I dunno something... curiosity... the "why not" mode. I mean, that's not all... I have found myself grow decidedly more excited about see another guy's cock... and letting him see mine... I'm proud of mine... not saying HUGE, but... I guess sorta like the rest of me... nice. (and fun to be around.) ;)
Perhaps, it's not different then the innocent curiosity of pre-pubescent exploration of the human form. Not, sure why guilt it soooo strongly connected to sexuality. Especially when it comes to crossing the "casual encounter" stage. I mean to go out and have nights without boundaries is soooo liberating. I need to work out a bit to get back to what I usually look like, but I still recall how exciting it was when I first discovered another man looking at me naked.
It wasn't until after I had lassix surgery that gave me the improved vision which caused me to discover that my gym was really... a bath house! Allow me to "expand" that thought. You see my gym (Bally's -- West LA), have open showers stalls which are cluster in closely aligned rows... meaning you are about 3 feet from the showers across from u you, while the adjoining stalls are separated by semi-see-through plastic separators which create a detailed silhouetted appearance. If a guy presses against it, say with his ass as happens often (mostly on purpose) you um... have a pretty clear view!
About Me: During this period of time I was in very good shape, for me, as I went to the gym 3 times a week, etc. I have short brown hair average build & height with grey-green eyes. I'm pretty much your typical cute boy next door type (parents always love me) with not much body hair and a 7-inch THICK Penis. I'm a writer and well, I like to get high and fantasize/write and of course have sex... with women! Not to brag, but I've worked my buzzed-influenced "charm" to get more then my share of erotic experience. When stoned, everything is intensified...music food, movies... SEX.
By going to the gym so often I think I had gotten comfortable both with my body, and with the nakedness of the shower/sauna area. For the most part it seemed benign, with a few "weirdo' exceptions. You know the "flashers". So I get lassix,,, and I can see... the jerkers... like every time I shower or so it seemed at least one shower had a guy with a erection which was getting "WASHED" lol. It was startling at first, especially trying to act like I didn't notice some very obvious "shows" which went on for my benefit. In some cases I got the feeling that I was their... Inspiration. Talk about a mind-fuck... getting looks was sorta flattering but as I had no intention of acting on the opportunities, I just tried to ignore it...least I become a prick-tease lol. After a while I grew to enjoyed the attention more and more, taking longer more lingering showers for the audience. I knew I was in trouble when I found myself sometime going to the gym ONLY to shower! Well some steam room too, but it was moving to an uncharted territory.
I had zero emotional feelings, and never a thought of being a Homosexual, but the sight of a hard cock got to be a major turn-on. This lead to me surfing gay porn a couple times and allowing others to see me fully-erect while "washing." One day my passive role as a sex object (or whatever) changed forever when I notice this guy with a HUGE cock stroking as he admired me naked... and he wasn't even fully hard... yet. He was making no pretence over the fact that he was showing and watching me. I got hard, like iron hard and in a leap of lust, presented it for him to view. He watched and vulgarly stroked this monster cock... then I started stroking myself. I still can't believe I did it, but I sure did. It was then I saw...
Another dude with an oddly large dolphin tattoo on his shoulder also stroking his decent-sized cock as he too was looking at me. Monster dong could not see flipper-boy, but I could see both and both were watching me. This was really getting scary! But also sooooooo hot! I mean it was a public shower room, with the risk of getting caught!
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.
Having turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I met one of my favorite Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans. The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter.
On my way home I would pass a K-Mart that almost always had some kind of action going. I'd been having sex with guys for a couple of years already, and at the time of this incident, I was a sophomore in college. I had an average build, standing at 5'7", a little afro, yea, I'm black, a cute face and "bed-room" eyes as they say.
I had been chatting with this hot horny Latino stud. We organized to meet. I'm a mid 40's guy, good looking with buzz cut hair and a perpetual 3 day growth. 5" 10" about 156lbs good body smooth chest and a thick 8" cut cock. I am top and the city is packed with eager bottoms. He was even hotter in real life.
m. He was with his friend Manuel who was also 19 years old but was from El Salvador. They wanted to watch some porno movies but the catch was that Manuel was straight and only wanted to see the "girlie" movies. He told his friend what I had and they agreed to come down and watch the film with me.
I was really bored. The house was in a secluded area in Indiana. I was born and raised in the City of Chicago, so life was quite boring in Indiana. We bought a nice house though. It was huge with a in-ground pool, shower house, and a lot of land. The only other house within the next ten miles was only about fifty feet away and the new neighbors just moved in after us.
One day at training a gym day was made compulsory for our 2 month training schedule before we went to south africa on an athletics tour in the summer of 99. A few of us had stayed extra hours (most of the other guys had left around 9pm). Watching Peter pump iron was so sexy, turning me on incredibly.
True story from my experiences in a gay sauna. After undressing and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went downstairs for some hardcore cruising. This late 20s well-built black guy catches my eye. I want him, lets see if I can get him to fuck me.
I was young, strong, and cock-sure as all hell, but I didn't have a damn idea what I wanted to do with my life. My pops wasn't too hip on the idea of paying my way and furnishing a house, meals, and a car for the rest of my life, so he talked to a friend of his in the construction business and got me a job. Now if you've ever been to the southwest, you know how hot it can get in the summer.
I was having the worst day of my life. You see I was out and about minding my own business when someone kicked me. That's right kicked me. Square in the balls. I howled with pain and no one did anything to help. I tried to turn and grab the little bastard who kicked me and just got his clothes. The boy freaked and started to cry. That is when it all started. That is where I met him.
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
First I was introduced to my cellmate Pete and once we felt comfortable, he began to tell me how things work in the joint. I remember going to the shower room for the first time. There was this one wall with about thirty shower heads. It was steamy but as I got closer I could see what was going on.
Big Dong, had a cock rings and was very gay in an aggressive prison-shower-rape sort of way. I decided to cum and run... and I did for both they and one other just watchers (50s heaviest Latino) pleasure.
I came and then... BAMN!
"what the fuck did I just do?" hit me like a rock... not a cock I said a rock.
My hands were shaking so bad I could barely unlock my locker, dress and then get the fuck out of there. Not that I was thinking Bobby McGee... not going to kill myself... this emotion of exultation combined with shame was not too dissimilar to the feelings after an especially slumming-chosen sex partner. You know... the ugly fat girl in the bar alone, or the A-student trying to prove a point... perhaps, more like the times you've left without fulfilling the partner... not that I have ever...
This ended, or at least tempered by gym shows for a while, but is started the curiosity to explore beyond my traditional sexual boundaries. It wasn't too long after this that I made the jump from fantasy to reality. This happened in a very obvious place for sordidness... Sin City!
Las Vegas 2002
Staying in my own room at the Hard Cock... so how witty I am... not. For the reason of chatting on AOL and hooking up with easy sexy I smoked up the first morning... at like 8:00 am... by 9:30... naked, hard as a rock... and stoned out of my mind! The agent of boredom had no defense to the slightest possibility of... reality. Hell, I may have even taken a Viagra! The headaches are worth it!
He said he was close, and would drive to my room... I was giggling at the likelihood... until he called.
Um... hello... "Neil" (fake name)... is that you? beat (who's neil)
Yeah... like I was on helium.
"I'm on my way..."
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
Sooooo scared.... so unable to dress with all the shaking.
RNNNNGGGGG
RNNNNNGGGG
"I'm in the lobby... what's the room number?"
He was a non-threatening dorky and a slightly older gay man. He moved with caution as he sensed my fear. I was wearing a tee shirt and a clingy pair of navy-blue terry-cloth shorts w/o underwear. He undressed... down to his underwear in nothing flat. Freckly, white with a huge bulge... he suddenly seemed much taller... and this felt dangerous.
He had me sit on the edge of the bed and stood in font of me. His package was just below eye-level GULP... he placed my hands on his hard-on and I played with it through his shorts. I made the first move... out of fear for my life.... okay, that's my story and I'm sticking with it!"
Out pops this huge 10ish and thick rubbery cock. It felt like I was masturbating a dolphin. So, I quickly put it my mouth. I tried lord knows I tried, but I could only take... a lot :)
Suddenly, I was in control... weird.
He moved to pleasure me, and yes getting your ass licked rules... just didn't strike me as orgasmic. He ended up standing over me stroking felt good to be cummed on... every time. The kissing I could do with out... and although it hurt and I freaked out like a lil girl... the attempt at anal was intriguing.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about an all male movie theater, although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. Here I was jerking off to whatever straight porn I could find that had guys in it, and there were fucking movies that had nothing but men fucking! The first time I ever went, I remember cutting school and going to the first one I could find, which has since gone to fuck-flick heaven.
I had known some of the players as I played with them before hanging my skates up for good, so I ended up going and watching them play from time to time. After the games, I would sometimes head out to the bar to hang out with them as the either celebrated their win or drowned their sorrows after a loss. Anyways, before I start my story any further let me tell you a bit about me.
I was really bored. The house was in a secluded area in Indiana. I was born and raised in the City of Chicago, so life was quite boring in Indiana. We bought a nice house though. It was huge with a in-ground pool, shower house, and a lot of land. The only other house within the next ten miles was only about fifty feet away and the new neighbors just moved in after us.
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.
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.
Monday through Friday, week after week, month after month it was the same routine. All work and no play was truly turning me into a very dull boy! Between work during the week and chores I had to do on the weekend I was left with little to no time for myself.
True story from my experiences in a gay sauna. After undressing and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went downstairs for some hardcore cruising. This late 20s well-built black guy catches my eye. I want him, lets see if I can get him to fuck me.
Here, the famed evangelist Graham Atwood made his home. Atwood was a magnificent-looking man in his early 50s, well over six foot, a solid, broad-shouldered torso, a handsome, square-jawed face, and thick wavy black hair flecked with silver.
About sex craving convicts waiting on that fresh piece of meat. I mean who believes that stuff, I never did until I actually went to prison. My first week went pretty smoothly for being in prison that is. I woke up early every morning, ate a terrible breakfast, took a shower, and then it was off to work for the rest of the day. One morning i woke up and did the usual.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
One of these, for me, was being sent to prison. The reason is unimportant and I'm not going to discuss the penal system yet. I had spent the previous 90 days in the county jail waiting for sentencing and had adapted to the people and the place as best I could. His name was Billy. We talked.
A few cars are parked in a narrow lot opposite a wide expanse of lawn that needs water badly--the drought is felt here because of neglect. Beyond the dying grass, the hills of the great park rise abruptly into the blue blue of the Southern California sky. A lone figure is standing at the head of a well trod trail smoking and watching.
I'm in hotel management and one weekend every other month, it's my turn to be the weekend duty manager. The thought of giving up my much-appreciated weekends to sit around on the off chance that something may happen requiring a manager's input, just isn't very appealing. On this occasion, however, I was glad to get out of my sweltering apartment.
I like to drive down the highway with my pants down around my ankles stroking my meat. I pass truckers very slowly hoping that they catch a glimpse and want more. I have done this many times. Sometimes I get a positive response and the trucker will pull up beside me and watch for a good long while. This turns me on all the more and I usually end up squirting a load all over the steering wheel.
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