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  • — Gay Stories —
    Gay Male / 23

    I was new to the area but knew the park was a pick up place. I was walking home one night about eleven so I passed by. It was well lit and near a busy road. I saw a cute, younger guy, thin, black hair and dressed in jeans and jacket hanging about so I approached him.

    He said he was looking for business, this was a place to find guys, mostly rich married types willing to pay for it. I said I was was cruising but couldn't pay for it. He said we would go well together on some other night, as he needed some cash so it couldn't be now.

    I did a tour around. I was just standing there and a car pulls up. The driver asks if I was interested in making some money and I said yes, but I didn't have a place to go so it would have to be in his car. I could blow him no problem, full suck and swallow. He said if I was a bottom he had a place to go, so I got in his car. It had a new car smell and great seats.

    He took me to a great looking house, four or five bedroom place, expensive. I had his money in my pocket, now I'm thinking I should have asked for more. We went into the garage and he said we'll do it here. It had a big old leather couch against one wall. We'll do it on this he said. It was a summer night so I stripped right off. He came up, kissed me and grabbed me by the cock.

    He was a good looking guy with with grey hair, nice body toned in a gym, for as a businessman he sat behind a desk during business hours. His body hair was dark which I liked. He sucked my cock and rimmed me. He wanted me to cum so I shot a load on his face. Then I lay face down and he fucked me slowly and strongly, big deep thrusts. I said it was good, he was a nice fuck. I said he could take the condom off and cum inside me, I was loving it so much. So he did.

    I was still horny so he sucked me some more and made me cum again. Then he said it was late and we had to call it quits.He'd had a great time and he was so lucky he'd found me, I was his type and had given him real pleasure.

    I asked who was in the house and he said his wife and two daughters but they'd be in bed by now. When I said he was taking a risk he said if they catch me they catch me, meaning it was no big deal.

    He drove me part way home then I walked the rest. Before I left him we kissed and I gave him my number. I'd had a real good night.



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  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 30

    At 15yo I was living with foster parents. I didn't grown up with parents that would win any awards either. I was at the age that I wanted to drink and have sex, took after my parents I guess? I didn't have a girlfriend so I masturbated daily, sometimes two or three times a day.

    My foster parents had me join a church youth group. At first I hated it, I wasn't into religion. God was talked about with my folks, usually the word "damn" followed the word God and a few other curse words as well.

    Dale was the church youth leader, a single guy and I noticed all of the kids seemed to really like him a lot. We were a group of teenagers, all doing our own things. Most of the boys smoked, weed too. Drinking was something even most of the teen girls joined in. Now I found this out at Dale's house only a short time after joining the youth group.

    I had been with the group about six months, Dale used to spend a bit more time with me since I didn't really have a family like the others did. I never gave it a thought when he would give me a hug or do something nice for me.

    Dale had a birthday party for a kid named Greg, he turned 17yo and Dale had a party with beer and alcohol. Dale's thought was he wanted the kids to party at his house so they wouldn't be out drinking and driving. Most of us, including the girls got hammered. I was ripped and I needed to lay down. Dale said to lay down on his bed, most of the other beds, sofa's and chairs were occupied with drunk teenagers.

    I had no idea what time it was when I opened my eyes, it was pitch dark outside. I lay there and suddenly I had this strange feeling between my legs. The first thing I noticed was the fact my cock was rock hard, the next thing I noticed was a hand rubbing my hard cock. I tried to sit up but my head was spinning like a top from the alcohol. I fell back on the pillow, I don't know if I spoke or not?

    The hand kept rubbing, stroking, then a warmth surrounded my cock. It was warm and wet all the way to the base of my hard cock. I think I moaned, made some sound. Honestly I wasn't sure if it was a sound of pleasure or the pain of alcohol in my system. I lay there flat on my back, the pleasure between my legs intensified. I had masturbated many times, I knew the pleasure of doing myself, I didn't know the pleasure of someone else doing the same thing and more!

    The pleasure became intense, I clawed the sheets next to me, trying to hold onto something as I felt that moment I knew I was about to cum. I arched my hips, my head seemed to ring like a bell as I felt my hard cock spasm. Whatever was happening to my cock wasn't stopping, I made some kind of moaning sound and ejaculated with intensity. I thrust my hips, shooting my cum and hearing a soft moan below my waist. Moments later I was done, that sensation of release had passed.

    The sucking and licking sensation continued for a few more seconds, I lay there with my head pounding, I wanted to sit up and see what was going on, my stomach was also spinning, but in a bad way. There was movement below, like someone had got off the bed quickly. I just lay there wanting to die but there was a feeling of pleasure as well. Finally able to drift off to sleep, I woke up late the following morning.

    My head still hurt but not quite and bad, my stomach was still not happy. I sat up slowly and sat in the bed. I could hear Dale's voice and some younger voices downstairs. I slid my legs slowly off the bed, looking down I saw dried white spots on the crotch of my jeans, the fly was unzipped.

    I went to the bathroom and pulled out my cock to pee. My cock was sticky and my underwear was moist, I could smell a scent of cum. I cleaned up a bit and went downstairs to the kitchen. I saw Dale at the stove cooking something, my stomach was not up for food. Dale smiled and said hello when he saw me, just a quick glance, nothing out of the ordinary. I grabbed a soda from his fridge and my cigarettes, going outside to smoke.

    I sat down at the patio table and lit my cigarette, my thoughts drifted between my upset stomach and what happened. Part of me enjoyed that feeling, no wonder my dad talked about a blow job could make anyone feel better. I didn't understand at the time but I did now, except for the fact that my first blow job came from Dale.

    With many more parties and not having control of my alcohol intake, it wouldn't be the last time Dale would suck my cock to completion. A few months later I had a girlfriend, but she wasn't into blow jobs or having sex much. Her parents wanted her wait until she was married before having sex. I fingered her several times and then I would go back to my foster parents house and masturbate in my bedroom.

    At some point Dale and I had a talk about what was going on between us. It was hard to admit I liked the feeling but I liked girls better. He smiled and said he understood but he also knew I needed to cum. Then he stood up, smiled at me, telling me not to worry, he would give me what I wanted.

    For a while I stopped going to the church, Dale called a few times to see if I was okay. I was so confused. I hated what had happened, knowing it wasn't right. I would lay in my bed at night and think about what Dale did to me, my cock would twitch and I could feel it getting hard and then masturbate before I could sleep.

    Greg and James came by the house one day, they talked me to going over to Dale's house. It was Christmas and everyone was going to be there. There was beer and alcohol as always but I didn't drink too much. We had food and gifts were exchanged. Everyone knew my home situation and a few of the girls gave me gifts.

    It was getting late, the kids had to get back home, nobody was going to be sleeping over at Dale's that night. Dale asked me to help him out for a few minutes and when I came back out Greg had already left with his girlfriend. Dale said not to worry, he would take me home after he did a few more things. Dale went upstairs and I went into the tv room.

    I was watching some Christmas show and without much excitement my eyes got heavy and I drifted off to sleep in the sofa chair. I had no idea how long I had been asleep when I felt someone moving my legs apart. I jumped and there was some older women on her knees between my legs smiling at me. I was more than surprised, then I was suddenly freaked out to realize it wasn't a real woman, it was Dale dressed as a woman.

    I pulled back, trying to curl up in the chair. Dale put his gloved hands on me and told me I needed to relax. I could smell perfume of sorts suddenly. I looked at his Face hidden behind makeup, mascara, eye liner and lipstick. He wore a curly wig. He told me he would give me what I wanted. His gloved hand went to my crotch and started rubbing me. I closed my eyes and I just knew I was dreaming this. His hand pressed into my crotch harder, squeezing my cock and telling me it would be better this time.

    Honestly I don't know how much I resisted, my mind wouldn't let me think. My body began to react to his manipulations. Dale kept whispering to me in some weird female tone of manner, it would be okay. Thinking now I need to go home, I didn't really want this but suddenly I felt that familiar tingle between my legs. My cock began to get hard, Dale could feel it happening as well.

    He whispered it would be good, he would be the girlfriend I needed. His gloved hand rubbing my cock harder and I was trying to ignore the pleasure that I remembered so many times with my own hand. I just gave in and I don't know why. I allowed "her" to do what she wanted with my cock. She sucked and licked my cock with hunger, cupping my balls and telling me my cock was beautiful.

    I could hear the sexual excitement in "her" voice. I opened my eyes for a moment and looked down. Her thick curly mane of hair blocked my view mostly, I looked behind and saw "she" was wearing high heels along with her stockings under her skirt. Her head bobbed up and down on my throbbing cock, I was very turned on by the feeling now.

    Then Dale's mouth pulled away, she was gasping with excitement. I looked down at my cock, it was redish color from her lipstick. The sight of it just did something to me I never expected to happen. Dale stood up and reached down and took my hand, pulling me up as well. He led me upstairs to his bedroom, candles were lit around the bedroom.

    Dale stripped me naked and lay me on the bed. She walked around the bed in those heels and knelt onto the bed close to my head. Dale reached down and stroked my cock that was still hard as stone. Then she brought her hand to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up so I could see underneath. Dale tucked her cock inside a pair of lace panties, she was hard as I was now, the head of her cock couldn't be contained inside the frilly lace material.

    She pulled her cock out, stroking herself with her gloved hand. She looked upwards and moaned into the air. I couldn't help but look at her masturbate her own cock. She did this for a few moments and then looked down at me lying before her. Dale reached down and took my hand and placed it around his thick cock. The sensation was strange, his cock was warm and it throbbed in my hand.

    Dale whispered for me to stroke his cock. I looked up into his female looking face. In the shadows there was a resemblance of him being a woman. I slowly tugged his cock, Dale moaned with pleasure instantly. I stroked his cock, he told me to do it faster, I did as he asked me to do.

    Dale moaned like a girl as best as he could, his head tilted back slightly. I lay there looking at his hard cock beginning to drip pre cum. Then without a word from Dale I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, I don't know why I did that. The first words to come from Dale's mouth was thank you, thank you!

    The sensation of having a hard cock in my mouth was overwhelming. I don't know why but I wasn't repulsed by it one bit. My body tingled as his throbbing cock pushed into my mouth over and over. To hear that weird female voice aroused me in some unknown manner I cannot explain. I began to suck her cock with fever, taking the base of her seven inch cock and doing to her what she did to me in the darkness not so long ago.

    She thanked me again, told me she loved me. I tried to take all of her cock when she told me that. I gagged I couldn't take it all, Dale looked down at me and smiled. She told me not to worry, I was so good she wasn't going to hold out much longer.

    She pulled her cock away from me and began to jerk herself off. I watched her gloved hand fist herself, she leaned back slightly and cried out. A rope of cum jetted out of her engorged cock, and splattered all over my bare chest. Dale jerked her cock for several more moments until she was spent. I lay there on the bed with Dale's cum running down the sides of my chest, it felt almost hot on my bare chest.

    When she was spent Dale looked down at me and began to apologize for what she had done. She slid off the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a towel to clean me off. I lay there looking up at Dale as she wiped my chest clean of her cum. I said you make a wonderful girlfriend. Dale stopped and looked at me and smiled.

    Dale walked over and put the towel into a laundry basket, she walked perfectly in those high heels she wore. From a short distance Dale could pass as a woman, she could be my girlfriend if that's what we wanted. Dale slid into the bed next to me, she put the candles out on the nightstand.

    It would be only a few days later that I would have sex with Dale. She dressed up in some outfit that older guys would love. Stockings, heels, garterbelt, heels. Her makeup was so good I actually complimented her on her looks.

    I would take Dale on her fours, the sensation of having sex in the most taboo manner from what I heard. It was more than I imagined. I held Dale by her hips and my young body fucked without restraint. Dale didn't try to hold me back, I came too soon. I stayed inside of Dale breathing rapidly, I wanted to fuck longer and enjoy the pleasure. Dale would tell me after that I had to learn to satisfy my girlfriend too.

    I turned sixteen and Dale took me to get my drivers license, letting me use his car for the drivers test. We became weekend boyfriend and girlfriend. Dale would always be dressed the entire time I was with him. He showed me his closet of female clothing, high heels and several pairs of fashion boots to wear for me during those times.

    We enjoyed a year together and then one day Dale told me he had to go away, he couldn't tell me where he was going. He was dressed up as always, we embraced and both cried for what seemed like hours. I told Dale I wanted him to fuck me, I had thought about it for several months. Dale told me I should be dressed up similar to him. He put the makeup on me, found some female clothing, bought me a pair of boots to wear in my size.

    Dale bought douche for me to use, to clean myself for him, like he did for me. We lay in the bed spoon fashion and he entered me from behind. Oh god it hurt, I never thought about such things until it happened. I started to cry and he added more lube to his engorged cock. He pushed his cock into my ass again, holding me tightly. It felt like he was ripping me apart and all the while he kept telling me he loved me.

    At some point I think I sort of blacked out from the pain. Dale had her cock deep inside of me. She pulled me onto my fours and began to fuck my ass slowly. I was moaning loudly from pain and pleasure. Dale fucked me with a steady rhythm, his hard cock filling me and then pulling almost out.

    Dale's voice soft, telling me how much she loved to fuck me. On my fours I looked under my belly and saw my hard cock dripping cum as I was being fucked. I erotic sensation raced through my entire body seeing this happen. I told her to fuck me harder, she did willingly and more cum dripped out of my cock.

    Then the moment came that couldn't be held back. I felt her hands on my hips tightly, her hips slammed into me from behind. The pain ripped through me again, I cried out from more pain than pleasure. Dale couldn't hold back, couldn't be gentle any longer. She fucked me like a whore, slamming her cock into my ass and calling me a slut.

    Then a high pitched sound and then I felt the hot seed of sex being pumped into my ass. Cum poured out of my cock as Dale fucked me to the last drop. She pounded me until I collapsed onto the bed, she fell on top of me with her pulsating cock deep in my ass. We lay there like that for a long time, sometimes she would thrust her hips downwards with her cock still inside but now not as hard.

    I would fuck Dale later on during the night, taking her the way she had taken me. I came too quickly, the excitement of this moment was too much to hold back. I filled her hole just the way she had filled my own. We had sex until the sun started to come up......

    That was our last time together. Dale sent me a letter at my Foster home telling me he was out of the country and he would contact me sometime. I never heard another word from Dale. I had turned 18yo and a few weeks later I got a letter from a lawyer saying I needed to call his office.

    I called and was informed that Dale had left me a key to a storage unit a few miles from where I was living. I had a car and a job and I drove to the storage unit after work one day. I found the storage unit and opened the door. There were six medium size boxes sitting in the middle of the unit. I opened the boxes and they were all of Dale's clothes, heels, and boots.

    There was a note in one of the boxes saying the storage unit would be paid for another year and after that it was up to me what to do with the items. I was lost for a while, tried to date women, having sex with them. It did nothing for me sexually, Dale had mind fucked me good. Fourteen years later I have a good job and a nice home. Most of my dates or relationships are with passable Cd's or Tranny's. I have Dale's clothes with all of his high heels and boots in a spare bedroom closet, hoping one day he will come back to me.......

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  • — Gay Stories —
    Straight Male / 38

    I was staying at a hotel in Zurich. Outside at night across the street and up one block was a woman who was a hooker, and a gay hooker. I wasn't interested in either but the guy kept talking to me every time I went outside. If I told him no thanks leaving my hotel for a restaurant I had to tell him again on my way back. Every time, every evening. Sometimes this was up to 6 times a night. One night he started yelling down the street that I wanted to fuck him and was really queer and wouldn't admit it. This taunting got worse, and the female hooker would laugh at me as I passed him. I finally had it and pushed him against a building, and he kept teasing, I didn't want to hit him but I did because he kept getting worse and worse with the comments. I didn't hit his face or anything, but he stopped totally making his comments and was just standing there limp up against the building. I grabbed him and dragged him between two buildings and pushed him up against one side. He always dressed oddly, and this night he had on stockings and a denim skirt with a mans shirt and tie. I pulled up his skirt and roughly pulled down his pantyhose ripping them open in the back. I felt for his ass with one hand, stuck in two fingers, and roughly finger fucked him while he was held to the wall with my other arm. Then I did it. I reached down, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock.

    "Now you get it you fucking bitch, you wanted it now you get it and no fucking money for it". I used some spit but his ass was pretty loose, and I rammed it in. He screeched a bit, and as I was fucking him he kept saying "please, Please, don't do this" adding "Help Rape" to his cries a few times. It only took me about 10 minutes before I shot up his ass, I thought the hooker who gets fucked for a living was going to cry. I think it was because he didn't ask for it this time. I emptied my balls up his very soft ass, his moans and cries were louder. I ripped off his skirt, and pulled up his ripped pantyhose and took the skirt out to the street with me. The woman hooker was there watching. All she said was "Rapist". I said "It may be you tomorrow"

    I threw the skirt under a car about a block away and walked back to my hotel towards the hookers. I saw him coming out asking her for help and she helped him. From my hotel window I watched them find his skirt, it was ripped all he could do was wrap it around him as he went away. He limped away looked like he was crying. Later I went down and fucked the girl for about $30. He was all smiles the next night when he was back in his place. But he didn't yell anything. As I returned after dinner he told me I could do anything I wanted any time I wanted to him. I didn't.

    That the only time I ever fucked a guy.

    #40848 — Comments (0) — Jul 20, 2018 at 3:51 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 51

    My wife is up in Scotland right now with three of her female golfing friends. She's older than me by five years and in the main has lost interest in sex. I haven't, not by a long way, but I don't want another relationship, or the complications of a younger woman's needs.
    She left yesterday morning to watch the open championship near Dundee, and will be playing some golf I no doubt in the area herself. Before she left kissing me goodbye, she handed me two boxes of condoms, and said "The new lube from the internet is in the cupboard". Kissing me again, she walked out to her friends car.
    My wife has known for some time that I'm fucking a young man who lives close by. She's even been at home a few times as I've fucked him in our guest bedroom. They've, my young gay lover and my wife, have chatted many times about our marriage and why she allows me to fuck young men. Her response is always the same "If he wasn't fucking you dear, he'd be fucking someone else outside of our marriage and I wouldn't like that".
    So as you can probably guess, it's not about me fucking my young male slut, as to why I'm here.
    When and it will be tonight, my young cock sucker arrives later, he will not be the only one arriving for sex. Two other men, who are also "tops" will be coming here to stay over too. And there will be one more man, a man who I've been fucking now for over ten years. Someone my wife knows nothing about sexually, yet someone she knows extremely well.
    The other two men will be like myself, indulging with our twenty year old male slut. He loves gang bangs, so I thought I'd arrange one for him (And myself). However I will not be only fucking him, I will also be fucking a very wonderful seventy seven year old man, who just so happens to be my wife's father.
    He's been a closet gay man all his life, and until he walked in me fucking a male escort over ten years ago, I knew nothing of his desire have gay sex. He sent the escort away that day and convinced me to come clean to my wife. I did as he asked, but only after he'd sucked on my cock, then had me fuck him as he lay over the arm of our sofa.
    From that day to this, I've fucked him countless times and love fucking him too.
    He's unlike most of my gay partners, as he's very much straight to the point. With my other lovers, I've enjoyed long sensual sessions, kissing, fondling, lots of touching caressing and mutual cock sucking. With my father in law, it's a little cock sucking, just enough to get my cock hard, then he wants my eight inches up his arsehole, hard and deep.
    His favorite position these days is doggy or lay flat on his stomach, but it used to be him riding my dick like a rodeo rider. Unfortunately his body won't allow him that luxury, so I drill his arsehole as much as he can take it, and exactly how he likes and wants it.
    We did only a year or so ago, think of telling his daughter about our long standing sexual relationship, but at the last minute we decided not to. It wasn't us chickening out, it was my wife saying this out of the blue "Dad's very fond of you, don't you dare hurt him". That's all she said, and I didn't dare respond.
    Anyway, I hope tonight goes well, and I hope my balls which are very full, get emptied up two very eager and willing arseholes.

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  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 46

    I'd been frustrated at home sexually for a long time. So when Jay a teenage new starter joined our company, and then made it perfectly clear he found me sexually attractive, I had a choice to make.

    That choice as he put it, was to stay glum and unhappy. Or fuck the shit out of him whenever I wanted to.

    Never had sex with a guy, but then I'd never been that sexually spurned before. The availability and clear chance to fuck a very very willing partner, male or no, soon had my cock twitching each time I saw Jay.

    One afternoon with everyone else gone from work, he taps on my office door, lets himself in and promptly sinks down and begins to take my cock out of my trousers. I didn't resist and I didn't say no, stop.

    His mouth on my cock felt perfect. It had be so long that I almost came straight away. But Jay knew what he was doing and had me on the verge several times. Once my dick was rock hard and leaking pre cum a lot, he jumps up, takes off every scrap of clothing and lays over my desk. His tiny penis, although hard looked like a shortened thumb pressed against my desk. Turning his head, he told me to use what was in his man bag and to get the fuck on with it.

    Condom, lube and wipes in his little man bag. His arsehole lubed up, my cock covered with a condom and absolutely straining to be inside his hole. Jay looks at me again, smiles and quietly says "It's now or never boss".

    My dick was up his shitbox like a rat up a drain pipe. And I didn't stop fucking him for over twenty minutes. I was like a man posessed and I surprised myself with just how much I wanted to give him a real good fucking. I was a straight married man in my companies offices and I was banging a new employee, a male employee up his arsehole and thoroughly enjoying it.

    Jay mnade some kind of grunting noises and I knew he'd cum. It made me renew my forceful thrusts. And it also set my mind. I came deep inside the young man and filled the condom. I also made a promise to myself. I promised myself I'd never be frustrated again.

    Since our first office fuck two months ago, myself and Jay have had sex almost every work day. Some weekend days too, when my wife decides she wants to spend my earnings on shoes, clothes, bags etc etc. I see her shopping trips as my time to enjoy myself and have Jay call by our home. He lives ten minutes walk away, and usually has my cock in his mouth after fifteen minutes.

    I just wish I'd have discovered how wonderful and how horny young guys mouths and arseholes were years ago.

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  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 19

    All he said to me was "Nice butt kid". And I was somehow thinking of gay sex. I'd seen him eyeing me up as my mates played a pool ball game, yet I didn't think of him as gay. After all, he was with his wife.
    She was as usual staying in the shade sat fifty yards away, with yet another drink getting herself drunk again. Her husband, the all muscle body builder type, who was definitely in his mid forties strangely appealed to me.
    His next comment was straight to the point. "She'll be asleep in no time, I'd love to slide my dick between those buns, up for it?". It was a question, but said in such a way he left himself a way out, as he looked at his wife saying it.

    I knew precisely what he meant and I signaled without answering him, to my mates I was going to the room for a kip. They all laughed, as I'd gotten drunk the night before and had slept, kind of, (Another less than complimentary confession) on a sun lounger down by the beach.
    Within minutes I was in his room and staring at a muscle I knew I'd be sucking on. His cock was already hard. Not the longest cock I'd ever sucked on, but certainly with his amazing body, thick and meaty.
    None of my mates suspect even now, that I'm bisexual, so I don't tell them and staring at his beautiful dick, I began to salivate expecting to taste his weapon.

    None of it. I was thrown onto the sofa, had my shorts ripped off and then felt the cold substance being slapped over my arsehole. I was about say something to protest, but he gave me no time to as his cock was thrust up my arse. This was no getting to know you fuck. He was taking me whether I wanted him to or not.
    When his cock bottomed out, he grunted something unintelligible so I managed through gritted teeth to say "What was that", putting his mouth to my ear, he repeated "I'm going to fuck the arse off of you". And that's precisely what he did. As I've said his cock wasn' the longest, seven inches maybe, but it was very thick and it stretched my hole.
    Right from the word go, he pounded into me and it took a few minutes for me to get into it. I'd been fucked many times before, mainly by my uncle (Another confession somewhere along the line, maybe) but his cock and the whole scenario was so horny to me. My dick responded and it became ultra hard the more he fucked me.

    I was like a rag doll with him, a human fuckhole and he was taking full advantage of the situation. Telling me to lay on my back, he then lifted my legs to his huge chest and slammed his cock back into me. It was then my cock exploded without warning. It was and still is the only time I'd cum without prior feeling or any sense or orgasm.
    His grin told me I wasn't his first to cum like that and he thrust into me harder and harder. Sweating a lot, he wiped his shaven head, told me I was going to be his fuck tool for his remaining time there, and promptly came deep inside my bowels.

    The feeling of his sperm filling me up gave me a little orgasm, a semi dry one, but one which made up for not being ready for the first. Then when he'd fully cum, he slid his cock out and shoved it in my face. I knew what he wanted as I'd done it lots of times before. Taking hold of his slippery cock shaft, I opened my mouth, then licked and sucked his cock clean of his cum and my anal cream.
    Only fifteen minutes after leaving the poolside, he was walking back to it and his sleeping wife. And I was in our room about to take a shower. It was one of many showers I took after he'd fucked me during our holiday to that Spanish island, and since our return in early May his cock has become a regular piece of man meat to enter my arsehole.

    They live only twenty minutes drive away from my home, and we often meet up at a well known place. It's a beautiful spot overlooking a Derbyshire hills, and close to a reservoir. Occasionally we fuck at his place, but mostly it's outdoors and each time he never fails to drive me wild with his lustful animal ways of fucking me.
    One day I might come out to everyone, but right now I'm having too much fun fucking my girlfriend, and taking a body builders cock deep up my fuck hole.

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  • — Gay Stories —
    Gay Male / 31

    I was fifteen and I had my own room on the second floor. I could see our neighbors back yard and from the corner I could see the sliding glass door of a bedroom that gave onto the porch. The house was occupied by a pilot. This one night I walked by my window and I saw that the dr**es of the porch doors were pulled back. Clearly on the dresser I could see the TV. There was gay porn, two guys fucking. I watched and then this one guy, a young guy naked got up and walked in front of the dresser and the next thing there was a picture of the pilot naked on his back, next the young guy came into the picture and he bend down and started to suck the pilot. After a couple of minutes the young guy got up again and returned to suck off the pilot, this time you could see the pilot's face and the young guy's face as he turned to look at the camera.

    I stood there and watched. After a good long time, the guy got off the pilot pulled on his dick and the young guy came back and got on his knees facing the camera and the pilot got behind him and fucked him. Unbelievable. When the pilot got off the young guy got up and walked back in front of the glass doors and looked out and we had eye contact. He stood there pulled on his dick and smiled and went back to play with the camera. After fixing he camera on the bed again, this time on the pilots back and ass, he stood at the glass door and shook his head and slowly closed the dr**es.

    A couple of days later when I got home from school he walked out of the house and bumped into me. He introduced himself and said he had just moved in, asked me for my name and invited me to come over any time. He was waiting for me the next day and had me come in. We sat on the couch and he told me he was an artist and said he figured I liked cinema. He turned to this video camera that was on the side table and turned it on and this video of two guys fucking came on. He asked me if I liked that, he pushed forward and the video of the night I watched came on. He left it on until it was over. He reached over and grabbed my pants and worked them open and sucked my dick.

    When he stopped he told me that was a good dick to suck, he liked dicks like mine, hard and young and full of life. He took out his dick and said I had to return the favor. He held my head with his hand and I sucked him. After a few minutes he told me that I had to learn to suck a dick, it was a work of art, that a dick all by itself didn't get happy, that when you sucked it you had to make it happy. And he sucked me again, and said now you try it. We sucked on the couch for long time, at least it felt like a long time. He got up and came back with three sex toys, different sizes and shapes, one of which was a normal erect penis. He told me we had to figure out which was my right size.

    He took his pants off and using some lube he lubricated the normal looking penis and stuck it up his ass. He pulled it out and said lets try this one, and then we will try with the real thing. He told me that in the videos the actor always made it look like it hurt like hell, but it didn't it felt good, indescribably good, I was going to enjoy it, every bit of it. He lubed up the rubber dick again, and said he had to lube up my ass and he stuck it in. All the way in he told me that it felt good, he pulled it out and gave me the lube and told me to lube up his dick.

    After he fucked me he asked me which was better.

    For the several months that he lived with the pilot we got together to have fun, to watch some professional porn and to watch some of the stuff he recorded. He gave me as a gift the rubber penis with a tube of lube and told me to practice. He showed me how to give him a blow job and how to suck him dry. He sucked me dry many times and we fucked almost every time we got together.

    One day he wasn't there and a couple of days later he stopped by in his car and told me that the pilot didn't want him living there anymore. I didn't have another fuck buddy until I got to college. That lasted a few months and I left college and joined AT&T as a programmer. I got a transfer to Boston and I went wild, I was careless and wild, but I had fun. I settled on this guy who ran a car repair shop and saved enough money to buy my own car, debt free. I am in Dallas now, working for AT&T and living with a man who likes certain things. I am accommodating as long as the certain things I like come back to me.

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  • — Gay Stories —
    Straight Male / 34

    I have a hard time controlling my cock sucking urges. I have no idea what that means. I consider myself straight but canât stop thinking about sucking cock. So I donât know what I am. Iâm in a relationship with a woman but have this other side to me that only wants sexual experiences from a man not a emotional relationship.

    There is this older Dad type that I have had some fun with over the years but it isnât consistent. I sucked his cock 3 times before this last time and swallowed his cum 1 time.

    Months went by since I sucked him and I was getting so horny thinking about it. I lost contact with him and had no way of getting a hold of him. One day I was so horny thinking about sucking him that I went by his house unannounced. I knocked on his door not knowing if he was still there. The whole time I felt like such a cocksucking slut going to that extent hoping he was still living there. My plan was to make something up if it wasnât him.

    To my excitement he did answer and he knew who I was. I told him I had no idea if he still lived there and wanted to check since we lost touch. He invited me in and of course I went in.

    We talked for a bit discussing that we lost touch and could not get a hold of each other. In the back of my mind all I could think about was sucking his dad cock again.

    After catching up he asked âwell do you have time?â With a distinct look on his face shocked that I was there and excited for the possibility of a blow job.

    I was hoping he would ask and told him âyes, but need to make it quick.â

    He took me to his back room and told me to pull down my pants and get to my knees. I did and at this point was raging hard myself. He pulled down his pants and exposed his cock while laying back on his bed. I was so excited to see his dad cock in front of my face again.

    He told me to suck on his balls. I slowy took his smooth balls into my mouth and licked all over them. His cock was growing at the same time. He told me that was enough and to suck on his cock. I did not hesitate and took his hard Dad cock into my mouth. The feeling of his warm smooth hard head and cock sliding into my mouth made me dripping hard.

    His laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling letting out a loud moan. I was so excited to hear that as my mouth, toungue , and lips were pleasing his cock. All I kept hearing was âawwww, mmmmmm, yes.â

    He stood up and started thrusting his cock in my mouth. I could fee his cock head bouncing off my throat as he moaned. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I asked what he wants.

    He said he just wants to cum and pressed his cock head back on my closed lips as he thrusted his cock back inside my mouth.


    I started sucking his cock no hands like he liked bobbing my head back and forth. He kept on moaning. After about a minute of straight sucking him I heard him starting to breathe harder. I sucked him faster and he started moaning louder and louder. I felt his warm sweet cum pump into my mouth as he moaned with pleasure. I swallowed every bit of cum from him as I continued to suck him. After he gets as done I pulled his cock out of my mouth as it was softening and slapped it a few times accross my face and lips.

    I stood up with a hard on and he walked to the bathroom to clean up. I felt like such a cock sucking slut and loved it knowing my mouth was just used. He was so satisfied and left trading contacts.

    I ended up coming back to his place a month later and he had me stand at his kitchen sink and not say anything when I walked in. The windows were open and curtains too. I could see other houses and they could probably see us.

    He walked over to me and got behind me. Started rubbing my ass and pulled my pants down. He pulled his pants down and I can I could feel his cock rubbing on my ass cheeks.

    He lubed up his cock and started sliding his cock in the top part of my ass cheeks. His cock would slip down and I could feel the pressure of his hard cock near my ass hole. He put his cock back to the top of my ass cheeks and continued to hump me. He grabbed my hips and I heard a moan as I felt his warm cum drip down my ass crack. He wiped me up with a towel and I left. I could feel his cum on my boxers and ass stil. It was smooth rubbing all over me.

    I donât know what it is about him but I canât stop wanting to suck his cock, swallow , and possibly have him stick his cock in my ass.

    Im such a cocksucking slut with him.

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 51

    On a recent business trip I had sex with another man for the very first time. He was a fellow business traveler I met in a hotel bar late last Wednesday night. Nice guy, a little older maybe sixty, married with kids like me, similar in many ways. We got along just fine and after a couple of beers it became very clear that Tom was attempting to seduce me with gentle touches and wry innuendo. At first I was taken aback and sat back creating a little space but he persisted and I found myself curious, if not enjoying his advances. I will never know what possessed me to accompany him to his room but I am so happy I did.

    I became very nervous when we were alone in his suite and he stunned me by kissing me tenderly as he embraced me quite firmly. He pulled his crotch close to mine and he murmured in my ear as he could feel my big hard cock. My head was still spinning when he went to his knees, I was incredibly turned on watching him take me into his mouth. I didn't last long and fed him a big hot load that he swallowed effortlessly. I was in heaven when he had so wonderfully taken my anal cherry. Being fucked for the first time was scary and wonderful, but fucking him was something I never expected. It felt so intensely passionate fucking this mature handsome married guy. It was like nothing I had ever experienced with another person, even my wife who I love. But this man and I shared incredibly intense feeling, and when I came in him I was joyous to the point of tears. Amazing.

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 31

    Now that he's gone, I feel like I can relate my confession to people out there. But can never do so to his daughter Ellie in detail, because of how my confession ends.
    When Pete was first diagnosed, I along with Ellie stayed over at his house for nearly a month, only going back to ours to collect mail and see everything was okay.
    Ellie's mom had left them when she was only six, so it was just her and her dad for years. The reason Ellie's mom left and something I only learned because of Pete's illness, was his fondness of younger guys, their cocks, but mostly their tight butt holes. Basically she caught Pete in bed fucking a teenage guy, but left their home alone as Ellie was then and right upto his death, a daddie's girl.
    Staying over at his secluded home, there were days of very mixed emotions. Yet one thing that kept on addressing itself when myself and Pete were alone, was his need to release his sexual energy somehow. Eventually after a few days he told me all about his past, and also let me in on the fact he had a very high libido, still.
    I'd never spoken about my college days to anyone, but in those days of fraternity and initiations, I was initiated among other things, by having two older dudes offer me their cocks to suck. I quickly learned I was very good at it and it wasn't just at my initiation I sucked on their dicks, often swallowing their cum in the following weeks.
    It soon became apparent also during a freezing night, that one of them wanted to fuck me. I took his cock in the basement of the place we were all staying and for nearly a year after that, he fucked me every chance we got.
    Bizarrely after my education, I never once went back to guys, especially when I dated my first real serious girlfriend.
    Pete listened to my admission, once he'd told me about himself and his approach to me changed. He let me know the full extent of his illness and then asked me if I still thought about being fucked. It was an indirect way I guess of saying, "I'd like to screw you, what do you think".
    It was whilst Ellie took a trip over to our home that Pete and I first enjoyed sex together. He walked into the bathroom as I showered and joined me in the shower. I didn't protest and I certainly knew why he was there. His cock looked beautiful as it rose right there in front of me and I sank down to suck it into my mouth.
    The shower water flowed over us both as I blew my father in law and his cock felt very familiar. Enjoying his manhood for some time, Pete then stood me up, turned me around and I didn't need to ask what he wanted. Using hair conditioner all over my asshole, he got up real close to me, guided his cock to my asshole and pushed in. There was an initial resistance, yet even after all that time, his cock still slid in perfectly fine. Holding me tightly from behind, he told me it had been so long since his last fuck, then Pete gave me everything he had for the next five to ten minutes.
    It wasn't an especially great fuck, as Pete's needs were very carnal and very base. But it was powerful and it was a fantastic introduction to us both of what was to come, literally. His pace built as he neared his orgasm and when he did cum, I shouted out I wanted him to cum inside of me. His cock exploded up my asshole and I felt him relaxing against me.
    Turning around I instinctively kissed him and Pete kissed me back. It was then over the next hour we explored one another's sexual likings. We'd moved to his bedroom soaking wet and dried as we kissed, sucked and fucked some more. Pete soon taught me, even though he was seriously ill, he still packed a powerful energy for sex.
    By the time Ellie got back, I'd taken another load up my asshole, as Pete fucked me every which way you can, and had drained my balls down his throat.
    It became a waiting game for when Ellie worked or when Pete and I walked through the woodlands surrounding is home. Over the weeks we stayed, Pete and I sucked and fucked many many times, with the best times being in the outdoors with the rain and wind often lashing us as we had sex.
    His illness progressed throughout and his ability to fuck me hard diminished somewhat, yet he never once complained about pain or his lack of sex drive. If he and it happened only twice, that he couldn't raise a hard on, I sucked on his semi flaccid cock until he blew his cum down my throat. I enjoyed those moments especially thinking back now. Not out of morbid forgiveness, but purely as a sexual act to pleasure a guy, a man of great personal pride who wanted and needed sex right there and then.
    It became where Pete needed expert medical care, so finally eventually he admitted himself into private care. Even there, I managed on a couple of occasions to wake his passion for my mouth and ass. He fucked me one time on a very good day for him, in a side room used for medical euipment. Ellie was fast asleep in his room on a chair when we got back, and her father kissed her forehead to wake her.
    When Pete passed, my wife said only once "Thank you for making my dads last few weeks what he wanted, but please never tell me anything". Only then did I realize, that's why Ellie was over at our home so much.
    My wife, Pete's daughter, knew all along.

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