Horney and in the mood to suck cock, I went to my favorite adult bookstore one Saturday night, paid my $3 for a token and went upstairs to the gay video booths. I made a quick check, none ot the booths were occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. This was a particular turn on for me because of the added dimension of having an audience and thrill of domination and degradation that that involves.
As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched in the doorway. About 25, tallish and obviously well built even in his windbreaker. I paused, giving him a look and hoping he would make a move. He looked me over and gave me a sidewards nod of his head indicating that I should come closer so he could whisper. Standing as close to him as I dared, he said, "If I stick my cock through the hole, will you suck it?" Of course I said yes quickly and tried to grope between his legs to check him out, but with just enough contact to know that he had an erection, he turned away and quickly made his way to the end booth.
At that time, this place had round holes in the walls between adjacent booths. About 4 inches diameter and at crotch level, they were great for anonymous cocksucking if you didn't mind kneeling, which never stopped me from accepting a good dick.
I crouched down to look through our hole and watched him shuck his windbreaker, then drop his jeans. I wet my lips when I saw his cock, fully erect, maybe 8 inches long, and a nice thickness, with a cut flared head. I dropped to my knees and there it was, poking through the hole. I wasted no time, dropping to my knees and taking his hardness between my lips. He began to make east fucking motions, thrusting his hips toward the warm hole that my my mouth provided. I tried to get in closer so that I could take more of him but the wall prevented that. These glory holes are good for anonymous sex but when I find a good looking, well built stud like this, I always wish that we could get closer.
I backed away and fished out the little brown bottle of Rush that I had bought when I paid for my token. Taking a hit myself, I passed the bottle through the hole and waited for him to do the same. "Yeah", I heard him say before his cock again passed through the opening in the partition. Recharged, I took him in and began sucking and licking along the part of his rod that I could get access to, savoring the slightly salty muskiness of a man's dick and wishing that I could get to the base and maybe give his balls a nice warm tonguing.
Too soon, he pulled his cock back, and his face appeared at the opening in the wall. "Come into my booth, man, you suck good." I hustled in and found him stepping completely out of his jeans. The view through the hole was good, but this was better than any porn film I ever saw. An ample bush surrounded his erection, and two very nicely sized smooth balls held up close in his crotch. What a picture, as I hate those low hangers. He wasted no time, offering me his cock and making little satisfied grunts as I struggled to accept all of him into my throat.
I took another hit and offered him the bottle, which he slipped into his shirt pocket. Now he became more insistent, placing a hand on the back of my head and pumping more aggressively. My own dick was throbbing in my pants and I found myself opening my mouth wide to accept his inward thrusts and pursing my lips tight as he withdrew for his next attack.
His questionnaire said that he was in his late twenties, around six feet tall, and slender swimmers build with good definition. His cock size was not noted other than each person that was interested should come find out for themselves. He did mention that his dick was uncut, and hairy, but other than hair around his dick, he was smooth. We decided to meet at his place.
I bought a dollar token and proceeded into one of the video viewing booths to enjoy some good porn to pass the time. I closed the door but did not lock it just in case someone decided to join me for a while. I had just put the token in when the door opened and a blond haired gentleman stepped in and locked the door.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
That whole thing started on a Saturday afternoon, when I went to visit my friend. I didn't know it at the time, but he, his younger brother and his parents had left early in the morning to go to the beach. The only one at home was Tom, his older bother.
I am a second year physics student at McGill University, I'm 23, 6'2" brown hair and eyes. I had been working out at the university's gym all winter so I developed a great hard body. I took a nice long shower. I like taking bicycle rides. I was enjoying belle Montreal and the weather was so nice.
I have been fucked in many ways, no secrets - enjoyed by many who have come back for more. I enjoy sharing my high sexual drive with a like minded guy. Even though the linen of my pocket it was exiting and so arousing. Although at that particular point in time I had no idea what I was letting myself in for.
My parents and my boyfriends parents were away for the weekend on business. So I invited him over to stay the night. I called him and asked him to come over and he said yes. So we decided to meet in central park and then go back to my place. He was 18, brown hair, a strong build with a amazing cheek bones. He looked like "New face of Abercrombie and Fitch", well the way he dressed.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
At 32, I had become accustomed to familiar surroundings and friends of many years. But, like most other people not being born into wealth, you travel to where you can best earn the most decent living. I hadn't expected so much work to be needed in moving into our new house. The first week in our new home had me doing the typical husband deeds, mostly carpentry and landscaping.
True story from my experiences in a gay sauna. After undressing and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went downstairs for some hardcore cruising. This late 20s well-built black guy catches my eye. I want him, lets see if I can get him to fuck me.
I had just started college and wasn't having a good go at it. So one night I was at the campus library trying to study and had to take a piss real bad and the only bathrooms were in the basement computer lab and the upstairs stacks. I went down to the basement I don't know why I just did. Ive always been pee shy so I chose a stall. That's when I noticed the hole in the wall.
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.
This being Labor Day -- the last weekend of summer -- I decided I ought to get down there or spend all winter kicking myself in the ass for not going! I procrastinated most of the evening, but finally got myself in gear about one in the morning. I got in the car, and after a very quick drive -- I live maybe a half a mile from the place -- I was there.
Found an Adult theater & a couple of bookstores with video booths. One of the bookstores had had some really big booths & several had glory holes. I settled in watch a hot film of several men with one lady, & took a look through the glory hole next to my bench. I saw a guy stroking a real nice medium sized cock. He saw me & moved over so that I could get his cock.
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.
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.
The hot breeze of the evening fanned my face and added to the erotic moment. I daydreamed about our encounter and could almost feel his heat, his body close to mine. That summer, I was getting ready for University and had come up to spend a few days at my folks summer cottage. A little swimming and fishing would rest me up and prepare me for the work ahead.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
I was glad when he paused for another hit on the poppers, because I wanted to make this last and I was afraid that he would shoot his wad too soon. I know that I was getting close to cumming my pants and I hadn't even touched my dick. He hannded me the bottle, and I reached up to whisper, "turn around stud, I want to give you a treat."
He had one of those perfect asses, with plump muscular buns riding high and a deep cleft between them. No hair to be seen anywhere in the rear. I put my nose between his ass cheeks and sniffed some, checking his hygiene and he passed with flying colors. It seems that with all the showers, a jock almost always has a clean hole, and this was a jock for sure. Its also a fact that his asshole has never been penetrated, not even by a tongue. His girlfriend would never do it, its all he can do to get her lips on his dick.
And without fail, they love getting their holes licked. I dont know why, but a top never thinks of his hole as an erogenous until he has had the experience. Reaching between his legs, i stroked his shaft gently and bent it down so that I was able to get the head of his cock back between my lips. Then I went for the gold, spreading his ass cheeks and planting a big wet kiss square on his hole, then easing my tongue into him. Until then, he had been mostly passive but he obviously was turned on to this and showed it by bending over so i could work my tongue into his chute.
"Aw yea dude, wow!
I love feeding my dick to a good cocksucker, but this is the best, keep on making love to my ass, baby, this is fuckin' fantastic." He tookk another hit on the poppers and passed the bottle back to me. By now, I didn't need any more stimulation, but I took 2 deep whiffs and went back to work. After a few licks and kisses his hole was loosening up some. I knew better than to spook him by fingering it so i just concentrated on trying to penetrate his sphincter with my tongue as I pulled his ass cheeks apart with my hands. By now, he was shoving his butt back into my tongue and pounding the partition with his fists. All the time, he was making low grunting sounds but now they were getting louder. My own dick responded, and I longed to take it in hand to get myself off, but since I was so occupied with his ass, I wasn't able to do that.
We were startled by a rap on the door and a voice telling us to feed the video, so I quickly slipped a buck in, hoping to get back to my feast. My man must have had the same urge to get off, though, because now he was standing facing me with his cock in hand and urging me down on him with a hand on the back of my neck. He didn't stop till my nose was in his pubes, then began easy in and out motions which soon became more insistent.
I knew his orgasm was close when he grabbed my skull with both hands and drove his prick into my throat till I thought I was going to gag. No more face fucking now though, he just held me fast on his boner and began to unload his cum down my throat. He must have been saving it for a long time, because it filled my mouth and ran down my cheek. Finally he was finished and pulled out. It was only then that I realized that I had came in my jeans.
I still go back to that place, but I've never seen him again.
The ship was crashing into the swells of the Atlantic heading for home after being at sea for over 45 days. It was impossible to sleep, almost impossible to stay in your rack. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours in the dimly lit berthing area, I crawled out of my rack, put on my navy blue jeans and headed up the ladder.
Left about five minutes ago" "Did he say where?" The coach and his wife laughed. It was a stupid question, after all we were driving across the desert, on three sides of the motel was flat rocky sand and knee high shrub so if Luke'd gone that way you'd have to be blind not to see him. That left the half-assed rocky hill across the interstate. The desert sucked.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
It's the place to be when your feeling nasty! Last Saturday around midnight, I was buzzed just the right amount and was horny as Hell. I drove over to the health club on the east side and upon pulling into the parking I noticed a lot of cars, meaning hot action! I pushed the buzzer to enter and finally the door opened to let me in. I say men off in the distance looking me over.
I started into the gay scene by looking for men on the Internet. After I found Tom I went to his place. I walked into his apartment. He meant me in the kitchen. We moved into the living room where he put on a CD and lit some candles. We sat down together and talked a little with some touching. Tom then leaned over and kissed me. This was my first kiss. Before he took it into his warm mouth.
It seems that the largest cities only have a few adult bookstores and the city Fathers, in all of there wisdom, had the stores take the doors off the booths, cover the gloryholes, and install video surveillance. Bummer. We have to go to L. A. or S. F. We would come to my house after school, before my parents came home and suck each other for what seemed like hours at a time.
I had been warned that one of them was the teenage son of a wealthy Turkish magnate who was formerly a member of the now defunct royal family and I was to be very deferential to them all. When I got to the terminal I went straight to the Airline Information Desk and checked the status of the flight and told them who I was collecting.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
How the hell did he let himself get all out of shape? It is bad enough being gay at 63, but being gay and fat is a death knell. So he bit the bullet and headed for the YMCA. What a great facility. The only downside was that the boys had their own locker room. That was okay because Denny didn't like the idea of being behind bars. The trainer agreed and they planned a workout schedule.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
one reason because i had to use the bathroom, second reason because i wanted to read the sex writing on the walls an inside the stalls. it was obvious that men were having sex here an sucking eachothers cocks, cause there was date an times, an request, an phone numbers written everywhere.
Ya'know during the summer you can stay out in the fields til about 10 or so. Daddy had gone into town with Momma: They wouldn't be back until after midnight. I decided to go swimming in the pond that was about a quarter of a mile out in the field. I asked Jimmy, who's my best friend, to come along (you always swim with a partner in case you get into trouble).
I was 22 years old, light brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10, and weighed 165. It was a Saturday night in July and I was oh so horny. I made my way to the bathhouse on Halsted. After I found a parking spot, I entered the front door. The line was long, as usual for a Saturday night. There were no rooms available so I settled for a locker. I got my key and towel and was buzzed in.
It was a small town movie house, the only one in town. A local family ran it, two elderly sisters, one middle aged brother. By this time the theater wasn't for first line movies. these you had to go to see two towns over, but they did still show double headers of good movies. This incident happened on the first night I went there.
He used to be in this club of 4 hot guys that I first noticed hanging out together around campus. They took the same classes, stayed in rooms that were close to each other and ate meals together. One was a freshman with straight, jet-black hair that fell perfectly in strands over his face down to his cheeks. He was about 5'9", partially Hispanic I guess, 130 pounds and looks younger than 18.
It was hot, humid and sticky, and all I wanted to do was stay home in the air conditioning. . . so naturally, a friends have to invite me over for a party. I tried to get out of it, but it didn't work, and by mid-afternoon, I was wandering around Jim and Helen's "estate" out on the Island. Jim was a friend of mine from school who "made it big.
It was obvious it was one of thousands that had been mostly left to rot when the interstate passed it by. No self-service in this place. Matter of fact, I was beginning to think there was no service at all when a sleepy looking dude in baggy overalls shuffled toward the car.
It was about 2 in the morning, and I hadn't had any luck with the schmoes at the bar, so I decided to see if there was any cruising action going on at a local park. As I headed towards my car in the lot, I caught a glimpse of a white Mercedes sedan pulling in. Inside was the hottest black guy I'd ever laid eyes on. If I turned around now and went back in, it would be too obvious it was for him.
My name is Zane I am a 26 yo well hung white male with lot's of dark silky body hair, full head of black hair ( when not shaved or clipped short), 6' tall, 175#, muscular and handsome 7 1/2 uncut. I love to play with hair, shaving, buzz cuts. He said a friend would be over for a flat top and some body trimming the next night. I stripped and took John's place in the chair.
The Berlin wall had fallen and the USSR had broken into smaller republics. And the Russian Republic's economy was in tatters. All of this had led my company to send me to Moscow to seek out business opportunities. I had been in the capital for a number of weeks when I had the adventure I recount for you. It was a sweltering July afternoon.
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