SAILOR E: They can sure wrap their lips around this stiff dick.
And then they all started pulling at themselves. They were looking at each other and stroking their erections. They were all 'straight' guys, but if this wasn't a homoerotic scene, I can't imagine what would be. I just kept soaping myself and watching out of the corner of my eye. I was not stroking. I was gay. I didn't dare.
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.
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.
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.
5 inch circumsized cock. After paying for my room I wound my way through the pitch black corridors, lit only by the luminous red glow of the EXIT signs and the spillover of light from the cubicles. They had open ceilings which allowed patrons to share the moans and gasps of neighbors indulging.
I considered myself popular and somewhat attractive. I was not at all athletic, but did play some intramurals. It was the third day of school, just fitting in, and finishing the summer stories. The football team was going to begin practice after school, inpreparation for the season. My best friend Steve, whom I had known since first grade, was very athletic and played for the team. come on.
It turned out that I was fitting doors with a guy named Tony, well at least I would be working inside, that fact and the sight that greeted me when I arrived on the third floor where I was to work really brightened my mood up.
High School. I loved the feel and taste of a hard cock in my mouth shooting a hot load of cum. I always had a way of letting guys know I wanted to suck them off, and they usually were only too happy to provide their cocks for me to suck. By the time I was in college, I had sucked off over 30 guys. Most of them never touched me, but they loved watching me suck them off.
They had, however made arrangements with the super to get me a key, so I was OK. The only problem was that my "guides" were gone, and I was left in an unfamiliar city alone. Pulling my handy gay guide out of a suitcase pocket, I set about locating myself, and something interesting to do that evening.
On my way I remembered that my old friend, Jim, might still live there, so I thought I'd see if I could find him while I was in town. Jim and I had been friends since we were both 13. We went to the same church; later on we went to the same high school and generally hung out together.
The elderly surgeon's voice seemed to echo from between the cheeks of my buttocks. I gulped as his finger forced open my sphincter and went where no man had been before. His Registrar was a hunky young guy named Osbourne. He gripped my shoulders and whispered reasuringly to me. "Won't take long". He was so close I could smell his aftershave.
I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
I had not been to the city for almost a month, so decided to see what I could find on Sat night. I am happy with a man's cock or ladies cunt being someone that is easy to please! I went to a adult theater that had several different screens in it.
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.
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. He stood quietly in the corner. He lay back and enjoyed it.
Something I just thought would never happen to me, and after 18 months, lo and behold, it happens. I was very fortunate after finishing at University and was able to walk straight into a job, while most of my friends were now bumming around and doing anything they could to keep going.
I shampooed my hair and stepped under a shower head, and my heart sank in sorrow as I watched all those many jets of cum shooting directionless around the room and falling onto the wet soapy tile floor, where it mixed with the swirling water and was lost forever swooshing down the drain. I could have helped those men. I was such a fucking coward. I hadn't had the nerve to offer. I was a spineless pussy.
I climbed into my bunk and was about to drift off to sleep when I heard Skip rise up from the bunk next to mine. He knelt next to my bunk and whispered in my ear. "The storeroom at 8 p.m. tomorrow. Okay?"
"Yes," I said. I immediately got a hard-on anticipating what might happen the next evening.
Aside from Skip, there were two handsome, muscular sailors waiting for me in the storeroom. I entered the storeroom. Skip motioned for me to lock the door, which I did. I knew both these guys and they were hot. One was Jack, who worked in the engine room, and one was Murphy who was in charge of the missiles. I could see his own missile outlined by the tightness of his bell-bottoms. It was gorgeous. And Jack's bulge was even better.
"Skip here, tells us that you're a gay guy," said Jack. "Is that right or is he putting us on?"
"He's not putting you on," I told him.
"So you would suck our cocks for us?" he asked.
"Maybe," I said. I didn't want to sound too eager. I didn't want to sound like an easy slut.
And now Jack was lightly rubbing the growing bulge in his pants. Now he was opening his pants. Now he was pushing the clothing down, and that big prick was standing perpendicular to his height and looking at me. I looked back at it.
"When you say 'maybe,' does that mean 'yes?'
"Yes," I admitted. And I sank to my knees in front of him and took him into my mouth.
"Oh, man. Oh, man. This guy is great. This guy is a treasure. Thank you so much, Skip. Thank you for finding us this great gay guy. You have my eternal gratitude. Oh. Yah. Suck it, baby. That's it. That's it. Oh, yah. Wait till you feel this mouth around your dick, Murphy. You're not gonna believe it."
"I'm willing to be convinced," he said, dropping his own bellbottoms and shorts and bringing his monster within near-sighted range of my left eye.
I couldn't resist. He was so hot and needy he was oozing precum. I had to take care of him immediately. I moved my mouth to Murphy's dick and started making love to it.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. He's great. He's great. This guy gives head. Oh. Great. Suck it, faggot. Suck that cock." And then he started slamming it into me, as he held the back of my head in the tight grip of his two hands. He was so masculine. So commanding. I felt I was about to get his nectar---yes-yes-but
"Hey. My turn," said Jack, and he eased me out from between Murphy's hands and moved my face back to his own equipment.
"So sweet. Oh, baby, I think I love you. Suck that cock. Suck it. Oh. Damndamndamn, I'm gonna shoot my hot load into your hot mouth. Suck it out of me. Suck it out of me..Yaaaaaaaaaa." I drank his vanilla milk, and held his dick in my mouth until it started to lose its stiffness. In a flash, Murphy pulled my face back to his own torpedo. I continued my suckjob on Murphy and waited for his torpedo to explode.
"UNNNNNNHHHHUNNNNHHHH. Yeah. Here it comes. Take it. Take it." He exploded in my mouth, and it was nectar. I had been holding on to his strong ass cheeks as I sucked his dick, and now as it softened in my mouth, I regretfully removed my hands and let him step away from me.
"That was so great, Freddy," he told me.
"Yeah. Thanks a million," said Jack. "I really needed that. You're a great shipmate, my lad. Just what we need here now. A great gay shipment. Great."
I thanked both of them and stood up. I started to reach for the doorknob, when Skip called out.
"Freddy."
"Yes?"
"Aren't you forgetting someone?" he asked.
"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't realize. You want me to suck you off?"
"Not exactly," he told me.
"Then what?" I was puzzled.
"My dick needs pussy. My dick wants to fuck a tight hot hole. I want to fuck your tight little ass."
"Skip, I told you I've never done that," I protested.
"Well you have to start sometime," he told me. "You're a gay guy, right?"
"Right," I said. I knew he would talk me into it, and I was almost half willing.
"Well gay guys like to get fucked. So let's do it. Okay?"
"Okay," I said. "Whatever you want."
"Take off your pants," he told me. "Oh fuck. Take everything off." I stripped off my clothes with the eyes of three horny straight sailors glued onto me. It was exciting.
"Bend over this crate," Skip instructed me. I stood by the crate and lowered my chest onto it. My ass was high in the air, ready to be plundered.
"I brought some baby oil," he told me, and produced a small bottle from which he began to anoint my ass and also his manspear.
He loosened me up with some fingers until I actually wanted to feel his cock inside of me. And then he placed it in the notch and pushed forward. He slid in on a cushion of baby oil, and we were joined at the hip so to speak. And then he started to fuck me.
"Yes. I like dick in my ass, sailor. Fuck my tight ass. Fuck me. Fuck me." I was begging for it. I was totally shameless. I could see the other guys getting hot all over again, playing with themselves as Skip slid in and out of me."
"Oh. This is heaven. This is paradise. This is pussy," crowed Skip. "You gotta try this guys. If you've ever loved a pussy, you're gonna love little Freddy's. This is unfuckingbelievable. Oh Yeah. Oh yeah. Take this big cock, you faggot bitch. Take this big cock up your ass. Beg me for my dick, bitch. Beg me for it."
"Fuck my ass, Skip. Please fuck my ass. I want to feel your hot cum shoot deep inside my body."
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! My cock is getting ready to spit. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh. Yeaaaahhhhhhh." And I felt his cock spitting his seed deep into my gastrointestinal track where it would absorb into my own tissues. He was part of me now.
As you probably have guessed, I was fucked immediately after by Jack and then by Murphy. My ass had found its purpose in life. It had become a tunnel for a shuttle train of cock which would forever go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It makes me think of the word shuttlecock, but that is something different.
Little by little, everyone whom I sucked or who fucked me told a couple of other guys. My circle of sexual partners was ever widening. I was now officially the ship faggot. The ship slut. And I had never been so happy. This was what I always wanted my life to be. I was a gay sailor loved by straight sailors.
In his time he had seen waiting staff come and go but hoped that this batch were going to stick at it. It had been a busy night and Doug decided to go outside the kitchen for a smoke. Doug was standing there and started to feel horny so he started to rub his cock through his chef pants. It was then that Doug noticed one of the waiting staff standing there watching. Doug smiled and said you ok.
This is a cyber chat about the sex between an online identity called robin and one called captcook. Read it if you are interested in cock stroking and talk about anal sex and then cum swallowing.
Like we needed more insurance like another hole in the head. But what the fuck, the boss said see what they got and I thought to myself, yeah, I'd like to see what they got in their pants. So they came by late in my day, four of them, three guys and one gal. I sat quietly as they pitched their deal, not really listening, just checking them out. This one guy, Doug. he looked interesting.
I been on trains before, of course, but never for trips longer than a few hours. I would be on this train for a full four days before getting off, and it promised to be quite an adventure. I found my cabin quite easily and discovered the porter had already delivered my bags there. My name is Gareth.
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.
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.
I was sitting on a park bench, enjoying being done with my senior year of high school and didn't have to work until that evening, so I had plenty of time to kill. This well dressed man was probably in his early fifties, trim, and I would have to say handsome. He just started some small talk, then began telling me that someone was writing dirty messages on the men's room wall.
One day Dan, the 3rd baseman of our school team and a real hunk, caught me watching him as we changed after a late workout. He started harassing me about it, saying he'd seen me staring at some of the guys before. He said if I wanted to see his crotch so much, I should get on my knees where I could see it up close. He said he was gonna tell everyone I was a faggot unless I suck his cock.
I was bored and horny so I decided to accept an party invitation to go out. In our small country town there are no gay nightspots but there is a group of committed studs that put on the occasional function at a secret location. This time Adrian the organizer had decided to have a barn dance out on a sheep property.
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.
This trip would be different, but I didn't know how different. The travel agent I usually used was closed for a vacation. I knew of another just around the corner but had never been there. What's the difference one is the same as another I thought. Boy was I wrong. I told him it was a business trip, but he told me I had to return from business sometime. He was about 5" soft, I was hungry. I to.
In my senior year I decided I would try out for football. I did so cause I had done just about everything else and there were some really hot guys I thought I could connect with. One hot classmate in particular had told me I should try out and I did so cause there seemed to be a promise of some hot times to come. Anyway, I went to the tryouts and the coach ended up accepting me.
I was outside of the museum writing in my journal when I noticed a rather peculiar cop biking around me. There usually isn't a guy who escapes my eye and I do love flirting with cops, sailors and firemen, but it is rare to find one returning the favor. I am a cute fella, but those guys are meant to be very ethical and serious about their jobs.
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.
I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable. This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to Mississippi to visit my aunt. Instead I have become an alibi again. Little did I know that I would meet someone that would make it wroth my while, and it is not a girl!
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.
I left Austin about 2:00 pm for a leisurely drive home avoiding the typical afternoon Austin traffic. I took a slight detour to check out a park that has been known to be a good cruising spot. This park is on the shores of Lake Belton overlooking the dam and only a few miles from Fort Hood, one of Uncle Sam's largest army installations and home of untold numbers of hot soldiers.
There is enough sex of every sort to go around and to suit your own desires. My orientation was sex with men; not gay men, but horny, straight men. And that is what this article is all about. I was an enlisted man in the US Navy, stationed aboard a ship home-ported at San Diego. We had been at sea for several weeks and I had built up a huge load in my crotch.
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