Here is my true story. I am a white male in my mid 20s living in a large city.I have been straight all my life, although I have gone out with several bisexual women. I guess you could say that I never felt anything against gay sexuality, I just did not think it was for me.
I had been overworked and was losing weight due to a lack of time to lift weights etc. I kept saying that I had to join a health club, but it would have to be very near to my home or my work. I happened to hear from an older colleague about a club near his office. It was open 24 hrs, had pristine equipment and was cheaper than any other club in town. He had joined because it also had about thirty cubicles with beds which you could rent for an additional 6 dollars a visit. He used these if he had to work late and did not want the 2 hour commute. The only catch was it was a gay club.
Apparently it had been a gay bath house but had added a great deal of health club features to avoid being shut down. As a result the mainly gay clientele respected the straight members (!) who gave the club some kind of cover. You could not beat the hours or the price. I joined.
At first it was a little weird. Somebody would brush up against me in the sauna,but nobody forced anything. Showers were communal,and often guys would be showering immediately after having sex with each other in one of the cubicles. It was strange to see so many different cocks of different shapes and sizes.At first I thought that most of these guys were bigger than my cut 7.5 inches, but most were just permanently semi-hard. I found myself looking more and more at the meat between their legs. Especially the uncut guys.
Once in the sauna I witnessed an Asian man and a black man meet and slowly slide into a position with the Asian guy sucking the other's cock. Their position blocked my exit, but I wasn't going anywhere. I was fascinated by the sight of this seven incher disappearing into the guys mouth,the slurping sounds,the moans,and most of all the sheer look of contentment on the face of the guy doing the sucking. After about five minutes the black guy put his hands on the back of the others head and pumped vigorously.He moaned and shot a load of cum into his mouth. The squishing slurping sounds filled the air. So did the fresh mushroom scent of semen.
I was hard. I was a straight guy in a dark sauna full of gay men, and my dick was hard. I had not noticed, but several other men had started giving each other hand jobs. I felt a touch on towel around my waist and then my cockhead was engulfed in something wet and warm and fabulous. I looked down to see the dim image of a man's head sliding down my prick. He took it all. My girlfriend had never taken more than half my cock and this guy swallowed it whole. It was too much, too fast. I didn't like not being able to see who was sucking me.I was confused and startled that I had let it get that far. I pulled out and headed for the shower.
I must have been in the shower 15 minutes thinking about what I had seen. A couple of guys came and went and I took little notice. But when the shower next to me was turned on by a black man who turned to face me I almost jumped. He slowly started to clean his cock,rolling the loose foreskin back and letting the water rush over it. I was in awe. I was still almost fully erect he was soft, but our cocks were about two feet apart and there was no mistaking that his dwarfed my 7.5 inches.Even flaccid it was about 9.5 inches long and way thicker than mine. He jacked the skin back and forth and turned around.
I had never felt anything like this before,but now I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and suck this monster cock. My head was spinning. I was turned away to hide my erection. Suddenly I heard the water stop. He was drying himself and preparing to leave. I felt a longing as I knew I would never get a chance like this again.I turned off my shower and started to dry off. He wrapped his towel around his waist and went out the door.
It was now or never. I reacted instinctively and hurried out the door,caught up to him and tapped hiss shoulder. "I'm sorry to disturb you,but I'm in room 656 if you want to drop by." I said, giving him my cubicle number and turning away.
"Jesus that was lame." I thought and walked back to my room. I felt embarrassed, that I had acted foolish. After about a minute there was knock on the door. I could not believe it.I thought about not answering and hesitated. Then I came to my senses and pulled it open. There he was. He stepped in out of the hall and we introduced ourselves and he said "What do you like to do?"
"I like to suck" I replied and dropped to my knees. I slipped his towel off and confronted his cock inches from my face. I toolkit in my hand marveling at the weight and softness. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue outflank his foreskin, then opened my lips around the giant head of his cock. It's silky smoothness slid into my mouth filling it instantly. He was fully hard now and had to be 11.5 inches long and thicker than ever porn films I've seen.I could only get about 5 inches in my mouth,but only because he was so thick.
He sat down on the bed and I really went to work boobing my head up and down and swirling my tongue inside his sheath and around the underside of his cock head.I did all the things that I had wanted women to do to me . I jammed him into my throat. His delicious pre-cum ran over my tongue. I sucked and sucked as he put his hands on my head and fucked my mouth viciously. "That's good. That's good" he said.
He thrust faster and I knew he was close. I closed my mouth around his cock as he jerked into my mouth and his cum shot out. It filled my mouth and ran out all over his pumping cock its deliciously thick goo coated the inside of my mouth and throat. I was in heaven!
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
I work out at least 4 days a week. I have a girfriend who is the hottest chick I know. But last week my whole life changed. My best bud calls me on a Saturday night, wanting to hang out. Well my girlfriend is visiting her folks up north, so I did have the place to myself. I haven't seen Rick in at least 6 months. His girlfriend and mine don't get along, so we hardly see each other anymore.
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.
The park was secluded so very few people were ever around. One morning, I saw a guy who looked homeless sleeping on a bench. When he got up, he took off his clothes and swam in the lake. I watched him as he got out and let himself dry off. He had a thick dark bush surrounding a long dangling cock. I slid down my sweat pants and stroked my cock as i watched him. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
He was a bodybuilder from Houston. Guess I'll be visiting Houston in the future! So how did you meet them at the Habana Inn? Is that a gay place? What did the men look like? What did you do interesting, sexually? Did it all! I go there from time to time. Yes, it is a (notorious) gay hotel, situated within walking distance to 4 or 5 gay bars or clubs. There's everything there. Hmmm. wow.
Being young and horny and an avid cruiser I was always looking for some dick play when I could. One of my favorite was a South Congress theater that had been converted to a porn theater. It had a large screen on the main floor that showed straight porn that was frequented by cocksuckers and feeders, so that whether you needed a blow or wanted to do some blowing there was usually action to be had.
I am Vince, I am 21, and am about 5'11" tall, with a 34" waist, and weigh about 145-155lbs. I have brown eyes, black (dyed) hair, and am approx. 7 1/2" - 8" uncut. My cock is quite wide, and I have it pierced. I am into body piercing, and have both my nipples, my tongue and eyebrow pierced also. I have two tattoos, but they are unimportant.
I really want to be fucked by another man, I don't care if you're black or white, fat or thin, long or short, I just want to know what it's like to be fucked. So I'm writing down my fantasy, and if you like it and want to help me fulfill it let me know. Then I strip myself, slowly removing each item of clothing, teasing your swollen cock until I stand naked before you.
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.
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.
Everywhere he looked, Dean Jones' eyes feasted on virile manliness. He thought he'd be observing a class of adolescent boys starting out in the world of bodybuilding. Instead, the private school's weight room boasted 8 of the humpiest studs he'd ever seen outside of a bodybuilding convention.
Coach Debor was wearing his skin tight white pants and showed us how to use all of the equipment. He noticed me staring at him the whole time. and I wasn't watching his arms. During lunch that day, I got a pass to go down to the lockerroom. Coach was there waiting for me and he told me that he saw me staring and that he was gonna teach to stare at him. All he was wearing was a towel.
I had been down at the river tubing for most of the day (summer school frolics) and could not get the images of semi-nude college kids running around. My girlfriend had gone home for a week to attend her sisters wedding and I had gotten stuck at school during exams. Something really kept gnawing at me.
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.
Randy is twenty-two and as you would expect is in incredible physical condition. He has boyish good looks, but his most outstanding trait is his outgoing personality. Randy is about 6' tall with a head of thick sandy colored hair.
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.
Since I was fourteen I had question my sexuality as I would get a hard-on when I skinney-dipped with my friends. When I was in high school, I befriended a guy who was in soccer with me who was openly gay. One day he showed me what gay men do.
Tom and Drew find out that they would both consider doing something with another guy, but who would have thought that the pool talk would actually turn into some sexy hardcore action. Who sucks who? Who fucks who?
Puberty never really kicked in strong for me, like with other kids, my voice broke and I got pubic hair, but for the most part my body was pale and smooth looking and at 5'7" I looked young. The good thing was I did look kinda sweet and innocent so that gave me a certain kinda freedom. Michael was pretty much my complete opposite.
I had to get some miles to lose all the party pounds that I've gained during the week end. Not that I was a slob or anything, gyming 4 times a week. However, I just wanted to sweat. I was wearing a drifit singlet with black running shorts with high slits at the side. I'm on the muscular side as oppose to the lean build, but love to show off my ripped tighs. I ran by the beach near my place.
I had gone to the sports camp the year before and liked it, but this year was destined to be an entirely new experience. There were kids there from all over the state, and my roommate was a black kid. He was only about a year older than me, but taller, huskier and more developed. I was a bit of a late starter myself and just barely out of puberty, to be honest.
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