Here's an example of what goes on in gay bathhouses. This is a true story! A few years ago I ran into this black dude who gave me the best fuck of my life. It was at Rogues bathhouse in West Hollywood. Rogues had an upstairs and downstairs with the downstairs being mostly little rooms, glory holes and a large maze with mirrors you could get lost in.
I checked in about 10 PM on a Saturday night and the place was still relatively uninhabited. I rented one of the little rooms which was about 6'x10' with a mattress, mirror running the full length of the wall, and light with a dimmer. Nothing much else in the room.
After undressing I wrapped a towel around myself and went out "cruising" the downstairs to see what kind of action was taking place. As I turned down an aisle that led to the maze I passed a well-built black guy. He was in his late-20's, about 5'10" and had obviously been working out for some time. He was wearing only a pair of red gym shorts with an enormous bulge in front as they strained to keep his basket constrained. I thought I was going to cum right there and then. I walked past him and he turned and glanced back as I disappeared into the maze.
I continued cruising the bathhouse for another half-hour or so. Once in a while I would get a glimpse of the black guy at a distance down a corridor here and there. He would always glance back with a serious look on his face but then vanish into the depths of the convoluted downstairs floorplan. I kept thinking about the huge cock trapped inside those red gym shorts.
I spent most of my time wandering through the maze although I bumped into mirrors many times trying to grope my way in the extremely dim light. Not many people had arrived at the baths yet and I often was alone in the twisting hallways. Deep inside the maze I made a turn and suddenly the black guy was squarely before me. I don't know why I didn't see him coming, maybe it was the dim light or maybe the arrangement of the mirrors. I stood there in front of him, almost frightened by his presence. After an eternity of seconds had passed I looked straight into his eyes. He had the same serious look on his face he had worn all night. I reached out slowly and felt the bulge in the front of his shorts. He stood motionless with his arms at his sides. I rubbed his basket with my hand and felt his dick getting hard. It seemed like if it got any bigger it would rip those shorts into tatters.
Having succeeded in getting this far I slowly got down on my knees, my towel still draped around my waist. With both hands I massaged his basket, working his dick over to one leg hole. He stood motionless as I pulled the cock head out. It was immense and I leaned forward to lick his half-hard rod.
Up 'till now we had not talked. I got back to my feet, my hardon sticking through the towel around my waist. I told him I had a room and we could go there for privacy. He nodded in approval. We wound around out of the maze and then down the hallway to the room. I opened the room with the key strapped around my wrist, turn on the light very dimly, and we went in and closed the door.
"And besides, politicians are all crooks," he said to nobody in particular, as he recited a litany of complaints to the bartender, a litany I tended to mostly agree with. Until he turned my way suddenly and blurted out, "and now with AIDS my generation can't even have fun with sex anymore" I raised an eyebrow.
I was being trained in the tech fields of printers and fax machines. I had not had an orgasm for several days, and the long drive to Albuquerque had me quite worked up. I was alone, in a large city, for the first time in years. My wife and kids were back at home, and I was horny and looking for something my wife (whom I love) can not give me. I needed hard cock!
It always seemed wrong, like exploitation. But now that it's happened to me. I was in LA to meet a young law intern whom I had supervised the previous summer at our law firm. He was a bright-brilliant young kid-eager, top-rate, great writer. Now, Dave, who reminded me of the TV actor Dean Cain (formerly Superman), was now doing an internship at a law firm in LA.
My story takes place in Virginia I was working at a camp there and I decided to take a day off and go for a walk in the country side. I walked by this house and noticed that there was this hot older man naked sitting on the porch when i saw him i could not take my eyes off of him.
I was a teacher's assistant, or "office boys" as we were called. I was in the boy's locker room two times a day. For me it was like dying and going to heaven twice a day. There were three of us per period and we had various duties, the best of which was passing out the towels from the "towel cage".
Little did they know they can't satisfy the desires that I often have. Like straight guys, I also enjoy the company of men, hanging out, talking, doing normal guy things together. In my late 20's, I'm a beefy, solid kinda guy--broad shoulders and nice arms and pecs tapering to nice waist. Not a gym rat, just a normal jock. I needed more. Then it happened.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
I really didn't think anybody would answer it, 'cause I didn't think anybody was as crazy and kinky as I am, at least not around THIS little town. New York City, MAYBE, but not here. So here I am, on my way to meet this guy, out on the highway, at the convenience store. How convenient.
I really wanted to have sex with a black guy, but I never had the opportunity. I hang with black guys, but they are all straight. I love cock. I met Leon through these same friends of mine at a barbecue. He was somehow related to one the guys I hang out with. He was six foot two and weighed about 200 lbs. He was very built and had dreads in his hair which was a major turn on.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
A Gay Bath where everything is pretty much WIDE OPEN. I got the address from a friend on a BBS and he told me where to find the Business. I drove to Dallas and found the location pretty easy. It looks like a warehouse but 4 stories high. I thought to myself as I parked my car. Are Cocks sucked in this building? I walked in and noticed a window right before a door.
A man of the theater as they spell it in British. He made a couple of movies, but his real work is in the theatuh, as those Brits say. Sir Algernon Makepiece. We've never seen his roar in King Lear, never seen him sob in Hamlet, hiss while he strangles the piteous Desdemona; but most of us know him from the Pringles commercial. Simon says its a wonderful idea, and we all agree.
I made a quick check, none ot the booths were occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched in the doorway.
I began visting video places when I traveled looking only at heterosexual videos. I came across some with glory holes, but immediately left if someone came in the other booth. Then one day I got curious. I knelt to see what ws on the other side and the guy next door showed his cock to me. I was mesmerized. I rocked back on my heels and he shoved his cock through the hole. I was spun around.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
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.
From where i come from you don't really see that many people on the streets after dark. I finally ended up with a hotel room close to Grenwich village; a place that i finally thought i could find a safe haven in the gay lifestyle. I checked into room 934 so i could grab a shower, something i needed more than anything at the moment.
Much as I hate the chore itself, after-hours at the local laundromat MORE than compensate for the inconvenience!! The owner is a Korean guy named Kim, a short, slim, but solid little fellow in his early 50s. His jet black hair is flecked with grey, and that, combined with his bifocals, gives him a very distinguished, scholarly look. Kim puts on the radio, and Korean music starts playing.
The room was so small there almost wasn't space enough for both of us while standing up. I got down on my knees again and pulled the waistband of his shorts down. His cock sprang free and I pulled the shorts down and off over his feet. Here he was, this black well-built stud, standing naked in front of me with a hardon just inches from my face. His hard dick was even bigger than I thought it would be. It looked like one of the monster dildos for sale in porn shops. It must have been a full 11 or 12 inches long and was thick in proportion. I thought how little my 7" cock must look compared to this whopper.
I grasped his cock with both hands and began to suck on the mushroom head. As I worked on his cock with my mouth I could taste his precum oozing out onto my tongue. His cock got harder and seemly bigger as I sucked, cramming as much into my mouth as I could. I was horny as hell and wanted to get fucked by this monstrosity but was not sure I could get this huge dick up my ass.
I reached over and grabbed a bottle of poppers and took a deep whiff, then decided I'd give it a try and see if he could get that big fucker up my butt. The poppers hit me suddenly and I opened some lube and massaged it over his throbbing hard rod. Standing up again I looked him right in the eyes and whispered "fuck me." Then I climbed face down onto the mattress, my ass waiting for his giant dick to invade it.
He got up on the mattress on his knees and bent over me, his dick sliding in my ass crack. I could see his body silhouetted in the mirror and smelled his sweat as he lowered his body over mine. His cock was sliding between my buns, probing for the hole to enter. I watched in the mirror as he worked at finding the entrance to punch inside and could feel his dick head pressing to invade my ass. I still wasn't sure if I could take this big dick but I had to try. I reached around and grasped his lubed cock and positioned the head right against my asshole.
We were motionless for a moment, then he pushed slowly and I could feel his dickhead stretching my butthole open. When his mushroom head was almost ready to slip inside I watched in the mirror as he shifted his weight to his outstretched arms. Then he gave a forceful push and his cock rammed deep into my ass. My butt felt like it was being split open by his thick pole and I watched in the mirror as he gave successive pushes to see how deep he was able to get it in. My ass muscles were squeezing around this fucker and I watched in the mirror as it went further and further inside my butt.
He finally got it all the way in and I felt like I couldn't go on with this big of a dick fucking me. But I took one more hit of poppers and once more whispered "fuck me." He began a rhythmic motion pushing his cock in and out of my stretched hole, slowly at first but building up in speed. I continued to whiff poppers and was lost in intense sensations as I saw this dude reaming my ass while I watched in the mirror. He was supported by his outstretched arms and the toes of his feet as he raised and lowered his body on top of me. His eyes were fixed on my ass and he watched his big rod go in and out of my butt hole.
I don't know how long we continued but as we proceeded he breathed faster and faster and sweat dripped off his body onto mine. I arched my back and positioned my butt so his dick could invade my ass to its full length on each stroke. The poppers somehow allowed me to accept this fucking as I'm sure I could never have taken it without them.
He pounded my ass with faster and faster strokes, each one pushing hard to get as deep as possible. His piston was reaming my butt and I felt my ass muscles squeeze around it, sucking it in as far as I could get it. He groaned with the exertion and suddenly I felt his cum blast inside my ass guts in a hot explosion as he gave deep thrusts inside me. Time and time again he rammed his cock as deep as he could as he ejaculated more hot jizz inside my butt. Finally he stopped, motionless with his cock still inside my ass. I felt my butthole relax now that the pounding had ceased.
Out of breath, he got back up on his knees, his half-hard cock withdrawing from my ass. I turned over on my back and my own stomach was slippery with precum and sweat. I looked straight in his eyes again and he still had the same serious look on his face. Looking at his arched dick, dripping with cum, I started to jack off, my own legs locked together by his knees and body towering above me. I knew it wouldn't be long before my own cum would be shooting all over me. Motionless, he watched me as I jacked off. Then he leaned forward, pushing his half-hard cock into my mouth while I jacked my dick rapidly. I sucked the cockhead and tasted the cum still on his cock. I knew I was going to cum and groaned in anticipation. My jizz shot against his butt and up his back as he leaned over my face and I sucked his big dick.
It was over! We both laid still for a minute or two and I realized I had never heard him speak. The few words of conversation we had had were all mine. I asked him his name, it was Leon. "Hi Leon, I'm Toby" I said. He got up and stood on the floor, reaching for the red gym shorts. I told him to wait since my cum was splattered all over his back and ass. I took my towel and wiped his back, then got down on my knees and cleaned the cum off his butt with my tongue, driving my tongue inside his ass crack to taste his butt.
He pulled on his shorts, and with the same serious look on his face, signaled goodbye, opened the door and walked away. I wrapped the towel around me and headed upstairs for the showers.
Can you guess which ones are almost real? I like to fantasize about sex with two guys. One is Josh. He is younger than me, looks about sixteen or seventeen, but of legal age. His hair is brown and short and he has dark eyes. His shoulders are narrow and his long body is slender.
The wife has no clue how strong my need to get a certain itch scratched by another man with a hard on. I get so hard my knees get weak thinking about getting laid by a man. I have only a few gay friends, but they are intense for me because we also have sex. I was going over to see Gary. He is in an open gay relationship. I don't recall Gary's partner's name, how impolite.
Sure enough, the parking lot was empty and I got right to work. I only took a couple of short breaks and was feeling very sore by mid-afternoon. I decided that I had earned a break and went to the men's room to use the shower facilities. I was had just finished shampooing my hair when I saw someone enter the dressing area.
Left about five minutes ago" "Did he say where?" The coach and his wife laughed. It was a stupid question, after all we were driving across the desert, on three sides of the motel was flat rocky sand and knee high shrub so if Luke'd gone that way you'd have to be blind not to see him. That left the half-assed rocky hill across the interstate. The desert sucked.
First I was introduced to my cellmate Pete and once we felt comfortable, he began to tell me how things work in the joint. I remember going to the shower room for the first time. There was this one wall with about thirty shower heads. It was steamy but as I got closer I could see what was going on.
This happened one day on my way back from class. I was driving down the road when I saw a rest stop on the left it was a nice day, so I decided to stop not looking for anything just to relax and walk around a bit. I went in to go to the bathroom and decided to read the writing on the wall.
As he lay in bed rubbing his straining hardon, he thought about what he could do today to pass the time. Summers can get pretty boring when you live in the rural south. Beale County South Carolina was no exception. His best buddy David was gone to camp for a couple of weeks and there was no other friends nearby and he didn't have a car to go anywhere.
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
Sitting down to eat my meager meal after work one day the phone rings. I pick it up with my customary improvised macho "Hello. " "Good evening Mr. Collins, I'm calling from the American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. " "I see, I replied in less than macho voice already kicking myself for not having the moxy to just tell him to piss off.
I worked for a termite and pest control place then so I worked with all men. The usual talk was about sex with women and how great pussy is. I've been with some women but prefer to suck cock. No one knew my secret so I just talked crap with them. There was a guy named Jimmy that was very openly gay so no one liked him. We had different jobs there so I only saw him breifly in the mornings.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
To me it's like a fine wine or an expensive brandy -- something to be savored, for the taste of it in my mouth, the feel of it in my throat, and the pungent aroma of it. I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. The first cum I tasted was my own, but this is the story of other tastings.
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 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.
See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me.
I look around on the big empty barracks. Due to some extra work I had this morning off. This is a great opportunity for jerking off. I seize the opportunity and start my day with some cum spraying. Let us see what else the day brings.
What I mean by trash bar hopping is that we had decided to hit as many gay bars off the main drag as we could before the night ended. The last stop of the night was a bar called the Trestle. If you had to categorize me I would be a twink. Hot, young, slim, and well endowed. I swiftly walked by this person and made my way around the bar and into a hallway.
On a bright sunny day JD, the football jock, suggests that Andy joins him for a bit of swimming. Without swim trunks they go on their way to the lake and JD soon discovers just how innocent Andy is, but oh so eager to try out new things!
I really fancied Pete and many times during the night I would lie in my bunk, fantasizing about what we would do together. How I would start by gently lifting his cock out of his jeans and licking it from tip to base before taking it into my mouth. I would suck him until he creamed in my mouth, then I would swallow every drop until his cock was completely empty.
A small town just to the southwest of Paris where nothing much seemed to happen. Being late September the weather was on the turn, rather like the leaves on the trees, a gentle nip in the night time air and a sharp breeze that made you shiver when it caught you unaware.
I was on vacation on the island of Oahu. Brigham Young University sponsors a very worthwhile cultural center that depicts and maintains the various cultures of the Polynesian islands. The island of Fiji captivated me most. Or rather, a young man in the Fijian village captivated me - completely.
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