My dad was in the Air Force and we travelled all the time--I didn't have close friends to "experiment" with, shall we say. To continue, I first realized I had gay inclinations in high school, but I didn't act on them (out of ignorance and fear). When I moved out of the old home at age 19, though, I decided the time had come to explore.
The place was Kansas City, the time was the mid-1970's. I didn't have a convenient guide to tell me where to go (I wasn't old enough to get into the gay bars, anyway), so I picked the only place I knew about--an X-rated bookstore/arcade.
For the benefit of the younger readers, I should explain that video arcades then were different than they are today. For one thing, VCRs weren't in vogue yet, so they used movie projectors (8mm?) playing short, five minute scenes in an endless loop. We also didn't have space-age plastic cubicles. What we had instead were black-painted plywood booths, complete with glory holes that the management occasionally (vainly) tried to cover up.
My entrance to the arcade was exactly what you might expect. I drove past it two or three times before working up the nerve to enter. Then I waited in the parking lot for the street to be empty so I could rush to the door unseen. When I got in, I was stunned. My only exposure to sex/nudity had been reading an occasional Playboy. I had no idea such things existed as I saw on display.
All the magazines were covered in plastic, of course, but I could still see the covers. There was even a gay section where, for the first time in my life, I finally saw two men making love. I couldn't decide if I was in heaven or in hell, but my dick sure liked what I saw--tenting my pants out for all the world to see.
I spent about half an hour just browsing up and down and looking at all the possibilities. Finally, I wandered over to the arcade entrance. I saw that some of the films were gay films and I knew that I had to go in there. I got five dollars worth of quarters and plunged bravely into a new world.
Inside, everything was painted black. There was a narrow corridor down the center, with booths on each side. There were a couple of guys just standing around, one of them smoking (this was in the days before surveillance cameras). All of them looked at me, scaring the hell out of me! I didn't know exactly what they wanted or what they wanted from me, and I was torn between fear and desire. This was exactly what I had come here for, but I didn't know if I was brave enough to go through with it.
A Gay Bath where everything is pretty much WIDE OPEN. I got the address from a friend on a BBS and he told me where to find the Business. I drove to Dallas and found the location pretty easy. It looks like a warehouse but 4 stories high. I thought to myself as I parked my car. Are Cocks sucked in this building? I walked in and noticed a window right before a door.
He was the greatest guy ever. I mean he looked like a damn god, with his tousled hair and those perfect arms. God, just imagining those arms, those big strong arms, gives me a hard on. I plant a spy camera at his house. After a few weeks of watching him jack off, I decide to take it to the next step. I had read about a potion that makes people horny for sex, and I mean crazy for it.
It has become a nightly ritual, one I love. He stands there in the light of the moonlit window, his eyes getting adjusted to the semi dark. He is naked and his cock is standing out, hard and at the ready. I can almost taste its sweetness. But, then, I am supposed to be asleep. It comes softly as he moves his hand along my nakedness and comes to rest at the base of my cock.
He was working in the studio part of the time, but we were able to spend a few evenings out at clubs like "Zipps" and "Hands-". We had the most amazing time a few years ago, in Cologne for Carnival (February), wandering around between the bars late, late in the frosty evening. Coming back in early spring, I recalled how wonderful a small city it really was for gay men.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
All this was be washed down with a bottle of claret. Once the table has been clear we relaxed in front of a log fire with a good quality brandy, after a few gentle kisses and cuddles our activities increasingly became more passionate and kisses lasted longer.
Men's room in the fine arts school was the site of a glory hole, where I would occasionally sit in the stall where it was and try to figure out why someone had cut a hole out of the wall at this level. After a few more trips there it finally dawned on me.
The kid had his ASU baseball cap on backwards, with the bill pointing down from his very slightly freckled shoulders, along his bare back, to his remarkably trim waistline. From what I could tell, the lucky man getting serviced was good looking. The gloryhole wall concealed his body except from the sternum up. Blond Man smiled at the small crowd, glad to be the envy of the rest of us.
I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable. This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to Mississippi to visit my aunt. Instead I have become an alibi again. Little did I know that I would meet someone that would make it wroth my while, and it is not a girl!
I entered a booth at random. The film was a sailor flick and had the basic storyline common to all of them. Two men meet, somehow signal each other and proceed to get it on. In this case, they were joined by a third man who was turned on by the action. I saw a number of firsts that day--witnessing my first blow job, my first threeway, my first fucking. All of this in total silence because these films didn't have sound. My dick got even harder than before, something I didn't think possible and I was aching to do something with it.
The door, which I had left unlatched, opened a crack and someone cleared their throat outside. I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed right where I was. The door opened a little wider and he slipped into the booth with me, closing the door after him. He was a middle-aged man, medium height with a trim build. He had a moustache and very short hair. And when he smiled, his whole face lit up. He wasn't exactly my dream man, but right then, there wouldn't have been too many men that I'd have turned down. My dick needed relief and it needed it right now!
He came over to me and watched the film with me, asking me if it was a good film. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded. I felt his hand touch my leg, then wander back to my ass, gently stroking as it went. I turned to look at him and he leaned in to me and kissed me, catching me totally off-guard. (I didn't know that men also kissed each other.) After an initial hesitation, I cooperated, leaning in to him and kissing him wholeheartedly. His tongue entered my mouth and we stood there, locked in the embrace. Both of his hands were now wandering up and down my body, playing with whatever they found.
After a minute, I tentatively put my hands around him and pulled him close to me. Our crotches ground together as he began moving against me. We were still lip-locked when I felt his hand moving to my crotch and begin fondling my dick through my jeans. I almost came right there.
We moved apart and he slowly undid my belt and unzipped my pants, all the while looking into my eyes. I was unbelievably turned on; this man could have done anything that he wanted. What he wanted, though, was my cock. My pants fell around my ankles and I was standing there in my underwear, uncertain what to do next. He solved that problem for me by kneeling in front of me and putting his mouth into my crotch, still covered (barely) by my underwear. After a brief time (pun intended), he pulled my underwear down in one swift motion and swallowed my cock. I was in a state of shock--it's one thing to fantasize about it, another to actually do it.
We stayed motionless for a minute, my cock in his mouth, while we both savored the moment. Then his tongue began moving around the head of my cock in a heady, swirling motion. He began to move his mouth up and down the shaft, with his hand following along behind to make sure that the entire cock got the attention it craved. I felt his other hand caressing my buns. Then he began to deep-throat my cock with both of his hands on my ass pulling me tightly into him.
I don't know how I held out, but I wanted to savor this as much as I possibly could, which turned out to be 5 minutes or so. When his finger slipped into my ass, I lost it. My knees buckled as I was shaken by the most intense orgasm of my life. I came and came, while he swallowed all of it like kid sucking on candy.
When I was through, I didn't have the strength to do anything but stand there and pant, trying to get my breath back. He was still kneeling in front of me with my slowly-softening cock in his mouth. Finally, he released it. Standing up, he gave me a quick kiss and a pat on the ass and vanished the way he had come. And I knew, once and for all, that I had found what I wanted.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about an all male movie theater, although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. Here I was jerking off to whatever straight porn I could find that had guys in it, and there were fucking movies that had nothing but men fucking! The first time I ever went, I remember cutting school and going to the first one I could find, which has since gone to fuck-flick heaven.
He figured that the sarge would just yell at him again. But this time it was different, very different. Sarge came up to him and put his face just inches from Dave. That's When Sarge told Dave of the new way things would work. "To keep you on the straight and narrow, you're going to be my personal slave, in whatever way I feel like using you. Is that clear?"
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 knew & so did you. You couldn't make it easy for for me could you, Stud? You had to strut around, and make a big show of kissing as many girls as you could get yr hands on before coming my way.
I mean, he did fuck me, and I did feel really silly later, relaxed at a minimum. I always enjoy my time with Bacon. That's his name, you see, that's why I call him Bacon. He's a top. When I'm with him, I'm a bottom. It works. He had said he would be here at 4 O'clock, here being my place of course.
Craig was pissed when he went to bed last night. It wasn't so much that he had to work this summer; in fact, he'd planned to look for a job anyway. It was his dad saying it will make a man out of you. He was right though, but not as he intended.
This being Labor Day -- the last weekend of summer -- I decided I ought to get down there or spend all winter kicking myself in the ass for not going! I procrastinated most of the evening, but finally got myself in gear about one in the morning. I got in the car, and after a very quick drive -- I live maybe a half a mile from the place -- I was there.
My first in 12 weeks since being "trained" here at the Marine Base in San Diego. My first liberty in all that time, period. It has been damn tough on my libido. I'm a horny guy but to be cooped up with a bunch of other Marines in a barracks was pure hell. No privacy of any kind; not a chance to beat off a load. The showers were pure agony. I had to be careful about soaping up my privates.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
I felt my prick head hard against, Tony's, warm and moist in the grip of his Smoothly stretched flesh. His hand, big and tanned, its back covered with a lot of black hairs, took our flesh connection in a firm grip and began to glide his skin back and forth on my cock.
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