It was one of those early spring mornings that I couldn't sleep. As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Most of my life I have known I was different. But don't all of us consider ourselves different in one way or another?
For the majority of my years, even though I had married and had a beautiful daughter, I have always considered myself a bi-sexual man--a keen attraction for both men and women. But in my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. To me a man's cock is a thing of beauty. I love the hardness, --the mushroom head--a pair of full balls that I roll in my fingers feels like large erotic beads and I desire a firm ass that I can squeeze like loaves of homemade fresh bread. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls brings great excitement and pleasure to my chosen sex partner and me.
In my early forties when I played with men, I usually only liked to be sucked and oral reciprocation was not part of my sexual experience. I live in New York City and there were gay baths in those days to visit, so it was easy and quick to find sexual release. I would usually check into in a bath house in the East Village, shower first, check out the swinging wet cocks, go to the steam room for a few minutes and maybe fondle someone in the misty, hot room. Then I would go lie down naked on the small bed in my dimly lit cubicle and wait for some strange man to come in.
As I lay waiting in excited anticipation, some man would usually come by, open the door a bit wider, and peek in. If he were interested, he would come into my room. Slowly this aggressor, who I wanted to seduce me, would move towards me. He would some times touch my chest, tweak a nipple, massage my stomach and then he would slowly reach under my towel that covered the lower half of my body. A hand of a stranger would start to gently massage my cock and twirl my balls. I was so turned on that someone wanted my cock.
It was not super large--a comfortable 6 inches with a very nice head. It was very suck able. I remember one man saying, as he took my dick into his hand, " Nice little Louisville slugger." Then he sniffed something called "rush" from a small red bottle, leaned down and inhaled my whole aroused cock into his wet, hot mouth. What pleasure!
I was always excited being in a dim lit room and having some stranger play with my cock. After a few minutes of cock massage, he would capture my hardening cock like an erotic sword swallower and slide my hard cock into his mouth. I would play with the man's cock that was servicing me, but not suck him
One night in the baths I was naked waiting in my room and a big, tall, black man entered, came directly over to me and put his cock on my lips and said, "Suck it, baby." and waiting for no answer from me, he tried to shove his 8 inches of hot meat into my clamped shut mouth.
I was home on leave from an overseas assignment, visiting my parents. I also took advantage of the time to visit my friends that I grew up and went to school with. I mentioned not having any booty call to a male friend and we start kidding around about helping each other out. We used to play around, but when he drooped his trunks this time, I noticed he had really grown up!
We met at a friends apartment, put down a plastic tarp and went over the rules. It would be an erotic oil first-to-cum-loses wrestling match, we would use any means to force the other man to shoot first. I chose a white thong to wear which barely contained my swelling 8" cut cock.
As usual we went out to the local bar. There we hooked up another friend Chris. We danced and such then when the bar closed we all decided to come back to my place. As we pulled in I noticed that outside of one of the corner townhouses was a younger guy. I had seen him down there before but never had been able to strike anything up with the guy.
I had always had my eye on Adrian but l just didn't think he was interested. We were to find out that we both liked kissing, sucking, and fucking. My cock was so hard it could explode. All this action and in front of others as well.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
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.
Anderson when he came into our store to purchase a suit--he's the vice-president of the big national bank down the street from where I work. When he first walked into the men's department, I couldn't help but whistle to myself as I appraised the man: about 6'4" & 260 pounds of hot man meat! He had thinning blond hair that was graying at the temples & gorgeous steel-grey eyes.
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
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 am a second year physics student at McGill University, I'm 23, 6'2" brown hair and eyes. I had been working out at the university's gym all winter so I developed a great hard body. I took a nice long shower. I like taking bicycle rides. I was enjoying belle Montreal and the weather was so nice.
He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. He was talk, dark and handsome. However his most striking feature was his big and thick cock. He was a poor Indian construction worker, who sweated all day in the hot sun to earn just enough to cover his own bare necessities. At 22 years old, Abdullah had already had sex with lots of men.
And I mean it really hurt. It wasn't the kind of hurt that comes with an average headache, either. It was the kind of hurt where I felt like I'd been body slammed by the planet Mars. Remembering that the average planet moved at thousands of kilometers per hour only made my head hurt more. Just relax.
I've been in pursuit of such organs for years, and here is the story of my "first time" with a really big one, and still one of my best memories. I had the opportunity to write this down recently, and thought I'd post. I discovered then that I had a fetish for big cocks and loved everything about them.
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.
So I packed up my things and moved 70 miles to college town, USA. I'm 28, 5'11" about 185. Dark hair, smooth and a 7. 5" uncut cock. Had a few serious boyfriends who for some reason were always older than me, but usually I'm just looking for casual encounters to blow my nut. That is until the first week of school.
"Open up, bitch." He wasn't going to take no for an answer.
I was shocked and scared at the same time. He demanded that I do it and was dominating me. I began to hesitantly put my tongue on the large, salty tasting head.
He demanded, "Come on, suck my monster." I didn't know what to do, but there was a big fat cock at my lips and I sucked it in. That opened a new experience for me. I wasn't quite sure if I liked a cock in my mouth or not. I discovered more about that at a later time in my man-to-man sexual experiences.
As the aids epidemic spread throughout the country, more and more bathhouses shut down. Easy, fast, man-to-man sex became difficult for me to find. During that shutdown period I was not having much sex.
Then I was introduced to the Internet and a whole new world of possible sexual encounters opened up for me. Chat rooms for Gay Men 50 plus and Older Gays were available through different service providers.
On the morning when I couldn't sleep, I got out of bed and shuffled into my little office and turned on the computer. I went directly to Yahoo Chat and entered the Older for Older Room and turned on my video cam. I got excited when guys would request to see my cam to view my cock.
If they liked what they saw, messages would pop up on my screen:
"Love your cock." "Nice cock." "Would love to suck your cock" "Hey Daddy, would you spank me?" The ongoing messages turned me on.
As I looked at the different names in the room, I came across a handle of BIG COCK IN QUEENS. Queens was not far from my apartment in Brooklyn. So I opened a chat window and sent a "good morning from Brooklyn," message to Big Cock.
He responded, "What do you want?" "I was looking for some fun and you? "That could be of interest to me. Where do you live?" "Brooklyn and I have a place to meet. Are you available?" "Could be. What do u like?" "I like oral, stroking, close body contact and kissing. And you?" "Pretty much the same. Do you suck?"
"Yes. And do u suck?" "If you like, I'll suck you." "I'm 6" cut and your?" "8 inches cut" Wow! Do you have a cam?" "Yes. Would you like to see my cock?" "Oh yes! I want to see it. I' ll invite you to see my cam, too."
In a moment his video transmission hit my screen. A perfect, luscious cock was in my view. I looked at his piece of meat in awe. He was standing up with a great view for me and was jacking it slowly. My heart pound with excitement-- I wanted that cock to play with, suck and worship.
"You like my cock?" he asked. "Very much. Oh yes, very much" "I'm glad you like it." "Are you available to come to my place," I asked. "Yes. Where do you live." "Can you get to Brooklyn/"? "Yeah. I can be there in an hour or so. Do you really want my big cock.?" "Yes, I really want to suck it.'
I gave him directions by train and we hung up. I was so excited. I never had a cock that big to play with by my choice. It was a dream comes true.
I went to my bedroom and made the bed and straightened up a bit. Then I went into the bathroom, shaved and brushed my teeth. I turned on the hot water in the shower and stepped in.
One thing I like is to be clean when I meet with a man. So I shampooed my hair and then soaped my body and used a scrubby cloth to get squeaky clean. I lathered up my hand and reached back to my ass, spread my cheeks and cleansed my asshole--for excitement I stuck a soapy finger up my anus and wiggled it.
Wow! That felt good. I stepped out of the shower and viewed my swollen, hanging cock in the mirror in front of me. My cock looked full and ready for a morning of fun.
I got dressed in sweat pants and put on no underwear. I just wanted to pull them down and be ready for Mr. Eight Inches as quickly as possible. I told the guy I would meet him at the porch of my house. I had given him my cell number and asked him to call when he got off the subway a few blocks from my house. I sat on the chair on my front porch and to my surprise; a man walked slowly by front of the house and then turned around and walked back and stopped and looked up at the number on the house.
I called out, "Karl?"
He answered, "Mischa is that you/"
"Yeah. Welcome. Come on up."
I shook his hand, opened up the front door and told him to follow me up the stairs all the way to the top floor. .
We got to the top floor and the sun was shinning brightly through the windows. He took off his jacket and threw it on the back of a kitchen chair.
"Come into the bedroom where can have some privacy."
"Yeah. That would b e great."
He followed right behind me. I closed the bedroom door.
I took off my polo shirt, flipped off my slippers and said, " Take off your clothes and throw them on that chair." I took off my sweat pants and stood naked in front of him. I stared at him as he undressed.
He was about 165 lbs, 5' 9" and was 54 years old. Not a good-looking guy, but he had a nice smile and was very accommodating.
He took off his shoes and then his shirt. He opened up his belt and dropped his trousers. Down came the jockeys and he stood naked before me. His cock was limp and soft. It didn't look like it could grow to 8 inches.
I laid down the bed, moved to the inside position and motioned for him to join me. He scooted next to me and put his arm around me. I pulled him in close to me and our lips were so close. He put his hands behind my head and gave me a full kiss on my lips. It was sweet and I parted his lips and he sucked in my tongue. Our tongues battled and twisted. As I sucked his tongue, I grabbed his cock and in return he took my dick into his hand. We played with each other's cocks as we kissed deeply.
We just kissed and played with our cocks for a few minutes. His started to grow--he wasn't lying--it was a real 8 incher. As I played with his cock, he pulled himself up and twisted his body to face my hardening cock. I had taken a blue pill just before he arrived. I wanted my cock to perform as well as possible. He leaned down and took the head of my cock into his mouth. He bathed the head with his tongue and rolled my balls in his fingers. He was a great cocksucker!
I just lay there and enjoyed each roll of his tongue. I Gasped and moaned when he sucked in the whole length of my shaft. This meeting was more than I could have ever expected and I hadn't even sucked his cock yet.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth and turned my head to face his throbbing prick. I got in a 69 position on my side and got a close-up of his cock. I sniffed his maleness, grabbed his cock-head and licked it. Mmmmm so good. I woofed in the whole head and we mutually sucked each other.
There we were side by side sucking each other. I reached for his balls. They were not large, but I massaged them as I sucked him deeper. I was able to take his whole cock into my mouth and enjoyed swallowing the whole piece. I sucked him deeper and deeper and I knew he close to cuming and he pulled out of my mouth. He rolled onto his back and jerked his own cock and shot a jet of cum onto his stomach and groaned. I grabbed his cock and pumped out the drops of cum and then licked the head clean.
I said he was accommodating--he went back to sucking my cock. That's unusual--most guys don't suck you once they cum.
When the sex was all over, we had a conversation about family, the army and things in general.
As he was getting dressed I asked what he did for work, he answered, "I'm a doorman in a luxury building in Manhattan."
I said, " That's nice--when you're not opening doors, you can open my drawers anytime you want."
As he going down the stair to leave, he replied, "I'll do that and you don't even have to tip me."
I smiled to myself--"I'll tip him alright--I'll take very good care of the tip of his cock."
We are both insatiable cocksuckers - always hungry for a nice big cock to plow our mouths and boypussies. David was telling me he really wanted to get fucked, so I told him to say hi to my extremely hot and hung friend Ed who was also online at time. They decided to get together even though Ed also had another friend named Scott on his way over. Scott is great-looking. It's a hot scene.
There was one a few miles from my house so I hoped in my PU and headed there. A couple of cars were parked in front with a couple more on the side in employee parking. As I entered I was greeted by a lad of about 25 and he asked if he could help me. I told him what I needed and he said they were on the south wall toward the back.
I've been lucky enough to have had it a few times, but most of the time it's just me, a tube of K-Y, and a dildo. Last week, that changed for one incredible night. After a week of being horny every single day and having no opportunity to act on it, I found myself alone on a Friday night; no plans, no obligations, but some spare money and a raging appetite for cock.
On my way I remembered that my old friend, Jim, might still live there, so I thought I'd see if I could find him while I was in town. Jim and I had been friends since we were both 13. We went to the same church; later on we went to the same high school and generally hung out together.
To continue, I first realized I had gay inclinations in high school, but I didn't act on them (out of ignorance and fear). When I moved out of the old home at age 19, though, I decided the time had come to explore.
I had been working out all year long and been taking a full school schedule. It was my first year of college and things had been going really well. I had decided to come back and stay with my parents for the summer to save on money. I noticed there was a new neighbor next door who must have moved in after I had graduated from high school. After a run we start talking and decide to work out together.
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.
It`s work very hard for 5 months then relax a bit before doing it all again next summer. The boys here are very friendly. locals and visitors alike. My day starts at around 8am where I must be at my business to receive and store daily product deliveries till around noon. Afterwards it`s off to the gym for 3-4 hrs. I like the changes that I see since starting my work out routine.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do it again. The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above.
I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long. Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds.
No apologies, no shame, no closets for Bobby. I knew all of this from across the bar, just looking at him, watching him talk to his friends. I had to meet him, even just talk to him for a few minutes, I was drawn to him. He was cute in a feminine sort of a way, pretty, almost childlike in his innocence....
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.
I had little money, however could usually find a good time wherever I went. The two mates I was traveling with had been together for a couple of months when I joined them about six weeks ago and we all got on well together. Michael was from southern England and was a good looking guy with the usual smooth pale skin, sandy hair and good body, as he played a lot of soccer at home.
Damn was I horny. My jeans were probably bustin' at the seams. If I wasn't so fuckin' sexed up I wouldn't be doin' what I was doin' now. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I mean jerkin' off could only do so much. I was driving down the interstate keeping a sharp eye out. My work schedule was real tight so it's been a while.
He went back to university, and I got his job at a magazine. I saw pictures of him all dressed up in a tux at our last awards dinner, the severe black lines of the suit only emphasising his sweet, young face and body. So he went off to study again and I worked solidly at the magazine. As soon as I caught sight of him, I knew the photos I'd seen did him a disservice. Straight boys are so sweet.
I went to the small local lumber yard to get some 2x4's and other miscellaneous items. When I got there, there was a cute youngish guy (twenties) working, Jason. He offered to help me find what I needed. I told him what I was doing and what I needed. He said that we would need to drive to the next lot to get some of the pieces. He let me ride with him in his pickup. He looked at me funny.
I went to the bathroom at work and started getting ready. I put my contacts in and I took a little time to wash around my cock and ass. I didn't know what to expect, so I got ready for everything. Once back in my office, I shut and locked the door and stripped off my clothes. Before I put my shorts on, I applied a little Vaseline around my asshole.
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