Restroom Queen

My first real cock sucking adventure didn't happen until I was nineteen years old, I was in college and still living with my parents. Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town. I was really feeling horny and wishing I could suck on a cock, I then thought of this rest stop out near the county line that had dirty writing on the wall when I stopped in once. And I wondered if it was possible that guys actually met there for sex, well I decided to go find out. I pulled up to the rest stop and it was pretty much deserted except for a couple of cars, I went inside and read all the writing on the walls. They were asking for hard cocks, or to get fucked up the ass.

Too bad I didn't have a pen or I may have added something up there, I then went back out to my car and sat for a while drinking my beers. Then I saw another car pull into the rest stop and a guy get out and walk into the bathroom, a minute later I saw another guy follow him in there. Then I saw an older black man walk up to the door, I knew then I had to go up there. The black man was positioned in a dark corner peeking through the holes in the bathroom door, I thought I saw his hand in his crotch but I couldn't tell. I walked closer to him but he looked startled by my sudden appearance and quickly walked away, I looked in through the door but couldn't see anything. So I walked around the sidewalk a little and noticed the black man returning to his previous viewing spot by the door, I waited for a few minutes and I followed. There he was in the same spot, and he didn't leave this time as I approached. I got up close to him and I tried to see if his cock was out but it was so dark I couldn't tell, I rubbed the crotch in my jeans and he just stared. It was then I decided to go for broke, I reached down into the darkness towards his crotch and was rewarded by a stiff black cock hitting my fingers. I quickly wrapped my hand around him and stroked it up and down, he moved with my hand and made it obvious that he enjoyed it. I stroked him for a while until finally I wasn't satisfied with a cock in my hand, in one swift motion I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.

He was hard as a rock and I savored every black inch of him, his cock was about six and a half inches and the perfect size for sucking. He leaned back against the wall and was breathing heavily thrusting his dick into my mouth, I knew then that I wanted to feel his hot cum shooting into my throat. The guys in the bathroom must have heard us because we heard rustling inside and they came out of the bathroom just as I was getting off my knees, they gave us a rather odd look and walked on by. It was then that the back said his first words to me, they were "let's go out to the car". I followed him to a beat up old Chevelle, and he unlocked the passenger's side and I got in. He put his seat back and pushed down his pants, I needed no further invitation and I leaned head over his lap and soon had him in my mouth. He had gone limp but it took just a few passes of my hungry tongue to get him going again, I licked up and down his cock, flicked my tongue around the head, caressing the pee hole with my tongue.

I then moved down to his balls taking them into my mouth one by one, all while stroking his cock with my hand. He was really moaning now, and I sucked away at his approval. I leaned up for a second to take a breather, fascinated by his cock as I stared at it in my hand. He then said "Don't stop, suck that thing baby!", I went down and sucked as hard as I could. Jacking him off with my mouth, lightly raking my teeth over his stiff manhood, using every trick I had seen my favorite porno stars use on their men. Traci Lords was my favorite cock sucker and I used her technique the most, and was obviously getting positive results. I got down into the floorboard of the car taking him wholly into my mouth, I could taste the precum leaking out of his prick and I was aching for a taste of that warm fluid of his. I grabbed his cock and stroked it as I sucked the head, getting the motion going and feeling the head pulse bigger and bigger. I felt so hot and nasty, me a country boy from a small southern city suck on some old nigger's dick. And it tasted better than any chocolate candy I've ever had. By now he was talking dirty to me, saying things like "you suck that thing so good" and "You like sucking that dick don't you?". Finally he told me the words I wanted to hear as I did my stroking and sucking technique, he said "keep doing that and you gonna get some white stuff in your mouth".

I replied by sucking even harder on his prick, I could feel him pulsing against my tongue and still tasting the traces of precum leaking out the end. He moaned louder and said "I'm getting close", I continued my sucking. Then he said "There it is" with a big gasp, and I next thing I had a really warm taste filling my mouth, I explored it all with my tongue, savoring every drop. And with one big gulp swallowed the whole thing, I took my mouth off his cock and looked at it starting to soften a little bit. I squeezed it along its length and gathered another small load at the head of his cock, I leaned over and eagerly licked up every drop, and took his length into my mouth for the last time. He said "I think you swallowed all thats left", and pulled his cock out of my mouth and tucked it into his underwear. I licked my lips and thanked him, and he did the same. And we made plans to meet here at the same time next week, though I never did see him again. I got out of his car and walked over to mine, sitting there thinking about what had just happened. Smiled to myself, popped open a beer and drove home.

The Hitchiker

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Rewind

I was born at Queen Of Angels Hospital on July 16,1924. I attended Cheremoya Avenue School, Le Conte Junior High and Hollywood High School. My parents, Tom and Rosemarie, were typical Midwestern kids who had come to Hollywood in hopes of making it into the movies. Mom had managed to get a small roll in a Chaplin short, but Dad was always a little too tall (or seemingly STRAIGHT) to ever be considered for a part.

When it became obvious that they were NOT going to be the new Pickford and Fairbanks, they settled for the next best thing. Mom became an usherette at Grauman's Egyptian Theatre and Dad became a streetcar conductor. I suppose there was a logic behind Dad's decision (beyond paying the rent) which reasoned that operating a streetcar was a logical alternative to acting. By the time I came along, they were well on the way toward becoming good, decent and completely boring citizens. All of this changed when, in 1928, Dad ran off with Jake; an apprentice carpenter he met on the Hollywood to Culver City run (So much for Straight). Apparently Dad had been pulling more than bell cords while Jake pounded more than three penny nails. It was a match made in heaven, but one that left Mom alone with a fledgling cocksucker to support.

While I am the first to admit that, as a history, all of this is positively anemic in comparison to that of Dracula or Lestat (it isn't even vintage "Bloodsucking Mutants From Uranus"), it DOES establish a jumping off point for my tawdry tale of bloodlust and debauchery.

It seems that my entire life has been influenced by the movies. My first exposure to man to man sex happened in the scenery dock of the Egyptian Theatre. It was 1929. and, since Mom was now the head usher, I had the entire backstage, basement and loft as a playground. One day, while recreating one of Fairbank's more daring scenes from The Man In The Iron Mask, I heard a moaning coming from far below. It was the Manager "interviewing" a job applicant.

Being careful not to bump anything that would make noise and give me away, I made my way across the cat walk for a better look. I peered down through the mass of ropes, counterweights and backdrops. Below was Mr.Shapiro, his pants around his ankles, fucking the shit out of this guy draped over a cart wheel. I guessed from the conversation that they were having a pretty good (if awkward) time. As Mr.Shapiro pounded away, the applicant pushed his butt back to meet Shapiro's thrusts. He was saying things like "Fuck me,sir" and "Let me feel your big cock in my ass" so this was definitely NOT the "cocksucking" I had heard the ushers talking about when Shapiro's name came up.

After what seemed like a VERY long time, Shapiro threw his head back and let out with a loud groan. Soon after, the applicant did the same and shot his load on the 8th, 9th, 14th and 23rd spokes of the wheel. Shapiro pulled out with an audible PLOP and they put themselves back together. I heard Shapiro tell the guy to report to the uniform exchange the next morning, so I assume all this "work" was worth it.

I waited until the door to the auditorium closed and then rolled over on my back, alarmed at the change that had come over my dick. I gently poked at it before opening my pants to investigate. I stifled a scream when I saw how big it had gotten. I lay there in a panic, hoping the swelling would go down. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what I had done to cause this.

Finally, putting two and two together, it hit me. THIS was related to THAT which I had just witnessed. Since that was obviously GOOD, this wasn't BAD. Since THIS was good, THAT was something I was going to do as soon as I possibly could. As fate would have it, another nine years would pass before I would experience THAT.

In the years that followed, I became a fixture in the usher's dressing room. Being a cute kid, and reasonably quick on the uptake, I was accepted as a sort of mascot. Little did they realize that I was taking EVERYTHING in for future reference. Now, when I saw one of the guys walk through the dressing room, absently stroking a hard on, I noted what he did next. "NEXT" was usually a quick trip to the restroom...followed by the sound of flesh against flesh...followed by a moan. Sometimes if two were similarly afflicted, they would duck into a stall, a pair of knees would appear below the door and there would be a "slurping" sound...followed by groans. *Hmmmm. File this under "Cocksucking, T Room:see JACKING OFF". Time passed quickly. In the years that followed that fateful day in the fly loft, I had become notorious in three theatre circuits. My best friend, Jack, had taken care of my virginity, on my 14th birthday, in the lower depths of the El Capitan Theatre. By the time I was 16, I had been "interviewed" by Mr. Shapiro and a fair number of Assistant Managers, Head Ushers and doormen. Even my childhood nickname, Mickey, had been replaced by one more descriptive. To be honest, I had never thought of myself as the "Donk" type, but I liked the attention it got me and I went with it.

By 1943 I was on my own. Mom had married Mr. Shapiro (I'm still trying to figure THAT one out) and moved to Boston, where he was to manage the Paramount Theatre. Jack, being two years older than I, had enlisted in the Navy and was somewhere in the North Atlantic. I tried to enlist the day after I graduated from Hollywood High but I was rejected for being a sleepwalker. Feeling somewhat alone and abandoned, I went to work as a bellman at the Hollywood Hotel. It was an exciting period in the city's history. Everyone had a common goal; to win the war. I, being the good American citizen that I was, made it my personal goal to make SURE every serviceman shipped out with a smile on his face, a song on his lips and a hard on that wouldn't go down for a week. It was a time of great personal sacrifice. Hollywood got a little bit wierder in the Spring of 1948. The McCarthy trials were terrorizing the upper echelons of Hollywood while a presumed serial killer kept the man on the street looking over his shoulder. I say presumed because there were never any bodies.

Men of a specific "type" were simply dropping off the face of the earth. If you were tall, blonde, blue eyed and between the ages of 20 and 25 you were in deep shit. By April the count had risen to 23 and I, blonde of eye and blue of hair that I was, found myself feeling very exposed and vulnerable in a city of smug brunettes.

I was living in the Alto Nido Apartments, at the top of Ivar, and spending a LOT of time behind my double locked door. Even with Jack, who was now safely out of the Navy, as my next door neighbor I never felt entirely safe. I always felt WATCHED. It was as if I was being sized up for something. It was a warm Summer evening. Jack had just been promoted to Assistant buyer for The Broadway Hollywood and wanted to celebrate his good fortune. Although I felt it was NOT in my best interests, I consented to catching the 10:00 showing of Easter Parade at The Los Angeles Theatre. This was not, in retrospect, one of my brighter moves.

Tuesday evenings are traditionally a bad night for films, and this night was not an exception. The theatre was all but empty as we walked into the cavernous auditorium. We found our seats and I decided to make a quick trip to the men's room Efficiency aside, the Red Cars were hell on the kidneys. As I left the relative safety of Jack and the auditorium, and made my way through the elaborate lobby to the stairway down to the lounge, it never dawned on me that I was also leaving behind all I had ever known and loved. The lower lounge was two levels below the street and as quiet as a cemetery on a Winter night. The indirects, having been dimmed to mask the water stains on the walls, cast small pools of light that looked like drops of pale blood on the threadbare carpeting. In a dark corner, a prism viewer, now fallen into disrepair, continued to reflect distorted and foggy images from the auditorium screen for eyes long since turned elsewhere.

I paused just long enough to allow my eyes to adjust and then descended the last three steps. I crossed the expanse, avoiding the "pools", and entered the men's lounge. A flickering pink spotlight at the far end of the room cast strange reflections on the carrera marble walls, giving the veins of color a look of pulsing life. I headed for the nearest stall, having reasoned that the urinals would leave me exposed to attack from behind. It was, of course, locked. As I made my way down the line, finding all of them similarly secured, a sense of unease washed over me and swept away all logic. My instincts told me what my mind rejected; I was being "corralled". It wasn't so much of a sound as it was a sensation that made me stop and turn around. It was as if the fabric of space and time had been shifted and torn. I forced myself to face whoever waited for me in the dark.

The distant shadows seemed to part as a man stepped into the first spot of light. He paused for a moment before advancing into darkness. Like a hunter, he seemed to be sizing me up before making his move. Again into light, again into darkness...into light ..dark .. light ...dark.

He was at last upon me, and I was not afraid. Like hell I wasn't! I took what I hoped would be enough steps backward to allow me sufficient forward momentum and then charged the fucker. Rosemarie's little boy was not about to go out without a fight.

Although I can only speculate as to the accuracy of this simile, the impact was like running head first into a streetcar doing 40 miles an hour and I was sent sprawling ass over boxers on to the tile floor. Shaking my head, I got up and charged again, meeting with pretty much the same results. There was no longer any doubt about it. They had definitely skimped on the ceiling when they built this place. I knew because I was becoming an expert on them very quickly.

Instead of becoming enraged, he actually appeared to be enjoying my futile attempts and continued forward. I got to my feet and braced myself for whatever was to come. My back against the wall, I raised my eyes to meet his. I had seen enough Ronald Coleman films to know when to face my destiny like a man.

My "destiny" was in the shape of the most (if the term can apply here) beautiful, utterly perfect man I could have ever imagined.The first thing I noticed were his eyes. They were large, with thick lashes. It would be inaccurate to say they were devoid of color because they seemed to flash distant bolts of blue and green lightning. His face was framed by thick, unfashionably long hair that dropped to his shoulders in heavy waves. His slightly Roman nose was offset by a wide, sensuous mouth that revealed perfect white teeth when he smiled. His skin, while seeming to be unnaturally pale, was smooth and unlined.

He was tall, at least 6'5" and outweighed me by a good 15 or 20 pounds. He had broad, thickly muscled shoulders and powerful arms. His chest, which showed no signs of the rise and fall of breathing, was massive and well defined, as if chisled from years of hard physical labor. His long torso gave way to a narrow waist, a beautifully rounded ass and powerful legs. He was in an obvious state of arousal and sported what appeared to be a huge (and most likely uncut) dick that extended halfway down his thigh. Only years of practice could have revealed so much detail in what was no more than a flash in time. I looked away, afraid of what closer inspection would reveal. When I looked again, he smiled and.put his hand to the side of my *face. "No fear"

Hold it! Let's rewind the film a couple of frames here and get some facts straight. This is NOT a Lizabeth Scott programmer where the lady in distress finds her tormentor to be a good guy, somewhere in the last five minutes. Beautiful and perfect that he was, this guy had every intention of nailing my perfect little butt to the wall.

At this moment in time, the ONLY thing about him that I found to be attractive was the broad stretch of open tile that stretched out behind him. As I saw it, the only chance I had of avoiding whatever he had in mind for me was a last minute rescue by whatever knight in white armor happened to be galloping down Broadway at the moment.

I was, in a word, FUCKED!

As I fell deeper into his black and emotionless eyes, my will to fight grew weaker. I no longer had control of my vocal cords, so a cry for help was out of the question even if there had been someone to hear. In spite of my relatively large size, I found myself in his massive arms. He had picked me up like a small child and was carrying me toward one of the stalls. Without so much as a break in his stride, he raised his right leg and kicked in the locked door, sending it smashing into the marble wall with a loud report. He put me down in front of the ornate throne like toilet and then stepped back, all the while keeping me in his snake like stare. He paused, as if pondering his next move, and then spoke in a deep, almost inaudible voice.

"Take your clothes off" Unsure as to whether I had heard him correctly, I could only wait for him to repeat the command. Perhaps taking my inaction as modesty, he spoke again.

"I SAID take your clothes off" Determined to retain my dignity for as long as possible, I began by slowly unbuttoning my shirt. He didn't seem to mind my leisurely pace. Uncharacteristic of me as it was, I let it fall to the floor. I removed my shoes and socks and then hesitated again. He indicated with a glance that the pants were to go next. My hands trembled so badly that I was unable to loosen my belt. He reached out and, with alarming ease, broke it apart with a single pull. As the two halves fell to the floor I quickly opened my pants. It wasn't as if I would be needing them much longer, but it was the principle of the thing; kind of like why you should never wear torn or dirty underwear. I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. At least, if they found me, I'd have intact pants.

It was the moment of truth. I slipped my hands inside the waistband and slowly drew them down. I stood in front of him naked, vulnerable and (to my surprise) very hard. A faint smile played across his face and he started toward me. As he placed his right hand on my shoulder, a surge of power sent a jolt through my body that caused me to step back from him. He gently pulled me forward and moved his hand to my waist. Placing his other hand on the back of my neck, he coaxed my head upward with a slight pressure so that my throat was fully exposed. He ran his tongue across the exposed surface, along the line of my jaw and down the other side of my neck. I was aware of a slight stab of pain, really no more than a pin prick, before he stepped back contemplating his next move He brought his hands to my chest and ran his fingers through the mat of fine hair that covered it. His touch was hot as he pressed his palms against my hard nipples and began kneeding my pecs. Bringing them to the center, he kept them still for a moment, as if to feel the steady pounding of my heart, and began raking his nails lightly across my chest in ever widening circles. A moan escaped me as he dragged them across my nipples and I felt the stall tilt slightly. He brought his hands back to my heart, this time moving them downward as he dropped to one knee. I could feel his tongue as it traced down along the lines of my abdominal muscles and then upward along my right side where he buried his face in the pit of my arm. My nerve endings, already at a point of overload, threatened to explode as he lapped at the sweat. His hot hands continued to stroke and excite the areas he had already passed with his expert tongue.

Grasping my hips, he turned me around and spread my legs wide. I bent forward, bracing myself on the rim of the black marble toilet bowl. His tongue moved lightly down the crack of my ass, pausing briefly at the hole before continuing downward. I felt my heart leap as he began licking and sucking the underside of my aching balls. He moved his tongue back and forth, along the sides and then back up the crack. He spread my cheeks wider, his tongue probing the outer edge of my butthole. The brush of his moustache against the sensitive skin of my butt was almost too much to bear as his tongue pushed deep inside.

He stepped forward and ran his tongue up my spine. I could feel his hard dick pressed against my ass as he bent forward to gain access to the back of my neck. A chill ran down my back as he wrapped his arms around me,his hands resting on my heaving chest. While pulling me to an upright position, he brought them down across my stomach to my raging hardon and stroked it lightly before turning me to face him again. He dropped back to his knee and bagan running his tongue along my shaft. Aware that I could cum at any moment, he took the full length of my dick into his mouth and gave only a few strokes before pulling back. He stood up again and, still maintaining his hold on me, reached up and ran his fingers lightly across my forehead. He bent forward and whispered something inaudible in my right ear. Once again the room lurched as a feeling of renewed power washed over me. I stood motionless for a minute as it made it's way through my arms and legs.

I reached out with a stranger's arm and placed my hand on the right side of his chest. I brought the other up and, in a quick and violent motion, tore the shirt from his body. I tossed it in the corner of the stall and repeated the action with his pants. Reaching down between his massive legs, I grabbed his cock and balls and squeezed.

He closed his eyes and rolled his head back as I jacked his hard dick to an even greater erection. I pushed, shoved and manipulated his godlike body, with much less gentleness than he had afforded me, until he was facing the back of the stall. I shoved his torso forward so violently that his forehead glanced off the wall. He reached up and grabbed the top edge of the walls as I kicked his legs apart. Then, placing the head of my dick against his hole, I grabbed his waist and, in one swift motion, plunged it's full length deep inside him.

An unearthly howl escaped him that seemed to echo off the cold walls into the depths of hell. As my relentless assault continued, I bent forward and bit deeply into his shoulder. I lapped at the blood as it began to flow from the wound.He turned his head, hair falling in his face, and said something I was beyond hearing. All I could hear was the low growl that issued from my throat as it drowned out the grating of the wall brackets being torn from their moorings.

Each hard and grinding thrust was met with an equally violent push backward. He clenched his cheeks tightly around my dick as it slammed forward, as if trying to draw me deeper inside. We were like two perfect jungle beasts locked in combat. As my load churned it's way up from my balls, he stood upright, grabbed his dick and began to furiously jack himself off. As I shot my load deep inside his ravaged ass, he threw his head back onto my shoulder and released his load onto the black marble wall in front of him. As my load continued to gush forth, he turned his head to the side and, incisors fully extended, bit deeply into my exposed neck. My eyes flew open, and my pace slowed, as my still hard dick pulled out and I found myself facing him again. A small line of blood ran from the corner of his mouth as he pulled me into his arms and brought his lips to my throat and began to drink. My mind was filled with a rush of memories as my life drained down his throat. When my vision blurred, and the world went red, all I could think of was whether or not I was wearing clean underwear.

When I opened my eyes again, I was fully dressed and sitting on the toilet. I stood and then, after waiting for the dizziness to subside, opened the door. My foot kicked half of a broken belt on the floor as I staggered to the mirror. "Christ, I look like shit. I must have dropped off for a second." I ran a comb through my *hair and returned to my seat upstairs. Jack looked at me as I sat down.

"Jesus, Mike. You look awful. You OK, buddy?" "Yeah, just tired I guess. I'm alright." I don't remember much about the film. I was fascinated with the artery that pulsed in Jack's neck and watched it intently until he noticed me staring at him. Mistaking my hunger for lust (not entirely inaccurate), he reached over and gave my hardening dick a furtive grope. As the houselights came up at the end, we made our way up the aisle into the foyer. Jack stopped to admire the fountain at the top of the stairway, then remembered the hardon in the auditorium and hurried down the stairs.

As we walked up Broadway, he smiled in anticipation of one of my world famous blowjobs. I was good at that.

"Ya know, Donk, I think this is going to be a memorable evening. I think I'm going to like it a lot."

The temporary darkness that enveloped us when we stepped out of the glow of the marquee gave me a chance to briefly try out my new incisors before pulling them in again. I smiled and answered in a low, husky voice that made Jack giggle.

"I think so too,Jack. I think we'll have a LOT of fun".

Summertime Job - Part II

... continuation of Summertime Job - Part I

It was several days later before my visitor showed up again. Several things had happened in the meanwhile. My sister had gone on holiday and had left me to look after her apartment. The weather had turned really hot and sultry and I had not had any excitement since my friend had been here. The pool that I looked after had been very busy but there had been little to see. It was mainly mothers and screaming kids and it was boring! I was standing at the gate when he showed.

"Hi" he said. Which startled me since he seemed to pop up from nowhere. "My name is Paul" he said. "Joe" I replied. This seemed very strange since we knew each other so well we did not know our names!

"As you can see we're very busy here today" I said, and once more my eyes wandered down to his crotch. Like me he was wearing a track suit with the top unzipped down to reveal his lovely smooth and glistening chest. As I gazed down my cock tingled with delight and expectation. Anticipating his arrival, for the past few days I always got changed when I worked at the pool and just wore the track suit, nothing else. I stepped outside the pool area and noticed how Paul was smiling looking at my crotch. I glanced down and saw that my tool was starting to stick out as it got harder. Since we were obscured from the others in the pool Paul kindly adjusted my cock as I felt his expanding member. The desire became unbearable as he rubbed his the back of his hand up and down my hard cock. Through his tracksuit I felt that cute sweaty ass of his and knew that I had to cum one way or the other.

"I want to rub my cock on your ass" I hissed to him. At that I felt his cock jump. Obviously the idea appealed to him! My hand slipped past the elastic and felt his naked warm ass. As my finger explored dark sweaty parts he gasped and said "Nothing like a stream of hot cum". Next to the pool was the shed the gardener used. I looked over at it and saw the padlock was off. I looked around the pool to make sure everything was OK and said to Paul. "Give me a minute then follow me". Since my cock was pointing straight up it wasn't too obvious so I made my way over. Inside the shed it was roasting hot. In less than a second I was naked with a huge hard-on waiting for that ass. The door opened slightly and Paul slipped in. I was all over him before the door closed. I took him from behind, kissing his smooth skin as his top came off. My hand were busy pulling down the legs of the tracksuit but they got stuck over his hard cock. I had to pull them forward and glanced over his shoulder at his cock breathed fresh air. Now my cock was sliding up and down his ass as I gripped his shoulders. His hands reached out and gripped by buns pulling them towards him with the rhythm of my thrusts. "My cock, fuck my cock" he shouted and as I thrust I pumped his ample meat. "Bend forward a bit" as I said. "Fuck me harder" he said. My cock gratefully slipped into the valley of his smooth ass and his buns tightened - gripping my excited cock. I furiously pumped on his dick and by now was virtually jumping up and down as my cock slid up and down between those tight sweaty cheeks. "I'm gonna cum, I.. I'm gonna cum" I gasped. "Fuck my dick" he responded.

My cock exploded cum, as I thrusted to pump out as much juice as I could, I felt his cock go off in my hand. "Fuck my dick" he repeated as I felt hot cum on my fingers. As I relaxed I looked down and saw my belly and his back glisten with my cum. "Whoops" he said with a grin and glancing down I saw that the huge load that had spurted from his joystick was spread over my tracksuit top. I rubbed it into the cloth. "Good souvenir" I said smiling. "I better get back to work, can you come back later?" I said. "Sure" he said

The End.

Summertime Job - Part I

A couple of years ago I had a summertime job as a labourer in the grounds of a large hospital. Part of my "duties" was to look after the open air swimming pool - which was meant to be used only by medical staff. This rule was widely ignored and the pool was used by relatives of employees as well. It was actually a good job to have since it did not involve much effort and you could watch some of the lovely bodies using the pool. Also, you got lots of overtime since the pool had to stay open until about 9pm. Sometimes there would be days when nobody would use the pool and all I had to do was listen to my walkman.

One evening a boy aged about 16 showed up dressed in just a T shirt, shorts and sneakers. He was clutching his towel under one arm. The pool was some distance from the main buildings and was surrounded by a fence of about 5 feet, thus guaranteeing privacy. At the gate I asked him what he wanted. He said that he was the nephew of one on the hospital staff and he only wanted a quick swim. As he pleaded with me to let him in my eyes wandered down to a promising bulge in his shorts.

"I can get changed very quickly" he said and he noticed my line of sight and deliberately scratched his cock. I flushed as I realised that he had caught me looking and I let him in the pool. As the gate closed he pulled off his T shirt and pulled down his shorts - a magnificent manly cock jumped up. He stepped up to me and stroked my hardening cock underneath my Levis. All inhibitions were now swept aside. I started stroking his cock with my thumb and fingers. He giggled with delight as my movements got more vigourous.

I stepped back and told him to put his shorts back on. Looking confused I led him to the filter plant room and shut the door. I immediately stripped naked and as I did so his shorts came tumbling down. I kneeled in front of him and started kissing around his groin. He groaned with pleasure as his cock once more arose to meet the challenge. As I took his cock into my mouth he gasped and went on tiptoes. At first I just took in the top of his love pump sucking gently and massaging with my tongue. As he started to get more and more excited I took more and more cock. All the while both my hand were gripped his tight cute little buns. I realised too that my cock was sreaming for some attention and so with one hand exploring the boys ass the other was pumping my own joystick. Suddenly the boy started making loud grunting noises - I knew he was about to cum. I felt his ass quiver as he then trust his rod deep into my mouth and he shouted YES! as he pumped out his juices into my grateful mouth. As he pulled my head towards himself and thrust his pelvis foward I sucked as much out as he was willing to pump. Just then the furious pumping going on down below suddenly produced: I exploded cum that shot up his leg.

I stood up and we kissed - he licked up cum around my mouth and with that stepped away pulled on his shorts and said: "I'm off to wash fancy a swim?"

To be continued on Summertime Job - Part II

Changing Room

The other day I went to a department store to buy some new clothes, it turned out to be quite an afternoon!

As I walked around through the mens deparment looking at the latest styles I couldn't help but noticing two very good looking surfers also shopping for clothes. One was about 19, 5' 11" very tan with very light sun bleached blonde hair. My thoughts immediatly was I wonder if his pubes are that blonde too? The other stud was around 20, maybe 5' 9" darker hair but sun bleached streaks throughout. Both were very/very good looking and tanned.

I went back to my shopping figuring I'll fantasize about these guys later. I found a couple pairs of pants I liked and took them into the change room to try them on. I entered a stall near the far end. There was no one else in the change area. I sat down to untie my shoes and I heard voices approaching. I thought nothing of it. These voices entered the stall across from mine. I heard one say "Yeah, check these out" and "naw, I don't like those". then I heard "fuck you man, are you crazy? what if someone caught us?"

I then looked through the slots in the door on the stall to see what was happening. It was those two surfer studs!

The blonde said "come on there's no one in this store, it will be fun" "you can say you've been sucked off in a public department store"

Wow! my interest was up, as well as my cock! I quietly moved into position so my door slots and their door slots matched and I could see all. I knew I was about to be treated to a real show and I wanted to get it all. I slipped off my pants (not wearing any underwear) and started stroking my cock in anticipation.

The dark haired kid was nude from the waist down and the blonde was kneeling down with his pants around his ankles pounding his meat as he sucked off his buddy! This was too much! I started to really get into it, in rhythm with these guys as they were too! I moved to get into a better position and my knee hit the side of the stall making a noise.

I heard one kid say "what the fuck was that?" They were looking in my direction. I then stood up and said "please don't stop!" The blonde was embarassed but the dark haired kid said "join us" I couldn't beleive it! I was in their stall in a flash.

I immediatly went for the blonde's cock which was hard about 7 1/2 inches, balls hanging to his knees! Oh yes, he did have very light blonde pubes! I had my nose buried in his crotch sucking like there was no tomorrow. The other kid was working his tongue up my ass, this was too much! All of us totally forgot where we were, but it didn't matter anyway. We change positions and I was sucking on the other kids cock. He was well endowed, 8 1/2 inches and very large around. I had to be very careful not to scrape him with my teeth. He really knew how to enjoy being sucked off. He started to fuck my face to keep the rythm going. Meantime the blonde was under me sucking me off! What a trip!!!

I was in heaven! We all knew this couldn't go on forever we all startred to get into some very heavy sucking until I said "I'm ready" the blonde said "me too anytime" then the other kid said "I'm cummmmmming!" And he did! Fuck! what a load! and what a fucking mess. Then I came just as the Blonde came. There was cum from one end of that stall the other! We must have pumped a fuckin gallon! The blonde was moaning very loud as he came and that scared me some and made me realize where I was again. I said " I got to go " and went back to my stall and got dressed.

They did the same and we all split from the store not buying any clothes but leaving very satisfied!

I've seen these guys once since then and we are planning another get together soon. That will be on a secluded beach. I think that may be another story!

Ralph and His Friend

I met Ralph in my favorite bar. He was extremely friendly and talkative. He was new in town and looking for work as an electrician. He was staying with friends but wanted to live on his own as soon as he could afford it. Ralph was good company and quick to pick up on my hint that he could enjoy my friendship and hospitality better in my apartment. We had talked enough for me to decided that it would be safe to take him home for a seduction attempt.

Physically, Ralph was lean, dark, around twenty four and reasonably attractive. What he lacked in looks, he made up in what I call a sweet but manly personality. When I took him home, I had no idea that he was anything but straight. In short, he was the type I most prefer, strong, young and a laborer.

When we got to my apartment, the seduction was so quick and easy that within minutes Ralph was naked and lying across my king size bed. He had a long skinny dick that was a joy to suck. I gobbled it right down while he pushed up his hips giving me all I wanted. I worked on his hard dick for a few minutes before looking up to see him smiling down at me and enjoying my every effort. Some men close their eyes and fantasize their own dreams when you suck them off, but not Ralph. He watched me sucking him. He knew I was sucking him, and he showed every indication that he liked me sucking him. I was his cocksucker, and we both knew it and liked our roles in sex. About then he asked me to take all my clothes off. I guessed that he wanted to fuck me with that perfect dick of his for fucking. I tore off my clothes and jumped back in bed and the two of us sat for a moment just looking at each other overjoyed that we had found each other. Before he made the plunge up my ass, I wanted one last suck on that delicious prick. I went down on him and took it as far down my throat as it would reached. My nose was in his pubic hair, his balls were on my chin. I had all of him. I hummed and growled and moved my head so he could feel the head of his dick rubbing the passage of my throat. He moaned with joy and such force that I thought he was going to cum right then. Instead, he grabbed my head and mouth fucked me for a few minutes.

Next he started turning in bed, and I knew my ass was in for a fucking. I reluctantly pulled my mouth off his dick, and just as I did, he went down on mine! I was not surprised at his doing it. I had had other 'straight' men taste my dick when I was doing them. Somehow men seem to think that what they do in bed with a homosexual does not count or make them in any way homosexual. God, it was good having my dick in his mouth. All too soon he stopped leaving me wishing for more. He hesitated a second and then asked if I minded if he took out his partial bridge. He said he had lost two front teeth in a fight. I told him to go head. He took it out, and went back to sucking my dick. What had before been good was now excellent. Without those teeth he could get more of my big dick into his mouth, and he took all he could get. Damn if he didn't seem to enjoy cocksucking as much as I do. I turned in bed and we got into a sixty nine session. I pressed down on his dick until his balls were hitting me right in the eyes. They looked so good that I stopped sucking his dick and started sucking his balls. From there I moved right on to his ass which he willingly spread and let me eat as much as I wanted. By now I could tell he was really getting hot. Suddenly, he turned me over and pushed that marvelous dick right up my ass. I was briefly in pain, but we were both so hot that there was no slowing down. He moaned and thrust his dick to the hilt up my ass. I squirmed on the bed beneath him in pure pleasure. He continued to pound my butt and moan as if he were about to cum any second. Soon I was moaning and raising my ass up to meet his every thrust. It was animal passion and we were momentarily lost in the act. Soon he yelled Jesus and unloaded in me. I raised myself just high enough off the be to give my dick a few jerk to bring on my orgasm. I shot on the sheets and then fell in my own cum with Ralph lying on my back and his dick still in me. I don't know how long we lay there, but after a while we went to the bathroom and showered together and congratulated one another on having had a fuck of a life time. What else could I say but yes, when he ask to sleep in my king size bed that night?

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One night at bed time, Ralph rang my door bell. I had seen him a few times since the fabulous fuck at our first meeting, but we had never been able to reach again the fireworks of that first session together. Now he stood at the door with a friend, Ken, and they really needed a place to spend the night. One look at Ken and I could tell he was just a good old country boy that Ralph had taken up with in some bar. He was tall, lean, about twenty three, and a beard that made him look like a young Kenny Rogers. We had a beer and talked, and I decided that Ken was what Ralph called `good people.' I told Ken that he could sleep on the sofa in the living room and that Ralph could sleep with me in the king size bed. I figured that if we were quiet, Ralph and I could suck dick after Ken went to sleep. While Ken was using the bathroom, Ralph whispered to me that I must not mention to Ken that he, Ralph, was bi-sexual.

"Did you tell him that I was?" I asked. Ralph tried to get out of answering this question, but he finally admitted that he had.

"Do you think he's interested in sex?" I asked.

"You can try," said Ralph.

When Ken returned I told him there was plenty of room in my king size bed for him. As soon as I said that, they drained their beers and undressed for bed. I got in the middle, of course.

When we were under cover, I took hold of Ralph's dick and felt it hardening in my hand. Next I put my hand on Ken's thigh and left it there for a minute before making the move up to his crotch where I found a hard dick waiting for my eager hand. I pulled his jockey shorts down and sucked his long rod right into my wet mouth while still holding Ralph's dick with one hand. After a minute or so I came up for air and told Ralph that his buddy had a big dick. This embarrassed Ken at first, until I turned on the reading light and he saw my hand around Ralph's hard dick.

I dimmed the reading light and told them to lie side by side. They seemed happy to do so. By now they were completely nude, and I was looking at two slender bodies and two hard dicks waiting for my attentions. I got over them and pulled on their dicks. First I would suck one then the other. Next I put their dicks together and licked and sucked them as best I could at the same time. This is as close as some men can come to having sex with another man. It's a real turn on for `straight' guys who have a feeling for their buddy and need a woman or a cocksucker to bring them together. (A cocksucker once told me that he had two straight sailors in bed. When he had sucked off the first one, he followed him to the bathroom and told the cocksucker to let him suck off his buddy. So they went back and in the dark one sailor sucked off the other sailor letting him think it was the cocksucker doing it. Probably all three knew what was going on.) After I had sucked on Ralph and Ken for a while, Ralph left his place on the bed and climbed up on my ass. With a little effort and a lot of spit, he had his long dick moving up my willing ass. (Ralph had one of those long skinny dicks that was more fun to get fucked with using no lubrication except nature's own spit.)

As soon as Ralph got his fucking rhythm going and giving my ass a good pounding, I started giving Ken some serious head. As Ralph fucked me, he was stretched out over my back with his face very close to mine and only inches from Ken's long dick which was as nearly as far down my throat as Ralph's was up my ass. I wondered if Ralph wanted to suck Ken's dick, too. I took Ken's dick out of my mouth and went for his balls. This left Ken's hard dick even closer to Ralph's mouth, but Ralph would not take the bait.

"Hey, Ken," said Ralph, "doesn't this remind you of us screwing that chick the other night?"

"Yeah," said Ken.

It was an obvious lie. Both were simply affirming their masculinity to each other. There had been no chick. I was really getting turned on to Ken and decided to go for his ass with my tongue, but he would not let me. About that time Ralph shot a full load of cum up my ass and departed for the bathroom and a hot shower. With Ralph gone I asked Ken for his ass again and again he said no. I suspected it had to do something with Ralph so I told him to let me do it quick before Ralph got back. With that he spread his legs and I dove tongue first into a very nice asshole. Ken sighed and I really went for it. He was obviously enjoying it, and I was enjoying giving it my best. At the same time I was wondering why Ken did not mind Ralph seeing me suck his dick but did not want Ralph to see me eating his ass? I decided there is no understanding the barriers that people put around pleasure. Just then Ken pushed his long dick into my face and I barely had it in my mouth then gobs of salty cum splattered the back of throat. Ken moaned and acted as if he were dying. But he lived and the three of us slept rather cozily in my big bed for the rest of the night.