“I’m coming,” I moaned. “Take it, eat it, drink it all, suck it all out.”
My balls tightened and I shot my load deep down his throat. Rick kept on sucking until I became limp, then pulled away. I was about to pass out. Rick stood and pumped his cock, shooting big globs of come on my belly. I awoke late the next morning, naked, with a hard-on. Rick was sitting on the edge of the couch wearing only his briefs, gazing at me. “You feel like talking about what happened last night, or do you just want to forget it?” he asked. “I’m bisexual, as you now know, and I’ve wanted this to happen ever since I first saw you at the gym. You’re probably confused right now.”
“No, no, Rick. I’m fine.”
Rick dressed, leaned over and patted my dick. “Hope to see you later, big boy. Don’t forget our tennis match tomorrow,” he said as he left.
I turned over and went back to sleep, trying to get over my hangover.—A.S., Jekyll Island, Georgia
LOVING BOYS SPOIL THEMSELVES WITH SPARE ROD
I met Tony two months ago. He is nineteen, blond and cute. I get a hard-on just looking at his face, but with his loose-fitting clothes it was hard to tell what his body was like. We got to know each other after a couple of weeks, and I started to believe that he liked me. On Friday he asked me to come over after work to drink some beer in the hot sun. I put on my worn-out jean shorts, the ones with a few holes in the ass. I didn’t wear a shirt.
When I got there he was washing his car. When he walked around the car to greet me, I was shocked to see his nearly naked body for the first time. He was awesome, standing there in his skimpy swim trunks. He got me a beer and started washing his car some more. Watching his tall, lean, muscular body scrub his car was giving me a hard-on. I started to help him dry the car off— he did the sides and I did the roof. He was squatting next to me by the door when he grabbed my ass and pushed me over, telling me to move. He kept drying, moving over towards me as I worked on the trunk.
When he stood up, he brushed his ass against my leg. Then I felt his finger through the holes in my shorts, feeling my ass. I grabbed his hard-on and looked him in the eyes. He smiled and so did I. He said we should go in the house and cool off. We sat on the couch and he turned to me and started rubbing my muscular chest and shoulders. I started feeling his awesome chest and smooth nipples. Suddenly we started kissing like crazy. Then Tony said, “Let’s get naked.”
We went into his bedroom, stripped and jumped into his bed. I felt his smooth ass-cheeks and almost came. He started feeling my ass and said he wanted a closer look. He crawled around so we were in a 69 position and took my thick seven-inch cock in his mouth.
I got between his legs and started sucking his long, eight-inch cock. It tasted great. His blond pubic hair and tight balls drove me over the edge. I started shooting my wad into his mouth. Almost instantly he blew his load into my mouth, and we sucked each other’s pulsing cocks dry.
Then we went downstairs to drink some more beer. After a couple of beers, Tony wanted to take a shower with me. We hugged and kissed while getting wet. He said I was going to force the air out of him, I was hugging and squeezing him so hard. So I loosened up my embrace. We decided to wash each other. While he washed his hair, I did the rest.
It was great washing his chest and nipples, but when I washed his firm smooth buns I almost came. Then he turned around and I washed his blond pubic hairs and long hard cock and balls. Then I did my hair and Tony washed every place on my body, not missing anything. We got out and dried each other off, then back to his bed we went. It wasn’t long before he had my cock down his throat and I had his down mine. I asked him if he’d ever fucked anybody up the ass before. He said no, and asked me the same. I told him he was my first taste of male meat.
“I wonder if it feels good,” he mused. “Taking it up the ass, I mean.”
I told him to get some lubricant, and when he came back he lay on his stomach, his muscular back and cute little buns making my cock rock-hard. I got down and started to lick between his ass-cheeks. He moaned as I licked his asshole. Then I got the lube and started rubbing it into his asshole and onto my cock. I rubbed my cock up and down his crack, then found his opening and started pushing.
After the head slid into his ass, I paused. He moaned as I worked my cock into his incredibly tight ass. I lay down on top of him, hooked my arms under his, grabbed his shoulders and started fucking him hard up the ass. He said it felt great and told me to go deeper. I tried to pick up the pace, but I blew my load up his ass after only five minutes of pumping.
He turned over and his come was all over the bed, his cock and his stomach. I licked him clean. Then we started kissing. It was great rubbing our sweaty chests together, trying to line my nipples up with his, while at the same time rubbing our cocks together. It wasn’t long before we were rock-hard again.
We rolled over so that Tony was on top. He started licking his way down my chest and stomach to my belly button. He then took my cock and started to deep-throat it. I almost came again, but he pulled his mouth away just in time. He licked my balls, then grabbed my firm ass-cheeks. I spread and lifted my legs and he buried his face between my buns, licking my asshole. Then he grabbed the lube off the headboard and started greasing my ass-hole and his cock. He pushed my legs back and put a pillow under my ass. I took his cock and guided it in. He pushed the head of his cock in, then buried it in one push.
He started fucking my ass nice and slow at first, but soon he was pounding away. The sensation of having Tony’s hot, smooth cock up my ass was so intense I started shooting my wad all over my chest and stomach. My asshole must have been contracting with each squirt, because Tony moaned louder and pounded my ass faster. Then I felt his cock coming deep up my ass. It was great.
Both of our assholes were sore the next day, so we resorted to blowing each other for the rest of the weekend.—Name and address withheld
HAPPY WITH HIS GIRL BUT ALWAYS READY FOR THE RIGHT GUY
I am a twenty-eight-year-old single male who used to consider himself strictly heterosexual. I realize now that during adolescence I was attracted to certain boys because of their looks, personalities and physical abilities.
I was involved in mutual masturbation sessions with a couple of neighborhood friends in high school, but that was when girls were the sole object of my desires and wet dreams.
In college I had a steady girlfriend; we fucked like rabbits for a year and I was devastated when she transferred to a school on the west coast. All through high school and college I seemed to attract the attention of gays, primarily because of my interest in dance and theater, but I ignored them and sought the company of the females in the drama department and elsewhere.
There was only one guy who really stuck out in my mind as someone for whom I felt more than the usual feelings I had about guys who were my friends. His name was Mark.
Mark and I met when we were seniors. He had transferred from another school. He was tall, dark and handsome—built like an Olympic swimmer.
We had summer jobs at a beach resort and shared a room in a cottage nearby. We would work until well after eleven in the evening, and we usually came home exhausted. I often had a date on my nights off and when I returned to the cottage Mark would be lying on the bed reading, usually just wearing his underpants. He would greet me with a hearty, “Well, did you get laid?”
My answer was “No” more often than it was “Yes.” One night I staggered in so drunk that I tripped over the breakfast table and fell on the floor. Mark laughed and said, “We’d better put you to bed before you break the furniture.”
Even drunk I realized that he was feeling me up as he removed my shirt, shoes and pants. It felt good. I didn’t resist when he pulled off my briefs. He put me into my bed and turned off the lights. During the night I woke up to find that Mark had crawled in bed with me. His body was pressed against my back; his arm was draped over my waist and I could feel his hard cock against my buttocks.
I pretended to be asle
ep as he stroked my cock to its full size. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. “Paul, Paul,” he whispered in my ear. “Let me suck you off.” I couldn’t speak, but moaned and turned onto my back as an invitation for him to grant me some sexual release.
Mark caressed my torso from neck to crotch; he nibbled my nipples and tongued my navel, then sucked on my cockhead. It seemed like only a minute before I shot my load into his mouth. Drained, I drifted into sleep.
As we got out of bed in the morning Mark asked, “Are you upset about what happened last night? Want to talk about it?”
“I wanted it to happen,” I said. “You must know that I’m attracted to you. What took you so long to make a move?”
“I was afraid of making you mad,” he answered.
I was sitting naked on the side of the bed. “Come here a minute,” I said.
He stood in front of me wearing only boxer shorts. Without hesitation I pulled his briefs down and fondled his dick and balls, making him hard as a bat. Then I pumped his cock until he spurted wads of come onto the floor.
We had sex fairly often after that. I finally gave him a blowjob as the summer ended and we parted ways.
I didn’t have another gay experience until I met John years later.
We worked in different departments of the same large company and even though I had a steady girlfriend at the time, I was sexually attracted to him almost immediately. When I first saw him in the cafeteria, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He was six feet tall, slim, black-haired, a very outdoors-type and masculine-looking guy. I finally met him when we were selected to attend a brief training course together in Toronto.
John picked me up the following Sunday morning. The drive was long and would have been boring except for the conversation. We talked of our education, work and interests and found we had much in common.
We checked into the hotel and as we unpacked, John suggested that we go swimming before supper. We grabbed our swimsuits and found we had the pool and dressing room to ourselves. John stripped and put on a tiny bikini. It was hard to keep from staring at his handsome body.
He had long swimmer’s muscles without an ounce of fat. I swam fifteen laps but John swam about thirty without even tiring.
As we sat resting on the edge of the pool, the shape of his cock was clearly defined by the stretched fabric of his bikini, and I had an almost irresistible urge to reach out and touch it.
We swam a while longer and then went to the showers. Watching him soap his big cock made my dick swell. He noticed my staring and the effect it was having.
“Getting a hard-on, huh?” he said, amiably. “We’ll have to take care of that later.” I’m sure I blushed but I couldn’t think of a word to say.
After a couple of drinks and a light supper in the grill, I suggested that we take in a movie. John said that he’d rather relax in the room and watch TV. We stripped to our underwear and stretched out on the beds. There was nothing of interest on the regular channels so we turned on an adult movie on pay-per-view.
It was one of those fun-in-the-sun films showing two sexy couples playing on the beach. The action got hotter when they moved into the nearby house.
They were soon naked and engaged in serious foreplay. John said that there was a glare on the screen from where he was lying and asked if he could move over with me.
“Sure,” I replied. “And I’ll turn off this lamp.” John lay back on the pillow beside me. By this time the couples on the screen were engaged in some serious raw sex. One guy was getting a blowjob and the other was giving his girl a tongue lashing. Overwhelmed by the action on the screen and presence of the handsome, nearly naked man lying next to me, I began to get a throbbing, amazingly hard log in the crotch of my underpants.
I glanced over at John and saw that his shorts were poking up also. Shivers ran through my body when John’s leg brushed against mine. “What’s wrong?” he asked, “Are you cold? Let me warm you up.”
His hand moved between my splayed legs and felt my firm cock. “Don’t be embarrassed, I’ve got a hard-on, too. Here, do you want to feel it?”
He put my hand on his erection. “Don’t try to tell me you’ve never had sex with a guy,” he said. “You’re too pretty and spry. With all those guys wanting to fuck you, I know you must have given it a try. Did you like it?”
His fingers ran under my T-shirt and explored my chest. I trembled at his touch, but I didn’t try to stop him. He became bolder and put his hand under the waistband of my shorts and gripped my dick.
God, it felt good. I moaned, “Yes, yes,” and that was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled down my shorts and exposed my pulsating prick. John got up and removed his T-shirt and shorts.
His body was beautiful in the dim light. He leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock. “Get out of your clothes,” he whispered pleadingly. I threw them aside and lay naked awaiting his next move. John spread my legs and sitting over me he pumped my rod with one hand and his own hard cock with the other. Leaning over, he rubbed our dicks together and scraped my chest and stomach with his fingernails.
My every nerve was on fire. “Now I’m going to suck you. You’ve been wanting me to, haven’t you?” he whispered again, this time with more confidence in his voice.
It was a blowjob I’ll never forget. He licked and nibbled on my shaft until it ached for release. He teased the knob with his tongue until I thought I’d go crazy, then stopped and began to lick and suck again. Finally he deep-throated me, burying his nose in my pubic hair as the big wad of my staff bulged his cheeks.
When I yelled that I was about to come, he wormed a long finger into my pliable asshole. My hot juice shot deep into his throat.
I was drained, of course, but he was raring to go. He crawled on top of me and straddled my chest. He held his dick and wiped the pre-come over my face. I refused to take it in my mouth. “Okay, then will you give me a handjob?” he asked.
I teased, tickled and stroked his cock until he tensed and squirted big globs of come, which he proceeded to smear all over my chest.
Sometime during the night he went back to his bed. I awoke when John turned on the shower. He walked out of the bathroom as I crawled naked out of bed. He stood there drying off, staring at me and grinning like he knew something I didn’t. There was silence before he asked, “You didn’t know I was gay, did you?”
“No,” I replied. I honestly had no idea.
“Surprised?”
“Not really.”
“Are you upset because we had sex?”
“No. I wanted it too, but I was afraid to let you know. I spotted you in the cafeteria several weeks before we met. Once in a while a guy attracts me the way you do.”
I moved toward the bathroom but John stopped and embraced me. Our cocks rubbed together and he nuzzled my neck.
“We’ll be together the rest of the week. I won’t force you, but I can teach you a lot about gay sex if you’ll allow me to,” he said.
I was a willing student. Every night we eagerly stripped as soon as we were alone. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The education was exciting. Our bodies joined in every possible way and position. John especially like being fucked in the ass, and I learned how to give an expert blowjob. I think we each came at least twice each night and were ready for more the next day.
The week was over too quickly. John and I see each other occasionally at work, where we continue to be flirtatious and sexy around each other in a very unassuming and subtle way.
For example, if I was bending over at the water fountain drinking water, and if no one was around, John would ease up to my backside and rub his tailored trousers against me, nudging me with a bulge I could feel between his legs.
One Friday afternoon, in a playful mood, I sent him an E-mail message on the computer system at work, asking him to meet me in the men’s room, back stall, corner wall, for the treat of his life.
I sat on the toilet with my feet resting
on the paper dispensers as John eased into the stall. Without a word being said, he whipped out his cock and let me suck him dry right there in the stale, dry atmosphere of the corporate world. I often wonder what would have happened if the CEO had been in the next stall, but luckily everyone had pretty much left for the day when we rendezvoused.
It was a risky deal, nevertheless, and we haven’t done a thing since the restroom episode. Not that it might not happen again in the future, but I am very happy right now with my lady friend.
I realize now that I’ve always been bisexual and wouldn’t change back to being purely straight even if I thought I could. —C.B., Chicago, Illinois
STRAIGHT MAN LOSES IT AT THE MOVIES
Here’s an experience that you might find worthy of inclusion in your “Boys-Boys” section.
I’m a straight, thirty-five-year-old, average-looking businessman. I’m married to a beautiful gal who is equally straight, and we enjoy a super sex life.
Gay sex has always been in the category of “fine for them, but not us.” In other words, live and let live.
That changed about six weeks ago when I found myself out of town on a business trip and had the entire afternoon and evening to myself. About two blocks away from the headquarters of my client, there was a porno-movie house.
I haven’t seen much porn so I paid my five bucks and went inside. It was an old classic movie palace, big, dank and dark. Downstairs were the hetero-sex films on a very large screen, while upstairs, on a walled-off portion of the old balcony, was a smaller theater for gay films.
I watched the straight films for a while until I was quite turned on. Since the theater was nearly empty, I rubbed my erect cock through my pants, and although I was dripping, I didn’t come. I took my hands quickly out of my lap when a guy sat down right next to me.
In an almost empty theater, he picked the seat next to mine, which I assumed was some kind of strategy on his part. I figured I would sit there a couple of minutes, and then move to another more private seat where I could continue my self-indulgence. I didn’t want to appear too obvious about it, however.
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