r/gaysexconfessions

I meet gorgeous guys, but I never make love sensually, with real feeling. I always just have sex. I fuck them hard, with barely a second of tenderness. Why am I like this? What's wrong with me? It happens every time. I met a gorgeous, sweet, gentle guy, and I fucked him like he was a whore. Does that seem normal to you? Please give me some advice, because I feel like I'm not good at making love or maybe even at sex

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About 5-6 years ago, for several days I drank a bottle of a man's piss at my desk at work without ever knowing who he was or what his face looked like.

We started chatting on grindr, he had a faceless profile, I did not. He had a big fit build, and was into piss like I was. Eventually he convinced me, which was not that hard, that he would never show me his face, but he would start leaving Mtn Dew bottles (my suggestion for the green tinted so you couldn't tell what was in it) filled with his piss in a locker off the showers in the buildings bathroom. Then he would tell me, I would go in and get it, take it to my desk, horny and hard, and drink it at my desk and send him a picture or two. Did it a few times a week for a few weeks.

Was so hot to do it in public and also not know who he was or if I worked with him everyday.

Thanks everyone who enjoyed it and asked for more! I enjoyed reliving it 😍 Thanks for your patience as I’ve been busy at work.

Part 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/gaysexconfessions/s/hDNH0peIye

Part 2 -

As mentioned it’d been 3 months of us both not acknowledging anything had happened. We had both been out drinking with our usual group of friends. They were still out partying but I decided to call it a night at about 2am. I just moved into my new apartment which is only a 10 min drive from the city we live in, so it wasn’t far from where they were. I opened the door and laid on the couch to have a quick browse before getting ready for bed.

The last thing I expected to see was a photo of my friends rock hard dick on Snapchat. I knew he was testing the waters and had plausible deniability, but I also knew he was drunk and may have regretted it the next day, so I left it and didn’t reply. 10 minutes later he messaged me saying “thoughts?” and I replied “oh i thought it must’ve been an accident” with a winky face. He had opened that message and not replied for about 10 minutes so I thought that was it and we’d go back to our mutually agreed denial.

I hopped into the shower to get ready to go to bed. Mid shower I heard my phone buzz, and if I’m being honest with myself, my cock got hard just at the thought of what I was going to see.

I grabbed my phone mid shower and opened the message which just said one word - “address.” My mind started racing about what to do. I was tipsy and horny but I knew doing this again could open a can of worms and there could be no going back. But I was so turned on that the hot water trickling down onto my dick was enough to seduce me into a bad decision. I replied with the address and he said “20 mins”

I haven’t been that anxious and nervous in years as I sat and waited for his arrival. I began to regret the idea and contemplated pretending to “pass out” just to avoid it and also hoped he was bringing along other friends and I misread the situation.

While I was genuinely anxious, I also was throbbing and had intentionally put on my boxers which had the easiest possible access, so I knew deep down what was about to happen.

Eventually he said he was here and I opened the door. We both stood looking at eachother for a few seconds before I said “do you think this is a good idea and are you sure you’re not just drunk”

He replied “I’ve thought about sending that every day for the last month”

I was surprised by this because while i definitely had jerked off reliving that night a few times, I hadn’t really contemplated asking him again as I had just put it down to a once off drunken moment. I didn’t want him to feel like he was more keen than me so I kept this to myself.

I opened the door for him and let him in. It was awkward because we both knew what was coming but it was a standoff on who would make the first move. Keep in mind we have never talked about last time so you can imagine it was quite tense.

I gave him a tour of the apartment and we chatted about various house related things to avoid the subject. Eventually we got to the living room and he remarked how comfy the couch looked. I offered him a seat and sat down next to him.

We again fell into an awkward silence as we waited for someone to make the move. He was in jeans and a t shirt so I couldn’t see if he was hard and if he was getting cold feet.

Eventually i said “let’s watch some tv” and I threw on a random YouTube video. My couch is big enough for two people to lay next to eachother and it’s winter where I live right now, so I offered to share my big couch fleece blanket with him. I gave him some tracky pants to change into so he was more “comfortable”.

I put on a random YouTube documentary and we recapped the night out for around 10 minutes. After a while we both stopped talking and I felt his hand slightly brush against my leg. I was waiting for this all along and knew the blanket was the only way. I returned the favour, rubbing my hand up along his leg, but slightly closer to his cock than he did with me. He soon returned the favour, running his hand slowly up my leg, brushing right up against my thigh and just missing my cock by about 1 millimetre. I never knew how much I enjoyed flirting like teenagers!

I did the same thing back to him, but ran my hand over the outline of his cock slowly, rubbing it back and forth a few times. He responded by throbbing his cock on my hand to let me know how much he enjoyed it.

Finally he returned the favour, and as my briefs were much lighter than his pants, he could feel everything and had way easier access. I was also leaking cum and he could feel it through the fabric. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his hand with mine, guided it under my briefs and said “you win, I made the first move” and he laughed and said “no, I did by sending that picture”

Instead of outright jerking me, he slowly ran his fingers up and down my cock which turned me on so fucking much. I pulled his pants down to return the favour and teased him in the same way.

At this point we were both still lying towards the tv. I made the move to escalate by turning and kissing his neck and said “let’s go to my bed”

We both stood up and I grabbed him and kissed him front on so i could feel his dick pressed into mine. I forgot how good it felt 😭

He gently pushed me onto my bed and I manoeuvred myself to the bed headboard and got some pillows so I could get in position. He patiently sat on the edge of my bed on his knees with his massive, beautiful cock throbbing with excitement. He crawled towards me and laid on top of me, with our cocks rubbing as we resume our passionate kissing.

He then began talking dirty, saying things like “I’ve fucked myself silly every night thinking about this” and “this cock belongs to me now”

He also said “can you imagine if people found out about this, this is so fucking naughty” and this is what I was waiting to hear.

I have a full sized mirror in my bedroom that is on the side wall of my bed, so if you move it along far enough you can see yourself in bed. I told him I wanted to see us and what it looked like and he said “I have a better idea” and began sliding back down the bed.

Up until this point I had convinced myself we weren’t “gay” but just turned on by the thrill and secrecy. As soon as I felt his tongue lick the length of my shaft, I knew things had changed forever.

He wrapped his lips around my cock and proceeded to give me the sloppiest, wettest blowjob I’ve ever had. There was no teeth, which means he had either done it before or had been practising. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking so I ran my fingers through his hair while I looked at myself in the mirror receiving the best head of my life.

He didn’t break eye contact once which just sent me over the edge. I told him I was gonna cum and he did the last thing I expected. He buried my cock deeper into his mouth and looked at me straight in the eyes again. My first load came out with such ferocity that I didn’t know it was possible to cum that hard. It didn’t take long for him to gag but he went straight back to sucking my juices as soon as he could and he kept sucking and sucking and licking every last drop.

I asked him if that was the first dick he’s sucked and he said yes and that he has tasted cum before so was ready for the taste (wtf!)

He said he didn’t expect me to return the favour and i told him I wasn’t ready. While I loved the feeling of his cum on me, I just wasn’t ready to have it in my mouth. That would be gay! 😂

I had some massage gel in my cupboard so I told him to lay flat on his back and gave him a slow, sensual handjob using the gel. The sound of jerking him with the gel was so fucking hot. It didn’t take long for him to say he was about to cum so I quickly got myself under him and jerked him until he was cumming onto me again. He leant back and was writhing in pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed him.

We then had a shower together and washed eachother off while laughing about how we’d found ourselves in this situation again.

We got into bed together and began kissing instantly. We just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was all of 5 minutes before he was on top of me and I was cumming again. Eventually he fell asleep and I laid next to him, stroking his head.

I didn’t want to go to sleep because I knew when I woke up, everything was going to change and there was no turning back.

This is all 100% true and I hope my writing reflects that. I have more stories so I’ll do part 3, which happens the morning after part 2 ;😏 thanks for reading and if I made you cum let me know 😘

I tried sucking dick but it was only for like a minute. I did enjoy it but got nervous and stopped. I get the urge to do it again but always back out.

So a few of you may have seen yesterday that I had posted about my roommate seeing me through the crack of the door riding away on a dildo. I could not stop thinking about it so last night I followed some suggestions left by commenters about what to do next.

Last night I purposefully left the door open just a little bit, like last time and made sure I was facing away so that I wouldn't know if he saw me. So like the other night I stripped completely naked and started to ride away on my biggest dildo, working my ass up and down that thing. It felt so good to fuck my ass like this, and after a short while I was moaning like the little slut I am. There's no way he couldn't have heard me the door was open and I was pounding my little butt for ages.

Eventually I need to stop for a second and just sit all the way down and let out a massive moan, and then I hear my door close. He was absolutely watching me from the hall. As much as I was to just get up and go and check, and maybe convince him to join me, I'm way to horny at this moment, so just continue riding and moaning away for a while longer.

After probably half an hour I get up and put some clothes on to go to the bathroom. After I leave I notice my roommates door is pretty open and he's sat watching porn and jerking off like he had nothing to lose. Clearly he liked watching me ride cos he seemed insanely horny. As much as I wanted to I didn't wait around to see him cum and left him to it, but I think if he catches me again I'm just going to walk over to him and get that cock out for me to play with.

This morning was suppose to be like a very other morning, daddy needs to dump some cum. It had been about a month since I moved in and it was the same every morning. Being daddy’s little flesh light and I loved every second of it. Usually it started with groping, squeezing my ass cheeks, and fingering me and pulling my nipples. Usually after a bit, he lubes me up and gets right behind me. By this point I’m still usually half asleep if I’m being honest. He’s 47, tall white and a stocky guy. He’s hairy and has a big belly. I’m 28, short, and Latino brown with a pump butt and a belly. We are best friends and madly in love. Back to our 5 am ritual, he usually spreads my legs wide and I feel his big belly on my lower back and then his dick penetrate. “Fuck baby” is usually what he says but sometimes it’s other things. Then follow about three minuets of fuckings, staring slow and working up to a massive ejaculation into me. It never lasts more than five minuets and it always leaves me leaking my mans seed. This morning however, was a little different. This morning I awoke to kisses on my face and I immediately smiles: good morning daddy I said. He smiled but said nothing and continued to kiss my lips, my face, my neck and then started to suck on my nipples while he lubbed me up. Then he started to kiss me passionately again and forced his dick into me. My legs were wrapping around him, his belly was pressing my dick into my belly and his kisses became more intense. He subjected my pussy to slow fucks that deeply filled me up while he whispered into my ear and kissed me. And then, he nutted. Deep in me. There was no warning, no build up. Just a gush of pure primal seed being delivered into me. I said “I love you daddy” and he burst out into tears. I held him close, somewhat confused… until he looked at my in the eyes and said, I love you baby and proceeded to French kiss me. He explained to me that his passed two ex wives had neglected him, almost completely but since our relationship he had felt the most himself in years. We laughed, we cried, and his cum dripped out of me.

I recently started hooking up with a guy that's kind of on the fringe of a friend group. We hung out one night with some friends, got a little drunk, and I ended up finding out he was bi. One thing led to another and I went back to his place and gave him head. We both had fun and it became about a weekly thing. We'd go out together or hang with friends and at the end of the night, I'd find myself on my knees in front of him with my lips around his cock. We've been hooking up like this for a couple of months and it's been fun. We're not exclusive, but we hook up often.

About a month ago I met up with a guy on Grindr and we ended up meeting for drinks and, sure enough, at the end of the night I'm bobbing my head up and down his dick. I swallowed his cum, we chilled a bit, (I made sure to get his number because his dick was pretty big and I liked the taste of his cum), and I went home. The same night my other guy texts me about an hour later and asks if I want to go out with some friends. I didn't really know most of his friends, but I agreed. We hung out and at the end of the night he wanted me to go home with him. I told him I had hooked up with another guy earlier and he basically said "good, you're warmed up."

I met up with these two a few more times until it all came together in a weird way. I went out with the first guy and his friends, and bigger dicked friend was there. They were friends. Not great friends, but friendly enough. Neither of them is really "out" about their bisexuality, so I realized pretty quickly that neither of them know I've been frequently sucking both their dicks.

Over the past month or so they've become better friends and I think it's because they both hang out with the group more because they know they'll probably get their dick sucked at the end of the night. It's been a bit of a juggle keeping their discretion, but it's also been a ton of fun.

Ok, just curious if. Others enjoy giving head as much as I do? It's almost Better than anything else. Some Times just thinking about having a dick I my mouth drives me crazy.

I went to a glory hole last night at a theater. First time after wanting to for the longest time. Let’s just say I stayed longer than I planned, was in my knees more than I was standing, and I will definitely be back as a regular 😮‍💨

So this happened a few years ago when I was in my early 20s. I researched my local gay sauna online and decided I wanted to pay a visit, so I booked myself a train ticket and headed there for the day.

I was quite nervous, and it took me a couple of walks round the block to psyche myself up enough to actually go inside. Once I did, I spoke to the guy behind the front desk who checked my ID and took the entrance fee. He asked if I knew what sort of establishment this was and I replied that I did. Even just talking to him, with us both knowing what I was there for, was quite horny.

The guy gave me a towel, a key, and buzzed me in. I stepped into the locker room where there was about six or seven guys in various states of undress. I found my locker and began to take off my clothes. Stupidly, I wrapped the towel around my waist before taking my boxers off, before remembering where I was and that these guys would almost certainly see me naked at some point. Once all my belongings were locked away I put the towel on and made my way through into the bathhouse.

It was so hot seeing guys just brazenly walking around with no clothes on. First thing I did was head to the communal shower where I quickly freshened up, and allowed my eyes to wander to all the cocks in view. After that I decided to ascend a flight of stairs, to see a corridor full of doors. Some of them were closed and the unmistakable noise of proper masculine fucking was coming out of them.

I made my way to a little room with a couple of couches, where I sat down and began to read one of the gay porn magazines on the coffee table. I was alone in this room for a few minutes, trying to regain my composure before going off and seeking some action, when another guy walked in and sat on the couch opposite me.

He was about 40, but he had visible muscle definition and a chiselled jawline. He was hot. I’d read online that gay sauna etiquette dictated that I try and make eye contact with him to see if he was interested, so that’s what I did, somewhat awkwardly. He met my eyes, shot a little smirk, and opened his legs, revealing his hard cock. I took this as a sign, and decided to crawl between his legs. I knelt there and began sucking his cock as he moaned and held the back of my head, forcing me further and further down on it. This went on for a few minutes until I came off his dick to get some air, and he stood up and left. Now I’d had my first taste of cock, I was more in the mood, so I went to explore.

As I walked down the corridor I encountered the dark room. It was illuminated only be a small neon light, and there were maybe half a dozen guys in there having fun. At one end of the room was a wall, with holes cut into it at roughly face level. There were steps behind it, and the idea was guys would walk up the steps, stick their cock in the whole and the other guy would be able to suck it while standing up. I went and lingered at this hole, and it only took seconds before a cock poked through.

I slobbered on the cock hungrily and forced myself to take the whole length. I sucked like my life depended on it, and after a few minutes I felt a hand on my lower back. I didn’t stop sucking, but felt someone gently part my legs before spreading my cheeks and burying their face in my hole. I spent a minute or two in this position, before the man I was sucking retracted his cock and made his way down the stairs.

“Come with me,” he whispered, taking my wrist and pulling me into the middle of the room. “Good lad,” he said as he gently pushed down on my shoulder to tell me to get on my knees. I did immediately, and all of a sudden I looked around to see that all the guys in the room were surrounding me.

I wasted no time. I started sucking one cock while grabbing two others with my hands to wank them off. I changed up intermittently and gave everyone a turn of my mouth. After a few minutes of this one of the men quite forcefully dragged me to my feet, and lay me down on this circular, rotating padded bench that was in the middle of the room. It was small enough that my arse was hanging off one side and my head was hanging off the other.

The men gathered round me again. One of them got next to my head and started ramming his cock down my throat, while another lifted my legs and I felt something cold on my hole. A few seconds after that, I felt a finger slide into me, and then another, before I started to get finger fucked. I moaned into the cock I was sucking as the fingering stopped.

“Yeah, fuck that tight cunt,” I heard one of the men whisper as the feeling of someone’s cock head rubbed up against my sphincter. I winced as it slid itself inside, and moaned deeply as I felt his shaft open up my arse. He began to fuck me, while another cock was still in my mouth.

One of the guys grabbed my own cock and I just came immediately. I moaned like a bitch as my cum went everywhere, before the man who’s cock I was sucking scooped it up on his finger and fed me it.

That was enough for the guy fucking me. He began fucking me really hard and unloaded inside me. As I was catching my breath the rotating table was spun around, and before I knew it there was another cock balls deep inside me. I don’t know how many loads I took that day, but I lay on that bench for about an hour with a cock in me more often than not.

When it was time to go I got up and made my way back to the shower. A guy looked me up and down, absolutely drenched in sweat and cum, and laughed. “Good day?” He said sarcastically. I laughed.

Pussy is good but when it really cokes down to a choice between the two we all know that cock is the superior and only right option. It can't compare to that thick hard meaty pole as it slides into your hungry man cunt. It doesn't give you the hands free orgasm like a man pounding you will. Cock is better than pussy ever can be.

When I (19M) was in college, I was attending parties every weekend. It was pretty much the only thing I did outside of school, work, and some naughty things. If someone knew about a party, I was usually there

The party was being held in what everyone called a trap house. It was an old, rundown house, by the neighbourhood around campus (The Campus bordered a pretty sketchy area). The place was packed wall-to-wall with people, and the music was loud. I remember walking in that night expecting it to be just another party, and then I met Kel (23M)

Aside from my cock, I’m pretty average in height at 5’11, but Kel towered over me at 6’6. We started doing shots, and hanging out together all night, and well things got a lil hot so Kel and I started walking around the trap house, going room to room looking for some privacy. We ended up in the basement, and after making out and taking our clothes off we started to suck each other off. We took shots but I wouldn’t say it was the Alcohol, making us horny.

Kel had a long uncut BBC, and I have an long and thick BWC. We sucked each other off good, and then Kel let me fuck him in this thick black booty. I loved how the curly hair around his tight lil hole felt when I put my cock in and fucked him. We fuck until we could hear the music die down. By then we’d cum on each other a ton already.

It was pretty funny walking back to my dorm, with cum on my face, body, and cock

Hey everyone,

Just a little context. I'm in a committed relationship so my single days are over haha.. but I have a few regrets of things i wish I did.

1. I was on Grindr one day and started talking to this really cute black guy. He didn't have a face picture but I thought I knew him. Come to find out we went to highschool together. He told me he had a crush on me way back in highschool, but at the time I didn't know I was bi and never even thought about that. We decided to meet up at his place to hangout. It started out great! But when he went to put a condom on he couldn't stay hard so we never actually got to fuck. I wish I told him he didn't have to use a condom..

2. Same guy a few years later, texted me when I was in town from college and asked if I wanted to come over. I was heading back home when he texted me and decided to pull off at a gas station to think about it before I replied. I was so horny that I was playing with my hole some while sitting in my car in the parking lot but for some dumb reason I decided against it.

3. Wish I would have went to pride in Atlanta one year when I was in college. I have always heard crazy stories from it but never had the nerve to do it

Now that I'm older I kick myself for all of the dick I said no to for no good reason...

Visual: I’m 5’10, tanned, hairy, not super muscular but in shape, 6.5” cock. My boyfriend is 5’11, Latino, average build, mostly smooth, 6” cock. I bottom 95% of the time.

Yesterday we took a day trip to a lake a couple of hours away from where we live. We were not planning on doing anything crazy but we knew we wanted to take our paddleboards across the lake to the more secluded area and maybe skinny dip a little there. We inflated the paddleboards and off we went. Once we got to the other side of the lake, I could see there was nobody around and no boats nearby so I took off my swimsuit and was paddlebording naked, ensuring to give my boyfriend a good view of my ass since he was paddling right behind me. We eventually got to this sandy area and there was still no one around so we put the paddleboards on the beach and my boyfriend got naked too and we got in the water.

Once we were in there I put my legs around him and we started making out. Since we were in the water I was basically floating and he had great access to my hole and he started touching it on the outside which drove me crazy. We realized we were both super horny so we went back to the beach and my boyfriend laid down on his back on one of the paddleboards which was on the beach, his cock totally hard

Seeing his hard cock, I could not resist and I immediately got down on my knees and started sucking his cock, it tasted more delicious than usual and it felt so good in my mouth. My boyfriend spat into his hand and then he started playing with my hole which I love. He put one finger inside of me, then two, and started fingering me with his spit as lube while I sucked his cock. Then my boyfriend grabbed me and put me on all fours on the paddleboard, spread my cheeks wide, and starting eating my ass. He is so good at it and felt freaking amazing. Something about being out in the open on a beach, with the sun streaming down on us, and knowing that at any minute a boat could pass by and see us had me extremely horny.

Now normally when we are fucking at home I need to use a couple of toys to open up my hole and I also usually need a lot of lube which we didn’t have with us so some part of me was thinking “okay we are going to stop now” but something came over me and just said fuck it, try it. So I told him to get behind me and he started pressing his cock head against my hole. I spat into my fingers and rubbed it into my hole and he spat in his hand and got his cock as wet as possible. I was super relaxed and open after the rim job but still wasn’t sure if it was going to work but to my surprise his cock slid inside me quite easily and I didn’t feel any pain.

Suddenly we were fucking doggystyle on the beached paddleboard, and I cannot describe how amazing it felt. The sun coming down and hitting our bodies, me moaning while my man fucked me, it all just felt so primal and hot. We fucked for about 10 minutes and then I started jacking my cock and I could feel the orgasm building inside of me. I told him I was going to cum and then with his cock still inside me, I came all over the paddleboard. He quickly pulled out as I didn’t want him to cum inside me and sat down on the paddleboard while I kissed him and he jerked himself and ended up cumming on the paddleboard too.

It was honestly one of the best sexual experienced I have had in my life and we both agreed after that we need to do it again soon.

So I've been a little addicted to my dildos recently. Every night I'll be riding away on them having the time of my life, for hours. There's nothing I've been enjoying more than being completely naked and exposed. I've been doing it almost every night for a few months now without being caught by my roommate once, however the other night I didn't realize the door was open just enough that anyone walking past might see in. So I was riding away for a while before I realized that my roommate was standing looking through the gap in my door. They didn't notice that I'd seen them, and I didn't want to stop so I just kept riding harder and harder, breathing heavier, and moaning loudly, giving them a proper show with my dick flopping around in the air. I have no idea how long I was doing this for, or how long they were watching, but the next time I looked they were gone.

I'm not worried about them judging me or anything we all have our kinks and interests, but they are one of the cutest guys I know, with the nicest toned body. It was a few days ago that I saw him and I haven't caught him staring since, but maybe tonight I'll leave the door a little open, being a little louder, kinda hoping he will catch me and maybe give me a hand.

Here's a weird one I haven't seen anyone else post about. I don't like having my dick sucked. I think it feels weird and not arousing at all. Maybe I'm just too sensitive, idk. Maybe it's because I haven't had a guy I was really into try sucking on it. I seem to be into men who don't like sucking cock. The guy I'm currently dating doesn't suck cock. I'm also whatever the sexuality type is where you have to be emotionally into someone to be physically attracted to them. It's why I've never really been into random hookups. Sex with strangers is so weird to me and not exactly a fantasy. Those guys who sleep with hundreds of men... I could never.

I think if I had a guy that I was really into do it, things might be different. I get people on here telling me all the time that they'd love to suck my cock. I get it. I'm 8 inches, uncut, and hairy. It's really too bad that I don't like random blowjobs from strangers because I'd be getting head all the time, otherwise.

Has anyone else been like me and then found what they like later on in life?

I’m literally typing this in my notes app as I prepare for takeoff because it was so fucking hot. I swear on all that is holy that everything I’m about to say is 100% true.

I’m flying out of PHX on my way back to TX. I already changed my flight once today to fly out at midnight so I could spend my last day in PHX at Flex Spa (that was also worth it but will share that later.)

As much fun as I had at the spa, I was (am) still insatiably horny. Traveling only ever serves to amplify that. So I’m sitting at my gate, just there. Scanning Grindr and Sniffies and everyone hitting me up is miles away - which was frustrating since I changed my profiles to indicate which gate I was sitting and waiting at. So I turned them off and decided to try my luck with traditional bathroom cruising. After all, it was past 11 pm so traffic was minimal.

On my way into the bathroom I saw the housekeeper stocking his cart. He was so cute. Young, mid-20s, likely Mexican, light skinned, about 5’10. I stared but to no avail. He was on the phone while working and didn’t even acknowledge me. On to the stall.

It’s relevant to explain this men’s restroom. When you walk in, immediately in front of you it looks like a small men’s room. A line of 3 urinals and 2 stalls on the left wall, opposite that is a short wall of two sinks. However this is a right turn and there’s a larger part of it his men’s room. On that side the right wall has a line of about 5 urinals and then 5 stalls past that, with the last one being the larger handicap stall. That’s the one I went to.

I set up in the stall and began stroking. Three guys had cycled through the stall to my left, no one tapped back. At the same time, the housekeeper started cleaning this side of the restroom, still talking on the phone. Guys were still coming to this side. Not many, but enough I thought I wasn’t going to have any luck.

But in my mind I was leaving and old never see anybody in my life again. I stood up and started stroking so the housekeeper - let’s call him Luis - could see if he looked. And he finally did.

I was making it so obvious that I was stroking. I unlatched my door. Luis came to it like he was wiping it down but just watching me. He opened it wider but kept looking back in case anyone came. I motioned to let me blow him. He walked away.

He came back 30 seconds later. While the restroom wasn’t officially closed, he positioned his cart to block the entrance and we had a safer play window.

He pulled out this beautiful 6.5” uncut cock that had the sweetest precum pooling in his hood. I slurped it up quietly but quickly. He tasted so good. I blew him. He stroked. It was all of 4 maybe 5 minutes. He came in the toilet and I drank as much as I could catch. So fucking hot.

He tucked himself back in and motioned for me to finish myself in the stall while he got back to work.

That meant that guys could start coming back on a this side again. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I heard somebody come in and use the restroom. It was a flight line employee. I could tell by the safety vest. Let’s call him Marcus. He was about 6’2”.

He was washing his hands and saw through the gap in my door that I was just standing there but not really doing much else. Most guys would be curious for all of 5 seconds then leave. Marcus was watching me while he dried his hands. And then he started washing his hands again.

Game on.

I started making eye contact with him through the crack. He wasn’t shy and walked straight up to the door so I unlocked it. He came in and started stroking me and playing with my nipples. He pulls his dick out and starts stroking. It was nice, cut and about 5.5” one of my favorite sizes.

I leaned over and started sucking him. He was keeping an eye out and got spooked, said someone was coming. I asked him if it was the housekeeper, he said yes. I smiled that evil smile and said it’s ok, I just blew him. He asked if I swallowed his load and I nodded.

That must have turned him on. He began frantically jacking his dick while I tongued the tip. He eventually came and I slurped up as much as I could.

He shot some cum on my shorts and I had some on my hands. Delicious.

He quickly got dressed and stepped out. I made myself presentable and started grabbing my bags. It was at that moment I heard the overhead announcing ‘final boarding call’ for my flight.

I booked it out there and passed the housekeeper who was cleaning the mirrors. I grabbed his ass on my rush out and ran to my gate where I was the last one to board.

As I was putting my seatbelt on I realized my hands still had some wet cum. I smiled at it hoping my seat mate saw. He didn’t - and it was a red eye flight so we both knocked out fairly soon into our flight.

This is 100 percent true and I dialed back the details to shorten this very long story.

I made a previous post on here that seemed to go a bit viral, so probably best to read that post first before reading this one if you want to have any context.

https://www.reddit.com/r/gaysexconfessions/s/fyNxPEhhln

Background if you're new: 33 year old bi personal trainer. I write here about self development, gym, radical honesty, healthy masculinity, sexuality, and masturbation with other well intentioned men. Not a therapist. Just my own little essays for anyone willing to listen.

Standard disclosure, same as always, and it is related I swear. I've got muscles and a body that makes men act up and act awkward, especially my ass, and I have spent years being completely fine with that and honestly getting off on it. I have an admiration kink and I've never once hidden it. I've written a lot of posts here about how wanting is free, how masturbation isn't a moral failure, how men shouldn't hate themselves for any of it. I believe every word still.

But I've been re-reading my own stuff and having some conversations, and I've hit something I don't know how to think about, so I'm going to lay it out blunty:

I jack off to being jacked off to. That's the plainest way to say it. Not to a guy, not to a scenario, not to the idea of fucking anybody. I lie in bed at night and get off to the sheer number of men who got off to me that day. The volume of it. I'll wonder how many, and that's the thing that does it. I wear jockstraps and briefs and crew socks in the locker room and hold long conversations in them, and I tell myself it's just comfort but I know there's a rush in it. At my personal gym (not the one I work at), there’s a very private stall area that’s shaped like an L for lots of privacy. I’ve definitely left my curtain open while washing myself while the guy or guys across from me beat off watching me. I don’t jerk off with him or anything, but I get a rise out of winking at them when I leave after the “show” and saying “go get em champs”. I run muscle cam stuff for groups of men who are there to get off to me and I like it. And in my past post I talked about how I handled a client who stole my underwear, and how I set a boundary while not shaming him. And now he’s still my client, and when he gets too distracted, I’ll tell him casually that “”hey, I can tell youre distracted. If you need a bathroom break its fine. I’ll wait here””. Essentially saying its okay if he needs to jack off alone in private so that he can come back to training with more focus, without being overt. My physical therapist is a gay man who is fully hard when he works on me, and I tell him it’s okay. We have an agreement that so long as its all professional and no boundaries crossed, I don’t mind if hes totally boned up working on me in his uniform. I have gone to nude beaches and just flexed in a cruisy area while I let guys beat off to me. I have guys in my Dms asking to buy my used clothes. I have the horniest shit ever in my Dms… and I revel in it. I’ve done everything for attention minus actually making an onlyf account.

I've spent years filing every single one of those under "healthy, actually." Look how at peace I am. Look how I've metabolized being desired instead of being weird about it. And I want to be really careful here, because I don't think that framing is a lie. That's the whole trap. It's true. Being wanted isn't shameful. None of those men did anything wrong. My getting off isn't a moral event. All of that holds. I love providing my muscle cam shows for the tight knit group of men I have, for free, and telling them its healthy to want to masturbate and be a man. It’s fun, it’s healthy, why not.

But at this point I realize it’s become an addiction of my own. The need to be desired. To be jerked to. And I guise it under “”hey thats healthy masculinity””. That said, age comes for everyone, including me, and I don’t want to be an old man who still has this “”addiction”” and no longer gets the same attention I did in my current prime.

What’s your take on it? Am I overthinking? Should I just enjoy the privilege I have in having the body that I do? Are there stronger boundaries I should be enforcing for myself and for clients? To what extent do I need to be real with myself and take my own advice?

I’ve always been super faithful in my relationships. Never even considered cheating on anyone. But this last one was already pretty rocky. Around the time it happened, we’d just gotten back together after a break, so maybe that’s why all of this ended up happening.

To try and make him happy now that we were back on, I booked a waxing session so my ass would be completely smooth for him. I always just shaved my hole at home, but this time I wanted something longer-lasting. I looked on Instagram for a guy in my city who did male waxing, found one who seemed pretty popular, and booked him.

I showed up nervous as hell because I’d never done this before, but the waxer was really professional at first.
He was tall, dark-skinned, slim but built, covered in tattoos, with a full, well-groomed beard — that alternative look, you know? He was wearing a tank top and shorts, super casual.

He was one of those guys who keeps talking the whole time so you stay distracted and feel more comfortable. It worked. I relaxed pretty quick.

He started by waxing my cock and balls, chatting about random stuff the whole time. At one point he asked if I always preferred being smooth. I told him lately I’d been keeping it that way because my boyfriend liked me completely hairless.

He laughed and said he got it — he liked his partners smooth too, but on himself he preferred more hair. Without thinking I asked, “So even though you’re a waxer, you keep it natural?” He laughed again and said yeah, he left the bush intact and just trimmed around it.
The second he said that, my brain immediately pictured it… and of course my traitor of a dick decided that was the perfect moment to get hard.

I had nowhere to hide. I was naked right in front of him. I went bright red, but he stayed completely professional and just said it happens a lot. I nodded and waited for it to go down, but it was pretty obvious what had set me off.

Once he finished the front, he told me to lie face-down on the table so he could do my ass. Still totally professional at this point. No sign anything was about to happen, even after the earlier “accident.”

He started applying the wax, but it felt different from the front. Before he’d been quick and chatty; now he was slower. He’d spread my cheeks and take his time before I even felt the wax. He’d talk, then go quiet like he was concentrating.

This was the first time I’d ever had my ass waxed, and fuck, I was in pain. Every strip made me moan from the sting, and he’d press his hand over the spot, telling me it would feel better soon, that he was almost done. Just trying to keep me calm.

Eventually he said he was finished, and he made a joke saying he bet that it hadn’t been as bad as I’d expected. I just laughed in relief that it was over. He asked if my skin felt sensitive and I told him honestly that yes, it did. Then he offered to put some lotion on to soothe it. I said yes without thinking twice.

A few seconds later he came back with the lotion and started applying it… and that’s when it hit me what I’d just agreed to… He was literally rubbing around my hole.
By the time I realized it, his hands were already there, spreading the lotion between my cheeks and around my entrance… slow, careful, basically giving me a full massage “to calm the skin.”

There was nothing calming about it. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just stayed still, breathing deep while this hot waxer kept circling my hole, still acting like it was pure professionalism, just part of the service.

The massage kept going. Time passed and I still couldn’t bring myself to say anything, “stop, is it done yet, i think that’s enough”… nothing.

After a while I started feeling light pressure against my hole while he rubbed. I knew exactly what was about to happen and still… I couldn’t speak.

He asked if my skin felt better. I said yes, almost moaning. His voice had dropped low, almost a whisper, telling me the lotion was really good, that it left the skin soft and hydrated.

While he was saying that, the pressure got stronger… and finally my hole gave way. His finger slid in slow and I couldn’t hold it in… a deep moan came out as I felt him inside me.

The vibe had completely shifted, but he kept going like nothing had changed, still playing the professional while his finger moved in and out of my ass. All I could do was moan. The whole situation felt insane and so fucking good at the same time.

He kept saying this would leave my skin calmer and healthier, and I just agreed, clearly letting him finger me. In that moment I wasn’t thinking about anything outside that room, least of all my boyfriend.

Soon he added a second finger and started opening me up. That’s when the moaning really started. He’d ask if I was feeling better and I’d just nod, both of us still pretending this was somehow part of the service.

With two fingers inside me, he said there was something else he wanted to use to make me even more relaxed and comfortable. I just agreed. I heard him step away, opened my eyes, and came face-to-face with the huge bulge in his shorts right in front of my face.

He didn’t say a word. Just kept fingering my ass with one hand while the other slowly pushed his shorts and underwear down… and his cock sprang free. Thick, heavy, probably around 8.3 inches, uncut, noticeably bigger than my boyfriend’s 6.7. And hairy… exactly as bushy as he’d described, the thing that started this whole mess.

He started stroking my head and guiding his cock toward my mouth. There was no resisting. I started sucking him like I was in a trance. The musky smell of his bush in my nose, his hand in my hair, his fingers still stretching my hole. I was on fire.

After a while of sucking him, I felt his fingers pull out. He climbed onto the table and got on top of me, cock lined up with my ass. He pressed the head against me and whispered something I really wasn’t ready for: that this would get me nice and ready for my boyfriend…

Right then I remembered my boyfriend existed… and right then he started pushing in. That thick, massive cock stretching me open in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

All I could do was grip the table and moan. His thrusts left me breathless, his weight on top of me. And the whole time he kept talking shit… saying my boyfriend was going to love how I looked… that he finally understood why my boyfriend liked me smooth…

Every word was both a reminder of how wrong this was and how much I was loving every second. The guilt was completely buried under how good it felt.

He fucked me slow and deep for what felt like forever. Hard, full strokes until I barely remembered where I was. He kept going until he came right against my hole. I can’t even describe how out of it I was by the end.

When he finished, he got off me, grabbed a wipe, and cleaned me up like a true professional. Then he helped me sit up and kissed me, saying he was sure my boyfriend would be happy with the result. I couldn’t even think straight, still completely gone from the fucking and now the kiss.

I got to my car completely dazed and exhausted. And of course the second I checked my phone, there were messages from my boyfriend.

There he was, asking how it went, if I’d been embarrassed, and requesting the photo of the result that I’d promised to send him.

I just texted back that I wanted to surprise him and he’d see it in person the next day when we met up. He called me a tease and said that was even better, that he couldn’t wait.

I just breathed a sigh of relief. Because if I’d sent a picture of my ass that day, there would’ve been no hiding it. He’d have seen right away that my hole wasn’t just smooth… it was completely swollen and stretched from taking another man’s cock.

It’s a little dirty confession, but I (24M) like sucking cock from the back. I like it when they’re on their hands and knees and push their cock backwards. Then I just gobble it up. I get a good look at their ass and their cock is usually super erect cuz of the tension. My favourite part is that their tight little hole is right there. So after I suck their cock, I can start rimming them and getting a taste of that ass.

Another thing I like about sucking cock from that back is when someone uncut does it. Their cockhead pops out or it peaks out from its sexy little hood. Sometimes I’ll tease it with my tongue and get in there and lick around the head from inside the foreskin.

Best part is if I’m fucking someone doggy in a threesome and someone starts eating my ass, and when I pull my cock out, and point it back at them. They take it and start sucking my cock and from the back and eating my ass.

Writing this down makes me wish I had someone who’d let me suck their cock from the back, and fuck them right now.