FROM STRICTLY BALLROOM TO DIRTY DANCING IN ONE EASY LESSON
Not long ago my girlfriend and I signed up for a ballroom dancing course. The instructor is a young man named Craig. He is tall, slim and graceful. I would guess his age to be about thirty. My girlfriend and I figured he was gay, but that didn't matter to us.
My girlfriend was out of town for a few days, so I went to one of the classes alone. It didn't make any difference since we often switch partners anyway. After class, Craig joined a group of us at the bar for a drink. As the crowd was breaking up, Craig asked if I would give him a ride home since his car was being fixed.
When we got back to his house, Craig invited me in for a drink. I accepted, since it was still early and I was in the mood to keep partying. His apartment was very well-furnished. On the walls were photos of celebrities with whom he had performed. Craig fixed a couple of drinks and turned on the stereo. We sat there talking and drinking for a while.
I went to the bathroom and, when I came out, Craig was nowhere to be found. But a few minutes later he returned, wearing only a white leotard that really showed off his physique, especially his crotch. The considerable size of his dick and balls was very obvious. He explained that he liked to wear leotards at home because they were so comfortable. Then he began to gyrate around the room, striking various ballet positions and doing other dance steps as well. It was fascinating to watch him perform.
“You're my best student,” he said. “Why don't you show me what you can do?” I declined, saying that I would rather watch him.
“From what I can tell,” he said, “you have a good body. I'd love to see you naked—or at least in a pair of leotards. I have another pair you can try on. Don't act shocked,” he went on, flashing a smile. “You must know that I'm gay.”
“I'm not shocked,” I said. “But I'm not gay.”
“Well,” he said, “I'd still love to seduce you.” He looked longingly into my eyes. “Look, I've already got a hard-on.” His prick stretched the front of his leotard. He moved closer to me. His hands squeezed my thighs, and my heart began to pound.
“Come on, at least take off your shirt,” Craig urged. “It's hot in here.” He unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open. I leaned back as he ran a hand over my chest. “Feel good?” he asked. I did not answer, but it felt wonderful.
Craig unbuckled my belt and opened my zipper. He felt inside for my swelling cock. “It's huge,” he murmured. “Let's get these clothes out of the way.” He stood and stripped. His big dick jutted out as he thrust his hips forward. I then raised myself up and allowed him to pull off my pants and briefs. My hard shaft sprang free. It felt strange letting a man undress me. Craig then pulled me to my feet. He put his hands on my waist and our pricks touched. It felt like a bolt of electricity running through my body. I took his hand and let him lead me to his bed.
“Lie back. I'm going to feast on that beautiful bone,” he said. Craig crouched between my spread legs. His strong hands were on my feet, then my ankles, calves and thighs. I wanted him to touch my throbbing dick, but he took his time. He caressed my chest and stomach. I was thrashing about on the bed, my body on fire as he licked every place that his fingers explored. “What do you want me to do now?” he asked.
“Suck my cock,” I said.
My prick was twitching. He nuzzled my balls and sucked each one into his hot mouth. Then he lifted my shaft with his fingers. “I'm going to suck you off, but you'll have to do the same to me. Do we have a deal?”
“Deal,” I said, suddenly hungry for cock.
He licked me from base to knob several times before twirling his tongue around the tip.
“Don't tease me,” I said. “Make me come.”
That was just what Craig wanted to hear. He went at me with vigor, taking my cock all the way into his throat. I humped upward to meet the motions of his bobbing head.
“I'm coming right now!” I screamed. My whole body convulsed as I exploded into Craig's waiting mouth.
Craig kept sucking until I was drained dry. To my amazement, my cock stayed hard. “Okay, now it's your turn to do me,” he said. “In fact, let's do each other. Looks like you've got another orgasm left in you.” With that, he spun us around into a 69. He took my cock back into his expert mouth. I looked at his bone-hard shank, told myself it was now or never, and wrapped my lips around it.
The taste of his flesh made my entire body tingle. I'd never had a dick in my mouth, but at that moment I realized all the fun I'd been missing. It was great to explore the silky surface of his penis. The different textures of his spongy cockhead, smooth shaft and hairy balls were an incredible turn-on. I knew it would be only a minute before I was shooting off once again.
I pressed my face into his groin, taking in only four inches or so of his massive rod. He began to jack off into my mouth as I continued to lick. “Now!” he cried. His cock emptied into my mouth, blast after blast of tangy sperm shooting onto my tongue. Craig's spunk didn't taste foul, as I was afraid it might, so I gladly swallowed it all down.
We got cleaned up and then I left, thanking Craig for introducing me to a whole new way to get off. When my girlfriend returned, I told her all about what Craig and I had done. She was delighted, and said that next time she wants to watch us get it on.—R.P., Charlotte, North Carolina
OLD FRIENDS MEET, TALK ABOUT OLD TIMES, SUCK A LITTLE COCK …
It was late July and I was in Chicago on a business trip. I was heading for the hotel lounge to quench my thirst, when I heard a familiar voice behind me say, “Vince, is that you?”
I turned to see my old college classmate and best friend, Paul. We hadn't seen each other since graduation many years earlier. I wanted him to have a drink with me, but he explained that he had to attend a business dinner that evening. We agreed to meet at the hotel lounge at midnight.
I got there at about midnight and had several drinks at the bar while waiting for Paul. By one in the morning he still had not arrived, and I was getting drunk, so I headed upstairs to my room.
I was just climbing into bed when there was a knock at the door. It was Paul, explaining that he'd had to meet with his boss after dinner and apologizing for not showing up at the lounge. Since we were in the same hotel, he decided to drop by and see if I was still awake. I noticed that he had an unopened bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bucket of ice in the other.
I was wearing only my boxer shorts, and reached for my pants as Paul poured us two drinks. “No need to dress,” he said. “I'm not modest.” I certainly didn't need another whiskey, but I took it anyway. I leaned back against the head of the bed, and Paul sprawled himself across the foot.
We talked for over an hour, until I got so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open. As I started nodding, out, Paul began to massage my feet. It was very relaxing. Then I must have dozed off, because when I came to a few minutes later, he was rubbing my calves.
“I thought I'd lost you,” he said, rubbing my leg. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” I mumbled. “But if you keep it up, it's going to make my dick hard.”
“Good,” he said. “Relax and enjoy.” He placed my foot against his crotch and began to rub my thighs. My cock began to swell in my shorts. In a few minutes I felt Paul's hand on my crotch. He started lightly stroking my dick.
Paul got up and undressed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, but actually I peeked at him while he stripped. His body was strong and firm, a work of art. He came over, sat beside me and carefully removed my shorts. His fingers tickled my balls, and my already hard cock lurched in response. Pre-come oozed out. He lifted my dick and licked off the clear drops of sperm.
“It's beautiful,” he whispered. “I'm going to suck you off. I've wanted to blow you ever since we were in school. You like it when a man sucks your cock, don't you?” he asked. I moaned my approval.
Paul ran his hands over my chest and stomach, making me even more aroused. He blew hot breath on my cock and balls. I twisted and turned bu
t did not resist.
“Relax and let me please you,” he murmured. He held my rod and took the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled all over the turgid flesh, and his lips tightened around the shaft. I couldn't help but thrust upward into his mouth as he sucked. He was driving me crazy with lust. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pushed his head down. He pumped the base of my cock with one hand and caressed my balls with the other. Every nerve in my body tingled, and my dick felt as though it might burst.
Paul could tell I was about to come, so he removed his mouth and squeezed my cock with his fist. Soon he began to suck again, and this time I could no longer hold back. My juices begged for release. My prick jerked in Paul's mouth as he sucked on all seven solid inches. I could feel the knob pushing against his throat. My body convulsed, and I shot my load into his mouth. He continued to suck until my cock was fully drained and beginning to soften.
Paul turned off the light and lay beside me. “I know you liked that,” he whispered. He held my cock in his strong hand as we fell asleep.—V.T., Columbia, South Carolina
DORM BUDDIES: WHY JUST SHARE A ROOM WHEN YOU CAN SHARE EACH OTHER?
I am a nineteen-year-old student and, like all young men my age, have an ever-present, overwhelming thirst for sex. In my first year of college my roommate Kenny and I spent much of our time commiserating about how tough it was for freshmen to get laid. Most weekend nights we would come back to our room without having boned anyone. We'd stay up all night, smoking dope and complaining about how horny we were.
One night after the usual dead-end search for pussy, we returned to our room. Kenny said he was so horny that if he jerked off, he would probably come in less than a minute.
As we turned off the lights, Kenny asked me how long I thought I'd last if I jerked off. I told him I suspected that I wouldn't last a minute either. He said that although he was dying to come, he wanted to see how many times he could get himself to the brink of orgasm and then stop, in order to intensify the pleasure. I felt awkward about discussing masturbation in such detail, though, and stopped talking.
I was restless and could not sleep. I lay in bed for at least ten minutes, thinking about our conversation. I had a major hard-on and wanted to jerk off, but was too nervous to consider jerking off in the same room with Kenny, even while he was asleep.
After a while I heard Kenny turn over and pull his covers down. I could see his silhouette, and could see that he had pulled down his shorts. He had a tremendous hard-on sticking straight up in the air. He must have assumed that I was asleep, because he immediately started to stroke his erection. My dick was hard as a lead pipe as I watched his hand slide up and down his six-inch shaft. I could feel his sense of urgency as his strokes became more intense.
From the speed of his strokes, it was obvious that he was about to shoot his wad. But just when I was sure he was at the point of no return, he stopped. He waited about half a minute, then gripped his penis and slowly started to pump his shaft once more. I could hear the rhythmic strokes as his hand slipped up and down the full length of his manhood. He pumped his cock right to the brink of orgasm, then he stopped once again. Even though I was across the room, I could sense the incredible energy that was building up inside him.
Kenny started jerking off for the third time. He must have finally reached his limit because he went ballistic, pulling his pud with wild, feverish strokes. His hand was a blur as it slid from the base of his pole to the tip. He raised his butt off the bed and arched his back as he frantically pounded his tool. Every muscle in his body tightened as his load squirted into his palm. My cock throbbed feverishly as he continued to milk his member long after the last drop of come had oozed out. After leaning back into his pillow for a few moments to recover, he got up, washed his hands and then went back to bed and slept.
As soon as I thought he was sleeping, I pulled down my covers, pulled my shorts down to my knees and grabbed my aching dick. The thought of disciplining myself to stop just before I shot my load was out of the question! I was so excited that I came in only about ten strokes. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
The very next night we went out and partied at a local heavy-metal club. We both met attractive girls. They wouldn't come back to our dorm room to get high, but they did say they might do so in the future. After Kenny and I dropped them off at their dorm, we went home, excited by the prospect of fucking these two lovely ladies sometime soon.
After the lights were out, I couldn't wait for Kenny to fall asleep so I could jerk off. His breathing soon became slow and barely audible. I figured he was asleep and that it was safe to beat my meat. I slid my shorts down and started to rub my throbbing penis. As my excitement grew, I decided to try to stop just before my orgasm to extend my pleasure, the way I'd secretly observed Kenny doing the night before. My stroke was rapid and my heart was racing. My balls started to tighten as I approached orgasm, Just as I felt my groin begin to spasm. I forced myself to stop—and just in time too. The feeling of holding off orgasm at the last second was so intense, I couldn't resist doing it again.
I took my hand off my cock, closed my eyes and let myself settle down. Just before I was going to start pumping again, I felt a warm hand grip my penis and begin stroking it. I was startled to realize that Kenny must have been watching me jerk off. Now he'd quietly snuck over and was kneeling beside my bed in the dark, jerking me off! Without saying a word, I lay back and enjoyed it.
Kenny expertly played with my penis. His hand slid up and down my shaft, and he pulled the skin up over the tip of the very sensitive head. I was surprised at how unashamed I was to have a man yank me off.
The next thing I knew, Kenny slipped into bed with me. I could feel the warmth of his naked body. A thrill shot through me as his rock-hard penis touched mine. My excitement got the best of me. I ran my hands up and down his muscular chest, and felt him tremble with excitement as I ran my fingers through his kinky pubic hair and gently squeezed his big, sperm-filled balls. I wrapped my hand around his prick and pumped it up and down. He grabbed my member again and matched my movements stroke-for-stroke.
We explored each other's cock and balls, taking each other to the brink of climax several times. After about half an hour of this, I sensed that we both were ready to come. As I felt my balls tighten, I could feel Kenny's body quiver with anticipation. We both were trembling as we pulled each other to climax. Kenny's hard penis pulsed several thick jets of sperm into my hand. In turn, his hand was the recipient of my own creamy love-milk.
We were so exhausted from the workout that we fell right asleep. When we woke the next morning, we decided that we would never repeat our experience of the previous night, but we agreed that we were glad it happened once.—Name and address withheld
THE ONLY SINGLES BAR HE'LL EVER NEED IS RIGHT BETWEEN HIS LEGS
I am forty years old and recently divorced. My sex life over the past decade has been quite ordinary, with the frequency of sexual activity much lower than I care to admit. This has been due to my having committed myself to career advancement, civic responsibilities and raising a family. I don't have any regrets about the life I've chosen, but I'm amazed at how much I've changed since I went to college in the early 1970s.
I attended a very small, liberal, four-year school in New England. Drug use and sexual experimentation were the norm then, and I experienced everything I could. My hard cock found its way into a wide variety of things ranging from men and women to fruits and vegetables. Many nights were spent in dark rooms in the midst of some sort of group grope, being rubbed, licked, sucked, stroked and fucked to orgasm by the hands, mouths, feet and genitalia of males and females alike.
Anyway, I thought those adventurous days were behind me. My attention and energy had been redirected to the more serious pursuits of career and security. But a couple of things have happened since my recent divorce that have made me realize I haven't changed all that much.
As a newly single man, I had to find a place to live. I app
roached a male friend of mine who is my age and has never been married. He agreed to let me move into his apartment with him. Joel is a landscaper and a triathlete. Although he is in his early forties, he has the body of a twenty-year-old. I run twenty-five miles a week, so I'm in great shape myself. Joel is proud of his body, and spends much of the time at home in his boxer shorts or totally nude. He never gets dressed in the morning until he has to go out. I found this odd at first, but grew quite used to it within a few weeks. In fact, I took up nudism in the apartment too, and found it to be a lot of fun.
When I first moved in, Joel and I talked a lot about lifestyles, philosophies, sexual experiences and the common bond we shared: keeping our bodies healthy through rigorous exercise. Joel's girlfriend, Wanda, is a beautiful blonde who is always tan and is also quite athletic. Joel asked me to help give Wanda a special birthday present: a ménage à trois! I surprised myself by quickly agreeing. I knew it would be a fun experience for all of us. Joel set the stage for the evening's activities. It was to be a surprise for Wanda, who had years earlier mentioned to Joel that her biggest fantasy was to enjoy two men at the same time. The plan was this: Joel and Wanda would go out to dinner, then return to our apartment at midnight. I was to stay at home and get into Joel's bed before midnight. I bought a large bottle of red wine and rented three X-rated videos in preparation for the big night. I got into Joel's bed at about nine o'clock, drinking wine and watching the videos.
Joel had made up the bed with black satin sheets. They felt terrific against my nude body. All three videos I'd rented were bisexual films. I drank wine and watched these films for two and a half hours. My prick never went soft! On several occasions the action on-screen got me so hot that I thought I would have to jerk off to relieve the sexual tension. But I wanted to save my big load for Wanda, so I held off.
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