I love my boyfriend, but he travels a lot, constantly almost. And I decided I needed sex more often, so I decided to find someone I could trust and pay for it. Sex is sex, love is love. I decided a few years ago to go for it and get as much sex, as safely as possible, as I could. And I'd pay for it because I was tired of the bathhouse and bar pick-up scene.
Jim had the best ass in three states (as the line went in American Beauty) and I'd been enjoying sucking and fucking him off and on for a couple of years...and I was glad to pay him $150 each time. Paying for sex seems odd to many, especially for someone with decent looks who could get it for free. But paying seemed to make it more exciting. Jim was an escort of the highest quality. I'd found him on the sex line with that delicious, sexy voice. He is drop dead gorgeous with good Midwestern looks and my first visit with him told me that here was a guy who like sex, had few hangups, and knew he had a great body, an amazing long cock, a tight butt, and a hungry mouth. Plus he was 15 years younger than I was and I enjoyed the feeling of young meat
But after a few years, I wanted more. Yeah, it was good to get together a few times a month, but I was getting more adventurous and I decided to see if Jim would fulfill my fantasies. He did.
I'd always dreamed about guys in speedos, preferably wet speedos, ever since I was a kid, it seemed. In gyms and though my growing interest in S&M magazines, I also had some experience in body shaving and the sensuous feeling of having my otherwise furry chest buzzed clean and my pubes shorn to almost nothing or nothing at all. I'd also been introduced to the sensation of poppers. I was cooking up a scene that would bring all my new and old interests together...and I called my cool sexy dude to get his ok.
Jim was a good sport. "I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it."
So I set it up for Jim to come to my place. Preparations for me: buy a buzz razor, like the one used on me once, so I could shave my chest and pubes. Then to the Speedo store to by a tight white bikini for Jim, sized 34 should be right.
Jim was on his way over and I had some last details. Cut the lining from the speedos, front and back, so that Jim's 9 inch cock and tight ass would show through. Get the speedo wet (warm water) in the sink. Finish shaving my balls with a disposable razor. Put on some buzz music.
I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful dream. In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack and watch TV.
I have always had feelings that I was bi-sexual and have often fantasized about sex with other men but have never touched or been touched by a man. Well, fantasy met reality in a very strange way yesterday. On arriving home from work I noticed the door on the boat was unlocked. Since I often leave the door open this was not a big concern.
A friend of mine owns a furniture making business and he's been trying to convince me to work for him for years. He gave me a key to the building, inviting me to make a visit anytime in order to look the place over and tell him what I think. For the past thirty-some years I've been getting up so early, even the roosters are still snoring.
I was getting ready to jump into the shower as I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. My body is in really great shape, I try to workout whenever I can and I have great pecs, and fine tight round ass and a good sized cock. But the hair, I had to do something about the hair.
He was a cross dresser and I wanted to see what it was like to be with a man who dressed like a woman. His pics were of shaved legs and feet in black stiletto heels. I am always willing to try anything once and so I set a date. On Wednesday I checked my Yahoo Messenger and there was a message from him. He wanted me to call.
I also never realised they also happen in UK universities. But now I have my own story to tell and although it isn't as worse as some I have read I think you may enjoy it, surprisingly I did, and still am enjoying it. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I launch into the story. My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and I have just started on a Computing Degree.
Within minutes, I had Jim in my arms and was giving him my plans. Off with his clothes in the bathroom. Put on the speedos.
While he was there, my anticipation grew. I stripped to my gym shorts to see the delight of my life. Jim was stunning in his hot, racy speedos and I was soon licking him all over, heading straight for his cock outlined in spandex and then his ample tight asscheeks.
Before long I was naked and feeling the glory of my freshly shaven body, most especially my cock. Getting sucked by Jim, with my head in the clouds by excitement.
While Jim expertly massaged my cock with his mouth, I moaned loudly. And then I unleashed my last request, to eat out Jim's beautiful ass. Down came his speedos and in went my tongue. Once we had made it to the bed, I could not stay away. In went my tongue, deeper. And Jim's groans of pleasure gave me the encouragement to go for more. Soon he was sitting on my face, his musky scent sending me even higher.
I never knew tongue fucking could be so delicious. Soon another hit of poppers, and one for Jim, and we both exploded with orgasms.
It was a great way to spice up a sex treat...and that my good buddy was enjoying it made it all the more pleasurable. Jim and I have reenacted this hot scene time and again. I spiced it up once with a hot shower scene, delicately pulling off Jim's speedos under the rushing water as I placed my face between his cheeks and ate away.
We had just graduated from high school, and we wanted to spend the summer at a cabin in the mountains. George's parents had an old cabin and we decided to ask them if we could use it for a while. This would be our chance to be real "men".
"Live and let live" was definitely the motto in the formerly elegant, now run-down neighborhood. He planned on enjoying the few weeks before his job began at the aircraft plant. He looked forward, too, to working alongside all those men. Jerry met Casey late one might when he was moving in. I'm moving in.
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.
It is a story containing discipline and sex between consulting adults. Both participants are men. If stories like this offend you, please read no further. If you are under age you do not belong in this newsgroup. The advertisement in the *net* personals caused me to become aroused instantly. I responded the ad, and began a dialogue with Paul that lasted several days. We similar fantasies and desires to explore those fantasies.
It was a dark, moonless, hot and humid night. The sweat was pouring down my body from the heat. I was wearing just a pair of cutoffs. Off at a distance I could see a car approachin, it slowed down and stopped to pick me up. I opened the door but no lights came on, so I couldn't see the driver. He asked where I was going. When I replied he said to jump in. What he looked like, his age, etc.
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.
Dan is on holiday on the Spanish Costa, when a guy in a bar tells him about Los Gatos, a late night gay sex club, where anything goes. Up for a new experience, Dan visits one Friday night to find out what lies behind the innocent looking wooden door.
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.
We crammed ourselves into a cubicle and did what horny men do best. I was in the middle of the meat sandwich, I was the meat, and the two guys were the buns. The one behind me was pushed up hard against my back and I could feel him dry humping my crack with his stiff dick through our pants. His hands were around my waist and fidgeting with my jeans, trying to undo them.
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