Digital Switching

As soon as I saw him I felt that old familiar rush of longing inside, like a big hole had just opened in me that only he could fill. Suddenly the rest of the world fell away and the only thing that mattered was how I was going to get him in my life. He was chatting with a group of his friends around one of the displays in the Computers section of the Museum. I was looking up at him through the skylight on between Computers and the Palaeontology section. As he laughed at some joke I couldn't hear (and probably wouldn't have even if there hadn't been twenty feet of slightly musty Museum air between us) his hair caught the light, and he appeared as a merry angel, limned in a golden halo of auburn hair and burnished gold. I felt that rush again, so strong that I felt I would black out, and just stared fixedly up at him. Luckily, the area I was in, the early mammals, was not very popular, because had there been anyone to see me there I would have looked like I'd been struck dumb. As I stood basking in the glow I had seen, a small but vital part of my mind noticed that he was about to leave.

A switch closed in my mind and I took off like a sprinter through the Palaeontology section and up the stairs to keep from losing him. Luckily, he had stopped to look at the digital switching display, so not only did I not lose him but I had a precious few seconds to adjust my clothes and my composure, and saunter up to the display in a study of nonchalance. "Amazing technology, isn't it?" I opened, hoping desperately that the tremble in my voice wasn't too noticeable. "I'll say!" he replied, not looking away from the display. "You could have a million lines into a certain station and it could handle them all, with no noticeable effect on the user!" His dark blue eyes scanned over the information in the display like a child reading a story book, and his expression was one of enrapture. "Really? You mean the main computer wouldn't get confused with all those different lines giving it different inputs at once?"

"Not with this system," he said, in much the same tone a proud parent uses when they say "Not MY child!" "Each line has its own built-in traffic control system, which reports to the main computer how busy the line is and tells it whether it should reroute the data or not. The computer can switch lines in an instant if one gets too busy or there's a security breach." I nodded intelligently. Computers were only a hobby for me, so the conversation had already gone totally beyond me. "Sounds like quite a powerful system." He nodded, still locked into his intellectual congress with the information in the display. "It is. This way the computer doesn't waste precious CPU time on users who aren't doing anything and can cut off in an instant ones who are doing something they shouldn't." Again I nodded, trying to grasp enough of what he was saying to make an intelligent comment.

The seconds ticked by, and i was sure he was about to turn and walk away, totally forgetting me. Finally I blurted out, "That sounds kind of harsh, doesn't it?" He turned and looked at me for the first time, with a surprised expression. Inside I froze. You've blown it, old boy, I thought to myself. Now he thinks you're a total geek or crazy or both. You'll be lucky if he just leaves without notifying any institutions. But his surprised look melted into as he laughed a deep, rich, easy laugh, and chuckled, "I suppose it does, doesn't it!" My own surprise was total, but I had the good sense to laugh along with him. After we had had a good long laugh, he turned to go on to the next display, and gestured for me to follow him. Needless to say, I did. As we moved on, he said warmly, "I get the impression that you're not particularly up on the latest advances in technology." I smiled at him. "Well, no. I use my Internet account and run my applications, but other than that I just accept things on faith, I guess. I just stick to my faithful PC." He chuckled, and said "You really should keep up on the latest advances. You never know when something new will come along which will make your life a lot easier, so it pays to keep your eyes open for new opportunities. Now take this next display, on the new laptops..."

And that was how the rest of the afternoon went. He, the gentle, kind teacher, teaching me more about computers in those few hours than I had known in all my life beforehand, and I the eager student, hanging on his every word. Now I will admit that he could have been talking about the anatomy of the flea and I would have been just as eager, for it wasn't the subject matter that kept me hooked in but the teacher. He obviously loved his subject, and brought to his lessons a contagious enthusiasm, not to mention (I just happened to notice) a kind, expressive face, an ease and grace of motion both hypnotic and relaxing, and a thin but well-muscled frame, like a dancer's.

Every word he said burned into my mind and I drank deeply of the knowledge he so loved to share. Finally, it was five o' clock, we had exhausted every display there, and we were both tired and giddy from each other's company. So I was only mildly surprised when I heard myself inviting him over to my place for dinner and a movie from my collection. He accepted graciously, and we caught a cab back to my apartment. As soon as we got inside, I felt more confident, as I always do when I get home. Each thing in my apartment was out there by me, and carries its own air of familiarity and comfort, from the beat-up and oddly-coloured couch, to the enormous TV I won in a raffle at college, to the painting by my mother of my baby sister Clara at age three. I ushered him to the couch, which despite its extreme age and mildly arthritic springs is quite comfortable, and whisked off to the kitchen to whip up a meal. And if my confidence had soared when I entered my apartment, it reached escape velocity when I hit the kitchen. I feel I can say, and there are many friends and family members who will support me on this, that I am one damn good cook.

For as long as I can remember, I have felt at home in the kitchen. Before long, the pasta was boiling, the sauce was simmering, the greens were boiling, and I could take him out a glass of wine. When I returned to the living room, I found to my utter lack of surprise that he had found my dear old PC and was fiddling with it and muttering something about abacuses and ease of use. I nudged his elbow gently with my own and handed him his glass. He turned away from the computer and took the glass, taking a long pull from it and leaning back in the chair, facing me. He favoured me with a warm smile (which incidently caused be to sit down just a little quicker than I had intended as my knees went all wobbly) and said, "I haven't seen one of these in ages. I didn't think there were any more around." I smiled and gave my well-worn old machine an affectionate pat. "Yeah, this machine and I have been through a lot together." He grinned wryly and said, "I suppose it would be useless to tell you how much faster and better all your applications would run if you upgraded to a new system?" I nodded.

"Pretty much. When this old rig finally gives up the ghost I'll look into a new one, but until then, I'll just plug along." He shook his head in disbelief and said, "What is it you're cooking out there? It smells great!" I preened under his praise and said, "Oh, a little of this and a little of that." With that, I stood up and extended my hand to collect his now-empty glass. "And I should be getting back to it, I'm afraid." He handed me his glass, and as I took it our hands brushed against each other. I felt an electric chill run up my spine and I let my hand linger there for just a little longer than necessary, looking into his eyes to see how he reacted, hope and fear battling in my heart. Hope won by a landslide as he slid his finger over my knuckles quite deliberately and smiled up at me with a look of pure affection. My heart swelled and I practically skipped back to the kitchen. Supper went like a boat ride on a gentle river, the two of us talking freely, the words seeming to just pour out without a care. We were high on each other... whatever one of us said was the most amusing or interesting thing the other had ever heard, and then they went and said something even more wonderful, over and over again. By the end of the meal, we were touching hands frequently, and as we did the dishes together, our progress was severely crimped by the fact that we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. I don't think either of us were ever both working at the same time... one of us would be trying to work and the other would be nibbling his ear, or kissing his cheek, or hugging him from behind. Finally, as he reached by me to pick something up, our faces came within twelve inches of each other and before either of us knew it we were kissing passionately over the sink. A long languid moment passed before I even breathed, as our mouths met and our tongues caressed one another.

My mind sang with an echoing joy as our souls met in that one blinding moment. An undermined number of eons later the kiss ended and we simply embraced, breathing heavily and grinning like kids who've just found genuine reindeer hoofprints on their roof on Christmas Day. "I think the dishes can wait..." I panted. "I sure as hell can't!" he chuckled, and kissed me again. Eventually, we made it to my bedroom. It was only down a very short hall and normally would take all of thirty seconds, but we felt the need to kiss, caress, or otherwise contact each other at every step, so it took us considerably longer. When we got there, I gently pushed him onto the bed and quickly relieved us both of our clothing, making him giggle at the speed and efficiency with which I did so. I climbed on top of him, our chests so close I could feel my heart beating against his, and I kissed him again, deeply and hotly.

If the kiss in the kitchen had started the fire, this one ignited it. Our bodies were already slick with sweat as I pressed my mouth against his and rubbed against him slowly. Our cocks slid against each other, and the two heads met and exchanged a delicate kiss. I could feel the fire burning deep in me, scalding my soul and making my senses peak. I broke the kiss and dragged my tongue down his chest, leaving a trail of saliva and causing him to gasp lightly. Downward I licked, over his smooth belly, his slender waistline, and finally up the length of his straining member. I took a deep breath, then closed my mouth over his cockhead. Again I felt that electric thrill, but this time it hit me like someone had thrown a bag of black dust into my head, and it had fallen dead center and exploded in a dizzying swirl of lightning-streaked darkness.

I suckled the head greedily, nursing it like a hungry baby, my eyes closed so i could focus entirely on the wonderful sensation of his warm cockhead rubbing on the roof of my mouth. I ran a fingertip up the shaft, causing him to tense slightly and squirt a delicious droplet of precum into my busy mouth, where it was briefly savoured then quickly disappeared. I tilted my head forward and leaned down, taking more of his cock into my mouth and sucking it vigorously, my tongue pressed against his cockhead so that as I sucked it rubbed against my tongue roughly. His ragged breathing and the way his legs were trembling assured me that I was being at least moderately successful. I made love to his cock with my mouth, running the very tip of my tongue through his slit, twirling around his length with the bulk of my tongue, and sucking on it like it was my air supply.

He moaned and clutched at the pillows, his sweat soaking the sheets. I open my mouth fully and sank down on his cock, sliding it as far as it would go into my hungry throat, and bobbed up and down rapidly, determined to capture his prize. With a strangled sort of gasp, he came like a fountain, shooting his marvellous seed deep down my throat. I had to breathe through my nose rapidly as I sucked and swallowed his load, pulling on his cock with my well-developed throat muscles to suck him totally dry. Eventually, I could feel his cock softening in my mouth, and he was beginning to shift uncomfortably as I sucked on his now supersensitive cock. Reluctantly I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and scooched back up and gave him a deep kiss, letting him taste his own juices mixed with my saliva. At first he just lay there, dazed, as I kissed him, then a goofy smile spread over his beautiful face and he kissed me back tenderly. We made love like that for the rest of the night, mind-and-other-organs-blowing sex, pieced together with Edenic periods of cuddling and horsing around. Finally, around midnight, we were beginning to tire, so I suggested we watch a movie. I showed him to my collection, and he selected 'Lawnmower Man.' I took it from its case but noticed it was not rewound. I turned n the TV and VCR, popped in the tape, and started it rewinding, and went back to the bed to snuggle with him. As it happened, the news was on.

"In local news, a local high school teacher is to be brought up on charges of sexual abuse of a minor after it was revealed that he had a long-running sexual relationship with a 14-year-old male student of his. Details of the charges are sketchy at this time, but sources close to the event say they suspected something was wrong when the teacher began giving the student expensive gifts. In sports, ....

There was dead silence in the room as I numbly clicked off the television. They had shown a picture of the teacher accused, and it was the man, my angel, lying next to me. My mind still reeling, I hardly noticed when he got out of bed and began slowly and deliberately dressing. His posture was rigid and his actions were robotic. In a dead tone he said, "I can show myself out. It's been wonderful. Sorry it had to end like this." Somehow, an alarm went off in my head, and it dawned on e that he was leaving. "DON'T!" I blurted. He turned to face me with that dead look. Inside I cringed to see the same face I had seen show such carefree warmth suddenly become a dead, impassive mask.

"Don't what?" "Don't leave me!" I almost yelled. This seemed to have no impact, and in my panic I began to ramble. "Don't leave me now, After what we have shared tonight! I don't give a shit about anything you've done. I know damn well that even if everything they said is true, it was no abusive relationship, you wouldn't hurt a fly. I know it's only been half a day, but I already love you more than I have loved anything in this world, and more than anything I ever will... if you leave now I will curl up and die inside, I just know it... Oh god oh god oh god don't leave me, I don't care about the news, I'll forget it ever happened just don't leave me!" My panic spent, and panted and tried to catch my breath as I awaited his reply, trepidation in hard icy layers around my heart. He paused, apparently mulling over what I had said, and for a brief bright moment I thought he was going to stay. But he just turned and walked out of the door and out of my life. I lay there, my mind frozen in that protective stupor that always surrounds severe trauma. I was dimly aware that I should be crying or storming after him, but it was too huge, too horrible for me to contemplate on any kind of emotional level right away. I just lay there, his semen still wet on the sheets beside me, his scent still all over me and the rest of the room.

I could even still see the little bits of red yarn his battered cardigan had left on the chair near my bed. My mind refused to believe he was gone, and instead tried to figure out why he would leave (not that he would leave and not that he did leave but if he did leave then...) I had made it clear to him that I trusted him to have done nothing wrong. He must have known that I wouldn't turn him in, or whatever. But then my mind replayed our first conversation, and I realized the answer. I had gotten too close... I had breached his security. I had accessed files which I was not supposed to. So, through the miracle of modern digital switching, I had been instantaneously cut off, and he could go spend his valuable CPU time somewhere else.

With a sickening lurch in my stomach, I began to feel the loss. The pain flowed through me like scalding-hot water through a sore throat, and I wept there on the bed that still looked as if he was going to be back any second, as if he'd just popped down to the store for some cigarettes. I could hear myself crying, but it sounded very far away compared to the roaring deluge of poison I felt twisting around my heart. After an eternity of crying, the pain slowly subsided till it was merely a dull-throbbing wound and not the fierce assault it was before. I began to tidy up the room methodically, telling myself it was to keep my mind off the pain and the day's events, but knowing that I was trying to remove his ghost from the room, so I could try to forget. As I puttered about robotically, I came to my old clunker of a computer. I sat down in the chair and went to turn it on, figuring maybe to find some solace on the Net. But I found myself running my hands over the keyboard and monitor, and thinking about how alike me and my old computer were. Slow, clunky, ungainly, nether of us accepted more than one user at a time. Both of us would easily be confused by more than one user, and if there was a security breach, we'd have to find the offender and deal with the breach. Just freezing the offender out wasn't an option for either of us. I rested my head against the monitor, and cried some more, wondering if we might both have become obsolete.

Cockfood Buffet

It sure doesn't rain much here in the middle of nowhere, sighed Tory, but when it does, it really pours. The cook peered out the window of the small diner toward the forlorn desert. There wasn't much to see, not only because of the rain, but the fact that the town was so small: the diner, the post office, and a few small houses. Tory was alone in the diner, his boss having taken the day to go into the city. What a day to go, Tory thought. It's raining so hard he probably has been flooded out. A car screeched into the lot, a convertible, and the top was down. Two very wet young men got out and ran for the diner's door. They were probably in their early twenties, slim, and rather cute. The honey brown hair of the one boy matted against his silky skin, giving him almost a feminine appearance. The blond, by comparison, had his hair cropped short on top, and tapered on the sides. Tory spoke before he thought. "Do you always drive with the top down in the rain?" The boys, rather than being annoyed, laughed. "We were caught by surprise" said the blond, "And then the damn thing wouldn't work."

The other boy, shivering, nodded in agreement. Tory felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wasn't sure he had felt it. "Well, you're gonna have to get out of those wet clothes before you get sick." he said. "Let me see what I can do." The brown haired boy responded. "Thanks. We'd appreciate anything you can do. We're basketball players, on our way to Albuquerque to attend school on a scholarship. My name's Chip." "I'm Tom." said the blond. "I'm Tory" replied the black haired stocky man. They shook hands. Tory felt something again, and turned away. "Be right back." Chip studied Tory's stocky physique as he walked off into the kitchen. Probably a weightlifter, he thought. He looked at Tom, who was also staring at Tory, or more precisely, Tory's ass.

When he disappeared, Tom grinned at his companion. Chip grinned back, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. Tory returned from the kitchen with two big tablecloths. "Here." he offered. "Go in the bathroom and take your clothes off. Wrap yourselves in these. I'll put your clothes by the stove so they'll dry out." That feeling again!! Chip and Tom accepted the tablecloths and went into the restroom. "Whaddaya think?" asked Tom. "How far should we go?" "Why not all the way?" ventured Chip, shucking off his underwear. A few minutes later they emerged wrapped in the tablecloths, and handed their clothes to Tory, whose eyebrows went up slightly when he realized that they were completely naked under the flimsy cloth. "Sit in this booth over here." he instructed. "I'll be right back." Tory could not pretend that the feeling was a fake anymore. He wanted these two boys, and he wanted them bad. He draped their clothes over the stove while he thought about what he should do. Chip and Tom slid into the booth, grinning at each other. They arranged the tablecloths so they were open from the neck down to the crotch. Tom would have opened that, too, but Chip cautioned him. "Remember what happened last time you went too far too fast!" he warned. Tom pulled the cloth over and said nothing.

Tory came out of the kitchen after having taken time to adjust his pants. I can't do that, he thought to himself. Remember what happened last time. His eyes widened as he approached the booth. Goddam! Did they know what they were doing??? Easy, he thought, take a deep breath. "Would you guys like something while you're waiting?" he mumbled. Chip and Tom looked at each other, at Tory's crotch, and then at Tory. They smiled. "You." they said together. Tory's jaw dropped. He stood frozen as the boys slid out of the booth, the tablecloths falling to the floor. Chip's brown hair had dried out, forming a golden wrap around his head. A small patch of hair between his pecs narrowed to a racing stripe down to his crotch. And what a crotch! Baby-fine curly hair that sheltered a long, thick even while soft, cock. His ballsac looked firm and taut. Tom, on the other hand, was hairless except for his crotch, which had what resembled the fine strands of a boy just entering puberty. His cock was thin, but hung over his huge, dangling balls. They looked good enough to eat!

Tom's tongue started tracing its way up Tory's neck to his ear, while Chip's fingers massaged his asscheeks. A flood of sensations swept through Tory. "Not here." he gasped. "Can't get caught!" Each took a hand and led Tory to the kitchen. The storeroom door was open, and they went in. Tory sighed as the boys resumed their explorations. Tom unbuttoned Tory's pants while Chip pulled his shirt up over his head. Underneath Tory's hairy chest were strong pecs that led down to a washboard stomach. Tom freed the buckle, and his pants fell, revealing muscular legs. Tory reached to pull down his underwear, but a hand stopped him. "Not yet." Tom's wet tongue traced designs on Tory's back while Chip resumed kneading his asscheeks. Chip pressed Tory's hard body to his own. Tom, having reached his destination, gently started tugging at Tory's underwear with his teeth.

They came down revealing two firm hairy globes begging to be eaten. Chip stepped back. Tory's cock sprang to hard attention. Silently, Chip sank to his knees. Tory closed his eyes as something warm and wet drew his cock inward. At the same time, something else warm and wet began nuzzling up his ass. Two tongues began to probe Tory's most private areas, sending bursts of ecstacy throughout his body. Chip sighed and let Tory's ten inches slide down his throat. He slurped that mantool languidly, letting his tongue roll around it, and over the head. He stretched his jaws so that pole would slide even deeper into his throat. Reaching up, he tickled those dangling balls with his teasing fingers. Tom lathered his way down Tory's asscrack to his quivering asshole. With one hand he started jacking himself off while he reached through Tory's legs and jacked off Chip with his other hand. The three boys were so involved in each other that they didn't hear the noise. Neal was a friend of Tory's, and on slow days like today liked to hang out at the diner. He had come in and was surprised that no one was out front. Maybe Tory was cleaning. But Tory wasn't in the kitchen, either. He was getting ready to leave when he heard strange noises coming from the storeroom.

He walked in and was stunned. There was his friend being molested by these two perverts. "What the hell is going on?" he bellowed. Tory froze, and his cock died in Chip's throat. Chip and Tom also froze, not sure what to do next. Tom just knew it was the law, and this time he probably couldn't suck his way out of it. Tory's knees went rubbery, and he almost collapsed on Tom, practically giving him whiplash. When he saw that it was Neal, he wished he was invisible. "Well?" Neal demanded. "Uh..." Tory spluttered. Neal had a reputation for being the meanest, toughest, shit-kicking-est bastard in the area, though Chip and Tom didn't know that. He was always bragging about the scores of women that threw themselves at him when he went into town. Tory had heard Neal brag of kicking "faggots from here to kingdom come!" Neal moved forward menacingly.

"Don't worry, Tory, I'll take care of this." he said, staring at Chip and Tom. "No!" squeaked Tory. "You don't know what you're saying." snorted Neal, moving closer. Something snapped inside of Tory. Finally he knew his feelings, and that they were what he wanted. He wiggled from the boys and lunged at Neal. "I said no!" He shoved Neal against an empty shelf, which left him stunned. "I'll show you who you need to take care of!" Tory hollered, clawing at Neal's pants. He pulled them down and grabbed Neal's cock. "This is what you need to take care of!" Tory swallowed Neal's mantool into his mouth and started sucking fever- ishly. Neal, still stunned, found himself responding to Tory's teasing tongue. In a few strokes Neal came, flooding Tory's mouth with hot jism. "Goddam!" Neal gasped. Chip and Tom, who had watched the whole thing, started moving toward them. "No." Tory hissed. "I'll take care of this." Turning to Neal he growled, "Take care of this, you bastard!" He turned and shoved his ass in Neal's face. "Lick my ass!" he ordered.

Chip and Tom started jacking themselves off while watching the fright- ened Neal lick his way up Tory's ass. Neal was slow at first, but started licking faster, using slurping strokes with his tongue. Tom and Chip jacked faster. Tory pulled away from Neal's face and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Turn over!" he commanded, shoving Neal. Neal turned and fell on his stomach. Tory spat in his hand and coated his dickhead. In one swift move - "Take care of THIS!" - he rammed his iron-hard cock up Neal's virgin asshole. Neal screamed while Tory started plowing away. Chip and Tom were hotter than hell. Tom licked up Chip's cock and then bent over. Chip stabbed his tool into Tom's ass and piston-fucked that canal while Tory stretched Neal's chute with each pounding thrust. Neal, still stunned, could do nothing more than lay there and feel Tory's ten inches assaulting his ass. Tom was moaning with pleasure, which excited Chip and Tory. Chip felt the familiar churning in his balls and quickened his strokes. Tory, so angry and so excited at finally fucking Neal, came suddenly without warning. Ramming fiercely, he screamed, shooting a long-awaited load of cum up Neal's sore ass. Chip planted his tool deep in Tom and dumped a load of jism, his cock throbbing with each burst.

Tom groaned and filled his hand with joyjuice from his own manmeat. Tory collapsed on Neal. Neal turned and looked at Tory. His ass was sore and he knew it would be days before he could ride his horse again. He spoke softly to Tory. "How did you know?" "I didn't. I just couldn't let you do that to me anymore." "I guess we got a lot to talk about." Tom and Chip got up. "Time for us to leave." Chip intervened, "Sounds like you guys need some privacy." "Not so fast!" stated a voice from the doorway. "Looks like I got back from town just in time."

Jerry's Offer

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Bathhouse Story

In an attempt to bring back true stories to this group, I thought I would tell you about a true experience I had today at the bathhouse at the beach: I was the only man in the bathhouse when I left the beach. I placed my things on my favorite bench, the one that allows a good view threw the wide doorway that opens into the showers area. I undressed and proceeded to shower. I took my time, hoping someone would enter who would be interested in seeing me or being seen by me.

I was all soaped and shampooed up when a young (18?) Hispanic man entered the dressing area wearing his swimsuit and carrying his bag of clothes for changing. He looked at me just a little longer than normal as he passed the opening and placed his things on a bench beyond where I could see. My mind raced, wondering if he would come into the shower or if I should exit for the dressing area. Knowing that many Hispanics are quite shy about exposing themselves, I decided my best bet was to rinse quickly and try to get to the dressing room before he was undressed. I walked out of the shower area and over to the bench with my things. I picked up my towel and started drying off facing him. My timing was perfect. He was just ready to pull off his swimsuit. He was wearing a long, loose muscle shirt, but he had to lift it up to get his hands to the top of his shorts to pull them down.

As he lowered them, I was able to see that he had a hard-on sticking straight out. I continued watching as he pulled his underwear on, having to lift the shirt again to do it. It was there and wasn't going down. My mind raced again. He didn't have that bulge when he entered. He must have gotten it because of seeing me in the shower and/or seeing me drying off. I decided that if his situation was due to my exhibitionism, I might as well have some fun with it. I put my towel down and walked back into the shower. I turned the water on and soaped myself up again as he continued getting dressed. Of course, I spent a little more time soaping myself to a level of semi- excitement, too. I figured he would look again as he left, and I wanted to give him something definite to see. Because the floor leading to the area is wooden and the door creaks, I was sure that I could hear if someone else (a park ranger?) was coming into the bathhouse.

Therefore, I knew I was safe with my plan. Sure enough, as he left, he stared at me in the shower. I was purposely arching my body to scrub my back so my semi-erection would project enough to be noticed, but I wasn't stroking it. I heard him go out the door and take a few steps. Then I was pretty sure I heard him turn around, but it could have been someone else entering the bathhouse. I thought, what the heck, and started rubbing myself for whomever it was to see. I was right; it was the same young man. He looked directly at me as he walked in and back toward the bench where he had been. This time, I decided to make the most of it. As he passed the fourth time on his way back out of the area, I had a full erection I was stroking and he was taking in the full view.

Unfortunately, he didn't come back again. I "relieved" myself, rinsed, dried off and dressed so that I could see if he was still in the area. He was gone when I exited a few minutes later. But it was certainly a nice situation for providing him (and me) with a little pleasure on a Saturday afternoon. Does anyone else have any true bathhouse stories to tell? Or any true stories of any kind? We need more postings in this and related groups! If you are too shy to post, e-mail them to me.

First Time BBS

Reading some of the stuff on here, I guess I was a late bloomer, but it wasn't from lack of trying. I knew I was hot for guys since I was in junior high school, but I never felt like trying anything with my friends. The one or two guys that I did know that were cute enough to want to do it with were real straight arrows and I never had the guts to any more than jerk off while thinking about them. As a result, I didn't have my first time until after I had graduated school and started working and moved out on my own.

One night after work I stopped off at one of the porny bookstores to see if there was anything I felt like buying. There wasn't, so I decided to check out some of the loops in the booths. In those days, the holes were covered up with anything, but despite my horniness, I'd never done anything in one of them. This particular night, I was standing there rubbing my dick through my pants, and I saw a big dick come though the hole on the right. I wanted to play with it sooo bad, but I thought this was sleazy and I was very nervous. It disappeared as soon as my quarter ran out and the lights came on, and since I was nervous, I decided to go home and beat off. As it happened, he came out of his booth the same time I came out of mine, and I got a good look at the guy. He was very handsome, about my age, dressed in a suit just like I was. He was almost the exact opposite of me.

I'm dark-haired and he was blonde. I'm brown-eyed and he was blue. He was cleanshaven, I had a 'stache. I would have liked to invite him home with me but I was too scared and I didn't know exactly how to do it or whether he'd be interested or whether he was an axe murdered or anything. My dick was so hard it hurt, but I was scared. I left and went out and down the subway stairs that were right there, and only started to relax once I was on the platform. That didn't last long though, because I turned around - after looking to see if the train was coming - to see him standing behind me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, that's how nervous I was. My hard-on also came back, so I was really getting conflicting signals here. There weren't too many people on the platform, and I guess I was looking at him as often as he was looking at me. Once I found myself willing to participate in this, I realized I was more horny than nervous, and I started to calm myself down. Maybe this is how guys meet each other, I thought. It took all the courage I had to do what I did next.

I walked over next to him and asked if he had the time. As soon as I said it, I realized how stupid that sounded. He gave me the time, and smiled at me. I smiled back and said thanks. We just looked at each other for a minute, and he said, "Guess you didn't see anything upstairs?" I turned beet red, and said no. He said, "Me either," and then after a brief pause, "except you." If it was possible to turn redder, I did, but I managed to say thanks for the compliment. I tried to compose myself, and then said that I thought he was very goodlooking too. Then came the big moment: he asked if I wanted to go home with him. I said yes. The train didn't take too long, and he lived in an area that I knew (which I was happy about in case I had to leave in a hurry). As he closed his apartment door, he didn't even turn on the lights, he just turned and grabbed me, hugging me, and I nearly creamed myself right then and there.

He hugged and kissed me, and then fell to his knees on the floor right in the foyer, opened my belt and unzipped my fly, and pulled my pants and briefs right down and sucked my dick into his mouth. It felt so good I almost passed out - and I had no idea of what I should be doing! It must have showed, because he took my dick out of his mouth and asked what was the matter. "Nothing," I said, and then admitted, "I've never done this before." He stood up and gave me an odd look. "Then it's time we made up for it. Let's do it right." Right there in the hallway he took off my jacket, then unbuttoned my shirt and made me step out of my pants and briefs, which were down to my ankles.

I kicked off my own shoes, and found myself standing there in just my socks, with a big hard-on jutting out from between my legs. Then he said, "Now you undress me." It was strange taking the clothes off another man, and my hard dick kept brushing against him, causing me to shudder everytime. I had to stand behind him to unbutton the buttons on his shirt and undo his belt, but then I moved around to his front to take everything off. I tossed his clothes where he'd thrown mine, right on the arm of the couch by the door. He did his own shoes, and when he started to take off his socks, I did the same thing, and we were both standing there naked in the foyer with hard cocks. Now I had a chance to look at his body, and I guess he was doing the same thing to me. Once again, we were still opposites. I had a really hairy chest, and he was very smooth. I was cut, he looked uncut (I'd read enough porny magazines to be able to spot one, though this was the first one I'd ever seen). My groin was really hairy, and he only had a small patch of blonde hair right over his shlong.

My dick was long and only average thick, but his was thicker and not quite as long. I couldn't believe I was standing there naked with another naked man, finally! All of a sudden he reached out and grabbed my dick, and pulled me by it right into his bedroom. It looked like mine - a mess - but I didn't care. He pushed me down on the bed and then kneeled down between my legs and took my dick into his mouth again. Again I felt like I'd pass out, and I guess he was experienced enough to know it, because he let go quickly, and hopped onto the bed with me, pushing me down. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me, sticking his tongue into my mouth, and grinding our cocks together between our crotches. This was hot! I felt him reach down for a minute and take his cock and push it between my legs. It felt great - I could feel it up against my balls and between my legs, and my cock was rubbing against his lower stomach and the little patch of hair above his meat. It felt great! He went back to kissing me and I could feel him thrusting up and down between my legs, like I was a woman and he was fucking me.

I guess he thought so too, because he growled and groaned and stiffened up, and I could feel it getting wet down there - he had come between my legs! As soon as I felt his body relax from the orgasm, he swung around and sucking my dick into his mouth again. This time he didn't stop, and too fast, I came. It felt like I was turning inside out, and I must have really shot more than usual, because he (the experienced one), gagged a little and I could see the cum dripping out of his mouth. After we both finished, we didn't say too much to each other. We got dressed and exchanged phone numbers, but he never called me and I never had the guts to call him.

This happened to me when I about 14. At that time, while I had had repressed thoughts about men once in a while, I thought myself "straight." Occasionally, though, my eyes would gravitated to a man's crotch and I'd try to make out his dick and balls in 1/2 second or less, or I'd look at a friend's dick while he pissed -- in an even shorter length of time. When I DID think of men, it was usually in terms of fellow teenagers because to me, the adult sex world was an unreachable, forbidden place. After all, the adults were the morality setters, and it was they who enforced it. This one special summer, I didn't know it, but I was going to visit that adult sex world whether I wanted to or not!

At that time, my family lived in an apartment building that was attached to 2 other buildings. In the back, the buildings shared long fire escapes on each floor, like iron balconies, that ran from house to house, window to window. That summer, the family that lived next to us moved out and a couple of "bachelors" moved in. One day, I was sitting on the fire escape, bored with nothing to do, so I decided to look into the window next door and try to see the new neighbors. The idea was to look in by "accidently" glancing in that direction -- since it's impolite (and illegal?) to purposely look into a person's window. So I slowly and casually walked in front of the window, with my back to it, and took a fast look. I couldn't believe what I saw!: There was a naked man standing there, looking at me, stroking his huge stiff cock. It was the first time I saw a naked man, and the first time I saw a hard-on other than my own.

After I recovered from the shock, I took another quick look. He was a good looking guy about 30, with a good shape, tanned, sandy hair and blue or gray eyes. He had been waiting for me all this time to come and look in his window. Having realized what I had seen, my cock raced down the side of my leg, creating a long and painful mound in my tight jeans. I was burning-hot and very scared at the same time; after all, my parents were only a few feet away in the next room and I wasn't prepared for this! Since it was no longer secret that we were looking at each other, I boldly took longer glances -- still not believing what I was seeing. I looked at his broad, handsome shoulders and well-developed pecs, covered with soft-looking chest hair. His chest hair concentrated a little as it surrounded his nipples. It then stampeded downward to his deep navel, then still downward, to join his pubic hair.

Out of this sandy-brown forest stood his mighty rod, waiting impatiently to explode. Underneath were his brown balls, firm and big. He kept stroking with a twisting, wringing motion, and I wondered how he could do it for so long without cumming. As I looked at it, mesmerized, I realized that that was what I always wanted; that this was the way it was supposed to be; that looking at him and being hot was "right". The thing was so big, so hard, so hairy; to have it thrust upon me under those circumstances was really cruel. It wasn't the guy's fault, of course, but circumstances. I didn't know what to do. I watched for a while, then went back into the house, went into the bathroom, and jerked off a couple of times. I was so happy because I realized that I had access to an adult, naked male that I could look whenever I wanted to, then jerk off later. The idea of making actual, physical contact was non-existent.

It took me days to whip up the courage to go to his window again. First, I had to wait for darkness (I wasn't about to look again in broad daylight!); then, I had to wait for my family to be out -- it wasn't easy. This time it would be obvious that I WANTED to look again -- badly -- which was an admission to myself and to the man himself, that I was gay. Even though he, too, was gay, it bothered me as a 14-year-old that some- one else should know I was gay. Anyway, my blood was on fire and I had no choice -- I HAD to look. Eventually I DID whip up the courage, and I did it in the same shy manner. But the guy was there--he was ALWAYS there! (In hindsight, wouldn't YOU be always available for a hot, 14-year-old?) The first few times I just watched as he jerked-off and came on the window sill; that really sent me to the bath room! Then later on, on one special and daring night when my folks weren't home and wouldn't be home for a while, I sneaked up to his window and looked in. This night he was busy doing something but as always, he was stark naked.

I purposely made a little noise on the fire escape and he quickly dropped everything to come to the window. He began to rub his cock and within seconds had his giant hard-on going. I looked at him and he looked at me and we both had a roaring fire going. This night though I finally had to do something besides just look and sizzle, so I knelt down on his window sill, opened my belt and zipper, pull down my jockeys and offered my steel-hard cock. He didn't waste any time and engulfed my cock with his hot mouth. I couldn't believe the sensation. The heat of his mouth, the skillful strokes, the wetness, his rough tongue around my cock -- it made stroking with my hand SO ordinary! And to have my balls enveloped by his hot, wet mouth! I expected him to suck me for a while and that would be it, but he kept right on going and going and I began to worry because I knew I'd be coming VERY soon.

But then I thought: "Wait a minute. This guy's an ADULT -- a real "gay" -- he knows what's he's doing. So I let what cums natural, happen. I felt my orgasm building up at the base of my brain and heading for the bottom of my spine. It welled up all over me and headed toward the tip of my cock. My balls burned in anticipation. It was an incredible cum. I thought every fluid inside me was heading for his mouth. On and on it went; wave after wave, spurt after spurt. The man moaned as he got my load. Eventually, on another night, I grew bolder and I finally went into his apartment through the window. I took my shirt off and dropped my pants and shorts. My cock was so hard it pointed up. Instinctively I knew what to do. We rubbed our balls together and held each other tight; we felt each other and frenched like crazy. I finally went down and got to take his big one in my mouth. It was the first time I had a man's cock in my mouth and I STILL rememder the taste and sensation. I was surprised at how big it was once it was in my mouth. I knew it was what I always wanted.

I remember looking down the shaft at all his pubic hair; coming at me then moving away. I remember disbelieving what was happening and concentrating on this mass of hot, hard meat in my mouth. Never considering taking a load at that time, I stood up again and continued rubbing balls again and frenching. Eventually I shot my load into his mouth, again. Being new, everything was a "first" for me. One night, while we were going at it hot & heavy, he took my rod and shoved it up his ass. Before then, it never occurred to me that this was a possible way to have sex. So here was another "thing to do". It felt great! I started to hump instinctively and I humped away, feeling my cock going back and forth through something inside that surrounded my cock's head -- it drove me crazy. The experience being new and the sensation being so intense, I came quickly with a long, hot frenzy.

I felt my load squirting into his deep, endless chamber. Man! Was it great! Having done this, he indicated (we almost never spoke; it was always sex, sex, sex!) that he wanted to have his turn and try and fuck me, too; so, being new to this and being anxious to please the guy, I turned around and offered my tight, virgin ass. It was a good try but forget it; it was too painful. I didn't know how to relax and the guy was way too big. He seemed to anticipate this because he didn't insist and stopped right away. He knew I was new to it. Instead, he held my naked body close to his and jerked off. As you can imagine, I was pretty comfortable by now with these meetings. I went to the fire escape several times a week when the opportunity came around. "Graduation" day came when I walked through his front door, stripped, and for the first time got in bed with a man.

Before then, it was always stand-up sex with the guy. Being totally naked with him for the first time, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling another naked body rubbing next to mine. Every part of me felt a piece of him. The idea that I was there with him, alone, in his apartment drove me wild. I realized that we were hidden from the world; that no one knew we were there; that this moment was limitless; that my choices were limitless; that we were doing something terrifically "dirty"; that we each were selfishly satisfying our own hunger. The knowledge of these things sent my mind into outer space. It was a frenzy but it wasn't a mindless one -- he made sure the pace didn't get out of hand. It was too bad that I was so young then and living with my parents; it would've been an unbelievable night if I were able to stay the whole night. But at least we saw each other A LOT that summer. I never did find out why he was always home (we hardly ever spoke), but I knew he had a lover who, unlike him, wore a suit and carried an attache case, so he probably was a "kept" man. He, however, always wore jeans and a black leather jacket on the street -- and was ALWAYS tan. My gang of friends would point to him and say, "See that guy over there? -- He's a queer!" I'd look at him and smile inside and know he'd be at the window later.

Marco

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Hotel TV

At the seminar I met Raymond Dumont in the hotel lounge. Our conversation touched on the subject of transvestites--men who enjoy dressing in women's clothing. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind during the night. It had been a long time since I had dressed. I finally went to sleep after masturbating while fantasizing that I was dressed beautifully in women's clothing and being screwed by my new friend Raymond Dumont.

The next day I went on a shopping spree for women's clothing. I rushed back to my hotel room and hurriedly removed all my delectable items of women's clothing from their packages. I then stripped off my male clothing and proceeded to the immense joy of dressing. I first put on my black size 42B foundation, full bra. I instantly had an erection as I adjusted the bra. I placed the supple silicon bra pads into my bra. Then I put on my matching black waist cincher with garters. Then I sat, my throbbing erection jutting out, and donned my sheer nylon stockings. Oh, the stockings felt so good clinging to my legs. I carefully attached the garter clips to the stockings. Then I stood and admired myself in the mirror. I took my erection and placed it flat up against my tummy under my waist cincher. Then I grabbed my beautiful black full panty briefs with lace around the waist band and the thigh openings--the type of lacy garment that says "I want to be screwed so very much!" I placed my stockinged feet through the panties and brought the delightful garment up my nylon-clad legs until my buttocks and groin were encased in lace and frills.

Next came my black full slip, also with much lace and frills. Over my head came the slip until it was sexily clinging to my now-feminine body. Then I sat before the vanity and carefully applied makeup to my face: rouge, eye liner, and ruby red lipstick to my pouting lips. I then placed my pretty pearl choker about my neck and the matching pearl bracelet on my right wrist. I was really taking on the appearance of a sexy wench. Then I enhanced my feminine image by putting on my pleated wool skirt and coordinated sweater. I loved this skirt and sweater combination, because it reminded me of a skirt and sweater I had worn when I was a young "woman" of only 21 years. I recalled the intense orgasms I had those many years ago, while dressed as a young woman. Those memories caused me to squirm my feminized bum on the chair.

I took my pretty red pumps out of their box and sat down in the chair to put them on. Once on, I almost swooned at the sight of my feet in such sexy hi heel shoes. I then snapped into place on my left ankle the gold anklet chain I had purchased. Then out of the wig box came my blonde, page boy wig. I carefully placed it on my head and combed it out. I now saw a totally sexy woman looking back at me from the mirror. The image I saw was me dressed in women's clothing and wearing women's makeup and a sexy woman's page boy wig.

My penis was really throbbing hard by this time. I felt my balls through the silk of my slip and silken panties. I felt up my legs to my nylon-clad thighs and buttocks and I said out loud, "Oh, I'm so pretty, and I'm so horny. I wish Raymond were here with me."

From behind the curtains I heard a voice, "Darling, I am here." I was shocked. Raymond came out from behind the curtain. He was naked and had an immense erection. My eyes were fixed upon his large, handsome penis. I was mortified and shocked, yet also thrilled. Emotional waves swept throughout my body, culminating in sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis. My voice trembled as I said, "Oh Raymond. I'm so embarrassed." He replied, "I KNEW you were a TV, baby." I tried to run to the bathroom to lock myself in. It was no use. Raymond grabbed me as I attempted to flee, and he was much stronger than me. He placed his arms about my waist and pressed his groin against my slip and panty encased buttocks. I could feel his hot, rigid erection against my bum. Still more intense emotional waves once again swept throughout my body, once again culminating as intense sexual feelings in my groin and effeminate penis. I thought I was going to have a spontaneous orgasm. The feeling of his powerful erection pressing against my panty-clad bum was overwhelming! I trembled and said,

"Oh, Raymond. You really shouldn't be here. This is suppose to be my secret." His right hand reached under my slip and rested against my right knee. He began to kiss the back of my neck as his hand felt up my leg and up my inner thigh. I was trembling and he whispered in my ear, "Relax, honey. You are now in the arms of your man--your lover!" He found my throbbing hard penis and placed his hand on it, saying, "This proves you want to share your little secret with me, darling." I almost swooned in his arms as I felt his masterful hand grasping my panty-clad penis.

With this, he forced me to the bed and pulled down the covers. I laid on my back and Raymond mounted me. He French kissed me. I really became excited as I felt his tongue darting into my mouth. He pressed his groin hard against my groin as he looked intensely into my eyes. He said, "you are my woman and I am your man. I'm going to fuck you, darling." I could feel his immense erection through the material of my slip and panties. I put my arms about him and looked directly in his eyes saying, "Oh, Raymond. I feel so feminine. I want to be your feminine lover." He then laid beside me and ran his hands up and down my stockinged legs, and around my pantied assheeks and thighs. He also fondled my padded bra cups. As he fondled me he said, "Oh, babe, wow! The feel of all your silk and lace, and of your silken panties and padded bra, really turns me on!" He kissed me some more and then whispered in my ear, "Oh, William darling. You are such a sissy and a queer to be lying here with another man, while you are dressed in women's underwear, and with your hard penis encased by women's sexy panties."

I said, "Oh, Raymond. I love wearing women's clothing. I love it even more being in your arms while I am wearing women's clothing. I can't begin to express how wonderful I feel wearing stockings, bra and panties, and feeling your hands fondle my thighs, buttocks and shemale clitoris. I want so to be your pretend woman." He then made me get on my knees and bend over. He placed a couple of pillows under my tummy to prop me up. He removed my skirt and raised my slip and pulled my panties down until they were dangling over my right ankle. He said, "I want you to leave your sweater on. It makes you look so sexy and excites me so!" I cried and said, "What are you doing?" He said, "I'm going to give you exactly what you want, you sissy, queer bitch." Then, he took some of my vanishing cream and applied it to my anus and to his manly penis. Desire overcame me, and out came the unbridled truth, "Oh, Raymond darling...I do want you so to screw me. Take me, my dearest lover!" He lustfully replied, "that's more like it, my sweet pussy." With this I could feel his cockhead pressing against my anus. He commanded, with much lust in his voice, "Relax, my darling slut, and my cock will enter you much easier." I relaxed and could feel his rigid penis slowly fill my anus, until he was fully inside me.

He was now still, but the filling presence of his rigid cock in my anus was the center of my thought and being. The sexual feelings I now felt in my groin and effeminate penis radiated to my anus and buttocks. I felt again like I was going to spontaneously ejaculate. I began to involuntarily squirm a bit, which caused my rock-hard penis to become free of my waist cincher. I whimpered, "Oh darling, screw me and jack me off." My masterful male lover began a heavenly slow in-and-out thrusting of his rigid penis inside my sissy anus. He reached around my thigh and grabbed my very rigid dick. he began to slowly stroke me. I whimpered, "Oh darling. Do me, do me. But, don't stroke my dickette too fast or I'll come too quickly in your masterful hand." He began to screw me a bit faster, and lustfully said, "Oh fuck, fuck, Wendi...you slut. Your fucking queer pussy is so tight and feels so fucking good. I love to fuck a queer dressed in women's clothing!" The words shot through me like a

bullet. Yes, I was a queer in women's clothing. Raymond's rigid cock thrusting deep inside my anus, coupled with his stroking of my equally rigid sissy dickette proved my queerness beyond and question. I whimpered, "Oh, darling! Yes, I'm queer. I'm your pretend lady. And, I love and need your steely rigid cock, my masterful lover!" My reply excited Raymond so, that he became an animal sex machine and began to rapidly fuck me. The repeated sound of his groin slapping against my ass, and his balls slapping against my balls, in combination with the squeaking bed springs drove me into a frenzy. I though my dickette was about to explode in his pumping hand. The sound of the squeaking springs grew more rapid and louder. Then, I could feel his cock grow even larger inside my anus, and he began to give me those tell-tale short strokes. His balls slamed repeatedly against my balls as he powerfully thrust his pelvis against my sissy buttocks. I began to moan in a high-pitched, very sissy voice, and I cried out, "Oh, Darling! Oh! Oh! Darling. Oh, Ramond! eeeeeeiiiiiii, I'm coming, darling. Give me your manly cock hard and fast as I shoot off in your hand!" He cried out, "Take it, babe! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Take my FUCKING cum, you queer and sexy womanly bastard! Fuck! Fuck! You fucking slut! I want you to be my shemale wife, you slutty bitch-bastard!" My groin was flooded with "that" feeling. I shot my sissy load through his pumping hand onto the bedsheets as I felt him powerfully ejaculate deep inside my sissy anus. As he unloaded his manly seed into my anus he grunted and moaned and repeatedly slapped my asscheeks with his free hand, the slaps being in unison with the shots of semen from his pulsating mantool deep inside my shemale vagina.

Construction

Arriving at the building site my heart sank, it must have been under about six inch's of mud from the previous nights torrential rain it was still raining but know where near as hard as during the night,I made my way to the formans office and was given my work for the day. It turned out that I was fitting doors with a guy named Tony, well at least I would be working inside, that fact and the sight that greeted me when I arrived on the third floor where I was to work really brightened my mood up.

'Tony isnt it"? I said "Yeah you come to give me a hand with these doors"

I nodded and began to get my work tools out, Tony returned to his work which give me a chance to have a good look at him he was absolutly drop dead gorgeous standing about 5'11" tall he looked to be well muscled but I couldnt be to sure as he had a jumper on with the weather being a bit chilly, he had dark hair and the most handsome face I have ever seen.

"Right where do you want me to start" I said "What do you say we have a break first" he said sitting down on his tool box and opening a porn magazine. We talked for about half an hour about nothing in particular, but I did find out that he was married, all through the conversation he would come out with things like "I'd love to fuck her fanny" or " look at the tits on her" and he'd hold the mag up to show me,

I would smile and agree with him but I was much more interested in the contents of his tight fitting jeans than the contents of the mag.

"Shit Ive got a god damn hard on now with looking at these pic's. I looked up from the newspaper Id begun to read as he was putting his mag down on the floor, he then undid his belt and unbuttoned his flies, he pulled his jeans down to his knees revealling white jockey shorts with a large bulge at the front. As he pulled his shorts down his cock sprang into view it must have been about 7" long and really thick, he let go of his jockey's and grabbed his cock and began to wank himself off.

I must of let out a gasp as he turned and winked at me and then carried on beating his cock, with his free hand he played with his balls squeezing and pulling on them as he closed his eyes he started to moan he also played with his nipples under his jumper I could see he was really enjoying himself by the expression on his face.

I felt like a moth to a naked flame I just couldnt take my eyes of this horney guy who I had met less than an hour ago who was wanking himself off in front of me. He groaned and I was snapped out of my trance to see his cum shoot all over the magazine and the dusty wooden floor. "Oh god that was fucking fantastic", "I hope you didnt mind me doing that I just couldnt wait till I got home to the wife tonight" he said breathless. " Well I er! no I didnt mind" I stammered trying to sound dis- interested.

He pulled his shorts and jeans up and as he picked up the magazine he said "I doubt anybody will want this anymore" and threw it in a rubbish box then he went back to his work as though nothing had happened I did like wise but with my back to him to cover my raging hard on.

That evening I went to a local gay bar with some friends for a drink I told them everything that had happened that day.

I dont think they believed me, though I think that was jelousy they have always taken the mikey out of me as I look and act really straight, they say I look out of place in gay bars , though I never feel that way.

We had a few drinks and a good laugh and as last orders where called decided to go home. As we were leaving the bar I turned to speek to someone and walked straight into somebody walking down the street,

"Im sorry" I said And looked up to see who I had walked into and locked eyes with Tony,. I dont know who was more suprised him or me I was about to speak when he said " this is my wife Sandy" my eyes moved sideways to find a really pretty woman smiling at me and for just an instant a sharpe pang of envy flashed through me, "Sandy this is Martin he started working with me this morning".

We both smiled and said hello to one another, with that he said that they had to be going and left me standing there with all my friends giggling behind me. He must know Im gay now as most people in town know that the pub we where coming out of is a gay bar, I sighed said goodbye to my friends and went home alone.

Blue sky and a blazing sun greeted me the following morning (typical english weather raining one day 90 degrees in the shade the next). When I arrived at the site I went straight up to the third floor Tony was already there working when he saw me he nodded and carried on with his work, I got stuck in to my work and tried to act as though nothing had changed.

At twelve thirty all the other blokes who where working in the building went outside to enjoy the sun, whilst having their lunch both Tony and myself stayed on the third floor for our break.

As the day had worn on the heat had quickly risen so Tony had stripped of to a vest which gave me a chance to look at his well defined chest.I tried not to look to much though, as the sight of him would make me hard.

As it was lunch I sat down and began to read the newspaper that I had bought that morning and eat my sandwich's, after a couple of minutes a shadow fell across me, I looked up to find Tony stood in front of me.

"So youre a puff are you" he said "Yes but..." "Well if you are I bet you fancy me dont you" "Not really" I said lying through my teeth with my heart hammering in my chest and my mind racing wondering what was going to happen next.

I went to speak when he grabbed my shoulders with both hands and pulled my head towards his crotch, I dropped my newspaper and put my hands on his legs to push myself away "Tony I don't....." "Dont even think about pulling away just undo my jeans and get my cock out" he said in a threatening tone.

Looking up I could see that he meant what he said by the look in his eyes, so I took a deep breath and moved my hands to his fly I undid his belt and then pulled at his buttons, pulling his jeans down I could see that he had a hardon that was straining at the material of his jockey shorts,

He pulled my head right into his crotch so that my face was buried in the material of his jockey's,

"Yeah breath in my smell, now Pull down my underpants and suck my hard cock".

I pulled his shorts down and his big dick sprang out at me as if it was trying to make its own way to my mouth, "Go on suck it faggott take all my cock"

Taking his cock in my mouth was an amazing feeling he tasted wonderful, I began to move my head backwards and forwards running my tongue all over the head of his cock he then began moving his hips pushing his cock deeper into my mouth , "Oh god this is fucking unbelievable you fags really can suck cock better than women" With that he started fucking my face harder and harder sinking his cock deep into my throat, I had to hold onto his legs to stop myself falling backwards as he was fucking my mouth so hard, after a few moments, "Shit Im going to cum"

I worked my mouth faster and faster on his cock as he shot his load into me. "Swallow all my cum fag" he groaned. After swallowing all of his cum I licked his uncut cock clean and pulled away from him as he had let go of my head, I thought my own cock would tear my jeans it was so hard I really wanted to get it out and wank myself of....

"Stand up and turn round" he snapped. I looked up at him "Do it" So I stood and turned knowing what was coming next, "Now drop youre pants and bend over" I undid my jeans and pulled them down then I pulled my underpants down I felt his hand on my shoulder then he pushed me forward.

I could feel his hand moving over my buttocks until he found my hole, he pushed one then two fingers into me, god it hurt like a bastard,

With his free hand he felt for my cock which was rock hard, "Well youre enjoying this arnt you" he said. With that he pulled his fingers out of my arse, I looked round to see him spitting on his cock he rubbed the spittle into his thick shaft and then grinned at me,

"Im going to fuck you so hard you'll be begging me to stop"

He moved forward and his cock head nudged against my arse then he pushed harder and he was in me, the pain was excrusiating it felt like I was being split in half, he pushed his dick into my hole and as his pubic hair brushed against me I knew he was all the way in, he withdrew and the pain subsided only to flair again as he rammed his cock back into me,

"God youre so tight" he said He began moving his cock faster and faster into my arse then he'd withdraw almost till he came out then ram himself back into me, it still hurt but the burning had been replaced by a more pleasurable sensation, as he pumped my arse he found my own hard cock again and began to wank me off which felt fantastic,

"Yeah Im fucking youre arse you bitch, god you love this don't you faggot" He was really slamming into me now the pain was unbearable but at the same time it really turned me on, I couldnt hold back any more and I shot my load all over his hand and the floor "Shoot youre cum go on shoot it all over" he said

He had his left arm wrapped around my belly and I sank into his arm letting him take my weight, I could feel his cock tence inside me as he carried on ramming himself into my arse... "Fuck Im cumming"

With that he shot load after load into my arse, I could feel his red hot spunk exploding deep inside me, "Yeah Im gonna fill youre arse with my cum you dirty faggot" He carried on fucking me till all his spunk was in my arse and running down my leg He pulled his cock out of me and moved away, "Now pull your pants up and get on with youre work faggot" he said laughing as he tieded himself up and walked away. We repeated that scene at least once a week after that first time but it was always done in the same fashion but deep down I think he.

Solid Gold

I have a confession to make. Actually, a couple of confessions. I have been crazy about cock since my early twenties. I was pretty active in those days. The more I got the more I wanted. Quite early on, I developed a "taste" for big cocks/ Oversized meat. No salami too long, no pork too thick, hard or hairy for my liking. As time went by< the inevitable happened: I ran into a few whoppers that were more than dud then stud. So I started paying more attention to technique instead of proportions. more quality than quantity. And along with the territory of becoming a "gourmet cocksucker" came a definite preference for uncut dick. A strong penchant for foreskin, the more the merrier. Now I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't still titillated by size.

Hell, a long schlong with a nice thick hood of skin is an unbeatable and irrestible combination. But alas, now that I've firmly established my obsession with uncut meat, its no longer cool to be an indiscriminate dickpig. I sure do miss those days when sex was fun and easily available and minimally dangerous. Fortunately for me, there are plenty of safe sex practices that are lots of fun too. Reading hot stories and talking raunchy j/o are my favorite ways to get off. I've got friends who will testify to the fact that I give "great phone." A buddy of mine called the other night, and by the time I finished with him, he said swore he could feel my hot mouth on his stiff joint. I aim to please! My buddy is in his late forties and he's got this ting about age. He thinks he's over the hill. I keep telling him, nothing could be further from the truth. Let me tell you what I told him, about an encounter I had a few years back, with a "senior citizen."

I was cruising the local x-rated video arcade. I was doing more watching than anything else. There were a few pretty boys around and they were too busy posing and hitting on one another to pay any attention to me. There were two or three tubbies who were chasing and being totally ignored by the pretty boys. And there were a couple of older fellows who seemed to be just hanging around keeping an eye open and waiting for something interesting to happen. I noticed one guy in particular. He looked to be in his early sixties, slim and medium height. He wore glasses and had a full head of hair which he wore in a crewcut. I figured he was probably an old married guy, there to watch a couple of flicks and check out the action. He was just an ordinary looking guy, probably somebody's grandfather. Meanwhile, another character walked in, a fortyish businessman type wearing a suit.

I figured him to be there for a quick blowjob after work, before going home to the wife and kids. He assessed the situation in the place. He perfunctorily dismissed the self-interested pretty boys, and then gave me a good looking over. He quickly made his way into one of the empty booths. Being a seasoned veteran of the place, I immediately noted that he had chosen one of the booths with a glory hole, but he did not close the door fully. I strolled nonchalantly past his booth and we made eye contact. My glance fell to his crotch and he obliged with giving himself a tantalizing squeeze. My heart raced; instead of opting for the impersonal glory hole, he wanted me to join him in his booth. I ducked into the booth with my tall dark businessman and closed the door. My partner was the silent type. He fed a handfull of change into the machine, selected a film and leaned back against the wall to watch it. On the screen some mammoth-breasted slut was sitting on a big dick. My businessman friend seemed to like what he saw. I dropped to my knees in front of him and carefully unfastened his belt and undid his trousers.

I reached into his shorts and his cock jumped to attention, so I hauled it out. It was fully erect and beautifully uncut. Nearly seven inches, the cock sported a thickskinned spout that extended a full inch from the throbbing dickknob. I grasped the cockshaft and gently squezzed, nibbling at the extended skin with my lips. My friend groaned and then shuddered as his cock swelled in my hand. Dismayed I pulled my head back in time to see a great gob of thick white cum ooze from the spout and onto the floor. Another shudder, another gob of cum. This had to be the quickest non-blowjob I ever gave. Just then, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. There in the next booth watching through the glory hole was the old guy with the glasses and crewcut. Moments later, my tall dark businessman had rearranged his clothes and was out the door. Back in the hall I noticed a few new faces had arrived. The old gent with the crewcut was staring at me. I had me eye on a skinny red headed kid with a promising buldge in his tight jeans. The old guy with the crewcut walked over to me and spoke,"I'm pretty much straight myself. I've never let a queer blow me before, but you seem like a nice young man." "How's that?" I said, incredulous. I couldn't belive my ears. "I said I'd let you blow me." I stared at the old man in stunned silence. The idea that I would want to suck his cock because I was "queer" was hilarious. My immediate urge was to tell him to get lost, but as I looked at the old guy, I thought better of it.

He wasn't so bad, why not give him a thrill? He must have assumed my look was lust cause he stepped into a nearby booth. I followed him in. Once in the booth with him, the old guy fed enough quarters into the machine to keep the movie running 20 minutes! The movie came on, a cunt was being fucked by two cocks at once, the old guy leaned against the wall his eyes glued to the screen. He obviously wanted me to give him the same attention that he watched me give to the businessman. Okay, old fella, I'll play that game. i dropped to my knees and undid his pants. "go slow," he said, looking down at me and smiling, "I want you to enjoy yourself." I smiled back up at him. It was so cute how he was getting off by doing me this favor. I slowly lowered his zipper. The baggy trousers fell to the floor around his hairless legs. He was wearing jockey shorts, so much for the old-fashioned guy. "Go slow," he repeated. Running my fingers under the elastic of his shorts, I slowly started to lower them, an inch at a time. The old guy had a great mass of grey pubic hair. "Stop now, lick the hair," he said. Holding my hands on his hips, I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose into his bush. It had a nice clean man-smell, I licked and sniffed some more. I pulled my head back and continued to lower his shorts.

When the base of his cock was exposed, I gasped and looked back up at him. He smiled again. Suddenly I was beginning to feel like the faggot that the old man expected of me. Emerging from the hairy nest, the shaft of the man's cock was remarkably thick. So much for going slow. . .in one quick motion, I lowered the shorts to his knees. My jaw dropped. This was no run-of-the-mill senior citizen cock. As I gazed admiringly, the thing began to swell and stand out slightly from his body. It was much too heavy to stand out straight. Over eight inches in length, the man's cock was eights inches in circumference too! It looked like an extra limb hanging there between his legs. And that wasn't all, the shaft did not taper at all toward the tip. It was just as thick at the cock-head as at the root! The plum-shaped dickknob was actually a good half-inch wider than the shaft.The angry purple knob with its wide piss-slit peeked out through a hole slightly smaller than a dime in his thick foreskin. This was without a doubt the most remarkable specimen of male organ I had ever seen. The shin on the entire length of the thick tube was uniformly bluish and translucent and completely covered by a network of thick veins that extended all the way to the end of the foreskin sheath. The old guy reached down and began to slowly stroke the enormous shaft.

The foreskin was tight as a rubber on the huge knob. "Do you like it?" he said. "Like it? I love it," I said. "My wife thinks its ugly," he told me, "but I always figured if I let a real homo get a look at it, he'd appreciate it." My heart was pounding. Opening my jaw as much as I could I took the huge head into my mouth, relishing the sensation of my lips against the thick meat. I pulled back to enjoy the glistening saliva on his foreskin. "Work your tongue under the skin and give some lubrication, It'll peel back about half way if you work at it," he said. My tongue slipped easily into the wide piss-slit and I tasted pre-cum. I lapped at the head until I was finally able to slip my tongue under the skin at the bottom of the knob. I worked my tongue slowly, back and forth and finally around the entire head. The pungent taste of man-meat filled my mouth and nose. I breathed deeply, I lapped wetly at my prise.

The old guy's balls were tight and hairy, the size of a large peach. I cupped the big hairy nuts in my hands, stretched my jaw to the limit and lunged forward, swallowing a good tree-quarters of the huge prick before the knob made me choke. I pulled back to look at it again....to kneel before it like an idol. The guy reached down and grasped it again, his fingers and thumb didn't even come close to touching. He squeezed and drew back, and as promised, the foreskin peeled back to half expose the saliva slick cockhead. Pre-cum oozed from the wide gash and dripped to the floor. The guy started to slowly stroke this bull-meat, my butthole twitched with the fantasy of some day....! "How do you want me to cum?" he asked. "I want you to blow your nuts right down my throat." I said. Pushing his hand out of the way I lunged forward, swallowing as much of this bull-cock as I could. I squeezed the hairy balls, I sucked deeply down the shaft, I wanted to have all this man's cock deep within me. The foreskin now slipped easily back and forth with every stroke of my hungry mouth. Suddenly the guy bucked his hips forward, my head as far down the shaft as it could go. "Take it, take it all, fuckin' faggot," he moaned. The big dick exploded down my throat, he came so hard it felt like he was pissing! I drank it all, every last drop. A few minutes later when I came out of the booth, breathless, my legs wobbly, the red-head was standing groping his dick through his jeans. I smiled and just kept walking, my oldie but goody with the white crew-cut spoiled me for young meat for sometime to come!

Muscle

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