u/Timbosauras

All characters are 18 and above

I was a sailor on liberty in Paris.  It was 1946 and since the war had ended, the entire city seemed to be in a state of guarded disbelief.  The Germans had spared Paris from bombing, mainly because they coveted the city and expected to have it for their own pleasure after the war ended.  Fortunately, it did not end on their terms, and while the rest of Europe began a slow and painful recovery, walking on the streets of Paris, one could almost imagine that the war had never happened.

I had served on a French naval ship for the last six months of the war, having gained my eighteenth year in October of 1944.  By that time the naval aspects of the war had dwindled, and the last grueling months were spent with the army relentlessly pushing the opposing forces eastward towards Berlin.  My time aboard the ship was largely quiet, but I had earned a week of shore leave and decided to hop a train to Paris from the coast.  I had been raised in Grenoble in the southeast of France in a rather humble farming household, so I’d never seen the great city my countrymen considered the capitol the civilized world. 

I spent my first three days just walking around the city, amazed at everything, but by day four, I was a bit restless.  I was not sure what I was missing, but I knew I felt an intense sense that something profound was going to happen.  I’d been cooped up in very close quarters with so many other young men and no privacy at all for months.  I’d rarely had the chance to touch myself. I was so naïve I didn’t know the word, “horny,” but, in retrospect, that definitely was part of the “restlessness” I felt.

I was strolling down the Champs Elysee on the evening of day four, digesting a dinner of a cheap sandwich from a brasserie, when I felt the need to urinate.  I had had two glasses of beer with my meal, so I was also feeling a bit loose.  My bladder had felt somewhat full previously, but by then it began to feel as if it might burst.  Paris has public restrooms called “pissoirs.”  They can be accessed on certain street corners.  I had been looking for one for quite some time and I felt my cock harden in my pants from the urgent need to release water. I considered stepping down a side street and urinating against a wall, but spied a doorway and a set of narrow stairs down just ahead.  I took the stairs which lead down to an underground room with a trough urinal and some places to squat.  I’d used them earlier in the week at various places, so I had not thought that this one would be different.

As I descended the stairs I was assailed by the usual odors of urine and sweat.  I’d smelt a lot of that on the ship, so it was nothing new.  It was about 8 o’clock and that light had begun to fade.   When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was surprised that the room was so crowded.  The pissoirs I had used usually were empty or there might have been one other guy doing his business, but this one had six men standing at the trough.  They weren’t exactly shoulder to shoulder, but there wasn’t a lot of room to spare.  One mec looked over his shoulder and saw me.  I had thought I would just wait until a space became free, but the man elbowed his neighbor and they both shuffled to the left to open a gap wide enough for a man to stand.  I somewhat hesitantly walked up to the trough and began to unbutton the front of my sailor suit.  It was a challenge because the trousers were designed to fit tightly and my cock was erect.  It took several seconds for me to open the five buttons of my suit and pull back the flap.  I grabbed my fleshy cock and skinned back, then, with some difficulty, released a strong stream of urine through my erection, hearing it splash against the back wall of the trough.  I realized suddenly that I wasn’t hearing anything else.  Weren’t the other gents pissing too?   Automatically, I used my peripheral vision to peer at what the guy next to me was doing.  He certainly wasn’t urinating, but his cock was out…and he appeared to be stroking it.   A glance at the other men revealed that they were doing the same.  A shock ran through me and my stream sputtered as I involuntarily clenched up. 

At that age I was still very naïve and knew little of the ways of the world and of carnal relations.  Although my countrymen are often quite comfortable with nudity, my family was quite conservative and never went about unclothed.  I had no brothers and my father never spoke to me of matters of sexual relations.  I had never seen a man naked before, much less a woman, until I joined the navy.  What I knew of sex was what I gleaned watching animals copulate.  I had never kissed a girl and could not imagine doing with one what I watched the horses and goats do.  As a young man, I’d heard the men on my village speak unkindly of the depravity of some men in the big cities.  They described them as “poofs,” said they were all effeminate, and dressed like women.  They said these men liked to lay with other men, as one would with a woman. 

As I stood there shaking, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Had I unwittingly stepped into what our priest called a “den of iniquity?”  If these were all poofs, why did they appear as manly as any other man?  They all appeared to be dressed like laborers except one gentleman in a waistcoat.  Two of them even wore beards.  They smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, not perfume.  And finally, why did I not run out immediately?  Why was I feeling excited and ashamed at the same time?

After a moment, my urine stream began again on its own and I felt relief as my bladder emptied.  Still, my erection did not cease.  I stood their awkwardly, trying not to look at the other men, but daring not to leave either.  Eventually, the man to my left, the one who had initially made room for me, said something low in his throat.  “mmmm…tres grand,” I heard him growl.  I was not certain to what he was referring but I soon realized when I felt his rough hand grasp my cock.  I gasped at the sensation, both familiar from my own guilty, self-inflicted pleasures and unfamiliar by another hand.  The other men chuckled a bit at my surprise and murmured appreciatively.  I looked down as his big hand, encircling my cock, slowly moved up and down.  The other men dropped all pretense of urinating and stared openly at me while manipulating their own cocks.  I developed the courage to look closer at my coconspirators for the first time.  They were six and ranged in age I supposed from 20 to 50.  Each sported an erection and I marveled at the differences in their organs.  Some were short and fat and some were long with engorged tips.  The gentleman in the waistcoat appeared to have been circumcised, something I had heard about but never seen. The head of his cock looked dry and rough, and I wondered idly if it pained him.   I looked from one to another, amazed at this sudden circumstance I found myself in.

 I felt in a way that I had never felt before, hugely excited with a desperate need to be one with these strange men.  My heart pounded in my chest, and I realized I was almost panting.  Almost without warning, my semen began to shoot from me. My body pulsed with pleasure, and I gasped and sucked in huge lungfuls of air as it splattered into the trough.  Some of the men made sounds of pleasure and two of them also spilled their seed.  I watched in amazement as another leant down and put the organ of one who had just released into his mouth.  The one being fellated threw his head back and his body writhed from the stimulation of his now, overly sensitive cock.  The third man then did the same with other man who had reached completion.  This man, too, seemed to enjoy the post ejaculation sensation.  The two who had reached completion began to rebutton their trousers and nodded at the others.  One even slapped the man who had fellated them on the back as they made their way from the trough and toward the stairs. 

I still stood there in somewhat of a shocked state.  The man to my left still had my organ in his hand, stroking it ever so slowly.  The man who had fellated the others had remained and he looked hungrily at my cock.  He sunk to his knees in front of me and looked up at my face as if for permission.  The man holding my penis, waggled it a bit in the face of the cocksucker and with shame, I nodded at the kneeling man. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn’t.  I should have been running to the church to confess, but somehow didn’t feel the need to.  What I wanted was to experience the feeling of that man’s mouth on my own cock.  I had seen how the other two had reacted and imagined it an even greater pleasure than being milked by the man on my left.  He moved forward on his knees and took my organ into his mouth.  It felt hot and slick and I almost immediately felt a sensation akin to the need to urinate, although my bladder was empty.  My organ was truly behaving strangely, as it normally would be deflating after my release.  However, these were strange circumstances indeed, and it remained engorged as the mouth of the kneeling man licked hungrily at me.  The man who had first grasped me now stood immediately behind me, watching the fellater suck me.  I felt his hot breath on my shoulder.  The gentleman in the waistcoat moved over to stand beside me. The man on his knees released my cock and began to fellate him.  The man behind me again grasped my cock and stroked it slowly while we watched the gentleman receiving an intense blowjob.  After a moment he tensed and grunted and ejaculated into the hungry mouth.  The kneeling man moaned as hid mouth was filled with hot cum.  He had also been stroking his own cock and it too spurted out its cum onto the grimy floor.  When he released the gentleman’s organ, a spot of white semen remained on his beard.  The gentleman reached down and with his finger, pushed the remaining seed into the man’s mouth.  The man sucked on the finger as if a teat for a few seconds, then stood.  They both tucked away their softening organs and left without a word.

Three of us remained.  The last man who had been the furthest from me on my left had mostly been in shadow.  He stepped closer now and I realized he stood a head taller than the other men and his shoulders were a bit broader.  Unlike the others, he wore no hat and his hair was a sandy blonde.  His face was handsome and his cock was quite large.  I felt an urgent need to touch it.  With a trembling hand, I reached forward.  He released his own penis and I slowly wrapped my palm around his shaft.  It felt hot and its circumference was certainly bigger than my own.  It was hard and yet felt at the same time like velvet.  The head was larger than the shaft and was shiny from the seeping of his first fluids.  I pulled it slowly and it felt amazing in my hand.  With my other hand, I reached underneath and felt his bollocks, also warm, and I cradled them in my palm.  I gazed up at his handsome face and he smiled a knowing smile at me.  I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees.  Was I destined to become a cocksucker, a lover of another man’s cum?  My face burned with a combination of shame and desire as I came face to face with it.  It looked alien and menacing, and I knew that if I tasted of it my life would never be the same.  At the same time it was beautiful and enticing.  I felt a hunger deep within.  I wanted it.  I needed it.  It was hypnotic and I could not help myself from following its siren’s song.  I opened my mouth and touched it to his shaft.  It smelt musky, like my armpits after a long day of mopping decks, and I found the aroma intoxicating.  I put the head in my mouth and it tasted his slightly acrid.  I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock as I had seen the other man do and he groaned with apparent pleasure.  This excited me and I worked at him more urgently, wanting to please him.  He stepped back and pulled his organ out of my mouth and I suddenly felt hollow.  He laughed a small laugh in the back of his throat as if he knew my hunger, then stepped forward and allowed me to swallow him again.  This time, however, he grasped my ears and held my skull steady, then began to push himself in and out of me.  I was a passive recipient of this man’s thrusting and his pace was steady.  I had an urge to gag and trouble breathing, but I made myself hold on and concentrated on breathing through my nose.  The urge passed and I began to enjoy his use of my mouth more and more.  My hand grabbed my own cock.  It was slick from my own fluids and touching myself felt amazing.  I had never before even masturbated with another man, much less sucked one, but now I was doing both things simultaneously and the wickedness was delicious. 

Meanwhile, the first man, the one who had initiated these interactions, stood beside the blonde man.  He was watching appreciatively and stroking his own organ.  It was smaller and darker than the one I had currently in my mouth and although I appreciated it, I would not consider releasing the specimen that I was then occupied with.  The blonde man increased his pace and his breathing became heavier and more ragged.  The smaller man, too, seemed to be more frantic with his fapping.  Then he gasped “Putain!” and the semen exploded from his cock.  He pointed it at my face as I continued to hungrily suck the blonde man.  I felt globs of it hit my checks and forehead.  It was warm and smelt acrid.  I felt it began to run slowly down my face.  The blonde man reacted by pumping himself into my mouth even more rapidly.  Then his thrusting slowed and he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked it until it too, spat out its hot, white cum.  This time instead of hitting my face, most of it landed directly in my mouth and taste was both terrible and wonderful at the same time.  I watched in fascination as some of the semen coated his foreskin and the bulbous, angry, head of his cock shone with the fluids that still oozed from him.  At that moment my own climax overtook me and I shot my load onto the floor and mixed with that of the cocksucker before me.  My body bucked and my hips thrust into empty air as I enjoyed the last of my climax.  I looked up at the men who both smiled at me.  I returned an embarrassed smile and realized I was destined to be a poof.  And if being one meant I could enjoy moments such as these for the rest of my life, I didn’t much mind.

The blonde man extended his hand to me and lifted me to my feet.  The knees of my sailor suit were stained.  While the first man tucked himself away and buttoned up, the blonde produced a handkerchief from his jacket and wiped my face with it.  This was a strange tenderness that I had never experienced with a man and I felt confused.  “Ton premier fois?” he asked quietly.  I could only nod, not sure what to expect, except that he would quietly depart like the first man just did.  Instead he pulled me into an embrace and only then did I realize my body was shaking and I felt like I might swoon.  He cradled me silently for a moment and slowly the trembling left me.  Suddenly we heard feet descending the stairs and he released me quickly.  He started to rearrange his clothes and only then did I realize I was still uncovered and would soon be discovered by whoever was approaching.  Instinctively I turned my back on the entrance and faced the trough while frantically buttoning myself up.  I finished in time, although the new user seemed to give me the fish eye.  My blonde companion was gone and inexplicably my heart dropped.  What and why I did not understand.  I slowly made my way up the stairs, head reeling from all that had happened out of the blue.  Had I truly abased myself with strange men without any forethought?  What would I become next? The night air was cool as I emerged onto the street and I took deep lungfuls which helped to clear my head.  It was only then that I noticed the handsome blonde man from the pissoir leaning against a lamp post a few meters away.  He smiled at me and beckoned me over.  On wobbly knees I walked to where he was standing.  “Voulez-vou venir a ma masion,” he asked.  As if not of my own volition, I nodded, and we ambled off together into the sparkling Paris night.

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18

“Keep going,” Liam hissed, “I’m getting close!”  I was on my knees behind a shed at the back of the parking lot where I worked, doing my level best to get Liam’s nut without getting caught. I was using  one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to beat my own meat. He grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth like it was a sex toy.  It was an effort not to gag.  My lips were already bruised, but I was determined to get what I craved so badly. I felt tears spring from my eyes and run down my face.  Still he pounded me, breathing fast and eyes closed.  I pulled on my own dick furiously.  When he came, I knew I would bust too.  Suddenly his pounding slowed and he pulled his cock out of his mouth and jerked himself to his climax.   “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he growled while semen erupted from his angry red cockhead and onto my face, into my hair, and into my mouth.  He rasped “oh shit, oh shit,” as the last of his orgasm coursed through him, then stood there panting.  As soon as he took his hand off his cock, I leaned forward and put the slimy, sticky thing back in my mouth.  That’s all I needed and I came all over the ground in front of me.  It was not as prodigious as Liam’s load, but still it was a large one for me.  I released his cock, beginning to soften, and he slapped it on my face a couple of times, then used it to smear the cum around.  “You’re a mess, you little shit.”  Then, “Clean yourself up and get back out there.”  With that he pulled his pants up from his ankles, zipped up and walked away, whistling and without a backward glance at me.

I snuck off to the bathroom without encountering anyone else along the way, luckily, and used paper towels and water to wash the cum from my face and hair.  I was almost finished when I noticed there was a big glob on my shirt, which I wiped up with my finger.  “What the hell,” I thought and put it in my mouth.   Liam’s cum always tasted sweet and I wondered if he ate a lot of pineapple.  I’ve heard that it changes how your cum tastes, but I’m not sure if that is true or just some stupid internet nonsense.

When I was satisfied that I didn’t look or smell like a used whore, I trotted back out front.  “There you are,” growled Liam, just as a long, black sedan pulled into the parking lot.  I’m a car jockey on the weekends.  A valet parker.  Liam’s my boss.  He’s 25 and I’m 19 but he thinks he owns me. A few weeks after I’d started the job, he caught me looking at gay porn on my phone and said I could suck his dick if I wanted to.  That’s how it started.   He’s a total horndog and talks about sex all the time, commenting on each female that we park and telling me what he’d do to them if he got them in bed.  If a particularly hot girl happens by, Liam will get worked up.  That’s when he’ll give me a nod that means “meet me behind the shed.”  I love to suck dick and Liam’s is a perfect specimen, thick and meaty and crowned with a mushroom head, so I consider it a fringe benefit of the job.

I tucked my shirt back in my pants and walked up to meet the sedan.  Another snotty rich couple headed to the exclusive restaurant across the street.  Things got busier as the evening progressed and I was in constant motion, parking one car then fetching another in an endless game of tag.  Towards the end of the evening, Mr. Lewis walked up the valet stand and said, “Hello, Nathan, How are things this evening?”   Mr. Lewis was a regular at the restaurant. He was about 40, with wide shoulders and a killer smile.  His hair was sandy brown and a little on the long side.  His eyes were green.  Just my type.

However, Mr. Lewis always had a gorgeous woman on his arm each time he came, but never the same girl twice.  “I bet he fucks them, then kicks them to the curb,” I thought. Tonight his companion was a curvy brunette wearing a low cut dress with a big emerald necklace. He obviously had money.  The tailored clothes, the Rolex, and the big Mercedes he drove made that conclusion a no-brainer. 

“Hi Mr. Lewis,” I said, looking at his handsome face, a little envious of the girl.  “I’ll be right back,” I said as I grabbed his key ring from the hook and took off for the garage.  I made it snappy because Mr. Lewis was a good tipper in addition to being sexy as hell, so I wanted to stay on his good side.  When I pulled the car around, he smoothly opened the passenger door and helped the girl in.  I stepped out as he came around the front of the vehicle and he slid a bill into my hand.  “Thanks, Nathan,” he said, his hand brushing mine as I took the tip.   When I looked up, we made eye contact and I felt a bolt of electricity run down my spine.  “S…sure,” I stammered and looked away.  He stepped in, shut the door, and drove away.

Liam appeared behind me grousing.  “I was gonna bring the Merc around for him,” he whined, knowing that the tip would have been a fat one.  When I opened the folded bill, I saw it was a hundred.  “Damn,” Liam cursed. “He never tips me that much.” “You snooze, you lose,” I taunted as he walked away, muttering.  I looked at the bill in my hand and noticed it had something written on it. It said,  Text me, Nathan, followed by a cell number.  I felt my face get hot and my palms a little sweaty.  I tried to think of a reason why he could possibly want me to text him.  We’d only spoken a few times and briefly at that.  Another car pulled in, so I tucked the bill in my pocket and got back to work.

A little about me.  I’m 19 and a sophomore in college.  I’m on scholarship because I’m on the tennis team, but I work weekends for pocket money.  I’m 5 ft 10 and 140 pounds.  I’m a redhead, my skin is white as milk, and I’m peppered with freckles on my cheeks and shoulders.  I’m leanly muscled from tennis, but don’t work out otherwise.  I figured out I was gay when I was fifteen and I haven't looked back.

 The last car pulled out of the lot at about 10:30 and Liam and I clocked out.  “See ya tomorrow, fag boy,” Liam growled.  “Whatever, loser,”  I tossed back.  Walking toward my own car, I pulled Mr. Lewis’ bill out of my pocket and looked at the note again.  It was late, but with a mix of anxiety and curiosity, I decided to text.  Hi Mr. Lewis  I wrote, Thanks for the awesome tip.  I didn’t expect an immediate answer, but right away he texted back.  You’re welcome, Nathan.  I was wondering if you might be available to do some odd jobs for me during the week.  Doing odd jobs for a handsome, wealthy man was a no brainer.  Sure, I texted back. What did you have in mind?   He didn’t answer for a few minutes, then simply, Here’s my address.  Can you come by Wednesday at 5?   OK, I agreed. 

The next two days passed uneventfully, but I wondered a lot about what odd jobs Mr. Lewis needed done.  When I arrived at his address, I was a bit surprised.  The place was fairly modest, not exactly what I was expecting.  I rang the bell and Mr. Lewis opened the door.  He looked as good as ever and smelled of expensive aftershave lotion.   He wore shorts and old t-shirt, not his usual dapper evening outfits.  It made him look younger and less intimidating.  He smiled and invited me in.  His home was cozy and furnished in a masculine way.  Leather couch, big fireplace, lots of blues and browns.  By the looks of the place, I doubted a woman lived here too.

“So what do you need me to do,” I asked.  “Some odds and ends,” he replied.  We’ll start in the garage. I noticed he used “we,” so I guessed I’d be working alongside him, not just for him.  The garage held two cars:  his big black Mercedes and a smaller, sporty convertible.  One by one he backed them out onto the driveway.  “Let’s start in here,” he said when he came back.  He showed me a huge wall of boxes that he wanted moved to the basement.  I made short work of that.   He had me powerwash a patio that had become encrusted with moss and mold.  That was easy too.  He then handed me a pair of hedge clippers and pointed me at a row of bushes along the back of the house.  “These need a haircut,” he said, and he showed me how much he wanted pruned back. “This should keep you busy for a while he said.  “I’ll check back with you in a bit.”   “No problem,” I said, and began contentedly clipping the shrubs.  I made my way down the line slowly.  About halfway along the back were some large windows  above the hedge.  When I looked in I saw Mr. Lewis in a home gym, exercising.  He was dressed only in some gym shorts, his t-shirt nowhere to be seen.  His back was to me.  He was doing bicep curls and the muscles in his broad shoulders tensed and relaxed.  It was a fine back to look at.  It was only then that I noticed that the wall he was facing was covered by one big mirror, which meant he could see the windows behind him in its reflection.  I looked at the reflection of his chest, his pecs finely chiseled slabs of muscle, his stomach taut with a treasure trail of dark hair.  When I looked up, I realized he was looking at me in the mirror’s reflection.  My face burned and I quickly looked away.  I put my head down and returned to working on the hedge, only occasionally sneaking peeks at the object of my admiration.  When I finished and cleaned up the cuttings, I went back to house, opened the side door to the kitchen and called, “Mr. Lewis? “  He came around the corner only in those shorts and a sleeveless tee.  His arms and his face gleamed with sweat.  “Just finished my cardio,” he said, and for god’s sake, call me “Bryce.  Did you finish the hedge?”   I nodded, but the mere mention of the hedge made my cheeks burn again.  He pretended not to notice but I saw the corners of his mouth turn upward a little.  He brushed by me to go out to the garage and his sweaty man scent filled my nostrils.

“Let’s wash the cars next,” he said.  They were already in the driveway.  We quickly assembled buckets, hoses, soap and some old towels.  I worked on the sports car while he tackled the Mercedes.  We talked about a lot of things as we worked in parallel;  cars, vacations, music, you name it. He asked about my school, my major, and if I had a girlfriend. I found it easy to talk with him and make jokes which he seemed to enjoy.  He was rinsing down the Mercedes when he accidentally sprayed some water on me.  “Hey!” I cried out of surprise and shock.  “Sorry,” he said, then paused a second, before very intentionally pointing the nozzle at me and giving me a good soaking.  I tried to avoid the spray, but there was nowhere to hide.  I did the next best thing I could think of and pointed my hose at him and sprayed him back.  It was an epic battle that lasted maybe thirty seconds, with the end result of us dripping wet and laughing. The thin t-shirt he was wearing clung to his chest.  He pulled his dripping shirt over his head and attempted to wring it out.  I did the same, so we were both just in soaked shorts and shirtless.  He looked absolutely magnificent.  Just the type of older guy I was into and I felt an erection begin to tent my shorts.  We were both breathing a bit heavily from our play fight and looked at each other, not saying anything.  We made eye contact and held it.  It was electric. He dropped his shirt on the ground and took a few slow steps toward me, his eyes never leaving mine.  When we were face to face he started, “Nathan, I….I didn’t ask you here for something to happen, but I’d be lying if….   I didn’t let him finish.  I closed the gap between us and put my face right up to his and kissed him. It lasted for seconds, but it seemed like forever.  We pulled back and looked once again at each other, then he kissed me again, much more hungrily.  His tongue sought mine and they lashed each other urgently.  He pulled my body against his and I loved the hardness of his muscles.  We kissed again and again and his hips began to grind against mine.  He reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me harder against him and I moaned into his mouth.  He released me and said, “Let’s go inside before the neighbors see us.”  He took my hand and led into the house, down a hallway and into a big bedroom.  There he kissed me again and I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders.  “You’re such a beautiful boy,” he said to me and once again, my face reddened.  “And that….blushing….is the sexiest thing about you,” he laughed.  Then he kissed me again, wrapped his big arms around me, picked me up, and carried me to the bed.  I fell backward onto the mattress and he fell on top of me, kissing my chest, my neck, and my nipples.  My hands massaged his shoulders and I ran my fingers through his hair.  I was in heaven.  This handsome, sexy, urbane man was touching me in such wonderful ways.  I arched my back when he softly bit one of my nipples and heard him murmur, “So ripe.”  If by ripe he meant insanely horny, then he was right.  His hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and touched my raging boner.  The anticipation of what was to come was excruciating.  I wanted to rip my shorts off, but I let him stay in charge instead.  I did, however, slide my hand into his shorts and grasped his cock.  It was hot and felt thick in my hand.  I stroked it and he groaned appreciatively.

He pulled back and stood up slowly.  His erection was distending his shorts and so was mine.  He grasped the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled them down until my cock and then my balls popped out.  I shave my balls but don’t touch my bush, so I have a thick patch of red hair at the base of my cock.  “Oh God,” he said when all of me was on full view.  “I’ve never been with a redhead before and……” he trailed off without finishing, but his eyes were glued to me.   He then hooked his thumbs into his own waistband and peeled down his own soggy shorts.  I was amazed at what I saw.  His cock was probably 6.5 inches in length, but it was the girthiest penis I had ever seen.  I think they call dicks like his “beer can dicks.”   Unlike me, he was shaved smooth everywhere, which made his junk seem that much larger.  It jutted out proudly from his abdomen and I was in total cock lust.  I wanted to taste it so badly.  I scrambled off the bed and onto my knees in front of him.  I’m not that experienced, but one thing I’ve learned about sex is that it’s important to start slow.  I didn’t immediately swallow his cock, but knelt and just admired it for a few seconds.  I let my fingers trace the edge of his head and down the shaft.  I cradled his balls and then licked the underside of his head at the point where the shaft is the most sensitive.  I stuck my tongue out and licked his piss slit, hoping for some pre-cum.  Nothing yet.  I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave it a few slow pulls and then a squeeze.  A pearl appeared on his head and I licked it up, a long thread extending from his head to my mouth when I pulled back.  Only then did I put my mouth on his cock, opening wide enough to wrap my lips around his bulbous head.  I used my tongue to wash and caress his cock head, then slowly took more and more of him into my mouth.  It was a struggle to open wide enough to accommodate his thickness, but I was eventually able to sink my nose down to meet his stomach, swallowing him all.  He groaned and began to thrust slowly into my mouth.  His hands grasped the back of my head, holding me in place, and he began to fuck my mouth like it was a fleshlight.  I closed eyes and relaxed my throat as best I could and enjoyed the feeling of that fat cock pummeling me.  I tasted more precum being released into my mouth.  I was his boy toy and I couldn’t have been happier.

After a few moments of intense thrusting he released me.  I realized he was breathing hard and his face had reddened.  “You’re good,” he said.  “You almost made me cum.   Stand up.”  I obeyed and when I did I caught sight of the two of us in a mirror.  It was a sketch in contrasts.  His body was thick and muscled.  Mine was lean.  He was dark and hairy and I was fair and hairless.  His cock was short and thick and mine was longer and thinner.  Above all, my red hair and pubes stood out and I was, for the first time in my life, pleased to be a redhead.

He pushed me back onto the bed and attacked me with his tongue.  He licked my neck, my ears, my nipples and belly button.  He licked and smelled my pits, which drove me crazy.  He put his nose into my red pubes and sniffed hungrily, then took one of my balls, and then the other into his mouth, rolling them around and tugging gently.  Finally, he made love to my cock with his mouth.  If I was a good cocksucker, he was a master.  Within 60 seconds I felt myself getting close to orgasm and I pushed him off.  He gave me a few seconds to cool down, then attacked me again.  He brought me close to the edge five or six times, each time stopping before I shot.  Finally, he released me and I lay panting on the bed.  Looking at me in eyes, he slowly lifted my legs and pressed my knees to my chest.  My hole was in full view and he seemed mesmerized by it.  I grabbed my knees to hold myself open to him and he leaned in and kissed it.  My hole is pink, not brown, and I keep it shaved clean.  His tongue touched my hole and began to explore it. I moaned and this encouraged him to attack it more aggressively.  He lashed at me and made guttural noises deep in his throat as he worshipped my hole, clearly enjoying the banquet.  I didn’t dare touch myself because I knew if I did I would cum.  Instead I put my hands on his head and pushed his face into me.  He probed me even more deeply and I was delirious with pleasure.  When he pulled back, his face was wet, his hair was wild, and he was breathing heavily.

Time for the final act, I thought.  I reached down and pulled my ass checks apart and winked my hole at him.  “You gonna fuck me or what,” I growled, surprised at my own raunchiness.  “Oh yes,” he said with a lustful look in his eyes.”  He knelt on the bed, retrieved a tube of lube from his nightstand, and smeared it on his cock, stroking it a few times so that it became even harder.  Shiny with lube, it was even hotter to look at.  I felt a hunger/lust for it and wanted it desperately to be inside me.  He grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him, then put his fat cock head up against my pucker and pushed. I gasped when I felt the head slip in, but it made me crazy with lust.  I wanted it all and grabbed at him and tried to pull him in further.  He complied and soon he was all the way in me, stretching my hole so pleasurably.   He leaned down and kissed me and I grabbed the back of his head and sucked hungrily on his tongue.  I wrapped my legs around this torso  and his hips began to move, slowly at first, but then faster.  I whimpered every time his cock punched my joy spot.  His cock was so thick, I was sure I had never been stretched that wide open before.  He straightened up and pounded me upright for a few moments, then he put his hands under my upright knees, put all his weight on them, so they were pressed to my chest, and went for home.  Faster and harder he pumped into me and I was stretched like a pretzel under his weight.  He was an animal, needing release, and I reveled in pleasing him.  I needed his cum inside me and I did everything I could to get it. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter, I growled obscenities at him, I pinched his nipples and then openly begged him to breed me.  I stared up at him as he railed me and he had a crazy look on his face.  I whimpered like a school girl and begged him, “Please daddy.  Fill me up!”   He threw his head back and roared and his climax overtook him. I felt his cock spasm as he shot into me and I instantly orgasmed myself hands free, my warm cum spraying on my chest, neck and face.  He slammed himself into me a few more times, then pulled back, so I could see his cummy cock, then he jammed it back into me and pumped a few more times. We lay there panting, entwined together with him still inside me for a few minutes until his cock softened and slid out of me.  I felt totally blissful, wrapped in his big arms

“That was incredible,” he said quietly.  I nodded mutely, so totally spent I could not yet speak.  I softly stroked his sweaty back, then leaned down and licked his shoulder.  It was salty and I savored the taste.

Suddenly I remembered all those beautiful women he took to dinner and wondered if he was down low or bi.  “Bryce,” I said, “Can I ask you something?”  “Shoot,” he replied.  “What about all those babes you take to the restaurant?  Are you dating them?”   He chuckled and said, “I run a modeling agency.  Those women work for me.  Every so often I’ll take one out after she does a successful shoot.  I’m gay.”   I felt a wave of relief come over me and then Bryce got a mischievous look in his eyes.  “You know, I’m really hungry.  How would you like to go to the restaurant tonight with me?”  “Do you mean it?” I asked, and realizing how stupid that question sounded, I blushed again. 

 

All characters are above the age of 18

Hey, I’m Nathan.  I just graduated from a university in the Midwest and my graduation gift was a trip, destination of my choice. I don’t mind traveling solo.  In fact, I like it.  I’m 5 ft 10 inches of corn-fed Kansas farm boy.  I’ve got brown hair and blue eyes and a pretty tight body.  I can fill out a speedo pretty well too.  I work out regularly and though I’m not jacked, I’m lean and toned.

I decided to go to Iceland and had an awesome time.  I toured for several days and saw amazing glaciers, waterfalls, and geysers. I was very interested in visiting one of their legendary hot spring spas.  I poked around online and found one not too far from where I was staying.  Their website noted that they were LGTBQ friendly.  I hadn’t gotten laid since I left for the trip so I pretty horny.  “Maybe I’ll get lucky,” I thought, “With all that near naked flesh out in the open, there are bound to be some other horny guys too.”

I checked in, was given a robe, a towel, and a key to a locker.  Everyone was required to shower before entering the pool. When I went into the men’s locker room, I was surprised to find that the showers were communal.  I enjoy open showers. In these days in America, they get rarer and rarer.  Thank goodness for those liberal Scandinavians.

I stuffed my clothes into my locker, grabbed my towel, and walked naked over to one of the showerheads coming out of the wall.  They were several men showering but a quick glance around left me uninspired. I had almost finished when a younger guy came in, maybe in his mid-20’s.  He kept his towel around him right until he reached a shower head on the wall opposite of me.  He turned his back to me, hung up his towel on a nearby hanger and turned the water on.  He had a very nice body.  Not heavily muscled but with perfect proportions.  Wide shoulders, narrow waist, and beautiful legs.  His hair was dark and I guessed that he was of Mediterranean descent.  His skin was olive colored, perfectly clear, almost luminous.  I’d put him at about my size, 5’9” and 150 pounds.  What really got me going was his ass.  I kid you not, I think it was the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen on a man.  Plump and round, without being fat. It was firm and dimpled when he moved in the shower.  He also had a small tattoo of a teddy bear on the side of his left ass cheek.

I don’t know why, but that tattoo increased my attraction to him. It was a feast for my eyes to watch the rivulets of water run down his back. I suddenly realized I’d been ogling this guy for several minutes and wondered if any of the others in the shower noticed my staring.  Only two other guys remained.  One was drying himself while the third continued to shower.  Eventually they both left and it was just me and beautiful ass boy.  I still had not seen his face or family jewels, but I was hesitant to stay much longer, lest it become obvious to the attendants that I was a lurker.  Just then the guy turned off his shower and grabbed his towel. He dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his waist, depriving me of the view. Only then did he turn around.  He headed for the exit but looked over at me.  We made eye contact.  His eyes were green.  Mine are blue.  He had a really cute face and small patch of black hair on his chest.  He held my gaze for a moment, then his eyes dropped to waist…or to my cock I should probably say.

I’m an average guy in many ways.  I’m average height, have a decent build and have been described as “goofy cute,” by a twink I was flirting with recently.  Where I’m not average is the cock department.  I am above average in length and well above average in girth.  I’m cut and my cockhead is bigger than my shaft.  Not gonna lie,  I kind of like showing it off.

His eyes widened a bit when he saw what I was packing and I waggled my hips ever so slightly, making my cock sway lazily from side to side.  He glanced back up at my face and seemed embarrassed to have been caught cock watching.  He quickly looked away and resumed his way toward the lockers.  I had the impulse to follow him, but I didn’t, reasoning that he wasn’t really flirting and I didn’t want to be labeled a creeper.

I waited a few more minutes, stepped out of the shower, dried myself slowly, and went to my locker.  There was no sign of him, which both relieved and disappointed me.

I’ve had a lot of fun in locker rooms over the years.  I’ve had sex in steamrooms, saunas, hot tubs, and shower stalls.  Once I went to a work conference on the campus of a large state university.  I had read that the old athletic building could be cruisy, so I went jogging there.  Naturally I would need a shower afterward, so I headed to the locker room when I had finished.  It was large, old-fashioned, and needed a paint job. It smelled of dust, sweat, and steam. There were wooden benches between the rows of lockers.  There were so many cruisers in there you would have thought it was a gay bath house.  Man did I have some fun…but I digress.

At my locker I finished drying and put on my speedo.  I had cut the lining out so the outline of my cockhead would be clearly visible.  I know….I have no shame.  As a modicum of modesty, I did wear my robe when I walked from the locker room to the hot spring.  It was stunning.  The water was a brilliant blue, but it was opaque, due to the high mineral content.  The pool itself had been carved out of volcanic rock and was huge.  It wasn’t rectangular.  Instead, it was comprised of little irregularly shaped pools formed by the natural rock, which all connected to a large central pool.  Steam rose from the water and there were probably 100 bathers, but it didn’t feel crowded, because it was so large.  There were people of all ages and races and everybody seemed to be having a good time.  There was a swim up bar, a station for mud masks, and a meditation grotto.  Scattered around the edges of the pools were little cabanas, maybe 8 ft square.

I looked around to see if I could spot my shower partner, but did not.  I put my robe and towel on nearby lounge chair, putting my overly stuffed speedo briefly on view.  I waded into the warm water and shuddered with delight.  Just the right temperature and with a slightly viscous feel.   I sank to my neck and duck walked out into a deeper part, when I could stand with water to my waist.

It was then that I caught sight of the boy from the shower.  He was with a group of six young men about his age and they were laughing and splashing and clearly full of themselves.  Two were blonde and fair, one was black, two more had brown hair and medium skin tone, and then there was teddy bear ass, with his wonderful olive coloring.  They were young and thin, all wearing speedos and I would have enjoyed a romp with any of them.  They had kind of a collective cockiness about them, like they knew they were beautiful and the subject of many an admiring eye.  Teddy bear was standing with one the blondes in profile.  The blonde had his back to me.  Teddy bear glanced over and saw me, and then elbowed his friend and whispered something to him.  The blonde turned around and looked at me, then quickly looked away. They both giggled like school girls.  I was certain that the subject of my cock had already been discussed among them.

I reached down into the water and squeezed myself a few times.  I then purposely spent a few minutes thinking about the fun I’d had in that university locker room.  My cock inflated in my swimsuit.  I then got out of the pool, and walked slowly to my chaise, my bulge proudly leading the way.  The two boys looked, then all six looked.  I sat down and smiled over at them smugly.  They all turned away, except Teddy Bear.  He held my gaze for five seconds or so and then turned, whispered something to his blond companion.  He then began a slow leisurely walk toward the bath house.

This time I followed him.  He knew I was.  He’d glanced over his shoulder twice as if I needed encouragement.  He entered the bath house and headed toward the urinals.  Again, I was thankful about the lack of modesty among the Scandinavians, because there were no partitions between them.  He walked up to a urinal and made a show of untying the draw string in his speedo.  I slowly sidled up beside him and did the same.  My big cock flopped out.  I made no pretense of needing to pee.  I just stood there and stroked it until it was almost fully hard.  He watched out of the corner of his eye and then turned slightly and gazed at me directly.  His own cock was out and it was uncut and definitely respectable, getting hard quickly.  Soon it was at full mast, jutting away from his body at a 45 degree angle and his foreskin had retracted to reveal a deep pink head. He looked from my cock to my face and then said something I didn’t understand.  It was in a Germanic sounding language.  Could have been any of several, none of which I spoke.  I shook my head and said, “I’m sorry.”  He tried again using a somewhat different sounding tongue, but again, I was unable to understand at all.  He smiled, nodded his head sideways and crooked his finger at me to say, follow me.

We both tucked ourselves away and I let him lead me out of the bathhouse, to where I did not know.  He headed back to the pool, not looking back, and then to one of the cabanas scattered along the rim of the pool.  When he reached one, he unzipped the canvas door and stepped inside.  Then he beckoned for me to come in as well.  I pushed the flap open and went in.  Teddy Bear stood beside a small cot, and to my surprise, his blonde friend was there too, sitting in a wicker chair.  Well, well, I thought. This is my lucky day.

They had a short exchange and then the blonde pulled out his phone, said something into it,  and then hit translate.  He held the phone up for me to read.  “He would like to do oral sex on your penis” it said.  I chuckled a bit at the formality of his request. It was as if he were ordering a coffee.

He pointed to himself and said, “Rolf,” then to his companion, and said “Latta.”   Of the two, Rolf had the air of the alpha.  He stood about six feet and had blonde hair long enough to have a waviness to it.  He was lanky, fair and hairless, with a flat stomach and defined pecs.  He reminded me of an Olympic swimmer.

 I took a step forward, planted my feed wider apart, put my hands behind my back, and thrust my hips forward a little.  Words weren’t really required, but I said “Permission granted,” anyway, looking at Rolf.  Rolf simply nodded at Latta, who moved toward me, dropped to his knees, and pressed his nose against my speedo.  He licked and nipped my bulge through the thin fabric and put his mouth on my cockhead.  I felt the warmth of his breath on me. Soon my speedo was wet from his saliva.  Rolf moved over to stand just behind me, looking over my shoulder, and seemed to be enjoying the show.

I looked down and saw that Latta’s saliva had made my white speedo almost translucent and that my cock was clearly visible through it. I was so hard that the waistband had begun to stretch the fabric so far that it began to pull away from my body.  Latta’s fingers slipped inside the waistband and touched me directly, while Rolf reached around fingered my nipples.  Latta looked up at me as if for permission, then grasped my swimsuit with both hands and slowly pulled it down.  My nine inches leapt out and bounced in front of them. He was wide-eyed and rapt for a few seconds, letting me proudly hang there like a monument as he stared at it.  He had the unmistakable look of cock lust in his eyes.  I had often felt it too.  Then Rolf moved around me and knelt beside his companion.   Almost reverently,  Rolf reached out and touched me, slowly wrapping his hand around the base of my shaft.  He looked at Latta and nodded and Latta leaned forward and put his lips on my cock.  It was now definitely clear who called the shots.  Rolf was in charge of this duo and Teddy Bear Latta was his sub.  I didn’t really care, but knowing the dynamics meant I could use them to maximize my pleasure. 

Latta kissed my big head and licked up and down my shaft. Rolf watched.  Latta licked my head and then opened wide to take it in. Rolf put his hand on the back of Latta’s head and pushed it forward, slowly.  Inch by inch, the kid took my shaft in his mouth and then his throat.  Rolf pushed further and Latta began to gag.  He still had two inches to go but he had reached his breaking point.  Rolf let him pull back and then pushed him to suck me slowly, up and down, without reaching the gagging point.  Rolf’s hand slipped down the back of Latta’s swimsuit and he began to finger his companion.  Latta was eagerly sucking me, but he was also clearly enjoying being stimulated anally and gasped and whimpered when his partner’s finger went inside him.

Rolf suddenly stood up and pulled down his red speedo.  His uncut phallus jumped out.  It was about 7 inches and his dark red cock head looked menacing.  He moved over to stand beside me, so that Latta now had two cocks to service.  I looked over at Rolf and our eyes met.  I leaned over and kissed him.  His mouth opened eagerly to accept my tongue and his hands explored my body.  Latta continued to give me excellent head, while also kneading my balls.  Rolf sucked at my tongue while he pinched my nipples with one hand tickled my anus and taint with the other.  How lucky was I to have these two boys doing all they could to please me?

Rolf said something to Latta.   His mouth was full of my cock, so a garbled, “Umph” was all he could say.  Rolf knelt down and pulled his partner off my cock, which he then slowly took into his own mouth, while he maintained eye contact with Latta.  I knew I was being objectified.  I wasn’t a person.  I was a huge cock these boys wanted to share.  After sucking me a few seconds, Rolf pulled back and pointed my cock again at Latta, this time slapping his face with it.  A dollop of pre-cum had gathered on my head and Latta leaned forward to lick it.  As he pulled back, a string of the sticky stretched between his mouth and my cock. Two boys were in cock heaven.

Rolf then pushed Latta onto his back on the floor of the tent and Latta put his legs high in the air. His hole was pink and hairless. Rolf put on a show for me of teasing his boyfriend’s anus with his fingers and tongue, stopping every few seconds to show it to me.  He spat on it and rubbed the wad of saliva around, making it glisten.  He said something and nodded at me.  I didn’t understand the words but the meaning was perfectly clear.  He was presenting his boyfriend’s ass for me to fuck.  Who was I to refuse?

I knelt in front of Latta, whose legs remained high, knees to his chest.  I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him close to me.  Rolf leaned down and spat on my cock and smeared the spit around for lube.  He held my cock and guided me forward, inserting me slowly.  Latta whimpered when the head of my cocked popped in.  Rolf released my cock and I sunk myself deeper into his partner.  Latta moaned and whined.  One thing that turns me on is a bottom that whimpers like a girl and I was discovering that Latta was very vocal.  I started to push in and out slowly and he began keening every time my cock was all the way in.

Rolf remained the director and seemed to enjoy his boyfriend’s helpless position.  Kneeling beside him, he pinched the boy’s brown nipples hard and he yelped in pleasured pain.  Rolf moved up and put his fat uncut cock in Latta’s mouth.  Latta sucked hungrily at it, then took Rolf’s balls in his mouth one at a time, while Rolf cock slapped him.  Rolf muttered some things, presumably to Latta, who replied with what sounded affirmative noise, though it was hard to tell because his mouth was stuffed with Rolf’s thrusting cock.  Rolf turned to me and smiled.  He put his hand behind my neck and pulled me to him in a kiss.  His mouth tasted sweet and his tongue aggressively wrestled with mine.  It was such a hot moment.  All three of us were pleasuring and being pleasured at the same time.  Rolf broke the kiss and pulled back.  He stood and walked behind me and lay on the ground with head just under my ass. I spread my knees wider and he proceeded to lick my balls and taint which felt amazing.  With a cock no longer in his mouth, Latta was once again verbal, imploring me with words I didn’t need to understand.  He was furiously pulling on his own cock and his other hand roamed the muscles of my chest and abdomen.  Rolf’s treatment of my balls was feeling great, but it suddenly stopped and I could not see what he was doing.  I felt hot breath on my neck and realized he was kneeling right behind me.  He put his mouth up to my ear and stuck his tongue in, then licked and nipped at my neck.  I felt a warm finger probe my asshole and I momentarily tensed.  Rolf put the finger to his mouth and spit on it, then began to rub my hole in a circular motion.  The pressure felt good and I eventually relaxed enough for him to insert his finger again.  He murmured some more words that sounded like a question to me.  I simply nodded.  I already knew what was coming next.  Rolf put the blunt head of his against my asshole.  It felt warm and I momentarily stopped pumping Latta, so Rolf could penetrate me fully.  He pushed his head into me and gave me a few seconds to relax before he sunk himself all the way in.

I had never been part of a “daisy chain” before, but I’d seen it in porn videos and wondered what it would be like to be the gay in the middle. It was awesome.  Once Rolf was in me, I began to move slowly feeling myself simultaneously sinking deeply into Latta, while pulling myself forward until just the head of Rolf’s cock was in me, then feeling the reverse when I thrust backward.  I was in total control.  The boys were basically motionless and I did all the thrusting, fucking the boy and then fucking myself by impaling myself on the other’s cock. Rolf ran his hands down my back, over my shoulders and around to my chest to play with my nipples.  He again put his mouth near me ear, but this time growled guttural words that I’m certain were intended to provide encouragement.  He leaned over my shoulder and spat on Latta, whose moans and howling were certainly being heard by the people outside.

With both my cock and my prostate being wonderfully stimulated I knew I wouldn’t last too much longer. My companions were breathing pretty heavily too.  I didn’t know how to communicate that I was about to unload, so I just moaned loudly.  I felt so good, totally immersed in the physical act and my mind was blank. I only knew that I needed to nut deep into this boy.  The pangs of pleasure heightened and became white hot.  Then I was coming and coming, fucking harder than I ever have.  Latta’s whimpering became almost a howl as he furiously pounded his cock. His balls had drawn up so tight they almost disappeared inside his groin.  He arched his back and his eyes rolled up in his head and his hot sperm spurted out and coated his stomach and chest.  He must have shot 7 or 8 jets.  Spent, I slowed my thrusting and Rolf took over.  He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up hard.  While he pounded me, he chewed on my neck and growled deep in his throat. Then he was climaxing, his thrusts slowing down but slamming himself into my ass harder and harder.  Then, with a final violent stroke he sunk all the way in me and stayed.  His weight fell on my back and we both tumbled down onto Latta, my cock still inside him and Rolf’s still inside me.  We were a sweaty heaving pile of boy flesh and we stayed that way a long time, until our breathing returned to normal, our cocks softening while our assholes oozed cum. 

Eventually Rolf pulled himself off me and I pushed myself up so Latta could scoot out from under.  Latta rose to his knees and kissed my stomach lightly.  When he looked up at me, there was a huge grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.  Rolf wrapped his arms around from behind me in bear hug and squeezed.  His kissed the back of my neck and then released me.   We stood there awkwardly for a moment, then all laughed.  I found my speedo and slipped it back on.  I gave them both a wink and let myself out of the cabana.  A few people nearby gave me the side eye and one or two snickered, but I was in such post-nut bliss I didn’t care.  I made my way back to the bath house to shower off some of the smell of sex.  When I passed a full length mirror in the dressing room, I saw that my skin was red in places, my hair was crazy, and my lips looked bruised.  Worst of all was the huge angry hickey on my neck.  I hope I packed a turtleneck.

All characters are over age 18

Jake’s my best friend and my best fuck buddy.  We mess around like once a week or so, when we’re not out fucking other dudes.  I’ll text him randomly when I’m horny and if he’s horny and free, we link.  It’s such great situationship.  Neither of us want a relationship, just lots of sex.  Jake’s a total top and I’m vers, but always on the bottom when I’m with him.  I complain about it once in a while but he just says, “Dude, I love topping too much to ever want to bottom.”   Whatever.

My phone buzzed one morning not too long ago and it was horn dog Jake.  Hey what’s up, bro?  I texted back*….Guess you’re wanting some ass about now*  I replied.  Of course he responded with some unnecessary emojis.  But I have an idea.  Let’s go to Mott’s Creek.

Mott’s Creek state park is rather unremarkable piece of land that, not surprisingly, is bisected by a muddy creek.  It’s probably 20 acres on the outskirts of town and I think they only made it into a park because it was too rocky and messed up to be developed.  It wasn’t very pretty and it wasn’t very popular….except with one human species—gay men looking for a quick fuck.  It was notorious before the apps came along and it’s still pretty active.  Apps make it easy to arrange a meet up there if you’re not in the mood to cruise randomly.

We hit the park about 1 pm and it was a great day to be out.  There were about a dozen empty cars in the parking lot – a good sign.  Jake was wearing a tank top, running shorts, and a baseball cap on backwards.  No underwear of course, his big meat bouncing around.  I had opted for cut off jeans and a muscle tee.  We bounced out of the car and headed for one of the trailheads.  A few yards in it branched into a Y.  “Meet you back here in an hour?” he asked with a devilish look in his eyes.  “You got it,” I replied.  With that, Jake pulled his tank over his head and stuffed it under the back waistband of his shorts and headed down the left trail. Such a slut.

I took the right and kept my shirt on.  The undergrowth on either side of the trail was pretty dense, but every once in a while a side trail would branch off, usually smaller than the main trail.  Intuition told me that this is where the action would be.

I took a side trail and before too long I began to hear the scuffling of leaves and some low human noises.  I slowed my pace and made my steps as quiet as possible.  I love catching people in the act, so I snuck forward like a cat stalking a bird.  I stuck my head around a tree trunk I was sheltering behind spied two heavy guys fucking standing up.  There was a lot of jiggling flesh.  I don’t judge, but that wasn’t for me.  Fortunately, they hadn’t seen me, so I quiet retraced my steps hoping for something a little more my style.  How about a fem boy?

Back on the main trail I saw someone walking toward me.  Well, maybe bouncing toward me would be a more accurate description.  He was tall and thin and wearing something that looked like capri pants and a yellow strappy top.  He had on light makeup and his hair fell in a tangle of light brown curls to his shoulders.  Now this was more my style.  I love to top a fem boy.  We made eye contact as we advanced closer to one another and he gave me a flirty little wave.  “Whatcha up to, hotsuff?” he said in a sing-song voice.  I believe in being direct so I blurted out, “Looking for a ladyboy who puts out.”  If I had thought he would act all shocked, I would have been disappointed, but I knew if he was here, dressed like that, he was just as horny as I.   I cocked my head in the direction of another side path and he followed me like a docile animal.  We found a small clearing and I whirled around and grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him to his knees.  He knew what to do.  He unzipped my jean shorts and my already hardening cock leapt out.  With a little whimper he leaned forward and started licking my shaft up and down.  Not too fast.  Then he ran his tongue over my cockhead, getting it all wet and shiny.  He didn’t neglect my balls either, managing to get them both in his mouth and washing them with his tongue.  He was good.  He didn’t rush in and start sucking at full speed like some guys do.  He started slow, used a lot of spit, and a varied technique.  Sometimes he used his hand on my shaft and sometimes not.  He sped up, then slowed, and then jacked my wet meat before inserting back in his mouth. 

I believe in mutual pleasure during sex, so after a bit I pulled him to his feet and pushed his pants down to his ankles.  His genitals were pretty and pink and totally smooth.  He was uncut and the ruby color of his cockhead was darker than his shaft and foreskin.  I liked the contrast.  I slowly stroked his 5 inches and enjoyed watching his cockhead disappear inside his foreskin, the reappear on each downstroke.  I leaned down and took him my mouth, running my tongue under the foreskin.  He moaned when I began to knead his balls with the palm of my hand, while I used my middle  finger to tickle his taint.  I could taste precum and when I pulled back and squeezed his cock with my fist, a long strand of good slowly dripped from him.   I turned him around and, just as I suspected, his asshole was pretty and pink and smooth.  I dove in and gave him good tonguing, nipping his cheeks and inner thighs.  Wet from my saliva, I tickled his hole with my fingertips and he squirmed.  He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart for me and I took it as a sign he was ready to do the nasty. 

I spit on my hand and got my cock good and wet and pressed it against his boypuss.  It opened obligingly and I felt my head pop through his sphincter.  I love it when I first enter a guy.  I savor those first few seconds before pushing deeper.  This boy was eager and responded by pushing himself backward onto me until I felt my belly rub up against his cheeks.  We fell into a slow rhythm and it felt so good. He had been bent forward, hands on his knees, but I pulled him upright and kissed his neck. That apparently was a hot button for him because he began to more forcefully push back against me.  I stood still and watched him impale himself over and over again.  It made me hornier than ever and I got a bit aggressive.  I put my hand over his mouth and fucked him rough.  He took it like a champ.  I released his mouth and he hissed, “I’m getting close.”  He had been pulling on his cock slowly a few moments before, but now he was going at it with determination. I reached down and took his hand off himself and replaced it with mine, matching his previous speed.  He moaned and ground his ass against me.  I felt my orgasm building and hoped my favorite thing would happen, two guys fucking who cum at the same time.  I sped up my strokes on his cock and began a long steady “aaaaahhhh” which then rose in intensity and volume.  I went over the edge and began pumping my sperm into him.  He shuddered and writhed and I felt his seed coat my palm.  We slowed our thrusting gradually and I gently pulled out of him.  It was sexy as hell to see my cum leaking out of him, so I put myself back in and gave his ass a few gentle strokes.  Eventually we broke apart.  I pulled a bandana out of my pocket and wiped us both down.  Neither of us had taken off our shirts or removed our pants completely, so we were dressed in short order. “ I’m Lee” he said.  “Want my number?”  I realized it was only the second time I had heard him speak and liked his voice.  “Sure,“  I said and gave him my phone to enter his digits.  He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and quick grab of my junk through my shorts and walked off without a backward glance.

After my romp with Lee, I needed a bit of rest.  I found a stump, pulled out my phone, and sent him a few dick pics along with some spicy suggestion of what I’d like to do to him the next time I saw him. He responded right away with his own ideas about round two and I felt some stirring in my groin from the sexy exchange.

I still had 30 minutes before I was supposed to meet Jake, so I headed deeper into the park, occasionally spying men playing in duos and trios, but none of them interested me.  I wasn’t ready for group play.  I was in the mood for something else.   I found him leaning against a tree, huge arms crossed over his huge chest.  I fell in Daddy lust right then and there.

You see, I love being vers. I get to enjoy two wildly different types of sexual pleasure.  I love dominating someone softer and younger than me, but I also love submitting to and being used by guys my age or into their 40’s.  Letting someone else call the sexual shots and giving myself over to  his desires is incredibly exciting.  On my back with my legs in the air, I experience a thrill and drink in the top energy of my partner, never knowing how he might steer the action.  Sometimes It was really good and sometimes not, but the uncertainty was part of the mystique.

Back to this particular daddy inspiring my lust.  He was probably 40, had a little salt in his black pepper hair, and little creases at the corners of his eyes and he was smokin’ hot.  6 feet tall, wearing a tank top displaying his guns.  He had three or four day’s growth of black stubble and his black eyes gleamed.  He chuckled a little as I approached and said, “Now what do we have here?”   I didn’t know what to say to that. I thought, “Hello Sir,” would be a bit trite, so I said, “I’d like to apply for the position of your next slut.”  The corners of his mouth curled up a bit.  He went with it.  “What are your qualifications?” he asked.  “I’m totally willing to be used, in any and every way, and I don’t require safe words.”  His smile extended a bit more and he said, “Follow me.” 

I obeyed.  He led into a small clearing which had a picnic table under a small shelter.  “Strip,” he ordered.  Nothing unclear about that, so I began. I took off my top slowly and made sure my shoulders were squared. I didn’t flex, but I didn’t play coy either. He nodded and I dropped my pants next, revealing my jock strap, distended from my erection.  It was a turn on to be nearly naked while my soon to be sex partner was still fully clothed.  I knew he was appraising my body, which I’m proud of.  “Turn around,” he said flatly and I did so, showing him my ass.  I pulled the elastic leg straps and let them snap back against my ass.  He chortled a little at that and I smirked at him over my shoulder.  “You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?”  he said playfully.   “Well, I ain’t the Pillsbury doughboy,” I replied, eyes twinkling. “Bend over,” was his next command, “Spread ‘em.”  I leaned my upper body forward, reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks, so my rosebud was on fully display.  I clenched and released so it winked at him and he laughed a low, gravelly laugh. “You are cheeky,” he added.  Then in a harsh voice, “Get over here now.”  Again, I obeyed.  I expected him to put me on my knees, but instead he grabbed the back of my head, pulled me toward him, and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth.  He tasted of cigarettes and his tongue forcefully engaged mine.  At the same time he grabbed one ass cheek with one hand and pushed the middle finger of his other hand roughly into my anus.  Not gonna lie, the sudden assault caught me off guard.  It hurt, but I had pre-lubed myself before I came to the park, so it could have been much worse.  He just as roughly pulled his finger out of me and held it up halfway between my face and his. ”Where was this going,” I wondered.  He slowly moved the finger under his nose and smelled it.  A low growl escaped his throat and he spun me around roughly, pushed my back down, dropped to his knees and began to eat my ass.  I would describe my earlier ministrations to Lee’s ass as “teasing” and “sensual.”  This felt more like a full out assault.  His tongue probed me deeply and the stubble on his chin scraped my cheeks and hole. He was so aggressive I almost lost my balance and toppled forward.  He didn’t stop, but instead, wrapped and arm around my waist and pulled me back so his tongue wouldn’t lose contact with my ass.  He was making guttural noises and was clearly enjoying the banquet.  My cock throbbed and I couldn’t help stroking myself.  He noticed and slapped my hand away.  He broke away from my ass long enough to growl, “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself,” and then went back to devouring me.  

When he finally broke away and stepped back, his face was wet and shining.  Get up on the picnic table on your back he ordered.  I clambered up and lay down.  He came up to the end of the table, fully clothed, and pulled me toward the edge until my head was hanging over.  I knew what was coming, or so I thought.  As a surprise to me, he pulled out a bandana from his pocket, fashioned a blind fold, and tied it around my head.  This would be a first for me.  I then listened, assuming he was undressing.  I heard a zipper sound and then felt his rough hand on my throat. Almost immediately his musky cock forced its way into my mouth.  It felt very thick and I began to choke.  I hadn’t been prepared for such girth.  It was stretching the edges of my mouth.  He pulled back until only the head was in my mouth and automatically my tongue swirled around it, worshipping it, polishing it, then he pushed it roughly back in.   He paused for a moment and then I heard a familiar sound, a sucking sound as he inhaled most likely from a bottle of poppers.  Then I smelled their acrid smell near my nose.  “Do them!”  he commanded and I complied, taking a small sniff.  “Do more,” he growled and I gave in and inhaled deeply.  I felt the poppers begin to kick in and my head spun.  Again, his cock forced itself roughly into my mouth and I surrendered to it.  Time slowed down and every sense intensified.  The cock pummeling my mouth was my master and I, its slave.  Nothing else existed except that beer can sized organ and my need to consume it.  Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth and I realized I was growling like an animal as the cock forced itself deeper into my throat. I felt his balls grind against my nose and through the haze, I realized they were hairy as I felt his pubic hair brushing my face. 

I felt his hands on my chest and then my nipples were being pinched …hard.  I arched my back and embraced the pleasurable pain.  The poppers began to wear off and I wished he would fill my mouth with his cum.  He suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth and I gasped at the void it left.  I wanted it back to fill me, own me.  I raised my hand to find his cock and restore it to its rightful position in my gullet, but I couldn’t find it, blindfolded as I was.  I was gasping and drooling and suddenly felt gutted.

I heard his heaving breath and then his hands were rubbing my chest, kneading my pecs.  It appeared we had arrived at halftime, as the action took a break.  He ripped the blindfold off my eyes and I squinted against the afternoon soon.  When my focus returned, I saw him, albeit upside down, fully clothed with a girthy prong and two fat balls standing out proudly from the fly of his jeans.

“Get up,” he said, and I struggled to roll over and right myself.  I stepped down from the table, to the bench, to stand before him.  We stood a moment, both breathing heavily and assessing each other.  He stepped forward and grabbed my cock.  “Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered and I did.  He produced a tube of lube from his pocket and squirted a dollop on my cock.  After that, he grabbed my cock and began to stroke it.  The lube was so slick and the friction on my cock head felt amazing.  He varied the tempo and grip of jerking my cock and ran his thumb over my head, giving me intense pleasure.  Being totally naked while he was totally clothed was a turn on. I stared at his glistening cock and hairy balls wanting them back in my mouth again.  I longed to see his muscled chest, but didn’t dare to suggest he remove his shirt. He stroked me harder and faster and I felt my guts tighten.  I moaned and he suddenly stopped, leaving me close to, but not over the edge.  He repeated this a number of times, sometimes kissing me, sometimes biting my nipples, and sometimes sticking his finger back up my bum.  If I moved my hands from behind my back he reprimanded me.  I was totally at his mercy.  My cock was so hard I thought it might burst and each time he suddenly withdrew stimulation, it bounced wildly, looking for that little bit more touch that would bring it over the top. 

After about ten minutes of this, I was panting and near exhaustion.  My need to cum made my vision hazy and my cock hurt from how hard it was.  “Please, sir” I begged.  “May I cum?”  “Oh you will,” he responded and turned me around.  He came up close behind me and I simultaneously felt his breath on my neck and his cockhead rubbing up and down my ass crack.  Each time it neared my hole and I tensed and arched back, but he kept the teasing up.  He laughed and said, “How ripe you are my boy.”  “Please,” was all I could say.

With one mighty thrust he forced his way into me.  No time to get used to his girth, just a full assault on my ass.  I gasped and stood up on my toes, trying to ease the pain of my sphincter being so roughly forced open, but he wrapped his big arms around my chest and pressed me to him.  One hand produced the bottle of poppers again and presented it to my nose.  This time I inhaled deeply, with no urging, knowing from experience it would make things easier….and nastier.  After I took my huff, he used them too.  First one nostril, then the other, but much longer than I had.  I heard the top of the bottle clack as he closed it up and heard him stuff it in a pocket.  He growled low in his throat and he began to thrust into me, slowly at first, but then harder.  I could smell the combination of poppers and cigarettes from his breath and, so wrong, it turned me on.  The poppers started to take effect on me and I could hear my own heartbeat in my head.  He started pounding me and I thrust back against him at the same time.  It became animalistic.  I began growling and my growl was punctuated by every thrust of his meat into my ass.  “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,”  I raved uncontrollably.  It felt so good and I was so high I almost didn’t realize my dripping cock had moved from neutral to high gear.  Almost before I realized it I was on the edge of cumming hands free.  The poppers had done their magic and I was a crazed animal.  Short-lived as the fuck was, I came as hard as I ever had in my life, my cock wildly spurting cum into the air, onto the ground, and on my chest and thighs. “Good boy,” he breathed onto my neck and pounded me faster.  The poppers started to wear off and I was aware that I probably couldn’t withstand his anal assault much longer when he grunted and gripped me around the chest even more tightly.  His thrusts slowed, but intensified in their strength, almost lifting me off the ground,  Bam! Bam! Bam!,,,,then a final thrust that ended with him as deep inside me as possible.  His cock was pulsing and my ass ring felt it throb as it sprayed his seed deep inside me.  Five or six intense pulses, followed by maybe five more of lessening intensity.  There was no question I had been bred. I almost crumpled to the ground and would have fallen if he hadn’t pulled me back and hugged me tightly to him.  Together we breathed in and out heavily, both sweaty from the brief, but incredibly intense exertion.  I leaned my head back so it was against one of his shoulders and he kissed and licked my neck.  His still hard cock owned my ass and I never wanted it to vacate me.  I felt wonderfully full and stretched.  Eventually mother mature took over and he softened and when he finally pulled out of me, I felt empty and alone.  Standing there, totally naked, while he stuffed his junk back into his jeans made me feel forlorn, but after he zipped up, he pulled me toward him once again and kissed me deeply with his tongue, a kiss that went on a full minute, our tongues hungrily lashing each other.  When he finally pulled back, I looked at him through sex hazed eyes.  I wanted to tell him how incredible the experience had been, but he stepped away and said, “Gotta go babe.  I wish….”he trailed off and and then he broke off and walked away. 

“Wish what?” I thought.  I stood there naked for a moment and then began to retrieve my clothes.  I knew that many people lived conflicted lives and hoped that, after exiting my twenties, I would have greater clarity on what I wanted and the will to pursue it.

Asshole still spasming, I found my jock, shorts and tee and slipped them back on.  I sat on the picnic bench to replace my shoes and felt some cum leaking out of me. 

I was more than a bit dazed after my experience with big daddy.  Two orgasms under very different circumstances had me tired, but it was still only 45 minutes since I’d left Jake and I knew, if anything, he’d be late rather than early.  15 minutes at a minimum to kill.  I wandered back to the point where our trails diverged and started wandering down the route he had taken.  I saw discarded condoms and condom wrappers along the path.  At least he was playing safe.  I saw movement off to my left and decided to investigate further.  Probably not something I’d be interested in at this point, but my curiosity often outstrips my libido.  I parted several dense bushes and ferns to find myself starting into a clearing, about 15 yards ahead of me.  There was Jake, the I-am-only-a-top Jake, getting railed by an enormous black man.  Jake was on a blanket on his back, legs high in the air, squealing like a bitch.  The black stud was shiny with sweat and his hips moved like a jackhammer, pummeling Jakes eagle spread legs and his asshole in between.  I was instantly hard again and watched with fascination as Jake beat his meat furiously and urged his big partner to fuck him harder.  It was incredibly intense and I’d never seen Jake so totally possessed.  He had always been a great sex partner, but he never to lost control.  Now, he was no longer in charge.  In fact, he seemed to relish being used.  Every different thing the top did to him made him writhe and moan more.  His long blonde hair was wet with sweat, as were his abs, chest, and brow.  “Fuck me,” he growled at this partner, who responded by pounding even harder and then threw his head back and roared, “I’m cumming, I cumming, take it bitch, take it all.”  His broad back arched and his muscled shoulders tensed.  He pumped a few times more into my friend then collapsed on top of him, gasping for air.  I couldn’t tell if Jake had cum, but I was certain if I were in his position, I would have, maybe even twice.

After a minute, the top pushed himself up, stood over Jake, and then walked over and knelt by his face.  Jake required no instruction.  He took the stud’s cock in his mouth and cleaned it completely, submissively.  I watched as Mr. Muscle withdrew, pulling on his clothes as he departed without a backward glance at my friend.  I smirked to myself about my friend being turned from a total top to a submissive bottom

Jake lay alone on the blanket, looking used and tired.  It was at this moment I decided to emerge onto the scene.  With glazed eyes he looked up at me and said in a quiet voice, “Oh hi.”  I laughed a   bit at his insane greeting, laying naked, sweat soaked, and spermy on a ragged blanket in the woods.  His handsome cock was still hard and pointing skyward.

“Always and forever a top,” I said in a mocking voice, “Not what I just witnessed.”  He said nothing, but then lifted legs and said in a tiny voice, “I just need it a little more….please?”  His hole winked at me, leaking cum, red and bruised, but flexing in and out for me.  “What are friends for,”  I thought as I shed my shorts and pushed my hard, sore cock inside him.

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Hey, call me Zander…all my friends do.  My full name is Alexander, but you probably already guessed that.  I’m a pretty easy-going guy in my mid-thirties.  I married young and was divorced by my late twenties and I have no intention of getting married again.  It’s not that I don’t like women. I do.  It’s just that I’m bisexual and, because I know myself pretty well, I have to admit that I could never stay faithful to just one sex.  If I had steady pussy, I’d be wanting dick….and vice versa.

I have a wide circle of friends, but I’m only “out” about being bi to a few – my friend Sandy being one.  We were having drinks one evening and she mentioned that another one of our friend group, a guy named Jackson, had recently been left by his wife, who now wanted a divorce.  I don’t know much about Jackson, but Sandy knows his soon-to-be ex, Kiko, pretty well.

 “What happened,” I asked, only half-interestedly.  Domestic drama is a bore to me.  “I don’t really know” she replied, “Kiko hadn’t confided in me about their marriage recently.  Although I do remember once, shortly after they got married, she complained that their sex life was almost non-existent. That surprised me, because they’re both young and hot, you’d think they’d be going at it like a house on fire.” 

I didn’t know what to say about that, so we downed our drinks and went to dinner.  As we were finishing, Sandy said, “Maybe you could check in on Jackson, you know, see how he’s doing?”  I shot her a suspicious glance and the playful look in her eyes confirmed my suspicions.  “Well, you never know.  Maybe there’s more to his story, “She teased.  “Maybe he keeps it under wraps like you do.”   I rolled my eyes at her and said, “Sandy, you think everyone is secretly gay or bi,” but my protestation sounded hollow even to me.  “Ok, I’ll think about,” I eventually said, “But don’t think I’m going to tell you any details if we do hang.”

Life went on as usual for a few weeks and I hadn't forgotten about that quick conversation.  In fact, I had come to think about it a lot.  Although I didn’t know him well, Jackson was handsome, standing about 6 ft 2, weight about 180, with deep blue eyes and rich lustrous brown hair.  Not exactly the all-American man, but close.  The idea that he might secretly dig guys was intriguing.  Late in my teens I crushed on a straight guy a year older than me.  I secretly fantasized about having sex with him, but when I finally worked up the courage to hint at a bromance, he shut me down hard.  It hurt a lot and ever since then, if I thought a man was straight, no matter how cute or sexy, I would not let myself fantasize about having sex with them.  That had been the same with Jackson, until now.  I found myself remembering how he looked at a beach party the previous summer, when he was still with Kiko.  His broad shoulders looked like they could hold up the world and his tan skin was scrumptious to look at.  Now I found those images invading my mind when I rubbed one out. It was then I decided I would take action and see if there was anything to be seen behind Jackson’s façade.

Turns out I didn’t have to try at all to make it happen.  Sandy, inpatient at my lack of progress, took matters into her own hands and invited herself and Jackson over to my place for pizza for the following Saturday, without even asking me of course.  God, she has balls.  Saturday came and I made sure the place was presentable and set three places at my kitchen bar.  Five minutes before they were supposed to arrive, she called and said airily, “Oh darling, I won’t be able to make it tonight.  I have such a terrific headache.  Please give my regrets to …Jackson,” she said, putting heavy emphasis on his name.  She had suckered me again and she giggled as she hung up, saying in a mocking voice, “You boys have a good time.”

Ok.  So here’s the point where I have to admit to something.  As I said, I’m bisexual and have screwed my share of gay guys, but I’ve also seduced quite a few who are “straight.”  It’s a turn on for me.  A conquest.  Another friend even jokingly calls me “The Straight Guy Whisperer.” 

Promptly at six the doorbell rang and I let Jackson in.  “Where’s Sandy,” he said.  “Don’t ask” was my only reply.  He shrugged off his jacket, and I asked him what he wanted to drink.  “You have any whiskey?”   Did I have whiskey?  Whiskey is the first tool in straight guy whispering, so yes, I had plenty. 

The evening progressed and we had good conversation over the food and drinks.  He seemed to be a really sweet guy and he confessed to being sad about the breakup of his marriage.”   I knew better than to dig at the reasons why but was genuinely sympathetic because I could tell he was hurting. 

Three whiskeys later we were talked out and I suggested we watch some tv.  We sat on my couch, a respectable distance between us.  He had no preference as to what to watch, so I put on a movie I’d previewed because I knew it had some steamy sex scenes, one of which involved two men and a woman.  We watched, had more to drink, and when the scene came up, I watched Jackson closely out of the corner of my eye.  He squirmed a bit, but I couldn’t tell if it was from discomfort or arousal.  He DID keep his eyes glued to the screen, however.

After the movie, I expected to begin a slow conversation circle that would bring us back to the topic of threesomes, but he took us right there.  “That…uh…last scene was pretty crazy,”  he said.   I opted to use tool number two of straight-guy whispering—silence.”  I let his statement hang in the air to see if he would backtrack or double down.  “Have you ever had a threesome,” he asked, “I mean with two girls?”   I was casual when I responded.  “Sure,” and I’ve done it with another guy and a girl, too.”  “Cool,” was all he said.

After a minute, I said, “Let’s watch something else.”  I pulled up a porn scene of a MFF threesome, again, something I had cued up on purpose.  Two blonde girls were ministering to a Latin guy and they were the aggressors.  My favorite part was when one girl had his balls in her mouth as she stroked his big cock fast while the other girl ate the guy’s ass out with gusto.”   Jackson squirmed some more and ever so subtly adjusted himself.  The next scene was of a MMF threesome, but the guys didn’t touch each other, just used the girl’s holes.  By this time, I had maneuvered myself closer to him on the couch and I said quietly, without looking at him.  “I’m getting a bit turned on here….do you mind?” and I started to unzip my pants.   “Wait, what?” he said a little startled.   “Don’t worry, man,”  I’m just giving it a little space.  Kind of tight in there, ya know?”  “Oh right, I got ya,” he responded, seeming to relax a bit.  To my surprise, Jackson unbuttoned his pants and slid his zipper down too.  We watched a third scene, generic guy on girl stuff and we both wiggled our pants down to our ankles.  I could tell he had a boner and of course I had one too. 

“You know, I’m getting some wood he said.  Maybe I should go home and take care of it,” he said a little breathlessly.  “Hey, don’t worry about it, man.  This shit is pretty steamy and I’m guessing you’ve been a bit lonely since Kiko split.”   “Let’s just watch one more, but first let me refill your drink.”  With that, I kicked my pants off completely and went to the kitchen, intentionally walking between Jackson and the tv, so he could see the big tent in my boxers.  When I came back with our reinforcements, I saw that Jackson had done the same.  The next video was a girl solo, a cute Asian girl with an array of dildos which she alternately sucked and inserted in her pussy and ass.  I slowly pulled my cock out of the piss slit in my boxers and pulled on it a little.  “Dude!” he said when he looked over and noticed.  “Relax,” I said smoothly, “Didn’t you ever jerk off with your buddies when you were a kid?”   “Yeah, once,” he said and I noticed a slight slur in his voice and glassiness in his eyes.  Drunk enough to relax, but not too drunk to perform, I thought.  I continued to stroke, careful to look only at the screen and not at him.  This was SGW tool number three:  Monkey See, Monkey Do.”  I waited and, sure enough, after a minute, Jackson succumbed to the power of suggestion and pulled his cock was out too.  Almost there, I said to myself.

Here’s where I’ll pause just to add some visual details, because I know you want them.  Jackson’s legs were like tree trunks.  I think the dude must have been hitting the gym since his wife left, because his quads were amazing.  He had a big set of low hanging balls and his fat cock was uncut.  That last detail was a bit of a surprise, but not unwelcome.  I found it really hot to watch his shiny cockhead hide under his foreskin and then reappear as he stroked up and down.  I didn’t have to imagine the rest.  I had seen him unclothed from the waist up on the beach and I knew he was jacked.

Back on the couch, I reached into the side table drawer and pulled out some silicone lube.  I squirted a blob into my palm and smeared on my cock.  “Want some?” I offered.  “Sure,” he agreed.  When he held out his palm for me to give him a squirt, I did an end run.   “I’ve got too much on mine,” I said, and reached over and smeared my slick, dripping palm on his dick.”  “Fuck,” he blurted, but I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or fear. 

Time stood still for a second.  My hand was wrapped around the base of his cock and he looked at me, his glassy eyes wide and his mouth half open.  I stroked up and down just once more.  He gasped.  “Want me to stop?” I said very quietly.  “Uh,” he finally said, “That feels so good and I haven’t fucked a girl since Kiko left.”  Jackpot!  I took his non-answer as a yes and proceeded to slowly stroke his steel hard meat.  It felt hot in my hand and I longed to suck it, but knew that was a bridge too far….for now.  After a minute or two I said, “Do you think you could help me out too?”  Without any hesitation he grabbed me and got to work.  I kept my eyes on the screen, watching the girl attack herself with a giant black dildo as thick as my wrist.  “Look at that girl go,” I whispered.  In truth, I did like the video.  I’m bi, remember.  At the moment I was enjoying the dual pleasure of pussy and cock, just in two different ways.  “Yeah, she’s hot,” he slurred. 

We watched more and I started a running commentary on the screen action, partly to keep him distracted from the fact that another dude was beating his meat and partly because dirty talk turns me on.  I made it nastier and more graphic too as I slowly sped up the pace of jerking him.  After a moment I sensed he was getting close, so to extend the pleasure a bit, I paused and used getting a bit more lube as an excuse for letting him cool down again.  Once regreased, I experimented a bit more with different strokes, rubbing his cockhead with my thumb, as he sped up his pace wanking my cock.  Now I was getting close, but I wanted him to cum first.  I like to watch cumshots.  I reached over with my other hand and cradled his bouncing balls, rolling them gently between my fingers.  That did it.  Jackson’s breath became more rapid and ragged.  He moaned and his hips began to buck against my fist.  Instead of me pumping him, he was now fucking my well-lubed grasping palm. Watching his hips as fucked it was totally hot. “Holy shit,” he groaned and his mouth hung wide open. I was mesmerized watching as he fucked my fist and when I glanced up, I noticed he was looking at me and not at the screen.  With a few more thrusts he reached his climax. Huge white globs shot out of him like a cannon, more with each successive pump of his hips.  Cum was dripping off my wrist, off the coffee table, and onto the couch cushions.  I couldn’t hold out any longer and hissed at Jackson, “Faster man. I’m almost there.”   He began to pull me harder and faster and when he felt the lube drying a bit, he spat on my cock head and mixed his saliva with the grease.  That was enough to send me over the edge and I had a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm.  Weeks of anticipation and plotting made it all the more intense.  My cum mixed with his on the coffee table and couch and the placed smelled like what I could only imagine a popular brothel might smell like on a busy night, heavy and pungent.  Jackson collapsed back onto the couch, heaving, and put the back of his wrist over his eyes.  I took the opportunity to lick a big wad of his cum off my hand, savoring the unique bitter and cream flavor that only comes from a man’s seed.  No need for him to see how much I enjoyed it.  He’d gone further than I expected. Why push the envelope?

After a moment, he slowly got up, picked up his shorts and pants and walked a little unsteadily to the bathroom without a word.  Was post-nut clarity going to make it weird? This was not infrequent in the world of straight guy whispering.  I anxiously cleaned up our mess and washed myself at the kitchen sink.  When Jackson re-appeared, he was fully dressed and his hair and face were a little wet.  I could imagine him splashing cold water on himself and muttering to himself, “What the fuck did I just do?” 

It was just my anxiety, because his mood wasn’t surly or embarrassed.  He was still a little drunk and awkward, so I broke the ice.  “Are you ok to drive, I asked?” both out of genuine concern and to signal that I didn’t have any further expectations of the evening.   “I think I’ll just walk.  It’s only a few blocks and I…uh…could use the air.”   “Cool,” I said, but I was still uncertain what the final verdict of the evening was going to be.  I walked him to the door.   He was almost all the way into the hallway when he turned back and said, eyes averted, “Hey Zander….do you think we could maybe hang out again sometime?”

 

All characters are above the age of 18

Last year I took a trip abroad.  I booked myself into a boutique gay hotel, expensive, but I was willing to splurge.  I was recently single again and I had gotten a big promotion at work.  With no one to spend my extra cash on, I decided I’d use it to pamper myself a bit.

My name is Harris.  I’m a lean man, 6 ft and 160 pounds.  I don’t have huge slabs of muscle, but I’m defined and have a six-pack.  At 35, I’m proud to have some abs to show off still.  I have fairly dark skin and dark eyes, so some people assume I’m Latino.  The reality is I am a mix of Japanese, Irish, and Hungarian.  I’m told my looks are exotic and that I have bedroom eyes. I’ve never gotten any complaints about my 7.5 inch uncut cock, either.

I cabbed to my hotel, The Hotel Eros, and it was everything I expected and more – chic, squeaky clean, and full of good-looking men of all races and nationalities. Hooking up was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel, I thought. 

Unfortunately, I was having some lower back pain, probably from dragging around my heavy suitcase and then sitting in a cramped airplane seat for six hours.  I knew the hotel had a spa, so I thought a massage might help.  I called down and a man who identified himself as “Carlos” answered.  Yes, they did have slots available for massage later in the afternoon.  Would 3 pm do?  I booked the slot and then took a nice hot shower.  Soaping my genitals gave me a semi and I considered relieving myself before the massage but opted not to. I’m glad I didn’t.

When I arrived at 3pm, Carlos, quite the dashing host, welcomed me and ushered me into a side room.  He invited me to have a seat and offered me some sparkling water.  “We’ll be with you shortly,” he crooned.  A few minutes later, the door opened and Carlos returned, followed by three amazing men.  “May I introduce you to Mattheo, Haruto, and Thor,” he said.  My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I took in these three stunning men.  

Mattheo stepped forward and shook my mind. He wore only a pair of studded black leather shorts and he moved like a cat. He was lean and well defined like me and his hard torso was covered with black hair.  He said in a smooth voice with a sexy Italian accent, “It would be my pleasure to stimulate and serve you.”  

Next the man named Haruto approached me.  He wore only a flowing white robe that was almost see through and had a long braid of black hair hanging down his back. He was thin, graceful, and had skin like porcelain.  He bowed at the waist. “If I am honored to be chosen by you, I will melt all your pain away.” 

Finally, Thor came forward. Thor was huge and wore a fur loincloth and vest, which could not hide his huge meaty upper body.  He thumped his forearm against his chest and said, “An hour with me will bring you rapture the gods would envy.” 

“So, who shall you choose, sir?” Carols intoned.  My eyes travelled back and forth between the men.  Mattheo seemed to exude sexual energy and confidence. Haruto had a different kind of aura, one that radiated peaceful energy, and Thor seemed ready to do some serious throwing down.  It took me a moment to decide, but since my motivation for coming for a massage was to lessen the pain I was in, I nodded in Haruto’s direction.  He bowed his head again and Mattheo and Thor exited without a word.

Carlos escorted us to a massage room and closed the door.  “Please sir,” Haruto said softly, “Undress and be comfortable and I will return shortly.  He opened another door and stepped out.  I took off my clothes and lay naked on the warm massage table.  When Haruto returned, he was wearing a tiny white speedo and his hair was no longer in a braid, but rather hung free, beautifully black and lustrous.  He dimmed the lights and opened a vial of scented oil.  His touch was amazing. He massaged me with long, sensual strokes and his hair occasionally brushed my body as he moved around the table.  After only about ten minutes of his ministrations, I felt no pain at all in my lower back.  He asked, “How are you feeling, sir” and I told him that his amazing touch had indeed melted away my pain.  “That is good, sir” he said softly, “But we still have fifty minutes left during your session.  Is there any other part of your body you would like me to touch?”  I rolled over and looked at his beautiful face and perfectly creamy skin.  His nipples looked delicious and the muscles of his stomach were taut and sexy.  I realized that I had a full erection, a fact that did not escape his notice.  “I would be honored, sir, to pleasure you in any way you want.”   “Just make me feel good,” was all I could think to say.  He smiled, and then stepped out of his speedo.  He had a thick nest of black pubic hair, an average size uncut cock that was pointing upward and erect, and smooth, beautiful balls.  Over the next fifty minutes he pleasured me in many different ways, moving smoothing from my nipples, to my balls, my cock, and my anus, using his hands, mouth and body to stimulate me. With the skill of a geisha, he inserted a long finger into my ass and massaged my prostate, sending bolts of electricity through my body.  As we neared the end of the hour, he put me once again on my back and mounted me atop the table.  He slid my cock inside him and massaged it with his ass, squeezing with his sphincter, riding it slowly and sensually, and stimulating my balls and taint with his fingernails.  He did all the work and I simply lay there and let wave after wave of sexual pleasure wash over me.  He didn’t rush, which made the pleasure almost excruciating.  I wanted to come but I also wanted it to go on forever.  Finally, when I felt like I could take much more, he increased his pace only slightly, but that was enough to make me orgasm.  As I was dumping my sperm into him, he arched his back and gave a small moan. I watched amazed, as he ejaculated, hands free, onto my chest, his beautiful cock, jumping and spasming and spraying his fragrant cum. “I hope you will forgive me for that,” he said when our breathing had returned to normal. “I found so much pleasure in giving you pleasure, I could not help myself.”  I dipped my finger into the pool of semen he had deposited on me and tasted it. It was sweet nectar.  “You have only heightened my pleasure with yours,” I assured him truthfully.

I cleaned up in the bathroom and Haruto greeted me as I left, dressed again in his flowing white robe.  “If I can be of any further service during your stay, please let Carlos know,” he said. 

A bit dazed from the experience, I returned to my room and fell almost instantly into a deep sleep.  I awoke at 7, showered again, and prepared for dinner.  I had made an 8 pm reservation at the hotel’s exclusive restaurant and after my romp with Haruto, I found I was ravenous.

To my surprise, Carlos was at the Maître D station when I arrived.  When I gave him a curious look he said, ”We all perform many functions here at the Hotel Eros.  Please follow me and I will show you to your table.”  He sat me and within only a few moments, Mattheo from the spa appeared looking incredibly handsome in a full tuxedo.  It accentuated his dark eyes and he said, “Hello Sir.  I will be taking care of you this evening here in the dining room.  May I offer you an aperitif?”   After I recovered from my surprise, I asked, “What would you recommend?”  “We have a specialty drink of the house,” he said. “It is called Nectar of Eros.  May I bring you one?”   “If that’s the house specialty,” I replied, “How could I refuse?”  He bowed slightly and went to the bar.  When he returned, it was with a martini glass filled with a luminous white liquid.  It looked creamy and shined  with a pearlescent glow.”  “Please taste it and let me know if it is to your liking,” he said.  I raised my glass to him and sipped.  The drink was indeed creamy, thicker than I had expected, with a slightly bitter taste.  It smelled intoxicatingly wonderful and I noticed I was starting to get an erection.  “What is it made from?” I inquired.  “It is a secret,” he said, and winked at me. “Please enjoy it slowly.  It can be quite….Intoxicating,” he said quizzically,  Another sip of the cocktail and I was feeling a bit aroused, so I heeded his advice to sip it very slowly and savor it. 

I asked Mattheo if he had other recommendations for dinner and he said, “If you will please leave everything to me, I assure you, you will have the finest dinner of your life here.”   “Carry on, then,” I said. What followed was an epicurean dream.  I dined on the finest oysters, delightfully large sausages, and slippery eel.   When all the dishes were cleared away, I was completely sated.  “May I offer you some desert?” Mattheo asked?   “No thank you,” I said.  “I’m quite full.”   He looked a bit surprised, but then said, “Might I suggest, then, a post prandial stroll and after that, I will have something delightful sent to your room.”  I agreed, paid my bill, and walked out into the warm night air.

Half an hour later I was back in my room, dressed in the silk robe the hotel provided. There was a knock at my door.  I opened it to find Mattheo holding a small tray.   “May I come in, sir? he asked.  I stepped back to allow him to enter and he set his tray on a small table.  He uncovered it and it held two small glasses of what appeared to be the house specialty drink.  “If you please sir, I would recommend a nightcap.  I think you will find it enhances the evening’s pleasure.”   I picked up my glass and he did the same with the other glass.  While I sipped mine, he raised his and downed it all in a single swallow.  “Its effect is more potent this way,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.  “What the hell, I thought,” and I downed mine as well. 

The gulp of the heavy liquid had quite an effect on me and I felt a full erection form almost immediately. It was impossible to miss as it tented out my robe. I looked to Mattheo to see if It had affected him similarly and noticed a large bulge in his tuxedo pants.  I was suddenly overcome by animal desire and I grabbed Mattheo by his lapels and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  His mouth tasted of the Nectar of Eros.  We tore at each other’s clothes and were soon naked in my bed.  His body was tan and covered with dark black hair.  His chest was broad and his waist narrow.  His sizeable erection throbbed against mine as we rolled and kissed hungrily.  Breathlessly he said, “Might I suggest what we call the favorite position of Eros?”   I agreed and he instantly moved us into a 69.  I tongued his cockhead, shaft and balls, while he did the same with me.  I took all of him in my mouth and felt lost in the desperate need to pleasure the hefty phallus in my mouth. I sucked hungrily and, at the same time, felt his incredibly skillful treatment of my cock and balls.  Again and again he sucked me all the way in, his chin against my balls and his nose in my nest of pubic hair.  We both made guttural noises, feeling both pleasure and servitude at the same time.  I felt my orgasm building and I pulled off his cock and cried, “Take my nectar…take it all” and then I shot it deep into his throat.  Almost instantly his cock exploded in my face, coating me with his forceful jets of cum.  I took his cock back in my mouth and felt the last shots squirt into my mouth.  We lay there, both heaving, but reluctant to release the other’s cock from our mouths.  When he finally released me, he licked me clean, leaving almost no evidence of sticky mess.  Then he crawled up to me and licked up all the cum he had squirted on my face.  He didn’t swallow, though, he kissed me deeply, giving me back all the cum he had licked up.  Funny, it tasted almost like the house specialty drink.

Mattheo dressed, straightened up the room, nodded, and left with the tray and empty drink glasses.  Again, I fell into a deep sleep and didn’t awaken until 11 am the next morning.

I enjoyed a quiet morning, breakfast in bed, and a long, languorous shower.  The Nectar of Eros sill hadn’t worn off completely and I found myself still with quite an erection most of the morning. Eventually I felt restless and decided I needed to get out of the room.  It occurred to me that a swim might help clear my head and energize me, so I put on my speedo, covered myself with a robe, and made my way to the pool.  It was on the roof of the hotel and as I made my way up the outdoor staircase, I noted a sign that read, “Beyond this point you may encounter nude sunbathers.”  That sounds promising, I thought.

When I reached the last step and moved onto the roof, I saw a beautiful round pool, surrounded by empty loungers. However, what instantly grabbed my attention was the mountain of a man in a fur-covered speedo skimming the pool with his long pole.  As I approached, he turned and I saw it was Thor.  The corner of his mouth turned up and he said, “Well, hello sir.  I heard you had quite the dinner last night….and that you particularly enjoyed your dessert.”   I think I blushed a little, because of course, it was true. 

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed,” he went on.  “Here at the Hotel Eros it is our goal to ensure that our guests leave totally fulfilled.  In fact,” and he cocked one red eyebrow at me, “If there is anything else you need to be filled with, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”  I was definitely still feeling the effects of the Nectar or Eros, because immediately a boner sprang up in my speedo.  I tried to cover it with my hands, but to no avail. “Oho,” smirked Thor, “I believe the young man may still yet be unfulfilled in some aspect.  Please tell Thor.”   He drew nearer to me and I saw his fur covered speedo was bulging and that the bulge was pulsing.  My mouth went dry and I was mesmerized by the sexual heat oozing from the Norseman.  “I…uh…I began..” but couldn’t seem to finish my sentence.  He looked me in the eye and said, “Perhaps you’d be wanting to be filled with this?”  he said, and slowly pulled his fur bathing suit down and dropped it to the ground.  His amazing manhood stood out and it was superlative in every way.  His fat cock stuck up at a 45 degree angle, pointing proudly to the sky.  The shaft was thick, but the head was even thicker, looking like a ripe plum.  The base of this shaft was surrounded by golden red hair and his balls hung low, fleshy, and loose in their sack.  Thor was aptly named, because what I saw before me could only belong to a god.

I sank to my knees in front of him.  “Yes, young one,” he said, “Old Thor is here for you, so do whatever pleases you.”   What pleased me at the moment was to taste his massive cock.  I leaned forward to suck it and the head filled my mouth, like an apple. I struggled to open my mouth wide enough to take it all in. It was a challenge, but eventually I did. My mouth was full of the most delicious cockhead I had ever tasted.  It was red, ripe, angry, and oozed pre-cum.  I licked it, rubbed my lips all over it, and worshipped it with my tongue.  I tried to take it and some of his shaft into my throat, but it was too much.  He was simply too massive.  My lust for his meat overwhelmed me.  Since I couldn’t deep throat him, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, slobbering to make it slick.  My face was wet from my saliva and his pre-cum and I savored the smell.  I worked my way down to his balls, taking one and then the other into my mouth.  Despite the red thatch of his pubes, his balls were perfectly, silky smooth. They were size of small eggs and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to roll them around, one after the other, in my drooling mouth.  Simply put, I was his oral slave, crazed with lust.

Suddenly he pulled back and I fell roughly to the ground.  He towered over me, his cock pulsing in the air.  His red eyebrows knitted and he said, looking down to me, “Now that I’ve filled your mouth, is there anywhere else you need to be filled?”  As if by magic, my asshole spasmed at that moment.  I hadn’t yet been fucked on this trip and now I needed it desperately.  Thor seemed to know and reached down and in one pull, tore the flimsy fabric of my speedo, which fell away my body.  I ended up on my back on the ground and instinctively raised my legs in the air.  Thor chuckled deep in his throat.

“The young man seems ripe for Thor’s Hammer,” he said, as he moved over my prone body and slowly stroked his huge cock.  It both scared me and excited me.  Pre-cum glistened on its huge head and he wiped it off with his finger and smeared it on my asshole.  “Are you ready?” he asked, and I nodded mutely, not sure if I really was or not.  He squatted down, pulled me closer, and pointed his hammer at my trembling pucker.  He pushed forward and I felt the blunt head of his cock make contact with my anus.  It was pleasantly warm and I relaxed a bit, enjoying it.  Then he pushed forward more and I felt the big head of his battering ram pressing against my anal gate, demanding entry.  My hole expanded to accommodate it but still resisted.  “You’ll have to open up if I’m to pleasure you,” Thor rumbled, and I took a deep breath and tried to relax more.  One rough push more and his head popped in.  I gasped as it did so, feeling more stretched than I had ever been. He chuckled as if he knew and then pushed himself deeper inside me until his cock sword was in my ass to the hilt.  At that moment I felt that I might burst—on my back, legs in the air, ass filled with this enormous god’s enormous cock.  I felt the head push up against my prostate and it filled me with that unique indescribable feeling.  Even though he wasn’t moving in me yet, I could still feel the pulsing of his heartbeat through his cock.  I struggled to keep breathing and then felt him slowly began to pull back, not all the way out, but enough for me to begin to feel empty.  Then he pushed back in and gave me that wonderfully full feeling again.  And so it continued, slower at first, then it began to pick up speed,  Empty – Full, Empty – Full.  Each extreme was excruciating.  When he pulled back, I wanted him more deeply inside me.  When he thrust forward, I struggled to accommodate him.  Again and again the cycle repeated, and faster and faster.  My eyes were glazed and my vision blurred.  I felt his sweat drip down on me as his continued his relentless assault and I realized that the animal noises I was hearing were coming from my own throat.  My eyes were closed but I was remembering what his enormous cock looked like just before he inserted it into me.  That vision of his massive organ, so beautiful and so proudly jutting from his muscled torso was incredible hot.  Suddenly I was cumming.  I could control nothing.  I was totally at his mercy and it felt right.  I was his to be used and the fact that he was using me was enough reason for me to shoot my load.  He saw that I had and he growled appreciatively.  “My work here is done,”  and he slowed his pace. My heart dropped.  I needed him to finish.  “No please,” I whimpered and he smirked and said, “Well almost.”  With that, he resumed pounding me but with increased speed and violence.  I threw my head back and howled as he stretched me wider and went inside deeper.  He roared a godly roar and, back arched, began to fill me with his sperm.  My head spun as his final thrusts almost tore me apart. The air smelled thick with the Nectar of Eros and I madly scooped my own from my stomach and sucked it off my fingers.  His thrusting slowed and then stopped and my asshole spasmed around him.  I was whimpering and my legs were shaking uncontrollably.  “May I please sir….” I whispered hoarsely.  He seemed to already know the final privilege I wanted. With surprising gentleness he eased his massive cock out of me.  Once again it towered over me and then he granted my wish and pushed it into my mouth.  I hungrily licked and sucked every last molecule of the Nectar of Eros from him.  Even as his cock softened, I continued to suck on it, never wanting it to leave me.  He was patient and let me savor it for as long as I wanted.  Eventually I let it go and collapsed onto my back in a messy pool of my own sweat.  “Well done,” he said and kissed me, his red stubble scratchy and his huge tongue sweet. 

I may have lost consciousness, but the next thing I knew, Haruto was kneeling beside, holding my face and feeding me some weak tea. I looked up into his dark eyes and he smiled.  He helped me to my feet and supported me as he walked me to my room.  I collapsed onto the bed and he stroked my back gently until I fell asleep.

The next morning I was to check out.  I woke refreshed and full of energy, although my backside ached a bit.  I had breakfast in bed, showered, packed and went down to the lobby.  There I met Carlos and my three playmates.  They were all fashionably dressed, impeccably groomed, and oh so handsome, standing in a line behind Carlos.  “We hope you have enjoyed your stay here at Hotel Eros, he said with a slight bow.  “I most certainly have,” I said, smiling at all four men.  I particularly enjoyed your signature cocktail I said and all four laughed.  Then Haruto stepped forward and kissed my cheek, then Mattheo kissed me on the lips and grabbed my ass, and Thor wrapped his big arms around me and lifted off the ground in a bear hug.  I think I’ll come back