At The Movies With A Straight Guy

I had a day off from work, but by the time I was up and awake, I hadn't made any plans for it. I knew I was horny, though, and decided to go check out that theater on Kings Highway that everyone is always talking about.

I procrastinated for a while, doing some shit around the house, and finally got there around 3 PM. I thought the place would have been quiet on a Wednesday afternoon, but I guess a lot of people took the day off from work or something, because it was pretty crowded. I knew from checking out the list on here that the gay movies were shown upstairs, so I headed right up to the balcony.

I didn't take long before two thoughts crossed my mind. One, the movie was awful; and two, that I had to go to the bathroom. Hoping that the second feature would be better, I figured I'd hit the john now. There were a couple of the usual trolls you find in any place like that, as well as a bunch of hot guys. They were all sitting around watching a straight porno on the TV set that's near the bathrooms, so I didn't pay too much attention to them, figuring they were straight. I did my business in the can, and then came out and pretended to watch the straight movie for a while, but I was actually looking at some of the hot guys from the corner of my eye.

It didn't take long before I realized the straight movie wasn't too bad. I've gone through bi "periods," but on the whole, cunt doesn't do much for me. The guys in the straight films, though, were another story. In the gay flick I'd been watching, they all looked anemic. In *this* movie, they were all pretty macho...big beefy guys, with big thick dicks. They looked pretty hot, despite where they were putting them, so I figured I'd watch for a while.

Unfortunately, there were no seats left downstairs there in the "lounge," so I figured I'd go upstairs into the straight theater itself, have a smoke, and watch the film until I thought it was "safe" to go back up into the balcony with gay movies. It was darker in there than I expected, so I stayed to the back and hugged the wall, watching this huge dick on the screen going through its paces.

Finally, my vision cleared, and I noticed to my surprise a banged-up old couch against the wall, about three feet from where I'd been standing. I thought that was pretty neat, so I sat down on it and lit up a smoke. As I was sitting there, I found that every time someone came in or went out, I had a perfect look at them, and a lot of these straight guys were not only hot to look at, but many of them had bulges going in their pants. There were two or three in particular that came in that really drew my attention, all hot young guys.

I'd just finished my cigarette when I noticed one of the hotter guys coming up the aisle to my left. Not only did he have the tell-tale tubular bulge of a hard-on, but he was pulling up his zipper! That got me hot, thinking about this straight macho man sitting in his seat pulling himself off.

He left, I thought for good, and my attention returned to the film. I guess he'd only gone to the can, though, because he came back in a few minutes later, and stood toward the back just about where I'd been when I first came into the theater. I realized that although he could see the movie, he probably couldn't see me - but I could see him. I surreptitiously opened my fly and pulled out my dick and started stroking on it.

It didn't take me long to realize that his vision was better than mine: he saw me, and saw what I was doing. He didn't seem offended, though; instead he inched closer to the couch and started rubbing the front of his pants, where that big tubular bulge had been. It dawned on me that he wasn't quite as straight as I'd originally thought - especially when he sat down on the couch next to me.

When he sat down, I was able to get a better look at him, and I was impressed. He was in his late twenties, and looked just like that guy in that murder trial, Matthew Solomon: good build, dark hair, dark eyes, the whole deal; the only difference was the moustache...this guy had one of those guinea moustaches that are so popular in Brooklyn, and make the guys who have them look so hot.

He was checking me out, too, and I caught his eyes lingering on my dick, so I thought I'd show it off a little better. I opened up my pants and tugged them down slightly so I could haul out my balls, too, and started doing long, slow, "show-off" strokes. Despite the fact that he was obviously interested, I was still a little surprised when he stretched his long legs out, spread them wide, and opened up his own pants. If he was wearing underwear, I couldn't see them. All I could make out was a really big dick in his fist. It wasn't thick, but it was long, and his hand looked really hot going up and down its length. I wanted to try too, and reached over to cop a feel. He pushed my hand away with his elbow.

"Just watch me," he whispered in a real husky, hoarse voice, "I get off on that." Fine by me! I settled back onto the couch to watch both the shows. On the big screen, some macho stud was getting his cock sucked, and on the couch next to me, another macho stud was stroking his rod. As the action on the screen intensified, so did the action next to me. Mr. Stud spread his legs a little wider, and jerked his dick a little faster. I think maybe he was trying to match the action on the screen stroke for stroke; I know he started getting lots more intense as the guy on the screen started getting closer to cumming.

He had just started going really, really fast when he turned to me, took a look at me stroking my dick, and said, "You watching me?" I said I was. He said, "Good, I'm going to cum. Watch me." I wonder if he really thought I wouldn't watch?

As the action on the screen built toward its climax, I kept half an eye on the movie, and the rest on Mr. Stud. He was stroking fast, and so was I. I'm not sure if he had this timed or not, but just as the guy in the film started to cum, so did Mr. Stud. He spread his legs real wide, pointed his long rod straight out, and let it fly. I wasn't quite as dramatic, but I came too, watching this (at least partially) straight macho stud blow his load for my benefit.

After he came, he just stuffed his dick back into his pants, got up, and left, this time for good. I had another cigarette, and finished it just in time to go upstairs and catch the opening of the other - and better - gay movie.

The Stud Across The Street Jerks Off

My "voyeur" story concerns a guy who lives across the street from my apartment building in Queens. The guy is a real fucking hunk, somewhere between 30 and 35 years old, with a nice tight body, dark, longish curly hair, a hairy chest, and a basket that just won't quit! I don't know his name or all that much about him, but the first time he came to my attention was back during the summer. There's a small postage-stamp park that my windows look out on to, and one morning I got up and saw him laying there on a chaise lounge, evidently trying to soak up some sun.

He was wearing a bathing suit (a regular one, not a pair of Speedos unfortunately), but that was all. I couldn't help but stare, and I must have stood in my window for more than an hour that morning. Everytime he rubbed a hand over his hairy chest, my dick got harder and harder, and when he stuck his hand into his bathing suit - to rearrange himself, I suppose - I shot right in my pants. After that, I kind of broke out of the spell, and was able to do what I was supposed to be doing that morning.

Needless to say, the next Saturday morning I waited by the window, and sure enough, I wasn't disappointed. I cooked up the wildest fantasies about him while I was watching him, and this time, I didn't even need him to stick his hand into his bathing suit before I popped off - I guess the fact that I was frantically pounding my meat had something to do with that! Every weekend, like clockwork, I stood there by the window, and every weekend, like clockwork, he'd show up, and I'd jerk off watching him. This was one handsome man! One Saturday, though, he didn't show up on time, and I was real disappointed. I sort of put my soft-on back into my pants, and started cleaning up the house.

I worked my way into the spare room (which faced another direction than the living room window, since it was a corner apartment), and for some reason (I guess because I was cleaning the window or something), I looked out the window, and guess who I happened to see on one of the balconies on the building across the street? Right - it wouldn't be much of a story with just me jacking off looking at the guy sunbathing. He was in the chaise lounge again, only this time - I guess 'cause he thought he was in private and couldn't be observed - he wasn't wearing the bathing suit...the handsome son-of-a-bitch was stark-fucking-naked! Fuckin' A!

I stripped down too, and hunted around for a few minutes for my pair of cheapo binoculars. I couldn't find them, and decided not to waste time tearing the closets apart looking for them, so back to the window I went. The way his balcony and my window were arranged, I could see him, but he couldn't see me, and I'm fairly sure, from the angles, that no one else from any of the other apartments could see him either. It was fucking great. He was reading something that looked like a skin mag, but I couldn't tell whether it was gay or straight, but what I could see was the effect it had on him...his cock was growing, and he was stroking it. Everytime he touched himself, I had to stop touching myself, or I'd have shot too damned soon.

I guess he hit a picture or something that he liked, because he went from just casually stroking to full-fledged jerking off. He looked really fucking hot, his legs spread wide, on either side of the chaise; one hand gripping his cock and the other playing with his nipples through the hair on his chest. I could tell when he was getting ready to cum - his back stiffened up, and he kind of arched-up off the chaise, and just when I thought he was shooting, I blew my wad hard all over the wall under the window. I thought my fucking guts were shooting out the end of my dick! He must have felt good too, because he just layed there for a minute, and then picked up the skin mag and went inside his apartment, I guess to clean himself off. I waited around for a few minutes to see if he'd come back, but he didn't, so I started to clean again, paying special attention to the area on the wall that was now dripping with my cum.

Tea-Room Jerk-Off

Most tea rooms aren't what they used to be, but that doesn't mean that I've stopped trying to find good ones. Usually, if a place gets a certain reputation, even after a couple of slow years, it always has something fun going on there.

One of my favorite experiences took place in the mens room in the Times Square subway station, on the number one line. A couple of years ago they renovated it to turn it into both a mens and a womens room, but before that, it was basically two big rooms, one with urinals on both walls (this was the room you first entered into), and then, off to the side, another room with a couple of stalls. Although there were always some guys to be found jerking off at the urinals, the real hot action always occurred in the other room, by the stalls. If you'd been there, you'd know that the stalls had no doors, and that very few people ever went there to take care of bodily functions. Mostly it was full of guys like myself that wanted to get their rocks off with another hot guy.

This one particular day that I'm thinking about, it was cold out - I remember because everyone was wearing jackets - but nice and warm in there. I just went in on a lark, not expecting to find anything going on at ten in the morning, but I was wrong. In the back, by the stalls, there were a whole bunch of guys milling around. Most of them I wouldn't have touched with a ten-foot pole, but there were a couple who stood out.

Two of them, both of whom looked almost exactly alike, were sharing one stall, and although they had their backs facing out most of the time, you could tell they were jerking each other off. When they finally did turn around - or shifted enough so you could see their faces - that's when I saw how much alike they both looked. They were both really muscular, late twenties or early thirties or so, dark, wavy hair, big thick moustaches. I tried and I tried, but I just couldn't get a look at their cocks - I guess they wanted to be secretive.

As I was watching them, another guy turned up, who's really the main man in this story. He was about the same age as the other two, and looked a little like them - clean strong face, cleanshaven, but muscular and handsome, with dark curly hair and really handsome brown eyes - but he sure wasn't secretive about his dick: he had it, and his hefty balls, sticking out of his fly. He was so hard it pointed almost straight up!

Needless to say, in a place like that, the early bird gets the worm (so to speak), and I guess I just wasn't fast enough (part of it was, this guy was so goodlooking, I was afraid he might be an undercover cop or something like that). Before I could get near him, one of the other guys in the place swooped down on him, and standing right there in the middle of the floor, started to suck his cock. He really seemed to be enjoying it, and I figured, what the fuck, and hauled out my own meat.

As I said, he looked like he was enjoying it, and I was sure not long after, because after just a minute or two, the guy doing the sucking straightened up and just started stroking the guy's cock. He was on a real hair-trigger, because his cock just shot its load straight up the air, and onto the other guys coat (that's how I remember the coat). He stood there for a minute with his cock still sticking out of his pants, and since I wanted a feel, I reached over and fondled his cum-covered cock and heavy balls while I jerked off and shot my load on the floor and the walls of one of the stalls. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, and we both put our equipment away and left, him going in one direction, and me, reluctantly, going in the other.

Tea Room Suck-Fest

I've been going to t-rooms for years, since I was in my early teens. One year my family moved, but kept me in the same junior high school, so I had to take the subway back and forth every day. One day I had to go to the bathroom really bad, and ducked into one of the subway pay toilets (back then, you still had to pay a dime to get in). I stood there, doing my business, and wondered why there were a bunch of guys standing around in there not doing anything. I think I thought they had ducked in to smoke a cigarette or something.

A few days later, I had to go again, and there was another group of guys standing around doing nothing except staring at each other. Weird, I thought. Then one of them came over to the urinal next to me, and I thought he was taking a piss, until he stepped back a little bit and I looked down and saw his dick - and it was hard! I got scared, stuffed my now-hard weiner back into my pants, and ran for the door. When I got home, though, I was real excited about what I'd seen, and decided to check the place out the next day. The rest, as they say, is history.

By the time I was in my early twenties, I was something of an old-hand at it. I knew where the hot ones were, and the best times to go, so if I were going back and forth to work and felt horny, I could stop off for a few minutes and get my rocks off quick. A lot of times, I got horny just thinking about going, and had to go anyway.

While I've had a lot of hot times, I remember this one was the best. It happened in February of this year, in a t-room in a subway station in Queens, where I live. I had nothing to do that night and didn't feel like hanging around in the city, so I decided to stop off here on my way home. Boy, was I glad I did!

This particular mens room is great for sex, because it has a heavy front door that creaks real loud when its opened, and then whoever comes in has to walk a few steps, then go up a short flight of stairs, then turn and come through another doorway. From the time the front door first creaks, you have plenty of time to get yourself back together and look innocent. Needless to say, by the time I got in there, everybody was back together and looking innocent (even I hadn't figured out a way to get the door not to creak!). There were a bunch of guys hanging around, slightly more than usual...about twelve in all, not counting me. A couple of them seemed to be guys from the college whose buses stopped upstairs, and the rest were from sixteen or seventeen to about thirty. They were all types; a couple looked Italian, a few looked Hispanic, some of the college guys looked like the real jock types (including one who had such broad shoulders, you could almost picture him playing football). The rest were kind of average.

The way they were standing around said that I had interrupted something, so I decided to get things going again. I walked over to one of the urinals, whipped out my shlong, and just stood there, holding it like I was pissing. Then I'd start to glance over my shoulder every few seconds, first on one side and then on the other, and standing there with all these good-looking guys was starting to get my dick hard, so I started rubbing it. As soon as they figured out I was safe and there for the same things they were, the fun started, and I almost broke my neck twisting my head around to catch all the action!

One of the college guys (he was about 20, about six feet tall, had blond hair and green eyes), turned to the one he was standing next to, another of them (this guy was the football player - looked a little older, had slightly longish, brown hair, brown eyes, maybe 5'9" or 5'10"), and put his hand right between the guys legs, right on the bulge in his jeans, and started rubbing it.

One of the Italian looking kids (he was maybe 17 or so, short, dark hair and eyes and a gorgeous fucking face with the beginnings of a moustache, and wearing a leather jacket with the emblem of some rock group on it), walked over to one of the stalls (one with one of the older looking, spanish guys in it), unzipped his fly and whipped out his dick. The spanish guy leaned forward to started sucking the kid's cock! It looked real fucking hot: the kid, in his leather jacket, his hands gripping the tops of the sides of stall, thrusting his hips to fuck this guys face! Wow!

I looked around to the other side of me, against the wall, and there were two groups going at it. In one, the kid who looked to be about sixteen was just standing there up against the wall, his jeans down his knees, while two of the college guys were on their knees sucking his dick and licking his balls and his stomach...and for a 16, this kid had a real nice, big dick. They must have been good - he seemed to enjoy it - and before long the two of them had their flies open and their dicks out and were jerking off while they worked on this kids dick! It got even hotter when they started to jerk on each others dicks, with their faces nose-to-nose with this young studs dick between them, their tongues all over it all his balls.

The other group was also a trio, an older Italian-looking guy (he was maybe 27 or 28, about six feet tall, heavy moustache, five o'clock shadow), one of the other college kids (this one looked like a senior, a real hairy guy, about the same height, with brown hair...I couldn't see his eyes, since his back was turned to me, but then I did get to see his great looking ass!), and one of the spanish guys, who looked to be about 24 or so. They all had their flies open (the college guy had the top of his pants open!), and they were standing there with their hands on each others dicks, jerking them off, feeling up each others balls and chests and hands and legs...It was really wild to see three hot looking guys standing around jerking each other off!

By this time, my dick was so hard I thought it would break off, and since I figured I have nothing to hide, I turned around from the urinal where I'd been hiding it and started stroking it. Hot fucking scene! I peered over the top of the other stall, next to the one where the leather-jacketed Italian was still getting blown, and if it's possible, got even hotter: there, sitting down, was this fucking hunk, leaning back stroking his cock! This guy was sitting there with his pants and briefs pulled down to his ankles, his shirt opened and unbuttoned, leaning against the wall! What a view! He looked like he was in his late teens, had brown, curly hair, olive skin, a hairy chest and stomach, and huge, thick cock. I almost came just from seeing him like that, but I managed to hold off. I walked around the edge of the stall, and stood right in front of it, me jerking my dick he jerked his. Fuckin' ay!

All of a sudden he stood up, his cock in his hand, sill staring straight at me. I'm not one to pass up an invitation, so I walked over to him, still playing with my wang, until we were right next to each other. I reached with my other hand and caught a hold of his big cock. Christ, it felt so big! I dropped my hand down to his low-hanging balls, and found them to be real big and heavy. I think I was in love!

He did the same to me, and a minute or so later, we were standing there, with his hand pressing together both our dicks, jerking on them both at the same time, my hand rubbing up and down his hairy chest and then going down to play with his balls, hefting them up and fondling them. It was hot, and I was starting to get close. I grabbed his dick and gave it a few tugs, and this his hands left my dick and started playing with his hairy nipples. I could tell this guy was a close as I was, so I stepped off to the side a little, my hand still on his cock, and started to jerk him off for real, pounding my hand up and down his big shaft...all the while, the head of my cock was rubbing against his hairy ass cheeks, and it felt GOOD!

He started to tense and breath heavy real fast, and all of a sudden I felt his cock throb and get harder, and then he shot with a real loud groan! Damn! His cum shot out of his cock like a bullet out of a gun! Real heavy fucking spurts that went "splat!" on the concrete floor. That seemed to start a chain reaction...I could tell the Italian kid in the next stall was coming cause of the way he was cursing..."Fuck, fuck...swallow that load, man!" over and over again. I looked over on the side, and saw a just a bunch of moving arms and shooting cocks, cum spraying everywhere...and so while there was still time for me, I kept milking my guys dick and jerked myself. It didn't take too long, and soon I was shooting, my knees shaking, my hand on this guys dick...I was shooting all over the stall wall. Jesus Christ that felt fucking good!

After that, it was strangely quiet. Everybody just stood there tucking their shirts back in, pulling up their pants or just zipping up their flies. I just stuffed my dick back in my pants, zipped up and headed for the door. I've been there a lot of times since, but nothing - nothing! - ever would equal this!

Docking With A Local Italian Stud

Bob was a guy whose acquaintance I'd made on another BBS, a straight "chat" system. We started chatting on-line because our IDs indicated we lived in the same area, and sure enough, he lived about two blocks from me. The conversation was relatively innocuous - the neighborhood, various BBS' and so on - until I made a "pronoun slip" and he picked up on the fact that I was into guys. Lo and behold, Bob wasn't quite as straight as I thought either!

Things picked up kind of rapidly from there. I transmitted my description, which he said he liked, and he sent me his...bi, Italian, 24 years old, 6' tall, 175 pounds, jet-black hair, brown eyes, muscular build...clean-shaven, 7" uncut dick. You folks *know* the effect Italians have on me, but he didn't - so I told him. That evidently had an effect on *him*, and the conversation quickly headed for the gutter. We talked for about 20 minutes online, and then, just about the point when I expected him to ask to "go voice," he surprised me by asking if he could come over, reminding me that he lived only two blocks away. I considered it for about 1/4 of a second and then agreed, incredibly thankful that my cleaning woman had been in the day before. For the next ten minutes I sat as close to the door as I could, listening intently for the sound of footsteps on the path. All I could hear were the traffic noises though, so I almost jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and -Jesus Christ!-

His "transmitted" profile was one of those that was a definite understatement: this guy was HOT! I almost raped him right there in the doorway, till I remembered the old adage that, "Love is blind but the neighbors ain't," so I invited him in and having offered him a soda, scurried off to the kitchen to compose myself. When I walked into the living room, I almost dropped the glass on the floor, because Bob had sprawled out on the couch, opened his jacket and the shirt beneath it, opened his fly and pulled down his briefs, and was sitting there on the couch with his fist wrapped around a decently thick piece of meat.

I managed to set the glass down on the coffee table and the few seconds that took gave me time to stare up and down his body a few times. In the light, I could see his five o'clock shadow dusting his face...down at the base of his neck, a tuft of hair that branched out into a fine, dark, silky covering across his entire chest, and finally stampeding down the center of his abs, fanning out around his navel, then thinning back into the treasure trail until it blossomed again around his crotch. His dick looked hot, with the tip just peeking out of his foreskin as he moved his fist slowly up and down his rod. He had his snowy white briefs tucked under his nuts, and they looked pretty hefty, and the tops of his thighs - what little I could see - looked furry. It looked really sexy against his olive skin.

His legs were spread wide and he was slouched back on the couch, so I stepped up between his legs and grabbed his shaft, letting my hand ride on his as it moved slowly up and down. He sighed and let go, leaning back a little bit more as he folded his hands behind his neck. I stroked him, feeling the heat in his stiff dick. I moved my fist up and down a few times, and then grasped it around the base and peeled back his foreskin...and then changed the position of my hand a little and continued stroking. On each up-stroke, I made sure I concentrated on the head of his dick with my palm, and each time I did that, I could see his stomach muscles twitch.

I couldn't have been doing this for more than a minute when I saw/felt him grab my hard dick through my jeans. He massaged it through the denim for a bit, then popped the top button...pulled down the zipper and tugged them open. He felt my cock through my briefs, grasping it roughly, fisting it through the white cotton, and then pulled them and my jeans down to about knee level and took my dick in his hand. There we were, him laying there with his eyes closed jerking my rod and me standing with my eyes wide open stroking his. Although we were jacking each other slowly, there was an intensity...a firmness in the grip...a strength to it all. We weren't delaying, we were working up to it.

He let go then and stood up, bending over briefly to yank his pants and briefs down till they were around his ankles, and he shuffled a step closer to me. He put his arm - his right arm - around the back of my hand and pulled my face toward his, locking our lips together. I felt his tongue darting out, just tracing the outline of my lips, and I returned the favor, the tip of my tongue just brushing the tip of his. I could feel him grab his dick with his other hand and start to stroke it, pulling it upwards between our bodies.

He let go of me and staggered back a step, still fisting his dick in his left hand and wrapped his right hand around my rod, pulling it upward in a rhythm with his own. His eyes, his deep brown eyes, were open now, staring into mine, but I kept breaking the stare to look down his body and watch him fisting both our dicks.

Then he did something that I'd only heard about but never tried. He moved...hopped, almost...a little closer to me, and I looked down to watch him peel back his foreskin. He held his dick straight out, and then held mine in the same position, moving the two heads together. Then he started to roll his foreskin forward again, only this time, he covered the heads of both our dicks with it! I'd read about docking, but never had the urge the try it...but I'd have done almost anything with this guy. It wasn't a perfect fit, but it felt...good! Good, and erotic, and it was a hot sensation being intimate with a guy like this to this extent. He was evidently satisfied with it too. He grabbed our joined dicks - right at the "seam" - with his left hand and started stroking them, very gently back and forth. What a fucking incredible feeling! I could feel the tingle all the way down to my toes! Every few gentle strokes, he twisted his wrist (or something; I had too many stars in my eyes to tell for sure), so that the heads of our hard dicks rotated around each other inside his 'skin. Christ!

With him coordinating the action, I had little to do but stand there and enjoy it, so enjoy it I did. I suddenly remembered I had hands, so I raised them both to his chest and started them roaming over his pecs and abs, feeling the muscles under the skin...feeling them tense...brushing through the downy fur that accented his olive skin so well...flicking a little at his stiff nipples.

He spoke then. "Ever try this before?" I told him I hadn't. "Do you like it?" I said I did, and he smiled, and his smile was as handsome as the rest of him. It triggered something in me, something else, and I felt myself heading for the finish line way too soon. It felt too good to stop though. I told him, "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum soon." He just smiled again and kept it up anyway...in fact, he sped up the action a little bit, grasping a little more firmly. Then he sped up a lot, jerking both our cocks at the same time. He started bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, stretching and thrusting the head of his dick hard against mine. He said, "Are you close?" I said I was.

"Me too." He stroked more, harder. "Want to go for it?" I nodded, and dropped one of my hands from his chest to his balls, hefting them in my hand. He took his other hand and rested it on my shoulder, supporting the two of us while he jerked us both in his fist. I wanted to shoot with him and it took all my concentration not to blow off - a concentration that I lost when he said, "I'm gonna cum!" "Me too!"

"Let's do it together," he gasped, and then he started a countdown: "Five....four....three....two....one....ZERO!" At zero, he threw his head back and growled, and I let loose and started to shoot off, holding his balls in one hand and his chest in the other, his hand on my shoulder....I felt him cream too, and the pressure on my dick from that made it even more intense. I knew now why he had been "holding me up," because we both staggered against each other...it was strong enough that my knees had buckled.

I finally felt like I'd been drained dry, and noticed then that he had stopped moving his fist. He still held both our dicks, but the only thing moving was his chest as he breathed...panted, almost. We disengaged almost gingerly, and he apologized, saying that his dick was very sensitive after he shot off. As I was looking at the puddle on the floor, he surprised me yet again...instead of pulling up his pants, he was taking them off, and I was mystified until he asked if he could shower. I showed him where the bathroom was, then went and got two towels...one for him and one to clean up the floor with.

He dressed quickly after he got out of the shower, saying he had to get home. We paused at the door to share one more kiss, fully dressed this time, and he said he wanted to get together with me again. I figure I'll show him one or two of my favorite tricks next time out!

In A Massachusetts Mall Men's Room

I had the misfortune to have been sent by my company up to a training class outside of Boston, and having been there before, expected to spend the entire week hard-up and frustrated. Natick, Massachusetts, is in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I was quite sure they still defined "gay" as happy. *sigh*

It wasn't until my third day there, on my lunch-break, that I happened to have some extra time to kill and wandered into the little shopping center across the road from where we were having classes. While there, I had to take a leak... (Bet you can see where this is leading, huh?) Much to my surprise, it turned out this little shopping center men's room in the middle of nowhere was apparently quite a hot spot. The usual graffiti all over the walls, and lots...and I do mean LOTS...of dried cum stains all over the walls of the stores. I quickly decided that checking out this place was infinitely more interesting than the Barnes & Noble "Books for a Buck" table!

I didn't have long to wait before I discovered my decision was the correct one, as the other stall quickly became occupied. There were the usual quiet moments, then the universal signal from the other side: he tapped his foot.

I tapped back. Next thing I know, a pair of knees is coming under the stall wall. Looked pretty good, tanned, covered with dark swirls of hair...then the "piece de resistance": a big, hard, uncut cock, in the middle of the legs. I reached down and started stroking it, really working that foreskin, finally pulling it back and rubbing my palm around the head, feeling the shaft get real hard. He seemed to be enjoying it - when all of a sudden, it (and the legs), disappear! I was just gonna chalk it up to experience and split, when I see his hand motioning to me...he wanted mine! I got myself into position, hugging the wall, and stuck knees and crotch under the wall. I feel his hands rub my legs, starting at my knees, working up my thighs, and finally, one hand grabbing my balls and the other working on my shaft. Felt pretty good.

Now, I don't know how he did it, or what position he had to get into to do it, but the next thing I know, I feel him licking my cock! He started at the head, nibbling and licking, and then plants the whole thing down his throat, inch by inch. Talk about unexpected! I felt like I'd stuck my dick into a Hoover Wet-Vac... It was wild! There I was, hugging the wall, the cool metal holding me up, and this guy - who I only know from the waist down! - chowing down on my rod, and doing a damn good job of it. I wanted this to last for a little while, but I made the mistake of opening my eyes and couldn't help but look at the graffiti in front of my face. "17 Year Old Needs Cock Sucked. Junior at Natick H.S. Meet here after 3:30." That did it...between the mental imagery and the hot fucking blow job I was getting, I shot off. I felt five...maybe five and half... good blasts, and this guy sucked down every one of 'em. My muscle control gave out, and I kinda fell back, right on my ass onto the cold tile. Wow! I regained my composure and waited for him to stick his cock back through -- but he wouldn't! I guess he was waiting for the 17 year old or something, but I couldn't stick around to find out...had to get back to class. *sigh*

Married Man At The Movies

For quite some time, I had been carrying on correspondence with one of more interesting-sounding users...since I'm not the type to kiss-and-tell, I'll let you guess at his name (well, OK, suck-and-tell is a little different, but I'm still not going to identify him). I will say that he is in his early thirties, married, and bi, and described himself as being about 5'7" or so, maybe 150 pounds, brown-haired, hairy-chested and fairly well-hung. Well, to get back to the story at hand, for some time we had been trying to arrange a meeting, and finally we hit on a day and time that seemed good for both of us.

For various reasons, we couldn't use either of our houses, so we agreed to meet at a straight porno theater on Kings Highway in Brooklyn that seemed to be well-known for it's all-male action in the balcony and bathrooms. I deliberately got their a little early, to check the place out. I was very surprised to find that they had done some re-arranging to the place since the person who described it to me had been there last: now, up the balcony, they were showing all-male fuck flicks.

There were various guys wandering around up there, sometimes making contact with each other in the balcony aisles, but I guess since this was a Friday afternoon, things were quieter than normal. I skipped the straight part of the theater to check out the basement men's rooms, only to find them empty, except for one stall where a young, Italian-type (the term used to be "cugine"), had his pants around his ankles and was beating off. He had the door closed, so I couldn't tell too much in the dim lighting, and when I went to peek in through the cracks around the door he turned his back, so I guess he was one of the straight ones. Shame; he was a real hunk, just my type!

On the way back up, I checked out the straight section of the theater, and sat down for a few minutes, watching the straight action. Seemed much like all-male porn - no plot, no dialogue except for grunts, groans and moans. I was very surprised when I caught sight of a guy disappearing off to the side, to standing behind another guy who was seated, who started playing with his dick - it looked like he was sucking it! I thought I'd seen everything there was to see down there, but when I turned around to leave, sitting a few rows behind me were two fairly good-looking guys, one in his late twenties, another in his early thirties, seating a seat apart, and the younger one had his hand in the older one's lap.

And this was in the straight part of the theater! Holy shit! I ought to stop for a minute to explain why all of this excited me so much As some of you may have read, straight men turn me on, and so do men who resemble the "Brooklyn" type. Finding a place like this - right in the heart of Brooklyn - was enough to get my cock hard by itself; and finding action like this there was almost enough to make me shoot in my pants! I had to hold off, though, since the guy I was supposed to meet was due soon. Inasmuch as I had promised to meet him outside, I waited until the bulge in my pants went down, and left to meet him on the corner. Fortunately for my nerves (he was the first user I had met that I didn't know before I brought the board up), he was right on time, and his description had been accurate. Since I had described what I'd be wearing, he had no trouble finding me, and we soon were inside the theater, together.

First thing we did was head up to the balcony, and find some seats. We chatted for a while, and I, starting to get horny again, started rubbing my cock through my pants. He seemed to be getting horny, too, so I reached over and closed my hand around the mound in his pants...and found a nice, hard dick underneath. I whispered in his ear for him to unzip himself, and I pulled down my fly and whipped out my dick. Now we were both sitting there, next to each other in a straight porno theater in Brooklyn with our cocks sticking up out of our laps. I reached over and started slowly jacking on his cock, and he wrapped his fingers around the head of my dick and started rubbing and caressing it. It felt great! After a few minutes of that he decided it was time for something new. Since we had both shared the fact that we had taken the test and tested negative, I sure didn't mind when he lowered his face into my lap and took my hard rod all the way down his throat. I kept my hand wrapped around his dick, and stroked his cock while he sucked mine.

I tapped him on the shoulder, indicating I wanted a turn, and we traded places. I started by licking his big balls, and then working my tongue up the shaft and around the head, and then took him the way he took me - deep and fast. I guess I must have been good; he leaned back in the seat and let my mouth have it's way with his cock and balls. Soon his breathing quickened, and I felt his cock start to get stiffer, so I pulled off. He grabbed his cock, moved to the edge of the seat, and I could just barely make out him shooting his load on the back of the seats in front of us. Wow! We took a break to smoke a cigarette and get our breath back, and after a few more minutes, we were ready to go at it again. This time, I started sucking his dick first, working my lips and tongue around the head of his cock while one of my hands stroked his shaft and the other worked on his balls.

I had such a good time, my jaws started getting tired, and I pulled back and let him do me. He was even better the second time around, and all too quickly, I was shooting my load across the back of the seats. Then I was back into his lap, and licked and jerked him to another orgasm. It was a hell of an afternoon, but we both had to get going. Before we left, though, we did agree to get together again for another hot afternoon!

Orgy In The Bushes

Far be it for me to give up a good thing! It was a b-o-r-i-n-g night, and I was pretty horny, so I headed back to that "interesting little car cruising spot" I mentioned last month. I guess I wasn't the only one feeling that way, because before long, the joint - and mine! - was jumping... It started a couple of minutes after midnight. A little red sportscar had pulled up next to my car, and the guy inside looked pretty hot. Young and blond, he divided up his time examining his tan and staring back at me staring at him.

This went on for a couple of minutes, and I was getting even more worked-up than I had been before. I decided to "move in for the kill." I made something of a show fishing my hard dick out the leg of my shorts (not that it had that far to go!), and kinda obviously sat there stroking it. He stopped playing with his tan, that's for sure! He stared for another few minutes, then got out of his car. He stood, next to my car, on the passenger side. He was trying to act non-chalant, but face it, if you were watching a hot guy stroke his dick in the front seat of his car, how cool could you act? As the minutes passed, he was spending more and more staring in through the window, and I had a great view of the bulge that was growing between the legs of his shorts. It was time.

I popped the locks on the doors, and motioned him to come on in. He all but hopped in, shucking down his shorts before his hot little ass hit the seat. "Hi," I said, "my name's Mike." "Mine too." He already had his legs spread wide, and his hand wrapped around his shaft. "Where you from?" he asked, and I told him. He said he was from Long Beach, just as he grabbed for my meat. Fair's fair, I thought, and grabbed for his. It wasn't thick, but it was long, and in the light of the single street lamp, it was quite a sight, standing up tall between his tanned legs, over a hefty pair of balls. He wasn't my usual type - I usually don't go for the blond, smooth, surfer-boy type - but he was hot, and just as horny as I was.

We started stroking each other simultaneously. "What are you into?" I asked. "Jerking off." Fine with me! I ran my hand up and down his shaft, making sure I ran my palm over the head every few strokes. He seemed to get off on that - every time I did it, his back arched up a little bit and he'd fuck my fist. A real firecracker, this one. After a couple of minutes, I decided to have some fun with the guy. I leaned over and, with his cock firmly grasped in my hand, starting licking his balls. They were real heavy - even bigger than mine - and I had a field day, running my tongue over them...sucking them, one at a time, into my mouth. He must have liked it...he started moaning, softly, "Oh wow..."

He slumped back in the seat a little further, and put his hand on the back of my head, first tousling my hair, then moving it down to the back of my neck. I kept stroking his hard rod, gradually speeding up, and my tongue was still busy on his balls. I remember him saying, "Hey, Mike, that feels great! Keep doing it!" I didn't need any encouragement - I was having a ball...or two... I sensed he was getting close. I tightened my grip on his long rod and really let loose, pumping up and down quickly, licking his heavy nuts. Up and down, faster and faster, and I could feel his balls start to tighten up with my tongue. He was breathing real heavily now, and his ass was bucking up and down on the seat, fucking my fist. All of a sudden, he gasped, "It's gonna cum!" Without losing the pace, I sat up quickly - I wanted to see this! I wasn't disappointed, either.

While I'd been sucking his nuts, he'd hiked up his t-shirt, holding it in place under his t-shirt, and the first shot blasted all over his smooth chest. One, two...three...four good blasts, gradually getting lower and lower on his hairless gut. Wow! I milked his cock till it was empty, and he just looked up at me, still sprawled back, and smiled. "That was great!" he said. I smiled back. He must have gotten nervous or something, because the next thing I knew, he said he had to go, pulled up his shorts, and got out of the car. It wasn't until he was pulling out of his parking space that I realized I hadn't cum yet! Nuts! The night was young though, and as I looked around at all the empty cars around me, I realized that everybody else was skulking around in the bushes. Quickly putting myself together - but not *too* together - I hopped out and headed for the stand of trees where all the night-time action takes place.

My sixth sense was working just fine that night. Even in the dim moonlight, I could count nine others besides myself standing there under the trees - and I was the most-dressed of all of 'em! Shit! Although I'm going to use names and tell something about each one here to keep everybody...uh, straight...I didn't learn all their names till later on... A couple of feet away were two pretty hot guys... Steve was dark, Italian-looking, 29 and hot, like most firemen. The other was his buddy, also a fireman...Andy was 33, blond, with a moustache, and built! It took me a minute to see 'em clearly in the shadows, and just as my eyes focused, the dark-haired one, Steve, dropped to his knees in front of Andy and started chowing down on the big, thick cock sticking out of his pants. Wow! I moved a little closer, feeling my own cock coming back to life in my shorts. I watched Steve give Andy what looked like an expert suck job. His head was bobbing up and down, and Andy stood there, clasping Steve's head with both hands. I could hear him saying, "Suck it! Suck it!" over and over again.

I hauled out my dick, again through the leg of my shorts, and started stroking it, moving a little closer to Andy and Steve. I should have known I wouldn't have to do it too long. Another shape emerged from the shadows into the little clearing we were in. Barry is 25, and though he was built like an athlete, he just works in a sporting goods store at a mall in Brooklyn. He looked real hot...muscular, hairy-chested, moustache...and stark naked! I wondered briefly where he'd left his clothes, but after he wrapped his hand around my dick, I stopped caring. He started doing to me what I'd done to Mike, and it felt great! Naturally, I reached down and grabbed ahold of his rod, pumping it lightly - I wanted this to last a while! In the meantime, while I'd been staring at Barry's hot bod, Steve and Andy had attracted an audience. Two young guys stood there, their jeans peeled down (but not off), their shirts opened, looking at the action and each other while they jacked off. Paul and Dave were their names, and they could have been twins.

Both 21...both their bodies tight and hard...with the moonlight reflecting off their washboard guts. Both dark-haired. Paul had a moustache, though, a small, thin one. They seemed to be alike in the cock department, too...both looked a little bigger than average, and thick! I kinda lost my view when they turned to each other, locked their lips together and started stroking each other. Barry and I, meanwhile, were still stroking each other, and two more guys decided to get in on the action. One of 'em, Don, was 27 and really looked like a med student. He was wearing shorts, but as he approached Barry and I, he dropped 'em, bent down to pick 'em up, and put 'em around his neck. He left his t-shirt on, so I couldn't see too much of his chest, but he had a cute face...smooth, and a big grin. He was walking toward us, slowly, priming up his meat with each step.

Alan, who was 24, was a dead-ringer for Steve Guttenberg - I had to keep from swooning! - and he just unzipped his fly and hauled out his cock and balls. After our two-some became a four-some, I kinda lost track of the others for a few minutes. We each "introduced" ourselves, running our hands over each other's bodies. Don was uncut, and a shiver seemed to run through him as I rolled back his foreskin....Alan was cut, and while his cock wasn't very long, it sure was thick! I remember standing there, Don's cock in one hand, Alan's in the other, with them taking turns with mine and Barry's. Our hands were all over each other; we moved from stroking each other's dicks to copping feels of each other's butts. About the same time as Barry and Don started kissing each other, another guy joined in...Mark. Mark had to be the hottest in the group.

One of those "perfect Italians" I always talk about, he was wearing shorts, and had a decent-sized dick poking out the leg. He was wearing one of those mesh shirts, and I could see the dark swirls of hair on his chest through it. He had really muscular legs and arms, and on one bicep, he had a tattoo. His moustache, hair and eyes (yeah, he was that close!) were all brown. Mark was 28, and although I didn't know it at the time, a cop! I dropped Alan's dick, and reached up over for Mark's. As soon as I wrapped my hand around it, it stiffened up, getting harder in my hand. Felt great! I sorta turned away, leaving Barry, Don and Alan to their own devices, and concentrated on Mark. We moved in, closer to each other, and I felt Mark's hand fondling my balls. Our dicks were touching, tip to tip, so I dropped my hand a little and did the same to him.

With my other hand, I reached up and started playing with his tits through his shirt. He sucked in his breath the first time I did it, so I kept my left hand moving back and forth on his chest, while I played with his nuts with my right. Mark staggered a little closer, and pressed both our cocks up between our bellies. He felt so warm! Well, with him that close, there wasn't much I could do with my hands, so I wrapped them around him, pulling him even closer to me, then running them over his shoulders and down his muscular arms, feeling them. He did the same to me, grinding his hips into me, thrusting. He dropped his head down onto my shoulder, nuzzling my neck, and I reached down, cupping his hot, hairy ass in my hands, feeling it tighten each time he ground into me. He stepped back then, not far...grabbed both our cocks in his hands, and started stroking them at the same time.

There were were, dick to dick, balls to balls, nose to nose. He was stroking both our rods up and down, and then he leaned forward a little, twisting his head, and kissed me. Christ, what a kisser! I imagined what it would have been like with some tongue! It was light peck, though...he was just tasting my lips, and I savored the feel of his on mine. We were just working up a good rhythm, and I was feeling myself getting close to cumming, when somebody said (loudly, it seemed, the only sound other than the occasional car passing), "Hey, guys, come here." We both turned in the direction of the voice (I could see everybody else turning, too), to see Steve, the hot little fireman from before, basically stripped naked, lying down on a blanket that I hadn't noticed before. He laid there, his legs spread, stroking his cock up and down, almost leisurely.

The voice belonged to Andy...he said, "Hey, come here...he wants us to jack off on him." Everybody else kinda looked at each other for a minute, and then we all seemed to reach some kind of agreement. Almost in unison, we all started walking toward Steve, who laid there licking his lips, looking up at all of us. It was then I noticed that we'd gained another "participant," a young black guy named John. I couldn't tell too much about him, but his dick! I'll tell you, if he was the only example, that old story is true! (grin) It only took a few seconds before we were all gathered around Steve, in sort of loose circle. Andy stood at his head, Barry, Don and Alan down one side, with Mark and I...Mark was standing next to Allan. Paul, Dave and John took up the other side. Shit, what a sight! There we were, foot to foot, standing over Steve in that little woodsy clearing in the moonlight, all of us apparently hard as rocks (I knew Mark and I were!), with the only sound being our breathing and that unique sound of hands on cocks. We all stared at each other, drinking in the sights, everybody getting off watching everybody else. Gradually, the fists on the cocks started moving faster and faster. Legs got spread wider and wider. It was like a contest, everybody wanting to shoot at the same time.

My own hand was racing up and down my meat, and every now and then, I felt my elbow collide with Mark's as he stroked his own hefty dick. Andy was the first to shoot. Through clenched teeth, he said, "I'm gonna cum!" and with that, he let loose, shooting his load down onto Steve's chest. I think that set everybody else off; Don and Alan both seemed to cream at the same time. Mark had to be different, though... He gave a sort of half-turn, and, drooping his head, started nuzzling my shoulder through my shirt. That set me off! I started to cum, and I know I shot at least two good blasts right up onto Steve's cock. He didn't miss a beat, though - he was stroking furiously.

While I was shooting off, I heard Mark make a little sound - almost a whimper - and I could sense him tensing up while he blasted. I was dazed, for a minute, and didn't even see Paul, Dave, Barry, or John shoot off... I "recovered" just in time to watch Steve shoot a tremendous load... The first shot arced up over his shoulder to land on the blanket, and the rest landed in his thick chest hair. I'd probably do the same thing, if I'd been in the middle of circle jerk like this one! After we all shot off, it got quiet again - after all, what do you say after a thing like that.

We all just kinda stood there for a minute, till somebody (I'm not sure who), said (in a voice just like the Church Lady from "Saturday Night Live"), "Well, wasn't -that- special!" It sorta broke the ice; everybody came back to life and started chuckling. Mark finally lifted his head up off my shoulder, his dick still in his hand. He looked at me, right into my eyes, and said, "Thanks." I smiled at him...de nada! And then he did something I'll never forget. He turned completely toward me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and gave me the best fucking french kiss I'd ever had. We stood there, our dicks spent, arms around each other, tongues dueling for the longest time.

He was intense! I opened my eyes after a minute, and he must have felt it...he did too...and we stood there, our lips still locked together, staring into each other's eyes. This was a man I could fall in love with! Alas, all good things must come to end. He broke off, and with one devastating smile, moved off on the side and started re-assembling himself. I did the same thing, and, after one wistful look at the "scene of the crime" was just about to leave when Andy - who later admitted he had this planned with Steve - pulled a fucking cooler out from under a tree and asked if anyone wanted a beer! I almost shit myself! Still, I *was* pretty thirsty.

Everyone else must have been also, because everybody took him up on the offer. We sat there, around the edge of the blanket - I don't think anyone wanted to sit in the damp spots, and there a lot of 'em - and shot the breeze for a while. Everybody introduced themselves, and I'm sure no one was more shocked than I was when Mark said he was a cop! I was in love! That lasted until I saw his wedding ring...it figured...*sigh* It wasn't until about 2 AM that the party broke up. No phone numbers were exchanged, no last names...but I'll always have some great memories of that night under the moonlight in the trees.

The Halloween Party

Instead of the usual bobbing-for-apples type Halloween party, a friend of mine decided to try one of those sex parties that seem to be in vogue now. He and his lover are into 3-ways and group sex, and I'd been to a couple of their wilder parties, so I had some idea what to expect. It turned out to be even better than that. When I arrived, they had everything all set up, and there were already a couple of people there. They had the living room set up with pillows all over the place and they had the VCR on with some hot tape going on. All the guests were required to strip down to their briefs at first, and I lost no time joining in, tossing my pants and everything else on one of the beds in the bedroom.

Then they took back into the living room to introduce me to some of the other guys. I don't remember all their names, either the first small group or the dozen or so that showed up afterwards, but a couple stick in my mind. There was Vince, a smooth little Italian number in his mid-twenties that looked like a model, especially in his little yellow Calvin Klein jockeys. There was Bob, a married guy of about 40 from Staten Island that looked hot as hell, and packed a hell of a basket in his Fruit of the Looms (and no, I don't know how he managed to get away from his wife for the night). There was Marc, a young guy of about 20 or so whose boxer shorts did little to cover up his thick cock and looked so great against the contrast of the swirls of fuzz on his chest and stomach. Ralph was another hot number, a Spanish guy with a great body and a big cock stuffed into little blue briefs.

There was a guy named John there too, a real cugine type, with a great body and gorgeous face with a dark moustache and what looked like an average sized dick in his mesh briefs, but his body more than made up for it. Our hosts looked pretty hot too, but since they're also users on here, I won't tell too much about them. I guess it was about 9:30 or so when then said everyone had arrived, and the fun could start. I was glad, since having to sit in a room full of really hot men in briefs -- especially with John and Vince, who seemed to have hit it off -- with a porn movie running was getting me hot as hell. I thought we'd just go at each other and have fun, but they had other ideas. One of them brought out a bowl with what they said was everyone's name in it. The name they pulled out had to lay in the middle of the floor and get himself off while everyone watched. Marc was chosen -- which is one of the reasons I remember him -- and he seemed to be up to it. He laid down in the middle of the floor and propped a pillow under his head and another under his ass, so his crotch stuck up in the air.

All the rest of us stood around him, and just seeing the guy laying there like that with all the other guys hard in the underwear was hot enough to get me up! He started rubbing himself through the boxers, then when it looked like it was getting tighter and tighter in there, he hauled out a really fine piece of meat and a good-sized set of balls. He squeezed some baby oil or something (I think it was called "Glide"), onto his dick and started putting on a real show! The room was really quiet, just Marc breathing heavy and the rest of the guys rubbing themselves while they watched. All of a sudden, he groaned, and it was like some secret signal. Whatever carefully arranged plans our hosts had went to hell in a handbasket as everyone just started doing themselves or someone else. John and Vince went off to the smaller couch (love seat?), on the edge of the living room and reached into each other's briefs and pulled out each other's dicks. I would have loved to watch them going down on each other, but since this was a safe-sex party, they (and I), had to be content with jerking off.

It was really fucking hot when they stood up and, arm in arm, pressed their cocks together and made like they were fucking each other, their briefs down around their ankles. Marc was still down on the floor slowly stroking, and Bob had shed his jockeys and was helping him out. Every time he stroked Marc's dick, Marc stroked his, and the two of them looked like something from a porn movie. Our two hosts were taking turns with Ralph right next to them, one holding his balls while the other worked on his shaft, and he his hands full with both of their dicks. A bunch of other people were off on the side, standing in a loose circle, doing themselves - a real circle jerk! - and me, I just stayed on the side and watched everyone, especially John and Vince. They were real hot! By now, they were sitting next to each other on the small couch and were doing themselves, looking at each other. I could see their muscles start to tense, and as I watched, John started to shoot all over his muscular gut and Vince joined him, shooting into his wadded-up briefs.

I grabbed my dick and started whacking in earnest, wanting to cum too. I did, dumping my load right onto Marc and Bob, who were still doing each other and were starting to cum. It sounded like the circle-jerk was getting off too, there were just so many groans it was hard to tell. I couldn't tell what had happened to Ralph, but the next time I saw him and Mike and Stew, they all looked very satisfied. I collapsed into a chair and watched everyone compose themselves. This was scheduled to be a multi-event night, but at that point, I thought I had emptied myself out! Needless to say, since no one except Bob left until late the Sunday morning (I guess he had to get home to wife and kiddies), it turned out I was wrong!

The Horny Cabdriver

I had spent the day - and night - at a bar here in Brooklyn a friend of mine works at on the weekends, and by the time I was ready to leave, I was more than a few sheets to the wind...even if my car had been working (which it wasn't), I would have had to have taken car service home. By the time the car actually came, the only thing I was feeling was horny...after all, spending the whole night playing pool with these Brooklyn Italian construction-worker types will do that to a person, even if they were straight. Of course, I figured on just going home and beating off, but then I noticed that the cab driver was kind of hot, so my alcohol-soaked brain went into overdrive.

As we were driving along, I started making small-talk with the guy...I think I started off by remarking that it must be really dull driving a cab on a Sunday night. He agreed, and then started talking about the place he had just picked me up from...it seemed it was quite busy on Friday nights, and he's always getting fares to and from there. I remarked that it was pretty dead tonight...and then, throwing all caution to the wind, remarked that that was a shame, because I was so horny. That, naturally, got us started on the subject of sex, and the little stories he told me about various passengers didn't do anything to quell the hard-on I had going. I finally remarked something to the effect that I could use some head, and I didn't care what it was attached to.

"Yeah, me too," he said. Hmmm.... "In fact," I continued, "I'm so hot right now, I wouldn't mind *giving* some head, either!" The silence from the front was deafening, but finally he said, "Me either." I leaned forward in my seat and saw that he had one hand on the wheel and the other between his legs, stroking what looked like a decent-sized bulge through his pants. Bingo! I reached up and put my hand on his shoulder. "Want some?" I asked. He didn't say anything for a minute, but I could see from the motions of his arm that he was interested. As we pulled away from the red light we were at, he said, "Yeah. Where?" I told him I knew of a place near where I lived, and to keep driving.

As we drove, I asked him what he liked...whether he liked to have his balls licked...whether he shoots big loads...stuff like that. His voice was getting hoarser and hoarser, and his hand was still in his lap...just like mine was. When we got near my house, I directed him all the way down the avenue, and up into a little deserted lot that the straight couples use to neck. We drove all the way to the back, and as soon as we stopped, I hopped out of the back and went around to the front seat. I sat down and grabbed him by the arm he'd been using to rub his dick through his pants. I started working on his belt, and he arched his ass up off the seat to make it easier. I opened his belt, popped open his jeans, and yanked them and his white briefs all the way down to his knees, watching his cock stand up straight and hard. I whipped out mine too, and gave it a few tugs while I took a good look at him. Early thirties...cleanshaven...average build...average looks...light brown hair...green eyes... Not my usual type at all, but the situation made him very desirable. I didn't get a good look at his dick till I lowered my face down onto it.

Cut...average length...thicker though. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy, just pure animal sex. I licked up his shaft, around the head, and then took it into my mouth, playing Hoover vacuum...I sucked and I slurped on his rod while he ran his hands through my hair and I jerked on my own dick. He seemed to like getting tongued on the underside of his shaft, right under the head, so I kept doing that. Every time I did it, he'd thrust his hips up and fuck my face. I wasn't saying anything - it's impolite to talk with your mouth full - but he was grunting and groaning, and that was really turning me on. I fisted my shaft faster and faster while I worked on his cock, matching as closely as possible the same tempo. All of a sudden he pushed me away and said, "I'm gonna scum!" He grabbed his meat and jerked it fast and furiously while I rested my head on his stomach and jerked mine.

His first blast hit me right on the cheek, and that was enough to send me off...I think I creamed somewhere on the dashboard but I'm not really sure...and each shot he pumped out was answered by one of mine, one for one. After we were both drained, neither of us had very much to say, and I was suddenly sobered enough to feel funny about the whole thing. We put ourselves back together, and as we pulled out, I told him where to drop me off (about 1/2 block from where I really live). I was just about to get out when he stopped me, pulled me to him, and gave me the biggest, wettest tongue kiss I'd had in a month. *sigh* I'll have to try this again next week.

Hot Italian Hump-Fest

Andy was a guy who'd signed on the board about a month before, and since I saw that he was my age and local, I started e-mailing him, and he started e-mailing back. He sounded pretty hot...Italian, from Sheepshead Bay, 26 years old, 5'11", brown hair and eyes, moustache, 7" cut, hairy chest. Mind you, just Italian and hairy-chested would have been enough for me!

After the initial contacts, we started chatting each other, and finally agreed to meet. He still lived at home, so we couldn't meet at his place, and he didn't wanna come to my place till after we checked each other out. Hmph! We finally agreed to meet at the Canarsie Pier one night after work, and then spent the entire week [C]hatting with each other about what we hoped to do to each other (now you know why the board was always busy that week, if you tried to call). We described each others cars to each other about a million times, and worked out this really elaborate plan for where we'd park, with all the contingencies and all...

Anyway, I cut out of work early that day, zoomed home, and did my best to make myself presentable. I got to the Pier about 15 minutes early, and sat, and waited. Finally, a car that met the description of Andy's pulled in, circled once or twice, and then pulled up next to me. Bingo! The moment of truth was at hand. We stared at each other through the windows, and an awful thought ran through my head: one thing we never talked about was, who gets out of their car first? I no sooner had the chance to complete the thought than his door swung open and he got out. Jeez... Talk about the Brooklyn type! I wasn't sure which I should stare at more: his face, his chest, or his crotch. My head was bobbing up and down so much, I must have looked like I was nodding yes to something! He walked the few feet over to my car and said, "Mike?" "Andy?"

"Yeah, hi!" We shook hands, and I noticed he had long fingers...and you know what they say about long fingers... We stared at each other for a minute or two, and finally I said, "So, you wanna sit here and bullshit, or would you like to come back to my place?" I was rather gratified that he didn't hesitate an instant. "How do we get there?" I explained that I lived only about five minutes from the Pier, and told him the route I was going to follow.

With everything said and done, he hopped in his car, and I gunned the engine on mine and roared out of the Pier parking lot. In no time at all we were sitting in my living room, getting acquainted. I was glad to see that he looked even better in the light! Finally, there was little left to say, so I just kinda looked at him, smiled, and asked, "So, you want me to put on one of the porno tapes?" He nodded, and I raced for the VCR...Trying to play it cool, I got the tape running and sat next to him on the couch. I don't think we made it five minutes past the credits when we were all over each other. Andy turned out to be a great kisser, and anyone watching would have sworn we were trying to devour each other. After, uh, getting the feel of things, we started stripping off each others clothes...sneakers, shirts, pants, briefs, everything ended up in thrown all over the room. Andy turned out to be one of the few that looked as hot out of his clothes as in them.... We took turns on each other. Everything he did to me, I did back to him.

Everything I did to him, he did back to me. Our mouths, hands, tongues, legs, everything, were all over each other - it must have looked like a nest of snakes with all the writing going on. The hottest part - for me, anyway - was when he climbed on top of me, with that hot fucking Italian body of his, and we rubbed our entire bodies together. I could feel his hard rod stuck between our bods, and with a little (very pleasurable), squirming, my stiff dick was thrusting against his every time either of us moved. I was looking up into his face, he down into mine, and our lips slowly came together. There were were, french-kissing as hard as possible, playing "dueling tongues," thrusting against each other... It was too much.

We rolled off each other just in time, and grabbed for each other's cocks, and we both blew off at the same time, our mouths still locked together, his hand wrapped around my meat while I had one hand on his dick and the other on his tight balls. Christ! I looked at my watch - an hour and a half, we'd been at this. Then we kinda looked at each other and laughed: what a fucking mess!

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With A Guy He Met On The Subway

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At The Movies With 12-1/2

I first started going to the all-male theaters when I was about 14. I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me. Here I was jerking off to whatever straight porn I could find that had guys in it, and there were fucking movies that had nothing but men fucking! The first time I ever went, I remember cutting school - junior high - and going to the first one I could find - the Big Top, which has since gone to fuck-flick heaven. I was so damned nervous, I just sat and watched the movie, actually shooting my load in my pants. I was so fucking naive that I really thought the guys that would sit down next to me just couldn't find another seat!

By the time I had reached my late teens I was a veteran already...and I had figured out that the audience action was often hotter than what was on the screen. Every time I went, I saw enough hot men and hot meat and hot fucking and sucking that I could jack off for weeks just thinking about one visit! One experience, though, stands out in my mind.

The guys name was Jerry, and he went to Columbia University and he was 20 years old. I didn't know any of this at the time though. When I first saw him, he was up in the balcony, feeling up another man, and the first thought that ran through my mind was: he's a hustler. He was just too damned goodlooking. About 5'6", dark hair, dark eyes, trim body, a hairy chest (it showed above the top of his Izod shirt), and a big basket, I figured he had to be a pro...for the life of me I couldn't figure out why a guy this hot would have to come here for action, unless he was after the long green. I felt vindicated when I saw him abruptly pull away from the other man and walk away - evidently the guy hadn't wanted to part with the bucks. But I was wrong.

About fifteen minutes later, I was one of the grope rooms under the stairs, when I saw him come in, dimly lit by the small crack of light from the hallway. Naturally, there were a couple of guys going at it there - that's why I was there, watching and playing with myself through my pants - and he also stopped to watch. In the semi-darkness, I saw his hand running over a small lump near his crotch. Hmmm....What I saw next was kind of strange...he reached over to the men, who were standing chest to chest, jerking each other off, their tongues all over each other's mouths and necks, and reached down to their cocks, and felt them. First one, then the other. And he moved on. On to another small group, this time three guys, one on his knees sucking off the other two... He did the same thing there, just feeling their cocks, and then pulling away when they went for his bulge.

Then it was my turn. By this time, having watched all of this, I was hard as a rock. Not only were there at least five men having noisy, raunchy sex within five feet of me, but this guy was there too...and he was a real turn-on. You know the type that are so fucking hot because they're just so fucking goodlooking you can't believe they're into guys? He was one of them. But I still couldn't figure out what his scene was. He reached for my bulge, and I was determined to get a feel of his. I felt his hand clench around it, and like a shot, I had my hand around his basket, gently kneading the denim-covered crotch. But this time he didn't pull away.

He kept rubbing my dick through the cloth, and I kept feeling him up... we looked at each other, and then I felt his hand go for my zipper...he had some trouble with it, so I reached down and opened my pants and unzipped quickly...his hand plunged into my briefs and closed around my cock, hauling it out into the air...he rubbed it a lot like the way I rub it, and it felt great. By this time, I could hear that the other guys in the tight space with us were getting close...the breathing was more labored, and there was an occasional groan...every now and then a muttered, "Fuck!" I didn't think I could last very long with all this shit going on...so I reached for his fly...found buttons instead, and started pulling them open...he reached over and pulled open the top button, and his jeans fell, down to his knees.

I was expecting briefs, but he was wearing a jock strap...so I was unprepared for what I got. I reached in, under the thick band, and grabbed his rod, pulling down the jock for better access. His cock poured out. Literally poured out. It was still soft...but I'm not even this big when I'm hard. It actually hung a couple of inches below his rather substantial balls. And then it started to get hard.

I had never in my life seen such a big cock...mind you, this guy was only about 5'6"...about five inches shorter than I am...and that made it look even more enormous. I had never seen anything like this in either the movies, magazines, anywhere. I didn't think they could grow that big! To this day, I regret the fact that I didn't have a tape measure...so I can't say it was 14" or whatever...all I know is that I could put both hands around his meat, and still have room left over. It was about average thickness, but goddamn! It was long!

I started working my hands up and down his cock while he played with my dick...and at only 7" or so, I definitely felt junior league compared to this guy. He was working on mine, too...and the groans from the rest of the guys were getting a little more intense.

All of a sudden, this fucker drops to his knees and takes my cock down this throat in one gulp! Fuck! This hot fucker sucks cock! I looked down and I could see/feel him jerking his own dick while he sucked mine - and he was damned good! His tongue, his lips, his throat - every goddamned part of him was chowing down on my cock! This was too fucking much for me...I started to feel my balls tighten up, and get that chill that runs up and down my spine just before I shoot real hard...I warned him..."I'm gonna cum..." The other guys in there were starting to cream too...I could hear it...I warned him again, but he just sucked my cock deeper and harder...and I couldn't hold it any more...I spurted my load right down his throat, and felt it tighten as he swallowed each shot.

I felt something wet and warm on my leg - his cum...he had jerked himself off while sucking me, and I looked down to watch it shoot out the end of his dick. He shot, again, and then again...and then once more, just a little. I had emptied my nuts down his gullet, and he had jerked off while I was doing it! Shit!

He stood up and we both started putting ourselves back together, catching quick glimpses of each other every time the curtain parted to let in some light. When we were both decent again (apparel-wise), he leaned over to me and asked if I had a cigarette. Sure - if I didn't, I would have found some somewhere!

We went downstairs together, and while we shared a smoke, we chatted for a while, introducing ourselves. I had to ask him what he was doing in a place like this...when he could get whoever he wanted with that piece of meat he was packing. He explained that his turn-on was sucking cock - but with his big shaft - which, he told me, measured 12-1/2" when hard - anybody he got together with wanted to either try and suck him or have him fuck them. That wasn't his scene - he liked to suck, and jack off while he was doing it. And he would only suck guys with thick cocks, like mine. Fine with me!

After the cigarettes, he left, a quick pat on the shoulder the only indication that we had done more than smoke together. I sat there for a while, watching the movie, but after what I'd just done, nothing seemed to compare. I've gone back of course, and seen him a few more times, doing his thing...literally and figuratively. I still jerk off thinking about him.

An Evening At The Adonis

It had been an awful day at work, but a really nice day outside, and I didn't particularly feel like sitting on the bus for two hours going home. It's funny that the so-called express bus actually takes longer than the subway, and costs $3.50 to boot! Not only that, but I invariably get some huge woman who hasn't seen her feet in years sitting next to me, whether there's room or not. No, I thought, I just don't feel like going home... but I couldn't decide what to do.

My dilemma was solved when I opened up that day's edition of the Village Voice to check out the movie listings. "Century Mining" was now playing at the Adonis! Having jacked off to some of the photo sets from that flick, I realized where I could find my salvation: at the movies, and without Siskel and Ebert!

Five o'clock finally rolled around, and I took off like a shot. Even though I work on Seventh Avenue in the thirties, I figured I'd rather save my energy for cruising the theater, so I walked over to Eighth Avenue and took the bus up to fiftieth. There is was on the marquis, "Century Mining," and the co-feature, "A Night At Halsted's." Oh well...the B-flick was almost as old as I was, but with Pierce Daniels (who I'd actually met a few weeks earlier), in the other movie, I figured I couldn't lose! I went in, paid my $6, and then bumped into at least five seats while my eyes were getting accustomed to the dark. That's the fun part - the anticipation, the mystery, of not knowing what would happen. I wandered over to the smoking section, not just because I smoke, but also because the sign that says "Smoking Section" is lighted, so you can see a little better, and, having found myself a seat, started watching the movie until my eyes got used to the darkness.

Well, at this point, I must digress from this narrative. Anybody can give you a film review...what's important here is what I (and just about everyone else the theater), was up to that evening. If you've ever been there, you're familiar with what goes on, but bear with me. The parade of men up and down the aisles may not have been the best, but it certainly was above average. A couple of young, yuppie types; a few twinkies, more than the usual number of jocks, and the usual number of trolls. On a scale of one to ten, the crowd so far was a seven.

After watching the procession of horny men go past my seat a few times I decided on the one(s) I wanted. My first target: a guy about twenty-seven or so, business suit, good-sized basket (anybody who can show a basket through a three-piece suit is worth knowing, believe me!), six feet tall or so, dark curly hair. A moustache. And a wedding ring. I guess I ought to stop again for a minute and tell you that married men are a favorite hobby of mine. They seem so sexy...and afterwards, most are soooo grateful! With most, it's not that they don't get enough at home from the wife; it's that they were always attracted to men and thought they could suppress the feeling by marrying. Unfortunately (for them, anyway, not for me), it doesn't work.

This guy was hot, and as soon as I saw him coming again, I leaned back in my chair, unzipped my fly and hauled out my cock. I'm certainly not the biggest in the dick department, but my eight inches is pretty good-sized, and I've learned how to work it to my best advantage, to make it look even bigger. I started tugging on it, using both hands, and stared up at him as he passed, licking my lips (yeah, I know, I'm an awful slut!). He stopped dead in his tracks, and stared back at me...and then kept moving. Damn! I would imagine that if you ever went to any of these places, you know the type of games that go on, almost an elaborate ballet of sex. There are certain moves, certain actions, that have a universal meaning in these situations, whether it's a backroom bar or a alley in the Village or a movie theater. Men are men.

As I saw him coming around again, this time from the other direction, I started my little show again. This time, he stopped, stared, started moving again...damn! Oops, wait a minute...he was doubling back. He stopped and stared again...and then moved into the row of seats behind me. Bingo!

He picked the chair right behind me to my left, and sat down, spreading his legs wide. I kept one hand on my dick, and slowly reached around, putting my left hand on his right knee. God, it felt good! I looked up at him and smiled, and he smiled back. Geez, gorgeous white teeth, and now I could see his eyes - a beautiful green. I moved my hand up his leg, and as I got closer to his groin, he started thrusting his hips out, trying to get my hand on his cock as soon as possible. Finally, paydirt! My hand closed around his bulge between his legs, that big, pinstripe-covered basket, and I squeezed, gently. It was already hard, and felt thick...and he had a good pair of balls, too. I rubbed some more, and feeling his cock start to grow some more, I reached my hand up for his zipper. As I started to pull it down, he put his hand over my mine. Electric! I looked up at his face again and smiled, and sort of motioned him to come down and sit next to me.

He got a sort of strange look on his face and got up, looking like he wouldn't do it...but he did. Aw, God, he smelled good! It almost hurt...just thinking that one guy shouldn't be that good looking. It also hurt a little bit thinking that no matter how good it was, he belonged to someone else. But then he put his hand on my dick, and it was easy to forget all about that. I turned to him, and found my lips against his...and then all over his. He sure knew how to use his tongue, and I returned the favor in kind, our mouths dueling in the darkness, my lip being tickled by his moustache. Still with my tongue in his mouth, I reached down his body, feeling through his shirt...hairy chest, good sized muscles, erect nipples. I toyed with his nipples for a few seconds, felt him respond...heard him respond as he almost groaned. Then lower, down to his groin. I rubbed his cock through his pants again, and then reached for his zipper, still not looking. Once again, I felt his hand cover mine, restraining it...only this time, I could hear/feel him opening his pants and unzipping his fly. Victory was mine!

I reached into his briefs, finally, going past his cock and cupping his balls. He stiffened a little bit at that point (maybe nobody played with his nuts at home), but we still didn't lose mouth contact. Good sized nutsack...felt like they would be real low-hangers, and pictured this married son-of-a-bitch getting out the shower, stark naked, his balls hanging down and his cock half-stiff. Umm! I massaged his nuts for a time, and then moved my hand up, up his shaft, not stopping 'til I got to the head of his dick. It was thicker than mine, not quite as long, though, and I felt a pang of jealousy for the bitch who could have this any time she wanted it. Not now, though, I thought viciously, right now it's all mine!

As I rubbed his dick, even though I still couldn't see it (well, a little, out of the corner of my eye), I could tell he was cut. He was also working on my dick, and seemed to be enjoying it, so I felt the way he was rubbing my cock and started working his the same way. That's always the way to handle these guys...see what they do to you, and then do the same to them. They usually don't have enough experience to do a routine, so they usually do what comes naturally. God, I love a real man! Finally, I needed some air and broke away from his kiss, glad of the chance to see what I'd landed. Christ!

His cock, sticking out of my hand, was gorgeous...thick, and cut, and beautifully proportioned, his balls resting on top of his briefs, his shirt hiked up giving me a tantalizing view of his hairy gut. He leaned back, and I felt his hand leave my dick and caress my face...his fingers run through my hair...his hand rest on the back of my neck. I knew what that meant. He looked clean, no precum, and I had no open sores in my mouth...so down I went. I started at his navel, working my tongue through the wispy hairs that drew a line down to cock, feeling his big dick against my neck...I worked my way down, bypassing his cock, and licked his balls...a fresh, clean sort of smell, macho but gentle. Then I worked my tongue up his shaft, and, still being in a safe-sex frame of mind, took my hand and wrapped it around the head of his dick. He groaned, audibly, but who gave a shit?

I lathered up his shaft with my spit, then went back down to his balls, and started to let my fingers do the walking - up and down his wet, slippery meat. Fast on the way down, slowly on the way up, making sure I got in a lot of friction on the head. He spread his legs a little wider, and took my cock in his hand again, jerking it faster than he had been before.

I half wanted this to go on forever, but the other half really wanted to see this married stud shoot his load. I started working my hand faster and faster, and I was getting so hot that I thought I was about to shoot my jizz as well. My mouth sought out his again, and we played dueling tongues again while we jacked each other off. We must have made quite a sight, the two of us sitting there, our hands on each others cocks, our faces mashed together like we were trying to swallow one another. He spread his legs a little wider, and I felt his cock surge, getting even thicker...and that sent me over the edge too. We broke the kiss in time to watch each others load shoot from our hands...I felt weak, but watched him shoot five good blasts of cum onto his hairy belly...he aimed my out between my legs, and I shot all over the back of the seat in front of me.

Whew! He pulled a handkerchief out his one of his pockets, and wiped up the cum...while I kinda sat there, just idly milking my dick, enjoying the last of the sensation. He looked over at me again, smiled, and we kissed one last time...not as intensely this time, but nice...almost as if he was saying, "thanks." It gave me one more chance to rub his now-soft cock. He tasted so damned good, I didn't want it to end, but finally he pulled back...looked at his watch...I guess he had to catch a bus home to the little missus or something like that. I watched him put his equipment away, and I did the same, almost catching my dick in the zipper since I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing.

He sat back again for a minute, and smiled again...and then looked down to find himself still holding the cum-soaked handkerchief. He looked up at me again, and reached over, putting the damp rag into my hand. He smiled and got up, rubbing me once on the shoulder and running his fingers through my hair once more...and was gone.

I scrunched back down in the seat and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and turned my attention to the movie that I'd come to see, fondling the handkerchief. In the dim light of the theater, I could see the embroidered initials, "DTS." I wondered what they stood for. But not for long. There were some new men wandering around, and that rag came in handy a few times that night!