I am married. The wife has no clue how strong my need to get a certain itch scratched by another man with a hard on. I get so hard my knees get weak thinking about getting laid by a man.
I have only a few gay friends, but they are intense for me because we also have sex. I was going over to see Gary. He is in an open gay relationship. Every time I go over there, I pet the dog, say hello to his partner, then go down to the basement with Gary. I sometimes think I should let Gary's partner do whatever he likes to do to me as a way of saying thanks for letting Gary fuck me in the ass. I don't recall Gary's partner's name, how impolite.
We decided to set up this session as a debate: is homosexual sex an act of aggression and rape, or is it an act of love? All kinds of male animals compete like crazy to get girl cunt. Rams charge head to head, there is all kinds of fighting and bluffing. I took the position that anal sex was the form of sexual combat, one man dominating the other enough to fuck him. Homosexual rape for the winner, the loser gets to wank off to his virility. Gary took the other side. He makes love to other men. He listens what his partner needs, which happens to often be aggressive, and delivers to the pleasure of both men in heat.
I am very aware of my body as I descend into the basement. My body remembers the kissing, being naked here, fondled, sucking cock, getting rimmed for the longest time, getting fucked, and cumming, lots of cum. Gary was able to make more cum flow out of my balls than the wife. We play with it when we are done, celebrating all that man seed. Gary is a nice guy, will hold you after the shots that are heard all around the bed (perhaps upstairs).
I always take a shower before having sex with a man. Butts were made for dumping, not for sex, so I want to make sure its primary role is not so obvious. Sex is aggressive, all guys are good at that part, yet it is difficult to also be polite. I view a fresh shower, so fresh there is still water on the skin, to be part of good sextiquette. As important, it gets me ready for it all, whatever it all turns out to be, because I am naked, wet, and get a chance to play with both my balls and a-hole. Gary has already taken his shower, so he is just watching, a big grin on his face.
I turn away from that smile, which I suspect gets a little broader. I've been told by many men who have stood looking from where Gary was, that I have a cute ass. Each glute cheek is small, firm, little hair, and should you message them, gets me to moan because it is all connected to my brown man-love button. I drop my pants, and bend at the waist to step out of my trousers, but more to give Gary a very clear look at my anus. My hole can feel that he is looking right at it - he is a gay man that wants to fuck ass.
Still bent over, I say to him, "You want to homosexually rape me." I tighten my hole to end the sentence.
He was an adult now and he wanted to celebrate his new adulthood. He could now finally buy liquor and frquent adult establishments. For years as a teen, he'd browsed out the car window at the porno shops and adult theatres as the family drove by. The boy walked into the aging building.
We have a leather couch that we sit on naked all the time. We were sitting there in our underwear and watching tv. My balls hang so low that they hang out of my underwear and sometime lie against the leather of our couch. It is cold and soft and feels great. Mike saw my balls hanging out of my underwear and I could see him getting an erection. He smiled at me and pulled off my underwear.
Did for me too. We had free Disney channel last weekend and so I caught an English Import. Dickens' "Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe". Hadn't seen it since when I was a kid, but it kindled memories. Ones I'd kept on the back-burner. Like that time I walked into that little boutique in San Rafael, with the unusual merchandise:I'd recieved their flyer. Green flourescent paper, Ugly Black Type.
I suggested calling the salon to see if their massage therapist is there on Saturday's. I was in luck, they were there and on the weekends the therapist is a male. I am 36 years old, an ex-athlete who did not keep working out after college. I weigh about 265 lbs with a beer belly stomach. The therapist came out and called me back at 10:01. I followed him into the room.
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.
I had worked hard when I went to university immediately following school, and the results showed when I graduated from the best establishment with the highest distinctions, and Honours in most of my subjects. In fact, I had been the outstanding student that year. Also I had been asked to join the bridge club, which was indeed an honour, and I found that I enjoyed this mind game.
We met at a friends apartment, put down a plastic tarp and went over the rules. It would be an erotic oil first-to-cum-loses wrestling match, we would use any means to force the other man to shoot first. I chose a white thong to wear which barely contained my swelling 8" cut cock.
A busy day of studying and a tonne of assignments had set my schedule back a couple of hours. I try to go at least once a week, just as a plain stress reliever and to tone up and look great. I guess you could say I'm a pretty fit person at 20. I played sports, became a lifeguard three years ago and just enjoyed being active as oppose to slaving over my pile of homework on residence.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
Whatever it is about them, they are the one thing that can make a long, boring highway drive more interesting and exciting. Of course, some are much better than others. The best ones are the old places with plenty of holes in them to see your neighbor. The first stall is the one I always take.
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 mean it was in the bottom of the 9th inning and the girl next to me was standing and cheering and her breasts were swinging like crazy. She turned and hugged me as the game winning ball sailed over the fence and she giggled and squealed as she rubbed those tits into my tee shirt. My cock was bulging in my shorts and she just laughed and gave it a good squeeze.
He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen. It was then I realized I was staring at him.
There was a one other time I played with Skylar, the young guy who was on his way over to my loft. It was a couple of months earlier, and he had joined another friend of mine and me in a hot three-way. The two young guys were both bottoms and I took turns pounding both of them safely. But that's not the story I'm telling today. This is a true story about a one-on-one session I had with Skye.
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...
"I do!" Gary said. I almost considered that a point for my team, but Gary did not advance from where he was leaning on a doorway.
Still bent over, in my low voice, I said "I have to get everything clean". I sucked on a finger like a cock, getting it full of saliva, and reached back to my exposed asshole. I ran small circles around the edge, getting my hips to sway. I could tell Gary's hand was on his own cock, and he was playing with himself enjoying the joys of an awakening cock. I let my middle finger stop right on the hole, and pressed in. We both caught our breathe together. Damn, point for Gary. I stood up, but kept my hand on my ass crack. It feels good, and it feels better because Gary was watching.
I step over into the shower, leaving the curtain open, happy to give Gary views. I use excessive amounts of soap, enjoying the feeling of being slick. I raise an arm and scrub my pit vigorously. I catch myself thinking of Gary licking my pit, part of his man making love to another man plan, and I realize I want him to lick my pit, so open, manly. With his weight on me, he kisses me as men who are somewhere in the middle of hot sex do. Lathered my other pit the same way, the same thoughts, and I knew Gary was winning the debate, leaning against the door messaging his cock, and watching me get lost in explicit homo-erotic thoughts.
My cock was flying at half staff, happy to be soaped up. My balls where is full motion inside the sack, and enjoyed all the slick soap. I must admit, it was my back door that pleaded loudest for soap. Before I was even aware of it, my asshole had invited a finger in. It slid in so easily, I worried about what kind of slut I was becoming in this shower.
I thought again about Gary eating my pits, and I wanted to make sure the finger wasn't an accident, it was a clear homosexual act, so I pushed in another finger. That caused me to moan, things were happening with my tail, and there was no stopping it, just riding it. I usually don't go this far, but I was going with it, and let a third finger go in. I know it means my hole is open enough for cock. I took a big gulp of air, and took the fingers out, made sure there was no soap on my body, and turned the water off.
Gary, being a nice guy, had left the towel out for me. I picked it up, and asked, "Could you dry me off?"
"Sure!" He looked both happy to do the job and horny. You might say that none of his touches were sexual, but he was touching me everywhere, and I wanted him to touch me everywhere. Homosensual? Our bodies were learning to make contact with each other everywhere. The skin felt good all over, I was relaxed. I could see his erection had gone full, but I was dry now, so he took me by the hand and lead me to the bed room. I felt a rush of sentimentalism, the way he held my hand as we were off to the king size bed, a manly platform for man to man sex. He indicated that I should get under the covers.
That was kind of odd, since I clearly was ready for sex, all naked and clean, but I trusted Gary. I was on my side, facing away from him. He spooned me, his chest against my back, my tail in his crotch. My butthole was looking for his cock, that's why it was wiggling. He held me and lightly stroked me, stopping at my nipples for a little pinch. I purred to let him know I was enjoying myself. He lifted my arm and started to lick my pit. He did see me in the shower. Today, my arm pit was my hyper erotic body part and now Gary was giving it full loving attention
He put his lips next to my ear, "I will make love to you... by raping you." Not sure who wins with that line, but it was as if gas had been spilled on my ass and lit fire. I ground my but against his pelvis, my hole, all on it own, trying to give an open target for a bareback fuck. Both Gary and I play safe, yet my cunt was looking to be a loose bitch. Gary kept repeating words in my ear, "Man love... rape". The way my legs had spread open, he knew he could, and those words, "man love... rape", kept me trying to think in my sexual daze. I twisted out of the spoon, and got him on top of me, we were locked in a passionate kiss. As his tongue was deep down my throat because I wanted him in deep, I figured it out: making love between two men can be aggressive, in fact, is better when it is aggressive. Rape equals consensual ravaging.
Now I know, we usually do lots of other things, from blow jobs to rim jobs, but my sexual epiphany put me in a different mood.
I pushed him off me, and looked him in the eye. "Get your hard cock in my man pussy. Let's make man love."
Nice guy that Gary was, his animal brain took over, and he had the condom on in no time, gave me a four finger lube salute. There should be a rule in the gay sex community that no anal sex happens until one man gets four fingers in, then all men would know they could bottom for another man. Sexual knowledge is sexual power.
Gary and I know this, that is why we have fucked each other. Now there he was, man perched to slide into tight man cunt. I love making those little adjustments together, trying to find that alignment, so he can press in, and like a good little expectant bitch, I wait for his cock head to press in. No one ever talks at that time, the first time the cockhead gets past the tight sphincter, but if you are kissing, like Gary and I were kissing when it happened, then you both know through the kiss. It is awkward to kiss then, but worth the strains.
Gary waits, knowing that first thrust can hurt. It takes time to relax, Gary waits more. As we wait, and make out, I am starting to feel this man love thing is changing, from man love to Gary making love to me, and with that, I shift my tail to grab more cock. I really want it all, all the way in, to feel his manly balls against my firm bubble butt. That has to be such a sight, his cock all the way in my ass! I reach down to my cock , which is a bit overwhelmed by all this, at half staff, but feeling amazing, so full of this man. A few strokes and it is hard. I want to cum BIG for Gary who is making love to me like men do to men, my breathing gets deep, the moans low, he knows I am going to blow, and he knows it will be a big one.
"Agghhhh!" Spasm, and cum jets out of my cock, hitting both Gary and me and the pillow beyond. But I want to work this one deep into the count, and hug Gary as the eighth, ninth spasms wear down. Gary is still fucking me, and although it doesn't usually happen after blowing my wad, this time I still wanted him to fuck me. I pinch my butt hole down. I looked him in the eye, "hard cock in man pussy". He pick up his pace. I took cum from my chest, and spread a little on his lips.
"Man fucker", I flexed my arms and flat gut. He was building to blow, and I put some cum on his nipples.
"Agghhhh!" I could feel his spasms with my hole. His breathing eventually calmed down. Being polite, he was starting to withdraw.
"No, let's keep it in. It feels more homosexual that way, like we really made love, man to man, this time." We kissed again, he let his weight go, so the only thing between us with my cum.
Eventually he slipped out. Eventually I did take another shower (after a post-fucking rim job). Eventually I did get on my way.
I lost the argument, we did make love. It was not the love of a life time. Gary is still with his partner, I am with mine. For a few hours, Gary and I did connect at a deeper level than most people ever do, man to man by man in man. All I have to do is touch my man love button, and the balls start stirring up good memories of homosexual ravaging.
First I would go to a few topless bars and get turned on by the girating, sexy girls. I am bisexual, but women are so much harder to have sex with on a moment's notice, and they usually want to get "involved," so I found it easier to just play with my fellow men, so to speak.
First let me describe myself. I am 5 11 155 lbs 18 years old runners build and a 7 cut cock. My parents took me first to France to see Paris. So hear I am on a subway train riding it through Paris with this nicer looking adult male behind me who has been checking me out the whole ride and moving closer and closer to me. he than pulls my shorts down just enough to access my crack and my hot hole.
He is Brazilian. He is about 5 11" 170 lbs, has light curly brown hair and a thin swimmers built. He is very educated and exteremely sexy. I am 5 10 165 lbs, brn/brown eyes Im Italian and we are both 24 years old. I am completely straight acting and am very closest. I think he is the same way. We started to go to lunch together , took a computer class together and started to hang out.
He loves boots: his boots and the boots worn by other bootmen. He's also a bottom, feeling that his place in the world is on the ground servicing other men's boots. He's your average guy, 5' 10" about 180 pounds, short cropped hair, seven inch cock and in his 40's. He's also a member of several boot groups on the internet.
thinking of the day that has just passed. I feel empty now, not emotionally, but physically, and want someone to fill me again. And again and again. well, you get the picture! How did I get to this point? Well, I guess that it has been going on for a while now. It all started a few months ago when I started having more and more thoughts of what it would be like to have sex with another man.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
I am a graduate student in a university located in a major metropolitan area. I'm 24 years old, I would say I'm fairly good- looking, and I work out regularly. The guy I'm going to talk about next didn't turn out to be my boyfriend, but he is surely the most gorgeous guy I have ever met, and the sex we had were, oh,. The swift movements of his muscular legs and arms evoked energy and power.
I had been chatting with this hot horny Latino stud. We organized to meet. I'm a mid 40's guy, good looking with buzz cut hair and a perpetual 3 day growth. 5" 10" about 156lbs good body smooth chest and a thick 8" cut cock. I am top and the city is packed with eager bottoms. He was even hotter in real life.
Scott was a slutty top guy. One day they met online and quickly decided they should meet up and fuck. They decided to be sluts together and have sex with each other all the time. David was 25 and the perfect bottom boy. Hot bubble butt, sexy dimples, short and cute with a great smile and an amazing mouth with BJ lips. A guy everyone wanted to fuck and most did. Scott was tall and handsome.
No apologies, no shame, no closets for Bobby. I knew all of this from across the bar, just looking at him, watching him talk to his friends. I had to meet him, even just talk to him for a few minutes, I was drawn to him. He was cute in a feminine sort of a way, pretty, almost childlike in his innocence....
He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home.
He picked me up hitchhiking, and I knew from the moment that I slid onto the seat why he had picked me up. I was returning from visiting my girlfriend at college. He was cruising for boys. I knew because of his eyes. They were wide open, as if they saw everything about me, but behind them there was only lust and begging. As soon as I he looked at me, I knew that I would let him.
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.
I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men's cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have "cheated" and had sex with men.
Although not a gay bar the pub had the reputation of being tolerant towards the gay community and I had thought that as this was Friday night, with no work tomorrow, there would be more action, but there seemed to be little going on tonight.
He was determined to find the evidence he needed to prove Rex was the Salem Stalker. As he entered Rex's bedroom he began to tear it apart. Concentrating on his search, Shawn did not hear a freshly showered Rex enter the room. "What the fuck are you doing Shawn?" A surprised Shawn turned to face his towel wearing rival.
You know the kind, full of old blenders and second hand clothing. The pay was good even if you did have to deal with a few weirdoes once in a while. Most of the customers were low-income and minorities looking to make the most of their money. Some were better off with good jobs and just looking for bargains or hidden treasures. I liked flirting with the ladies that came through.
I was 19 then, and I'm 6'1" tall, weigh 175, have brownish-blond hair and green eyes. I've got a muscular build, and I'm smooth, so I suppose I have what's called a "swimmer's build. Sherry doesn't really fit into the story, as you'll see, but her brother does, so let me describe him to you. His name was Gary and he was a couple of years older than me - I think he was 23.
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