The weather left a lot to be desired. 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." Not yet thirty, he already had a big house in East Hampton. He was bi - although we had never done anything together except talk - and Helen was his current "live-in." He said she didn't know and that she shouldn't know (about him), so I figured this would be pretty boring, but they just wouldn't let me get out of it.
The only thing that made it bearable was the fact that it was supposed to be a "pool" party, and so I'd get to do a lot of sightseeing of all the guys in bathing suits.
I got there fashionably late, so I'd already missed out on seeing the guys strip down and change into their suits...and from what I saw milling around the pool, I had missed quite a bit. There were a lot of really hunky men there that day, and every time one of them came out of the pool, their wet bathing suits would cling even tighter and drive me nuts!
This went on for most of the afternoon and by the time the sun was setting, I had to sit to hid the boner in my suit - Speedos aren't great for hiding sexual arousal! Not only was I horny, but it seemed that I couldn't do anything about it; every time a guy would lay down on one of the chaise lounges, for instance, his girlfriend would come over and start rubbing lotion on him...I think I was the only one there who wasn't paired off. If I didn't know Jim better, I would have thought he was doing this only to torture me!
Eventually things started to wind down, and when it started to get really dark, the four or five of us guys that were left were escorted by Jim down to the basement rec room to change out of our suits. He had a shower down there, so it wasn't too bad, but being there with those other guys in such close proximity got me even hornier, especially when they started to get undressed.
They were all somewhat modest, so I didn't get to see too much, but just watching these five straight guys strip down got my even hornier, and like them, I had to hold my suit in front of my crotch, except in my case it was to hide my hard-on, not because I was shy.
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
The term "circle jerk" was a misnomer because we didn't sit around in a circle, but more in a row. We usually held our sessions at my friend Marty's apartment, where he'd lined up a row of chairs on one side of his queen size bed. All of us had a few things in common: We were in our middle twenties, we all had average sized dicks, about six inches, and we were all single.
He and his lover are into 3-ways and group sex, and I'd been to a couple of their wilder parties, so I had some idea what to expect. It turned out to be even better than that. When I arrived, they had everything all set up, and there were already a couple of people there. They had the living room set up with pillows all over the place and they had the VCR on with some hot tape going on.
At 6'4 and 23, this tall youthful blond guy is already a major hunk, but what you really notice are his bright eyes* and amazing smile. Adam always has a great positive attitude, very "up", but not to the point of being bubbly or silly. Until this incident, I have never seen Adam with a hair out of place.
It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do it again. The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above.
Here it was, Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, everybody else was packing up, heading home to a fantastic holiday, and he was stuck in Oxford, Mississippi, with nothing better to do than watch blurred cable television, and count the tiles in the ceiling of his dorm room.
When I came back out with the package, you had seated yourself on a bench. Your legs were outstretched and your feet were crossed at the ankle and such that I could see your soles. You knew I found dirty feet a turn-on. I also love pissing.
I finally felt free, free to do whatever I wanted without having to worry that someone was going find out or have to "clean up" any evidence. My parents were cool with it, and so was everyone else. I had met Franklin through a friend of mine and he seemed cool. ok I had a total crush on him. thats right 9 pack abs! I had no idea that was possible.
Whilst rocking out in my headphones, two young men came and sat next to me, one on each side. Jim introduced himself to me and his friend. Curious about what I was obviously enjoying in my headset, Jim asked to listen. Without a word, I slipped the headset over Jim's ears. He lit up. After some idle chat, I invited them to my apartment to see the sound system that I used to mix the tape.
"Get up. It's your shift. " "Alright," I said, moaning. Waking up at Zero Dark Stupid for radio watch was not much fun. Of course, listening to the teaming rain outside, sentry duty would be worse. I sat up, but still encased in my mummy sleeping bag. The worst part would be getting dressed. I held my breath and waited for the shock of the cold April air to hit my chest.
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.
For the record, it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
I was the last one in the shower, and I came real close to just jerking off in there to cool the tension, but I was so worked up I figured I'd just save it and go out cruising after the party. Still, it felt good soaping up my boner and tugging on it a few times - a promise of things to come, so to speak!
I finally stopped so it would go down enough to let me get out of the shower, but when I turned off the water, it was strangely quiet - none of the macho banter that had been going on before, but since the shower was in a kind of alcove, I couldn't see the rest room, so I figured they'd changed and gone. I finished drying off and grabbed my suit and just sauntered out naked.
Right into the middle of a circle jerk!
The stuff I was carrying dropped to the floor, and so did my jaw. I've been into a lot of sex scenes, but I never expected this shit! Jim, my buddy, was laying on the floor stroking his hard cock, and the other three guys were standing over him pulling their own cocks. It was all absolutely silent - no one was talking - and the only sound you could hear was the heavy breathing and the moist sound of cocks being stroked.
I moved into the circle, my hard-on back in full force. They glanced at me, glanced at my cock, and kept stroking. Jim was still on the floor on his back, one hand pulling on his meat, and the other stroking his balls and every so often moving up to his chest to toy with his nipples. The other guys, all about the same age as Jim and I (there was maybe four years between us), were looking at him and looking at each other, all almost in the same pose - their right hands wrapped around their dicks, and their left hands holding their balls. One guy, though - I think his name was Jeff - was a little shorter than the rest of us, and had about as hairy a chest as I did, and also had the biggest dick of the group, and he kept taking his hand off his big nuts and stroking his cock with both hands. I wished I had a camera.
What made this so fucking hot was the fact that these were some of the same guys I had been watching all afternoon being fawned over by their girlfriends! I had thought all day that these fucking hunks were straight! Christ!
I was too horny to hold out for very long, and I felt like I was gonna come quickly - too quickly, in fact. The other guys were starting to look like they were going to shoot, too, and Jeff (I think), was starting to almost bounce up and down on his toes, taking long fast strokes on that big dick of his. And then with a groan that they might have heard upstairs, he raised himself up on this toes and shot a huge stream of cum all over Jim's chest.
From then on, it was like a chain reaction - I started to cum, and then the other guys, all over Jim (he seemed to want it; why else would he have been laying on the carpet?), grunting and groaning and heavy breathing and a few "splat" sounds every time another volley of cum hit home...Jim was creaming too, and his load was almost as big as the loads from the four of us...every time another shot came out, he muttered, "Fuck!" Jesus Christ!
Finally we'd all shot our loads, and then just kinda around looking embarrassed. Without saying anything, the other guys moved into "their" corners and started putting on their clothes. I looked down at Jim, who was still laying their on the floor milking his softening cock, his chest and legs covered with cum, and he looked up at me and winked.
He started to get up from the floor and I helped him up. By now the other guys were starting to go upstairs, so Jim said, "You better go up. Tell Helen I'll be up in a minute." He clapped me on the back and disappeared into the shower alcove.
I moved off to the side and grabbed my clothes, stuffing my damp Speedo into the back pocket of my jeans. Boy, was I glad I hadn't jerked off in the shower!
Atlanta, the closest place, was 150 miles away. There was nothing else of any consequence close to the school. My company included the football team. One night I went out to the latrine to take a piss. It was late, as lights were out. One of the football players was pissing next to me.
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
We'd cyber-jacked a few times, then gotten into fantasy as well. Fantasy had the advantage that anything went, because "safe sex" was irrelevant. This Saturday afternoon I lay back in my recliner, with glycerin lube and lots of paper towels, and began another fantasy. We'd decided to meet at a hotel in the mid-West this time, and when I arrived I asked for Bob's room.
It's a hard choice. I'm holding my contact add and a naked photo, but should I mail it to the gay magazine. Well, now it's done, but I have this funny feeling, it's like I regret, but it's all to late now, isn't it. The days passed, nothing happened, but then suddenly one day this letter came: It was a plain white envelope without name, but I knew what it was. It was from a Swede.
I made my way to the locker room & collapsed on the bench, exhausted. I inhaled deeply & savoured the scent of the sweaty environment. Something about the aura always excited me & I found myself getting aroused again. It didn't help that some of the guys were stripping, while others walked about clad only in their undergear.
I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long. Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds.
The boy was Chinese, slight of build, maybe 1m65 tall, but his muscles showed clearly through his cheap T-shirt. His face was truly beautiful. His eyes particularly were striking in their direct look and their luminosity. He wore a pair of jeans which clearly advantaged his well-developed buttocks. The man thought he looked like he was 16 or 17. He was with a group of friends.
It was coming up on the time to celebrate our 10th anniversary so my wife and I booked a cruise to the Bahamas. We had a wonderful time and the sex was great as usual, but walking through the pool area everyday and seeing all those men in bikinis and swim trunks was getting me so hot to have a man. It had been several months since my last man to man experience and I was really horned up for one.
Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Alan watched him unobserved. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving.
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.
It was just a few days past the New Year and I was coming home from a trip to Phoenix to see my best friend. With my carry-on in one hand, and my latest art acquisition in the other, I was eager to get home, strip naked and warm up by the fire. I boarded and leaned against a wall. With all the New Year's travelers on their way home, the car was standing room only.
Occasionally I had seen him here at the gym, I knew not his name or his address, but I knew I adored him. He normally seemed to go at a different time to me; I prefer to exhaust myself last thing at night. Usually I exercised in solitude, now there was another in the otherwise quiet, empty gymnasium.
Something about him said I knew him. I did! I'd met him on the train that Wednesday years before. I made sure I always traveled by that train on as many successive Wednesdays as possible. I was eighteen and growing rapidly camp in the homophobic environs of Sydney town that 1952.
I spent some time on the internet looking into other places in the world that might offer a little more comfort for my retirement years on the money I'd have. The usual, Mexico, Costa Rica, came to mind, but one night while surfing the web, I chanced on a site for Bogota, Colombia. Reading it and looking at the photos, I got very interested.
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