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A Man’s World
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I got married at an early age, 21; to the only woman I had ever fucked who was 19 at the time. She went to work after college to support us while I finished my university degree.
At her work she quickly made friends, one of whom was a gay man about 35. We didn’t socialize together but we did share a freezer order of beef. It was my job to pick up the beef and going to Larry’s house split it up evenly, giving him his share to put in his freezer.
This was the first time I would have ever been close to someone I knew was gay and I was interested in seeing what he was like.
“Ok, not much choice I guess. By the way which floor do you live on?” I responded.
With a sheepish smile Larry said, “The eighth. Sorry.”
God, I thought to myself, I’m going to be wiped when we get there. I was not very athletic and though I wasn’t at all overweight I knew my stamina wasn’t great. This flashed through my mind as we started trudging up 16 flights of stairs. After about 10 minutes I was beginning to puff and I could hear Larry with a slight wheeze in his breathing.
“Everything ok Larry?” I asked.
“Thanks Sandy, I like it and so does Dick,” Larry replied.
“Who is Dick?” I asked.
“Well he’s my partner; you did know I was gay right?”
“Of course, Jackie told me that and I have to tell you it doesn’t make any difference to me.”
“Great,” Larry replied. “Dick doesn’t live here he just comes over for dinner and maybe stays the night a couple of times a week.” A sudden vision of two men having sex flashed through my mind as Larry described his relationship.
“Tell me Larry, what’s it like?”
We only have sex at most once a week at most and it’s usually only every two weeks.
I can’t stand it, I feel like my balls are going to explode so I just have to jerk off. Jackie doesn’t like it, won’t watch me doing it and leaves the room when I start!”
“And what turns you on when you stroke yourself Sandy?” Larry persisted.
“Well most of the time I’m thinking about having sex with Jackie
I happened to glance over at Larry’s crotch and was surprised to see that he had a very large bulge in his pants.
“So tell me Larry, what’s it like having sex with a man?” I repeated, guess the beer was loosening me up.
“Well Sandy, it’s different than being with a woman. I have to admit that I’ve only ever had a pussy once and that was on a dare but sex with a man is a mix of strong passion and tenderness. The real truth is that only a man knows how to please a man. You hear stories and maybe you’ve seen stag films about women sucking men off and the men loving it right?”
“All this talk about sex has gotten you turned on hasn’t it Sandy?”
I nodded my head, my face flushing with embarrassment.
“Why don’t you masturbate here? If you feel uncomfortable then I’ll masturbate along with you.” Larry said.
Why not, I thought to myself. I mean two guys masturbating, what harm could come from that?
“Sure, ok, have you got any Kleenex?” I responded.
Sitting back I began to stroke my cock all the while I was looking at Larry’s cock. For his part Larry was doing exactly the same.
“You have a very nice shaped cock Sandy,” Larry said.
“Thanks Larry, you too.”
“Thanks, but your’s is bigger and thicker than mine Sandy.”
“Not that much Larry, maybe just a bit, but thanks.” I was enjoying this; I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone, at least anyone who cared to watch
He produced 4 or 5 thick jets of semen, nothing to be ashamed about I thought to myself. When he was finished he gathered it on his fingers then sucked them clean.
Wow, I thought to myself, I’ve never done that – it’s hot! Larry had cleaned all of the semen off of his stomach and was sitting there with a satisfied look on his face.
I was still shooting ropes of semen onto my stomach and looking down I thought, I’ll never be able to clean myself up like that, there’s too much. When the last spray of cum had landed on me I stopped stroking my cock.
“Holy cow Sandy, that’s the most semen I’ve ever seen!” Larry admitted.
“I don’t think I can clean it all up Larry, like you did, there’s too much.” I did take a palmful of semen off of my stomach and chest and licked it tentatively. Not bad, very creamy and slightly salty I thought as I proceeded to lick my hand clean. “This is nice tasting Larry,” I said.
Larry smiled brightly, his face lit up and his cock strained in his hand. “Do you mean it?”
Growling a positive reply I stepped forward and put my hard cock directly in his face.
“Does this look like I’m kidding. Suck me Larry, make me cum too,” I commanded him.
Larry wasted no time in moving forward onto his knees, taking my cock in his mouth and beginning to stroke his own swollen member.
I started to cum and as I did he also sprayed semen on the carpet before him.
I had just cum but I was still able to fill his waiting mouth twice with semen. He swallowed hungrily, like a man introduced to food after a long fast. He licked my cock head clean, stroking the shaft to get the last drops of semen from it.
“Thank you Sandy,” Larry beamed.
“No thank you Larry, I’m glad you liked it. I enjoyed having you suck me a lot.” We calmed down, dressed ourselves and sat back on the chairs grinning.
“So now do you know what sex with a man is like?” Larry asked laughing.
He had short hair, piercing blue eyes and while not muscular in build was nicely shaped – for a man that is.
Taking my hand he shook it with a firm handshake, “Hi Sandy, good to finally meet you,” he said.
I returned the pleasantries and we headed out into the parking lot to get the beef. We had previously agreed on sizes of portions so it was really only a job of counting out 50% of each cut and gathering Larry’s into two of the boxes. We each grabbed one and headed back inside.
“Sandy, we’re having problems with our elevators and the maintenance company is working on them. I’m afraid we’ll have to walk up,” Larry told me.
He retrieved two beers and we collapsed into chairs in his living room. Silence reigned for a few minutes as we savoured the first sips of ice cold beer and regained normal heart and breathing rates.
I glanced around Larry’s condo and he sure had a good sense for decorating. Everything seemed to have been selected for its effect on the room, and everything was top quality. Not at all like our place which still had that newlywed student second hand look to it.
“You’ve got a very nice place here Larry, I like all of your decorating,” I complemented him.
“No she doesn’t, she doesn’t like sucking on me and she definitely doesn’t like the taste of semen. When I cum in her, she jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom to flush out her vagina,” I answered.
Larry nodded knowingly. “So do you masturbate a lot? And what turns you on when you stroke yourself?” he asked.
Now I was getting really embarrassed but I nodded “Yes I probably masturbate every day we don’t have sex.
Larry gasped involuntarily as he sucked in his breath.
“Wow Sandy, that’s a lot, believe me. I know how much I cum and I certainly know how much Dick cums and neither of us cum that much. You should be proud,” Larry complimented.
“I can’t be very proud when all Jackie wants to do is to get rid of it from her pussy Larry,” I stated.
All this talk about sex, masturbation and cumming was having its effect on me. I noticed my cock had gotten semi-hard and was beginning to bulge out the front of my jeans
“Do you only suck each other Larry,” I asked. I was intrigued by the image that his description evoked.
“No Sandy, we do have anal sex as well. Your anus is much tighter than a woman’s vagina and she can’t control the muscles like you can with your rectum. Also the feel of hot semen pouring or spraying into you from a hard cock is out of this world, you really have to feel it to appreciate it.”
Now I was rock hard at all of this talk, I hadn’t masturbated yet today and I was getting very turned on. Larry noticed my firm erection and took the initiative.
Then I undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. I drew both my jeans and underwear down to my ankles and sat back legs spread wide. My cock was rock hard and glistened with the sheen of pre-cum at the tip. I took my cock between my thumb and index finger then wrapped the rest of my right hand around the shaft. With my left hand I lightly stroked and squeezed my balls. I looked across to Larry and saw that he was doing the same as I was.
Having someone tell me to cum was like flicking a switch, I had an instant need to cum. I groaned, thrust my hips in the air as I stroked my cock wildly.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming Larry,” I growled. I began to shoot stream after stream of hot white cum onto my stomach, my chest and as far as my neck and chin.
My God, I’m turned on I thought as I felt my essence pour forth from my cock. Looking over at Larry I saw that he had also arrived at orgasm and was ejaculating semen onto his stomach.
“Hmmmm, this tastes nice Sandy.” he said in a breathy raspy voice.
In no time he had me all cleaned up and sat back with a satisfied look on his face. I also noticed that his cock was very hard again.
“Did that turn you on Larry?” I asked with a smile on my face.
“Yes very much. I think that I’ll have to masturbate again to relieve the pressure.”
At the thought of what we did and how it affected him and me I was stiff again as well. I stood up thinking to myself, I’ve gone this far let’s see what else there is.
“Why don’t you suck on my cock while you stroke yourself Larry.”
“Mmmmm, that feels nice Larry,” I moaned.
Larry realizing the effect he was having on me decided that he would be able to benefit from this exercise after all and became earnest in his cock sucking. I could feel my cock head begin to flare and bulge as it always did before I came.
“I’m going to cum Larry,” I warned him. He pulled me partially out of his mouth so only the head was on his tongue, no doubt to be able to taste my semen.
I picked up the meat, already cut packaged and frozen at a local farm butcher and went to Larry’s condo apartment. “Ring, ring” went the lobby phone as I called up to let him know I was here. “Larry, it’s Sandy,” I said as he answered.
“Can you come down to the lobby? We’ll separate the meat in the trunk and I’ll help you carry your share back upstairs.”
“Ok, I’ll be right down,” was the reply. “Hmmm” he doesn’t sound ‘gay’ I thought. Larry breezed into the lobby and I was struck by how good looking he was
“Sure Sandy, just a little out of breath, only one more flight to go though, I’ll make it,” he replied. We crested the last flight and entered the hallway carrying our boxes which felt suspiciously like they had gained 50% in weight since we started the climb.
“Whew, glad you weren’t on the 15th. Larry,” was all I could croak out. We entered Larry’s apartment and he quickly dumped all of the meat into his apartment-sized freezer.
“I’ll sort it out later Sandy,” he said. “Do you want a drink?”
“Sure, a beer if you’ve got any,” I replied.
“What’s what like Sandy?” replied Larry, he was playing a little dumb and wanted me to spell it out.
“What is it like to be with a man, sexually I mean,” I stammered in response.
“I’ve only ever had sex with Jackie and of course I masturbate as well. She isn’t really into sex all that much.”
I knew that I was blushing at talking about the intimate details of my own sex life even though I had just asked him to tell me about his.
“Well Sandy does Jackie ever go down on you? Suck your cock I mean,” Larry asked.
I dream about having her suck on my cock and about cumming in her mouth. Sometimes I’ll think about going down on her, she’s only let me do that once since we got married. Usually I cum at the same point as in my fantasy.”
“Do you cum a lot Sandy?” Larry asked. I was quite uncomfortable now with this line of questioning, I wanted to hear about his sex life not tell about my own.
“Yes, I guess, I mean I don’t have anything to compare it to you see. I’d guess that I cum about half a cup.”
I nodded my head.
“But it really takes a man to know how to please a man. When you masturbate you know which spots on your penis are the most sensitive right, the head and the edge of the head as well as the spot where the head attaches to the shaft right?”
I nodded again.
“Well a man knows that and gives his male partner just exactly what feels right to him. I’ve never had as strong an orgasm by masturbating as when Dick is pleasing me Sandy.”
“Just open your shirt so that you cum on your stomach. I’ll get something to clean you up after.” Larry unbuttoned his shirt, laying open to a stomach that was nearly hairless but very firm and well tanned. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees, they were followed by his underwear in short order. He sat there in his chair with a hard cock standing proudly up in the air.
I, more hesitantly, also opened my shirt and pulled it aside (When I cum I really shoot my load!)
Jackie would walk into the bedroom when I was jerking myself off and would say “Ugh” turn around and leave until I had cum and cleaned up.
All of this attention was having an affect on me, I was starting to jerk my cock faster, I was holding onto it more firmly and the pre-cum had now flowed out to coat most of the red bulging head. “Larry, I’m not sure I can hold it much longer.”
“Neither can I,” gasped Larry in reply. “Why don’t you cum now and I’ll cum too,” he suggested
“Yes it is Sandy, could you get used to that? Can you clean all of it up?” Larry asked.
“I guess I could get used to it but if Jackie ever came in and saw me licking my own cum up I think she’d freak. I’ll have to make sure she isn’t around when I do it. I don’t think I can clean it all up there’s too much,” I answered.
“Well, I don’t want to seem too forward but would you like me to help Sandy?” Larry offered in a hopeful voice. “I wouldn’t want to see all of that lovely semen go to waste,” he continued.
“Sure, I guess, but I’m not asking you to suck on me or anything. I’m not gay Larry.”
With a broad smile across his face Larry replied, “Sure Sandy, I know that and I’m only interested in helping you clean up.”
Larry came across the carpet to me and knelt between my legs. He began to lick the pools and rivulets of semen off of my stomach and chest. All the while he was nearly purring like a cat
I was surprised at how soft, warm and wet his mouth was and noticed in appreciation that he was taking all of my cock into his mouth and throat
I was buried completely in his face in no time and he began to suck up and down my cock as he stroked his own cock in time. Larry applied varying pressure with his lips and tongue to arouse me further. He gently ran his tongue around the under edge of my cock head and flicked it across the sensitive flap that joined head and shaft.
“Yes, it’s hot, gentle and incredibly arousing Larry,” I replied. “Can we do this again, maybe on a regular basis?” I asked.
“Sure, but you may have to reciprocate next time,” Larry answered; the warning clearly meant that I would have to suck his cock.
“I think that would be fine with me Larry,” I replied. “Can I see you next week?”
If you enjoyed this, if it made you cum then stay tuned for more of my adventures in gay sex. This is a true story and represents my first homosexual experience….
END
Leather Men
Story
So maybe I should try to start at the beginning. This has been quite an evolution. But it didn’t happen over night. It’s been a lifetime getting to where I am now.
I first noticed faggots and how useful they could be around middle school.
I grew up in West Los Angeles. By eight grade I was already a head taller than most of the boys in my class.
I was not the captain of the football team type, but I was the kind of Alpha that is probably unique to
Southern California.
I love girls. And women. And Iconsider myself a mostly straight dominant alpha to this day.
Butthat’s not what this story is about. This story is about me and you.
You know who you are. Faggots.
Because I was a surfer and skater, I wasn’t on any teams.
But there were always a ton of boys hanging around me. Wanting to impress me.
Wanting to be my friend.
After all, we were teenage boys. We didn’t talk about much. Then one morning the beach was particularly empty.
Once we threw the board in my pickup truck, I just sat on the edge of the truck for a minute.
“Man, Have you ever surfed?” I asked David.
“Um… no. I don’t think it’s really for me…”
“What, are you scared?”
His face turned beet red and I knew he definitely was but he still was ateen boy and he knew he shouldn’t admit that.
He was raised by a single mom who was always out of the house, a little bungalow right there in Venice. So, we started to drive there every morning. As soon as we got inside he knew to get on his knees.
I was starting to learn exactly what I liked from girls blowing me. But I respected girls too much to tell them what to do or get dominant with them.
That wasn’t the case with David.
“Look up at me while you suck,” I would say.
Do you faggot readers think he did? Of course he did.
The evolution continued because I was too smart to keep this only about sex. I really did have muscle aches after surfing and it really was nice to have a faggot carry my board.
I began to expect the massage every time. Pretty soon, I realized David was better at school than me so he was doing my homework and writing my book reports
The thing about Mikey was that he was rich as fuck. He didn’t live in Venice. He lived in Pacific Palisades. He didn’t have an allowance. He had his mommy’s credit card.
Pretty soon he was buying me a new skateboard, a BMX bike, and Air Jordan’s.
Each new purchase made me feel even better than when I came on these faggots faces.
I never drank or did drugs throughout high school or college. I didn’t need to. This was my high.
I put up an OnlyFans out of boredom during the pandemic and I literally had to shut it down for tax purposes.
Just one video of me telling my OnlyFans what faggot cocksuckers they were would put me in another tax bracket. It wasn’t even worth the time it took to set up the lighting.
I don’t use the app Task Rabbit. I use my Task Faggots. I have a faggot to repaint my house.
The Story of Master Tom
Subs? Well, you know deep down who you are and what you need. You can
write SLAVE FOR MASTER TOMMY in the subject line. You might get my
attention.
Be good little faggots and donate to Nifty as well.
This is my first story on Nifty. I have a lot to share about just how
crazy my life has gotten here in Los Angeles. It will sound unbelievable
to some, I am sure of that.
I was a strapping, muscular blond and I dominated the beach as a surfer and Venice Beach as a skateboarder.
I had a golden tanned and perfect body and I soon realized, the biggest cock in school.
Around me, the girls acted like they would for the most popular boy band in the world or Justin Bieber.
They threw themselves at me as soon as we all hit puberty. And that was great
I didn’t really give him an option to say no. I observed that he was
actually delighted to serve me in this way. From that morning on, he appeared whenever I decided I’d had enough.
He took my board from me without asking and lugged it across the beach. He was so much smaller than me and I knew it was heavy and he was struggling.
That just gave me more pleasure, to be honest. It went on like this for weeks. Without discussion or acknowledgement of it.
Why not see what I could get that was useful out of this kid.
He was too scared to say anything but he stood up behind me on the truck and started to rub.
“Like this?” he asked.
“You gotta rub harder than that, boy.”
Honestly, it was not long after that that he was sucking my cock regularly. That’s how it usually worked for me with girls, so that was just the natural progression.
I didn’t see myself as gay, but the kid was as hairless and cute as any girl.
“You’re gonna take all my cum like a really good little faggot, aren’t you?”
“Swallow it, SLAVE!”
I think I was one of the few teenagers that never really masturbated. Either I was fucking some girl, or I was cumming down David’s throat or all over his face. There was no cum left to spare.
One day I decided to make David strip down and put on one of his Mom’s bras and blow me on her bed. Just because I wanted to see if I could make him do it.
Pretty soon they were both serving me. I had them both on their knees and took turn fucking each of their mouths.
They clearly liked that too much, so soon I decided to force David to take it up the ass for me. He
was terrified and didn’t want to do it at first.
But his friend Mikey held him down and encouraged him. He ended up loving it of course. Having a full body orgasm.
“Call me MASTER TOMMY” I said as I came deep inside him. He never called me anything else.
Soon Mikey was begging me to duck his ass too.
I still have never masturbated in my life.
Masturbation is for losers like you.
I live in Los Angeles. Whenever I want to cum, I have literally hundreds of faggots on my phone who are willing to come by at my convenience, suck my cock and pay me for the privilege.
This is all not to mention my online slaves.
But really, I don’t have to work. I don’t have to be writing this for Nifty except it’s amusing to me. I was born a fucking God with a huge cock. But what really makes me special is that I know how to use faggots. That is my
true gift. And any faggot that has been lucky enough to be used by me has showered me with adoration… and anything else I want. You all know deep down
your purpose in life is to serve a superior Alpha. You all need to Serve
Master Tommy.
I was a strapping, muscular blond and I dominated the beach as a surfer and Venice Beach as a skateboarder.
I had a golden tanned and perfect body and I soon realized, the biggest cock in school.I grew up in West Los Angeles.
By eight grade I was already a head tallerthan most of the boys in my class. I was not the captain of the football team type, but I was the kind of Alpha that is probably unique to Southern California.
And there were always the ones that stared at me a little
more than the rest. That were obviously salivating over the salt water that dripped down my body as I pulled my surfboard out of the water and walked on the beach.
One day, I decided to rest this boy named David who was always hanging around. He didn’t surf but he always seemed to be around when I was getting out of the water in the morning. So I got a little mischievous and just handed his my board.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“Can you carry this for me? Thanks.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “It can get pretty scary out there…”
He smiled. Maybe not used to someone being kind to him. If I had to be money, I’d bet this kid was bullied.
“It also can be hard on the muscles,” I said. “My shoulders really ache.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I checked around the beach parking lot, which continued to be empty. It’s not like the winter was harsh on Venice Beach, but it was winter nonetheless.
“Why don’t you give me a shoulder rub?” I said.
“That’s it, now lick my balls. Get them real wet.”
“Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out. I’m going to slap it all over your face.”
He eagerly did everything I said. Like he was born to do it. Soon, it was only natural that I would start to prefer him blowing me to even the hottest girl from school. And I even started pushing the boundaries on what I said to him.
“You like sucking that cock, don’t you bitch?”
He would sit and read the books on the beach while I surfed. It was a perfect system.
One day, I saw him at school with another boy who was clearly another little faggot.
“Bring your friend to the beach this weekend,” I said.
“What friend?” He tried to play it coy.
“You know who I am talking about.”
He nodded. Of course he knew.
The morning after I was homecoming king and fucked the Prom Queen, a faggot picked me up to take me to the outlet mall, blew me in the restroom and bought me $1000 worth of Abercrombie
This all become normal for me. I was always told how special I was. How handsome. How hot. How ripped. How enormous my cock was. How I deserved all of this. How I was the man. And how I was the MASTER. I just got used to it.
So now I’m 38 and still in pretty much the same shape from surfing almost every day of my life.
I have a faggot to deliver me Sugarfish Sushi. I have a faggot to use Magic Eraser to clean my sneakers. I have a faggot to wax my surf board.
Mikey is my age, and therefore a little older than the young twinks I enjoy. But I still allow him to pay my rent and my car payments. In return, he gets the honor of me pissing on his face once month.
So my career has gone pretty well and I focus on that
Military Men
Story
Well, I really misunderstood how lonely traveling can be. The first couple days were OK. I ran into some of the competition and spent the first two nights with them at dinner.
That was actually kind of fun. My job was to just look around and ask questions at the booths. I was supposed to write a report on the convention and the market.
Well, that was fun for the first two hours. The rest of the time was just plain boring. My friends at the competition actually went back east on Tuesday and I was left there until my flight home on Saturday morning.
I watched the ballgame, Phillies were down by two, what’s new? Occasionally the pair of military guys caught my eye; they seemed to be looking my direction every time I looked over.
I asked the bartender for the bar darts, grabbed my stout and headed to the dart board. I was just goofing around. Trying to get all 20’s, then 19’s…kinda solo cricket I suppose.
Then I noticed that one of the military guys was walking toward me with another set of darts. “Wanna Play for real?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said, “but I’m warning you I’m not that good.”
Now Mike was not as handsome as Bruce. Bruce was a Teutonic warrior, buzz cut blonde hair, bright blue eyes, square-cut jaw.
Mike was significantly shorter, about my height, five-eight and he had medium brown hair and brown eyes. He had nice teeth.
I always admire nice teeth, but other than that I can see why the gorgeous chick he was hitting on wasn’t interested.
“Man, I gotta get me some soon,” Mike said as he started throwing darts.
“Yeah, I hear ya,” Bruce said, scanning the room for candidates.
“You two just get out for the weekend?” I asked.
Bruce replied, “First time we’ve been off base in over ten weeks.”
I winced, “Man, that’s gotta be rough.”
They had decided they wanted a blonde, big tits and there were gonna be three guys.
“Ok, One hundred fifty bucks. No problem. Half-an-hour.” He hung up the phone and pulled a six pack out of the brown paper bag, we had brought upstairs.
They entertained me telling me wild stories about the training camp they just completed. After about half an hour, Bruce was getting visibly itchy.
His dick was real hard, bulging against the baggy blue jeans he had on. Mike was the same way.
“No, I’m serious guys. I really don’t like that kind of stuff. You’re nice guys and all. It’s been fun partying with you, but I think it’s time for me to go.”
I started to the door when Bruce pulled some kind of wreslting move on me and had me pinned tight to the floor, the inside of his elbow covering my mouth and his full 220 pounds on top of me. That’s hen I realized that a) they were serious and b) I was in trouble.
There was no way I wanted to do anything sexual with these guys, but at the same time there was no way I was gonna get away.
“Look, we like you. We don’t want to hurt you, but you will provide us means to get off and get off good.” Bruce said this as he was pulling me onto my knees. His elbow was still covering my mouth. “We won’t hurt you, just follow directions. OK?” He asked
I was scared. I nodded yes.
Mike was pounding in and out of my mouth and I kept my fingers encircled around the base of his cock to keep his dick from gagging me.
He was a madman. I could tell his balls were drawing up and his breath was quickening.
Bruce meanwhile had shed his pants and moved over to the bed. He was stroking his long dick, must have been nine inches and thick.
Mike started moaning and I knew what was cumming. He had both hands on my head keeping his dick firmly planted in my mouth.
I knew getting fucked would hurt, but what choice did I have. Mike smeared the cum on his dick and spit onto my asshole. He started by inserting a finger, which didn’t feel all that bad.
In fact, I kind of liked it. Meanwhile I had Bruce’s dick in my mouth and he was pushing my head down on his dick, ever further. Then I felt Mike’s stiff cockhead at my butthole.
“Push out, like you’re taking a shit,” he said. I pushed and within a second he was deep inside my ass. To be truthful, it only hurt a little bit.
He stayed still a little bit and it began to feel good
The next thing I knew, we were all three laying naked on the hotel bed and I had fallen asleep for a second.
I woke up with a start and Bruce was pulling covers over all three of us. He picked up the phone, “What time you need up, dude?”
“At least by six,” I said. Bruce left a wake up call and turned off the light. Mike rolled over and put his leg on top of mine, but he was soundly asleep.
Mike was just getting out of the shower. I didn’t know what to say. I got dressed and headed to the door. “Later, guys,” I said meekly.
I was determined never to set foot in the hotel bar, but I had no idea how bring solo travel could be.
I changed into a pair of jeans and took the elevator to the second floor, where the sports bar was located. I walked in and easily found a good spot at the bar. I ordered a Guiness and a paper cup.
I downed the too-cold Guiness and ordered another one. Meanwhile I put a pinch of Skoal in so that I had something to do while my second Guiness warmed up.
The paper cup was to spit into. That was when I noticed a pair of guys, obviously military, hanging out at a table right beside me.
“That would be me. My name’s Jim.”
“Mike,” he said waving the beer up and down like he was shaking my hand. Then he thrust the beer into my hand.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“No luck, Mike?” Bruce asked.
“Nah, stupid bitch wouldn’t give me time of day. Took the drink and went over to those fags over against the wall.”
“Did I tell ya or what?” Bruce asked.
Bruce started laughing at that. “I’ll tell you what, let’s go upstairs and call a chick. If she’s not what you’re looking for, you can just leave. If she is, hey we ain’t gonna tell nobody.”
“OK,” I muttered. I wanted to go to bed anyways, but these guys were fun. I figured I could go upstairs, drink another beer. When the hooker showed up, I could easily excuse myself and go to bed. Before I knew it, we were heading upstairs in the elevator.
When we got into the room, Bruce opened up his black day timer and dialed a number. He hung up an the phone rang back in a minute
I was kind of fascinated that he was so horny but I didn’t really want to watch. Meanwhile Bruce was rubbing himslef through his pants.
Bruce looked over at Mike. “Maybe Jimbo would like to help us out.”
I smiled, “Nice try. But no cigar. I’m not into that kind of stuff.”
About that time, Bruce was standing behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. “I think we can change your mind about that, he said and grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me handily to my feet.
“Now suck.” It was soft almost a whisper, but I obediently opened my mouth and he inserted his cock.
My lips closed around it and Mike started to moan. I could feel the precum seeping into my mouth. It actually tasted good. Mike’s dick felt good in my mouth and I could tell I was pleasing him right. Bruce stood behind me making sure I wasn’t going anywhere.
After a while, it became obvious that I wasn’t. He let go of my hands and one immediately went to start jacking off Mike’s dick. The other around his firm ass.
Mike pulled out and sat down on the bed next to Bruce.
“Good mouth?” Bruce asked.
“Great,” Mike murmered and breathed deeply.
I didn’t know what to do. I had cum running down my chin and I knew Bruce wanted the same treatment Mike got. Bruce slid back on the bed and looked at me. “Get up here. I’m next.” I obediently kneeled on the bed, so my mouth was right over Bruce’s cock.
Mike was breathing real deeply, but was still hard as a rock. Mike said, “Hold on a minute and scraped the cum off my chin. Then he walked around to the back of me. I never considered that they might want to fuck my ass. I started to get up and Bruce just grabbed my hair.
Then he swooped down and pulled my cock into his mouthin one felll swoop. I almost came on the spot. Whatever I did, I wouldn’t be able to hold off long.
Both Marines were pumping about as fast as they could. Bruce’s suction on my dick was almost more than I could take. I was cumming. I thought I would black out, when I started shooting my load straight into Bruce’s mouth.
I could feel Mike’s cum filling my ass with warmth. Then Bruce came, flooding my mouth with even more cum than Mike. I didn’t waste a drop of his though.
Wednesday night I ate by myself and went to bed early. Thursday night, I watched one of the soft porn flicks, which was good, cause I was starting to get pretty horny.
By Friday night, I had wrapped up the report. I called my wife and spent a good while talking lovey-dovey to her. We hung up at 8pm and I was not about to go straight to bed again.
Instead I thought I’d go downstairs to the hotel bar for a drink. Now, keep in mind, I had promised myself beforehand I wouldn’t turn into one of those polyester lounge lizards hanging out at the hotel bar.
“Neither am I, ” he smirked. “My name’s Bruce by the way.” Well, Bruce was certainly a handsome guy. Now I’m not queer, but I know a handsome guy when I see one.
Bruce couldn’t have been 21, probably 19. He was built, had to be 220 pounds, but he was six-three so he didn’t look at all out of proportion.
“Name’s Jim.” We shook hands and started shooting darts. Bruce was right; he wasn’t that good. Just before I wrapped the game up, I noticed the other one on his way over with three beers and a stack of paper cups.
“I get the winner, he said as soon as he was within earshot. I shot the last dart and turned around.
Mike smirked, “It’s pretty bad, but we’re marines. We can handle anything.” The two looked at each other and grunted real loud. It was actually kind of frightening, but I can tell the other patrons have heard it way too often to be impressed.
Well, we spent the rest of the night shooting darts, scoping out the bar and drinking beer. About 11pm.
Mike looked up from the table and said, “Man, we ain’t gonna find anything here. Let’s just pick up a hooker. I got fifty bucks.” Bruce looked over at me and said, “Whaddya say, Jimbo, you in?”
I looked over at Bruce in a kind of startled way, “No, man, I’m married.”
Mike smirked, “So am I. What’s your point? You need it, she ain’t here. It’s not like you gotta fall in love or anything. Just bang the bitch.”
I wanted to go to bed and jerk off cause I was getting kind of horny, too, although I knew I wouldn’t fuck a prostitute.
We kept talking for another half hour. Finally Mike said, ” she ain’t coming. Goddamn it! Man I gotta get off bad and I’m tired of jerking it off.”
Bruce stood up, his dick ever more obvious. “I guess she’s not. Want me to call again?”
“I don’t think I can wait another half hour,” Mike said and started unzipping his pants. “I need some relief now!”
I wasn’t sure what to do. I knew Mike was gonna pull his dick out and start jerking it off.
“Good,” Bruce replied and removed his elbow from my mouth and held both of my hands behind my back and mussed up my hair with his other hand. “Now I think you can figure out what Mike wants.”
Mike was standing in front of me and started to pull his cock out of his underwear. He wasn’t that big, but he was rock hard, rigid. His dick knob was purple and the precum made a long string from his stomach to his piss slit as he lowered his dick to my face.
I was real scared. For effect Bruce, pulled my arms upward, very painful.
“Lick it,” Mike said softly and rested his cock squarely on my face. I was really scared, I started at the base and ran my tongue up the length of his shaft. It wasn’t that bad. Mike had his hands on the top of my head and was clearly in heaven
It was clear he planned on shooting his load down my throat.
I was scared about the idea at first, but then I got used to it and was looking forward to seeing what a man’s cum tastes like.
Mike was pumping faster than ever. Then all of a sudden he stopped.
I didn’t taste anything at first. I thought for a second nothing was coming out. Still with my head clamped tight onto his dick it started just flowing out, more like a hose, than squirting.
I was swallowing for all I was worth, but there was so much cum, I had to let my jaw drop open and let the excess run down my chin..
Then he began pumping in and out, fast and hard. I loved it. I could feel my own precum oozing from my rock hard cock, smearing between me and the blankets.
The fucking and sucking went on for a long time. I thought I was gonna cum without even touching my dick a couple of times.
Finally, Mike pulled out. Bruce sat up and rolled me over on my stomach. Mike pulled my legs up in the air and his dick was soon back inside my ass, pounding away.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before he shot another load. Meanhile, Bruce was on all fours on top of me. He dangled his dick into my mouth and started humping in and out.
Then I walked out the door. I almost wanted to go back and give them my business card, but I knew I’d never see them again. The whole trip home, I dreamed of that encounter.
I pretended my wife was Bruce or Mike for weeks. She never suspected anything, but I could tell she was excited about the great sex.
Well, I’ve never done anything like it since and I’m real careful who I talk to at the hotel bars. But I hope someday, somehow I run into one of those guys again.
END
Men in Sports
Story
I was far away from Tokyo in a country town. My friend was working at a ryokan and asked me to visit. I was looking forward to a holiday anyway — Tokyo can be really busy. A holiday in the mountains was an ideal thing.
I am 23, 5’11”, dark blonde and gym fit… 8” uncut and not bothered getting naked. In fact, it was a bit weird at first going to onsen or sento but now, take it for granted that this is the `thing you do’ with mates and families. I really enjoy either and prefer it to my own bathroom….
I heard a bloke in the room ask me `haite e?’ and opened my eyes. A 40 ish guy, in good shape, nice Japanese eyes and a buzz cut, covering himself with his sento towel. I nodded and he slipped into the bath, sat back and sighed. We were both relaxing.
He said to me in English `are you staying here?’ and I was awakened from my reverie. I said yes.
He told me was here with a troupe of lads who were runners — competing in a local marathon. I explained about my friend who worked there.
Against the wall, not far from where I was sitting. I could see the shadow of his cock. It was a semi. He continued to speak with me in Japanese and English.
This and that, and then onto (inevitably) girlfriends. `So, do youhave a Japanese girlfriend?’ he asked. I shook my head and said no
He was openly jerking off now. His cock was thick and uncut.He was moving the skin back and forth. My own cock was getting harder and while trying to be discrete, gave up and threw off the (modesty) towel. I too started jacking off. My thick uncut 8 inches were a surprise to him.
So — back to my story: At a rural ryokan which was wonderfully relaxing. In the evening, after a fantastic shabu shabu meal with a massive group of staff, I wandered down to the sento. I was the only one there (disappointing), but there was washing stools, a steam room and a soak bath. I was washing when I heard the sliding door open.
(As you do), you ignore anyone coming in and keep going with what you’re up to. So, wash, wash, wash…. Then think of soaking. I slipped into the bath and put my towel on my head and closed my eyes. Pondering life.
I laughed and made my way to the shower area. He followed.We sat side by side and showered off, sitting down on the stools, talking about this and that. All the time, I was sneaking a peek at his uncut cock growing in the mirror.
He washed himself, unaware of me looking, but his cock was growing– maybe just from the pleasure of the water and company.
I wandered over to the steam room and opened the door. It was misty and warm. Perfect, as the snow outside was cold. I went in.
Moments later, he followed. He came in and while I sat, he stood.
It feltSO good. Foreskin in my mouth with precum dripping from it, sliding in and out of my mouth. He was moaning and saying `kimochii’ as he fucked my face and grabbed my chest. He had yet to get as far down as my cock, which was hard as arock and spewing precum all over my cockhead. I could feel the cum thicker than the steam of the room.
I was sucking his cock and he was edging. I licked his balls and moved his foreskin back and forth to the point where his balls pulled up and he said `ikuso’.
It was at this point when the steam room door opened.
Coach was about to cum all over my face when one of his runners entered the steamroom
END
A bit like working out alone. MUCH more fun with other people around you. AND you can go twice a day if you want. Where I was, was free, but to just go to an onsen is not expensive.
Now, living elsewhere, I have converted my own bathroom into an onsen with sit down washing and an integrated steam room — one really big wet room. No bath though. I had to fly back to Tokyo to get the taps etc, but with 4 washing stations and a glass enclosed steam room, loads of fun with fuck buddies and groups of guys.
Long story short, we talked for a good half hour, then I said I was going to the steam room… the bath was getting a little too hot. We both stood up at the same time. He (as most Japanese do) immediately looked down at my cock. He said bekurishita'
and I asked why. He
noted that
my pubes werealso blonde.....
I laughed and said yes.
He
motioned tohisown and said
we’re just black, black, black’… and straight! I wasn’t sure about straight.His cock was getting thicker and harder..
He asked if he could touch my pubes. I agreed, so he came over and started (very politely)feeling the hair above my cock.
His own thick cock was only inches from my face, but he was fascinated in feeling my pubes
I don’t know if it was the humidity of the steam room or precum, but his cock was dripping. So sexy.
I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. So thick! He froze for a moment, but then relaxed and started to fuck my face. I was in heaven! He was thankful and started pinching my nipples.
Hot Older Men
Story
“What is it?” I’ll ask, while twirling my fingers.
“I want daddy’s cock,” he’ll say, panting.
“I don’t know that you do,” I’ll reply, starting to pull my fingers away towards the exit of his hole.
“Please, daddy,” you’ll beg me. “Please, I want daddy’s cock in me. I want it so badly.”
“But daddy’s cock is so big,” I whisper in your ear. “Does this boy think he can take it like a real man?”
“Oh yes, boss daddy. Please – PLEASE – fuck your boy. I’m begging you to fuck me.”
“Yes sir” I replied
Frank squirted two syringes of lube into my arsehole, the warm liquid making my hole twitch.
“Now we have to get that arse nice and hot for our visitor don’t we?” he said.
I didn’t reply, I was still enjoying the feel of the warm lube up my arse.
“Don’t we?” he insisted and I replied with a pathetic “Yes sir”.
Six swiped across my arse with a leather paddle and my bum cheeks were throbbing red and hot as hell.
“Do you want some more Billy?” he asked
Suddenly I felt somebody’s hands on my shoulders and the heat of a cock near my arsehole. I tensed up and was immediately slapped on the arse cheeks.
“Open up your fuck hole!” demanded Frank “Let the man shove his big cock in”.
I nervously relaxed and a knob of some considerable size pushed against my hot sphincter.
The hands gripped my shoulders tightly and with a thrust I felt the thickness of a hot cock easing into my arse
Harder and faster drove his cock, taking my breath, my throat now fighting for some air as my masters dick filled my throat.
Gary pulled at my hair and eased my head off my masters cock giving me time to breathe, his prick still ramming my poor arsehole to the limit.
Frank’s prick was against my cheek now, hot and throbbing, his balls jumping to the lap of my tongue. My arsehole was out of control, twitching and contracting until the cock pounding my prostate sent me into a wild anal orgasm that kept
He slammed his cock into me, his knob spurting a week’s worth of sperm into my gut.
I was panting and gasping as Gary pulled from me, my poor hole quivering helplessly as sperm seeped from me.
“Let me see that creamy hole lad” said Frank getting off the bed.
“Wow look at that juicy twitching arsehole? So much cum running from it”. said Frank dipping a finger into my wet cummy honey pot.
He shoved his cream finger into my mouth and told me to suck on it and as I did he gave my bum cheeks a hard slapping, forcing more sperm from my hole.
Ooh, if boss daddy finds his boy just like that, EXACTLY, like that…
He’s gonna bend down and just for a few seconds gently kiss those cheeks, and gently, ever so gently caress them with his hands.
Then he is going to ferociously push his face between his boy’s cheeks, pushing hard with his tongue til it’s dancing in his young man’s boy pussy, thrusting it in and out like a serpent, softening his hole so it’s ready for daddy.
Then he will slowly push his fingers into his damp joy hole, fingering his way inward til he can feel and caress the boy’s joy spot, stroking his love bean so the boy is moaning, whimpering.
Used by My Master
My old ‘master’ Frank told me to got onto the bed naked and to put my head down and my arse up.
He was a strong built guy of sixty and I a mere slim built lad of twenty so his orders had to be obeyed.
I did as he told me and awaited whatever he had in mind. He was naked but for a small leather posing pouch, which hardly held in his cock and balls, and a leather harness which criss crossed his hairy chest.
“I have something special for you today Billy” he said “A big man with a huge cock for you. You’d like that won’t you Billy?”.
“Now I will have to bind fold you Billy so that you cannot see the man who is going to fuck you. It was what he wanted, you understand?”.
“Yes sir” I replied as he tied a blindfold over my eyes.
I felt pretty vulnerable especially when the room went totally quiet and I was laying there arse up, cheeks red and glowing and hole full of lube.
It felt like an eternity before I heard voiced far away, in the hall I think, and then I heard the bedroom door open.
“Here is he is” said Frank “All ready for your big cock”.
Whoever he was speaking to didn’t answer but I knew he was approaching me.
The hard cock up my arse drove deep into me, the hot knob smacking my prostate making my cock pour with glistening pre cum.
The man fucking me grabbed my wrists and pulled the behind my back. I caught a glimpse of a very recognisable tattoo on the man’s forearm and my prick jumped and oozed more pre cum. The man was my fucking step dad Gary!.
With this information I wallowed in the knowledge that his prick was inside me as I had always fancied the pants off of him.
My throat felt sore, my hole was certainly going to feel the after effects of Gary’s wild fucking . Would my randy old step dad ever shoot his spunk up my arse?
Lost in the darkness of the blindfold I could concentrate on the feel of the cock using my hole and it felt fucking awesome. A final unbelievable shafting had me gasping for breath and a loud banshee of a howl told me that Gary was pumping his warm man batter into my arse.
Gary and Frank confirmed their pleasure in my answer by both of them licking the cum off my face as I lay back in contentment.
END
Boss daddy will slowly, gently push his big cock head against his bitch boy’s love hole, teasing his hole while he rubs his boy’s ass cheeks.
“Please, daddy – – please put it in me!”
Boss daddy will push in, just a little bit, til the head fins it’s way past his little boy’s tight, tight pucker hole. Then he will wait while the boy, wanting more tries to push back against daddy’s cock.
“Fuck me, daddy.”
Oh yes I will as hard and as deep as you can take it
Oh yes daddy I can take it as hard as you can give it to me
Boss daddy smiles…..
END
“No” I replied.
“No sir!” he said and swiped my arse again twice with the paddle.
Sometimes he was so mean to me but I liked the dominance and I loved that he fucked me every night and every morning without fail.
Often I would have to take his cock down my throat and let him pump his seed into my gullet other times he would sit grinning as I ate a yoghurt pot that he’d spunked his load in. I loved it all even the spankings and forced cum eating, he was my master after all and I loved him.
I moaned low and deep, the thickness of the prick stretching my hole as it inched even further up me.
Another hard whack of my arse and the stinging pain distracted me to let the full length of the cock gore me to the balls.
“You need something to suck on to stop your feeble moaning” said Frank and he positioned himself in front of me, pushing his prick towards my lips.
I opened up my mouth and he slipped his gnarled old stiff cock inside.
“Get that down your fucking throat lad, right down” he said and I relaxed my gullet and took the shaft down till my nose was sniffing the musky smell of his pubes.
my hole pulsating and my cock spurting six hefty jolts of spunk onto the bed.
I was writhing in my own sperm as Frank tossed his cock over my face, his volume of spunk remarkable for a man his age. From forehead to lips strings of pearls draped across my face, my tongue out catching another jet of jizz.
Gary, almost sixty, was till pounding my hole, his rigidly stiff cock fucking my like he was a teen with an insatiable appetite for my young arsehole.
I was well and truly fucked and rolled over onto my back and pulled off my blindfold.
My step dad looked horrified, his rather handsome face distorted as he realized he’d been exposed.
“It’s O.K.” I said. “I won’t tell mum”.
“No you fucking won’t” said Frank ready to slap my arse again.
I looked at my step dad’s big fucking cock and was surprised that I’d been able to take it deep inside me.
“I won’t tell as long as you fuck me again…………’daddy’ ” I said with a cheeky grin on my face.
Younger For Older
Story
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Gay Erotic Massage
Story
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Bodybuilder Been Fucked
Story
“That’s top of the line you got right there. Best of the Best,” Howard, the black-built titan, growled in a low sexy whisper.
Howard, with his baby smooth shaven bald head and full scruffy black beard, was trying to play it off cool with me standing right by his side. I was holding his heavy but surprisingly soft dick over the edge of the towering platform, away from the train tracks behind us and over towards the breathtaking skyline lit in the west. But his wide almost too eager grin and ultra puffed-out chest gave him away as I watched the long arc of piss fall into the empty parking lot below.
As the monstrous snake began to pulsate violently in my stretched mouth, growing longer and harder with each passing second that came, it became increasingly difficult to keep their entire thing in my mouth. So instead of fighting the urge to gag, I spent most of my time nibbling on that thick and tangy foreskin before rolling my lips against his shaft to get to the browning-pink head behind it.
“Oh, shit, baby,” Howard exhaled hard between clenched teeth. “You’re killing me with all that licky-lick mess.”
While my tongue had found a good friend in his deep piss slit, I quietly slipped my hand underneath his large hairy balls and began stroking them with my fingers. He let out a heavy groan and proceeded to pump his vein-rich thighs slowly into my face
“Yeah, everything’s okay, officer. Just waiting on this slow-ass train, you know,” Howard said confidently.
I wish I was just as confident, wondering if the officer saw the piss barreling down from our approximate location. If not that, certainly the large prop that was tenting up Howard’s pants.
“And what about you, son?” the officer asked me. “Everything’s okay?”
“Yeah,” my voice cracked under the pressure. “Just a little tired waiting for the train to come, so I can get home and get to sleep.”
There was a slight pause, as I looked at the green light blinking on the other end of the platform signaling that a train was on its way
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“Shit, I wasn’t expecting you to,” he said surprisingly. “If we waited all of this time to get here what’s a few minutes more.”
I could hear the plan in his voice. My dick was so stiff looking at him and his. I could barely control myself. But his demeanor told me to stay put, so I didn’t know what to do.”
“Yeah,” Howard started off, slowly stroking his big dick. “I know I could’ve gotten some of that when I put you on that truck with me all those years ago. When I put you on that moving truck for that Oregon trip, it wasn’t for your ability to move furniture.
“I can’t even lie, though,” Howard said as the train doors closed. “Every time I saw that high round booty of yours, being a gentleman on my best behavior almost went out the door.”
“What made tonight different than all those other times then?” I said, watching him slow-stroke his dick.
“You know how.” Howard started and then quickly stopped as the train jerked forward and the lights flickered on and off. “You know how you meet someone that you want to bang—or in your case want to get banged by—but the more you get to know them the more you want to take things slow.”
The train slowly crossed rail ties and came into the last stop on the line. As the doors opened this time, the lights went out with the operator coming on over the intercom, asking everybody to get off the train.
It was out of service for the night.
I had just gotten up out of my seat and into the middle of the aisle when Howard pulled me into his lap and asked me where I was going.
“You heard the operator.” I responded, trying my best to make out his handsome face against the bit of light making its way into the dark train car.
To suggest that Howard put it in me faster than a speeding bullet would’ve been an insult to him as it felt like the tip of his dick was well content in the pit of my stomach. But it eventually felt good to have him in me, though, with him bucking up against me and twisting my nipples even harder.
He then moved me over to the row in front of us and bent me over the seats, giving him the room to stand freely. As he got up behind me, he had turned over a new lead. He was slow and thoughtful with his nonetheless enthusiastic thrusts, taking the time to enjoy me enjoying him.
He took this as his cue to ram his hard piece of steel back up into my soft tight ass
As Howard put his heavy hand on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees, he added, “Me, too. So much so I honestly thought we had been here before.”
“Yeah,” I shook nervously, deeply inhaling the potent masculine musk coming from his exposed crotch as I took my tongue and pressed it against the tip of his large penis. “Me, too. But this time it ain’t a dream.”
I began to take the bulbous head into my mouth and swallowed him whole with a hungry smile. I kept my eyes closed because I couldn’t believe that I was on the ground at the end of an empty train station platform blowing off this robust man.
Although we were at the far end of the platform close to one o’clock in the morning, it was still fairly lit and fairly easy to see everything that was going on. Easy for anybody to peer around the corner to see what we were up to.
“Shit, get up.” Time mumbled. “5-0.”
I stood up rather slowly, thinking only at the last minute to pull up his sweatpants along the way. Thanking God that there was no zipper to work back up.
“Everything’s okay tonight fellas,” a black train station officer about middle age peeked around the corner and asked, with his voice echoing throughout the empty station.
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After we had passed the main train station interchange—practically certain that Howard and I were going to be alone with no interruptions—Howard shifted his legs, pulling down the elastic band of his sweatpants, and out popped his large curvy dick stretching over his hard flat stomach.
“Shit, it looks bigger than before.” I said getting up to see if anyone else in the other cars could see us.
Howard sheepishly chuckle and mannishly began to pull at his dick.
“You know.” I continued. “I can’t take care of that in less than five stations.”
When I got that motel room that night, I just put two and two together. Besides, you have to have some practice to mess with this heavy-duty meat pump.” Howard laughed from his gut.
The train pulled into the second to the last train station before the end of the line before we knew it. We sat as the train doors stayed open longer than usual, allowing us to feel the emptiness of the many train stations we had passed to get there. As we waited on the train doors to close, Howard and I began talking about the should’ves, would’ves, and could’ves of our Oregon trip and the man other “missed” opportunities on the other shorter road trip along the way.
“Yeah, I like getting fucked, but that don’t mean that I don’t like getting my dick wet in something. You know what I’m saying?”
“Is that right?” Howard asked licking his lips, watching me watching him grab at his towering dick.
“Damn, right. Just because I want to do the damn thing don’t mean I’m going to let you bitch me out like a punk.”
“I feel ya.” Howard said. “I’m just saying this ticket is a one-way ride. When I pull my man out on you, the last thing you’d be thinking about is getting your own man wet in something.”
“What’s wrong, partna?” Howard asked, looking straight at the fear in my face.
“Shit, like you said before that’s some heavy-duty meat you got right there, so my question is where’s the grease?” I asked rubbing back and forth against the dry condom.
“I got it.” Howard grinned reassuringly, bouncing me hard up above him. “Raise up just a little.”
Instead of lubing it up with spit like I thought he was going to do, Howard blindly reached down to his pants around his ankles and pulled out some fruit-scented lube that shot up my nose with the same precision he impaled his lubed dick into my hole.
“Best of the best, huh?” I repeated.
“Best of the best, partna,” he said, slickly thrusting his powerful thighs into the open night air. “Don’t act like you don’t fucking know, boy.”
“Not the Best of the Best,” I conceded, slowly massaging and shaking off his drip-drying dick. “Though, I’ve thought about it a time or two since our little trip from back in the day.”
He seemed a bit taken aback considering he had several nights on that Oregon trip alone to make his player moves. Not only then, but also the several other times the two of us had crossed paths over the years.
“Shit,” Howard said, exhaling hard. “If I knew you could work a dick like this, I would’ve had your ass sucking me off ev’ry trip we went on.”
Howard unapologetically grabbed the back of my low-cut head with his massive hand. And, before he could steady his growing rhythm, I could hear the hard clanks of footsteps coming off the escalator in the concave a few feet away.
“Pull off, dipstick.” Howard mumbled with command, pulling his dick out of my mouth with a pop. “I think someone is out to interrupt our party.
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The officer looked to where I was looking, and before he could open his mouth, the screech of the train cars coming into the station interrupting his steadying thought.
“Have a good night.” The officer winked.
The officer continued to walk along the platform to the other end while Howard and I boarded the empty train car, taking our seats somewhere in the middle of the car and across the aisle from each other. So that way when the train passed by the officer, he wouldn’t have any reason to radio the train conductor about any suspicious activity.
He knew, I thought, thinking about his soulful wink and the way he looked over at our train car as we passed.
I wanted to laugh because while I was careful in packing stuff, a mover I was not, having to take a break every five minutes so that my arms wouldn’t fall off.
“What stopped you?” I wanted to know.
“Let’s put it this way: Long, long time ago, I learned that virgin ass ain’t what it’s all it’s cracked up to be.”
“What the fuck made you think I was a virgin?”
“Ether that, or you were thirsty for some pipe juice. Anytime I said anything suggestive to the fact that we could do a little sumthin’ something in the sleeper berth it left you a bit frozen up
“Yeah,” I said as the lights flickered back on for the last time. “But how do you know I don’t like to bang, too, partna?” I asked wondering what he meant by that.
“Looking at you, dude. You’re fine as fuck. I ain’t saying that you look or act like a sissy or anything, but you do look like you would be right at home with a dick up your ass.”
I swear if he wasn’t just that fine my dick would’ve died then and there. Lucky for him, I had a fetish for men with bulging superhero muscles and a dick that looked just as long and husky. Even with all of that though, I couldn’t let him get away with that comment.
“That don’t mean shit.” Howard quivered beneath me with his warm breath rolling off my neck. “It’s about me and you…right here and right now.”
We sailed passed one of the many closed stations we had originally passed by as the train headed back toward the maintenance yard on the other end of the line.
“Yeah,” I said looking down at my cylinder dick.
Howard broke open the condom and unrolled the latex rubber over his long thick shaft as I shucked off my clothes. He then pulled me back to him by pulling on my bare brown nipples, forcing me to climb onto his lap with my puckered hole lingering over the upside of his very long penis as his thick spearhead kissed the underside of my tailbone.
I quivered and jerked like a madman with this tingling feeling shooting through the top of my head making me feel even better and helpless at the same time. It was then I figured I was having an orgasm without shooting a load.
And when Howard pulled out and pulled off the condom, he shot a relentless load on my back. For the first time in my life, I was completely satisfied without even shooting my load.
Instead of panicking, though, knowing that the two of them were not about to let me off that train without a confrontation or a fuck, I calmly asked the two of them in a seductive way what they wanted to do since I knew that Howard was taken care of for the time being.
END
Out of Control
“Hey babe, it’s me. There’s been a slight change of plans.”
“What do you mean? What’s up?” Terry knew how much I hated last minute changes.
“Nothing drastic, but I’m still in Atlanta. There are thunderstorms all over the place and all flights have been delayed.”
“So do you think you’ll get home tonight? Should we reschedule this?”
“No problem, Steve. I’ve got a new estimated departure time of nine o’clock so I should be at Reagan National by eleven. I can take a cab straight to the club and meet you there.”
Nonetheless, I’ve spent years working out and am solid muscle and still have my 30″ waist. Because I’m a top who has to be in control, many of my relationships in the past were more along the lines of traditional S&M.
I’m not really into the whole master-slave thing but most of the submissive bottoms I met were. With Terry, it’s different. He hates to make decisions and take charge as much as I hate to not be in charge.
“We can do this another time, you know. It’s not a big deal.”
“Yes, it is. It’s your birthday and I’m not going to let a little weather spoil it. Besides, I’ve made all the arrangements.”
“Okay, if you’re sure. So what are we doing, anyway?”
“It’s a surprise. You know the routine.”
“Yeah, yeah. Okay, see you at the club. When do you think you’ll be there?”
“Somewhere between eleven-thirty and twelve. I’ll call you once I’m on the ground. Get some rest now, you’ve got a fun night ahead of you.”
We have a good, equal relationship, but I generally make the decisions. We’ve been together over five years and it seems to work well that way. When I met Terry he was a senior at Howard University.
Now he has his doctorate and is an assistant professor of sociology there. He’s black, 26, 5’11”, 155 pounds, with a buzz cut; nearly black eyes and a beautiful smooth slim body with an ass to die for.
I hung up the phone and frowned. I loved these birthday surprises, but hated glitches in the plans. It’s not that I’m a worrywart, more like I’m a control freak. Some of our friends call me a totally dominant top but that’s not really what it’s about for me.
I’m 33, a political science professor at the University of Maryland. I’m definitely a top, no doubt about that. I’m white, 5’7″, 164 pounds, short light brown hair and brown eyes. I was a quarterback on my high school football team but was too small to play in college.
A few minutes after ten o’clock I left our house on Q Street and walked the few blocks to Dupont Circle to catch a cab to the club. I got in the back of the taxi and gave the address on L Street SE. The driver turned around and smiled.
“Wet?”
“Yeah, that’s the place.” I wondered if every cab driver in the district new every club or just the hot gay ones.
He got onto Rock Creek Parkway and headed south toward the Potomac passing under the edge of the Kennedy Center. We followed the highway along the river until he got off in the south capitol district.
After a few turns through an area that looked like nothing but warehouses he pulled over. I paid the fare, gave him a good tip and got out. There was a short line extending out the door so I took my place behind a couple of young women.
That was the only downside to this place. I have nothing against women and there’s no way they can legally keep them out of a club that’s open to the public, but having straight young women in the place just ruins the atmosphere.
You’ve got a dozen hot young naked guys on the bar and assorted platforms dancing and waving their somewhat engorged penises around, video monitors all over the place showing hardcore porn, and then these straight women gawking and giggling.
They take what ought to be a sexually charged raunchy atmosphere and turn it into a high school cafeteria.
I paid the cover, walked down the hall and around the corner into the main room and looked around.
It wasn’t a bad crowd and fortunately there were very few women. I wandered around a bit before getting a drink, checking out the guys, looking for familiar faces.
There didn’t appear to be anyone there I knew and the only two guys who impressed me were two very tall young black guys standing near the entrance talking to each other. I spotted a couple of empty stools on the left side of the bar, grabbed one and ordered a gin and tonic.
I paid with a twenty and asked the bartender for my change in singles so I’d be able to tip the dancers. I took a sip and then began to study the dancers.
“Hey babe, how’s tricks?”
“Same as ever, Jorge. How’s everything with you?”
“Good, getting ready for the fall semester. I’m taking your course on foreign relations and trade.”
“Great, like a need anything distracting me from my lectures.”
He gave me a sly smile, moved up a bit and shifted slightly. He pulled back his foreskin, exposing a large shiny, purplish head, then continued down, lowering himself until his dick dipped right into my drink. He pulled it out, wrapped his thumb and index finger around the base and ran them the length of his shaft, stripping the liquid off it. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers.
“Tanqueray?”
“Right the first time. Thanks for stirring my drink in more ways than one.”
“My pleasure. Gotta move along now.” I stuffed a few bills in his left sock and he danced on down the bar. I smiled as I took a sip of my drink, thinking of his dick.
“Damn, he is so hot. You know him?” The black kid had been watching us as we talked.
“Yeah, I’ve known him a while. He was a birthday present I gave my lover a few months back.”
“No shit! I’d love to get me some of that. So you’re in an open relationship then?”
“Not exactly. We have a basically monogamous relationship with the exception of our birthdays. You might say we indulge each other then, fulfilling a fantasy as a gift.”
“And that dancer was your boyfriend’s fantasy?”
“Sort of. His fantasy was to be double fucked, you know, fucked by two dicks at once. That was something I obviously couldn’t do by myself so I got Jorge to help me out.”
“Fuck, your guy must be a real slut. Two at once, and one of them that huge pecker?”
“Hey, watch it. You’re talking about the man I love. He’s not a slut, just a very capable bottom.”
“So what did he get you for your birthday?” He was really getting into this, I could tell.
“Well, I’ve always wanted to try fisting, but my partner isn’t quite that capable, so last year he rented a guy for me. So many of the guys you see doing that in porn are big beefy guys but that wasn’t what I wanted, so Terry found me a guy like that twink over there.”
I pointed to a naked blond boy dancing on the corner of the bar. Facially he didn’t resemble the ‘escort’ Terry had found but their bodies were practically identical. Short and slim, small frame, tiny waist and hips. Looking at the dancer I still couldn’t believe a guy that size had taken not only my hand but half my forearm as well. That was a birthday to remember.
“So where’s your boyfriend tonight? If you’re monogamous what are you doing in a bar alone on a Friday night?”
“He’s meeting me here in a half hour or so.” It might have just been my ego but I thought the guy looked disappointed.
The dancers changed shifts again and for a while I concentrated on the entertainment. Each dancer would stop in front of me for a minute. If I put money in his sock he’d stay awhile, dancing over me, talking to me.
It was kind of surreal, having a casual chat with a naked stud shaking his dick in your face. I’d just taken a sip of my second drink when I felt my cell phone start vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the display — Terry. I got up and turned to the kid next to me
“I gotta take this. Keep an eye on my drink. Don’t let any strange dicks dip in it.”
He grinned. “Sure thing, bro.”
I answered the phone as I headed for the relative quiet of the unisex restroom.
“Hey, Ter, you on the ground?”
“Yeah, but not where I want to be. The flight’s been canceled. I won’t be able to fly up until morning.”
“Fuck! I told you we should have put this off until another time.” It wasn’t really that big a deal and I knew I shouldn’t be so pissed, but hey, that’s me. When things don’t go my way I’m not happy. Terry understands.
“I’m sorry, baby. They seemed so sure we’d get out of here tonight. I’m sorry.”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Where are you staying tonight?”
“The hotel here at the airport. I’ll call you in the morning. I really am sorry.”
“Yeah, I know. We’ll talk tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“You too, baby.”
I shut off the phone, went back to the bar and sat down. My mood must have been all over my face.
“Bad news?”
“Yeah, his flight was canceled so we’ve had to cancel our plans. Guess I might as well finish my drink and go home.” I gulped the drink down without even tasting it.
“You don’t have to rush off if he’s not gonna be home. Why don’t you stay a while?”
“No, I’m not in the mood anymore.” I was about to walk off when Jorge reappeared in front of me, dangling that beautiful piece of uncut meat in my face. I enjoyed the view for a few minutes, stuffed a few more bills into his sock and finally turned to leave.
“So long, enjoy the rest of your night.” I waved to the black kid and made my way out of the club.
I stepped outside into the fresh air. As I started down the steps to the sidewalk I felt dizzy and nearly lost my balance. At the bottom I shook my head and that made it even worse. Damn, I shouldn’t be feeling anything from wo drinks
Everything became a blur of big black dicks fucking me at both ends after that. I know that some of the guys had a second shot at my ass and my mouth was never empty for more than a few seconds. I took a few loads down my throat and felt cum splash onto my chest more than once. My own dick exploded with one of those big tools fucking the cum out of me. I was beginning to wonder just how many times these guys were good for. They were all young but there had to be some limit.
Finally the action began to wind down and as it did it got quieter. My ass was being plugged one more time but my mouth was empty for a change. I was so exhausted that my head was hanging back, my eyes closed. The guy fucking me put a lube covered hand on my dick and began stroking me in time with his thrusts. He seemed to know just how I liked having my dick worked over and brought me to my second orgasm in no time. As I shot my load all over my chest and abs I felt his cock swell inside me and he dumped his load as well. I collapsed back into the sling, having no energy left. He slowly withdrew from my hole and as he did I felt his warm cum seeping out of me, running down my crack.
Fuck! What happened to his condom! I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, but was still strapped in place and couldn’t move much. But as I looked up I saw Terry standing between my legs, grinning down at me.
“Happy birthday, baby. Did you like your surprise?”
“Surprise? More like shock.” I was gasping for breath, still trying to comprehend what was going on. “You planned this? This is my birthday surprise? What made you think this was my fantasy?”
“Well, you never said anything about wanting something specifically like this, but as much as you insist on always being in control, you do complain now and then about having to shoulder all of the responsibility for everything.”
The other guys were unfastening my arms and legs and massaging them as he talked, getting the blood circulating again. They helped me up to my feet and walked me around the room as I tried to get my legs working again.
He had me there, although on the rare occasions I bottomed I still liked to be the one controlling the action. When that happened it was usually more like I was fucking myself on Terry’s dick. By this time the other guys had their clothes on. I looked them over. They were four very hot young studs.
“Thanks a lot guys. You were all perfect.”
“We should be thanking you, Prof. This was one hell of a lot of fun. You’ve got yourself a great pussy there.” Matt’s grin was ear-to-ear as he nodded toward me.
“Hey now, that’s no way to talk about the love of my life.”
“Maybe to you he’s your great love, but to the guys and me he’s just a really hot fuck. Maybe we’ll all have a chance to get to know one another better sometime. In the meantime, if you ever need a few hard men, we’re up for it.” The guys turned and went out through a doorway and up some stairs.
“Where are we, anyway, Ter?”
“Mike and Dave’s place. They were kind enough to lend me their dungeon although I didn’t tell them why I wanted it.”
I knew the place looked familiar. They lived a block away from us and had shown us their playroom when they finished it last year.
“And who were those guys?”
“You know I’m one of the faculty advisors for the GSA at school. I asked a few of the guys to help me out.”
Terry showed me where my clothes were and helped me into them and then got dressed himself. As we were leaving, he turned and kissed me.
“So are you okay? I didn’t fuck up, did I?”
I thought for a minute. Although at first I had been totally stressed out by being so out of control, it had ended up being a good experience. And the sex had been wild, like nothing I’d ever done before.