My first time sucking a guy's dick was a Glory Hole in LA. Lucky I did not get aids. Ever since I have gotten off sucking off hung dudes.
I was and still am interested in sexy ladies. I was playing with myself in this porno house, and had punched up a pretty steamy threesome video with about $10 worth of quarters. I was sitting back in the little seat when right by my right ear out popped a wet cock from the booth next to me! I could not believe it! And it was huge, fully 10 inches, barely fitting through the hole. My cock was 2 inches shorter, and big, but not THAT big! I could not resist it. I touched it tentatively with my fingers, feeling its softness, and noticing it twitching. I heard a sigh on the other side. I could smell the muskiness, and looked at the precum on the tip. My tongue went out and I tasted the bitter sweet precum of another man. I guided the head into my lips, and let my tongue slip under the crownhead. It swelled even larger as my hot warm mouth engulfed the monster head of this stud. I wanted all of it, and let it slip into my mouth. I could not believe it! I was sucking a cock and loving it. I was so close to cumming I had to let go of my dick and just let it sway there, dripping cum onto the sticky floor. The guy's cock was really wet, and I ran my fingers in a wet swirl along his shaft as my tongue flicked the underside of his engorged penis. I wanted him to shoot his cannon into my mouth, and quickened my pace. Then it happened, like I never thought it would happen to me, his semen spurted into my eager mouth and I gulped it down, licking and slurping, some of it running out my mouth and down my arms. He gushed and gushed, and then slowly went limp while I licked every drop from his cock. I had to see who this was.
We opened the doors at the same time; he was about 6'6", 250 lbs, muscular, and black, with a big smile on his face. And on mine!
How the hell did he let himself get all out of shape? It is bad enough being gay at 63, but being gay and fat is a death knell. So he bit the bullet and headed for the YMCA. What a great facility. The only downside was that the boys had their own locker room. That was okay because Denny didn't like the idea of being behind bars. The trainer agreed and they planned a workout schedule.
The sense of relief was starting to take hold, but I still felt like I'd been through Hell in a rowboat. I felt bad for Ken, and I sure hoped he could find an out, but I doubted it. I had nearly gotten my balls in a vice trying to help, but in the end there hadn't been anything I could do....
Several times I feel his crotch pressing up against my elbow as my dentist works in my mouth. I decide to press back ever so lightly. I may have imagined it, but I think he pushed back harder...
I had the weekend to myself, so I went to a small town just south of where I lived at the time. The year was 1962. I had been to the Grey Hound Bus terminal, read amongst the writings on the wall of another bus terminal in town, by a major hotel, where the action was hot and heavy, and quiet. I loved quiet ! So I went there with high hopes, and a hot piece of man-meat hungry to be sucked.
I am 24 years old and live in a pretty small city in the northwest US. I have blond hair, blue eyes. I am 6'0 and about 170lbs. Oh, did I mention I have a decent cock? Now I know most people exaggerate, but I do not. I am good solid 7.5 inches and I actually measured it. Anyway here is a true story. It was November 26, 2001. Let me explain something really quick about porn.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
It's hot, it's steamy, and above all it's sexy. The barman is hassled though, too many customers and the bar is too small. He should have had help tonight, but the other barman has called in sick again. There's not a lot he can say. It's to be expected. Some people think he's quite cute, fuckable. But he's not interested in picking-up tonight. He's got a sore arse from last night. He told me.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
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.
And I decided I needed sex more often, so I decided to find someone I could trust and pay for it. Sex is sex, love is love. I decided a few years ago to go for it and get as much sex, as safely as possible, as I could. And I'd pay for it because I was tired of the bathhouse and bar pick-up scene.
I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men's cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have "cheated" and had sex with men.
Andy's secured a job with a new sports store and after two slightly unorthodox interviews, he's now spending time with Dave, the company director while he gets some training. Dave turns out to be a bit of a dark horse away from work, especially where Andy's huge cock is concerned.
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