Marty and I have been together for over 2 years. We met when I was working at this software company in town. Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary. I was feeling more ready to nest and settle down with one person when I met Marty. I'd been around the block a few times and feared that Marty might want to experiment his way out of virginity.
I told Marty early on how I'd had a few 'boyfriends' early on who basically used me for what they wanted and moved on. I told him how I'd done the slut thing too (out of depression, frustration and anger), but I was over that now and really wanted to be with only one man. I could do it too, because I read a lot about relationships after my early mishaps and after my brief downward spiral. I'd dated one guy for a year and thought that it was 'the one' for a while - but we had different dreams about our lives and our relationship. Our separation was civil and even caring.
Marty came along when I was really ready and capable of being true and committed to him with my heart and body. I joke that it's sort of a master/slave thing. I'm the type who wants my romantic heart and my body to belong to one man only and for him to promise himself to me the same. It's old-fashion, yes, but it's HOT - willing and independent submission to the total ownership of another man. I would be the love and sex partner of only one man my owner, and he would be the same to me. We would own each other. That's what I was looking for when Marty came along.
With that background, you might wonder why I titled this story as I did. It's such a perverse idea in some ways, but because of what I just told you, it really isn't. You see, between Marty and me, I'm the one who can orally take and swallow the other's cum. I'd been wanting to do it for so long, and actually one or two guys did cum in my mouth without warning back when my self-esteem was shit. It was scary suddenly tasting salty, almost bitter, sauce-like stuff on my tongue. Those weren't good times. Maybe it might have been fun if they were really my friends and not strangers and I knew for sure that they were clean.
But Marty and I dated for a good while before we even had sex, before we even touched each other's cock or made out in either of our apartments while still fully dressed in our clothes. Marty was a virgin, that he wasn't into the gay scene stuff, and that he wanted to date and know the person before having sex. I knew then and there when he told me that, I really wanted and needed Marty in my life. He was the dream I'd been seeking all my life.
After a year of dating (among other notable things like meeting his family as 'Marty's boyfriend') we finally moved from the condom sucking to me being able to suck his 'naked' cock. I remember that first time.
"Marty, its me that has to wear that thing, not you," I said. "Please, I want to suck you with nothing in the way."
Paul and Grant are both young broadway stars in a secret relationship. On a vacation cruise they come across this African-American 18 year old that needs a place to stay after his dad found out he is gay and threw him out of his room.
On my way home I would pass a K-Mart that almost always had some kind of action going. I'd been having sex with guys for a couple of years already, and at the time of this incident, I was a sophomore in college. I had an average build, standing at 5'7", a little afro, yea, I'm black, a cute face and "bed-room" eyes as they say.
I woke up in my apartment, raging hard-on as usual. Isn't that the way these tales always begin? It was January and really god damn cold outside. It was Saturday, so fortunately I didn't have to go to class. I didn't even want to leave the building. Three below zero even without the god damn wind chill. I had lived alone there for three months now, since my boyfriend and I split up.
" How consummate, how polished, the remembrance brought back the words of the poet as well as other days in June. Those were when the weather suggested that I spend the day in search of beautiful natural scenes to photograph, to capture in pictures that would come close to matching the captivating words of John Keats. "And do pardon my nakedness," he added.
I had been on 30-days leave and was headed back to my ship. It was mid-February and it was cold and rainy. Unfortunately, my flight had been cancelled because of the bad weather. The airport was deserted and I was faced with having to spend the night there, slouched in one of the hardseats provided for the passengers in the waitingroom. I pulled them down a bit and reached in for my dick.
It had never extended to anything physical before, almost as if we weren't ready for anything like that, but now, resting on the deep piled carpet in front of a roaring log fire, in David's luxury apartment, something more was happening and we were both entering into a new and exiting phase of our relationship. "Never, in fact I have never had anything with another guy," I replied.
After several days of chatting with this 58yo online, he trusted me with his home address and invited me over to his home. I indicated to him that i wanted to suck his cock with no return favor necessary. He was also a receiver and not a giver. I again, wanted to experience sucking on a steady basis, but did not want to have cum in my mouth.
To these columns were attached by chains, in different postures, beautiful young boys, aged 18, totally naked. These boys were there to be fucked in the arse by whoever wished to. Their butt-holes were plugged with antiseptic dildos to sooth and clean their ass between the fucks.
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.
Marty looked down at me as I rested between his naturally muscled legs, muscled from biking and hiking. I held his thick 9" pole in my hand and licked it as I slowly began to pull the condom back up and off his cock. He said nothing and I kept going, both of us still locked in each other's gaze.
I squeezed his pulsating shaft in my black hands and continued to lick him from balls on up.
"Marty, I love you, and you know it," I said. "That is why I want to do this." I let go of his dong but it continued to stand straight up into the air. It was like a glistening rocket, all angry and ready to shoot to the stars. I let him calm down a bit and then cuddled up to him, my excited black cock pressed against his thigh as we sucked some serious face. Reaching down, I wrapped his pulsing ivory log in my hand. He panted and groaned.
"That's it baby, my man is feeling good. My baby Marty likes it, yea?" I panted into his mouth as our lips and tongues were still battling it out for control of the other's mouth.
"Oh, fuck yea" Marty managed to say one brief moment as his mouth was able to unlock from mine. Soon both mouths were connected again as I sucked his tongue back into my throat. Marty began humping his cock in the grip of my hand. I released him and got into position. His cock-head was an angry creamy-pink with a pool of pre-cum goo at his piss-hole.
"Marty, this is for you as much as it's for me" I said. I wanted him to be a part of my body, for him to know how much united with him. I opened my mouth and took the flared mushroom head of my boyfriend's cock inside. Marty twitched and moaned, knowing that this suck was going to be a thousand times more intense than the ones we'd shared before. This suck, above all others, would be a suck of unity.
He continued to twitch as my tight throat made room for him to enter. Before it was over, he'd repeatedly insert two inches of cock in my throat, and lodge them there as he came. I began to gulp him in, deep and wild.
That's right stud. Throw your head back and spread your legs like a god-damn frog.
I loved it when Marty was this way. I knew he was getting close. I began to deep throat him as best I could with his thick girth. In the beginning, my throat would be sore days after I tried to go down on Marty to his pubic bush.
"Oh baby, suck me off, man. That's what cock is for, that's what my cock is for. I'm about to cum, John. Drink me! Oh shit, here it comes!"
I rammed my mouth all the way down Marty's cylinder, and stayed put. Marty arched his back totally surrendering his flag-pole to me. I gulped, knowing that we were in the final stretch. I knew that we were near the finish line when Marty reached up to the brown nipples on his cream-colored chest and began to twist. It only took about a minute after that for the floodgates to Marty's balls to unlock.
I looked up in time to see Marty open his eyes to watch me express my total need to be a part of him and for him to be a part of me. I swear, my butch dude Marty had tears in his eyes as he shot cum down my throat.
He reached down and slowly ran his hands through my coarse curly hair and over my smooth black skin. I could feel his thick goo coating the lining of my throat and sliding down the pike into my stomach as I backed my mouth up off his dong far enough to get the head out of my throat and into my mouth. I nursed on him like I was a baby and his cock was my bottle. "That's it baby", he said. "You're mine now and I'm yours for the rest of our lives."
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.
Hey, it's mostly my fault I guess. At work they call me the Nerd. When I am out of the office on the road for my Company, I'm called THE GEEK, The Computer Geek. I guess if they knew I was gay, they would be calling me other things too. I don't really think I'm bad looking. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 160. I got a 7 inch uncut cock. Dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
Despite the cool air that filtered in through the air conditioning vents, the sliver-bearded, dapper, 56-year old executive was sweating profusely. He was not alone in his luxurious, first-class compartment. On the floor on his back was the Senior train guard, 43-year old Nuru, his white uniform pants pulled off over his crisp white socks and white uniform shoes.
It's the hottest place in town. You have to know a member to get in. That's how the management get away with the raunchiest performances that go all the way. We've got to know Mario who works out the routines and the music for his horny stripper guys. He's nearly seventy now but he is young at heart. His routines are the sexiest that I've ever seen or heard about. Dave's a straight Bottom.
I had been on 30-days leave and was headed back to my ship. It was mid-February and it was cold and rainy. Unfortunately, my flight had been cancelled because of the bad weather. The airport was deserted and I was faced with having to spend the night there, slouched in one of the hardseats provided for the passengers in the waitingroom. I pulled them down a bit and reached in for my dick.
Back in the mid-west town where I grew up, there was no such thing as peep show booths. Yet there I was, walking the streets of downtown San Diego, my cock drooling and the need to jack off. I stepped inside and instantly smelled the disinfectant. As I put my dollars in the token machine I began to second guess if my aroused state was worth being there. No matter.
He picked me up hitchhiking, and I knew from the moment that I slid onto the seat why he had picked me up. I was returning from visiting my girlfriend at college. He was cruising for boys. I knew because of his eyes. They were wide open, as if they saw everything about me, but behind them there was only lust and begging. As soon as I he looked at me, I knew that I would let him.
Peacefully, not waking me up. Your smell was still there, in our bed, surrounding me like a good omen for the days to come. I took off my clothes slowly, pretending you are there. I closed my eyes and touched my lips with the tip of my fingers. Gently. I played with the lobe of my ear, as I left the other hand explore my chest. Caressing, then pinching one nipple. Yes, as if you were there.
I mean, it was always in the back of my mind, but consciously, I never really thought about it. I knew I liked women, and that was always good enough as far as I was concerned. But it was this summer that I had been "introduced" to sex with other guys, and I found that I started to notice them more often. One that I noticed in particular was our neighbor across the road, Jake.
When I started my love affair with dick it was right when aids was discovered. Consequently, my need to stay disease free kept me from having any of those cocks feed me their sperm. I experimented with eating my loads, and found that I thoroughly enjoy tasting and swallowing it. I had badly wanted for a long time to take a guys load down my throat, but I was always safe.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
After what happened two weeks ago, it's hard for me to take a leak without a hard-on developing. It's complicated to aim when you're kinda stiff most of the time. It's kinda like when you first wake up and always have that semi-hard dick.
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