This incident happened two years ago when I was 18 and had just graduated from high school. It was mid July and a very warm night. A very close friend and I were out driving around looking for some hot action. We enjoyed this picnic area that is located on a small island on the to a very well known tourist spot. At this picnic area in the evenings many gays meet there.
That night we drove around the picnic area twice in a half hour not finding much action. On the third trip, an hour later, we found the gate closed, so we went to the parking lot across the road at the tourist information station that was closed also. We sat there for a while watching the traffic, when Doug dared me to do something. I dared him to do the same.
The dare was to strip, leave the clothes in the car, and cross the road to the picnic area and hang around there and see if someone happens to show up.
We stripped, got out of the car locking it and wearing only sneakers, we took a survival pack (of rubbers, lube, towels, and keys) and we crossed the road. Starting to check out the area, we figured if no one showed up, we would enjoy each other any ways.
The moon was full that night and seeing Doug naked in the moonlight, in a open public area, made me so horny. My 8" cut cock was jetting out like a steal rod. My large balls were hanging low and swing and bouncing with every step. My nipples were so erect that touching them was almost painful. I knew that if someone grabbed my cock at that point I would have exploded!
Doug, like myself, had a lean swimmers, muscled, hairless body. He has a 9" uncut cock, with an inch of foreskin over the head of his dick when it's hard. I could see his also hard cock sway back and forth as he walked beside me. I slowed my walk letting him get ahead so I could watch his firm ass in the moonlight. I could also see his large low hanging balss bounce between his legs as he walked.
We walked around for awhile and then sat on a picnic table and looked out over the still waters of the ocean. After a time I could feel someone watching us. I looked around and saw two men standing on a knoll behind us. From that distance I could only see that they were average build, wearing shorts and tee shirts. They began to approach us.
See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me.
Why did I visit ? Well been having trouble down under and without putting too fine a detail on it, I have had difficulty in passing - Doc Rudge gave me a good examination on the bench, "lay on your side and lift and bend your right leg" he said. "Now I'm getting all clinical I know but to cut a long story short," said the Doc after a short probe, "you need to moderate your sexual habits. "
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
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.
He had only recently finished vet school and had moved to Montana to take over the practice of a retiring veterinarian, old Doc Johnson. Although Mitch was trained in large animal and livestock medicine, the whole idea of having a practice of his own in a whole new place was pretty overwhelming at first....
The fellow mentioned is George Jones (honest , but not The George Jones. George was my introduction to sexual bliss while I was in that area, a sort of " country rake " known by one & all if you needed to get a blow job from 'heaven'. that was Georges' specialty, and he was known far & wide there abouts. I didn't know it then, but this was one of Georges' favorite 'pick-up' places.
One particular day, I was sitting in my hotel room naked and beating my 8-1/2" cock while construction workers repaired the hotel work just outside my room. They're really hot but there is one especially that makes me want to cum. He's a gorgeous 6'2" blonde hunk and he just took off his shirt to wipe his chest and his brow as he's covered in sweat. He tastes salty!
Seems like I only slept one minute. I usually don't get up until about 4:50am. The office where I work is 30 minutes away and it usually takes me about 30 minutes to get ready. But I needed to stop by Kroger and get some cigarettes this morning, so I woke up early. As I was leaving the house, it was still dark outside. I saw this hunk of a guy walking down the road. I mean this was a hunk.
I had begged and pleaded with the residence life staff for a single room, but the dorms were already overcrowded, and they denied my plea. The previous year's roommates had been horrible. They were mean, messy, miserable, and did nothing but make my "home life" a living hell. My new roommate didn't move in until the third week of classes.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
At Henlow camp in Buckinghamshire UK. Why? Because it sparked off a new edge to my life. I'd joined the services to get some life after experiencing the doldrums of civilian life and having difficulty in finding a job. But what I found was something I had never imagined, something that brought out the real me - and it was the best thing that could have happened for me at such a young age.
"What's wrong," I ask him. "I come home from a long hard day of work to a fucking pig sty," he screams. "The place isn't that bad, I was in the middle of cleaning when you decided to come in acting like a god damn fool," I yell back. He goes down the hall into the bedroom and slams the door. I follow briskly behind. "Where are you going," he asked me. "Somewhere far away from you," I snapped.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
He was an adult now and he wanted to celebrate his new adulthood. He could now finally buy liquor and frquent adult establishments. For years as a teen, he'd browsed out the car window at the porno shops and adult theatres as the family drove by. The boy walked into the aging building.
His name was Angel, and he was 5'10" 210 lb. Brown eyes Brown hair, his hair was rather wavy and long at the time. . . it was just long enough in the back to make a small pony tail. He thought to himself that somewhere out there that there was some one for him.
This happened to me when I was just 17. I was living in Kansas City at the time. I used to have a little red Honda Express moped and would spend hours cruising up and down Main and Troost just for the hell of it. Later at night the whores would be out working the street. Every so often cops would bust their skanky asses. Further downtown the rent boys would be working the corners.
He was starting work as the head football coach at a mid-size mid-western university. At 32 years of age, 6'2" and 180, he was different from most college coaches: he was physically fit and young. Not only did he have to get used to a new community and a new job, but his young son, Randall Jr, 18 years of age, needed time to adjust. At 5'4" and 110 #, Randall Jr.
When they reached us, I could see that they were about in the 30's. One had dark hair, with hairy arms and legs. The other had lighter hair and not so hairy. Both Doug and myself had moved so we were now leaning against the table. With out saying a word they reched out and started to stroke our cocks. I looked down at them and I could see their hard cocks under their shorts. The dark haired guy was the one that grabbed my cock. I reached over and grabbed what felt like a 9-1/2" or 10" cock. It didn't take long before they were naked also, groping, kissing, sucking each other. Soon, Doug and I were on our backs on the table with our legs on their shoulders getting fucked! Me by the hairy guy, with his 10" cock and Doug with an 8" uncut cock.
They blew their loads in us with tremendous force, crying out their passion! Once withdrawn, they removed the rubbers, grabbed their clothes and with goodbyes, walked off with their meat swaying in the wind, while we lay there for awhile resting.
The next thing I know, my legs were grabbed and lifted to my chest and a cock being driven into my ass! This guy is going right wild in my ass! He is naked, young, heavily muscled, with a cock that feels very large (since I didn't see it when it went in, I'm guessing on the feel of it). Doug in the meantime, stood on the table over me. He stepped forward, letting the guy suck him.
While all of this is going on we didn't realize we had a audience. Just as Doug was about to shoot his load, he pulled out of the guy's mouth, backed up a few steps and let loose with his load of cum, landing on my face and chest! At the same time the guy rammed his cock deep into my ass and exploded his load with a loud moan! He withdrew slowly, removing his rubber, bent over kissed my ass and left, while someone from the side of us stepped in to take his place.
He was a man in his 50's, graying hair, nice firm body, 7" cut cock, quarter size nipples, and average sized balls. He stood between my legs and sucked my cock into his mouth. While he sucked my cock, I looked over my shoulder to see Doug in the same position. I couldn't see the guy very much but I did see movement to the side of us. There standing just a few feet away were 4 guys ranging from 20's to 50"s, all stroking their large raging hard cocks!
By now the guy was lifting my legs to fuck my ass. Slowly penetrating my ass, he picked up a slow steady pace, withdrawing until just the head was in and back in till his balss hit my ass and I could feel his crotch hair.
I had lost all knowledge as to what Doug was doing, because one of the other guys had stripped and stood on the table above me, stroking a 9" cock. He stepped forward so the guy fucking me can suck his cock. Another guy was standing over me by now, stroking an 8" cock. He knelt down to sit on my face while he leaned over to rim the ass in front of him. I work my tongue till I find his rosebud asshole and drive my tongue into it!
I started to hear moans all around me as everyone in about to cum. I think the guy getting the blowjob and rimmed blows his load first all over the old guy fucking me. Then I feel hot cum on my chest from the guy I"m rimming out. They soon get down and as I blow my load all over myself the old guy pulled out and covers my crotch with his load. There was still a lot of moaning and groaning going on over where Doug was, but I was too spent to move to take a look.
Once everyone had left, Doug and I sat there for awhile covered with cum from out faces to our crotches. We still had to get back to my car. I got my keys out and we headed back. We could see the parking lot across the raod and thank god there were no cars there. We ran across and got in just as a car pulled in, but it was late and we were tired, so we drove off. But this wasn't the last time we did that. We went back once more that summer and every summer since. We do it at least once duing the summer. We can't wait until this summer's fun. For now, the daring sex life is what we enjoy now, but that's another story. Watch for a Swimmer's Shave.
One particular day, I was sitting in my hotel room naked and beating my 8-1/2" cock while construction workers repaired the hotel work just outside my room. They're really hot but there is one especially that makes me want to cum. He's a gorgeous 6'2" blonde hunk and he just took off his shirt to wipe his chest and his brow as he's covered in sweat. He tastes salty!
I was being trained in the tech fields of printers and fax machines. I had not had an orgasm for several days, and the long drive to Albuquerque had me quite worked up. I was alone, in a large city, for the first time in years. My wife and kids were back at home, and I was horny and looking for something my wife (whom I love) can not give me. I needed hard cock!
They get twice as much work as they pay us for now, and the whole point of a per diem expense allowance is to keep the book-keeping smile, Ken declared, verbally twisting my arm. He had a point. Hurst, however, was an entirely different matter. We'd both heard that before.
We had just left a club called the Cubbyhole and I was in a bad mood. We spent the night going from club to club and in that time I only found one fuckable guy. Yeah he was hot and of course I got his digits but come on, one guy in the span of five hours is pathetic. I can do better. I mean just look at me. Not to mention a 9" cock and the mutant power to make you cum with less than a thought.
I really want to be fucked by another man, I don't care if you're black or white, fat or thin, long or short, I just want to know what it's like to be fucked. So I'm writing down my fantasy, and if you like it and want to help me fulfill it let me know. Then I strip myself, slowly removing each item of clothing, teasing your swollen cock until I stand naked before you.
It`s work very hard for 5 months then relax a bit before doing it all again next summer. The boys here are very friendly. locals and visitors alike. My day starts at around 8am where I must be at my business to receive and store daily product deliveries till around noon. Afterwards it`s off to the gym for 3-4 hrs. I like the changes that I see since starting my work out routine.
I'm married to a 66 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past nine months i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide anal sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. no, into loving a man with my body. his semen. He so needs me.
I had just bought a car, had a pretty good job and was ready to see what adventures I could find now that I was away from home. I'd never been with another guy before, but fantasized about it all the time. The toys I'd used were a good substitute for a hard cock, but I was desperate for the real thing. I started looking in the personals to see what I could find.
He had only recently finished vet school and had moved to Montana to take over the practice of a retiring veterinarian, old Doc Johnson. Although Mitch was trained in large animal and livestock medicine, the whole idea of having a practice of his own in a whole new place was pretty overwhelming at first....
I had to get some miles to lose all the party pounds that I've gained during the week end. Not that I was a slob or anything, gyming 4 times a week. However, I just wanted to sweat. I was wearing a drifit singlet with black running shorts with high slits at the side. I'm on the muscular side as oppose to the lean build, but love to show off my ripped tighs. I ran by the beach near my place.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
Paul meets a well muscled man with dark hair, broad shoulders, perfect V-shape body and tight firm buttocks. He can not wait to get himself some of that.
Together we discovered masturbation; experimented with each other's growing cocks and looked at each other's body for hair that was supposed to grow. We were typical boys with a quest for manhood. In Junior High we joined a youth hockey league. By now our experimentation had ceased, but I couldn't take my eyes of his developing body.
His name was Angel, and he was 5'10" 210 lb. Brown eyes Brown hair, his hair was rather wavy and long at the time. . . it was just long enough in the back to make a small (very) pony tail. He thought to himself that somewhere out there that there was some one for him.
His final summer vacation before senior year of high school. Matt was one of the hottest guys in class, and he'd spent the entire summer by the pool, working on a tan to die for! Being a co-captain of the soccer team, he'd also spent the time in the gym working on his powerful legs and rock-hard abs and chest. At only 5'9", he packed all 160 pounds full of muscle.
It was the best feeling in the world. I was 18 years old. We had a satellite dish then so I knew what to do from my many hours of watching porn on it. Well I was in the bath tub remembering the movie I just watched, and I got a boner. Well I just started to do what they did on TV. I slowly started to rub my cock, then I started to go faster, it felt good but nothing came out.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
I was nearly in the fetal position at the foot of an unfamiliar bed, the skin of my forehead stiff with dried cum. I couldn't recall exactly how many men had filled my ass with their seed the night before, but I was unable to forget the only one who sprayed himself all over my face. He caught my eye right before he unloaded, totally silent as he came and never breaking eye contact.
Grocery shopping changed my life. When I got home from work around 1am my girlfriend was sleeping. I sat on couch and was looking at my phone when I found the video from that guy.
The job was awful as most guys were mostly idiots who didn't care what kind of job they did. I was more ambitious using the opportunity to make contacts in the hopes that a better job would happen for me. It was one night shift that gave me that opportunity. He was pleasant and offered to buy me a sandwich too.
I have been known to shop at K-Mart from time to time. Not for the latest fall fashions of course, but for everyday basic items like shampoo, neon colored socks or loofa sponge brushes. Go ahead, call me a het if it will make you feel any better. It was the one that says "Queer Sysop". I had a BBS.
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