Late last Saturday night, I was on my way home from a gay bar. It was about 2 in the morning, and I hadn't had any luck with the schmoes at the bar, so I decided to see if there was any cruising action going on at a local park. As I headed towards my car in the lot, I caught a glimpse of a white Mercedes sedan pulling in. Inside was the hottest black guy I'd ever laid eyes on. He apparently noticed me also, but I had already decided that I was done for the night there. If I turned around now and went back in, it would be too obvious it was for him.
Besides, there was some old geezer who'd been after me all night and I didn't want to run back into him. He kept saying I was the hottest guy in the place, and he just wanted to take me home and I could do "whatever I wanted" with him. Only thing was, I didn't want to do anything with him, but I am too nice a guy to kick his ego in the ass like that. After all, he did buy me several drinks, and he was a nice guy, just not my type. So I didn't want to be rude, and I also didn't want to take him up on his offer, so I did the cowardly thing and snuck out when he was in the john.
So here I was in the lot on my way out when the guy I'd been waiting for all night shows up an hour before they close! Talk about bad luck. So I just gave him a long look and turned back to my car to leave. I didn't know if he would follow, but I had made up my mind now to go. I headed out and about 10 minutes later was at the park. There weren't too many cars there by that time, mostly just the out-of-luck guys who couldn't score except to have anonymous sex. I'm not bashing it, I'm just saying that there are a lot of guys who have such atrocious personalities, pure ugliness, or incredible dullness of wit that they can't pick up guys any other way. But who was I to judge, because wasn't I here looking for much the same thing as them?
I waited for about 1/2 hour, turning down the other cruisers who weren't doing it for me. Not their fault, just that after you've seen the best, it's hard to settle for the rest. I was again frustrated and ready to leave when a white Mercedes pulled into the park's dimly lit parking lot. My heart skipped a beat, but I was disappointed when I saw it was a white guy. I was only disappointed for a minute, though, because this guy was pretty close to perfect, too. He looked right at me and pulled his car up next to mine, parking backwards as I had done. When he was parked, he looked over to me and gave me a loaded glance. I knew I had to give this stud a shot, because black man or no black man, he was too hot to pass up.
I didn't get his name, as is the case all too often in these situations. He was about 6'1", close-cropped dark hair, stylish eyeglasses, I'd guess about 35 years old, and built like a college linebacker! I wasn't disappointed when, without a word, he pulled out a nice long cock, close to 9", with a beautiful cut head and perfect curve to it. No words were exchanged or needed as I leaned over and gobbled it up into my hot mouth. Glorious! It tasted as good as it looked, and it filled my mouth so full I thought I would gag! But I relaxed and measured my breathing, taking him slowly but surely all the way down to his nicely trimmed pubic hairs. Dark and curly, and smelling like a rich, sultry musk, his pubes were as intoxicating as his fabulous dick. I sucked it all in with fervor, and proceeded to slowly go up and down this incredible piece of meat. He began to moan loudly and talk dirty to me, saying things like "suck that monster, cock-sucker", "that's it, take it all", "you like that dick, don't you baby?", and my favorite thing to hear always "damn, you suck good!". Sounds demeaning, sort of, but it's the thought that counts. I had him really worked up, and my cock was rock hard by now, too. I pulled it out of my jeans and began to stroke it while sucking this massive cock in and out of my slobbering hole.
We'd been going for a while, and my mouth was getting sore. I hated to admit it, but I kind of hoped he's shoot his load soon. I just wasn't used to a cock this large, yet. I just about dropped a load when I heard him say "Wait" at the same time that I heard a knock on the window! Busted for sure! I was really surprised when I turned around to my window and saw a vision greet me. It was none other than the great looking black guy I'd seen at the bar. He must have pulled in while I was down on the other guy and was probably checking us out for a while. It looked like he was wanting to join in on the action, so I looked over to the guy I was with questioningly, and he gave a small nod. What the Hell! So I opened up my door to this ebony hunk and he went down on my cock, which amazingly had not deflated after that scare. I went back to work on the white guy, and before long we all had a steady rythm going. The white guy pulled me off after a while and told us both that he was enjoying this, but it was just too public for him to get off. He suggested we go back to his place, which was only a short drive away. I've never been one to turn down two cocks in one night, and the black man assented as well. So we all piled in and took off.
It only took a few minutes, and once inside the white guy was out of his clothes in a flash and into the bedroom beckoning for us to follow. We followed suit, and before long we had resumed our previous positions: me sucking the white guy, and the black guy sucking me. Just so you have a good mental picture of this, I'll describe all of us. The white guy, who I later learned was named David, was a perfect match of the statue of the same name. Dark hair, handsome face, not too thin but not too big, either. Just right physically, in all aspects. He had a hairy chest and a line of hair leading down his flat belly to his glorious 9 incher. His ass was firm, too, and perfectly rounded. All in all, I'd have to say he was about as perfect as you could get.
I was going to school at a state university. It was about 55 miles away from my house so I usually stayed at my best friend's apartment 2 or 3 times a week. It was my first semester even though I was 23. I had just gotten out of the military the summer before and finally got around to getting myself together. Being best friends we didn't see much of each other while I was away for 4 years.
"And besides, politicians are all crooks," he said to nobody in particular, as he recited a litany of complaints to the bartender, a litany I tended to mostly agree with. Until he turned my way suddenly and blurted out, "and now with AIDS my generation can't even have fun with sex anymore" I raised an eyebrow.
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.
Today is different. I want to take all three guys myself. I want to feel their hot meat slam inside me as sweat drips off their hairy bodies. We all meet for lunch in my office. I lock the door and smile at all three of them. I get on the floor on my knees and motion for Jon to come over to me. He puts his crotch in my face and smile and pull down his zipper. They stop and move closer to me.
They bought things on their trip and had them sent home and I received their almost daily deliveries from UPS. The UPS guy was about 23, dark skinned, wiry and dark haired. When the weather started getting warmer, he came to the door in his summer uniform, showing off his hairy arms and legs. He smiled and said the weather was getting warmer and it felt good to be wearing shorts.
In case there is anyone left on the planet who doesn't know what a glory hole is, it is a hole cut in the partition between toilet cubicles through which you can poke your cock for the man - usually a stranger - in the next cubicle to suck. Usefully, people had scrawled messages round the holes, like SUCK ME and I NEED COCK. And it tasted as good as it looked.
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 had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
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.
The exterminator came and tented my house and said I had to go somewhere for three days. He said I should go with just the clothes I was wearing, so I went to my neighbor and told him to keep his cat away because the gas would kill his cat. He asked where I was going to stay and I said I was going to a motel nearby. He suggested I stay with him. I thanked him but I didn't even really know him.
Many things went thru my mind, Bookstores,Parks, etc. Then I had it!! I was only a block away from the Worthington Hotel! Sure thats it! Traveling guys need sex too! I went inside the lobby and saw NO sign of a guy looking to have his cock sucked. And I really needed one in my Mouth! I walked thru the Lobby for an hour or so and NOTHING! Then It came to me.
The warm sun was out and shining through the new leaves on this spring day. Everyone should be out walking on a day like this. I was by myself and I was just doing what I normally do when I'm out in the woods by myself. This was one of the many beautiful parks in this area. The path, that I was on, just wines along a ridge and offers many areas where a person can be along to enjoy nature.
Every Saturday morning, coach would take one of us and give us special training. It was intensive and hard, just like coach. He was a six foot two muscled bear. Coach was hairy all over and, being very hairy myself, I always thought it was rather sexy. Our team wore bright red wrestling suits that were the low-cut style showing off our pecs and most of our abs.
The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
He had had a hard day and was now trying to drive the stress and tension out of his system, soaking in a tub full of warm, rose-scented water. Thank heaven for girls and all their luxury products! His ex-girlfriend had not yet shifted her stuff out of his apartment and therefore, at present his senses were wrapped in a cocoon of exotic roses. Oh yes! Aromatherapy does work.
During college I never had the courage to act upon my desire for you. Blond, 6'2", with 210 pounds of farm-raised muscle, you seemed so far out of my league that being good friends was good enough. You let me have a glimpse at the world of the football team with your great bodies and stories of your sexual experiments with one another.
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.
The black man was dark-skinned and smooth all over. He reminded me of Michael Jordan a little, with his shaved head and tall frame. He probably could have been a basketball player, or was for all I knew. He introduced himself as Mark, but we'll leave his last name out in case anyone he might know is reading this. He stood at least 6'7", and was all lean muscle, hard abs, lanky legs and arms, and the best part between his legs. I just about dropped my jaw to the floor when I saw his monster! It had to be a good 11" long, and the girth of it was as big as my wrist at least! I knew I'd have to get fucked by that monster, even if it meant more pain than I could imagine!
Last, but certainly not least, is me. I stand 5'11", lean and hard muscle weighing in at 180 lbs. I have short blonde hair, square jaw, deep green eyes, powerful hands, hairy chest, massive thighs, and an 8" cock. All in all, not too hard on the eyes.
We all were turned on incredibly, and as soon as we hit the bedroom we were all over eachother. As I said, we assumed our previous positions, but that didn't last long. I got sight of Mark's cock, and I just had to suck that whopper! I turned around while still holding onto David's dick with my left hand and took Mark's into my mouth while he was still sucking mine. Mark and I were in a 69 while David was behind me with my hand stroking his cock. David soon got the notion to explore my ass crack, so he flipped where his face was in my ass and he began to ream my hole out with his hot tongue. I was in heaven! One hot guy licking my ass in what I hoped would be a prelude to a good ass-fucking, and the biggest cock ever in my mouth! Too much! I was soon proved right about David, as he reached over to his nightstand to grab a tube of lubricant. He rubbed some on my ass first, then some on his rigid cock. We all shifted around to let him get a better aim at my hole, this time with me on my hands and knees with Mark below me still slobbering on my cock and David behind me on his knees positioning his dick for the entry into my hot and waiting ass.
He shoved it in slowly but forcefully, and I relaxed enough to let him all the way in. He soon began a slow rythmic pace, matched perfectly to the pace Mark was sucking on my dick. I knew I had to make this last, so I told Mark to hold off on me and let me really go to work on him. He slid out from under me and stood at the end of the bed with his cock straight out in front of me. I lunged forward and impaled my mouth on it, then lunged back to meet David's strong thrusts. Back and forth we went for well over an hour like that, and then David began to buck wildly and yelled like a madman the he was going to cum in my ass. I shoved back even harder while tightening my ass muscles to milk his cock for all it had.
That sent him over the edge and he shot loads of hot sperm up my abused hole. But the fun wasn't over, yet. Mark thanked David for "loosening his hot ass up for me", and then he swung around onto the bed and, with just one forceful shove, impaled me on his massive cock. I thought I would split in half from the size of it, and then it seemed to grow inside of me, getting even fatter! He pushed in as far as his pubes, and then pulled back out again until only his head was in. He proceeded to fuck me like that for about 10 minutes. David had gone off to the bathroom to shower quickly, and after 10 minutes of so he came back in with a freshly washed and already hard again cock. I sucked him into my mouth while that monster cock ravaged my sore ass again and again.
Just as I thought I would pass out from the waves of pleasure and heat in my body, Mark let out a yell of "Fuck yeah, boy! Take that big black cock! I'm gonna fill your white ass with cum, baby! Here it comes! Are you ready? Take it, man! Take my hot cum!" And he proceeded to fill me with what seemed like gallons of sperm, pumping over and over again into my bowels. That must have done it for David, too, because he grabbed me by the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat for the last few strokes before he shot off again, this time into my throat, with wave after wave of sperm leaking out of the sides of my full mouth. Both men shooting into me at the same time, and one final thrust from Mark hitting my prostate shot me off over the edge big time. I moaned loudly and my balls pulled up as I shot off all over the sheets of David's bed.
God, it was glorious! The absolute best time I'd ever had, and it almost hadn't happened. I'm sure glad I decided to "settle" for David rather than go home and wank over my dream of a mysterious black man. Unfortunately, I've never had the pleasure of meeting those two again. Turned out they were both from out of town, living in the same city but never knowing eachother. I bet they got to know one another real well after that night. I was jealous at that thought, but then they did promise to look me up when they ever came back.
I was bored and since my boyfriend had broken up with me a couple of months ago I decided to go to go to the local adult book store to see if I could find any action. I walked around for a while in the video booth room and there was only a couple of guys there looking for the same thing I was, to service some horny guy.
Got the nerve to call an escort service, and ask for a Male escort. Now I waited here in my cheap off-the-strip motel; waited for "Jerry" to arrive. The lady on the end of the line had been nice, and to my relief, non-judgmental and didn't ask my name, to which I would have lied anyway. As I had on the form in the motel office. She had answered my questions; yes, we have male escorts.
Ed trained me my first few nights, showing me the basic ins-and-outs of running the gas station. He was taller than I, around 5' 10", 175 pounds, with a tight, wrestler's build. He had brown-black hair that he kept shaved around the sides and tied back in the center. His eyes were blue-green, moving towards either color depending on the lighting.
"Good morning Matt," Andre said. Matt's knees buckled hearing the doctor's deep Russian accent. "Are you okay Matt?" I told him that I was, annoyed that he would always turn me into a nervous teenager. Matt reached down and adjusted his hardened cock so it wasn't too obvious.
I like to carry on like I'm real naughty and slutty sometimes online, and I can be too, but really most of the time I'm this quiet, shy librarian. This night though the naughty slutty side was out in full force, and I said I'd love it. Both these guys are a little older than me, Anon is mid 50's, short, average build, and Pizza3 is late 40s, tall, more muscular. Pizza3 was late 40s, tall and more muscular.
His body is sunken in the large king size mattress and covered in the dark blue satin sheets. His head rests on two extra large down pillows with pillow cases that match the sheets. It is still an usual feeling for Joey Walker to wake up in a bed, let alone a bed with satin sheets.
The students and faculty are gone for vacation and only half of the staff works during the summer. The college dorms are used for visiting groups and high-school camps of various kinds. I went to the library basement rest room to take a piss, not expecting to see anyone there. I'd love to suck on it.
This is a true story. This story might develop slow because I feel that the whole chase is as exciting as the sex can be. So, if you want some quick jerk off material, you might want to choose another story. Those wanting something more. read on. A little background: I live in a BIG Midwestern city. I'm a very friendly guy and will talk to just about anyone. There was a lunar eclipse going on.
I was running in The Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternoon. By the time that we got on the track most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad. I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my team mate to pass me the baton. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face making it difficult to see.
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.
" How consummate, how polished, the remembrance brought back the words of the poet as well as other days in June. Those were when the weather suggested that I spend the day in search of beautiful natural scenes to photograph, to capture in pictures that would come close to matching the captivating words of John Keats. "And do pardon my nakedness," he added.
The brunette in the passenger seat unbuckled his seat-belt as the car came to a stop, and turned to the driver. With his hand placed lightly on the blonde's upper thigh, he whispered, "You're not going to just drop me off and run. Are you?" and winked. The driver smiled, and placed the car into park and removed the keys. "Come over here baby. The blond walked over to the brunette.
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....
The fellow mentioned is George Jones (honest , but not The George Jones. George was my introduction to sexual bliss while I was in that area, a sort of " country rake " known by one & all if you needed to get a blow job from 'heaven'. that was Georges' specialty, and he was known far & wide there abouts. I didn't know it then, but this was one of Georges' favorite 'pick-up' places.
It was a humid day, not uncomfortable but warm enough for me to be wearing just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans cut off at the knees. When the doorbell rang I'd just finished getting something to eat and I was standing in the toilet taking a piss. I yelled to give me a sec in the direction of the door, leaning back slightly so I could see around the staircase and work out who it was.
Once I finally arrive at the front door, the wife and kids take my time until I finally crash at the end of the day in a big bed by myself. The wife may keep me busy, but she does nothing to keep me happy, and we haven't slept together in years. Hell, that's why I started looking at men in the first place
I was goalie and well lets say most hockey players are sexy. Like always some of us shower after games and practices. "By the way im Mark 18 years old and im one of them punk kids you stay away from in school. SO as you can imagine im not loved by all. But i am cute. Standing five foot nine and two hundred ten pounds of goalie muscle. The rest is for you to imagine. (or so i thought).
Usually there's a guy in each car, usually older, usually drinking and scoping out the trickle of truckers in and out. But tonight, all but one car was empty and since it was a chilly night, there was only one place they could all be. I parked, got out, walked in. None of the above.
Both of the chairs were taken so the only place to sit was next to an average looking guy, somewhere between 35 & 45. In the looks department, I'd have to say he was slightly above average because he had that look that made you think he must've been pretty hot looking during his prime.
Temporary duty was always good to have. Having been in the army for a couple of years and being an N C O, I enjoyed those occasional opportunities that came along to go places away from my home fort. This one was going to be more of an adventure than I had thought.
Home from University, Mike has an after hours appointment with the handsome family doctor who he has had a crush on since he was a boy. Asking the doc's advice about a delicate problem leads to revealing something about Dr Miller and the most enjoyable experience of Mike's life.
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