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Tag Team In The Theater

I was at the adult theater looking to continue my cock sucking adventures. Since I’m very picky about whom I suck off, I hadn’t seen anyone I wanted to blow yet. I was sitting on the second couch from the back of the theater, kind of sideways with my back towards the wall.

As I sat there with my dick in my hand, a twink of a kid not more than 20 years old came up behind the couch, reached down and took over stroking my cock. A minute later he bent over the back of the couch and started sucking my cock. Who was I to complain, even though I wanted to suck some cock I still couldn’t turn down a good blowjob.

I guess it looked like a pretty good invitation because a bear of a guy sitting in the back row got up and stepped up behind the kid. He started rubbing the kid’s ass and I felt a moan escape from the kid’s mouth around my cock. He tried to pull off me to look back to see who was there but I pulled his head back down and buried my cock in his mouth before he got a chance to look.

The next thing I know Mr. Bear is sliding the kid’s gym shorts to the ground and then kicking his feet apart so he’s spread eagle. Then he spits in his hand, strokes his cock a little and starts trying to force it into the kid’s ass. I was thinking HOLY SHIT I don’t think he even put a condom on, but maybe I just didn’t see him.


Summer Lovers

Looking back to the summer I was eighteen I realize I was immature in many ways. For one thing, most kids my age had graduated from high school, but I still had a year to go. I missed most of fifth grade recovering from an auto accident and had to repeat it. It set me back socially as well. I was shy and still felt like an awkward adolescent. As far as sex goes, I would say that at that point I was omnisexual. Everything in the whole damn world turned me on! Girls with cute figures, guys with cute figures – a dog with a nice ass might make me hot. You get the picture. Now, what was I doing about any of this? Only what every lonely teenage boy does to release the pressure and keep the sheets dry. That is, until what I thought was a terrible idea turned out to be the sexiest thing that ever happened to me. “Mom! You can’t be serious,” I wailed. “You want me to spend the summer with my grandparents. What’s the matter? Couldn’t you find a jail that would take me?”

“Zack, don’t be so dramatic. You know your grandparents adore you and spoil you rotten. And they live on the beach in Southern California, for heaven’s sake! Most kids would die for a chance like that.”

In my heart I knew Mom had a point, but I bitched for awhile anyway. The truth was that ever since my Dad died in that car wreck when I was ten, I hated to be away from Mom and my two older sisters. I never quite got over thinking I could find myself alone in the world at any minute. But Mom and my sisters were working all summer and I’d be on my own most of the time. So I finally quit complaining and got used to the idea of spending the summer getting a tan and eating my Grandma’s wonderful cooking.

When I got to SoCal I discovered that Grandpa had arranged for me to have a job helping out at the lifeguard station near their home. Grandpa was a great believer in hard work and he found it easy to get me hired when he proudly showed off the pictures of all my swim team ribbons. So after a couple days of stuffing myself in Grandma’s kitchen and lusting after everything that moved on the streets of the small beach town, I went to work.

Grandpa had told me to report to a “nice young man named Quinn.” When I asked for him one of the guys shouted his name and around the corner came the hunkiest guy I had ever seen in my life. Talk about your tanned California gods! He was over six feet tall with the firm body of somebody who exercises daily, but isn’t so bulked that he looks like The Hulk. He was blond, of course, with those streaks the sun brings out, but instead of the expected blue eyes, his were bright green. When he saw me, he flashed a smile that made me feel really funny inside. Funny like when I looked at the pictures in a porn magazine. “You must be Zack,” he said, putting out his hand for me to shake. His hand was big and warm in mine. “Your Granddad described you very well.”

“Uh, what did he tell you?” I managed to ask. For some reason my throat was tight and my voice almost wouldn’t come out.

“He said you were the handsomest young man on the planet, not to mention the smartest and the hardest working – and, of course, the best swimmer.” One of the guys who was standing around said, “And you recognized him from that?”

Quinn laughed. It was a deep, warm laugh that kind of made me melt inside. “Well, it helped that he showed me a picture of him.” He grinned at me again. I probably would have stood there all day, as long as I could look at Quinn, but he immediately started giving me information about my duties. There was plenty to do and I was relieved to get to it. Before I started, though, Quinn said, “We usually have a bonfire on the beach at night, just for the crew to get better acquainted. I hope you’ll join us.”

I tried to tell myself that I eagerly agreed because I was anxious to make new friends, but, to tell the truth, if Quinn had asked me to join him in cleaning a septic tank I would have been just as eager.

I worked hard all day, but it was really fun. I wore a tank top that had the lifeguard service logo on it, so lots of people smiled at me and talked to me. I’d always felt a little invisible at home, but here I was treated like a somebody. I did my best to concentrate on my assignments, but the thought that I was going to hang out with Quinn that night was always on my mind.


NYC Business Trip

I was on a business trip to New York City. After a long day at work with a high-paying client, I went back to my hotel, had a few before dinner drinks in the bar, and dinner with wine and some after dinner aperitifs. I was a bit tipsy and real horny, so I headed for Times Square. I hit a few book/videostores but got no action going. I decided to walk back to my hotel. On the way I came to a theater advertising porno movies. I bought a ticket, walked through the lobby and into the dark theater, the only light from the flickering images on the screen. Pausing for a moment to let my night vision adjust I saw there were only men in the theater, scattered among the rows of seats. The images on the screen were of a busty woman sucking a cock, taking another one up her cunt, and yet another one in her ass.

I sat on the back row on the right of the theater. Soon the first movie stopped and a new one started. The new movie was all men, not necessarily hunky studs but regular men, sucking cock, licking balls, rimming and being fucked in the ass. As this movie played I noticed in front of me men pairing off or gathering in groups of three. The men were close to each other. From time to time a head would disappear below the level of the seat backs. The head stayed down for some minutes then reappeared. Some times the head of the man or men sitting next to another man would then go below the level of the seat backs. Those guys must be sucking cock I thought. Some men also got up and left their seats, walked up the aisle clutching or rubbing their crotches. Often the men who left had been the ones whose heads had gone down.

Soon I heard the noises of sex in the space behind the last row of seats where I was sitting – slurping, squishing, moaning, mumbled, short phrases, “Yeah,” Umnh,” “Oh yes,” “Suck it,” “Take it deeper,” Yeah, lick them,” “Rim me, baby.”

My cock was hard as an iron bar and oozing pre-cum. I looked around behind me, and sure enough, there were several men behind me. Some were leaning with their backs against the wall, their pants and underwear down, white flesh exposed, hairy bellies, thick thighs. Others were kneeling in front of them, their heads moving back and forth. A pair of guys was facing the back wall; one hands up against the wall, the other behind him thrusting his hips rhythmically. Those guys are sucking, and that pair is fucking, I realized.


Gerrys Bedroom

I was 19 when I broke off from my girl friend. I think she was glad in away. She always had her suspicions about my sexuality. She’s right of course. After my first man fuck 6 months earlier with Gordon our sex between us was not the same. She would quiz me about it. She says that something happened shortly after my trip to the garage with her dad. I denied anything happened. But as we all know that was the time I was screwed big time.

So now I’m unattached and freer to go and do what I want with out having to justify myself.

I had found out where Gerry had moved to. He was in the maintenance department, but had moved to the Rail shop. One summer Friday afternoon I walked through the Rail shop hoping to see him. I walked slowly along the shops centre path looking out for him. I would look right and then left being careful not to look odd.

Suddenly there was a shout ‘Joe’ what’s new. It was Brian, a mate I knew from awhile ago. He came up to me. We talked about things in general. I always found him a bit of a bore, but OK. He asked if I’m going out with any one. I told him no. He had noticed over time that my girl friends don’t last, and he wondered why. If only he knew the half of it I thought. I was getter worried about the lateness of the afternoon. I need to find Gerry. So I wished Brian well and continued my walk, hoping I was not too late and Gerry had gone.

I came to the end of the shop path and was about to leave with sadness in my heart. When I suddenly I saw him, sitting in the office talking to another man. Was he arranging a fucking session with him I wondered. I tried to catch his eye but to no avail. I walked out of the shop into the open and called into the urinals near there.

I was just finishing my wee when Gerry came in. He commented that he had seen me trying to catch his eye, but did not wish to show it. We talked for awhile about sex and sex. He reminded me of the toilet incident. I laughed.

“I can still taste your spunk, you know” He said.

“Would you like to taste it again” I said.

It took no time to arrange for me to meet at his house that night at about 8 pm. He hadn’t been at this house long and was doing it up. So It will have to be the spare bedroom, but it had a double bed, added Gerry.

As I was eating my dinner with my parents, I kept thinking will it be as good as with Gordon. I was still a little frighten, you never know, he might be mad, or worse. I finished my dinner and was in the bathroom. I lay in the bath having a hot soak with loads of bubbles, thinking what Gerry might do to me in 2 hours time. I was looking forward to the time we’ll have in bed together. It will be longer than the 17 minutes I had with Gordon the other month.

I had a ‘hard on’. Shall I release myself or save it for Gerry. I held my dick so it stuck out of the water. I stared at it thinking what will it be doing and going into tonight?. I could not help thinking about Gerry at the last encounter. His finger sliding under my knob then taking the last drop of spunk off my dick and putting it in his mouth. The way he held his finger over my anus as I came. I did resist the wank I was gagging for. I dried myself, put on some blue jeans and a brown tank top. Saying bye to my parents and started my journey to Gerry’s house.

I knocked on the door. Gerry opened it and beckoned me in. It was a nice house that he had bought recently. Two bed roomed, kitchen, dinning room and bathroom.. Gerry was in his overalls and in a dirty state. He had been re-plastering the dinning room.

He showed me to the back bed room.

“Get yourself ready, I’ll be 10 minutes more. I need to float the plaster before it goes off” he said.

The bed room was not big, but comfortable. The room had two widows which allowed plenty of light in. The bed was a king size double with head and tail board. The sun was shining in. I thought it’s a good job there is net curtains over the windows. I noticed at the end of the room was a sink and toilet. Not in an ‘eu suite’, but in the open part of the room. Unusual to say the least.

I got undressed laid my clothes on a chair and got into bed on the right hand side. I slid under a light top sheet with my arms behind my head. Gerry came into the room, work finished now.


Massage Parlour

I didn’t know what to expect, I had walked back and forth on the street for the last 20 minutes, just looking at the door.

Massage Parlour ID Required 18 or older

I hadn’t had sex in a while… 6 weeks to be exact since she cheated on me with my best friend. Strangely enough, it was her who called it all off, I still loved her, and I loved the thought of her with another man.

Picking up courage, I walked through the door and presented my ID to the bouncer who stood before me. He didn’t smile, he didn’t say hello.

“ID please” was all he said.

After presenting him with my California driver’s license, he directed me to the waiting room.

A beautiful woman approached me.

“Any preference, sir?” she asked.

“Um, no.. no preference.” I replied

She smiled and beckoned me to a small room down the hall.

“Here” she said “place all of your valuables in here and always keep it by your side.” She gave me a small zip- lock baggie to place my wallet, keys and jewelry in.

“Now undress completely, lay down on your stomach and place the towel around you, if you’d like”

I undressed and hung the clothes on the hooks and kept the baggie near me.

“It is $60 for 30 minutes, or $90 for 1 hour, which would you prefer?”

“30 minutes please” and I handed her the cash. “Enjoy yourself” she said and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Soft music was playing on the speakers. I must have been laying there for only a few minutes, perhaps 3 or 4 when I heard the door open.

I still didn’t know what to expect.. I mean.. I think I knew what may happen, but having never done this before I was still had trepidations.

I felt hands begin to massage my feet and calves. Damn that felt nice. The were kneading every muscle. Even if I didn’t get “any” I would still leave refreshed and relaxed I mused.

The hands were working their way up my legs and slightly under the towel. I could feel myself getting aroused, my cock beginning to lengthen and harden. The towel was removed and I felt my ass being massaged. They moved to my lower back and they more I was massaged, the harder I got.

Damn this felt nice.

Those masterful hands began to work their miracle on my upper back and shoulders. I felt strongly relaxed yet tense. My muscles were relaxed, I was hard as a rock and wondering what will happen when I was to turn over.

“Turn over” he said.. HE said. Apparently when the lady asked me a preference, she meant man or woman, I though hair color or size.

“Umm, I think there may be a mistake… umm.. I was.. I’m not sure you really want me to turn over”


Losing My Butt Cherry

When I was 20, I had a fairly well established habit of cruising the local ABS on a weekly (or more often) basis. I loved to suck cock, and I loved being sucked. The glory holes added a surprise that I hadn’t seen coming. Every now and then, a guy would suck until I was raging hard, then turn around and guide my cock to his asshole! I absolutely LOVED butt fucking the unknown man in the next booth. I probably wasn’t a very good fuck; 4 or 5 pumps and I’d blow my load. Oh well, it was good for me!

But so far, my butt remained virgin. That was about to change! One Saturday afternoon, I made sure everything was emptied out, and cleaned up! I bought a small tube of Vaseline and was off to the book store.

I knew the size and shape of the cock I wanted up my ass. Average length or a little longer, but average width OR LESS. I had a bunch of quarters and was prepared to suck as long as it took to find “the right stuff”. In the mean time, I was lubing my ass and getting ready.

I sucked off 2 or 3 cocks that weren’t right; too thick or too short. Oh, they were just right for sucking, and I was having a great time, but they weren’t what I was looking for. Most of the guys sucked me, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I love being sucked (who doesn’t?) so not cumming showed iron will on my part.

Finally, there it was; about 7 inches, nice and thin, cut and black! I love cocks of all colors, but thought the idea of losing my butt-cherry to this beautiful chocolate brown cock was an added bonus!


And Still Champion

Duke Walker stood under the burning needles of the shower in his bathroom while letting the hot water waft over his well muscled body! Oh man was he ever tired, ten long hours on that hot roof laying shingles was enough to sap the strength of anyone, and he was a twenty five year old in great physical condition!!! The only good part of the job was the view!!! High on a hill overlooking San Francisco Bay, it was exactly what you’d expect to find on a picture postcard and luckily for him he pretty much got to see it every single day of the year!!! As he water continued to caress his sun tanned form, his mind began to wander as he thought about the events of this coming evening, and the big uncut bone hanging between his legs began to stiffen ever so slightly as he pictured his big cock being sucked by any number of other hung studs at the Gay Gallery Bar on Castro Street!!! A gentle sigh escaped his lips as he began slowly squeezing and jerking his huge pecker, and after only several minutes of fisting, his hand had become a blur as it rifled up and down the thick shaft until it convulsed hard several times before erupting all over the shower stall wall!!!

After flopping down on the bed for a one hour nap, Duke carefully selected his wardrobe for the evening, and while it really didn’t matter what he wore, he made sure that the tight bikini underwear showed of his nine and a half inch hammer to its best view!!! The bright red material of the silk shorts stood out starkly against his sun tanned skin, and what was even more impressive was how after he rolled up his nut bag and pecker into a tight ball it looked for all the world like someone had stuck a softball into his undies!!! More than one stud had merely gotten a glimpse of Duke’s bikini cover groin and nearly fainted dead away at the awesome sight that it presented!!! In the San Francisco gay community having a big cock was more than just a status symbol, because if you were blessed with a large penis, you pretty much had your pick of all the young teen and early twenties bitches you could get your hands on!!! Not only did these young men have the best bodies, but they also were still pliable enough to do just about anything you told them to, and being damn grateful to boot!!! Duke gave one last look into the full length mirror, and after being satisfied that everything was just right, he left his apartment and headed downtown!!!

Like every Saturday night Castro Street was gay-lesbian street USA, and every conceivable combination of sexual life style was represented in one way or the other!!! There were bull dykes with their little fems trailing behind them on leashes as well as butch bikers dressed in leather from head to toe, flaunting their genitals in leather jock straps that did little to hide the erect prizes that were barely hidden inside!!! Duke didn’t begrudge any of them their lifestyle, but for him it was a thing to be done behind closed doors, or at least out of the view of the general public!!! As he made his way through the bustling crowd, a young man of about twenty two called to him as he passed the front of and alley and whispered hoarsely, “Hey, buddy, watch me jerk myself off, you don’t have to touch it or anything, just watch me cum, okay!?!” Duke shrugged his shoulders, and after giving it a moments thought nodded his head and replied, “Sure, fella, go ahead, show me what you’ve got!!!” The young man, totally thankful that someone had finally stopped, opened up his long trench coat revealing a very hard if not to large erection that was literally begging to shoot its load!!! “H-how does it look,” he stammered while Duke watched with slight bemusement at the young man’s chutzpah!!! “Uh, really nice,” Duke replied gently, “thata boy, show me what good jerk off you can be!!!” That did it, the young man’s legs quivered back and forth, and after taking a moment to steady himself, a hot load of young gay spunk rocketed out of this hard dick splashing a shower of cum on the pavement in front of him!!! The young man leaned heavily against the wall next to him and as his coat flopped closed covering his now deflating pecker, he nodded his head and thanked Duke for his time!!!


The Home Gym Workout

“You don’t mind working out at my place tonight, do you,” asked Frank? “No, that’s no problem,” Denny replied, “as long as I get my reps in, I really don’t care where I do it!” “Good,” Frank said, “then let’s get to it!” Both men were serious weight lifters who spent much more time and energy working out than the average ever “joe” would, and it wouldn’t be unusual for either of them to spend four hours a night lifting and pulling the iron plates that gave them the heavily muscled appearance they so loved! Frank had invested big money into a home gym and this was the first time his friend Denny had seen it. “Wow,” he marveled, “this is great, you don’t even hafta leave home to get in your workout.”

“I know,” Frank said beaming, while running his hand over the huge apparatus, “it cost me four grand, but it’s worth it, no more running back and forth to the gym.” “You first,” Frank offered, “benches?!?” “Yeah, benches, set it at one seventy to start,” Denny replied! While Frank was adjusting the machine to one hundred and seventy pounds, Denny lay down on his back and got ready to do a set of bench presses. When he was finished, they traded places and Frank took his turn while Denny spotted for him. After that, they went through a long series of lifts, alternating back and forth between lifting and spotting. After a particularly rough set of squats, both men decided to take a breather and have a drink of a sport drink. “Wow it’s hot in here,” Denny commented, as he took a long gulp from the bottle. “Yeah, it is,” Frank replied, “do you want me to open the windows a little!?!”

“Naw,” Denny shot back, “I always feel like I’m doing more when I build up a sweat, don’t you?!?” “Yeah, I do too,” Frank answered back, “my muscles always look better when they’re gleaming from sweat.” “Hey,” Denny asked, “do ya have a posing mirror, I’d kinda like to see what I look like?!?” “Right over here,” Frank replied, as he pulled open a door that hid a full length mirror ideal for muscle posing. Denny stepped in front of it, and went through a series of poses, stopping at the end of each one to admire himself in the mirror! “Ya know, Denny,” Frank offered, “you can’t really tell what you look like with those sweats on, why don’t you take them off so you can see what you’ve got!?!”


Pink Panties

The nylon felt smooth and soft in his hand, but Eric still couldn’t decide whether he should get the white or pink ones. He really wanted to surprise Jack, because he had a real weakness for a cock in tight nylon, and just thinking about having Jack run his hands over the front of his “pretties” caused Eric’s penis to thicken! Dropping the white panties back into the display case, Eric kept the pink ones and headed off to the sales desk.

When he arrived at the apartment, his nostrils were filled with the aroma of supper cooking on the stove, and when he entered the kitchen, he found Jack hard at work trying to coordinate the various dishes he was preparing. “Smells yummy,” Eric said, taking his room mate by surprise! Jack spun around and replied, “Well I thought I’d take a turn a dinner for once, beef stroganoff, fresh green beans, and a German chocolate cake!” “Sounds great,” answered Eric, “I’m starved, let’s eat!” Both men filled their plates and sat down at the dining room table to enjoy their meal and give each other an accounting of how their days went. After Jack had given Eric a blow by blow of his afternoon in the court room, Eric related his day’s adventures, leaving out his stop at the lingerie shop. After doing up the dishes, they both settled down on the couch to watch a little television, occasionally kissing an cuddling as young lovers do. After a particularly long passionate kiss, Eric whispered hotly into Jack’s ear, “I made a stop at Georgia’s on the way home from work, do you wanna see what I bought!?!” His cock already hard from the half hour of foreplay, Jack could barely croak a reply, but it was obvious that he was dying to see what Eric had purchased for him! Standing up in front of his lover, Eric thrust his pelvis forward and said softly, “Take them off for me, hon,” so with trembling fingers, Jack hurriedly unbuckled Eric’s belt, and then proceeded to slide down his zipper, finally tugging at the trousers until they slipped to the floor. What was left staring him in the face, was Eric’s hard penis encased in a pair of frilly lace pink panties! Jack groaned out loud and let his hands roam all over the front of Eric’s panty encase crotch, paying special attention to the seven inch piece of gristle that was trying to poke free from the flimsy nylon! “You like,” asked Eric mischievously!?! “Oh my god,” Jack moaned, “you always know just what I like!” “Rub your face on it,” ordered Eric, “feel my pecker with your cheeks!” “Mmmmmmmm, yes,” hummed Jack, while he slid his face all over the front of Eric’s panties! A large wet spot had appeared where Eric’s cock head ended, and Jack used his tongue on that, savoring the taste of the precious precum.