I guess every guy, straight or gay, has had a few sexual experiences that he will remember and jerk off to for the rest of his life. I'd like to share one such encounter that I recently had. First, let me fill you in on some background. I'm a 25-year-old gay guy, 6'2", 190 lbs., light brown hair, green eyes, about 7 inches of cut meat with a boy next door face. My body's in fairly good shape as I run several times a week. While I admit I'm gay I'm not out as far as life-style is concerned. I don't have much experience in that area either sexually or socially. I fooled around with a few guys starting back in college, but I've never had a boyfriend or hung at gay bars.

I graduated from law school last May and was fortunate enough to obtain a great job with a high-powered law firm in New York City. I'm making more money than I've ever earned by far, while at the same time I having less free time to spend any of it. I've never worked so hard and so long in my life. Big gun law firms may pay 75 grand a year to their new associates, but they get $100,000 worth of work out of us. There's not much you can do about it, it's the only path to partnership and the really big money we all went to law school for in the first place. Last week was another week from hell and then some, but it ended on a high note, though that didn't become apparent for right away. I'd put in 16 hours a day minimum and when Friday finally rolled around I was looking forward to going home, jerking off for the first time in four days and sleeping through a good deal of the weekend. Then at about 3:00 in the afternoon, the senior partner to whom I report called me into his office. He was dispatching me to Bridgeport, Connecticut to take the deposition of a woman who was leaving for Puerto Rico on a family emergency. Since her testimony was crucial an upcoming case, and because we had no idea how long she'd be gone, it was imperative that we obtain her sworn testimony before she left. What could I say? I was fucked. had the 4:15 out of Grand Central getting me to Bridgeport at about 5:30. With any luck I'd be able to catch the 9:33 back to the City. That was the plan. Of course the train was almost an hour late getting to Bridgeport. I raced to the hotel and found the witness and a court stenographer already waiting for me in the meeting room my office had reserved.

What they hadn't done was arrange for a translator. Seems our witness speaks virtually no English. Fortunately the stenographer was able to help me find a court-approved translator willing to come immediately to the hotel. It was 8:00 before we finally got underway. The deposition, translating and all, took less than a hour and a half, but it took the stenographer more than two hours to transcribe the testimony onto a floppy disc. The last train of the night left was scheduled to leave Bridgeport at 11:48. It was 11:40. If it was on time I'd only be able to make it if I ran like hell and was real lucky. My train was pulling out of the station as I ran up to the entrance. The week was ending the way it had started. I had visions of sleeping in the station, waiting for the next train, scheduled to arrive in only 6 hours. Then I spotted a couple of cabs lined up at the curb. I walked up to the driver's side of the first one in line. The driver had his window open, his arm hanging out with a cigarette in his hand. I leaned down a little, though not enough to clearly see the driver's face or features. "Any chance of getting a ride to New York City?" I asked. "The fare's 75 bucks, flat rate, but I'm going off duty as soon as the 12:05 from New York gets here." "Would an extra $100 help change your mind?" I was desperate and $100 was a small price to pay to be able to spend the night in my own bed. That got his immediate attention and interest. His head popped out of the window. He was about my age, a bit scruffy looking, with long blond hair. "Let me get this straight," he asked in disbelief, "if I drive you to New York you'll pay the $75.00 fare plus give me 100 bucks?" "You got it," I said ! with the grin of one who knows he's got his fish hooked.

"Can you show me the cash?" He spoke with the cynical tone of someone who didn't have much faith in his fellow man. I slipped my money clip out of my trousers pocket and pulled two $100 bills free and held them up. That seemed to satisfy him. "Cool, we're goin' to New York, get in mister." "I can get us to New York, but you'll have to show me where you want to go once we're there. I ain't been in New York too often. Once to a Yankee's game and another time I got dragged down by my girlfriend to see the big Christmas tree they got there every year. Bridgeport's big enough for me. New York's got too many cars, to many buildings and way too many people. I don't see how anybody can live there. You like it?" It was kind of fun to listen to his mindless babble and besides he was cute. He was a little rough around the edges, but definitely the tough, studly kind of street guy I so often fantasize about. "I don't mind," I answered him, "I like living there very much, but I've only been there since June. I'm from Maine and went to school in Vermont, so it's been a big change for me, but it's really exciting.

Of course I haven't had much time to really appreciate everything it has to offer." "Why'd you move there in the first place?" "I got a job there." "Yeah? What kinda work you do?" "I'm a lawyer." "I'm not surprised, you talk like you're real educated. You ain't a criminal lawyer are you? I needed a good criminal lawyer once or twice, but never had one." He laughed out loud, as if this was a great joke. "No, I'm in product liability law. That's when a company negligent in making its product and someone is damaged as a result," I explained. "You mean like this Firestone Tire bullshit, right?" "That's exactly right." He was no scholar, but he wasn't a dummy either. "So," I asked a little worried, "what did you need a criminal lawyer for?" "I got busted a couple of times carrying a little weed. No big deal, I had to pay a fine the first time and I got 2 years probation the second. I'm clean now, paid my debt to society. Besides I never carry pot with me any more. I smoke at home or I don't smoke at all." "That's not a bad idea," I said happy that I wasn't at the mercy of a violent felon. "So you married?" He asked keeping up his inquiries. "No, not even close," I answered truthfully. "Shit I don't blame you. If I had your money and lived in a place like New York I'd have me a different babe every night of the week. I bet you have more pussy than you know what to do with." "Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't even have time to date. I haven't had sex in over six months. When you're fresh out of law school they work your ass off." "Fuck man they can't pay you that much. If I had to go without getting laid or sucked off for more than 48 hours I'd go off my nut." "Are you married?"

I asked, hoping I could get the conversation away from my sex life. "I live with a woman and her two kids. She's ten years older'n me but she's a great lay, gives a fair head job. She's cool. She don't hassle me or get all jealous like some of the younger chicks I've dated. I still can't believe you've gone months without getting some; shit you must have calluses on your hands." He chuckled and I felt my face heating up, I knew I was blushing and I was happy he couldn't see my face. "Listen," he said, "a buddy of mine told me that there's a place down by the river in New York where you can go and get a great blowjob for 20 bucks. Is that true?” One of the junior partners had pointed out the area around 14th Street and the Hudson River where a guy could indeed get himself a $20 blow job, but there was a catch I didn't think his buddy had mentioned to him. "It's true," I told him, "but your buddy left out one very significant detail." "Yeah, what's that?" "First, I got to tell you what I know is third hand, I really don't know what goes down, but from what I've been told about 95% of the 'girls' who work that area are drag queens." I figured that'd knock him for a loop.

"You mean they're guys dressed as girls?" "That's right," I said smugly. "So? ! Who gives a fuck if they give good head? They look like the real thing, besides guys usually do a better job, and they’re more into it, so it's like the best of both worlds. They suck like guys and look like girls. The main thing is you get off like a bitch. What say you and me drive by this place and see if we can each get our rocks off?" "You mean you don't mind getting a blow job from a guy?" I asked, suddenly much more interested in the conversation than I had been. "Shit no! Dude, you don't have to be gay to enjoy a guy smokin' your pole. Like I said, they really get into it and you get some really great tootin' done on the old horn. And when you're ready to shoot your wad they ain't like so many women who don't like the taste or think it's disgusting to eat a guy's cum.

These gay guys love it and will suck every drop down. A great blowjob, no matter how good it is, ain't great if you can't totally unload with a mouth wrapped around your cock. If you ain't tried it, don't knock it." By this time my cock was a hard seven inches pushing at the fabric of my gray flannels. I suddenly wanted this guy's cock shooting its load deep down my throat. Just knowing he was available had me hornier than I could remember being in a long time. Still I didn't know how to proposition him. I didn't feel real comfortable just coming out and asking him if I could suck his dick. What I said was, "don't get me wrong. I'm not knocking it, I'm just surprised, you just strike me as the kind of guy who might slug another guy who put the moves on him." "Are you kidding? I been drivin' cab for about four years. Know how many times guys have come on to me? Hundreds, a couple of times a week at least. I got regulars who ask for me when they call for a cab. If I have time and I'm in the mood, which is most times, I let them go down on me. Shit a few of them even pay me. I won't accept money for sex, I have my pride, but if they want to up my tip to a 20, that's fine with me. I make more tips than most drivers and I always have a big smile on my face.

What do you say, how 'bout you show me where these drag queens are and we both get ourselves fixed up. I guarantee you won't regret it. Shit I'm poppin' wood just thinkin' about it." "I'll admit you're starting to get me horny, but I had maybe something a little different in mind." "If it feels good I'm up for it. What are you thinking of? "I was thinking maybe you could park the cab and come up to my place and I'll blow you." There I'd said it. Now I waited for his reaction. "You're gonna blow me? You? You're a gay boy? I'll be fucked. You sure don't look it; but hey, that's great. If you want to blow me, like I said, I’m up for it, literally. Listen, I don't do nothin', I don't suck or kiss or shit like that." "I didn't think you did, that's cool, I understand. I'll get off knowing I'm getting you off, and if you spend the night I'll another $100 to your tip. I'm just so horny I need to get it out of my system. Think you'd be interested in doing that?" "$200 cash money and some serious cock sucking and you're asking if I'd be interested. That's a no brainer, Mister, you got yourself a deal and a horny cock to suck. The name's Mike." He said extending his right arm into the back seat. We shook hands as if to seal the deal. "I'm Alex and I'm very glad I missed my train." "Yeah, me too Dude, me too." Forty-five minutes later the two of us were walking into my apartment. Mike seemed impressed with what he called my big city crib. I showed him into the bedroom and he kicked off his shoes and started undressing. I pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said, "Why don't we both take showers before we get started.

Do you want to go first or second?" He grinned at me and said, "Why don't we take one together? I love having someone wash me." He didn't have to ask twice. In a matter of seconds we were both naked. I took a long look at his magnificent body and was instantly sporting a total hard on. This seemed to please him, "Glad you like what you see," he said. His own cock, while not hard, was plumped up and pushing upwards.. It was perfection. Even semi-limp it was bigger and thicker than mine at full staff. It had one of those big pink helmet heads with a pouting piss slit that looked like two tiny lips. Pushing out of the slit was a gleaming, growing drop of crystal man juice. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking his meat gently to full arousal. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and take it to the hilt, but Mike started to walk backwards toward the bathroom, pulling me with him, my hand still holding on tightly to his manhood. We both laughed as we crossed the threshold. I let go of him and turned on the water in the shower, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. We both stepped into the stall and I began to soap him up. I covered every inch of his hard body with rich soapy lather.

I even managed to get my hand between his ass crack and carefully soaped, washed and rinsed his rosebud thoroughly. He gave absolutely no resistance and seemed to be enjoying my ministrations. When he was thoroughly clean, I gave myself a quick scrub down. I couldn't resist any longer I dropped to my knees and with warm water raining down on us I swallowed the most beautiful cock I'd ever been this close to. He held my head fast with his hands and pistoned himself in and out. I was in a separate heaven, only remotely aware that he was moaning. He finally had to push my head away from my prize before I heard what he was saying. "Slow down man. You got one hell of a hot mouth and I'm right on the edge. Let's get out, dry off and hit the sack. All I want is to kick back while you do your thing. There ain't nothin' better than a long, slow and easy hum job." Who could argue with a plan like that? I stood up, shut off the water and reached out to grab a bath sheet that was on the shelf next to the shower stall. I wrapped it around him letting it absorb the water from his body. I grabbed a towel for myself and we both stepped out into the bathroom and finished drying ourselves.

Once we were both dry he raced into the bedroom ahead of me and took a diving leap onto the bed. By the time I reached the foot of the bed, he was propped up against the pillows, his legs spread with his rock hard cock pointing straight toward the ceiling. I climbed onto the bed and stretched out with my head between his legs and my feet hanging off the end of the bed. I took hold of his fat cock and pulled it down slightly placing the head in my mouth. I worked it with my tongue and lips until I had him begging me to take him all. How could I deny him in his moment of need? I slid my lips down his thick shaft until I felt them brush against his pubes. Then holding my lips tight around his pole I pulled my mouth upward, my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. A noticeable shiver coursed through his body and a deep moan escaped his lips. "Oh man, that's good. Yeah take it real slow I want this to last; it feels so in-fucking-credible. Do it just that way back and forth, a little tighter with the lips, yeah that's it, oh God, you suck cock like a pro." His talk was heating me up to a fever pitch. I wanted him bad, wanted to taste his funky load, to drink down his masculine essence, to savor the juice of his manhood. I worked him over. "Oh shit Dude, I'm there, I can't stop it, you're just too good.

Shit, get ready, here it cummmmmmmmmmms. Yeah swallow my load, yeah keep going, there's more to come. Oh yeah, Okay, Okay, That's It, Okay, Okay. I can't take any more." He pushed me off him and I collapsed backward. His cock was still hard and pulsing. A last glob of cum pushed its way to the surface and began its slow run down his still hard shaft. I was savoring a mouthful of his bittersweet load, but could not bear to let even this drop escape. I swallowed and then dove back down, lapping up this last offering. Though I was expecting him to do so, he didn't push me away, so I continued licking at his shaft and head as his breathing returned to normal. When he stayed rock hard and didn't protest, I extended my licking to include a little sucking and soon I was going at him like he hadn't shot his load at all. "Christ Dude, your mouth has me so hot I think I'm ready to go again. This time let's take it slow and easy for real. What do you think? Think we can do that?"

My mouth stuffed with thick, ripe manmeat I could only mumble and nod my head, but my actions said it all. I did as he asked; I took it real slow, teasing the sensitive areas of his cock. I work them until he was groaning with pleasure. I moved from his dick and gave his balls the full treatment. Too large to get into my mouth together I gave each my best one at a time. Then I pushed his legs up and back in order to pleasure him in the sensitive area between his balls and rosebud. He was already whimpering before my tongue touched his hole, and then he lost it. He flipped himself up and over giving me total access to his wide-open hole. I buried my face between his hard firm buns. I had him; he was going crazy with pleasure. "God, oh God, I ain't never had nothin' like this done to me before. This is fuckin' too much to handle. I can't believe what it feels like, it's so good. That's it you crazy cock sucker eat my ass, drive that tongue into my hole." I chowed down until my tongue was numb and he was near tears with pleasure. He was so worked up and bucking around I was afraid he was going to shoot his load and I'd miss it. I slowed down and licked my way back to his meaty balls lapping at the egg sized orbs drawn tight in their sac until we'd both calmed down a bit. I eased his legs down and took his shaft into my mouth once again. I proceeded to work oral magic on him. I went at him slow and tenderly using my mouth, lips, tongue and fisted hand to bring him repeatedly to the brink, then letting him down lightly only to bring him back up to a crescendo of sensations. He started begging me to finish him off, but I wouldn't, I wanted to play with him and his beautiful piece of meat for as long as he'd let me get away with it. He finally could take it no longer.

With a couple of quick moves he flipped himself over and onto me. Before I knew what was happening he was straddling my chest. He shoved his steel hard cock between my lips, and pushed his way into my mouth. He brought his hands up to behind my head cradling it. He began fucking my face. "I can't take it no more I gotta to cum," he said desperately, pumping himself into my throat. He was a man possessed. His throbbing, pulsating member was moving in and out of my throat so quickly that I could hardly draw a breath. Luckily I was able to draw a lungful of air just as he slammed it home; his body stiffened; I felt the head of his cock swell and push against my throat passage; and then volley after volley of hot cum shot from his balls. He pulled back a bit so that the head was rested on my tongue, allowing me to swallow his massive load. I'd expected a light load considering he'd shot off less than a hour earlier, but if anything this load was larger still. Not that I was complaining, I was intoxicated by the musky flavor of his spunk. He was the complete package, a street-wise, tough, straight guy with a great cock and the ability to use it; he was a fantasy cum to life. "Dude, I'll tell you something. I been with a few guys and lots of women, but nobody ever done what you just did to me. I ain't never felt feeling like you gave my cock, balls and ass hole. I only wish you lived closer, I'd be a regular visitor. You sure to have a golden mouth." I knew it was all bullshit, but somehow his words made me feel great. I'd been able to turn on a straight guy enough to get two big loads out of him in less than one hour; for some reason that turned me on big time. Then my little butch friend surprised the shit out of me. "Hey ain't you gonna cum? You're the one with the lack a nooky in his ! life. How 'bout I beat off a load for you?" "You'd do that? You'd jerk me off?" "Shit Dude, it's the least I can do after what you just did for me. It's not like I'm suckin' you off or anything. Not much different than beatin' my own meat. I ain't never sucked my own cock, but I sure have spanked my own monkey thousands of time. If I can jerk off my dick I don't see why I can't jerk off your dick." Who was I to argue? I said, "I'd love it as long as you don't mind." He was still on my chest looking down at me. Without saying a word he just spun himself around so that his back was to me. I felt his fist close around my rock hard cock and then he started pumping. It didn't take more than a few strokes. I erupted, cum shooting all over the place including Mike's hand, arm and chest. I was nearly delirious and shaking as though I had a high fever. "Geez Dude, you shoot a pretty big load yourself. First time I've ever had a cum shower, except for my own." "I'm sorry," I apologized, "I didn't mean to spray you." "Don't worry, it's cool, though I wouldn't mind having a towel to clean up with when you can get back on your feet," he said as he rolled off me and onto to his back next to me in bed.

My shaft, balls and general crotch area were also in need of clean up so I went into the bathroom and grabbed a couple of hand towels. We cleaned up and decided we'd better get some sleep. It was nearly 3:30 AM. "I'm gonna have to head back pretty early. Could you set the alarm for 8:00, that should give me enough sleep and still have a half hour in case you get hungry," he laughed. "You can count on it," I said as I set the clock-radio. "I wake up with a wicked bad appetite." "Well I got a breakfast sausage like you ain't ever seen." I shut off the light on the nightstand. Mike rolled over on his side facing away from me and I did likewise facing in the opposite direction. His head hadn't hit the pillow before I heard him snoring softly. It didn't take too long before I followed his lead. my eyes opened, sunlight was seeping through the blinds. As I came awake I realized that sometime during the night Mike had rolled over and was now facing in the same direction as I, with his front pressed up against my back and his right arm tossed over my torso, not really in an embrace, but definitely over me. The display on the clock-radio read 7:38. I wondered if I should wake him when I became aware of something very large and very hard resting between my buns. Mike was sporting a major woody and it lay tucked into my crack. I moved around a little, but he was so deeply asleep not even his breathing changed. The only thing my movement accomplished was to lodge his cock even tighter between my cheeks.

Suddenly, I knew what I wanted. I'd never been fucked before, but I knew I wanted Mike's 8-inch meat as far up my ass as I could get it and I wanted it very badly. Sure I'd often stuck the one or two fingers up my butt while beating off, but I knew that could hardly compare to the monster meat I now wanted inside me. I pulled away from Mike as gently as I could. He didn't move a muscle. I reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the tube of K-Y that I used for masturbation. I slowly worked a good amount as far up my shoot as I could shove it. Then I took a generous dollop of the liquid jelly into my hand and spread it over every inch of Mike's solid hardon. It didn't wake him, though he let out a long sigh. I wondered what he was dreaming. I reached down for one of our clean-up towels and wiped the K-Y off my hands. Then I positioned myself. I moved back until the tip of Mike's cock was resting at the entrance to my butt. Gently and very slowly I pushed back onto it. The head popped in and I thought I was going to scream with the sharp pain that seized me, but I inhaled deeply several times until it subsided. I resumed pushing back and amazingly the pain became nonexistent. I continued my backward slide until I felt his pubic hair on my buns. He was totally inside me. I didn't move. I just wanted to get used to the sensation of fullness, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I began to thrust back and forth, sliding his shaft in and out of me. The sensations that shot through my body were unbelievable. I'd never imagined that I could get this much pleasure from being fucked. I soon forgot that the cock I was riding was attached to a living person. Only his arm tightening around me brought me back to reality. "Holy Shit! Now this is too fuckin' much." At first I thought he was pissed and that I'd carried things way too far. His next words eased my apprehension. "Man you are one tight fuck. I always wondered what it would be like goin' in the back door, but I ain't ever found me a woman willin' to let me try. But if you don't mind I think I'd like to take over from here. Did he ever.

He fucked me like I never imagined a fucking could be. I was in heaven and then I felt his lips on my neck. He was kissing me on the back of the neck and nibbling on my ear lobe. "Baby," he whispered, "I don't care if you're a guy or a girl, you are one of the hottest fucks I've ever had and I've had some hot ones. Anybody who can do to my cock what you've done deserves a little lovin'. With that he turned my head back as far as it would go until we were lips to lips. He kissed me and his tongue pushed into my mouth. Our tongues entwined and dueled as he ravaged my ass. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, rose up on his arms and roared as he unleashed a torrent of his seed deep within my bowels. Just at that moment, I felt my balls tighten up and suddenly, without having been touched I was pulsing out sticky strands of man juice between my body and the bed sheets. He collapsed on top of me and I couldn't have moved had I wanted to. He was still buried to the hilt in me and I didn't want him to ever withdraw. Finally, he rolled over and with a pop he was out. He looked over at me and our eyes met. I'm not quite sure what unspoken message passed between us, but each realized that this had been a totally unique experience.

He smiled a soft and gentle smile at me. "I like women and that's never gonna change, but that was one of the best nights of sex I've had with anybody, male or female or any other kinda sex there is. Man I would do you anytime." "Same goes for me to you," I said. He took a quick shower and got dressed. I handed him three $100 bills and told him it was the best taxi service I'd ever had. He laughed and said that my service was better than his. "I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime," I said. "Neither would I." He gave me a short but tender kiss right on the lips. Well that's the story. If everything goes right he said he'd be back in a few weeks, just before Christmas. We'll see, but I'm not holding my breath. If nothing else I have the memory and I've relived it every night since.

It was late August, and I was speeding up I-5 to my cabin in northern California. There in the high country nestled in the redwoods, with a commanding view of Mt. Shasta, was my little piece of paradise. I had left smoggy LA before dawn, intent on a week of quiet reflection, before the rigors of teaching commanded all my energy. I was cruising along in my 4 x 4 pickup, with some Grateful Dead CD's to mellow out the miles. I pulled off above Sacramento for a bite and some gas, very pleased that it was just early afternoon. As I approached the on-ramp to the freeway, I saw a hitchhiker standing with a large backpack propped against his thigh. I had become leery of picking up anybody, with all that was going on, but I thought back to a few years ago when I had such difficulty thumbing rides, and I slowed to scope him out.

He was clean not scruffy, but what really started to sway me was the way he filled out his tight white teeshirt and jeans. When he put his hands together in prayer and looked skyward as I went past, I grinned and pulled over. He tossed his pack in the bed and jumped in the cab. "Thanks for stopping man, I've been here for hours" he exclaimed. When I told him that I've always been moved by prayer and winked, he burst out laughing, saying he was getting ready to jump in front of cars. His name was Jeff. He was going to be a sophomore at UCLA. He had been working long hours at his dad's business, and now had two free weeks before school started, and was heading up to Oregon.

He grinned when I told him I was a teacher, and he would be back out on the highway the next time he mentioned school.He told me that's what he wanted to do, and asked me how I liked it. I gave him the rap about the three best things about teaching: June, July, and August. He roared. I really liked his open and energetic way, to say nothing of that hard slim body, and I had a spasm of lust when I thought about inviting him up to my cabin and what that might lead to. I asked him why he was traveling alone. He answered that he had had a big falling out with his girlfriend two weeks ago. He was bummed about it, but this trip was an effort to put it behind him. I had another spasm of lust, as I thought how much I would like to put it behind him. The talk turned to the outdoors, camping, and backpacking, with me laying the groundwork for a possible laisson, by telling him about my cabin and the mountain trails around it. We cruised by Redding, climbing out of the San Joaquin Valley, when all of a sudden we came to a standstill. We sat in traffic cursing our luck.

For about half an hour we didn't budge, and we bothbegan to fidget. I noticed Jeff rubbing his shoulder, and thought of a wayto make contact. I killed the engine and the air conditioned cab slowly turned into a sauna. We both cheered as an ambulence and then a tow truck flashed by on the shoulder. The rising temperature made us start to sweat profusely, and I pulled of my teeshirt hoping Jeff would follow. He did, grimacing as he raised it over his head. I took in that well tanned hairless chest, and felt another spasm of lust as I thought about squeezing those pecs. "I can see that pack is doing a number on your shoulders and back. Lie across the seat and I'll give you a shiatsu massage," I said. "Great!" Jeff said, and when I got up he lay down. I bent his legs at the knees and straddled his thighs, and leaned forward and gripped his shoulders. "Oh yeah!" Jeff moaned over and over as I worked his muscles.

When I saw how sensitive he became as I pressed my thumbs on either side of his vertebrae and worked my way down his back, I began to get hard. I thought about how he might squirm with my hands massaging his cock, and bit my lip. As I rolled mypalms around his back, I stared at that tight butt and thought about squeezing those cheeks. A loud blast of a horn ended that idea. I looked up and saw traffic was starting to move. As I started the engine, I turned to Jeff and said, "That will be 35 dollars." He smiled and said, "That felt wonderful, you really know how to give a massage." It was now or never. I looked at him intently and said, "If you come up to my cabin, I'll massage you all over." Jeff blushed furiously and said, "Thanks, but I'm really not into that." I nodded and said, "You don't have to be into anything, just lay back and enjoy. I really do know how to give a massage." He didn't say anything, but shook his head and looked straight ahead. "Jeff" I continued. "I've got hot running water. I've got a fireplace. We can climb Shasta. We can talk about anything.

Of course you can always spend the next two weeks on a freeway on-ramp instead." He snorted but stared straight ahead. "Jeff" I persisted. "If you get freakedout, or want to leave for any reason, I'll bring you right back to the freeway, and my bonus offer, I'll even throw in a pizza with everything!" He laughed, looked at me a long time and said, "OK, I like to think I have an open mind, but..." It was dusk when we reached the cabin. I brought him around back where we watched the last of the sun's rays climbing up Shasta. The mountain air, revived us from all those miles, but it began to get cool, and we went inside. "You can shower first Jeff, I'll build a fire." I said, giving him a towel and a bathrobe, telling him I'd wash and dry his clothes. He came out obviously refreshed, but nervous, the bathrobe tied tight around him. It's my turn to clean up Jeff. Make yourself at home, there's a glass of wine on the table." The water felt great and my cock rose to its full nine inches when I thought about Jeff. I visualized getting him high, driving him wild, and wondering how far I could get with him. He was standing looking into the fire his wine glass empty. Wordlessly I took his glass, and killed all the lights. We both stood gazing into the fire. I wanted the wine to take off his edginess before I made contact. Finally, I knelt down and placed my hands around one foot at the ankle. I looked up; through the flickering firelight I could see Jeff staring into the fire, his arms tight by his sides, much like a soldier at attention.

My fingers worked up the back of his calf, firmly kneading the taut muscle. I switched to the other foot, positioning myself between his legs. ThenI moved to the back of his knees, then under his robe and up the back of his thighs. I looked up; my soldier had closed his eyes. My heart started to pound, and my cock became rockhard. I tugged on the knot of his robe with my teeth till it came loose. As the robe swung open, Jeff stiffened. "Relax Jeff" I whispered. I continued to massage the back of his thighs as I brought my head between the folds of his robe to get a good look at his cock. It was bathed in red from the firelight. It hung down over his balls, a nice size. I began to breathe on the head and it quickly rose up. I kissed the tip, getting a loud groan from Jeff. No doubt about it; Jeff was a hot number.

I opened my robe to stroke my cock, and really went after Jeff. I squeezed his balls all the while bathing his cock with my tongue. Then I put my mouth around his cockhead, feeling it throb. I moved my hand to his chest, feeling his heart pounding in rhythm with his throbbing cock. I looked up at Jeff's face. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was wide open. I vowed before this week was out, I would have my cock inthere. I began to suck his cock, and felt his body tense. His legs came together and he shifted his feet. He was trying to hold back! I released him, once again licking his cock all over, and stroking his slippery shaft, while pounding my own cock furiously. I put my lips to the tip of his cock, and begandrawing on it. I moved my hands to his ass. His cheeks were so tensed, I could not get my fingers between them. I thought about trying to push my cock between those cheeks and blew my load across the room. I clamped my mouth over Jeff's cockhead twirling my tongue around the head. Both hands began working his balls. Jeff started to squirm, but I did not letup.

I put my thumb at the base of his cock feeling his load begin to boil up the shaft. He started to groan loudly, and I looked up to see his contorted face. "I'm coming!" he yelled as his load filled my mouth. He kept moaning as I sucked him dry. "That was incredible!" he gasped, as he pulled away and slumped on the sofa. We were making our way up a rocky slope, with Jeff in the lead. The viewswere magnificient, but all I saw was that tight bouncing butt. Last night was a great start, but this morning was even more promising. He had become involved, and a lot less inhibited. During breakfast, I had slipped under the table, quickly opened his robe and took his cockhead in my mouth.

How quickly that soft rubbery head had swollen and become rockhard. When I had slid my mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, he had grabbed my head and guided me up and down his cock, cradling my head after he had given me a load of cream. I had in mind a swimming hole in a creek, with large smooth boulders along it. The creek would be dry this time of year, so the swimming hole would bewarm. I had packed along some powerful homegrown weed, add a little skinny dipping, and no telling what might happen. We were quite sweaty from the climb when we reached the swimming hole. I waisted no time shucking my clothes; I wanted to catch Jeff's reaction to my big cock. He had been pulling off his boots, but stopped and did a double take when he saw my cock. I started to do a series of mock flexes, then imitated an apeby running crouching on my hands and making like I was staking out territory, and finally picking up a pine cone and making like it was a grenade.

All the while Jeff was taking in my bouncing cock. I jumped off a rock into the warm water. "Come on Jeff, the water's great" I yelled. I lay back watching him undress and playing with myself. When he bent over to collect his clothes, I got a great view of his ass, and his smooth balls hanging between his legs. We sat in the water about five feet apart. I looked over and asked, "Does this beat LA?" "This really beats LA" replied Jeff. "Glad you came?" "Really glad I came" "Did you enjoy what happened between us?" Silence, then Jeff looked over at me and said "Yes" "There can be more Jeff. Don't forget I'm a teacher." Silence. I got out and went to my knapsack and got my homegrown weed and rolled a joint. Nothing but flowertops, a few hits would make a monk horny. I called to Jeff to come out and get high.

Standing naked face to face, we passed the joint back and forth. High and excited we were all alone in the middle of nowhere, my cock rose and stuck straight out. "Look Jeff I've got someone eager to meet you" I said. Jeff looked down and dropped the joint in shock. "I'm not to sure he's welcome around these parts" he answered. "If you got to know him well you'd love him' I answered smiling. "I don't think I'm ready to take that course teacher" he said. "What a shame. You've got the potential to be my beststudent." We both started laughing from this mind game, and lay down to sunbathe on a warm boulder. I got up for a snack, and looked down at Jeff. He was laying on his stomach. I got incredibly horny looking at that creamy white ass. I racked my brain for a way to get my my hands on him, so I could drive him wild and tease him into submission. Then it hit me, sunscreen! I ran to my knapsack.

When I got back with the tube, I told Jeff about the danger of radiation, and that I'd better put some sunscreen on his butt. I knelt down between his thighs, and spilled some lotion on each cheek. Jeff barely stirred, and murmurred contentedly when I began to spread the lotion around with my hands. I palmed his firm buns, squeezing and stroking them more firmly. I spread them apart, and my cock started to throb as I took in his hairless crack, and tight little anus.I bent over and ran my tongue up and down his crack, and then under his ass to his balls. Jeff twitched and shifted from my tongueing. As I continued licking his balls, I began to press my thumbs around his anus. Then I took my forefinger and pressed it in to the first knuckle.

How hard he tightened down on it! I continued licking Jeff's balls till the pressure on my finger eased and then started twisting it around. Jeff groaned. I felt more pressure on my finger, but slowly worked it in and around. When I really started working him good, he began to move his ass against my finger, and I knew he was prepared for something much bigger. I would have liked to raise Jeff up on his knees for a better angle to enter him, but he was lying there passively, and moving him could ruin everything. I poured the lotion on my cock and chuckled to myself that I didn't have to worry about radiation where I was going. I lay on his back pinning his arms to his sides with mine. I had him between a rock and a hard place! Jeff stiffened when he felt my big cock pressing against his anus. I rocked back and forth, each time with a little more pressure. It felt wonderful to feel my cockhead stretching him open. Finally his anus gave way, and I was in. I stopped moving savoring the tightness around my cockhead. I pulled out, letting Jeff rest, and then went back in a little deeper.

Slowly I went in and out, always a little bit farther, always stopping to enjoy the incredible tightness around my cock. Finally I was all the way in, and I rolled my hips around, trying to hit that sweet spot deep up Jeff's ass. As I felt my balls tighten, I made one final thrust, determined that Jeff would get all of my cock, as I filled his bowels with my cum. Here we were in the shower together, the end of a glorious day. He was still reluctant to touch me, so I did the lathering for both of us. In no time both our cocks were at attention. I wanted more of that tight ass so I moved around behind him. I knew all I had to do was touch his balls, and that ass was mine, and very quickly with one hand around his chest and one hand hefting his balls, I was moving up into him. I began to work his cock, which made the pressure on my cock even tighter.

When Jeff startled wiggling around, I just leaned back against the shower wall, pulling and twisting his cock, and let him dance around on mine. When he really started moving against my cock, I opened the shower door, grabbed his hips and pushed his head forward, and started fucking him hard. The slapping sound of my wet hips on Jeff's wet ass, and his cries, made me pump him still faster. He screamed out, "I'm cumming!" and I went over the edge. We lay on the floor gasping. The week shot by. Jeff's cock was constantly against my throat, and my cock was constantly up his ass.

The last night, we were standing naked before the fire and I engaged him in a little follow-the-leader. We got to the point of fondling each other. But when I got up from kneeling down and briefly tasting him, he looked at me and said softly, "I just can't" The next morning, I told him the place was all his for his second week ifhe wanted it, that we had shared a lot of ourselves emotionally, and of course physically, and that I trusted him. I gave him my LA phone number, telling him what we did can end right here, but that I'd always like to see him in any capacity. "I'll keep this" he said in a voice full of emotion. We hugged and said goodby.

I used to live in Budapest, Hungary, and I hung out along the Danube where there were lots of sexy young straight Romanians I liked to pay to have sex. They'd charge me about 30 dollars or so, and I'd give them blow jobs or even have them fuck me occasionally. These guys were almost all straight. (I once had gay sex with one, but that was a disappointment.) I liked the fact they were straight! And they were from across the Hungarian-Romanian border, so I guess they felt free to do this prostitution, plus I'm sure they needed the money!

I always felt bad about that, but I also always paid them more than the going rate, so they were always thankful. I've written another story about another episode, but this one was probably the hottest time. I had already blown one of the guys, Daniel, before that day, and we had agreed to meet for another session. Well, I arrived and his best friend, Tomas, whom I had met but never done anything with, was waiting for me and he told me that Daniel was at the train station, another hang out for these guys. So we drove over to the station and Tomas told me to wait and he'd go find Daniel. It took forever. I was getting ready to give up, when Tomas came up with Daniel and another guy.

They introduced him as Romeo, which seemed highly unlikely, but what do I know? All three guys were about 18 or 19, cute, and sexy. I was really nervous about three at once. I thought, "This is a big mistake!" But after a minute I decided to let them all in the car. We drove up to my apartment and I poured them whiskey, which all these guys love, and I got out cigarettes. I don't smoke, and I hate cigarette smoke, but when these young hustlers smoke, it really turns me on. They wanted to eat something, so I ordered a big pizza. We watched a porn movie while we waited. I had lots of straight porn for all the many hustlers to watch. They all saw I had gay porn too in my collection, but they never wanted to look at it (except that one time I mentioned), so I figured they must really be into girls, which is a total turn on for me. So finally the pizza came. They were getting a little drunk, and they were really hungry.

We kept watching the porn movie while they ate. I got out some cola to drink with the pizza, and then after they finished eating, they each wanted to take a shower. I said, "Great!" and got each a clean towel. They talked a lot in Romanian to each other the whole time. Romeo spoke a little with me in Hungarian, which I understood, and Tomas spoke some English, but Daniel only knew a few words of English. Later I figured out that they wanted me to pay all of them for sex, and they were discussing how to pull it off. They each came back from the shower wearing jeans, but no shirt,the cutest face, Tomas was short, but I later found out he had the biggest dick (not huge, but bigger than the others, who were average) and "Romeo" (?) had the nicest body. They all had dark brown hair.

They were pleasant guys, polite and kind, always thinking of nice things to say. They were joking around and laughing a lot, especially after drinking. What really turned me on was the way they'd discuss the porn movie in Romanian. Finally, they were all finished with the showers and we were watching our second porn movie. I asked Daniel if he wanted to earn some money in the other room. Tomas, the only one who spoke English, translated. Daniel said yes, but not yet. Then Romeo said something in Romanian, and Tomas said to me, "Romeo says he is very horny." I got excited. It hadn't occurred to me until that moment that they all wanted to make money! I said, "Does he want a blow job?" Tomas asked Romeo my question, and he said something in Romanian. Tomas said, "Yes, he does, but he wants money. I'm horny too." I got so excited.

Three guys at once! I was afraid, though, because you heard stories about these guys stealing from, or even killing, their tricks. I said, "Well, I only have 9 thousand forints. I could give each of you 3." At that time, in 1993, that was about 30 dollars each, I think. The rates have changed a lot, but I think that was about it. Tomas translated to the others and they were all enthusiastic. I went to the other room and got the money. I gave it to them. They kept watching the movie, and then slowly I reached out and played with Tomas’ crotch. He looked a bit embarrassed, so I started playing with the other guys too.

They just kept looking at the movie. I slowly unzipped them one by one, and they helped by standing briefly to pull off their jeans. They all wore old ragged bikini style shorts. I played with them through the shorts, then I pulled down their shorts. I'd already sucked Daniel's dick before. He was such a cute guy, with a great smile and a very sweet personality, but his dick was just average. Romeo had an average sized dick but he had nice muscles, especially his chest. They all had nice abs. The big surprise was Tomas, who wasn't handsome at all, short, average built, but a nice big dick. He smiled when I said, "Wow! It's big." I started sucking them one by one.

They stroked themselves, which I didn't want because I wanted to make it last, but it was all over much too soon. Tomas was the first to cum. I know it's not safe, but I drank his cum. Then I told Tomas to tell the other guys that I wanted to drink their cum too. He translated and they nodded. Next to cum, about 5 minutes later, was Romeo. He told Tomas to tell me to get my mouth ready, so I put his dick deep in my mouth and he shot his load down my throat. Then I think Daniel felt embarrassed to be the last one still going. So he hurried himself along with his hand, and then shot his load in my mouth. They all got dressed and Romeo asked, "Ki volt a legjobb?" "Who was the best?" I said they were all studs, and I loved sucking all of them. I did say that Daniel's cum tasted the best, almost sweet. They thought that was interesting and a little funny. I gave them each ten dollars in US money, and I gave them each a few packs of cigarettes, too. I liked to give these guys as much as possible. Anyway, I never saw Romeo again, although I did see Tomas and Daniel a few more times.

It was 1997, and I was a horny 21 year old living in the rural midwest. I had dated some, off and on throughout high school and after, but had never been a real "operator", like so many of my friends, and had lost my virginity in the summer after graduating. And in the 3 years since, my sex life had only been mediocre; never enough to even begin to satisfy my cravings. I have been a fairly open-minded guy all my life, but gay sex quite simply had never really interested me, which is to say that I just never really thought about it. At the time, I had never had the need to travel much outside the county I'd been born and raised in. I wasn't exactly a "hick", by any means, but I certainly wasn't well-travelled.

My brother's wife had been raised in Milwaukee, about 3 hours away by car, and one day it became neccessary for me to make the trip to pick up an old table which her grandmother was giving her. About a half-hour outside the city, I passed an adult bookstore on the highway, the first I had ever seen, and as I continued on my way, I started thinking that I should stop and "check it out" on my return trip, and so about 2 hours later I found myself pulling into the parking lot with a rapidly growing anticipation and the beginnings of an erection. Inside the store, my excitement mounted quickly as I browsed the magazine racks, paying particular attention to those featuring a woman giving head on the cover. After a while, sporting a full-blown hardon I ventured to the back of the store where I discovered the entrance to the peep-show booths. In short order, I had secured a pocket full of quarters and made my way into the darkened corridor, where dim red lights indicated that about half of the booths were in use. I selected an empty booth on the end and entered, locking the door behind me. At that time, video booths were still several years in the future.

Instead, these booths each contained 2 coin mechanisms which operated individual 8mm movie projectors which ran silent movies on a continual loop. The movies each ran about 12-15 minutes long, requiring 3 or 4 quarters to get all the way through. The empty boxes from the movie reels were posted above the door of the booth, but I had not noticed this in the dark, so I had no idea what I would see when I deposited my change in the slot. Another feature which I failed to see at first was a hole in the wall of the booth, about 4 inches wide and right at cock level. I sat down and dropped my first coin into the box marked "A". The projector started whirring, and I was pleasantly shocked to see the moving image of a busty blonde inhaling a large erect cock, projected onto the closed door. I was entranced, and as the film clattered on, my hand stole to my zipper and fished my engorged organ out of my jeans. As the movie rolled, I slowly and steadily stroked my throbbing cock, rivulets of precum flowing down the shaft. When the first film had run through to the point I had started viewing and stopped, I quickly stuffed another coin into the box marked "B". Before the images appeared, my hot erection was once more gripped in my sweaty hand.

But when the movie started, I was shocked to see another blowjob in progress, this one skillfully administered my a muscular, and thoroughly naked young man. I was startled at first, and unsure what to do, but as the film rolled on, I realized that I was still stroking a cock which was, if anything, harder than ever. Apparently, I had begun very near to the end of the movie, but as the screen flickered and the film started over, I was definitely too intrigued to leave. The first few minutes of those 8mm "shorts" were all predictably uneventful, as the director attempted to set up a plot of sorts, so as the story began I took a moment to examine further my surroundings, and that's when I first noticed the hole. Like almost every other event of the past 20 minutes, this discovery took me quite by surprise. It was immediately obvious that the hole allowed viewing into the next booth, but it really didn't occur to me that it might serve any other purpose. Summoning my courage, I finally leaned over and took a quick peek through the portal. In the next booth, a slender man of indeterminable age was stroking an organ of average size as he watched the screen.

A minute later, I gave in to the pressing desire to look again, and was once again shocked to see the man kneeling with his back to me, his head bobbing frantically at what was obviously a similar hole into the booth opposite mine. I watched in rapt wonder as the tempo continued, totally oblivious to the fact that I was easily spotted should the cocksucker next door turn his head. I have no idea how long it went on, but finally the man drew back from the hole, and I could plainy see the cock he'd been working on as it erupted torrents of cum, milked by the man's hand. As the occupant next door squeezed the final drops of cum from the softening organ and moved to take his seat, I quickly pulled away from the hole and fumbled to stuff my throbbing hardon back into my pans. My film had ended several minutes earlier, and I now became anxious that he would realize I'd been watching. I made a hasty retreat from the booth, and then the store. A minute later I was back on the highway, replaying the scene I'd witnessed over and over in my mind. For the next two weeks, I could hardly think of anything other than the lewd act I'd watched in the bookstore. I found myself thinking about it, picturing it in my mind as I worked. And soon I was stealing away to the bathroom to jerk off as I daydreamed about it, sometimes 2 or 3 times a day, and finally I was editing the scene, fantasizing that it was me kneeling before the cock in the next booth. Afterwards, I always felt ashamed and dirty for my thoughts, but the shame never lasted, as my lust escalated once again. Eventually, I realized that I had no choice but to return to the bookstore. So on a Saturday morning more than 2 weeks after my initial visit, I departed once more for the city.

scheduled my day to allow as much time as possible in the bookstore. I even stopped at a bank for a roll of quarters, just in case. Entering the store again, I was absolutely giddy with nervous anticipation. I headed straight for the back, and was disappointed to find that only one booth was occupied. I immediately selected the second booth from the end, which by now had become to me the "cocksucking booth." Bolting the door, I started the film, unzipped my jeans, and waited. Again, one movie was "straight" and the other was gay. I had almost finished watching the second film, my anxious cock swelling in my hand, and was beginning to think that the visit would be otherwise uneventful, when I heard the door to the end booth open and close, and the movie projector clatter to life. I waited a minute, maybe two, in nervous anticipation. It occurred to me that I might lose my nerve and leave, but finally I threw caution to the wind and went for it. It was now or never.

Quietly, I left my seat and knelt on the floor, a good foot or so back from the hole, and cautiously peered into the adjoining booth. And there, seated where I had been two weeks before, was a husky, "truck driver" looking man, slowly stroking a hard, thick cock that appeared to be over 8 inches in length. Slowly, I moved closer to the hole, not at all sure what to do next. And then it began. The figure rose from his seat and casually stood before the hole, his erect organ pointed straight at it, perhaps 6 inches away. It was obvious that he was aware of my presence, and was waiting for a sign of my intentions. I moved closer, until my mouth was only an inch from the opening, and parted my lips. I waited. I was, by this point, literally shaking in anticipation, when suddenly I saw the dark, swollen tip of the cock-head ease through the hole. I swallowed quickly, licked my dry lips, then moved toward it, till finally the silky smooth skin of the engorged organ brushed my lips.

If only I could describe the feeling, the sensation of that first touch. I had thought about and fantasized about this moment for two weeks, and now it was mine! Summoning all the restraint I could find, I proceeded deliberately to fulfill my desire. Pursing my lips, I slowly sucked the hot head of the cock into my mouth. Gently, lovingly I flicked my tongue at the hole, and tasted the salty precum which had begun to ooze out. My tongue began to move, seemingly of its own will, caressing the engorged head with wet, swirling strokes. Apparently this pleased the owner of my prize, as he slowly but firmly began pushing his cock towards me. And in the dim light of the booth, I watched with ever-mounting lust as the full length of the organ appeared before me. As I worked over the cock-head with my hungry mouth, I could now plainly see the swollen veins beneath the satin skin of the thick, pulsating shaft, and my desire continued to find new heights. It was readily apparent that my anonymous partner wished me to take more of his throbbing cock into my mouth, and I was more than willing to oblige.

Using care not to scrape the sensitive flesh with my teeth, I pulled away, letting my lips slip back over the head till I was merely kissing the very tip. I sucked once, harder this time, at the dripping hole and was rewarded with a pleasing stream of warm precum. Then, with the care and deliberation I had practiced repeatedly in my dreams, I spread my lips wide over my teeth and pushed forward, playing my tongue along the sensitive underside of the smoldering organ as I took first the head, then one inch, two and more into my ravenous mouth, and beyond. With my eyes wide open, I watched, transfixed, as the thick cock slowly disappeared into my mouth. And when I felt the swollen head begin to push against the back of my throat, I conciously willed my muscles to relax, to accept this wonderful offerring.

For a moment, maybe two, it seemed as if I would fail, that the organ simply wouldn't fit within the deep confines of my throat, but then it pushed on, and I watched in wonder as the dark tangle of pubic hair grew closer and closer until, finally, my nose came to rest pushed snugly against it. My mouth and throat were stuffed as I never would have believed possible, but I was smugly pleased to find that I could breath through my nose well enough, and I took a few moments to savor the warm, musky aroma wafting up from the nest of curls. There was precious little room for it, but somehow I managed to slide my tongue a bit along the base of the pulsating shaft, and I was rewarded with a twitch in response. It seemed as if I could spend all day with my prize lodged securely in my throat, but I had work to do, and I was looking forward to it immensely.

Gently, I began to back off of the hot organ. As I withdrew, I delighted in the feeling of the pulsing veins against my lips, and I began to work my tongue along the shaft faster and faster. The owner of the swollen tool began to squirm, which encouraged me to be more aggressive; where I had begun as a submissive servant to the needs of this wonderful hardon, I was now becoming its master. It needed, desperately to be satisfied, and that was now within my control. There was no doubt, however, that in the end there would be no loser. With just the hot, turgid head once again within my sucking mouth, it occurred to me that my hands were free to roam, and beneath the pulsing shaft two heavy balls hung within their sac.

My left hand cupped the lusty orbs, massaging them gently. Peering around the edges of the cock in my mouth, I could see that they did not hang near as low as they did when first they appeared through the hole in the wall, and even as I noted this, I could feel them rise higher still, until they practically hugged the organ which now was throbbing steadily. With my tongue I lapped hungrily at the steady stream of precum oozing from the tip of my rampant prize. Then, with a conscious effort, I bobbed my head forward, impaling myself on the swollen tool, all the way down till the head was buried deep within my throat, then just as quickly I retreated, my pursed lips sucking at the shaft and my teeth grazing, lightly and deliberately, over the ridge around the head.

The body connected to the organ began bucking against the plywood partition, anxious now beyond control to loose his heavy load. Again I sucked at the tip, harder than before, whipping my tongue wildly about the head, which had grown darker and fuller still as though it were about to burst. And again I drove forward, fucking the inflamed cock with my mouth, kneeding the molten shaft with my lips, and stroking the swollen balls with my hand. The feel, the taste and smell of the lurid act had me in a frenzy, as my own hard cock hung between my trembling thighs, throbbing and dripping. I had a tempo going now, bobbing my head, sucking this magnificent cock with long, feverish strokes, the friction of my lips coaxing the impending eruption nearer and nearer, until finally, inevitably, it began. My lips were nestled deep within the tangled nest of sweaty hair when I felt the first hard pulse, and as the body beyond the hole slammed against the wall, I quickly backed off, wrapping my lips firmly about the shaft just below the head. And as I flicked my hungry tongue against the tip, the organ jerked violently, once, twice and the first spurt of hot cum boiled from the spasming cock into my waiting mouth, splashing against my tongue.

Quickly then, the second spurt followed and the third, almost as one steady stream, the delicious salty semen shot from the fountain of twitching flesh, filling my mouth to overflowing, the creamy white nectar oozing out the corners of my mouth as I continued to lap and suck. And then, finally, the throbbing subsided and the flowing cum slowed to a dribble, and giving the drained balls a final, gentle squeeze, I pulled my lips from the cock which was beginning to soften, growing heavy in my hand, I savored the feel and taste of the cum in my mouth for just a moment, then swallowed my generous reward. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this story, a true account of my initiation to male/male sex. Watch for future chapters, in which I will offer additional details of my long-standing affair with The GloryHole.

I offer this freely to all adults who may find enjoyment in he reading, but if anyone is willing to provide me with Login Names and Passwords to Gay Web Sites, I would very much appreciate it. Any data sent to me will be held in strict confidence, and not distributed elsewhere. Thank You. As with "The GloryHole: Part 1, My First Time", this is a true account of my personal experiences. In Part1, I described my initiation into the world of male/male sex, via the anonymity and freedom of the bookstore "gloryhole". It was 1979, I was single and previously "straight", living in the upper midwest, about 3 hours from Milwaukee, when I encountered my first adult bookstore about 30 minutes away from that city.

AIDS was several years in the future yet, as were the ubiquitous "video booths" of today. Peep-show booths ran 8mm silent films instead. Now that you know the background, I hope you enjoy reading about my early experiences, following my initiation. PART 2: Further Adventures For several days after my first taste of cock at the bookstore, I was in considerable turmoil. On one hand, my middle-class rural up-bringing made me feel "dirty" and disgusted with what I had done. But on the other hand, I couldn't stop thinking about it, especially as I lay in bed at night. I continually pondered all the details; the sights and sounds, the smells and tastes and most of all, the way it felt to suck cock. It frequented my dreams, and one morning I even woke up to find my sheets soaked with cum: my first and only wet-dream. Still, there was the stigma of being "a fag". Bi-sexuality was mostly unheard of at the time, and although I remained very much attracted to women, I guess I believed that my homosexual desires made me just plain queer. As we all know, however, absence, and abstinence, make the heart grow fonder or, in this case, hornier. And by the end of the week, I had already decided to make another Saturday pilgrimmage to "GloryHole Mecca".

Arriving at the bookstore around mid-afternoon Saturday, my feelings of guilt had me convinced that the store owner, who had been working during my last visit, had silently judged me as a faggot. But when I approached him for change for the peep-shows, he smiled warmly and told me to enjoy myself. Once in back, I found that all but one booth was occupied, which I should have suspected by the crowded parking lot. Entering the available booth, I quickly realized that this booth had no holes. Not knowing what else to do, I seated myself and started watching the movies. It wasn't long, though, before I heard other booth doors opening and people moving about. That's when I began to understand that, because each booth ran 2 seperate movies, and short ones at that, few viewers would stay long in any given booth, and it was perfectly natural to move from one booth to another. Soon, I found myself in a new booth, near the middle of the row of 12. This booth, like the one I'd been in the previous week, had holes in both side-walls, roughly 4 inches in diameter.

I'd noticed as I entered that the red "occupied" lights were lit above the doors on either side. This posed another interesting situation, as the last time only one adjoining booth had been in use. All I could do was go in and see what happened. Shortly after the first film started, I glanced at both holes and decided to investigate the left one first. A quick peek showed me a non-descript man watching a movie with his hands in his pockets and his pants zipped, so I took a furtive look into the booth on the right, where I saw a youngish looking man doing the same thing with the booth on his right. I resumed my seat, and after a couple minutes I decided to check again. This time, the man was facing the screen, standing to one side (mine) so as not to block the projected movie.

He had his cock out of his jeans and was slowly stroking the mostly soft organ as he focused his full attention on the movie. Looking beyond him, I could see through the hole opposite me that the other booth was black inside, so no movie was running. Staying well back from the hole, I could watch the man fondle his cock without being seen...or so I thought. Opening my pants, I freed my gradually thickening member and continued to watch the masturbation in the next booth. Although the occupant continued his stroking, his cock showed no signs of getting any harder.

I was intrigued, and as I watched I found myself speculating about how a flaccid cock would feel in my mouth. I was to find out shortly. After several minutes of this voyeurism, I suddenly realized that the man I was watching had been very slowly moving closer to the hole, turning slightly as well, and before I knew it, he was leaning against the partition with his still-soft member sort of half-pointing toward the hole. Inexperienced as I still was, I really wasn't sure what to make of this. Was he extending a subtle invitation? Or was he merely leaning for comfort's sake? Finally, I decided that, if he was presenting an offer, he would be aware of my position, but if he wasn't, his location near the hole meant he was unaware of my silent surveillance. So, I slowly inched closer to the opening, just enough so that a vigilant potential partner would notice the move and ionterpret it for what it was: a "counter-offer." Sure enough, as soon as I moved, the guy turned toward the wall, presenting his cock before the hole in such a way that there could be no mistaking his desire. He was in the mood to get a blowjob, and I was the lucky man.

On impulse, I used a gesture which I would later learn is rather universal gloryhole code, putting just the tip of a finger on the bottom of the opening. It had the desired effect, as the flaccid organ advanced to, and through the hole before me. My impulses seemed to be working, so I followed my next one and gently took the spongy, dark tan head between my thumb and finger, massaging the cock which was already showing signs of becoming engorged. Remembering my earlier curiosity about soft cocks, I decided to get this tool into my mouth before it got much thicker, but before I did, I made a quick appraisal of the equipment at my disposal. It appeared that when fully erect, my new plaything would be an inch, maybe two inches shorter than the 8 inch weapon I had devoured the week before, but it was also evident that this tool would expand to a much larger circumference than any cock I had seen before, even in the high school locker room where there were plenty to be seen.

And the balls...well, they were of average size, but they hung extremely low in their hairy scrotum. With no further delays, I opened my mouth and sucked the soft cock into my mouth, enjoying the pliability of the flesh in my hot orifice. Immediately, though, the nature of the organ began to change, as the shaft and plump head became rapidly engorged, filling my mouth so fast that for a moment, I worried that I might have made an awkward judgemental error. Stretching my jaws wider, though, relieved the problem, and soon I found myself attending to my second blowjob. Certain that I'd never be able to fit this massively thick cock down my throat, I concentrated on sucking and licking around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive area just behind and below the ridge. I began massaging his low-hung balls as I pulled back and took a moment to examine the object of my attentions.

Roughly 6 or 6 1/2 inches longer, this handsome tool was fully 7 inches around, and sported the remains of a minimal circumcision; a bit of loose skin just behind the head which kept the veins from being as pronounced as my first cock. The skin, including the head, was of a uniformly deep-tan color, which I found quite attractive, and a thick, short mat of extremely kinky black hair surrounded the base. But enough of that, I wanted this tool in my hot mouth, so I began by giving the whole fat head a good tongue-washing. At the tip, I found that the hole was also rather wide, and I spent a good amount of time licking at it with the tip of my tongue, relishing the precum which was beginning to flow.

Then, I opened wide and steadily devoured as much of the throbbing organ as I could get in my mouth, licking steadily at the sensitive underside all the while. When it became obvious that a good inch or two of the shaft would not fit into my mouth, I firmly grasped the base of the hot shaft in my right hand and began stroking, picking up the rythm with my lips so that I was keeping the entire cock stimulated. The balls in my grasp began to tighten and rise in their sac, as the man behind the wall grew increasingly aroused. Intermittantly, I would stop to suck hard at the tip or lap at the underside of the head. His precum was flowing steadily now, and I lasciviously smeared the salty fluid across my lips. I was stroking faster now, as the massive shaft throbbed insistantly in my sweaty grasp. I briefly took my mouth from the deliscious organ to lap wantonly at the heavy balls, but quickly returned to my sucking as a muffled moan emanated from the next booth.

A heavenly, musky aroma surrounded me as the desire mounted, and the steady throbbing of the hot cock became erratic and more intense. I pushed the tip of my tongue hard into the gaping slit and squeezed the swollen head with my wet lips, my hand now racing along the steely shaft as it twitched and jerked out of control. And then, the hot balls within my grasp contracted, quickly and hard. I could see the torso above the matted pubic hair straining against the hole, and the cock-head between my lips swelled even more. The firey organ pulsated in my hand and the first hot gush of creamy cum erupted from his balls. The tip of my tongue was pushed firmly against, almost into the cum-slit, as the blast of semen issued forth. The sticky cream squirted around the tip of my tongue, splattering against the roof of my mouth. As I kept up my feverish jerking on the throbbing shaft, I pursed my lips around the gushing hole and sucked, hard, at the pulsing flow of delicious cum which was filling my mouth, shooting down my throat. I lost myself in the sheer wanton lust of the moment, and I briefly wondered if I had also cum, the sensation was so intense. But then, finally, it was done. I carefully licked the softening organ clean, savoring the flavor of every laste drop, until the anonymous man behind the wall gently retrieved his satiated member from my embrace, tucked it safely away, and left the booth. For a minute I did nothing but revel in the waning excitement. I found that this was, and always will be, a somewhat difficult phase of my newfound passion, because unlike the recipients of my attentions, whose lust naturally faded with the culmination of their desire, I was left alone at the pinnacle of my excitement.

The other day I had to pick up a special order at a store in another town. In order to save sometime I took the toll way. As you probably had happen to you as soon as I got on the road I had to take a piss. The next rest area was 10 miles and there was no exit until after the rest area. I just squeezed my muscles and held it till I got to the rest area. When I pulled into the rest area I made a beeline to the men's room and made it to the urinal just in time. What a relief it was to let it flow. While I was standing there letting loose a guy walked in to do the same. He was about 6' tall lean with black wavy hair, dark eyes, nice smile, dressed in tight black jeans, cowboy boots and a denim shirt.

He was a total hunk. We finished at the same time and while washing our hands started some casual conversation. I found out that His name was Kevin and was an interstate truck driver. On the way from California to New York. He had to stop and relieve himself, as well as take a required rest for his logbook. I told him that I had never seen the inside of a sleeper cab and asked him what they were like inside. He told me they were like a home away from home. Complete with stereo, TV and VCR. He had a collection of films that he liked to look at while resting. Kevin asked me if I had some extra time and would like to see the inside of his sleeper cab. I told him that I did. We walked to the far end of the large parking lot away from all of the other cars and trucks.

He said that he likes to park away from traffic so that it is a little quieter. What a rig he had. Dark Blue and white with lots of shiny chrome and running lights. It was high off the ground and a climb to enter. Once inside the access to the sleeper area was through the driver cab area with a sliding door between. He threw some switches and the inside was lit with low lighting. There were two seats and a table between and a fold down bed that covered the table and seating. There was a cabinet with all of the electronics built in as well as reading lamp. It was very plush. It was quite and relaxing. Kevin asked me if I wanted something to drink, as there was a small refrigerator also. I told him a Coke would be fine. A quick tour of the cab and how everything worked was interesting. We drank our Cokes and talked about our selves to get to know each other. The cab and sleeper were getting warm as it was warm outside and the air conditioning was not turned on.

We were generating a lot of body heat and his man scent was getting me aroused. I could tell it was the same for him as I could see his cock was starting to stir in those tight jeans. I asked him what types of films he had for his VCR. My eyes popped wide when I saw the titles. Switch Hitters, Man Country, Boys Night Out and others, but all Gay Porn. Kevin asked if I was interested in seeing any and told him to pick his favorite to show me. It was called Black Knight. It was about a guy on a black and chrome motorcycle all dressed in black leather. He drove down the highway meeting guys and having sexual encounters along the way. Very erotic and arousing. As the video played Kevin took off his shirt to cool off. He had a nice well-defined chest with dark chest hair, large erect nipples and tight abs. He told me I could get comfortable if I wanted to. I took off my shirt and shoes then asked kevin if I could help him take off his boots.

That done we started to kiss passionately and feel each other's chest and back. Soon he was undoing my jeans and I did the same for him. We were now naked. I explored his body feeling him all over. He was nibbling on my nipples and feeling my tight hot ass. His cock was a good 7 inches uncut and semi thick nice vains ran up and down the long shaft and a lot of skin covering the large mushroom head. A neat trimmed bush and shaved balls and cock. His body was covered with a light coat of black hair. He was a total HUNK. We went side by side doing 69. His cock was hard and erect, balls were hanging loosely from all of the heat I took his cock in my mouth and sucked the head and licked the shaft he then pushed my face down and started to fuck my mouth. His cock was so hot and hard. I grabbed his ass cheeks and held them tight as I sucked his cock deep down my throat.

My tongue entered the foreskin and tasted his precum that had collected inside. I took his cock and pushed the skin back to see what the rest of it looked like. God it was the best looking cock I had ever seen or sucked. I suckedKevin's rod till it wasdeep down my throat and his balls were slapping against my chin. As he withdrew his cock I sucked his foreskin back into my mouth. Man I love all that skin. He was sucking my balls and licking between my legs. Soon his tongue was between my ass cheeks and he was eating out my ass. It was so good to feel his stiff tongue at my ass hole.

Trying to enter and play at the same time. We did 69 for a long time. Bringing each other to the edge, but not over the top. My balls were swollen with a huge load of cum waiting to be released. We then switched to kissing and stroking. It was so hot now that I was dripping with sweat, as was Kevin. EMMMM it was so nice. Soon he was on his back and I sat over him spreading my ass wide over his stiff hot throbbing cock. I lowered myself till his cock head touched my love hole. Slowly I applied pressure till his cock started to slip inside me. It was so hot. I soon had all of his cock inside me as I rocked back and forth letting his cock slide in and out. We both moaned with pleasure.

He was playing with my cock and nipples and I continued to hump his cock. He was close to shooting his load and asked me to stop so that he could wait for me. With that he slid out of my ass and raised his legs high and wide inviting me to now do the same to him. It did not take long before I was inside his hot tight ass fucking it hard and rough. That was the way he wanted it. I was getting close to cumming. I withdrew and we then stroked each other till we came together shooting cum all over each other. We both had huge loads of cum to shoot. Kevin and I then laid down and held each other watching another film until our cocks started to get hard and started all over. We sucked and fucked for another hour. I then got dressed. We telephone numbers. The next time he was passing through we are going to meet at the rest stop again. That will be another story.

I lived in one of America's most famous or infamous military towns. It lies remotely in the northeastern part of Maryland, and was the haven for most of my more sordid adventures. Living less than a half mile from the gate of the military installation made for wonderful jerk off fantasies, and some nice eye candy when on base. The base is a testing ground, and educational institution as well. Soldiers from all over the country come to learn, and most are just out of high school. I often fantasized about those young soldiers and all the pent of sexual frustration, and how I could help to alleviate all the young cum. I was aware that many of the young soldiers would walk from base into town to party in the local bars.

Drunk, young, and horny, they would stumble back through the dark streets of town. I often walked those streets looking, hoping, and usually finding dick. I have always been insatiable where men are concerned, and as a young man myself, I tried all possible avenues. It was innocent enough, and those who knew what to look for, were more than happy to make my evening. As I noticed the usual migration of soldiers one Saturday night, I got bold enough to approach two that seemed "friendly". By that I mean drunk, and hot looking.

They both had the requisite haircuts, which today drive me nuts, and their tight bodies fit well into their jeans and t-shirts. I had noticed them earlier, and as they approached I began my plan. I concocted a story that my older sister (I don't have one) was doing a masters thesis on the sexual orientations of the general public. This was during the period of time that gay rights was at an upsurge, and the speculations as to our numbers was in the forefront of everyone's mind. I knew there were gays in the military, because I had sex with many of America's finest. Being an Army brat afforded me some security, and entrance into the inner sanctums. Sometimes locker rooms, sometimes barracks showers, almost anywhere, but those are other stories. These two guys were laughing and joking, and from what I could hear, talking about some bitch that led them on, and then would not give out.

Typical in my opinion, but then again I wanted those two. I followed behind them for a short while, I guess they noticed me, because they stopped dead in their tracks, and confronted me. I put on my best shy routine, and explained my little story to them. Now, realizing that it is late at night, in a dark area, and these guys conceivably were straight, and drunk, I was putting my life in their hands. Fortunately for me this routine had only backfired once before and I escaped that easily. Now I guess I need to explain what attracted me to these guys. Primary attraction was the uniform thing. Even in jeans a military man looks like a military man. Secondly they look liked bookends.

Both tall, and one was brunette, while the other blonde. They both had broad shoulders, stocky builds, and asses to die for. I am a real ass man, and can savor a hot ass for hours. They quickly sized me up. Then decided they knew what I was really after. The blonde boldly asked, "So you are looking for some dick to suck aren't you?" I looked him dead in the eye and answered, "yes, and anything else you care to let me have". A bold move I admit, but it worked. They said they were both interested and where did I have in mind. The area had many dark alleys, and other areas, but my favorite was behind the elementary school where there were no lights, its far from the road, and there are small walls to hide behind. I led them both down, and then proceeded to work my magic. At this point the two soldiers were ready to get their nuts and weren't too picky as to how.

The blonde seemed to be the leader as he was the first to drop trou. "Suck it faggot!" was his first command. I quickly got down on my knees, took his hard 7" into my mouth and proceeded to lick that shaft. I deep throated it a couple of times to show the stud my talent. His friend stood close by and was stroking his cock watching me. "Man this guy really loves dick!" the brunette whispered. "Yeah dude, he really has my rod dancing on his tongue." The brunette was all into having me slick up his monster too and forced his way into my mouth. The blonde stayed momentarily and let me attempt both dicks in my mouth. The brunette pulled back and still stroking asked, "So what else does this little fag like to do?" I looked him dead in the eye and said that I loved to lick funky ass, and I loved to be fucked too.

He immediately smiled and turned around, exposed his ass to me and spread his cheeks. "Go ahead, clean out my hole, just took a shit not long ago". His ass was a bit funky, but not messy, and it had the ripe smell of a man. I quickly buried my face between his muscled mounds, and tongued his hole. He groaned instinctively, and wiggled his ass further onto my face. His friend in the mean time had maneuvered his way around behind me and was undoing my pants. I stood up to help him and kept tongue fucking the other soldier's ass. My pants were then slipped down past my hips, and to my ankles. The blonde then unceremoniously spit in his hands, spread his spit on my hole, then aimed his cock and pushed.

The head slid past my ring and popped into my hole easily, but the intrusion still sent a few waves of pain through my body. I relaxed and kept concentrating on the delicious hole at my mouth, and soon felt the blonde slip in deeper. The brunette was more than curious as to why I was moaning, and turned around to present his dripping cock to me. He was seriously getting off on watching his buddy plow my hole. "Yeah, man fuck his hole, fuck him hard". He kept fucking my mouth and soon found his buddies rhythm. There I was bent over a soldier at my ass, and one in my mouth, behind the elementary school. I have always liked public, and anonymous sex, so this was a fantasy come true.

The blonde kept his litany of "Fucks, Damns, and holy shits" coming as he assaulted my hole. I was in heaven. I could feel his balls start to tighten up to his body as he slam fucked me, and I could tell he was about to cum. His buddy on the other had was far from there, and was just waiting for his turn. Finally the blonde shuttered and slammed his cock deep into my hole. I could feel shot after shot of his cum in my ass. As he was about to finish he pulled out quickly and asked if his buddy wanted some. "Damn straight I do, so why don't you have this cocksucker clean your dick while I am at it." That was fine with me. The two studs changed positions, and as I sucked the ass juices and cum from the blonde, the brunette pummeled my hole but royal. Not easing into it, no mercy.

He shoved his thick 6" cock deep into my ass. He gripped my hips and immediately started a fast paced fuck. "Here fa! ggot, you wanted my hard cock up your ass, you wanted our cum in you, and I am going to fuck it into you deep, treat you like the whore you are" Well if he was trying to humiliate me, it wasn't working. I knew I wanted their cocks, graved them fucking me, and needed their cum inside me. He was only doing what I wanted. The blonde let me suck his cock clean, and as it slowly deflated, then pulled out and packed it back in. The brunette was not quiet finished but I knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He strokes were getting faster, his breathing shallow, and I knew he was about to blow.

With a load groan, and OH FUCK, he unloaded his ball juice deep into my now sloppy hole. He continued to fuck his tool into my ass until all his seed was planted. He then pulled out and demanded the same cleaning service his buddy got. I was more than happy to comply. I tongue swabbed that tool completely clean, tasting the combination of both their loads, and my ass on his cock. When I finished they both thanked me and left. They did say they would spread the word and that I probably wouldn't need to use that phony story much longer, and they were right.