My partner Dave and I went downtown last weekend to visit our favorite stripper bar. It's the hottest place in town. You have to know a member to get in. That's how the management get away with the raunchiest performances that go all the way.
We've got to know Mario who works out the routines and the music for his horny stripper guys. He's nearly seventy now but he is young at heart. His routines are the sexiest that I've ever seen or heard about.
As a young man, he had worked on Broadway shows and he had told us all about the stars that had fucked him. And then he told us that all his stripper guys had to fuck him before he hired him. I hope that I end up as lucky as him if I ever get to his age.
And boy did he hire some magnificent studs. They were all of the Chippendale style: well hung and handsome. But each of them had their own personalities which Mario took into account when working out their routines.
That night we were a little late and we couldn't get a table. The place was crowded and we had to stand at the back of the room at the side of the bar.
The show started just after ten. The first stud came out dressed in army fatigues to the sound of rocked up military style music. Jeez, I just loved his square cut chin. It was the most masculine that I'd seen for a long time. Then he threw of his cap to reveal his curly red hair.
A minute or so later, he unbuttoned his jacket and let it fall off his shoulders to show us his smooth muscular chest crowned by his large purple nipples. He was a really sexy guy and I wondered what kind of a cock he had down his pants.
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.
I was 18, just, and had for about seven or maybe more years been attracted to hot guys. Now I had an opportunity to find friends, lovers and, most importantly, sex. Being gay and 18 years of age I was totally gagging for it! There I was one night, chatting away in a chat room when a message popped up from a local guy. We chatted for some time and then decided to meet up.
Hey, it's mostly my fault I guess. At work they call me the Nerd. When I am out of the office on the road for my Company, I'm called THE GEEK, The Computer Geek. I guess if they knew I was gay, they would be calling me other things too. I don't really think I'm bad looking. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 160. I got a 7 inch uncut cock. Dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
It flew past me, then stopped and backed up to me. A humpy looking guy sat behind the wheel, his eyes took in my tall muscular, brown haired, blue eyed body. From what I could see of him, he had blond hair, deep blue eyes and a well built body too. "Sure. I know a place we can go and get it on," he said.
He had had a hard day and was now trying to drive the stress and tension out of his system, soaking in a tub full of warm, rose-scented water. Thank heaven for girls and all their luxury products! His ex-girlfriend had not yet shifted her stuff out of his apartment and therefore, at present his senses were wrapped in a cocoon of exotic roses. Oh yes! Aromatherapy does work.
What I mean by trash bar hopping is that we had decided to hit as many gay bars off the main drag as we could before the night ended. The last stop of the night was a bar called the Trestle. If you had to categorize me I would be a twink. Hot, young, slim, and well endowed. I swiftly walked by this person and made my way around the bar and into a hallway.
The walls were covered in mirrors so that he could see his own reflection wherever he looked so that it was unnecessary to be covert. He took a great deal of satisfaction in what he saw reflected. In the locker room, he stripped and showered before putting on clean underwear, fresh shorts and a tee shirt.
I was driving down the Federal Highway when I passed the mall and saw the foreign movie theater had a Japanese picture that I wanted to see. I knew I could never see it at night. Susan, my fiance, hated foreign films. She said the subtitles gave her a headache.
After high school graduation, we had gone our separate ways, but somehow managed to keep in touch. Three times I had had to call his mother to get his latest address, but we kept exchanging letters and occasional phone calls. I liked the guy, a lot. If I had just been able to tell him I was gay.
Next he kicked off his boots and pulled off his socks before he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He was now clad only in regulation style shorts.
He began to tease his audience by pulling up the leg of his shorts until we saw the tip of a monster sized cock. And then he tugged at the side of his shorts until they fell away to expose his uncut eight inch beer can thick dick.
I gasped at the sight of his low hung shaved ball bag. I just love a smooth ball bag in my hand. It's a real turn on: Dave and I shave each other's every few days.
Then the handsome stud pulled back his foreskin to give us a sight of his purple glistening helmet. And then he started jacking himself off in time to the music until his cock was a hard ten incher.
God I could suck a cock like that and Dave would want it up his love tube. Dave's a straight Bottom and I'm a straight Top. That's why we're still in love with each other after five years: we fit perfectly together.
Then his cock exploded its ribbons of cum all over the guys sitting close to the stage. They went wild with joy at what had happened to them. The cool stud gave them a sexy smile and, just for a treat, he knelt down in front of one of them and pointed his cock at his mouth so that the guy could suck it. The audience loved his generosity and applauded the sucker and suckee.
The next act involved two naked guys who sported nice tattoos on their shoulders and legs. They came on to romantic music and they kissed and fondled each other until their cocks were stiff with desire for each other. Then they laid on a dais and started sucking each other off.
They were two of the most beautiful guys that I had ever seen at the bar. Both were blond and each of them had perfectly matched uncut cocks that they just loved to play around with. They didn't look eighteen but I knew that Mario would have checked that out.
And then they started taking turns in fucking each other to the slow rhythm of the music. Over and over they changed their positions so that they fucked each other in every possible way.
Dave was wearing the pants that I had had specially made for him. They were designed so that I could fuck him discretely in public places. We both got a kick out of having sex when other people were around without them noticing what was going on between us.
Those pants have a flap at the back with two buttons at the top and strips of Velcro at the sides. If I wanted to fuck him, all I had to do was unbutton the flap and pull it down and slip my cock inside his love tube.
And I couldn't resist getting behind him and opening him up while we both watched the horny on-stage routine coming to a crescendo. My hand stroked Dave's smooth butt and then slid through his legs until it found his raging hard on.
Then I got my ten inch boner out and I pushed it lovingly into his man-cunt and kissed the back of his neck as I pumped it in and out of him. I was soon in heaven and my throbbing cock shot a bucket load of warm cum deep inside him. Then my hand felt his crotch as his own dick exploded with desire.
After many minutes, I withdrew from him and I felt my cum dribbling out of Dave's ass hole and down his legs. Just as I was about to push my cock back into my shorts, a young eighteen year old lad next to me bent down and sucked my cum as if it were Ambrosia - the food of the Gods.
Then he sucked my spent cock so expertly that it stood to attention again. This lad looked no more than sixteen although I knew that Mario would have checked him out. He had lovely blond hair and a face that you could die for.
Then he pointed my cock back into Dave's tight tube and I knew that he wanted me to fuck my partner. I started slowly and I thrilled as he sucked my shaft as I humped Dave's ass hole in and out.
I soon got oblivious to what was going on stage and I creamed Dave's love tube very quickly. Then the lad got up and deep throated me and I tasted my own cum. Oh how I loved him for that.
When the show closed, Dave and I took our sweet pick up back home. I found that young Jeffrey was also a bottom. He had such a tight ass that I came within seconds.
He moved in with us last week and I have to be careful to avoid any ill feelings of favoritism. I have to shag them both each night. And I do and sometimes twice.
And I have got my tailor to measure Jeffrey up for back door pants. He says that he wants me to take him first in Times Square.
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.
I really wanted to have sex with a black guy, but I never had the opportunity. I hang with black guys, but they are all straight. I love cock. I met Leon through these same friends of mine at a barbecue. He was somehow related to one the guys I hang out with. He was six foot two and weighed about 200 lbs. He was very built and had dreads in his hair which was a major turn on.
I have and until last month had never had any kind of gay or bi experience in my life. In fact until about 6 months ago I had no desire to do so, however like I said that changed about 6 months ago. Killing time one day surfing the net I stumbled on a bi/gay chat room. I hung around a few minutes and then went onto other topics. Nothing more nothing less. I wasn't looking for a bi or gay guy.
There were all these sexy young girls there, each of whom I wanted to fuck for hours. I hit on a few of them, and got every one of their numbers. I was used to this, being the sexy jock that I am. I was completely trashed by the end of the night, so my roommate, Brad, and me called a taxi to take us home. It was a miracle we made it up all three floors to our dorm room.
So I figured I'd just check it out. I went to some particularly wooded but obvious fuck fest type locations. No luck. I came across one area that was open but had a canopy of trees and completely surrounded by the trees to make it a natural privacy area. I pulled out my cock and started to jack off a little. Man I wish I had that guy on top of me. I stopped and said nothing.
His head was pounding, his arms and legs were sore and the wounds from fighting with Aranoble's guard still echoed over his chest, back and neck. It hadn't been a good night. Groaning, the young man sat up and rubbed his long expanse of soft, brown hair out of his eyes.
I'm not meaning that he's very good explaining the subjects but that he's a very good shape. Well, he explains OK too. I loved him since the first day I looked at him entering in class. He's very young, only 4 years older than me or so. As, I'm sure, you have guessed yet, I'm a gay boy.
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.
I guess I was sort of tired, because I began to daze off into dead space. One of my coworkers, Anthony, roused me from my daydream. Anthony was a very handsome man. A bit shorter than me, maybe 5'10" tall, slim and fit looking with dark hair colored red and dark eyes that pierced into my heart. I've always considered falling in love with another man, and Anthony was the kind that made me swoon.
The city lights twinkled in the distance, and as I looked out, I felt his strong body standing just behind me, desiring me, and I wanted to nestle myself into his embrace and feel him melt into me. The vibe radiating from his strong chest and loving precense was so strong I could feel it beaming against my back, my skin tingling with anticipation. But not yet, I was nervous. Mmmm. Yumm.
We had listened to this song while we drove around the mountains and valleys of San Gregory one long night, do you remember? I distinctive remember your hand on mine and I remember feeling so warm then. It felt like I was finally safe, like I had finally found someone I can lean on, only that this someone will lean on me, when he needs my strength. But, I could be wrong about that.
All three of us scurrying around like rodents trying to get our suitcases packed. I remained relatively quiet as I threw my shampoo, hair brush, and other things into a bag. I could hear Cheri and Christina yapping away in the other room. "Uggh, I'm so excited summer is finally here!" Christina said. "Oh I know!" Cheri beamed as she threw her astrology book into her suitcase.
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