I am a 38 year old bisexual European living in Hong Kong. I try to keep fit and think I look younger than my 38 years - though I don't think it would matter too much if I didn't. Young chinese gays are only too willing to have sex with "gweilos" the local term for Europeans - the word means "foreign devils" but no-one takes offence at it.
I live with my girlfriend - she doesn't know I am bisexual, but as I am very discreet and only practise safe sex with men, I don't think it would be wise to come out and tell her of my other side. Many straight men here who travel in Asia on business have sex with prostitutes and may take more risks than I do.
I belong to a local gym - I won't tell you the name - I don't think it would be appreciated. If you live in Hong Kong you will probably know which one I'm talking about - as there is a pretty active gay scene down there.
I had been out shopping today and decided to stop and have a sauna and massage at one of the many (straight) establishments here. It's a beautifully relaxing way to spend a couple of hours - the girl who did the massage today made me smile when she asked:
Well she did step on my back (and backside as it happens) and although there was nothing untoward about the massage she did get pretty close to the bone when she massaged up the inside of my thigh - which gave me a pretty quick hard on.
I was pretty horny when I left the sauna and decided to cruise one of the more notorious public toilets - but being Saturday afternoon, it was pretty busy and none too safe, so I decided to go to the gym and spend an hour there in the showers to see if anything was doing.
He had caught my interest with his picture but there was also something else I could not quite figure out. Anyway we sent e-mails to each other and as luck would have it I was going to be working down near where he lives. We made an arrangement that he would SMS me on the Monday to make arrangements to meet. By 9pm I had given up on Matt ringing me and was feeling horny but down in the dumps.
It had been snowing since the morning and by the time John had got home from work, at least a foot of the white stuff had fallen on the city. The winds had built up since late afternoon and were now driving the snow into large drifts. Few people were venturing outdoors but John was restless (and horny) and just had to get out.
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
00, very hot, humid day, sudden very heavy downpour, me, in my van, driving along a suburban road. It had just started to rain, it was one of those sudden heavy showers, then I saw him, a young lad walking along my side of the road trying to be brave and not seek shelter. I pulled into the curb and stopped just ahead of him. Hop in, Ill drop you off, save you getting any wetter.
So I packed my stuff up and left for my uncles house. I was walking about an hour and a half making great time when a trucker pulled ahead of me and asked me if I wanted a lift. So I asked him where he was going and his answer was close to my uncles house only about a mile away. So I accepted his offer and hope in. We made small talk for the first couple of miles.
But on the inside he knew he was not true to himself, since school and even now he was always felt different. Although he had slept with countless women a fantasy had always been at the back of his mind that he was at odds with, he fantasised about sleeping with a man.
The one with the bright smile, the boyish face that was so sweet you (and most of the characters in Mr Body comics) wanted to kiss it. That cute smile and sweet face sprouted from a powerfully muscled neck that grew from amazingly huge shoulders with massive pecs, giant delts, incredibly muscled arms, part of the most beautifully developed torso ever penned.
Seems like I only slept one minute. I usually don't get up until about 4:50am. The office where I work is 30 minutes away and it usually takes me about 30 minutes to get ready. But I needed to stop by Kroger and get some cigarettes this morning, so I woke up early. As I was leaving the house, it was still dark outside. I saw this hunk of a guy walking down the road. I mean this was a hunk.
I knocked on the door. Two men answer the door with smiles on their faces. They look me down once and then invite me in. They tell me to make myself comfortable in the bedroom. I proceed to lay sideways on the bed. One of them lays down in front of me and the other one lays down in back of me. Bobby is the one in front of me and the other one's name is Dan. It's sooo hard. It felt soooo good.
Well, I should say FORTUNATELY instead, but now that Richie creamed my ass with his man juice, things have been weird between us. I was a city boy, always have been, and never changed. I would go up to my Aunt Hilda's for a week every summer to spend some time with my cousin Richie, since he was an only child, and his father walked out on them when he was two.
There were all these sexy young girls there, each of whom I wanted to fuck for hours. I hit on a few of them, and got every one of their numbers. I was used to this, being the sexy jock that I am. I was completely trashed by the end of the night, so my roommate, Brad, and me called a taxi to take us home. It was a miracle we made it up all three floors to our dorm room.
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!
For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
"Get up. It's your shift. " "Alright," I said, moaning. Waking up at Zero Dark Stupid for radio watch was not much fun. Of course, listening to the teaming rain outside, sentry duty would be worse. I sat up, but still encased in my mummy sleeping bag. The worst part would be getting dressed. I held my breath and waited for the shock of the cold April air to hit my chest.
It was hot, humid and sticky, and all I wanted to do was stay home in the air conditioning. . . so naturally, a friends have to invite me over for a party. I tried to get out of it, but it didn't work, and by mid-afternoon, I was wandering around Jim and Helen's "estate" out on the Island. Jim was a friend of mine from school who "made it big.
That was fairly busy too - I went to the steam room which is where most of the action - if there is any - takes place. Quite a few cute guys were there, but it was a lot of looking but no touching. I had nearly decided to call it a day and go home, when a young Chines
He sat opposite me, and the towel he was wearing didn't conceal very much. I had a good view of his cock and balls dangling between his legs and I could see from his looks that he was interested in me too. However it was too busy in the steam room and I decided to go outside where there is a chair to relax in next to the water fountain.
After a couple of minutes this guy came out and took a drink at the fountain just next to me, and it was obvious that under his skimpy towel he had a big hard on - I could see the outline of his cock quite clearly.
He gave me a look and then headed towards the second section of showers. I waited a moment and then followed positioning myself in a booth opposite him and leaving a gap in the shower curtain so I could see across. He had done the same and I was quickly rewarded with the sight of his cock with a massive hard on - it was a punchy number, thick, and although not amazingly long, in proportion to his small but muscular frame it was big and swelled out to a large knob end. He glanced across and then motioned towards the end shower in the corner - which is a large booth with a partition behind which you cannot be seen if you make sure the shower curtain is full across. He went in, and, after making sure the coast was clear I followed.
He fixed the curtains so no-one could see, and then took me in a hard embrace, kissing my nipples (the chinese are crazy about nipples) and caressing my buttocks, probing his finger into my arsehole - my biggest turn on. I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth sucking on the big bell end and then working down to his tight hard balls. I turned him round and spread his legs and got down to tongue and lick his arse which really drove him wild. I put my hand between his legs to get a grip of his shaft and began to wank him.
Then he got behind me and put his soapy prick up between my legs, grasping hard on my chest and making fucking movements. It was just too much for me and in the same booth and left quickly before he had time to come. . . rather selfish of me I'm afraid. . .
I mean it was in the bottom of the 9th inning and the girl next to me was standing and cheering and her breasts were swinging like crazy. She turned and hugged me as the game winning ball sailed over the fence and she giggled and squealed as she rubbed those tits into my tee shirt. My cock was bulging in my shorts and she just laughed and gave it a good squeeze.
You pull me into a tight hug, holding me close. I feel the rest of the world slip away. I bury my face against your neck and breath in your scent. I feel your beard tickle the side of my face. The only sound is our breathing. Gently, you touch the side of my face. I look into your eyes. I see nothing but love. We move closer to each other a millimeter at a time. Our lips meet softly. I am home.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
The city lights twinkled in the distance, and as I looked out, I felt his strong body standing just behind me, desiring me, and I wanted to nestle myself into his embrace and feel him melt into me. The vibe radiating from his strong chest and loving precense was so strong I could feel it beaming against my back, my skin tingling with anticipation. But not yet, I was nervous. Mmmm. Yumm.
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.
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.
The cook peered out the window of the small diner toward the forlorn desert. There wasn't much to see, not only because of the rain, but the fact that the town was so small: the diner, the post office, and a few small houses. Tory was alone in the diner, his boss having taken the day to go into the city....
Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex. Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
I had been working out all year long and been taking a full school schedule. It was my first year of college and things had been going really well. I had decided to come back and stay with my parents for the summer to save on money. I noticed there was a new neighbor next door who must have moved in after I had graduated from high school. After a run we start talking and decide to work out together.
Despite the cool air that filtered in through the air conditioning vents, the sliver-bearded, dapper, 56-year old executive was sweating profusely. He was not alone in his luxurious, first-class compartment. On the floor on his back was the Senior train guard, 43-year old Nuru, his white uniform pants pulled off over his crisp white socks and white uniform shoes.
I've been in pursuit of such organs for years, and here is the story of my "first time" with a really big one, and still one of my best memories. I had the opportunity to write this down recently, and thought I'd post. I discovered then that I had a fetish for big cocks and loved everything about them.
We started chatting on-line because our IDs indicated we lived in the same area, and sure enough, he lived about two blocks from me. The conversation was relatively innocuous - the neighborhood, various BBS' and so on - until I made a "pronoun slip" and he picked up on the fact that I was into guys. I transmitted my description, which he said he liked, and he sent me his.
The owners are very cool about not harrassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each other's cock, etc. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not.
For the record, it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
It happened when I was around eighteen years old. I went to a distant town to attend a wedding. I reached the place very early in the morning. I had to take a room in a strange looking lodge in a busy street. I slept for a while, took a bath and had a cup of tea. I had around two hours to go for the wedding. So I sat on my bed, just wearing shorts and a towel around my waist.
He is not even a Russian. He is born and raised in the Caucasus area of southern Russia, but he came to Moscow as a very young man, in search of adventure and success. Photography is his passion and he is good at it too. I met him a couple years ago when I was living in Moscow.
The kid had his ASU baseball cap on backwards, with the bill pointing down from his very slightly freckled shoulders, along his bare back, to his remarkably trim waistline. From what I could tell, the lucky man getting serviced was good looking. The gloryhole wall concealed his body except from the sternum up. Blond Man smiled at the small crowd, glad to be the envy of the rest of us.
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