Hot Frottage session: Clash of the Titans “Huge” is the only way I could describe his thighs, like tree trunks, monument pillars, these things were amazing. “He” is a body builder I met at my local gym a couple months ago. He was 6” 2 235 lbs of pure black muscle. His muscle had that soft puffy look like an off-season bodybuilder before they cut down on their carb intake before...
Mike and I had first met through one of those adult male sites online when he responded to my profile. He had written indicating that he was curious about what I might have to offer. I had written that I had a discreet place to play, was very oral, and wanted to service mature guys age 45+. When Mike wrote he indicated that he lived in the same town and he hoped that would not be a problem....
I had received a phone call from two friends around eleven in the morning on that Saturday, an impromptu invitation to a concert. Another friend had suffered a devastating break-up and the person designated for the third ticket had stayed behind to console her. I never paid much attention to music, just not that interested, I guess. I picked up some likes and dislikes here and there, listened...
This is for a friend...South Atlanta...C... After my first couple of encounters, I could not get over the desires of gay sex and it has been bothering me for quite some time. So again while on the websites doing computer projects, I chanced upon how to use MIRC. I am not an expert in all computer software and needed help too. So asked a friend how to use it, and he taught me one week later. ...
Like many from the "Baby Boomer" era, I grew up in total denial of my true sexuality. Like many I experimented with other boys during puberty and thought that like them, I would grow out of it, so to speak as time went by. To some degree, that did come to pass. Raised in a strict religious setting, I had many taboos against me from the start. In my own mind, I never saw anything wrong with...
It was a typical rainy Monday morning. I was running late for a meeting. I had just arrived in town and had to wait for a cab at the airport. There was no time to go to my hotel and check my bags so I would have to take them in with me. I arrived at the Shaw building about 10 minutes before I was due to do my presentation. I dashed into the bathroom in the lobby to take a leak and freshen up a...
“Heya, Mr. B!” Reese rolled his mail cart into my office. He was looking as cute as ever. It would have been nice to have another go at him, but we had had our moment and that was that. We’d decided to be friends and coworkers and nothing more – and I was content with that. That didn’t mean I couldn’t stare and dream, though. “Good morning, Reese,” I said, returning my attention to the...
Thanks for the great response to "My first Massage" story. This is also a true story. After being turned on to that great massage with Alex in NYC, I looked for a good masseur back home. After trying a few that just were not up to par, I finally found Rick. He is a beautiful muscular masseur at a local day spa. When I made the appointment I didn't know what to expect, but when Rick walked...
I had several jobs around the house to do so I decided to head out early to my favorite home improvement store. The place is huge and it sits just on the other side of my favorite forest preserve. When they were building this place there was an endless stream of hot and horny construction workers who would be out in the woods looking for some man lovin' after work. I used to sit in those woods...
One of the many perks of my promotion is that it allowed me more time to do things that I had neglected over the years, like unpacking the boxes in my condo, hanging out with old high school and college buddies, and spending time with my parents. I love my parents very much and it always bothered me that I only got to see them a couple weeks out of the year, so I decided to spend my first...
What a gorgeous specimen!! I’d never delighted in something so magnificent and breathtaking in all my life. As I ran my hands over that steel-hard body, I could feel the power lying beneath and it made me hard thinking about how incredible the ride was going to be. But I was getting ahead of myself. It isn’t every day that one is in the presence of such beauty; every minute should be drawn...
This is a weird, and true, story: Okay. College. Winter Quarter. I had my own private room in a men's dorm building--my previous roommate had dropped out over the break. It's fairly late, maybe midnight or so, and I'm lying in bed somewhere between sleepy and horny. Knock at the door. It's Steve, a guy who lives on the floor above me. Being naked, I speak to him through the closed...
As I start this I need to clarify a few points. I am very much in the closet and no one who personally knows me, has any idea I am bi or really get excited when it comes to being around men. Other than a few encounters from when I was growing up, about 5 at rest areas, maybe 5 in college and one gay bath house experience, I have been totally straight acting. Being married and with a family and...
The characters in this story are fictional and any similarities to actual events are only wishful thinking on my part. “I waited for you for 30 minutes! Where were you? I gave up and went home!” Stu was really pissed at me. And this is how the story begins. Saturday’s are when I jog. Every time I run through the gay district I get whistles. I’m usually wearing runners, no socks, navy...
In his mind Sengi is yelling: He tells me to beg for it! Here is this guy who has just picked me up and who has, in just the couple of hours we've been together, become my sun and moon--can't he see that my stiff one and my kisses shout, "Fuck me, fuck me, give it to me all the way!!"? I came to America to find this fucker, so what's he want? I'm so ready I could cum just looking...
"How do we do it?" Sengi wanted to know steps 1,2,3 about getting his buns socked with my cock. He should have read more porn mags or something, but sitting there on the corner of his bed with him, he had has hand wrapped around the thing that was going to bust apart his conservative good-boy reality. We were sharing a piece of traditional Indian cake he had gotten at the Indian...
Sengi had just shot a big load of cum into my mouth, the kind of load that comes from a virgin who is so hot he can't hold it back and he comes before his time. I swallowed his cum-shot slowly, in a large move of my mouth around his cock--swallowing his premature ejaculation in a way that made him feel large and complete. In my mouth this clean and intelligent Indian boy who had...
Jimmy was the grandson of an immigrant Irishman who made his living as a roofer and became a Communist labor organizer in that trade. He was a man who rolled his own cigarettes. A gentle man, he had a sense of humor and a sense of place, that is, he knew what was the right thing to do and he did it without drawing attention to himself. Jimmy's father was the reserved kind of man...
Sengi is a Japanese name. Sengi is the grandson of a Japanese soldier who lay wounded in the slaughter of Japanese troops occupying Manchuria in China in 1945 when the Soviets set 40 divisions against them. Like so many Japanese whose sense of shame and honor called for suicide rather than defeat, Sengi's grandfather would have put him to that test of manhood. It was not to be....
Sengi was a person who stopped my heart. I picked him up at the University of Pennsylvania Fine Arts Library, but now at the door of his efficiency apartment, located on the 3rd floor of a fine old Victorian house that was so typical of Powelton Village, we had walked four blocks together. Walking with a guy who has drawn you to him and has invited you to join him is walking as an...
We were seated in a section of the library on campus where they had comfortable leather chairs that both rocked and swiveled. Intended for those who have a lot of heavy reading to do, the area was quite private and I got in the habit of visiting this seating to do a little recreational tricking. I like Oriental guys and Indians. It's tougher to approach the guys from India and when ...
I have several stories to tell of over 20 years of traveling on the road for work. This is my first story and most memorable true experience. I was just starting out with my new job, two years out of college, married and doing well with my career. I was going to be traveling 80-90 percent of the time, which suited me just fine. I had checked into my hotel, one of the types where...
My trip out of town on business was coupled with a contact I had made on the Internet in the city to which I was traveling. In scanning the ads for men, I came across one that caught my eye. He was an older fellow, probably early 50's, who claimed to have 8+ inches of manmeat that needed sucking. Now being a devoted cocksucker, I was very interested in making his acquaintance. He...
This is a true story that happened to me when I got my first massage. I was in NYC on my first business trip to the big city and my hormones were raging. I decided I was going to treat myself to a big city massage and was hoping for some big city surprises. I have a very stressful job and was told a good massage can really relax you. I always keep in good shape: I’m 5'10", 165...
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