I was nervous and not so sure I wanted to do it, but I went. A place in Reno, Nevada that is clean and well taken care of. A gay bathhouse with private rooms, two glory hole rooms, a steam room, and more.
I was taken there by a good friend of man named Bobby. He was more than a friend, he was a fellow bisexual married man, who had allowed me to accept my bisexuality, and had also been the first man I had been with sexually in years.
By the time Bobby and I went to this place in Reno, he and I had already been together a couple times. He took me and another friend of his in hopes of showing us a good time and getting us to loosen up.
I walked around for a bit, both with Bobby and alone. He introduced me to a another man he had met there. We all played together, but that is a story for another time.
I ended up in the room where two televisions were playing gay porn. I sat my towel next to me and started to play with my cock. Though I had never thought I was well endowed, Bobby, and other men I was with, assured me I was. My cock was only six inches long, but it was thick. My wife measured it once with a measuring tape and it measured six inches around, a diameter of 3 inches.
I was watching the fuck flick and stroking my cock to make it hard. Men came into the room some looking at me or the other guys. Two guys across from me started playing around and one started sucking the other's cock. I couldn't get a good look, but enjoyed what I could see. A short while later, another two guys who had come in together started messing around. One guy sat down on the other's cock and they fucked for a bit.
I was getting ready to leave the room and walk around some more when a guy walked in and stood across from me. He got my attention right away because unlike 99% of the other guys in the place he was wearing a t-shirt. The white towel all the guys there had was wrapped around his waist as well.
Jerry and I trade glances as the coach puts us through a thorough exercise program. Finally we head to the showers together and I know I will get to see him nude.
I knew there was such a thing as fucking but that was not a common thing around where I lived. Anyway, I was 18 and a sophomore in highschool. I wasn't a jock but neither was I a nerd. I took phy-ed with the rest of the guys in my class. I was a little on the slim side but my penis was very well developed; much larger than the other guys. Anyway. I got in and he started the car going.
And, I'm talking complete physical. For the past several years, I had seen this older doctor, but he retired, so they set up an appointment with this new doctor who had just been hired. He was straight out of medical school. He was only about 28 years old, and looked about 21. We had gotten to know each other a little bit on lunch breaks and stuff.
I wouldn't believe it if I read it but it happened just the way that follows. I was 20, a sophomore at UCLA and during the previous couple of months I had come out of the closet with a bang. Anyway I went home to Newport to visit my parents and see a few old surfing buddies. One of those was Bill.
We were bidding on a contract that required us to put a BBS into place, and none of had any experience with such things. So with my boss's blessing, I sat down to my computer and decided to begin exploring what the BBS board world had to offer. The local computer handout mag had a pretty complete listing of numbers in the back.
In his time he had seen waiting staff come and go but hoped that this batch were going to stick at it. It had been a busy night and Doug decided to go outside the kitchen for a smoke. Doug was standing there and started to feel horny so he started to rub his cock through his chef pants. It was then that Doug noticed one of the waiting staff standing there watching. Doug smiled and said you ok.
I was just conferred my rank as corporal when the company was sent three new recruits. We were stationed in Germany, about 3 miles from the Danish border, and so Americans were few and far between. I found more hot and horny German boys that American boys did little to interest me.
My brother thankfully left for a friends house, and it seemed like an eternity before my parents left for a tennis mixer. Finally, I had the entire house to myself. I raced down the stairs to ensure the door was locked. On my route back to my bedroom I unzipped my fly, and gently began to stroke my aching cock.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
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.
It was obvious it was one of thousands that had been mostly left to rot when the interstate passed it by. No self-service in this place. Matter of fact, I was beginning to think there was no service at all when a sleepy looking dude in baggy overalls shuffled toward the car.
Another guy sat next to me watching me as I played with myself. I was thinking he might be making a move in a minute, when the t-shirt guy came over and grabbed my cock instead.
I immediately let go of myself and t-shirt guy, I never got his name, but I'll call him Joe, began stroking my cock.
"Damn, that's a nice cock," Joe said as he kneeled down on the floor, took my cock into his mouth and began sucking. It soon became evident that this guy knew how to suck a cock. It was incomparable to anytime my cock had been sucked before.
He sucked me for awhile and then told me he could go on forever. I told him to go for it. The guy sitting next to me agreed with Joe that I had quite a good cock. Joe also commented that I was "so cute, too." I could tell the guy next to me wanted a turn at my cock, but Joe wasn't letting go. Since he wasn't gonna get a turn, he ended up standing next to me and I played with his cock. He didn't have the biggest cock, but it was fucking rock hard.
Joe continued to suck, occasionally taking my cock out of his mouth to look at it and stroke it before sliding back into his throat. It was fucking heaven. The reason I didn't cum had nothing to do with him not being able to make me, but because I didn't want it to happen, because I didn't want it to end.
Most of the time I watched as Joe's head bobbed up and down my cock, though I occasionally leaned back to close my eyes and just revel in the sheer ecstasy of it all. I also occasionally watched the fuck flick on the tube, but honestly I don't remember what was going on there. Bobby poked his head in every once in awhile to see how I was doing before taking off to do his own thing again.
Joe told me that if I wanted him to stop all I had to do was tell him. I said I'd let him know, but I was in no hurry to leave. He also shared that his record of sucking cock was six hours. I believed it. He referred to himself as a cock worshiper and asked me where I had been all his life.
His tongue was fucking incredible. My cock stayed in his mouth most of the time. There wasn't any licking the outside of the shaft and sucking on my balls, not that I would have minded, but my prick stayed in his mouth as he slid up and down on it.
The guy who had been sitting next to me came back and sat down again. He was stroking his cock and hinted that when Joe was done with me he had a load for him as well. I don't think Joe was interested, because he never stopped sucking me. The guy eventually stood up next to me and put his cock in my face. I started sucking it as Joe continued to suck me. I sucked the guy off and he shot his cum into my throat. Then he was gone and it was just Joe and me again.
Joe was amazed that I was letting him suck on my cock for as long as I did. I was amazed at my own ability to hold in the cum.
Unfortunately, I never got the chance to finish it with Joe. He got up to take a piss break and I saw that Bobby and his friend were dressed. It was time for us to go. I tried to find the guy to say good-bye, but I didn't. I would have loved to at least exchange names, but I don't know that he would have wanted that.
It still gets me rock hard thinking about him sucking my cock. He was a good looking man and I won't ever forget him.
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He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home.
It was obvious it was one of thousands that had been mostly left to rot when the interstate passed it by. No self-service in this place. Matter of fact, I was beginning to think there was no service at all when a sleepy looking dude in baggy overalls shuffled toward the car.
it was around 4:00am, and there were very few cars out on the interstate. I saw a blue light, and I was pulled over by a Highway Patrolmen. He walked up to the car, he was kinda young (early 30's) very muscular and damned good-looking. He ran his hand across his cock, and when he moved his hand, the length of his cock was running down his uniform pants leg. about me splitting her apart".
I was scanning the faces of the kids in my class when my eyes fell upon a particular boy. His name was Varni Shah. He'd been in the class all year, but I'd never noticed him before. This was probably partly due to the fact that he was Indian (NOT Native American). However now (mid-April) I noticed that he was pretty good-looking and had a nice-looking body. But suddenly I really wanted this guy.
He loved playing football, baseball and all the other sports at college. At 19, he was already a huge guy - 6'2" and 190 lbs of solid muscle. He had shoulder length brown hair, a little mustache and a little soft hair that trailed down the center of his pecs, over his ripped abs and down to his crotch. He worked out everyday in the weight room, pushing his body as far as it would go. 95.
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
I was 29 and living in Huntington, West Virginia. It's a city of 60,000 or so on the Ohio river near where West Virginia, Kentucky, and Ohio meet. I was "between" lovers that summer and went out to the gay men's clubs fairly frequently. This black cop pulls me over. He jokes about me not having scored this night and then tells me he will change that.
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.
Had only had sex with a man once before, curtesy of a glory hole at my college, a concept I couldn't resist. But years had gone by, and I was living in the city, working at a store 6 days a week, and rarely going on dates. When I realized she was a he I laughed and apologized for making a mistake.
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.
It seems that the largest cities only have a few adult bookstores and the city Fathers, in all of there wisdom, had the stores take the doors off the booths, cover the gloryholes, and install video surveillance. Bummer. We have to go to L. A. or S. F. We would come to my house after school, before my parents came home and suck each other for what seemed like hours at a time.
Called up a hustler abut 9:30. He could get into watersports and would come over at 11:00 after he had time to drink a lot of water. "I'm not some nightmare hustler," he said. And he was right. Early twenties. Handsom, muscular, and with a 9 inch pecker. Honest. And huge balls. Also tried to talk piss talk to him when his huge dick wasn't in my mouth. He stood in front of me and started to piss.
I wanted film for my camera and decided to walk to the store near my home. I live only about two blocks from a mall that has a Publix, an Eckerds and a number of places that I go often. I was passing behind Publix, crossing the loading dock where they have all the plastic milk cases things stacked up, when a guy stepped out of the delivery door and began loading some stuff onto a dolly.
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