Back in my youth, you didn't come out and admit that you were gay, at least not in a small town in central Ohio. When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men.
Talk about culture shock!
I found a small apartment that I could afford, and a job that kept me just above the poverty scale. I was trying to be an actor back then, so I didn't have a lot of money, but I was happy for the first time. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
Sometime about then, I got a new neighbor, Sam. Sam was 20, had a long, droopy mustache, and had an ass that looked wonderful in the tight jeans he always wore. Sam moved into the apartment next to mine. Though Sam's grandparents had come from China, Sam was as American as any of us.
As soon as I saw him, I got the hots, and I mean I got them bad. Sam was me about six months earlier. He had stayed in his small town in Texas for two years of junior college, then headed for LA to become a screenwriter. I had a pretty good idea that Sam was gay, but he wasn't about to admit it when I cautiously came on to him in a friendly, joking manner.
I decided that it was my duty to introduce Sam to the joys of the new, open gay life-style of Los Angeles. I started hanging around with Sam, eating lunch and taking in some of the free concerts with him. I even took Sam to my favorite bookstore, a place with a yellow sign out front and a nice, dark series of quarter booths in the back behind a beaded curtain.
When Sam first slipped through that beaded barrier, I could see the interest in his eyes. Rows of guys were standing around, some of them were the usual trolls you find hanging out in glory-hole-booths, and some were young guys like Sam and me who were just looking to get off. They checked us out as we made the rounds. I told Sam about the booths and the fact that the gay section was in the last row.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
I had finished my exams after my second year at college the day before, and felt well pleased with myself. I decided to spend what little money I had left on a trip to the nearest beach, mainly just to watch some of the cute ass out there. So there I was a slightly disheveled figure waiting for a train.
There were 12 of us altogether, mom, dad, 6 boys and 4 girls. Both mom and dad worked hard to keep us well fed, comfortably housed and properly clothed, but there wasn't a whole lot left over to put aside for college educations. That wasn't enough to pay for four years, but it was a start. With student loans, grants and a work-study program it would be enough. Sure I knew I was gay.
A few cars are parked in a narrow lot opposite a wide expanse of lawn that needs water badly--the drought is felt here because of neglect. Beyond the dying grass, the hills of the great park rise abruptly into the blue blue of the Southern California sky. A lone figure is standing at the head of a well trod trail smoking and watching.
I went to an adult bookstore in town to check out some magazines. When I got there, I saw they had preview booths so I went to check it out. They had a rack of movies that was being shown on each channel so I was standing there looking at them to see what I would watch. An older gentlemen (50s) came up to me and asked if I wanted to watch a movie with him. I agreed it was very hot.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
I was the guy who had the dick everyone sucked through the glory hole. I'd start getting a hardon after work on Friday night because I entertained thoughts of the weekend I would spend at the baths.
I am 24 years old and live in a pretty small city in the northwest US. I have blond hair, blue eyes. I am 6'0 and about 170lbs. Oh, did I mention I have a decent cock? Now I know most people exaggerate, but I do not. I am good solid 7.5 inches and I actually measured it. Anyway here is a true story. It was November 26, 2001. Let me explain something really quick about porn.
The owners are very cool about not harrassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each other's cock, etc. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not.
I had to get some miles to lose all the party pounds that I've gained during the week end. Not that I was a slob or anything, gyming 4 times a week. However, I just wanted to sweat. I was wearing a drifit singlet with black running shorts with high slits at the side. I'm on the muscular side as oppose to the lean build, but love to show off my ripped tighs. I ran by the beach near my place.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
As a boy he grew up in a small town. The suburb he lived in with his parents was near a nudist beach. As a child he went down the beach playing in the water with his brother and friends. When he was around the age of 13. He soon understood that guys walked around naked and occasionally women would sun bake naked too.
Craig was pissed when he went to bed last night. It wasn't so much that he had to work this summer; in fact, he'd planned to look for a job anyway. It was his dad saying it will make a man out of you. He was right though, but not as he intended.
Sam made an excuse and left. I left too, making a big show about going to the store for some groceries. But as soon as Sam rounded the corner, I slipped back into the bookstore. Fending off the advances of a troll or two, I waited for Sam.
He showed up about 10 minutes later, cashing in $5 for quarters. I was in the darkest corner. Sam never saw me as he looked around, waiting for his eyes to adjust before picking a booth on the far wall. Back in those days, each booth had only one movie playing in it. Just inside the beads, there was a board with a listing of the movies inside.
I was right. The booth Sam picked was playing a gay flick.
I had to move quickly. Jumping into the booth next to Sam before anyone else could make a move, I locked the door and dropped four quarters in the slot. Then I sat back.
Flickering light came through the hole in the wall between Sam's booth and mine, showing me he was still there. This was a class joint; the holes were square and even, not something dug out by frantic faggots. As Sam sat back, I could see his crotch, and Sam could see mine. I unzipped, dragging out my cock. In a few strokes, I was hard. In a few more, I enticed Sam to join me.
He was beautiful. Sam was tall and slim, like most Americanized Chinese men tend to be. Yeah, I know what you're thinking -- I'd heard all those stories about Oriental cocks being small, too, but Sam quickly destroyed that myth. His cock was long and hard and thick, the top half covered with foreskin. Sam skinned it back, his fist moving slowly.
At the tip, a bead of pre-cum seeped out. Sam used his thumb to spread the juices around, and then he began whacking off in the flickering light of the fuck-flick.
"You want some help with that, buddy?" I said just loud enough for Sam to hear. I waited for a minute or two, and then I leaned down and took a closer look at Sam's equipment. I put my eye to the opening, then moved my mouth up and wiggled my tongue in an obvious invitation.
He didn't have to think about it. Sam's cock was in my mouth in seconds. He groaned and humped that long, hard thing through the hole, sliding in deep into my sucking mouth.
The boy next door was gay, all right, and he had the prettiest cock I'd seen in a long time. To top it off, that lovely hard-on was uncircumcised! The idea of worshipping an uncut cock has always been a biggie for me. Back then I'd never even seen one, much less worked my hungry mouth over one.
Just like in my dreams, I loved it. The feel of Sam's foreskin was so kinky, sliding and moving as I wrapped my lips tightly around the steel-like core of his cock. The extra skin was like velvet as it pushed up against my nibbling lips. I pulled gently, sliding Sam's balls over the smooth edge of the gloryhole. There was plenty of room in the eight-inch square hole for me to juggle his nuts as I wolfed down his shank.
I kissed it all over, not forgetting to pay special attention to those cum-filled nuts. To my surprise, Sam didn't have much hair on his nuts or around the base of his cock. I closed my eyes and moaned over his meaty thickness. Sam groaned appreciatively, and when I put the head of his cock back in my mouth, my next-door neighbor began fucking my face, driving deep enough to slap the rubbery tip against the back of my throat. I moaned as Sam slid even deeper, and as the tip forced its way down into my throat, I felt Sam's cock shaking. I ran my tongue back under his foreskin and heard Sam moaning louder. I didn't know exactly how big Sam's cock was, but it was filling my mouth as if he'd been born just for me to suck. It was as straight as an arrow, with no bend to curve the shaft at all, but still it slid down my throat easily.
I knew that Sam wanted to come, and there was nothing I wanted more than a nice mouthful of hot love from the boy next door. I skinned it back and started working on the head with my tongue, between a series of long, swooping oral dives.
It got thicker and harder, shaking with passion, and then it exploded in my mouth, sending a load of creamy cum across my tongue and into my clutching throat. I grabbed the wall and Sam's balls and hung on, swallowing frantically so I wouldn't lose a tasty drop.
With my lips sealed tightly around the crown and my fist milking the shaft, I got my Oriental neighbor off. I sucked until Sam was done, and then I kissed his softening cock for another minuter or so. Then, after I had satisfied my neighbor's lust, I stood and put my own cock through the hole, hoping that Sam wasn't one of those men who loved a good knob-job but wouldn 't put out themselves when it was their turn.
I pushed my naked cock into the air of Sam's booth, hoping that he would do me, and seconds later I felt swirling lips and a swabbing tongue over my aching hard cock.
Sam was doing it.
I flattened myself against the wall, pushing as much of my hard-on through the gloryhole as I could manage. Sam eased my nuts through, just like I had done for him, and as he began working his magic on my meat, Sam squeezed my nuts with just the right amount of pressure to thrill me.
All my worries about Sam were gone. He showed me how much he loved cock. Sam nibbled and sucked, using his teeth on the line under my tightly stretched balls. He mouthed my nuts one at a time and then both together. He milked up my pre-cum and strung the sweetness out into a shiny rope between his lower lip and my throbbing cock.
My cock responded to the attention, naturally. My shank couldn't have gotten any harder without splitting in two along the seams. It was dancing against Sam's tongue as he swirled wetly over my rock-hard flesh. Sam tried to deep-throat me. I mean, what gay guy back then wasn't into sword-swallowing? The movie DEEP THROAT was still playing in half the first-fun theaters in LA, and everyone was saying, if a girl can do it, then I sure as hell can, too!
But even as hard as Sam tried, he couldn't take me all the way down into his throat.
Not that I was complaining! I mean, Sam gave me a great blow-job, and when he felt me getting ready to blast he didn't even hesitate as if to pull off. Sam was really good at keeping me right there, on the edge, not letting me come but not stopping that wild swirl of his tongue or the nibbling suction of his lips.
My next-door neighbor tortured me. Sam made me think I was going to die, and then he made me willing to trade death for an orgasm, and then he got me off.
Sam sucked me up to the point of no return one last time and, with one swipe of his nasty tongue, my neighbor made me come in his mouth. I shot out great wads of juice, splattering Sam's tongue with six or seven big squirts of pent-up lust. I clawed the wall and wished I could get my hands on his head as he swallowed. I wanted to ram my cock down his throat, but that was impossible with the wall between us.
Sam never stopped sucking. He took it all, swallowing and moaning and choking couple of times, but he took it all. I emptied my balls in his mouth, and then moaned as Sam softened his suction to get me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I fell back to my seat, noticing that the movie in my booth had stopped long ago. Sam sat on his bench, too. We both closed our pants and tucked everything back into place. I waited until Sam stood and unlocked the door to his booth before I moved.
As Sam stepped out of the booth, so did I. We came face to face in the dim light of the X-rated bookstore's back room, and as I smiled my neighbor recognized me.
"Want to continue this at home?" I asked with a grin.
"You bet!" Sam laughed.
"Let's go, buddy," I said as I openly took Sam's hand in mine.
I lived in LA for six years. Sam was my next-door neighbor the entire time. We talked about moving in together, but the idea of fucking the boy next door was more exciting than fucking a roommate, so we kept our own apartments. Any time either of us was horny, all we had to do was knock on the wall we shared and get ready for some hot loving.
Sam was my first real lover, and we discovered the joys of a one-on-one relationship together. Sure we still visited the baths and the club scene, but that was just sex. There were things we only did with each other, personal things we shared with no one else in the world.
I didn't make it as an actor, but Sam found a few writing jobs. He's now on staff with one of he network sitcoms. I see his name on the screen every week.
I am in my mid 20's 6 ft tall and 170 lbs,and had always been straight. About two years ago I began to explore sex with men also. I am writing the experiences I have had and posting them. Let me know if you enjoy. My previous experiences had taken place at one bathhouse or a video porn emporium.
I returned to the club, took a room and headed for the showers. There were a lot of men cruising, but little obvious going on. I noticed that many men sat in their rooms reading but with the door open. I was still new at this and unsure of etiquette for meeting etc. Guys were walking by and looking in.
I had been out of town for atleast a day now and I had come in to my hotel where my reservation was. I was traveling alone installing computer network cabling for schools. I had always wondered what it would be like, you know, having another man's penis in my mouth. Anyways, back to the story, it was dark and late and I came into the bar that was connected to the hotel. He said they were out.
So I headed to a grocery store that I usually shop in. I was standing at the cucumber display trying to decide which one would be suitable. I picked one up that was seven inches in length and had a nice thickness to it.
Calvin was a new student, bussed in from another neighborhood. Timothy grew up in the spacious affluent suburbs, while Calvin grew up in the hot and horny crowded inner-city -- but they both quickly realized that they shared the same interests in video games, music videos and girls. It didn't take long for Timothy to invite Calvin to come to his house one day afterschool. Timothy led the way.
I started into the gay scene by looking for men on the Internet. After I found Tom I went to his place. I walked into his apartment. He meant me in the kitchen. We moved into the living room where he put on a CD and lit some candles. We sat down together and talked a little with some touching. Tom then leaned over and kissed me. This was my first kiss. Before he took it into his warm mouth.
I got a little bored and started cruising the internet for a while when I got an email from a gay couple. I checked out their photos and they were nice looking guys. They had good bodies and average packages and since I was bored I thought what the hell. I had never been with someone who was out right gay and these guys looked like fun. As I drove, the possibilities started to churn in my head.
The kid had his ASU baseball cap on backwards, with the bill pointing down from his very slightly freckled shoulders, along his bare back, to his remarkably trim waistline. From what I could tell, the lucky man getting serviced was good looking. The gloryhole wall concealed his body except from the sternum up. Blond Man smiled at the small crowd, glad to be the envy of the rest of us.
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
In case there is anyone left on the planet who doesn't know what a glory hole is, it is a hole cut in the partition between toilet cubicles through which you can poke your cock for the man - usually a stranger - in the next cubicle to suck. Usefully, people had scrawled messages round the holes, like SUCK ME and I NEED COCK. And it tasted as good as it looked.
As good as they were, I didn't know how special this day would turn out to be. Just off the food court of the terminal was the Mens' Room, a rather large Mens Room. It had the noisy double doors, and the main restroom was subdivided by having the twelve urinals and matching washbasins in the front portion, and trough the archway to the rear was the four sit-down stalls.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
At 6'4 and 23, this tall youthful blond guy is already a major hunk, but what you really notice are his bright eyes* and amazing smile. Adam always has a great positive attitude, very "up", but not to the point of being bubbly or silly. Until this incident, I have never seen Adam with a hair out of place.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
It was a prestigious job and at 33 I felt proud of my achievements at work. With my new job, however, came a ton of new work and I found myself putting in anywhere from twelve to twenty hours overtime every week. Because I was the newest member of the team, I'd often find myself "volunteering" to stay late and putting the day's work to rest. Of course this made him even more appealing.
The car comes to a complete stop and Daniel, a young man in his mid 20's who is arriving home from a rough day rapidly steps out of his car and frustratingly slams the door shut and began to make his way towards his apartment. Shivering in the cold night air, he fumbles around in his coat pocket trying to find his keys.
I like it there because they have a free pool table and it's a great way to meet people without having to take them home first. So as I was lining up my shot, I noticed that at the other end of the bar, tucked away in the corner behind the stairs was an old fashioned barber chair and sitting in it was a man with the hugest dick I'd ever seen. It must have been 10 inches.
Cum lined the inside of my throat and the cock in my mouth was about ready to give me another tasty load. But I was getting bored and I wanted to go back to the gay bar and have guys buy me more drinks. I was coming down from the beers I had earlier. The man standing in front of me let out a soft moan as I sqweezed on his suddenly twitching member. The man left and I decided to go too.
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
Coach said we could use the pool when ever we wanted as long as someone was around to supervise. To my luck of course no one was there when I showed up. So I sat there for about 10 minutes thinking if I should or should not go into the pool. And disobey what coach said. I didn't want to disappoint the team on Tuesday so I went into the pool anyway. After about 20 minutes of practice.
They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island.
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