It was my first visit on a Thursday night. The night started out well. I saw a guy who was maybe in his late thirties leave the whirlpool, and I noticed his solid build and masculine face. He had brown hair, dark eyes, and a sporty sense about him. I followed him upstairs to the blowjob room. I stood next to him for a minute before I knelt down and sucked his cock into my mouth. My first thought was that he might be a straight/bi-curious guy because his bush was completely untrimmed. I forced my mouth around his cock and felt his pubes brush up against my face. I worked his cock until it became hard, but another guy who was trying to fondle me from behind made me get up and walk out.
Later, I ran into the same athletic stud in the steam room. He stood quietly in the corner. When I took off my towel and faced him, he walked toward me and knelt down before me to suck my cock. Again, I felt he might be straight/bi-curious because he only took in my cockhead and sucked it gently -- much like a gay-for-pay porn actor. But he continued to suck my cock until it was fully hard, and he seemed to enjoy it. After several minutes, he moved over to lie back on a bench in the steam room. We got in the 69 position, and he began to lick my balls -- something that always gets me close. But by this point, I was about ready to pass out, so I suggested we go to my room.
Once upstairs, I shut the door, and we resumed our cocksucking. He started first, again on his knees in front of me. While he sucked my dick in his mouth, I felt his bulging biceps, which he flexed for me. After several relaxing minutes, I motioned for him to sit on the bed. I began to suck his cock buried in his bush. He lay back and enjoyed it. Then, we got in the 69 position, and he continued to lick my shaved ball sack. It got me going. I pushed his legs up in the air and darted my tongue across his sphincter. His hole was watertight, and I continued to think he might be new to all this. I poked my tongue directly at his tender hole, and he enjoyed the feel.
He told me he wanted to sit on my 8-inch prick. He ran to his room to get some lube and returned with lube and a Magnum. He prepped my dick, and I lay back on the bed. He straddled me and sank onto my cock in one long movement (so much for the straight/bi-curious theory). He rocked back and forth on my cock for five minutes until he came hard. He drizzled his cum across my abdomen, removed my cock from his tight (but able) ass, and walked out the door. Because his ass had been pretty tight without much lubrication, I had not yet cum...
Twenty minutes later, I entered another room, where I saw a man lying on the bed. With the door open, I could see, standing above him, one of the first studs I ever topped at this bath house. The stud's dark blond, 5-8, 170, tan, with a typical tattoo across one of his arms. He always wears black sneakers and a white towel wrapped tightly across his body. His facial expression is pretty dumb, but his body is muscular. I walked in the room and stood behind him, fondling his luscious glutes. They were bouncy but firm. I knew he liked to get fucked, but the first time I fucked him, he came quickly and left me dry.
Last night, I tested the waters by standing behind him, rubbing his sweet ass cheeks and running my cock in between them. He was sucking the guy on the bed, and he bent over more when he felt me behind him -- after he took a look to see who wanted to pump his hot ass. I crouched down and rimmed him to moisten his hole because, again, I was without lube.
I stood up and buried my 8-inch prick deep within his tight ass. Without missing a beat, he continued to suck the guy's cock and take my cock up his ass. I slowly inserted my prick in and out, though it was difficult without much except my spit to lube his hole. I fucked him slowly for a few minutes before he turned and left. At least this time, I'd expected it. As he left the room, he turned back to me and said, "thanks."
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.
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
This happened one day on my way back from class. I was driving down the road when I saw a rest stop on the left it was a nice day, so I decided to stop not looking for anything just to relax and walk around a bit. I went in to go to the bathroom and decided to read the writing on the wall.
Xavier was fast but I kept up. He'd just broken a sweat me, I was dripping. Swerving off down into a gully Xavier suddenly tried to break away but with determination and a laugh I was soon close on his heels. I'm sure he felt the anticipation of what might be coming, running to win and running to some privacy was a thought he must have also had.
It has become a nightly ritual, one I love. He stands there in the light of the moonlit window, his eyes getting adjusted to the semi dark. He is naked and his cock is standing out, hard and at the ready. I can almost taste its sweetness. But, then, I am supposed to be asleep. It comes softly as he moves his hand along my nakedness and comes to rest at the base of my 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.
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.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
I made my way to the locker room & collapsed on the bench, exhausted. I inhaled deeply & savoured the scent of the sweaty environment. Something about the aura always excited me & I found myself getting aroused again. It didn't help that some of the guys were stripping, while others walked about clad only in their undergear.
They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island.
True, I wasn't interested in girls, but I thought that cause I was so dark-skinned, I was too ugly to attract a guy. Everybody was always interested in the white boys first, then the Latinos, and maybe some other guys. The black girls were all into the light-skinned brothas and well, it seemed logical that if I wasn't the only fag in school - they would find me least attractive.
This latin guy emailed me and said he was willing to teach me. We set up a time to meet on Saturday afternoon. I went to his place and he opened the door. He was naked and hot. He was fairly smooth, His hair was braided and he had a small go-tee. He said to me, "you here to be my slave?" I told him I was and he told me to come in and get naked. He told me to grab my cloths and to follow him.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
Peacefully, not waking me up. Your smell was still there, in our bed, surrounding me like a good omen for the days to come. I took off my clothes slowly, pretending you are there. I closed my eyes and touched my lips with the tip of my fingers. Gently. I played with the lobe of my ear, as I left the other hand explore my chest. Caressing, then pinching one nipple. Yes, as if you were there.
Shawn is about 40, single, and pretty much a loner. I had asked him to run a few errands for me, and I took him to lunch to show my appreciation. I asked how he was doing and what was going on in his life. His dad recently passed away and he was alone. He told me he was ok, but he feels alone, like there is him, and then everyone else.
His two friends Willie and Harold were both eighteen too. They lay on a blanket in the park watching people walking by. "I sure would like some sex," Wayne said. "What's your sexual fantasy today?" Howard asked. Wayne thought a few moments before speaking. "I'd like getting a man around thirty, stripping him and giving him a complete work over."
Not trouble with my studies which were going well, nor trouble settling in and making friends. No. My trouble was purely financial, I was spending money on textbooks and food at a rate that could not continue for long, I had to get a part time job I was speaking to a gay friend, Mark about the possibility of getting a barman's job but he wasn't hopeful.
It left thousands of people without power for several days and some for several weeks. This story is about me and a friend and how the icestorm would turn us from 2 straight friends into gay lovers. It was late january. It had been snowing and raining all day. Seth and I were at my apartment working on a paper for a food class. We did have the radio on for background noise. It was late.
Don't get me wrong, the weathers not always like this in the UK, just when we get rain we seem to get lots of it. I decided to stay in and get some work done on the computer and had spent most of the day working on digital photos in PhotoShop or writing stories. At six p. m. I put a meal in the microwave and heated it, then went into the lounge to eat and watch the local news and weather.
Well, two hot fucks, and I still hadn't cum. I walked around for a few more minutes, and was about ready to go, when I noticed a two-some going at it in a room with the door slightly ajar. A short, athletically built dark-haired guy with trimmed chest hair and killer blue eyes was lying on his back on the bed while a hard-bodied, Hispanic with his head shaved and deep-piercing brown eyes drilled him while standing over him. The guy lying on his back motioned for me to enter the room. I crawled onto the bed and got into position, so that the guy lying on his back was licking my nut sack while I sucked his dick -- all while the Hispanic continued to bang his hole.
I've never gone looking for threeways, though this wasn't my first. I guess I have to be in control, so I need to know I find both guys hot, or at least that I won't be left out of the action.
With my face near the cock in the ass, I noticed the top guy was wearing a chrome cockring. I continued to suck the bottom guy's cock until he started moaning loudly. I let his cock go and pushed my balls closer to his tongue. He continued to lick my balls and shout while his cock erupted cum up to his shoulders.
After that, the top withdrew his cock from his bottom boy. The Hispanic top's cock was the thickest fireplug I've ever seen. His dick was maybe 6 inches long, but its width was at least 4 inches. Its head was dark purple, and his prick seemed to burst from the chrome cockring at its base.
The top guy stared at me a couple times for only a second, but he was seducing me with his eyes. The bottom guy lay on his bed while I bent over to suck the Hispanic guy's throbbing plug. I could taste some precum as I sucked him. The Hispanic guy sighed and moaned with pleasure. Then, I got back upright, and the Hispanic guy bent over to suck my 8-incher while playing with his dick.
At that point, I couldn't take his long sultry looks any longer. I took matters into my own hands. I rearranged my position so that I was facing the bottom guy's face, with my bubble butt facing the Hispanic guy as an unmistakable offering. The Hispanic guy got the hint and began to lube his cock for a new conquest. He worked his cock hard and lubed it inside the condom and out. As I crouched down over the bottom boy on the bed, I could feel the Hispanic guy's cock pushing at my tight hole.
Suddenly, the Hispanic drove his thick cock completely inside my ass with one quick shot. I practically passed out, felt like I'd lost my breath for a few seconds. No one had ever drilled right into me in one solid stroke before then. At first, I felt mad that a guy thought he could fuck me that hard, and I was about to remove myself from the room. But after several seconds, my ass clenched around his thick meat, and I let him fill my ass. He began to fuck me slowly in and out, almost the full length of this thick tool coming out of my ass before pounding it back in. He even removed his cock to relube his dick. He then drove it back in again fast, but this time I enjoyed his forcefulness.
The Hispanic guy began to fuck me harder and faster. His hard body banged against my bubble butt, and he fucked me hard. I began to moan and cry out -- in a sense of mixed pleasure. My ass felt amazing; his thick dick head filled my ass, and I was turned on by how he didn't request permission, but fucked me as he saw fit. We fucked for 5-10 minutes like this, as I lay on top of his previous bottom boy, whose face I looked at and whose body I felt under my own. As I felt unbearable pleasure in my ass, I cried out with an extremely powerful orgasm. My ass muscles clenched down around the fireplug cock buried deep inside me as the Hispanic top pounded me hard. My cum spurted all over the bottom boy, and I looked into the deep brown eyes of the hard-bodied Hispanic, as I headed for the showers.
I took a gander at the pictures of rent boys to see if there was a guy I felt I could be with. Jason was so much like Kev, you could almost say he was a double. On meeting Jason at a destined place he was curious to know how I found him, when I said he was furious because he had given up being a rent boy a year back.
5 inch uncut black cock until my face was covered with come. I had never anticipated doing something like this,but was incredibly turned on by the sight of such a huge cock and felt I would probably never get the chance again. I enjoyed that first time and decide I wanted more. 5 inch cock.
It seems that I always enjoyed the thrill of being by myself and being very free to do whatever I wanted to. This especially applied to the dangerous and exciting world of live rock and roll. I was especially looking forward to the concert tonight. They both were over six feet tall and had short hair.
I had a lunch meeting with a client which lasted until about 2 p. m. The three glasses of wine with lunch had me relaxed, as well as the commitment of more business from my client. After bringing my client back to his office, I stopped at a casino to change clothes in their bathroom. I also lubed up my medium butt plug and pushed it in. It was my first visit. He shot one hell of a load.
I had watched him walk to and from the showers with his dick swinging thru football season and basketball season and now almost thru baseball season. I dreamed about how long and big his cock must be when its hard, and just had to find out. I had tried every trick in my book but hadn't gotten to first base. So I made the final decision.
The Doorbell rang. It was Felix the guy that had moved next door about two weeks ago. He could not help but stare at that hunk. He had a tight pair of levis 501's on and just a tank top. He said that he has some trouble with his computer. Let us see if that is all that Felix can fix.
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight. The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. I was certain that it would hurt. Kiss his balls.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
Gus started working for in the summer term of this year. He is one cute guy. He is about 5'10 black hair brown eyes and about 180 lbs. one day I started hitting on one and he was like what the fuck are you doing I told him nothing. and he said why I said I will give u all the water you want after you strip for me and let me suck your dick. in your case probably about 30 seconds.
I am not a morning person. I loath getting up any earlier than I have to & most of the time I'll just lay there in a daze for several minutes until that internal voice in my head says, "Alright fuck-head, time to get up & earn a living. That meant I had to be in the department & ready to lead my team by 3am. Shit, didn' t even need to shave or trim the goatee this morning.
In this story the waterpolo stud and I learn how important it is to be able to kiss the guy you love, hold hands and of course have passionate love. Playing with each others cocks is also part of what makes life a dream come true.
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.
It was a prestigious job and at 33 I felt proud of my achievements at work. With my new job, however, came a ton of new work and I found myself putting in anywhere from twelve to twenty hours overtime every week. Because I was the newest member of the team, I'd often find myself "volunteering" to stay late and putting the day's work to rest. Of course this made him even more appealing.
He was tall, Hispanic and perfect for my late night fantasies. He was no different from the many others I've plucked from the subway platform with one exception. I saw him again. Tuesday afternoon I was waiting for my train home when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was him. He asked if I had dropped anything. Sure enough my glove was in his hand. I said thank you. uhm. I had to have him.
I went for the same reason as the previous post, I had never seen porn on a big screen. The theater was fairly well lit. It was easy to see the people around me but not bright enough to read. As my eyes adjusted, I could see all sorts of strange things going on. Frankly, I was a bit amazed.
It had to happen the way he'd been sniffing around, like a hound dog with a mission I joked, me thinking it would be fun to have a change, and anyway I liked him, his sense of humour, everything. After the prompting that is. I took time to lick his enormous red end, but being cut it was easy to manipulate as I cupped it in my tongue, spitting on it to make it more moist.
I'm moving into my college dorm for my freshman year. I'm not a bit sad about leaving home. I got to me room and set the box in the corner. It looks like my roommate hasn't moved in yet. As I went back down for the next load, I looked into my neighbor's room, as his door was open. He was in there discussing room arrangements with his parents, so I didn't interrupt to introduce myself.
Although not a gay bar the pub had the reputation of being tolerant towards the gay community and I had thought that as this was Friday night, with no work tomorrow, there would be more action, but there seemed to be little going on tonight.
But I never thought they were true. I never thought it was so easy. Until this past weekend. There's this former frat boy George whose parents bought him an AT&T fancy wancy computer. We had been friends for about a year when one night while partying as frat boys of all ages always do, he said he had something on his computer that I might be interested in. SHWING! was my immediate reaction.
The rest of the family was off doing their various things and I was enjoying the relative silence of the house by listening to a little Life of Agony (the new stuff is really pretty happy). I was online, surfing around aimlessly, pics of hot guys and warez, what else is there on the net? Oh yea, stories. I didn't hear his presence until he knocked on my door. whatever. I couldn't stop myself.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me.
Darling her. But it was now over 6 years that I had hidden it from her that I am gay. I mean bisexual. But to me it was the same. The unimaginable thrill of homosexuality could not be missed out. I have this one life and I must, must experience a juicy homosexual relationship before I die. It is simply too dear for me to miss out. She gifted me her bisexual boyfriend. We met alone once.
As good as they were, I didn't know how special this day would turn out to be. Just off the food court of the terminal was the Mens' Room, a rather large Mens Room. It had the noisy double doors, and the main restroom was subdivided by having the twelve urinals and matching washbasins in the front portion, and trough the archway to the rear was the four sit-down stalls.
I am gay, but keep my extra curricular activities with men a secret from most people I know. It's easy to explain why, at the age of 36, I am not married due to how busy I am with my military career. When I make business trips I try to arrange encounters with men to make the trips as entertaining as possible. Some encounters are well planned, but turn out to be a bust.
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