A good many years ago, I was assigned by my boss to look into computer bulletin board systems. We were bidding on a contract that required us to put a BBS into place, and none of had any experience with such things. So with my boss's blessing, I sat down to my computer and decided to begin exploring what the BBS board world had to offer. The local computer handout mag had a pretty complete listing of numbers in the back. After trying a few pretty ordinary boards, I began to notice the numbers of some all-gay boards. Remember they told me I should do it! So I began to sign onto several of these... The basic rule of BBSing, I've figured out later, is marketing. How do you present yourself in cyberspace so that you'll appeal to those you want. A pretty good rule, I've found is that most people subtract five years and ten pounds, and add two inches...but I was new then, and I was honest. Not that I had anything to be ashamed of. In my mid-thirties, I had the taut muscles and the blond hair that came with swimming a mile every day, and a solid seven and a half inches when I was interested.
If I could be honest, why couldn't everyone else...? Well, as you may imagine, I had a couple of Dates from Hell the first times out on the board. How could someone who sounded so neat and sexy on the screen turn out to be this old troll, lurching toward me in the bar where we'd agreed to meet? Or this total nerd complete with pocket protector, with the little drool while we talked and I looked around for the exit? Anyway, after a couple of these, I was getting a bit skeptical. About this point, my boss told me that I had to make a quick trip to Los Angeles. I'd found a board in LA that at least sounded like it had some pretty hot guys on it, though I was developing a bit of healthy skepticism about self-advertising. As I signed on the night before I was to leave for LA, I was hoping...but not seriously expecting. Right away I found myself paged by someone called CHIPPER. The name intrigued me, since as a kid I'd had a friend by that name with whom I got introduced to the tender pleasures of adolescent cock sucking. Obviously different, but I did have a sore spot for the name...and this one sounded real hot.
His description identified him as 5'11, 160, blond...and 8 inches! Size isn't everything with me...but like for most of us if we're honest, it damn well doesn't hurt! Anyway, I answered him and we got to chatting. We shared some of our previous experiences...and eventually got down to what we both liked. Turned out that we were real compatible...basically, there wasn't much of anything we DIDN'T like...The upshot was that we made a date for a couple of nights off. He'd come by my hotel and we'd take it from there. The trip was easy and the day's work went by pretty fast...of course, by the end of the day, I was so anticipating the evening that it was lucky I was wearing dark pants...the moist spot would have been a dead giveaway in khakis! Back at the hotel, I stripped down, showered, douched out, and pulled on a tight white T-shirt and a pair of white gym shorts. I figured that if we went out, I'd be OK in sunny LA...and if not, it'd come off easy. The knock on the door came about five minutes early. I set down the drink I'd been working on and opened up. My God, this certainly made up for all the previous trolls! He was just as advertised, and more...tight muscles under his tank top, curly blond hair, tanned and smiling face, firm thighs with a fine cover of blond hair over the smoothest-looking skin I'd seen in ages...and the tell-tale bulge in his spandex shorts that told me he'd had a long day of anticipation as well... "Come in," I said. His smile widened, and he heaved a sigh of relief as he walked in. "God'" he said, "I hoped you were real - - and you certainly are!" His eyes traveled up and down my body, and I felt the familiar tightness in my groin that told me he was striking a nerve.
We both laughed, and stood a minute eyeing each other. "A drink?" I offered? "Sure," he replied, and I poured him a bourbon on the rocks as I freshened mine. Already off to a good start...a common taste for good bourbon. Could a taste for good cum be far behind? We talked idly for a bit about the city, the weather, work things...but we could both feel that the tension build between us, and we savored what was coming. I stood up, walked behind his chair. His eyes followed me, and as I passed behind him, his head tilted backwards and his shock of wavy hair fell back. I bent forward and our lips met...tentatively at first, then, with what seemed a great rush, we opened to each other. Our tongues met, entwined, pushed past each other...inhaling the sweetness of his breath and feeling his tongue reach around for the secret places in my mouth left me suddenly loose and relaxed. My hands went into his tank top and found his tits, already enlarged and almost vibrating. I ran my palms over them gently, then as he shivered slightly, I took them between thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze and roll them back and forth...he let out a little extra sigh, leaned back against me further, and inhaled my tongue even deeper. Suddenly he reached back, and his hand grabbed my arm.
I found myself pulled around and swung into his lap as he sat there. His strong arms went around me and pulled me to his chest. With one swift yank he'd torn off my shirt (well, it was a LITTLE torn earlier...) and his mouth found my left tit. His teeth began to bite in, and I squirmed in his arms...but I certainly wasn't going anywhere, not with him holding me like that...and the pleasure that came with the pain rose up and blotted out anything else. A soft roaring filled my ears, and I realized that I was arching back to give him full access... Quickly he stood, and with a movement worthy of a dancer twisted me around and full length across the bed. Lying on my back, I was very much aware of how my shorts were tenting up...and the Lycra left little of him to the imagination either. Pulling off his shirt, he straddled me on the bed. His hands began to move up and down my chest, now pulling at my tits, now sliding down toward my navel and into the waist of my shorts. Well, he'd surprised me enough...now was his turn. Levering my body up, I tilted him back onto his...and the tables were turned. Now I slipped down and began to work his cock with my lips and teeth through the hardly confining spandex. He groaned slightly, and arched his back up to press his hardness into my eager mouth.
A few minutes of this was all I could take...a quick tug on his waistband and his full eight inches popped free, throbbing after its confinement in the now-wet spandex. A moment to appreciate its visual qualities...now it was taste that mattered! Opening wide, I took him in, running my tongue up and down his shaft and around the tightly engorged cockhead as my lips opened to take him into my throat. Down, down...was this cock never going to reach bottom? As my lips buried themselves in his tightly curled blond bush, I realized that for the first time ever, I'd taken the full length of the biggest dick I'd ever had in my hands...Goddamn, I muttered to myself through the thick meat I was swallowing, goddamn, goddamn Now he was grabbing the back of my head and pulling me up and down his length...frantically I tongued him as the first drops of pre-cum began to ooze out...the salty sweetness drove me nearly wild, and I bucked up and down his cock making little oohing noises. Suddenly I was flipped back on my back again, he was face-fucking me hard and fast...I opened up and let him call the shots now. I could feel him tensing... But he wasn't ready to take it too far, too fast...He slipped down, and with one smooth motion had my shorts off and his mouth firmly around my throbbing cock. I can't imagine ever being so hard in my life! And he was GOOD! Little up and down motions, great tongue action, now suction, now release...I was flying to the goddamn MOON!
Now I had his full attention...my hips started to move up and down, thrusting in and out in time with his bobbing head. Gradually, we both slowed, sensing together what was coming...his dick, now shiny with spit and pre-cum, bounced against his tight belly, as he reached back for my ankles and swiftly lifted them up onto his shoulders. I felt his fingers, now slicked with the lube I'd carefully positioned on the night stand, begin to reach for my waiting ass. Arching back to give his full access, I waited for him... Now I felt his cockhead begin to tease my hole. Moving a little in, then out, till I thought I'd die! Bucking up, I felt him get the knob through the tight muscle ring...the familiar warmth began to spread up through my guts as I felt him slide with one long smooth stroke into my hole...I bore down, and heard his momentary gasp as my ass clasped his full length like an internal hand, pulling him into me... Now he set up a pattern of strokes -- short, long, short, long. As he fucked my butt, one hand worked my tits, the other wrapped firmly around my ball-sack and pulled and worked them with a steady motion. My dick bounced against my belly, back and forth...now I felt him pick up the pace, his breathing shallower and faster, his head thrown back, mouth open...with a final mighty deep lunge, he screamed as I felt his warm cum erupt into my bowels. I arched my back up to take his full length as he thrust again and again as hard as he could against my ass...then more slowly, as he slumped back on the bed, pulling me forward to lie against him...
A moment's rest...then it was my turn! As he turned onto his stomach raising his gorgeous tanned ass muscles up to me, I parted his legs and got a good look as his puckered red hole. I bent forward and ran my tongue around it, then with little short jabs I began to penetrate the muscle, feeling his tightness against my tongue... Enough preliminaries...a splash of the waiting lube, and I positioned my dick at his gate. No fancy stuff now...I was too hot and ready, and so was he! A quick plunge and I was buried to the hilt in his canal, so hot and wet and firm around me. I rode him as hard as I could, and he took it all and more, bucking his ass up to pull me in, then almost expelling me on the out stroke. I felt the tension building in my balls and the base of my dick, and I knew that I was ready. Falling forward, I reached around him, and pulled his chest firmly against me...As we came together full length all along our bodies, my legs hooked into his, feeling him every inch along each other, I poured myself into him in floods...he clamped down on my cock, milking out the last drops that fell forward as I pulled back and dropped to the bed beside him... Later, after a great dinner and another full go-around, I saw him to the door...flopping back on the bed and pouring myself a nightcap, I suddenly became aware that all through this scene, the curtains of my hotel room had been open...and there, across the courtyard, in the room facing there was a guy standing at his window, looking across at me...and putting down his binoculars on the table.
If I could be honest, why couldn't everyone else...? Well, as you may imagine, I had a couple of Dates from Hell the first times out on the board. How could someone who sounded so neat and sexy on the screen turn out to be this old troll, lurching toward me in the bar where we'd agreed to meet? Or this total nerd complete with pocket protector, with the little drool while we talked and I looked around for the exit? Anyway, after a couple of these, I was getting a bit skeptical. About this point, my boss told me that I had to make a quick trip to Los Angeles. I'd found a board in LA that at least sounded like it had some pretty hot guys on it, though I was developing a bit of healthy skepticism about self-advertising. As I signed on the night before I was to leave for LA, I was hoping...but not seriously expecting. Right away I found myself paged by someone called CHIPPER. The name intrigued me, since as a kid I'd had a friend by that name with whom I got introduced to the tender pleasures of adolescent cock sucking. Obviously different, but I did have a sore spot for the name...and this one sounded real hot.
His description identified him as 5'11, 160, blond...and 8 inches! Size isn't everything with me...but like for most of us if we're honest, it damn well doesn't hurt! Anyway, I answered him and we got to chatting. We shared some of our previous experiences...and eventually got down to what we both liked. Turned out that we were real compatible...basically, there wasn't much of anything we DIDN'T like...The upshot was that we made a date for a couple of nights off. He'd come by my hotel and we'd take it from there. The trip was easy and the day's work went by pretty fast...of course, by the end of the day, I was so anticipating the evening that it was lucky I was wearing dark pants...the moist spot would have been a dead giveaway in khakis! Back at the hotel, I stripped down, showered, douched out, and pulled on a tight white T-shirt and a pair of white gym shorts. I figured that if we went out, I'd be OK in sunny LA...and if not, it'd come off easy. The knock on the door came about five minutes early. I set down the drink I'd been working on and opened up. My God, this certainly made up for all the previous trolls! He was just as advertised, and more...tight muscles under his tank top, curly blond hair, tanned and smiling face, firm thighs with a fine cover of blond hair over the smoothest-looking skin I'd seen in ages...and the tell-tale bulge in his spandex shorts that told me he'd had a long day of anticipation as well... "Come in," I said. His smile widened, and he heaved a sigh of relief as he walked in. "God'" he said, "I hoped you were real - - and you certainly are!" His eyes traveled up and down my body, and I felt the familiar tightness in my groin that told me he was striking a nerve.
We both laughed, and stood a minute eyeing each other. "A drink?" I offered? "Sure," he replied, and I poured him a bourbon on the rocks as I freshened mine. Already off to a good start...a common taste for good bourbon. Could a taste for good cum be far behind? We talked idly for a bit about the city, the weather, work things...but we could both feel that the tension build between us, and we savored what was coming. I stood up, walked behind his chair. His eyes followed me, and as I passed behind him, his head tilted backwards and his shock of wavy hair fell back. I bent forward and our lips met...tentatively at first, then, with what seemed a great rush, we opened to each other. Our tongues met, entwined, pushed past each other...inhaling the sweetness of his breath and feeling his tongue reach around for the secret places in my mouth left me suddenly loose and relaxed. My hands went into his tank top and found his tits, already enlarged and almost vibrating. I ran my palms over them gently, then as he shivered slightly, I took them between thumb and forefinger, and began to squeeze and roll them back and forth...he let out a little extra sigh, leaned back against me further, and inhaled my tongue even deeper. Suddenly he reached back, and his hand grabbed my arm.
I found myself pulled around and swung into his lap as he sat there. His strong arms went around me and pulled me to his chest. With one swift yank he'd torn off my shirt (well, it was a LITTLE torn earlier...) and his mouth found my left tit. His teeth began to bite in, and I squirmed in his arms...but I certainly wasn't going anywhere, not with him holding me like that...and the pleasure that came with the pain rose up and blotted out anything else. A soft roaring filled my ears, and I realized that I was arching back to give him full access... Quickly he stood, and with a movement worthy of a dancer twisted me around and full length across the bed. Lying on my back, I was very much aware of how my shorts were tenting up...and the Lycra left little of him to the imagination either. Pulling off his shirt, he straddled me on the bed. His hands began to move up and down my chest, now pulling at my tits, now sliding down toward my navel and into the waist of my shorts. Well, he'd surprised me enough...now was his turn. Levering my body up, I tilted him back onto his...and the tables were turned. Now I slipped down and began to work his cock with my lips and teeth through the hardly confining spandex. He groaned slightly, and arched his back up to press his hardness into my eager mouth.
A few minutes of this was all I could take...a quick tug on his waistband and his full eight inches popped free, throbbing after its confinement in the now-wet spandex. A moment to appreciate its visual qualities...now it was taste that mattered! Opening wide, I took him in, running my tongue up and down his shaft and around the tightly engorged cockhead as my lips opened to take him into my throat. Down, down...was this cock never going to reach bottom? As my lips buried themselves in his tightly curled blond bush, I realized that for the first time ever, I'd taken the full length of the biggest dick I'd ever had in my hands...Goddamn, I muttered to myself through the thick meat I was swallowing, goddamn, goddamn Now he was grabbing the back of my head and pulling me up and down his length...frantically I tongued him as the first drops of pre-cum began to ooze out...the salty sweetness drove me nearly wild, and I bucked up and down his cock making little oohing noises. Suddenly I was flipped back on my back again, he was face-fucking me hard and fast...I opened up and let him call the shots now. I could feel him tensing... But he wasn't ready to take it too far, too fast...He slipped down, and with one smooth motion had my shorts off and his mouth firmly around my throbbing cock. I can't imagine ever being so hard in my life! And he was GOOD! Little up and down motions, great tongue action, now suction, now release...I was flying to the goddamn MOON!
Now I had his full attention...my hips started to move up and down, thrusting in and out in time with his bobbing head. Gradually, we both slowed, sensing together what was coming...his dick, now shiny with spit and pre-cum, bounced against his tight belly, as he reached back for my ankles and swiftly lifted them up onto his shoulders. I felt his fingers, now slicked with the lube I'd carefully positioned on the night stand, begin to reach for my waiting ass. Arching back to give his full access, I waited for him... Now I felt his cockhead begin to tease my hole. Moving a little in, then out, till I thought I'd die! Bucking up, I felt him get the knob through the tight muscle ring...the familiar warmth began to spread up through my guts as I felt him slide with one long smooth stroke into my hole...I bore down, and heard his momentary gasp as my ass clasped his full length like an internal hand, pulling him into me... Now he set up a pattern of strokes -- short, long, short, long. As he fucked my butt, one hand worked my tits, the other wrapped firmly around my ball-sack and pulled and worked them with a steady motion. My dick bounced against my belly, back and forth...now I felt him pick up the pace, his breathing shallower and faster, his head thrown back, mouth open...with a final mighty deep lunge, he screamed as I felt his warm cum erupt into my bowels. I arched my back up to take his full length as he thrust again and again as hard as he could against my ass...then more slowly, as he slumped back on the bed, pulling me forward to lie against him...
A moment's rest...then it was my turn! As he turned onto his stomach raising his gorgeous tanned ass muscles up to me, I parted his legs and got a good look as his puckered red hole. I bent forward and ran my tongue around it, then with little short jabs I began to penetrate the muscle, feeling his tightness against my tongue... Enough preliminaries...a splash of the waiting lube, and I positioned my dick at his gate. No fancy stuff now...I was too hot and ready, and so was he! A quick plunge and I was buried to the hilt in his canal, so hot and wet and firm around me. I rode him as hard as I could, and he took it all and more, bucking his ass up to pull me in, then almost expelling me on the out stroke. I felt the tension building in my balls and the base of my dick, and I knew that I was ready. Falling forward, I reached around him, and pulled his chest firmly against me...As we came together full length all along our bodies, my legs hooked into his, feeling him every inch along each other, I poured myself into him in floods...he clamped down on my cock, milking out the last drops that fell forward as I pulled back and dropped to the bed beside him... Later, after a great dinner and another full go-around, I saw him to the door...flopping back on the bed and pouring myself a nightcap, I suddenly became aware that all through this scene, the curtains of my hotel room had been open...and there, across the courtyard, in the room facing there was a guy standing at his window, looking across at me...and putting down his binoculars on the table.
