My name is Jess Sudhir, and I'm half-black and half-Arabic. 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. I liked going there: The throbbing music, the lean bodies, and most of all, the way everyone's eyes lingered on me as I sauntered around the room. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I felt a thrill just from being a straight man in a gay world, an arrogant assurance that my pussy-dipped dick and low hanging balls made me more of a man than all the boys who stared so hungrily as I passed.
Nothing I had experienced before, however, prepared me for Champs. It was a dingy hole in the wall, sleazy outside and in, with musclebound men stenciled on the window. Inside a cramped black room held a few bored dance couples: both gay and lesbian. I would have written the entire place off as a loss, if it hadn't been for the curtain. Even the loud dance music couldn't entirely drown out the noises coming from that black expanse of cloth.
I was simultaneously drawn to the sinister veil, and repulsed. Something told me that I would find something on the other side that I was unprepared for. But wasn't that what I was there for? I plunged through.
It was a scene right out of my fantasies. The crowd amassed on the inside of the tent far outnumbered those in the larger room outside. And this group was having far more fun. All around me, hard dicks were jutting out of men's flies, while a small knot of lesbians fingered each other just to my right.
Across, on the other side, I saw three beautiful young men standing dick-to-dick-to-dick, hands on each other's dicks, as the eager crowd pressed in on all sides. Inside my own pants, my own dick bruised its sensitive head against the hard fabric of my jeans.
And there, across the room, someone was trying to catch my attention. A young white guy, hardly out of his teens, with black hair falling down over his forehead, and a dazed, hungry look in his wide eyes.
As I came I felt myself dirty, thinking about so kind of sex. I decided to go to by some cigarettes in the store close to my house. I went out in shorts and t-shirt, which I wore at home. I was still pretty far from the gas station store, but I could see, that they are working these two guys from Tunizia. Closer I've got, more hard was my dick.
Actually, due to his feminine looks and stature he appeared to be much younger; but not knowing of any reason to doubt him, I didn't. Abu was 7 years of age when Hussein invaded Kuwait. At the time he lived with his father, mother, and younger sister. Because his father and mother had been educated in London, Abu and his sister were fluent in English as well as their native tongue.
Did for me too. We had free Disney channel last weekend and so I caught an English Import. Dickens' "Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe". Hadn't seen it since when I was a kid, but it kindled memories. Ones I'd kept on the back-burner. Like that time I walked into that little boutique in San Rafael, with the unusual merchandise:I'd recieved their flyer. Green flourescent paper, Ugly Black Type.
Normally, I would have been relaxed and spent after a month in the city of Miami, but this time I had spent the entire time with family. That meant no chance of any time on my own. What a drag! Well, I'd gotten home to my apartment late on a Thursday night and fell right into bed. The next morning, I woke with a raging hardon and full balls that were begging for release.
Being young and horny and an avid cruiser I was always looking for some dick play when I could. One of my favorite was a South Congress theater that had been converted to a porn theater. It had a large screen on the main floor that showed straight porn that was frequented by cocksuckers and feeders, so that whether you needed a blow or wanted to do some blowing there was usually action to be had.
I had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described.
My first semester was a very confusing time for me; it was the first time I'd been away from home for any considerable length of time, and it was the first time I was confronted with my burgeoning sexuality. Now I was away at college, 500 miles from home. Jeff was the first one I met.
Cold where we live, its warm in Costa Rica. There are nice little villas that one can rent right at the beach that are cool. Birds and monkeys will be cavorting in the trees, and flowers are everywhere. Hot, humid weather always makes me horny, which Ryan is counting on, I suppose. He wins. We are walking along the beach at about midnight.
That's the third time that green and white Chevy pick-up truck has passed me. I know he's cruising me. Checking me out. I love walking around this neighborhood at night. Even though it's near downtown, it's dark & quiet. Just a block off the main drag. It's also a cruising area for guys looking for some man to man sex action. Who's only too happy to oblige them, and service their need.
Tom and Drew find out that they would both consider doing something with another guy, but who would have thought that the pool talk would actually turn into some sexy hardcore action. Who sucks who? Who fucks who?
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
The dormitory I lived in was a temporary building , with very small individual rooms, and with a community shower on each of the two floors. One of the first people I made friends with was a guy named Tom. We would get together after we were through studying and shoot the bull for about a half hour, then head for the showers. I had bunk beds, and Tommy slept in the upper.
Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger. He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules.
Usually there's a guy in each car, usually older, usually drinking and scoping out the trickle of truckers in and out. But tonight, all but one car was empty and since it was a chilly night, there was only one place they could all be. I parked, got out, walked in. None of the above.
He must have see some answering lust in my gaze, because he made his way across the room, until we were standing so close I could feel his hot breath panting against my face. I was afraid he was going to kiss me, but he just reached a searching hand down to my crotch, where my hard rod tried to leap into his eager gasp, right through my jeans. With practiced haste, he fumbled my jeans open, and my dick sprang free, into the cool firmness of his hands.
He was wearing drawstring sweats, and it was the work of an instant for me to hold him in my hands as well, a little white worm that struggled and twisted in my grip. But after a quick moment he pushed my hands back, and going to his knees, he had me down his throat before I knew what was going on.
I had a moment of panic, and then the sensation hit me. It was incredible. It's true what they say, that a man knows better how to give a blow job than a woman, and this kid didn't miss a trick, nearly managing the incredible feat of nearly my considerable length.
There was something even better than the sensation, however, and that was the feel of power. Here was this white boy, like every cocky arrogant son-of-a-bitch I had ever hated in high school, humiliated, demasculinized, down on his knees in front of me, taking my black dick down his throat, and loving it.
And I loved it too, fucking his throat, harder and harder, and loving the little gasping sounds he made, and fucking his throat faster and faster, until suddenly he drew back, aware I was going to cum, and I grabbed him by the sides of his head, and thrust myself down his throat and shot a load like a bullet straight to the bottom of his stomach.
When I pulled out, he spat out what he could, and looked up at me, with that dazed look in his eyes, and my cum dripping down his cheek, and some part of me just wanted to hold him in my arms, and keep him close.
And some other part of me wanted to flee as quickly as possible.
And that second part won, and I left the club in a rush. But even though I never saw him again, I have never forgotten the look in his eyes, as my seed burned its way down his throat... and as he turned to look for the next man to fill his need.
As I came I felt myself dirty, thinking about so kind of sex. I decided to go to by some cigarettes in the store close to my house. I went out in shorts and t-shirt, which I wore at home. I was still pretty far from the gas station store, but I could see, that they are working these two guys from Tunizia. Closer I've got, more hard was my dick.
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
Actually, due to his feminine looks and stature he appeared to be much younger; but not knowing of any reason to doubt him, I didn't. Abu was 7 years of age when Hussein invaded Kuwait. At the time he lived with his father, mother, and younger sister. Because his father and mother had been educated in London, Abu and his sister were fluent in English as well as their native tongue.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
I'm a white guy with blue eyes, age 35, 6 feet and a defined body. I was home with a black stud I just met on gay chatroom. He was a true bull, age around 40, more than 6 feet and probably 200 ponds of muscles, like the guys employed in the security for concerts or disco, shaved head and intense black eyes. We made rapid presentations, his name was Cary.
His name was Will. He was a basketball player. Ebony God! Damn he looked good! Will was about 7 feet tall, nicely built. I jacked off many times to his images in my head. One night I came home to find Will drunk and jacking. At first he stopped, but then he saw me, and kept going. Then he stopped and asked me if I was gay. Trying not to sound too excited, I jumped at the opportunity.
Within an hour of me getting settled, taking the lower bunk for myself, my room mate came in. He was a blond kid, slender and lean, just about the same size as the boy I had been having sex with in high school. I immediately felt my heart pound inside me at the sight of his tight muscled ass pushing through the thin shorts he wore.
This winter was the first to me in the college were I find the most important and happy days in my life, and there I find some new good friends, one of them called "Jason". Jason or Jazz about my age standing at around 170cm 70 kg with brown hair and these blue eyes you could get lost in, muscular and good looking boy. He was great guy.
You see, there's this guy who's been keeping me. . . I hate to use that word, but there just isn't any other one that will do - I was being KEPT! It was all OK at first, he'd suck my cock dry two or three times a day. I loved that. I didn't even mind making out with all his friends. I like it, too.
Up in the high, flat country with the golden grass in the summer. It was hot, very hot, but I had my windows open enjoying my new state. At 70 half the traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my sister's house for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three hours early.
I didn't know him and was slightly bored with what I was doing so I set out to find out who this guy was. From where I was sitting I could see his screen and his backside. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt and from what I could tell wasn't doing a whole hell of a lot either. I first checked to see who was on and there were 4 guys in the list. Bingo, I found out who he was.
Little did they know they can't satisfy the desires that I often have. Like straight guys, I also enjoy the company of men, hanging out, talking, doing normal guy things together. In my late 20's, I'm a beefy, solid kinda guy--broad shoulders and nice arms and pecs tapering to nice waist. Not a gym rat, just a normal jock. I needed more. Then it happened.
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.
He's tall and thin, and very hairy, at least from what i could see of his arms and legs and what peeks out over his tee shirt collar. I met Santiago at a night class I was taking, and we became study partners. I loved being near him and sometimes I could look up his short sleeves and see his hairy armpits. He had a musky sensual scent that was arousing.
I'm a student at an Ivy League College, and I stopped into the gym for a little relaxation after work. There were a lot of guys around, including two beautiful French boys with big round asses and nice uncut cocks, sitting in the sauna. He had penetrating blue eyes, and looked shy.
I was so horny and needed to get some quick or I was gonna die. It had been two weeks since I had been with a man. Heck, I couldn't even hook up with one of my friend because all of the jerks were out of town. I figured the only hope I had of getting some before I died was to visit the park. I really hated to do that because ya never know what kind of people come out at night.
I showed up about 9:00 pm and paid my seven dollars to get in. I can't remember what movies were playing, it didn't matter, I wasn't really there for the films. I really love going there, it's totally dark and very sleazy. I'm surprised it hasn't been shut down by now, but as long as it's open, I'll have to keep going. Actually, it's not that I love going there, it's more like I have to go.
The man that had been the center of my jack off fantasies for the last six months, ever since I had moved to my new house. He was so handsome, and he was built like a god. There were days I would have given an arm or a leg to get him into bed, just to experience the passion he held. I guess what surprised me was how easily my dream came true.
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