I made my way out of the crowded conference room and down to the bar. The waitress brought a plate of dark pate sandwiches when she brought my scotch. A bearded, chubby man, like me, walked into the bar, looked around, and made his way to my table.
"Saw you leaving," he said.
"Great idea. Mind if I join you? I'm Josh, Chicago." He turned to show me his nametag and affiliation.
"Mind if I say I noticed you a couple of times taking a piss and you clearly noticed me."
I laughed. "Yes, I do check the possibilities. Name's Mark." I showed him my nametag. "Thanks for taking the initiative. I could use company." He laughed too.
"Is that chopped shit on that cracker you're eating? What're you drinking?" I was glad to have the second question while I considered the first one.
"Scotch, neat," I said, "tastes like good piss though," I said, "to go with the shit pate."
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.
Before ya' get too many idea's about me I'll tell you this; I've got a girlfriend, we fuck, we fuck alot but theirs one thing, one place I mean where she won't let me go and that's her arse. I'm a faithful guy, maybe I'm kidding myself but the way I see it if I fuck with guys thetas not really being unfaithful, it's just gettin' what I need.
Shawn is about 40, single, and pretty much a loner. I had asked him to run a few errands for me, and I took him to lunch to show my appreciation. I asked how he was doing and what was going on in his life. His dad recently passed away and he was alone. He told me he was ok, but he feels alone, like there is him, and then everyone else.
Not many people went there, and if I hung out in the mens room, occasionally I got to suck cock. One afternoon, a slightly chubby guy with medium brown hair about 25 came in and watched me sitting on the toilet stroking my cock. He came over to me and started stroking me and playing with my balls. He had a really nice touch and got between my legs and sucked my cock.
Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school.
We are both insatiable cocksuckers - always hungry for a nice big cock to plow our mouths and boypussies. David was telling me he really wanted to get fucked, so I told him to say hi to my extremely hot and hung friend Ed who was also online at time. They decided to get together even though Ed also had another friend named Scott on his way over. Scott is great-looking. It's a hot scene.
He ordered the same drink and we were quickly exchanging remarkably similar autobiographical details: both married twice and divorced, both out, he versatile but more top, me the opposite, i.e., more bottom, both into piss and scat, he a couple of years younger. He also had experience in sm, which I had lately wanted to try.
"I'd love to have my balls played with," I managed to say into our third drinks. "Are you busy this evening? Are you staying in this hotel? I should tell you I have trouble getting and keeping a hard on because of medication but nothing wrong with my tongue, mouth, or hands, and I still emit good liquids and solids."
He said simply, "Great. I'll just increase my contributions."
Turned out he had an appointment that evening, which he promptly canceled with his cell phone, and had a room upstairs, where we repaired.
We kissed as soon as he locked the door behind us, and first I drooled onto his tongue. He spit into my mouth and inserted a finger into each of my nostrils, then his tongue. We undressed each other and went into the large toilet with its Jacuzzi.
In the Jacuzzi, I sat down on a seat and he stood in front of me and pissed into my mouth, first in short spurts, to see how I'd swallow him, then in a steady thick stream, which I gulped down as best I could. I did the same for him and we kissed.
He insisted on rimming me first and swallowing my small turd, which I had to force out. "I love your extruded hole he said and, if I may say so, your hemorrhoids. I hope you don't mind mine." We laughed.
"Let me lick some shit marks off your beard,? I said. "And spit in my mouth, please."
We sat on the sofa while Mark poured us straight shots of scotch from his own bottle and talked of our adventures. We kissed often as we talked, exchanged spit and nose mucous, and played with each other's cocks and nipples.
"Play with my balls, Mark," I asked. Mark got up and got one of the hotel sandals, returned, and told me to spread my legs. Then he slapped the sandal sharply against my cock and balls. The surprise caused me to yell out.
"It didn't hurt that much, Mark, sorry. Just surprised. Do more, please."
Mark leaned forward, kissed my limp cock, and then took cock and balls into his mouth, rolling them around. After a while he let everything out except for one testicle, which he bit and chewed delicately. Then he did the other, to my continual moaning.
He told me to put my legs together and let my wet balls and cock rest on my lap. "Lift your cock," he said, "and hold it." He then began a steady slow slapping of my ball with one hand while holding them in his other. He kept increasing the speed and firmness of his slapping as the initial pain turned into pleasure throughout my groin until I came forcefully in his face.
We rested. "Are you ready to fill me up with a full shit?" he asked in a while. "I'm hungry and horny and need to come fully by now."
The balls attack had made me want to shit and I did indeed provide Josh with a full shit, turds first, then some mush, and finally a dribble. We cleaned ourselves up and agreed to meet for the next two nights of the convention.
We groped each other in the elevator, kissed, and walked to his room.
I was sitting by myself and he was looking for a place to sit but there were no empty seats. He came over to me and asked if he could sit down at my table since every other table was full. I motioned for him to have a seat. He introduced himself as Carlos. I introduced myself and smiled as he sat across from me.
I wanted badly to touch it but I had to play it careful - he's considered a mad bastard by just about everyone in the unit so I figured this could be some kind of bullshit game. He flicked the last couple of drops of piss from his dick and I could see it was growing.
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.
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.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. and so boyish in his hair. I loved jacking infront 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. I asked if he wanted to see my ass. He nodded yes. I dropped my pants and stood jacking with my ass facing him. I hope he looked at it good and got a hard of his own. He probably did.
There was a one other time I played with Skylar, the young guy who was on his way over to my loft. It was a couple of months earlier, and he had joined another friend of mine and me in a hot three-way. The two young guys were both bottoms and I took turns pounding both of them safely. But that's not the story I'm telling today. This is a true story about a one-on-one session I had with Skye.
No apologies, no shame, no closets for Bobby. I knew all of this from across the bar, just looking at him, watching him talk to his friends. I had to meet him, even just talk to him for a few minutes, I was drawn to him. He was cute in a feminine sort of a way, pretty, almost childlike in his innocence....
I'm bi and married and only have fun when the urge just pushes me over the edge. Well, the urge has come knocking as of late and I had to answer the call. I travel about 40 minutes each way, to and from work everyday. On my way home there is a rest stop where there is a bathroom complex and a car park. Just the kind of place where you know boys like to play.
I parked went in, relieved myself, and saw a note on the wall, check out the little red pickup in the lot. As I left I saw a red pickup parked near by with a man sitting in it. I walked over that way, turned and walked slowly by, very close. The man was smiling at me and I smiled back, then looked down in the open drivers window to see his hand holding a very nice big cock.
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