I first started going to the all-male theaters when I was about 14. I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me. 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 - junior high - and going to the first one I could find - the Big Top, which has since gone to fuck-flick heaven. I was so damned nervous, I just sat and watched the movie, actually shooting my load in my pants. I was so fucking naive that I really thought the guys that would sit down next to me just couldn't find another seat!
By the time I had reached my late teens I was a veteran already...and I had figured out that the audience action was often hotter than what was on the screen. Every time I went, I saw enough hot men and hot meat and hot fucking and sucking that I could jack off for weeks just thinking about one visit! One experience, though, stands out in my mind.
The guys name was Jerry, and he went to Columbia University and he was 20 years old. I didn't know any of this at the time though. When I first saw him, he was up in the balcony, feeling up another man, and the first thought that ran through my mind was: he's a hustler. He was just too damned goodlooking. About 5'6", dark hair, dark eyes, trim body, a hairy chest (it showed above the top of his Izod shirt), and a big basket, I figured he had to be a pro...for the life of me I couldn't figure out why a guy this hot would have to come here for action, unless he was after the long green. I felt vindicated when I saw him abruptly pull away from the other man and walk away - evidently the guy hadn't wanted to part with the bucks. But I was wrong.
About fifteen minutes later, I was one of the grope rooms under the stairs, when I saw him come in, dimly lit by the small crack of light from the hallway. Naturally, there were a couple of guys going at it there - that's why I was there, watching and playing with myself through my pants - and he also stopped to watch. In the semi-darkness, I saw his hand running over a small lump near his crotch. Hmmm....
What I saw next was kind of strange...he reached over to the men, who were standing chest to chest, jerking each other off, their tongues all over each other's mouths and necks, and reached down to their cocks, and felt them. First one, then the other. And he moved on. On to another small group, this time three guys, one on his knees sucking off the other two... He did the same thing there, just feeling their cocks, and then pulling away when they went for his bulge. Then it was my turn.
By this time, having watched all of this, I was hard as a rock. Not only were there at least five men having noisy, raunchy sex within five feet of me, but this guy was there too...and he was a real turn-on. You know the type that are so fucking hot because they're just so fucking goodlooking you can't believe they're into guys? He was one of them. But I still couldn't figure out what his scene was. He reached for my bulge, and I was determined to get a feel of his. I felt his hand clench around it, and like a shot, I had my hand around his basket, gently kneading the denim-covered crotch. But this time he didn't pull away.
He kept rubbing my dick through the cloth, and I kept feeling him up... we looked at each other, and then I felt his hand go for my zipper...he had some trouble with it, so I reached down and opened my pants and unzipped quickly...his hand plunged into my briefs and closed around my cock, hauling it out into the air...he rubbed it a lot like the way I rub it, and it felt great. By this time, I could hear that the other guys in the tight space with us were getting close...the breathing was more labored, and there was an occasional groan...every now and then a muttered, "Fuck!" I didn't think I could last very long with all this shit going on...so I reached for his fly...found buttons instead, and started pulling them open...he reached over and pulled open the top button, and his jeans fell, down to his knees.
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Alan watched him unobserved. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving.
That would include cleaning tables in the dining room, washing dishes or sweeping and mopping the floors. One of my assistants hired a 18 year old black boy named Dontazz. I had seen him a few times, but had never actually worked with him. Dontazz worked nights and I worked days. I was just getting off work and went into the bathroom before leaving. It's eight inches long when it's soft.
Though the tuition was a little bit high and the school was very conservative, I got more than my fair share of cock. A lot of Daddy's little rich kids liked getting their young dicks sucked and I didn't mind doing the work. Basketball practice was on every Friday afternoon at 12:30. The whole locker room used to reek of jock sweat and clothes were always littering the benches.
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.
I am "cute" with boyish good looks. My sex life, until recently exclusively with women, has nevertheless been "fringe". I am obsessively oral active, uninterested in reciprocation, and not very adept at traditional love making. Consequently I have, with marginal success, sought out dominant women.
I got a little bored and started cruising the internet for a while when I got an email from a gay couple. I checked out their photos and they were nice looking guys. They had good bodies and average packages and since I was bored I thought what the hell. I had never been with someone who was out right gay and these guys looked like fun. As I drove, the possibilities started to churn in my head.
Never would I have thought that Barry and I would have so much fun together. Two sexually frustrated young college students that explore their own sexualities and learn how to pleasure each other.
I was at home for Christmas break or something when I was on this very board, I had been on before when I was under 18 just to look around, I always lied about my age because I had always ;looked and sounded older. I took down his number and disconnected and debated for a long time.
The walls were covered in mirrors so that he could see his own reflection wherever he looked so that it was unnecessary to be covert. He took a great deal of satisfaction in what he saw reflected. In the locker room, he stripped and showered before putting on clean underwear, fresh shorts and a tee shirt.
Not that the chilly temperature seemed to matter to the inmates who danced, laughed or wept in the day room. The more acute cases were confined to padded cells so they could not hurt themselves. Othere were physically restrained with soft leather gloves to stop continual masturbation. A few were encased in strait-jackets, their faces purple as they tried in vain to escape.
I was expecting briefs, but he was wearing a jock strap...so I was unprepared for what I got. I reached in, under the thick band, and grabbed his rod, pulling down the jock for better access. His cock poured out.
Literally poured out. It was still soft...but I'm not even this big when I'm hard. It actually hung a couple of inches below his rather substantial balls. And then it started to get hard.
I had never in my life seen such a big cock...mind you, this guy was only about 5'6"...about five inches shorter than I am...and that made it look even more enormous. I had never seen anything like this in either the movies, magazines, anywhere. I didn't think they could grow that big! To this day, I regret the fact that I didn't have a tape measure...so I can't say it was 14" or whatever...all I know is that I could put both hands around his meat, and still have room left over. It was about average thickness, but goddamn! It was long!
I started working my hands up and down his cock while he played with my dick...and at only 7" or so, I definitely felt junior league compared to this guy. He was working on mine, too...and the groans from the rest of the guys were getting a little more intense.
All of a sudden, this fucker drops to his knees and takes my cock down this throat in one gulp! Fuck! This hot fucker sucks cock! I looked down and I could see/feel him jerking his own dick while he sucked mine - and he was damned good! His tongue, his lips, his throat - every goddamned part of him was chowing down on my cock!
This was too fucking much for me...I started to feel my balls tighten up, and get that chill that runs up and down my spine just before I shoot real hard...I warned him..."I'm gonna cum..." The other guys in there were starting to cream too...I could hear it...I warned him again, but he just sucked my cock deeper and harder...and I couldn't hold it any more...I spurted my load right down his throat, and felt it tighten as he swallowed each shot.
I felt something wet and warm on my leg - his cum...he had jerked himself off while sucking me, and I looked down to watch it shoot out the end of his dick. He shot, again, and then again...and then once more, just a little. I had emptied my nuts down his gullet, and he had jerked off while I was doing it! Shit!
He stood up and we both started putting ourselves back together, catching quick glimpses of each other every time the curtain parted to let in some light. When we were both decent again (apparel-wise), he leaned over to me and asked if I had a cigarette. Sure - if I didn't, I would have found some somewhere!
We went downstairs together, and while we shared a smoke, we chatted for a while, introducing ourselves. I had to ask him what he was doing in a place like this...when he could get whoever he wanted with that piece of meat he was packing. He explained that his turn-on was sucking cock - but with his big shaft - which, he told me, measured 12-1/2" when hard - anybody he got together with wanted to either try and suck him or have him fuck them. That wasn't his scene - he liked to suck, and jack off while he was doing it. And he would only suck guys with thick cocks, like mine. Fine with me!
After the cigarettes, he left, a quick pat on the shoulder the only indication that we had done more than smoke together. I sat there for a while, watching the movie, but after what I'd just done, nothing seemed to compare. I've gone back of course, and seen him a few more times, doing his thing...literally and figuratively.
Here it was, Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, everybody else was packing up, heading home to a fantastic holiday, and he was stuck in Oxford, Mississippi, with nothing better to do than watch blurred cable television, and count the tiles in the ceiling of his dorm room.
Bob was just eight days into his first term and was struggling with the heavy workload. His mind swam with equations and formulas, and he knew he needed a break. As he stepped outside his dorm into the quadrangle, he saw several laughing happy couples walk by, and realized how lonely and unhappy he was. He was terribly shy, and did not make even one friend during orientation week.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I've been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin, the big meat company, and I certainly wasn't complaining.
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.
I am gay guy from a country called Jordan in the Middle East (I hope you know where that is). I am now 33 years old. I am handsome sexy boy; with sunny skin, black hair and honey eyes and I have the body everyone dreams to have (a muscular body). I said that I am a sexy boy because all the girls here love me, even if we are in a Moslem country. This is a little about me. OK, back to my story.
Little did they know they can't satisfy the desires that I often have. Like straight guys, I also enjoy the company of men, hanging out, talking, doing normal guy things together. In my late 20's, I'm a beefy, solid kinda guy--broad shoulders and nice arms and pecs tapering to nice waist. Not a gym rat, just a normal jock. I needed more. Then it happened.
The rest of the family was off doing their various things and I was enjoying the relative silence of the house by listening to a little Life of Agony (the new stuff is really pretty happy). I was online, surfing around aimlessly, pics of hot guys and warez, what else is there on the net? Oh yea, stories. I didn't hear his presence until he knocked on my door. whatever. I couldn't stop myself.
I finally felt free, free to do whatever I wanted without having to worry that someone was going find out or have to "clean up" any evidence. My parents were cool with it, and so was everyone else. I had met Franklin through a friend of mine and he seemed cool. ok I had a total crush on him. thats right 9 pack abs! I had no idea that was possible.
All of the scarce wildlife had already disappeared into the shady alcoves along the stretch of beach. I had located a shady isolated picnic area on the tourist map, which had to be around here somewhere. After stumbling through some bushes and an overgrown footpath, I eventually found the picnic area. There was a little braai area and some crude benches.
It was mid July and a very warm night. A very close friend and I were out driving around looking for some hot action. We enjoyed this picnic area that is located on a small island on the to a very well known tourist spot. At this picnic area in the evenings many gays meet there. That night we drove around the picnic area twice in a half hour not finding much action. I dared him to do the same.
Calvin was a new student, bussed in from another neighborhood. Timothy grew up in the spacious affluent suburbs, while Calvin grew up in the hot and horny crowded inner-city -- but they both quickly realized that they shared the same interests in video games, music videos and girls. It didn't take long for Timothy to invite Calvin to come to his house one day afterschool. Timothy led the way.
Inspired by a sex shop I visited on holiday, where the Arab owner kept trying to sell me erection pills and creams. I've just taken it to another level where things get a bit out of hand.
So, when he happened to drive through the old part of town, and noticed Henry's Barber Shop, he figured he'd go in and get a bit of a trim. He wore his hair quite long- coming to just above his shoulders. He liked it that way and often liked to put it in a ponytail in the warm weather. The shop had that old, 1940's feel to it-Playboy in the magazine rack and an out-of date calendar on the wall.
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