It was 1973, a hot summer day in '73 at that, and I was just getting off from my part-time summer job. On my way home I would pass a K-Mart that almost always had some kind of action going. I'd been having sex with guys for a couple of years already, and at the time of this incident, I was a sophomore in college. I had an average build, standing at 5'7", a little afro, yea, I'm black, a cute face and "bed-room" eyes as they say.
Where we lived there wasn't too much racial problems, people worked together and lived side-by-side with people of different races in our working class community. There was even some intermarriage but not a lot. I worked a short distance from our part of town. I could take the bus or even bike, which I did sometimes. I worked with a landscaping company, it's good work and good pay, plus it's not flipping burgers.
There were a few really buff guys who worked for the same outfit. They were married or had girlfriends. I'd hear them talking about their girls, what they did sexually with them and so forth. It was kind of a turn on to sort of have sex with these guys through their stories. I never joined in those talks, but I liked to listen. I'd imagine me doing things that they said their girls did, and sometimes I imagined turning around and doing the same things to them. That was just a curiosity thing though cause I was pretty much a pussy-boy. I can say that now, but at the time I was jealous of being thought of as macho. I thought that you couldn't love getting screwed up the ass if you were a real man. At least you shouldn't let others know. I had a lot to learn!
On this particular day, I thought of stopping by this K-Mart to get a "Slurpy" and check out the t-room. This was in the days of building huge johns for the masses, not these little dainty ones built these days. There was ceramic tile everywhere except for the stall walls.
I remember one day, before I started having sex, going in there and watching an older guy jack off in the urinal. I was mesmerized by how he handled his cock, how tasty it looked and how I wondered what the white stuff tasted like. It looked so awesome, his hand going up and down the rigid shaft and the big mushroom head swelling larger then spouting. I dreamt about that for the longest. I wanted to touch that guy, tell him how nice it was to see him pleasure himself like that, to see a brawny man like him in ecstasy. I dreamt of standing beside him and helping him pump his cock with one hand while the other arm was around his waist. I'd lean down and lick his giant cock-head and stick my tongue in the piss hole. That got me off every time. Soon I learned how much more sex there was to enjoy with another guy.
I'd already sucked cock, and been fucked up the ass a few times. It get's my cock hard just thinking about it. I'm still the 'straight acting' sort if you mean I don't act like a queen. I'm a man, but even back then I couldn't resist backing up on another dude - it was so natural and after the first try, my ass craved it.
I'd go to the johns but no one fucked, they only sucked cock under partitions. They did more of what I liked in parks. I was too young to go to bars or baths. And I don't like to beat around the bush as far as playing games. I want it, you want it, let's get down. At this K-Mart and on this day in '73 I'd be surprised though and in more ways than one.
My well lubed bunghole was an inch from the head of my 9. 5x5. 5" silicone toy and I would literally collapse onto it as forced it's way deep into my body. Pleasure would ripple through me causing my nipples to become hard. I would ride it's length with abandon, drops of perspiration ran down the small of my back as I fucked it to a state of breathlessness. Oooh. 5x6. 5" cut!.
I had recently moved to a new apartment that didnt have a phone like and it was driving me mad. Before after work i'd settle down at my computer automatically unzip myself and start cruising a few chat rooms. I'm a 24 y/o not very experienced very closet bi guy. Always fantasised about being with a guy but only ever had the guts to go through with it once.
This story is obviously for mature audiences, and if you are not of legal age in your state or country to read this, please do not. It involves consensual, non-safe (this is before we knew what we know), piss, and a bit of humiliation. I lived in one of America's most famous or infamous military towns.
I had known some of the players as I played with them before hanging my skates up for good, so I ended up going and watching them play from time to time. After the games, I would sometimes head out to the bar to hang out with them as the either celebrated their win or drowned their sorrows after a loss. Anyways, before I start my story any further let me tell you a bit about me.
m. He was with his friend Manuel who was also 19 years old but was from El Salvador. They wanted to watch some porno movies but the catch was that Manuel was straight and only wanted to see the "girlie" movies. He told his friend what I had and they agreed to come down and watch the film with me.
Sharing the bed with Derek our farm hand. He worked hard during the day and I just loved looking at his body. He never seemed to mind that I stared at him for longer periods of time. He asks me if I mind him sleeping in the nude. How could I mind?
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
My reasons for abandoning the Noble Art were that I was leaving school, starting a good job on the Stock Exchange and was fed up with a life which was limited to studying and training. My last fight was to be against Errol Collins, a black guy who I had fought on a number of previous occasions.
This latin guy emailed me and said he was willing to teach me. We set up a time to meet on Saturday afternoon. I went to his place and he opened the door. He was naked and hot. He was fairly smooth, His hair was braided and he had a small go-tee. He said to me, "you here to be my slave?" I told him I was and he told me to come in and get naked. He told me to grab my cloths and to follow him.
One of my first assignments was to attend a convention in San Diego. I might preface this story with the fact that I was happily married; Michelle and I had married only three months earlier. I was very happy with my life and my job and really looking forward to a week on the left coast.
I mean it was in the bottom of the 9th inning and the girl next to me was standing and cheering and her breasts were swinging like crazy. She turned and hugged me as the game winning ball sailed over the fence and she giggled and squealed as she rubbed those tits into my tee shirt. My cock was bulging in my shorts and she just laughed and gave it a good squeeze.
Monday through Friday, week after week, month after month it was the same routine. All work and no play was truly turning me into a very dull boy! Between work during the week and chores I had to do on the weekend I was left with little to no time for myself.
To these columns were attached by chains, in different postures, beautiful young boys, aged 18, totally naked. These boys were there to be fucked in the arse by whoever wished to. Their butt-holes were plugged with antiseptic dildos to sooth and clean their ass between the fucks.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
I had been a pretty popular kid in high school; I hung out with the cool crowd, drank a good bit of beer, smoked a little weed, and generally had a good time. I played football, but I was no dumb fuck--I made it to Alabama on a scholarship, and not the football kind, either. I guess I'm your basic preppy type--most days you'd find me in Abercrombie from head to toe.
I have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way. The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
Inside, I navigated to the back where the johns were. I liked that cause it made the anticipation that much higher. My cock would be getting hard and my heart would really begin to race when I stepped inside the store and knew that hard cocks and tasty cum were to be had just a short walk to my destination. I didn't care if guys were gay, or whatever - just that they had nice horny dicks that liked to get off with a guy.
I pushed open the first door that led to a short hallway. There was a water-fountain on one side, and the men and women's johns were on either side of it. The one for women was first, so there was still more time for guys to hear someone headed their way and they could disengage and look as if nothing was happening.
When I entered I got this sneaky idea to stop and get a drink from the water fountain. I hoped that the guys who'd straightened up would think that everything was okay and start doing their thing. Once you opened the door to the actual john, there was just a swinging partition (like at the entrance of old western saloons). If you were on your knees, there was little time to get 'fixed'. After a bit, I tiptoed to the men's door and listened. I thought I heard a whisper and pushed open the door. "Shit," I heard someone say as I quickly looked over the partition without even entering.
I couldn't believe my eyes! In the far end of the room out in front of the shit-booths was Jack, one of the beefy white guys from work. What's more is that he was on his knees and it wasn't to suck cock either. The fucker's white ass was flush to the crotch of an older black guy who looked like he was a construction worker. My co-worker saw me and froze with an expression of panic and pain on his face as he was surprised to be caught and in pain from the guy fucking him trying to disconnect so quickly. It was impossible to pull that 10" fleshy cylinder out of that hole in time for me to not see. "Hey, please don't stop, I'm cool!" I hurried to whisper. "Please, don't stop." I said almost pleadingly. "I swear I won't tell anyone. I fucking swear it."
They didn't move. "Come on, stick it back in him" I said to the black guy with the big dong." I didn't know who he was but hoped I'd run into him again, or more aptly put, "back-in" to him some other time. His would be the biggest cock I'd have taken up to that point.
When they realized that I was cool, Jack told me to come and kneel just as he was but in front of him. I got my shorts down past my butt and got into position. He bent over and started licking and kissing my brown butt.
"Yea baby, that's some good black ass there." He said between sniffing and tonguing.
"Ah fucking hell!" he panted. "Use me god-damn-you!"
He lay his face on my butt cheeks and just took what must have been 10" full-thrusts of the other guy's penis in his hot hole. He arched his back and offered the guy even more hole.
Soon he had a finger from either hand holding my own butt-hole open and was licking the entrance then the lining of my rectum and he started going deep! Damn, I wanted to stay there for the rest of the day and get screwed into oblivion.
"Ah, ah, oh yea baby, eat my pussy." He'd pulled his mouth away from my hole long enough to encourage the guy behind him.
"Pussy?" I thought to myself. This guy loved it and he was the he-man type.
"Yea, open that sweet white snatch hole, buddy." it was the voice of the black guy. "Mmm, damn that nooky tastes good all that anal juice stirred up in there."
"Ah, oh fuck." That was my voice as Jack put two more finger in my butt-hole. He was really stretching me open. In went his tongue again, really deep and really wild as it slithered along the walls of my rectum. He grunted like a big old hog at a trough. It felt like he was curling his tongue up inside and really getting at stuff. I bore down on my bowls and that just drove him wilder. He began to pull his tongue all the way out and jam it back inside as deep as he could. He was truly fucking with his tongue.
I looked over my shoulder in time to see the black guy raise up from his ass-eating. He got up in a standing position behind Jack's upturned rump and lowered his giant dong back into Jack's ass. The whole movement was almost like it was slow motion. Jack arched his back so his stomach was protruding to the floor, making his butt-hole look like it was reaching for the sky.
"Screw my cunt, baby. Augh shit, breed me you black bastard." I could hardly believe that this was the same macho-talking Jack from work. The guy would smile when his thick cylinder would glide over a super sensitive area of Jack's rectum, cause Jack would wriggle his ass from side to side, like he was trying to more cock.
The guy kept it up for a bit, like he was doing squats, but really fucking Jack's ass off. He pulled his naked cock completely out and it was covered with juice, Jack's ass juice. Jack farted out some air that had gotten packed inside his guts.
"Oh, that's it he-bitch." The black guy said. "Daddies coming in."
And with that he aimed his log at Jack's cunt and ruthlessly rammed every bit of those 10 inches of prick deep into Jack's orifice. Jack was not expecting that and his body jolted in shock, but soon he was in the arched-back position, his butt-cheeks spread wide and his eager anus aimed at taking whatever it could.
"Ride my buddy, man" I cheered to the black guy. "I want my buddy's white snatch gaping open for you." It was a totally mind-blowing experience to see a butch guy like Jack, getting thoroughly plowed in his manhole and unabashedly loving it. Yea, Jack was a he-man, but he was a lot more too.
"Oh fuck, you're about to get spermed, dude!" the black guy warned.
Jack just stayed there making himself available, his back still arched, his butt-hole still vulnerable. I could imagine what his guts must have been doing to that poor black dude in the saddle. He must have felt like his cock was going to get sucked clean off his body and become lost deep in Jack's intestines. That would be funny, Jack walking around in public with another man's cock inside his body. No, that would be gross. But Jack was going to get something else, and so was the other guy.
"Baby, here it comes," the black guy announced. "Ah yea! Hot lava to feed your greedy man-guts. Swallow it! I want you pissing sperm out your butt, man! I want you pregnant you masculine whore. Pregnant with a black man's seed." He panted his way to the finish line. Jack had totally used him, completely outlasted his ass-splitting dong - his back still arched and his hole still obscenely open and willing. The guy's cum was sort of pooling deep inside the throat of Jack's rectum. As Jack's hole spasmed, the sperm inside slowly disappeared deep into his body.
Jack had a bit of wind taken out of him as it took him a bit of time to recoup after the guy pulled out, Jack straitened up on his knees and turned to the guy who'd just given him that royal plunging. "Thanks dude, you can do that any fucking time. I hope I see you again."
He then turned to me and said, "I think I deserve a black man's snatch by now, don't you think?" I didn't say anything but wriggled my ass back at him.
We still hadn't heard anyone trying to enter the restroom area so he just got up in position and aimed his thick log at my hole covered with his saliva and my ass juice. "Yea, baby. Get that he-man ass up in the air. On your knees in a public john getting the hell screwed out of you by a white man." Jack later told me that he loved the contrast of his fat, white, ass-feeder gliding into me where it counts - my tight black butt. I know I grooved on him a good while, ramming my but back in to his fuck, and him yanking me onto his crotch to be thoroughly gorged in my guts.
He held me by my waist, by my shoulders, around my neck and with his white hands cupping my chocolate pecks. "Shit you fucking bastard! Rape my black ass! Black boy was made to be white boy's anal whore. I want you white dong to own my black pussy. Yea, I got cunt for you, you god damn man-breeder!" And all the while my toilet-mouth was running he pleasured his 10" white log deep in my brown, swallowing rectum. He packed me full of air and I too farted like he did earlier, he just kept on drilling in my masculine anal well. He finally began spewing cum inside of me right I began cum. I was his black he-bitch and he was my masculine white whore from then on out till I left for school again.
His questionnaire said that he was in his late twenties, around six feet tall, and slender swimmers build with good definition. His cock size was not noted other than each person that was interested should come find out for themselves. He did mention that his dick was uncut, and hairy, but other than hair around his dick, he was smooth. We decided to meet at his place.
I had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
Now this could be interesting. It was mid July when I joined the new S/S Franklin and crossing the north Atlantic in July can be hot. Most of the crew of 43 either wore cutoff jeans, or nothing at all. The crossing was uneventful, the crew were getting acquainted, sooner or later they would buddy up. Our first port of call was to be Bremen Germany. We were all dog ass tired, turned in.
The park was secluded so very few people were ever around. One morning, I saw a guy who looked homeless sleeping on a bench. When he got up, he took off his clothes and swam in the lake. I watched him as he got out and let himself dry off. He had a thick dark bush surrounding a long dangling cock. I slid down my sweat pants and stroked my cock as i watched him. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Having turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I met one of my favorite Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans. The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter.
I worked for a termite and pest control place then so I worked with all men. The usual talk was about sex with women and how great pussy is. I've been with some women but prefer to suck cock. No one knew my secret so I just talked crap with them. There was a guy named Jimmy that was very openly gay so no one liked him. We had different jobs there so I only saw him breifly in the mornings.
Every morning I would walk on the beach, and during the afternoon I would wander under the boardwalk, quite a different world, especially with the beach being in NYC. One Saturday morning I was wandering around under the walk in a fairly well populated area.
I was sitting in my room flipping the channels looking for something good on. I was so bored, there was nothing to do. I was home alone because my parents went up North for the weekend and left me to take care of the cats. I went downstairs and got something to eat. I started making a sandwich, and I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be I thought to myself.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.
Mark and I had similar interests and got along well with each other. When both of us got invitations to attend a conference at a country resort it seemed reasonable that we should save costs and share a room at the luxury hotel which was the conference center. For some stupid reason I felt extremely modest.
Luke is 20 and comes from a money family. I think it was his dad's influence that got him into college. It sure wasn't Luke's brains. A typical dumb jock, it was amazing he ever made it even to his junior year of college, yet somehow he did. Listening to me, you probably think I hate Luke. Nothing could be further from the truth. Yeah, he's basically a macho pig, but a cute one.
The curve of your fine ass in those dark brown rawhide trousers reminds me of past pleasures and my need to renew them. I'm more concerned right now, however about taking care of your trail fatigue and enjoying one solid night of quiet old-buddy lovemaking.
It starts out by him coming over to visit and then he finds my hidden stash. A dime bag of pot and now he wants some. So I let him smoke it all and on top of it I let him drink a whole bottle of Bacardi rum. When he is drunk, he is more likely to fall for my advances. First we would kiss and I would strip him naked. For ever piece of clothing that comes off, the more I suck and lick.
I was just looking forward to laying my head down on my own pillow. The last leg of my flight was out of Chicago. Of course, the snow was coming down like mad. They announced that all of the flights were cancelled. I had been making small talk with this good looking guy for about an hour before they made the announcement about the cancelled flights. I blushed and thanked him.
The cordless phone haphazardly lying right next to me in bed rudely awakened me. Not the sound you want to hear after a long hard night of partying with the boys. Not out of the norm for a 21-year-old college student, "Hello"? I grumbled into the receiver. "Wake up Collin, it's 11 o'clock for God's sake!" Ryan said jokingly. I slipped off my CK's and started the water. Fuck, I needed that.
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.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
Some memories last a lifetime and will be repeated and enjoyed. The value of a Best Friend can never be overstated. Sharing life's experiences, milestones and pains. Rick and I were best friends since the day we met.
I heard the doorbell. Now, I thought to myself, just who could that be now. Earlier in the evening I had some kids from the neighborhood selling items to raise money for one club or another from the local junior high school that my youngest son attended. I always bought something from them, but I certainly wasn't going to purchase more than once.
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.
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