My problem at the baths is I've got a big cock, and everybody wants it. Well, not everybody, but still, I'm having to push people away pretty quick - because of my other problem, which is I'm excitable, and it's not long before I come unless I take steps to slow things down.
Me, hugging and kissing and stroking would get me off; I didn't get to where I wanted penetration until I was nearly 50, and still, the amount of foreplay it takes to get me loose enough to get fucked usually gets me off too soon, and then what turns me on is sucking. Lately I've developed a taste for cum.
It's a steady thing - somebody gets his hand under my towel, realizes he's got a hold of a big one, and if he's got any charm at all he's down on me and I'm moaning , and then there's somebody feeling me up from behind and stroking my ass and licking my nipples, and even if I break away from that, the next muscular kid gets me to fuck him, and there's nothing like a beautifully muscled ass when I'm turned on to make me say yes.
I'm unusually sinewy for a 50-year-old; the hot guys my age, and there are some, have usually sculpted themselves into some very chiseled configurations, but they're not very sensuous compared to me. I'm hot like a stripling, very sensuous, I like that slow wrestling thing, and love to fuck a tender butt.
But I can't make it last, and then I'm in another mode.
Last night, I got what I wanted - a dick that would leap and thicken and spurt in my mouth. I love that feeling when the glans swells up so huge it's like it bursts, when the thick vein underneath starts to throb and you can feel the cum arriving, it's like the skin splits and the salty juice pours across your teeth and sticks to them.
A lad with hot buns and runner's thighs gave me his cock, half hard, and it was perfect - just made to suck on. Right away he found the back of my mouth, and his vein just rested lightly on my lips and tongue, the sucking action started of itself. I wanted him in my throat, and his glans knew just how to tease me.
I like to carry on like I'm real naughty and slutty sometimes online, and I can be too, but really most of the time I'm this quiet, shy librarian. This night though the naughty slutty side was out in full force, and I said I'd love it. Both these guys are a little older than me, Anon is mid 50's, short, average build, and Pizza3 is late 40s, tall, more muscular. Pizza3 was late 40s, tall and more muscular.
Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school.
My story takes place in Virginia I was working at a camp there and I decided to take a day off and go for a walk in the country side. I walked by this house and noticed that there was this hot older man naked sitting on the porch when i saw him i could not take my eyes off of him.
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.
I'm lying in bed, half asleep, and slowly being awakened by the bird songs. I hear the sound of a waterfall near this wood cabin in the lush, green, tropical forest. The big, wooden doors are open and welcome the early morning smell's of the forest. A tropical breeze pulses the soft, white curtains of the windows. I slowly lift my head and look next to me. My eyes close and we become one.
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.
The sense of relief was starting to take hold, but I still felt like I'd been through Hell in a rowboat. I felt bad for Ken, and I sure hoped he could find an out, but I doubted it. I had nearly gotten my balls in a vice trying to help, but in the end there hadn't been anything I could do....
Brian, one of my co-workers, asked if I had out of town company coming. I told him my landlord was painting my apartment on Friday, and I had to find somewhere else to spend the weekend. Brian said if I don't mind sharing a small cramped apartment, I could stay with him. I thanked him and asked if it would be an inconvenience.
I showed up about 9:00 pm and paid my seven dollars to get in. I can't remember what movies were playing, it didn't matter, I wasn't really there for the films. I really love going there, it's totally dark and very sleazy. I'm surprised it hasn't been shut down by now, but as long as it's open, I'll have to keep going. Actually, it's not that I love going there, it's more like I have to go.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
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.
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.
That's the third time that green and white Chevy pick-up truck has passed me. I know he's cruising me. Checking me out. I love walking around this neighborhood at night. Even though it's near downtown, it's dark & quiet. Just a block off the main drag. It's also a cruising area for guys looking for some man to man sex action. Who's only too happy to oblige them, and service their need.
He was hired back in January, and he caught my eye, bundled up in a varsity letter jacket, shoveling snow from the walkways. When spring came, his attire changed to a orange v-neck baseball shirt and a red baseball cap, jeans and light brown Timberlands. Bryan was short, rather short, just 5'5", and that sizzled my desires. I'm a tall guy, 6'4", and I really dig short guys.
I had not been to the city for almost a month, so decided to see what I could find on Saturday 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.
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.
Paul meets a well muscled man with dark hair, broad shoulders, perfect V-shape body and tight firm buttocks. He can not wait to get himself some of that.
As I was getting out of the shower, someone started knocking on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the door. When I opened the door, I don't know who was more surprised. There standing at my door was Mark, dressed in a very tight pair of jeans and a muscle shirt. I had been lusting over him in my jack off dreams for months. He is smooth from his neck down.
It's so cool to feel a cock thicken and harden in your mouth. He was coming on fast - and pulled out with an apology. He wasn't ready to give it up. I knew how he felt and let him go, but I was standing there in the pit still swallowing, kind of in a daze, when an Asian body-builder suddenly eased his cock across my lips. I don't know where he came from - I guess he'd been watching and wanted in.
It was slippery already, and very hard, the head was full to bursting, like a big cherry, and the flow of precum was making my lips glossy and wet as he stroked it across me. My tongue slipped out of my mouth like to clean myself up when his glans started to slide in.
Fuck did he taste good, like gravy. His cock was thick behind the head, and it stretched me open in a real good way, especially since the vein kept jerking and jerking, he was really close to coming already, the shaft kept thickening as he slid over my tongue stretching me open, making very close contact with my tongue.
His dick curved downward slightly, which was perfect - he pulses were turning me on incredibly, and he was reaching deeper and deeper into me with really no obstacles in the way. He passed his cock into my throat like a dream, and my tongue was milking him the whole time, my lips reaching further and further up towards his pubes.
Meantime someone was between my legs on the floor taking my lengthening meat into his mouth. Normally nothing makes me hard again after I've come. However this time, all of a sudden my 8 inches were totally back in force, and whoever this was, he had a soft buzz cut, and nice arms wrapped around my juicy thighs, really nice shoulders, and not afraid of a lot of cock, so I let him take me at his own pace.
He had his hands on my ass, stroking and spreading my asscheeks, which makes me real happy. Meantime my hands were traveling up the smooth chiseled muscles of the smooth jock with his dick in my mouth.
There's nothing like Asian muscle - sculpted, smooth, fine-grained; even when the muscles are huge, they're soft, tender, stretchy, not like the armor-plated WASPs, who seem to have gone rigid from all that flexing. When my hands reached his pecs he began to moan..... I know the feeling, it makes me all emotional, as if I was being kissed, to feel hands worshiping my warm pecs. He was starting to lose it - his hips were moving, his cock flexed involuntarily, his glans held in the soft grip of my throat, I could feel his foreskins sliding back each time his head pressed into me, rubbing my larynx
I could feel the head of my cock fucking the throat of my crew-cut kid down below, squeezed his polished shoulders with my inner thighs and put my butt into it, pumping him, backing my head over his glottis and then giving it to him deep, as the guy in my throat backed all the way to my lips.
I grabbed his hips quick with my hands and held him there, wouldn't let his glans pull out but attacked him with tongue and lips, nibbling him super fast.
"No, man," he's saying, but his hips betray him, and he keeps feeding me his cock, I get my tongue onto his vein and feel him start to throb, his head swells hot and then it comes, and my boy down below slips his finger into my ass just as the first burst of Asian jizz spreads over my lips, teeth, tongue and he slides back into my mouth throbbing on my tongue, pulsing shooting his delicious thick salt custard all into my mouth. Sliding his dick back into my throat, flexing that big muscle right where I can really feel it. I realize I'm doing the same thing down below, deeper, all the way in, his buzz cut's smack up against my belly and I've nailed him totally driving it into him in long strokes that sink in all the way to the hilt.
And then he's splashing me with his hot juice, must be beating off. I feel it hit my butt, coating my thighs, hot huge splashes, and they keep coming, splashing against my ass. My body relaxes and I am enjoying every second of it.
It flew past me, then stopped and backed up to me. A humpy looking guy sat behind the wheel, his eyes took in my tall muscular, brown haired, blue eyed body. From what I could see of him, he had blond hair, deep blue eyes and a well built body too. "Sure. I know a place we can go and get it on," he said.
He told his parents he was leaving for California to become a model. Eric was a sweet guy, not one of those that think of cock and sex all the time. Two days had passed, just waiting there in that small mountain resort, waiting for a trucker going to California. Finally he was lucky in more sense than one.
When I got to Texas I checked into my hotel room, and decided to take a shower. As I stood under the hot spray of the shower, I slowly started to rub my 8 1/2 inch cut dick, and rub my big hairy balls. After slowly jerking my cock for a good ten minutes, I worked on of my fingers up my ass, and started to finger fuck myself, until I shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, and stomach.
I was a lot more experienced than the other guys in more ways than one. That I owe to a business acquaintance of my father's who was also one of his friends. This man who often visited our house seemed to be interested in me. I soon understood that he also loved underwear.
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 looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
Sure enough, the parking lot was empty and I got right to work. I only took a couple of short breaks and was feeling very sore by mid-afternoon. I decided that I had earned a break and went to the men's room to use the shower facilities. I was had just finished shampooing my hair when I saw someone enter the dressing area.
Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling.
They all tend to be white-collar business types; men in their late thirties to early fifties; stressed to the max with their "str8" careers and "st8" lives with very little free time to indulge in their real fetishes. These suits are always watching the clock, always racing to appointments, but also anxious for sex and always living double lives; your typical American male masochist.
At my first job after college I start hannging out with a guy at work, Trent. I finally find the courage to ask him out for dinner. One thing leads to another.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
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.
Anderson when he came into our store to purchase a suit--he's the vice-president of the big national bank down the street from where I work. When he first walked into the men's department, I couldn't help but whistle to myself as I appraised the man: about 6'4" & 260 pounds of hot man meat! He had thinning blond hair that was graying at the temples & gorgeous steel-grey eyes.
I'm a 6'1" blonde hair/blue eyed All American type jock. I have a great athletic body and work out every day in an L. A. gym. Dudes and women alike look at my biceps all the time. I have big shoulders but an even bigger dick, 8-3/4" cut. I love sex. The other day I drove my pickup into the Valley and stopped at a gas station.
I went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at four O' clock. At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall. blond. muscular. handsome. a very nice sight. Then I started to look around, and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. And since they were all training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.
I had been experiencing with bondage for quite some time. It intrigued me somehow. I would play around with in in the barn at night. One night I decided to go walking about all tangled up. All helpless. Perhaps someone will kidnap me.
We were playing football and Carl was supposed to be covering me. It was the last class of the day and all I wanted to do was go home. I ran as fast as I could to try and get open, but Carl was always on my ass, it looked like he was barely even trying. I don't know why I even try, they never pass me the ball.
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.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described.
On this trip there were three coach loads of youths, so I was in for a noisy trip. As is my habit I went into to restaurant for a meal. With all the youths the place filled up, I found a table in the corner next to a window. As I started my meal a youth came up to my table and stood looking down at his feet. He sat down, I kept eating, but slowed down. I finished my meal and he finished his.
I lived by myself but due to the type of school, I had to be very careful, so I looked on line and began talking with guys. I was really looking for a bi couple, you know a guy and a girl, both bi, maybe into some kinky stuff. Anyway, I got an e-mail from Adam who lived about an hour from me so we decided to hook up at his place. About 2 weeks later I went back to his place at night.
The burning fire of his explosion of cum still sending its flames into my body. My thoughts raced through my mind, wondering how this had happened, how I could let another man penetrate me like this, how I allowed myself to be used in such a way.
I was sitting in my room flipping the channels looking for something good on. I was so bored, there was nothing to do. I was home alone because my parents went up North for the weekend and left me to take care of the cats. I went downstairs and got something to eat. I started making a sandwich, and I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be I thought to myself.
I was a young man in my early twenties, a little chubby. I liked to go and watch the men jogging. I used to look at them and go home and jerk off thinking about them. I liked one man in particular. He had a well toned body and dark hairy legs, and in the summer he looked hot in his running shorts. I didn't think he even noticed me until he started nodding at me when he jogged by.
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