Category: first times

Glory Hole

God I hate weirdos.

Long-haired weirdos, fast-talking weirdos, salesperson weirdos, gay weirdos. I hate weirdos.

I know, I know, to each his own. But I like good old fashioned values. Mom, apple pie, Old Glory and, as we used to say in the Army, the girl you left behind.

Well, I have to admit, in the spirit of full disclosure, that I have a few vices. There’s the occasional belt of straight up Jim Beam, there’s a penchant for fast cars which like to exceed the speed limit, and shaving a few strokes off my golf score. Oh, another vice came to the front by accident, when I attended a bachelor party which started at a strip club, moved over to an adult boutique, and then back to the club for a few lap dances.

So what, you say? No real harm there, right?

Probably not. Still, the latter trip to the world of exotic dancing and peep shows wet my appetite, and on a business trip to Philadelphia I found myself drawn, like metal to a magnet, to the flashing neon lights of an adult bookstore on Market Street.

Now I have to tell you that I’ve had a fairly normal sex life, at least to my knowledge. I like making love to a woman, caressing a soft body, hearing a woman moan to my ministrations. Of the dozens of positions explained in the Kama Sutra, though, I still liked missionary the best, although I have never tossed a young lady out of bed if she wanted to be on top or do the deed doggie or side-by-side. What can I say, missionary is my favorite, and I am not ashamed to admit it.

While I may not have the most active sex life, it is fulfilling. I’d like it to be more frequent, but, I can’t complain.

Still, when looking out the hotel window, that adult bookstore beckoned and I found myself casually walking over to it late one Tuesday night. My work was done after a productive business dinner, and I was catching the morning Metroliner back to the Big Apple.

As I approached the store I noticed a couple guys leaving, and since they looked “normal” I felt a boost of confidence, as if I wouldn’t be, well, a weirdo, for entering. Armed with that evidence I opened the door and stepped inside. There were magazines, videos, lingerie, adult toys, you name it. But what drew my attention was the wall filled with movie boxes depicting the clips being showed in the peep shows in the back room.

Wow, everything was on that wall, from straight to gay, from domination to transsexual, you name it, and it was there. I quickly looked around, then slipped back into the dark room with about two dozen booths. I went toward the back and slipped inside a booth in the back, making sure I closed, and locked, the door behind me.

That was my first mistake, because the room was totally dark. Damn, I thought, there must be a place to drop some quarters somewhere. After feeling around like a blind man, I finally found a place to drop my change, and dropped in a couple quarters, immediately starting a film.

With the start of the show there was light, and I immediately saw a place to deposit a bill, and added a fiver to my change. Then I settled back against the wall to watch the show. On the screen was a woman being mauled by a man with a huge penis. He was banging her and she was moaning in feigned ecstasy. I noticed a button, touched it, and immediately the view changed to a pair of men making it with each other…disgusting.

On to a blowjob which kept me spellbound, hardening my cock in my briefs. That feeling forced me to unhook my pants and unveil my cock to the dark booth. I slowly stroked it, watching the blonde suck the large cock, which ultimately erupted in her mouth. It was awesome. I especially like how she swirled the cum around in her mouth.

Another click and I saw a woman being gang-banged, while another click saw a young cheerleader being screwed in a locker room.

It was about that time when I heard a sound toward my right. I glanced down, and stepped back as, from the wall, a finger was sliding around a hole in the wall. At first I couldn’t believe it, but then I quickly came to the realization that these booths were sometime more than a place to watch porno, but a place for gays to have some sort of faceless rendezvous.

Unbelievable!


Getting a Workout

My girlfriend gave me a membership to a gym for my birthday. I didn’t really need to lose weight, just tone my body back up again and get some good muscle definition.

I went to the gym and used some of the equipment that I was familiar with and was working up a sweat getting back into a routine. I noticed some new equipment and went to the front desk to ask if I could get some instruction. The girl at the desk told me that my new membership included instruction from a personal trainer at no charge for the first thirty days. We discussed the details and I signed up to start with a trainer the following week.

I made my appointment for late in the evening so I could come in after work. I met Antonio, my trainer, the first night. He was a very fit guy that most women would drool over. He was in his early 30s, average height and Latin.

Antonio showed me the equipment that I was not familiar with and explained how to use it. We discussed which areas of my body I wanted to target. I told him I felt I needed to work on my legs, butt and abs. He looked me over and I felt self conscious under his gaze, but at the same time his eyes ignited me like a fire. He told me that to record my progress we were going to take starting measurements and then do weekly updates. He pulled out a tape measure and proceeded to measure different parts of my body. His hands grazed me from time to time and I was working to keep my breath steady. As he parted my legs and wrapped the tape measure around each of my thighs to get the measurements I hoped he couldn’t tell that I was getting hard when he touched me. I didn’t know why. I had never been into guys, but it happened that night. He put the tape measure away and I was relieved that the torture of him touching me was over while at the same time I wanted him to keep touching me.

In the following weeks I worked hard and was seeing progress in the shape of my body. I was starting to feel more comfortable with how I looked and was starting to buy new clothes

One night Antonio and I were going through our normal routine. I was sitting on a weight machine and doing some rows when Antonio sat down behind me and placed his arms over mine. He told me that I needed to adjust my form to get better results. He pulled along with my pulls and his arms remained on mine as we let the weights gently slide back. After a few repetitions he placed one hand on my rib cage and told me that I needed to breathe through each repetition. I could barely breathe with his hands on me. The sensation was unfamiliar. His hand was just inches above my cock and I wanted him to reach down and touch me.


First Time Sucking a Big Black Cock

To my great surprise I am obsessed with sucking cocks, especially big black cocks. Well, sucking one particular big black cock.

I am ‘straight’, dating and fucking only women for most of my life. I was good at that, finding willing female partners an easy thing. I had experimented with men, but it was mostly just mutual jack-off sessions.

I work for a very large accounting firm in a semi-supervisory position. I was the guy that ‘checked on the checkers’. I would travel from audit site to audit site, reviewing the work of others. It was on one trip to Portland, Oregon that I became aware of my obsession.

I had flown in the prior evening, First Class of course. The audit was in progress and I was to meet the audit team that morning. I showered, closely shaved, lightly applied a very expensive men’s cologne and dressed in my best ‘power suit’. I always wanted to make a strong first impression on these things.

I am fairly tall, around 6’3″. I keep in shape spending at least three days a week at any gym I can find. I have dark hair and eyes, my skin olive. I have to shave often, sometimes twice a day. Surprisingly I do not have an excessive amount of body hair. I’m considered to be ‘classically handsome’. My name is Kurt.

I met with the team. I knew by our company standards that all of them would be bright, hard-working individuals. One person stood out among the others; a very handsome, very athletic looking black man. His name was Marcus.

I spent the day speaking to each individual auditor; reviewing their respective work. The ‘interviews’ were done one-on-one. It was Marcus’ turn. I greeted him, shaking his firm large warm hand. We spoke of audit items. His work was perfect and I told him so. As he was my last auditor, and the day was ending, we began to speak of more personal things.

I asked him about the nightlife in Portland. He said, “It can be fun, but it’s really up to the individual.”

“Would you consider showing me around?” I asked.

He thought for a moment then answered, “Yes, but I wouldn’t want anyone else to know, that might cause some problems in the office.”

“I agree.”

“I can pick you up this evening, are you at the usual hotel?” he said.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Would you like dinner, or something a little more fun?” he asked.

“A ‘little more fun’ please.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up at ten, in the lobby, dress casual.”

I returned to my hotel and awaited the ‘appointment’. It seemed far away. I showered and shaved … again. I dressed in clean expensive casual clothing. I reviewed myself in the mirror; ‘not bad I thought’. Sometimes I can be a little vain.

I went to the lobby. Marcus was already waiting. We greeted, both of us smiling. It was obvious the pressure of the review was no longer present. He directed me to his car, a very nice black Mercedes.

In the car he said, “This might end up being a fun night. I do have to tell you that I’m gay; are you OK with that?”


Boys Will Be Boys

Scott was so excited, he had just gotten his first apartment. He didn’t really have any special plans or anything, so he called his best friend Matt to come over. Matt brought some smoke, and a 12 pack of beer. They had been best friends for many many years, and they were very comfortable and relaxed around each other.

They were both very buzzed quickly, and as they sat watching TV, and talking Scott suggested they watch a new porno tape he had just purchased. Matt giggled, and agreed that it would be fun so they put the movie in the VCR, and sat quietly drinking while the movie started.

It was basically a 2 and 1/2 hour collection of blow jobs and cum shots, so the action began right away. As Scott watched the first suck scene, it began to turn him on. His cock began to grow, and it bulged out very noticeably against his tight gym shorts. He felt very nervous and uncomfortable about it, but as his eyes wandered, he noticed that Matt also had a raging hardon which looked as if it were ripping the seams out of his shorts. Matt’s eyes met Scott’s, and he quickly looked down at Scott’s crotch. “Looks like we have a problem,” he said laughing loudly. Scott wanted to jack him self off so badly, but didn’t know how Matt would react. Matt broke the ice finally, by stroking himself through his shorts. His hand moved up and down his stiff cock as it pressed tightly against his shorts.

Scott felt braver now, and decided to go a step further than Matt. Scott stood from the couch, and lowered and removed his shorts. His 7 and 1/2 inch cock sprang forth slapping loudly against his belly. Matt looked at Scott’s stiff cock and stared at it intently. Scott began to stroke himself, moving his fist up and down his cock. His cock throbbed and pulsated wildly as his hand moved up and down the thick shaft. Matt quickly stripped, and his cock was larger than Scott’s. Scott’s eyes opened widely as he caught his first sight of his friends massive erection. It was a bit over 9 inches long and very thick.

There wasn’t much hair around his cock, and his large balls looked hairless. Scott had never thought about his friend in a sexual manner before, but he suddenly felt a desire to suck his friend’s impressive boner. Matt sat down next to Scott on the couch, and began to stroke himself. The 2 men sat next to one another frantically masturbating themselves. Their eyes remained glued on each other’s stiff cocks. Scott pressed his thigh against Matt’s and softly slid his leg back and forth. The skin contact really turned both of them on. Matt’s large cock began oozing precum, and he quickly wiped it away with his fingers.


Oral in the Theater

My day off and I have woken up horny as hell with a raging hard on, there is noting unusual about that I love to have morning sex or if I wake alone then a morning masturbation session. I started to stroke my cock , I like a soft grip and slow stroking motion love to feel the smooth warm skin of my cock while I move my hand up and down the shaft.

I started to drift into fantasy mode where I was imagining this girl I know was sucking my cock this was getting me extremely hard, my heart rate quickened while I tried to maintain a nice even slow pump of my hand up and down the full length of my now fully erect cock which is rock hard at 7 and ½ inches.

After about 15min Pre cum started to ooze out and I stopped pumping and grabbed firmly at the base of my cock and squeezed hard milking from bottom to top to get all the pre cum hmmm how I love pre cum I then catch the whole blob of pre cum on my index finger and place on my tongue hmm Fuck that is nice and then resume back to the slow full stroke with a light grip on my cock again.

After repeating this process for another 15 min I was ready to cum but I like to prolong as long as I can because I love the feeling and don’t want it to end so I stop and get out of bed still naked and go and get some breakfast (living alone means I am naked most of the time when at home) while getting something to eat and making a coffee pre cum is still dripping out and I continue to not let it be wasted so I ensure I get it and rub on my lips.

I grabbed one of my many porn DVD’s and put one on getting ready to finish what I started when I woke today, I was extra horny and starting thinking about going into the CBD to where I know are a few adult shops that have cinemas in them and watch some porn on the big screen, I had the day off work so I thought fuck it I am going to go and masturbate in the adult theater which I have done before even though there was only a few guys in there I positioned myself in a dark corner and I know they couldn’t see me but it still turned me on knowing that someone else knew I was masturbating in the same room. So I got dressed and jumped on a train and headed for my day of self gratification.

When I got there my heart rate was already higher due to the anticipation of what was about to happen I paid my $10 and the attendant buzzed the door and I entered the theatre stood just inside the entrance and waiting for my eyes to adjust while I watched a close up on the screen if a lovely shaved cunt being penetrated by two cocks, once I could see better I looked around so a seat and was surprised to see around 4 others already in the theater. 2 of which were openly stroking their cocks.

I found a seat second row from the back left hand side of the theater and sat third seat in from the isle this meant it was light enough to be seen but far enough away to not feel like a pervert. I was watching the porn and had a ragging hard on but was a little embarrassed to pull my cock out but I was getting to the point where I had to feel it as I was to horny so I tried to quietly undo my zipper on my jeans and and let my cock spring free, I still remember the feeling of it feeling the cooler air from the air-conditioning and that first touch of my hand it felt great, I looked around and tried to see if anyone was looking and then I started my light slow pumping from base to tip of my cock and was thinking how great this felt being in the same room as others stroking my cock knowing that they knew I was stroking it.


First Time Gay Oral Slut

Hi everyone. I’ve been reading these hot stories for some time so I figured I should post one myself. This story is true and still turns me on today. I hope it reads well I never wrote a story before.

When I was 20, I was in my third year at college in the City of Boston. One day I decided to check out this piano store near my school. I was talking to an older man who worked there and I could tell was gay. I started to flirt with him and found myself extremely turned on by the thought of acting like such a slut. I have always had an urge to suck some cock but to this point I have only jerked off 2 other men in my whole life.

I asked him if they offered any lessons? He gave me the usually answerer, but I didn’t want to really learn so I asked him if “he offered any private lesson” with a devious smile on my face. He got excited and offered me his email and said to write; and with that he left. I was unsure if he got the hint but I know my cock sure did.

After a few emails with not much going on I decided I didn’t want to wait any longer. So the next email I told him “I would love to CUM over and have to teach me something new.” Again I couldn’t believe how much of a slut I was becoming and moreover, how much I loved it.

To make a long story shorter about a week later I found myself knocking on this strange man’s door waiting for my life to change. He opened the door with a big smile and welcomed me inside. By this point I should tell you this man was about 50 years old. He had a cool townhouse condo in the middle of the city and led me downstairs. We began to talk about this and that and I was really really nervous because he was only the third man I was going to tell my dirty little secretes; that I liked men and more to the point that I liked to please men.

He finally asked me why I was there and I answered “you know why.”

He said “no I don’t tell me.”

So I said “I want to try stuff with men.”


Australian Lifeguard Lover

I was lying on a beach in Australia, enjoying the sunshine, when suddenly a lifeguard rushed past me. Even in those brief few seconds that he was in view I couldn’t help but notice that he was incredibly hot.

I turned around to see what had got him in such a hurry and saw him ticking off someone that had trespassed where they should not have. What I saw was an incredibly shapely, full masculine ass underneath that sexy red swimsuit that he wore. Fortunately his swimsuit was not too tight so the material followed the natural curves of his man melons instead of cutting across them. He had a pair of mighty fine legs that were covered in long, silky blondish brown hair.

Having delivered his lecture he turned around and started making his way back to his post. I stole a quick glance and noticed a deliciously full package nestled between his thighs. A trail of dark brown hair led out of his swimsuit and disappeared under the cropped vest that he wore. He had powerful shoulders and a well developed chest and washboard flat stomach. He was just one of the hottest men I had ever seen.

So imagine my surprise when he stopped near me.

‘Sorry about that. I hope I didn’t kick sand in your face as I went by.’ he said.

I was dumb struck and couldn’t think of anything to say so I just smiled at him.

‘It’s a beautiful day for it, isn’t it?’ he said.

A beautiful day for what I wondered. I knew what I would like it to a beautiful day for – covering his sexy body in hungry kisses. But I figured there was no chance of that.

‘It’s a pity you have to work.’ I said.

‘I’ve just finished my shift.’ he replied as he sat down on my towel uninvited, not that I minded.

He was quite easy to talk to but I was extremely self conscious of being naked while he was clothed. Each time he flashed me that brilliant white toothed smile of his I felt my lust rise higher. My heart seemed to be beating faster than normal and I felt my throat and tongue go dry. It had been a long time since I felt so turned on. And then when he slipped a hand up his vest and idly brushed it against his left nipple my cock rose of his own accord.


My First Time

was going to grad school in NYC. I was 27 and had never been with another man or really even considered it. Well actually, there was a time when I came onto a really close friend at home. We were sleeping in the basement of my parent’s house, when he awoke to me kissing him, he freaked and ran out the door! Not a good experience. I had started thinking about it again the last year or so, especially when my long distance girlfriend started cheating on me. She lived in a ski town, where I spent nearly 4 years being a ski bum. We broke up in a messy scenario when I visited the town for the entire winter break between semesters that year only to learn she was seeing someone else a few days prior to my arrival. Man, did that suck! She was by far the best sexual partner I had ever had to that date and we had great sex while I was there anyway, but our relationship was never the same and we were no longer mutually exclusive when I returned to NYC.

The very night I returned to NYC I met a 32 yr old gal, whom I had admired from afar, through a mutual friend, who was also a student. We instantly hit it off and I asked her out. At first she said no because she was too busy to consider a boyfriend. Then one night when I knocked on her door just to say hi, she invited me to dinner and I I won her over. After tons of sake, we had amazing sex that night and she even let me fuck her in the ass. It was a steamy sexual start to a great no strings relationship that lasted several months.

We started dating, albeit it was never to be serious and she always reinforced that it was only sexual. During our lovemaking we would fantasize together about different things. She confided to me that she had bi-curious yearnings and I guardedly shared with her I also had bi-curious feelings. She was the first person I ever told and this was a crucial step in my recognizing that fact and I believe she helped me move toward validating those feelings.

All of a sudden, men started to become attractive to me. In the past, I always thought male bodies were gross, but now I was looking at men and thinking they were cute! And I would actually check out their ass or their package in their jeans! This was huge and so were some of them! It was very exciting, too.

Then it happened. I was partying out with friends that weren’t associated with school and thus I was coming home alone on the subway about 1 am. I was walking up the stairs exiting the subway and ahead of me was a cute, tall guy in a pair of jeans. I immediately like his ass and when I said something to him, something unimportant like, “Hey – how’s it going?”

"Fine," he replied in a flamboyant effeminate sort of way.

I was pretty hammered, so I just said, "Are you bi?"

He was floored, but responded, "Maybe," as he looked me up and down. Then I really noticed he was very cute with blonde hair and a slim build. I walked very close to him doing my best, in an amateur, haphazard kind of way, to give off signals.

When you live in NYC you get hit on all the time by other guys in very subtle ways. A glance at your cock, a seductive smile. It happens quite often, especially in the Village near the more popular Gay Bars. Most hetero guys never even notice simply because they're not looking for it. When you look for it, you find it, and that night we found each other.

We talked a bit of small talk as we walked and it turned out he was an a student at another school that leased space in my same building. We were neighbors. This freaked me out a bit, because I wanted an experience well removed from my hub of life for secrecy issues. But hell be damned, I invited him up to my room to smoke some pot and he said sure. The art school packed 2 and 3 kids into the same rooms that my school used as singles, and believe me they were very small to begin with. So he was psyched I had my own room.

We went into my room and sat on my small couch. I loaded my bong and we both smoked a hit. As he let his hit out I reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants. He responded positively and grabbed for mine. I looked deep into his eyes and kissed him. We french kissed and massaged each others groin. He slid off the couch and got between my knees. He undid my belt, slid it out and unzipped my Levis. I was getting so hard. He took off my shoes and slid my pants off. Then my under wear. I had the hardest cock of my life. He complimented me and said I had a beautiful cock. Before I knew it, I was getting a hand job from another guy. A cute guy!

I stood up and brought him over to my bed. I undressed him and almost gasped at the size of his cock. It was huge!! I mean, I couldn't believe how big it was.

I asked him if he liked it in the ass and he said "Sometimes." I told him I was a virgin and that he would have to go easy on me. He was quite a bit younger than me but obviously much more experienced and at ease with his sexuality.

That night was unreal for me. We made out, gave each other blow jobs and had safe anal sex. I was able to fuck him, with a condom, quite vigorously while he was barely able to do me, as it hurt pretty badly due to his unusually large size. When we woke the next morning, side by side, naked, in the bed, I did an immediate guilt check. I felt funny, but my uneasy feelings were more about anyone finding out and implications associated with the possibility of me truly being gay rather than feeling guilty for the experimentation itself. I even felt fine enough to have the urge to reach over and start playing with his glorious cock as I woke him up with kisses on his body. I got him hard and tried to do him one more time in the ass. But he couldn't take it.

He said, "Sometimes it's easy and sometimes it's not, just like with you last night!"

With that we kissed and I begged him again not to tell anyone. He told me not to worry and that our secret was safe.

Over the next few months I ran into him on several occasions. We would both be with friends and we would exchange greetings, nothing fancy. We never ran into each other again after a certain point and I was afraid to go to his room because he had roommates and they would likely know he was gay. I didn't dare risk it. As far as I know, he kept his promise and never told a soul! That was very sweet of him. He took my virginity and he kept my secret. Now, of course, I wish we would have played more!


My First Glory Hole

Growing up in a small town in the northern Midwest, I had not experienced a lot of gay sexual action. I was actually not gay, but had always been curious about what it would be like to be with another man and suck his cock.

When I was 18 in high school I had an oral sex session with one of my friends from the drama club (I know what you’re thinking…but, I am actually a Jock Type, an injury forced me to miss a season from fall sports, and to get out of the house and meet chicks, I joined the drama club for one year).

Anyway, my friend from drama and I had thrown a Xmas party and after all the girls left we got to talking about sex and he told me he was gay. One thing led to another and before I knew we had each other’s cock in our mouths, in a 69 in the middle of his living room. He finished me off, but I panicked and left before he finished. That was my only gay experience until I left home and went to college the following fall, though I had begun to fantasize more and more about sucking cock.

When I got to college, things were going pretty well. I had made a bunch of new friends and we hung out and partied a lot. One day we were flipping through some porno mags in the dorms, talking about how hot the girls were, when one of the guys mentioned that there was an adult bookstore in town and we should run over there and get some new porn. In the car on the way there, we all admitted that we had never been to a store like that (most of us were just barely 18 years old), and we did not know what to expect.

When we arrived, man, what a dive! We walked in and the place was just filthy inside and out. The walls were yellow with cigarette smoke; the floors were old worn out institutional-type tile that was grey from the years of traffic on it. Inside the store were racks and racks and racks of dildoes, rubber pussies, various odds and ends sex toys, and the freakiest skin mags you could ever want to see.

What a shocker for a small town kid like me! I loved it! The magazines were divided into areas of the store based on their content, you know soft core here, hard core there, gay in the corner, bondage up front, etc. We all walked around the store perusing the magazines, carefully avoiding the gay ones! I learned a lot about my buddies (the perverts), based on what section they spent the longest time in. Finally, the group decided it was time to get going (having bought nothing) when one of the guys pointed down a hallway and asked if anyone knew what was back that way.

None of us had been down the hall, so as a herd, we all went back. What we found was a series of narrow doors, all right next to one another on both sides of the hall.

One of the guys opened a door and said “Hey, there’s a TV in here!”


Face Shot

Gary and I really haven’t known each other all that long. Actually we met only recently. He had sent me a short note letting me know of his appreciation for my erotic writings. After a few correspondences, we figured we could actually be real life friends. Could there be more?

Gary was kind of tied down to his business. So it was up to me to come up with a way for us to get together. After some back and forth emails, trying this date or that, I finally found an open space in my schedule – and a cheap flight to the airport nearest Gary’s hometown. It was a date, I’d fly out and he would pick me up and plan an evening. Since we had not agreed to sex, this was just going to be a friends night out.

On the appointed day, I made all the phone calls I needed to, scheduled my men for the following work day and left work an hour and a half early to catch my flight. Only a two hour flight, I had a couple of cocktails on the way and entertained myself with my iPod to make the time pass. I could feel myself relaxing more and more as my flight progressed.

My flight arrived on time. I left the plane and headed to the gate. There was Gary holding a sign that just said “Birch”. It almost made me laugh, what had started as a nickname in college had become my erotica “nom de plume” on the internet. I silently wondered if anyone else had caught on.

After a hearty handshake and a couple of backslaps, we were heading to Gary’s car ion the airport’s out lot. Ordinarily, I’d be nervous about a meeting like this. Between the emails we’d had and the in-flight cocktails, I had the feeling this was a new friend who just felt like a friend I’d known forever.

Gary suggested we go to a dinner theater place he was well acquainted with. We could enjoy a good meal, some conversation and a live play as a topper. It sounded like a great evening. We stowed my travel pack and ever present camera bag into his car and off we went.

Once we got to the appointed place, I quickly realized that Gary knew everyone there – and everyone knew and loved Gary. We were both treated like visiting royalty – a gesture I surely appreciated.

We split a bottle of a wine that he had suggested while I dined on a delicate Filet of Sole creation. Gary enjoyed a Shrimp Vera Cruz dinner that looked scrumptious.

Dinner over, we both had coffees while preparations for staging the play were readied. The theater lights flicked on and off announcing the pending start of the evening’s performance.

Already relaxed, Gary said “You didn’t mention what hotel you’d booked. If you’d like, you can spend the night at my place.”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” I replied.

At the same time, my heart pounded a bit for the first time that day. My cock also stirred in my slacks.

We enjoyed the show immensely. We both got up to use the gent’s room at the intermission. When we returned to our seats, I looked around to make sure no one else could hear me.

“I’m thinking of some ways to pay you back later for your hospitality.” I said.

“And I can’t wait to thank you for coming out here.” he replied.