Sometimes I get sleepless in the interminable early hours. 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. I checked for cigarettes and had 3 remaining. The lights drew me mesmerised like a moth. A solitary car drove from the forecourt and drifted from my perception. Before me, the iridescent glass kiosk and a straight looking asian guy, distracted by supreme tedium. He looked up as I rested my arm on the counter and asked for my cigarettes. I smiled as I looked over his soft features. His hair was cropped and dark tigerstone eyes shone above a broad nose and succulent lips. He must have been about 25 years old. His complexion was flawless, very dark and without highlight in his hermetically sealed spacecraft. He brought the Marlborough Lights and asked for the money. His unfamiliar accent prompted a question.
"Where are you from if you don't mind me asking?" He looked a little surprised.
"I am from Sri Lanka." I smiled at him and asked "Do you like England?"
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
I grabbed a beach towel and took off in my car. When I got there, I found his secluded little road and followed it to this huge sand dune near the ocean. No one was around but me, and I lay on my back and decided to take a nap. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew I was staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I looked up further and I was now looking at a young-looking dude.
He and I got along great from the start. We were a lot a like. We were both not popular and we both were picked on in junior high. I didn't "discover" that I was bisexual until I was 24. I came out to all of my closest friends. But, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think Ed was bisexual too. And when it first happened, I was as nervous as a guy could get. We watched for a little bit.
I'm 19, almost 20 now. I'm 5'9, Brown hair with hi-lights, and blue eyes. I'm 300lbs and loosing. If you have to know I'm 5-5. 5" Cut. Anyway, I'm in Indiana now, but lets go back to when I lived in Florida. I was living in Daytona Beach. This was 2 years ago. I was driving in my truck on the beach and I had to use the bathroom. They had a wood divider between the stalls. He about fell.
I had not been to the city for almost a month, so decided to see what I could find on Sat night. I am happy with a man's cock or ladies cunt being someone that is easy to please! I went to a adult theater that had several different screens in it.
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.
I had known some of the players as I played with them before hanging my skates up for good, so I ended up going and watching them play from time to time. After the games, I would sometimes head out to the bar to hang out with them as the either celebrated their win or drowned their sorrows after a loss. Anyways, before I start my story any further let me tell you a bit about me.
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.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me.
That's the third time that green and white Chevy pick-up truck has passed me. I know he's cruising me. Checking me out. I love walking around this neighborhood at night. Even though it's near downtown, it's dark & quiet. Just a block off the main drag. It's also a cruising area for guys looking for some man to man sex action. Who's only too happy to oblige them, and service their need.
"Um...sometimes." I decided to be coy, but then said.
"You are a nice looking guy."
"You like me?" I just smiled when he said that.
"Yes, you look nice."
"OK, go round to the back, I will open the door." I walked around through a dark narrow passageway. There was a handleless fire door inset into the wall. I was surprised to see it open outwards and stepped in without hesitation. We were standing in a storeroom shelved to the ceiling with soft drinks and chocolate bars. He stood before me, taller than I had expected. His white shirt revealed the contours of firm biceps and was unbuttoned over a lean muscular hairy chest.
"You do this for me, ok?" he undid his belt and pushed his close fitting trousers down over his bulging white boxers. From the gaping fly emerged a large dark uncut cock that grew before my eyes till it pointed diagonally at the ceiling. 8.5 inches of dark gorgeous meat, god it was a fine cock, I wondered how many girls he had sent into orbit with it! Quite a few I suspected.
My heart was racing as I undid my fly and got on my knees. I felt the pleasure rise as my own erection tingled to my touch. My lips approached his proud dick as I put my hands on his hips. My tongue reached under his cock and guided it into my expectant watering mouth. As my lips pressed around it he groaned with pleasure. I slipped my mouth down his magnificent manhood and tasted his manly cock. I did this with my mouth a few more times, my tongue flicking his helmet as my lips pressed firmly round his smooth cock. God, it would be nice to feel this in my butt, I thought, but I know how straight guys don't generally go for that. I squeezed my greedy lips up and down, making it faster, tighter. I heard him groan, so I pulled off and licked the end lovingly. It was so rock hard and I was teasing him, denying him his climax. After a minute, I gave him more sucking and he started pushing his hips, forcing his cock deep into my throat.
"Aaaaah....yes." I tried to keep up with his thrusts as he pushed it deep and I felt the powerful jet of cum pulsing with each thrust. What a bastard for not telling me to pull away, but I liked his self satisfying arrogance. He just used my mouth as a f**k object and I loved his bestial sex instinct.
He withdrew immediately and quickly drew up his trousers, his hot cum still in my throat. I felt disrespected but secretly loved his indifference in the face of pleasure. He rushed to the front of the shop to serve a customer. And me? well I had to go home and jerk off several times about the encounter. What a horny guy. So-long Ceylon...
Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start.
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.
My first in 12 weeks since being "trained" here at the Marine Base in San Diego. My first liberty in all that time, period. It has been damn tough on my libido. I'm a horny guy but to be cooped up with a bunch of other Marines in a barracks was pure hell. No privacy of any kind; not a chance to beat off a load. The showers were pure agony. I had to be careful about soaping up my privates.
Saturdays I spent a lot of time collecting. One Saturday I made about the third time trying to catch this dude home. He was a disc jockey for radio station KSYX and every time I tried he was either not home or had a sign on his door, Night Worker. Let me tell you a little about him and about me. He is a big black dude, late twenties played sports until he got injured. I'm 18 and a real nerd.
1959 was still a simple time, yet every day was the same as it is today. I had a Black and White TV and Radio. I was sixty and fit enough to handle the boys if they got out of hand. I was sound asleep that first night the of younger boys arrival. I'd heard some strange noises and went to check. I opened the door to the room the two younger boys Jason 13 and Joel 11 were sharing.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
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 was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
I have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way. The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year.
He stretched out on the bed on his belly. I stood at the foot and looked down at his strong young body. His ass end was something to see! Long, firm buns with a cleavage so tight it looked like he had never been fucked before. My dick liked the sight, too. It began to twitch in anticipation.
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 well lubed bunghole was an inch from the head of my 9. 5x5. 5" silicone toy and I would literally collapse onto it as forced it's way deep into my body. Pleasure would ripple through me causing my nipples to become hard. I would ride it's length with abandon, drops of perspiration ran down the small of my back as I fucked it to a state of breathlessness. Oooh. 5x6. 5" cut!.
Hunks all of them and sweaty hard-working men. Younger and older, most of them huge with bulging muscles from all the hard labor. But there was one guy who seemed bigger than the rest. He looked to be about 45 years old with a weathered face. He wore a yellow hard hat that fit tightly over his short, brown curls. A real stud construction worker. I watched him moving around the yard.
My wife and I arrived at a South Florida resort for well deserved vacation. I just wanted to lay in the warm sun and relax for a week. Fortunately, I got more than I bargained for. Before I tell my story, let me describe myself. I am in my late 30s and bi. I'm 5-9 and weigh about 155 pounds and have a runner's build, and I am completely masculine.
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