Last Friday afternoon, I was feeling particularly horny and I knew only one thing would do: cocks. See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me. I guess it's the anonymity and the freedom it allows you. There's no expectations, no false bravado or machismo, and no need to try to impress anyone. All you have to do is signal your desire to suck or be sucked. If the person in the next booth doesn't want you, it's not a big deal. You just move on and wait for the next guy to come along.
I usually don't have much trouble attracting guys. My only real trouble is what to do about all the ones I'm not attracted to. I stand 5'10" tall, with a lean muscular body, fine blonde hair, broad chest and shoulders, nicely developed muscles, and a smooth 8" cock. I'm what most gay men go nuts over, if I do say so myself. So here I was in the bookstore, just as I get in the door and even before I get my tokens for the video booths I've got men eyeballing my package. I head for the back and survey the cruisers. There's maybe about 10 - 12 guys there; all ages and types. There's no really strong standouts at first, though. I prefer really masculine guys like me; strong and plain, and wanting only one thing- sex.
So I select a booth located in the middle of the row. It's not too big, only about enough room for one comfortably. I hoped I wouldn't drop any tokens, though, because there was barely enough room to bend over. On each side of me, though, was a gloryhole cut into the wood. They were just about waist height, nicely hollowed out so that there wouldn't be any splinters or scrapes. Just as soon as I dropped my first token and selected a movie with two guys fucking another, I notice an eye through the gloryhole to my left. It's quickly replaced by a semi-hard cock. It's a white man's cock, about average size of 7" I guess. I like a nice big piece of meat, bigger than mine at least, but 7" is none too small, so I went for it. I grabbed it and gave it a good yank before stroking it to full hardness. As soon as it was fully rigid, I kneeled down and put my lips around it's flared head. It tasted fresh and clean, hot and sweet in my mouth. I sucked like that thing was going to pump out liquid gold. It must have been the best blowjob that guy had ever had, because he was shooting his load withing minutes. As soon as I'd drained him dry and swallowed all he had to give, he pulled out and zipped up. So much for long goodbyes...
I wasn't through by a damn sight, though. One cock is hardly enough for me when I get in the mood I was in that day. You could line me up 10 guys in a row and I'd still be hungry for more dick. Call me a slut (please). I didn't have to wait long for another hot cock to come to me. I guess the guy on the right had watched us, because as soon as I turned around to the right I was met at eye level with a huge black piece of man-meat. It was glorious, probably the nicest cock I'd ever seen or will ever see. It was maybe 10" long, very thick, and nicely shaped with no visible hair on it. I wasted no time in sucking it into my hot mouth. I was rewarded by hearing a loud moan from my neighbor. He began to buck his magnificent cock in and out of my mouth almost immediately. I wasn't going to let him off that easy, though. I wanted this cock to last a while, so I backed off and grabbed him round the base, slowing down the pace of the action to suit me.
He seemed to get the idea and relax into a nice, long, slow cocksucking. I alternated between fast and slow, hard suction and light teasing with my tongue for the better part of a half hour. I think he was about ready to just smack it against my face until he came by that point. Still, I had other plans for him. I grabbed him again at the base and turned around with my ass up in the air. Slowly, I eased my ass back onto his fantastic black pole, taking it slow in case he decided he didn't want that. He surprised me by shoving forward as much as he could, putting an audible strain on the barrier between us. I guess he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted his big cock in my tight whiteboy ass. So I obliged him by opening up as much as I could and, with one rough motion, impaled myself onto his massive tool all the way to the hilt. My ass cheeks were mashed against the wall and his dick was pressed as far up my ass as either of us could manage.
Oh, man! I was in heaven! The combination of pain and blissful pleasure was overwhelming. I almost fell off his cock just from the rush of it. But I held on, bracing myself by placing my arms against the opposite wall. Then he really began to work on my ass, pulling out almost all the way and shoving all 10" back in hard as hell. I was barely able to stand up to the assault. Then I looked down and noticed another cock! This one was also dark, but not black. Maybe Latino or Asian. Who cares! I pulled down to eye level with it and swallowed it between my lips into my hot cocksucking mouth. I did my best to deep throat all 8" of it with the assault that was going on behind me. I succeeded in getting at least 2/3 of it in, and I started to alternate the timing of my sucking with the barrage on my backside.
Soon I had both in rythm, with the black cock driving me forward onto the cock in my mouth, and then pushing myself even further backwards onto the cock in my ass. I felt like a piece of white meat between two slices of dark bread (what some people would call an Oreo cookie) and I loved every second of it. Soon both of them began to buck wildly. At each end of me there was a wild and frantic pushing in and pulling out until I didn't know which way was up anymore. I felt the cock in my ass swell up even bigger, then it sprayed my insides with a coat of hot cum. The black man yelled out, practically screaming, "Fuck yes, ooooooooh yes, baby oh baby, yes, uuuuugghhh AAAHHH". I thought he's bring the house down with that yell. No chance of his neighbors not hearing him when he had sex!
The cock in my mouth followed close behind, shooting load after load of hot, sweet jizz down my throat. He didn't make nearly as much noise, but he made some rather loud moans and grunts towards the end of his orgasm. Me- I was over the edge. Have you ever been TOO turned on to cum? I think I was, and no matter what I did, I didn't want to release my load yet, because that would mean that this fantastic ass fucking and cocksucking session was over. Luckily for me, minutes after those two cocks pulled out of the holes, they were replaced by new ones. I know- too amazing to believe. But there they were, almost as nice as the two that had just left. Both of these were black as night, and each was about identical in length at around 10 and a half inches. Was I the fuck-doll of a gang or something? I didn't care. I just squatted down and grabbed onto both of those ebony fuck-sticks. I alternated sucking one off, then the other, until they were both rock solid and wet with saliva. I turned around again and slid the cock on my left into my used hole and slurped up the other into my horny slut mouth. I rode both of them until they came, but this time I pulled off and let them shoot their loads all over my face and chest. I swear I didn't think that I could do any more, but lo and behold, there were two more cocks right where the others had left! Fuck it! I'm a slut whore cocksucker! Give it all to me, 'cus I'll take all you got and then some!
Damned if I didn't, too! By the end of that afternoon, I was covered with cum on the outside and filled with it on the inside. And I'll be damned if I didn't get cleaned up and walk outside only to see a group of 12 guys standing around wearing their gang colors and smoking a fat joint. They all smiled at me as I came out. I must have had a look of pure shock on my face. They all just laughed and turned back around to enjoy their pot, and it was over.
Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess.
I was horny as hell, but a trip to the back room wasn't even worth the effort it took to get past the groping hands. What Frankfurt lacked in European beauty, it made up for in good gay bars - with lots of US Military attendance. The Army crowd often took notice of my tall, muscled, frame. They must have come into the bar while I was in back. John was up for another beer and I ordered him one.
Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling.
Much as I hate the chore itself, after-hours at the local laundromat MORE than compensate for the inconvenience!! The owner is a Korean guy named Kim, a short, slim, but solid little fellow in his early 50s. His jet black hair is flecked with grey, and that, combined with his bifocals, gives him a very distinguished, scholarly look. Kim puts on the radio, and Korean music starts playing.
I am in my mid 20's 6 ft tall and 170 lbs,and had always been straight. About two years ago I began to explore sex with men also. I am writing the experiences I have had and posting them. Let me know if you enjoy. My previous experiences had taken place at one bathhouse or a video porn emporium.
I'm built pretty sturdy to begin with (5'10" brown hair, brown eyes, muscular at 185,and 8. 5cut), but wanted to work on packing on some more muscle. My mid-west farm boy looks and build always gets me plenty of dick as it is, but I like lifting and decided to hit it pretty hard during my vacation period.
We are both insatiable cocksuckers - always hungry for a nice big cock to plow our mouths and boypussies. David was telling me he really wanted to get fucked, so I told him to say hi to my extremely hot and hung friend Ed who was also online at time. They decided to get together even though Ed also had another friend named Scott on his way over. Scott is great-looking. It's a hot scene.
Decided to go to the beach and bumped into Scott. The sparks start flying and I have a good feeling about this. He offers to put some tanning lotion on my back. When I feel his finger caressing my ass, I know that I am getting lucky!
I woke up in my apartment, raging hard-on as usual. Isn't that the way these tales always begin? It was January and really god damn cold outside. It was Saturday, so fortunately I didn't have to go to class. I didn't even want to leave the building. Three below zero even without the god damn wind chill. I had lived alone there for three months now, since my boyfriend and I split up.
There was a free counseling center on campus, but the twenty-one year old senior needed to keep his "problem" a secret, even if that meant paying. Dustin would have to drop out of school if gossip got around. He would never survive the humiliation. Dustin was a clean-cut with wholesome good looks. He didn't seem at all like someone with a problem only a shrink could solve.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
I was pretty inexperienced and frightened in those days but with a bit of alcohol to lower my inhibitions I managed to have a few good experiences as well as quite a few cold evenings when I finished the night by wanking off while fucking a tree. Few people around and all scared to approach like me. Now I live in the country and am much more active in my cruising. I needed more.
Sitting down to eat my meager meal after work one day the phone rings. I pick it up with my customary improvised macho "Hello. " "Good evening Mr. Collins, I'm calling from the American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. " "I see, I replied in less than macho voice already kicking myself for not having the moxy to just tell him to piss off.
We get along very well and often joke that if he were gay, we'd be a couple. He's a hot guy in my eyes, mid 30s, 6 foot, 180, very hairy chest and belly (slight beer belly), doesn't work out but plays sports and has an average build. One night we went to a party and got rather drunk, because his place was within walking distance and neither of us could drive he invited me to spend the night.
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
Can you guess which ones are almost real? I like to fantasize about sex with two guys. One is Josh. He is younger than me, looks about sixteen or seventeen, but of legal age. His hair is brown and short and he has dark eyes. His shoulders are narrow and his long body is slender.
Ned passed on and now Danny has done the dirty on me and I am merely one of his many achievements. But I am left with memories so passionate. I often wondered why he kept saying I am his "number nine, doctors favorite". I thought it was because of the sex games he liked to play.
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.
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.
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.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
My name is Marco; I'm 20 years old, 5'11" tall with red hair and green eyes. I'm not what you would call handsome but I make a reasonable living as a photographic model working mainly for mail order catalogues and have modelled everything skiwear to thongs (I have quite a healthy package between my legs so I get to model quite a bit of underwear).
When we first met, we briefly toyed with the idea of moving in together but soon learned that the only thing we had in common was sex. Once we established we were better pals than lovers, we would get together about twice a month & to fuck our brains out, all in the name of friendship! I'm not in love with Rick. I'm in lust with the man.
We met online and had about 4 meetings before the one that was the most awesome. He also loved to video himself getting fucked; said he enjoyed watching it after. He would always make sure that his ass was to the camera so you could see him really getting reamed by those big dicks.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. My eyes followed him to the escalator....
I parked went in, relieved myself, and saw a note on the wall, check out the little red pickup in the lot. As I left I saw a red pickup parked near by with a man sitting in it. I walked over that way, turned and walked slowly by, very close. The man was smiling at me and I smiled back, then looked down in the open drivers window to see his hand holding a very nice big cock.
This trip would be different, but I didn't know how different. The travel agent I usually used was closed for a vacation. I knew of another just around the corner but had never been there. What's the difference one is the same as another I thought. Boy was I wrong. I told him it was a business trip, but he told me I had to return from business sometime. He was about 5" soft, I was hungry. I to.
I went in, grabbed the beer and was standing in line when I noticed a cute guy behind me. I gave him a quick glance up and down, trying not to be too obvious. You see, I live in a "Mixed" neighborhood just outside Hillcrest, San Diego's GAY area. Anyway, he was a hot boy, with reddish hair, blue eyes and an average frame. "No I wasn't" I said. After about 5 blocks we got to his place.
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