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  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 26

    Last summer I attended a music festival and had a great time. Not only listening to some amazing music, but also hooking up with a young guy (17) who lives close to my home town. He was in college at the time, but told me he was starting with his uncles company at the end of summer. On the first night there, I had him sucking on my cock, before fucking him as he had his head out of the tent. Passers by knew he was being fucked, yet the freedom the festival gives people, nobody gave a shit. Over the next two days I fucked him during the day and at night, and during one part of the last day, I actually fucked him right next to one of the out lying stages.

    In work in October of last year, my boss told me he was having a real problem at home. He kind of broke down letting me know he'd been found watching gay porn clips by his wife, and she was thinking of ditching him. I responded by telling him I'd take the flack for him, by sending him some more gay porn clips, and then apologize for sending it out to the wrong person. It worked when I sent the email admitting my error which his wife read. She apparently persuaded him not to sack me, as I'd been open and honest.

    The following day, after the email, he called me into his office when everyone else had left for home. My boss asked me if I'd done what I had for a promotion or his favour. My response was very of the moment and totally ad lib. I told him if he bent over his desk and allowed me to fuck him, I'd be thrilled.

    Not only did he rise up from his desk and then strip right there in front of me, he had me do the same, before he expertly sucked in my cock and blew me for over ten minutes. It wasn't by any stretch of the imagination the first time he'd had cock in his mouth, and his talents were obvious.

    With him bent over his desk, then as I lay on his office floor rug and him mounting me. And finally as he lay on his back on his office sofa as we kissed, I fucked him until we both came. Him in between us as I buried my cock up his beautiful arse, then I came filling his backside with long shuddering cum spurts.

    I've continued to fuck him most weeks when and if we get time to indulge. There is nothing arranged as our work commitments only allow us to have enough time when things are fluid and clear.

    What has emerged fairly recently, is a young man who I fucked at a festival last summer, caught us fucking in a side room. He's started work later than expected, as he wanted time off to go enjoying himself around Europe and America. When he caught us, he didn't scream out how wrong it was, he closed the door, locked it, as we should have and removed his clothing.

    It was my first threesome (Gay) and one that all three of us had a wail of a time sucking and fucking. It was kind of strange watching an uncle and nephew fuck, but then again I'd fuck mine if I knew they were open to receiving their Uncle B***'s cock.

    All three of us indulge as much as possible now, and it's become a grat place to work and have fun. We're very conscious to keep our professional heads on when we need and have to. But in those moments of fun we do have, it's very sexually intense and always a fantastic fun fuck.

    #43740 — Comments (0) — Mar 15, 2019 at 7:36 AM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 54

    I got a job the summer I finished high school working at the country club in the accounting department. I filed and did menial paperwork. The only other male in the department was an old man who was called the auditor, I had no idea what he did. He smoked, which in those days was permitted and he always had an ashtray full of cigarettes. His office was a small room next to the office supplies, he was the only one other than the controller that had an office, everyone else was in an open room at desks.

    I had worked there maybe three weeks and the auditor called me in and said the controller had given him permission to help him and he gave me this large box of receipts and told me to go through them and organize them by date and by department (he showed me the department number on the printout). I spent all day doing that and when it was time to leave I went to him and told him I wasn't finished and he told me that was tough but I had to finish because the outside auditors were coming in the next day. So when everyone left the only two people in the office were the auditor and me.

    It was late, around nine and I hadn't finished and he stood over me. He pushed some of the papers on my desk aside and he sat back on the edge and unzipped his pants and took out the ugliest, longest, fastest, hairiest penis I had ever seen. He told me to suck on it and it was going to make me feel good. He put his big hand behind my head and pulled me towards him and he bent down and whispered that he wanted me to do it right, and right meant to take his penis in my hand and hold it while I sucked him, to suck him steady and softly, savoring what I had in my mouth and if I did a good job he would take me to get a hamburger.

    His penis was much bigger than my hand, at first I barely touched it, but he kept insisting that I take in my hand and put my hand all the way around it and hold it up to my mouth like an ice cream cone and suck him gently like he had said. His penis felt like a large hot worm, soft but also firm and his naked penis head was large and he had this drop fo what I thought was pee coming out of the slit. I closed my eyes and started to suck him softly and he kept talking to me and telling me what a good job I was doing and if that didn't make me feel good nothing would make me feel good.

    He lit a cigarette and leaned back and kept my head down with his and after while I was sucking much more of his penis and he was no longer firm, he was hard now and his penis felt like a monster alive in my hand. Softly he would tell me, use my tongue, suck and lick, he took my hand and he started to jerk himself up and down. He got hard, harder than he was earlier and he was starting to move back and forth when he stopped me and he said it was going to be a whole lot better if I just let him fuck me. He stood up and stood me up and said to push my pants down and lean across the desk and hold the other side of the desk, the papers fell to the floor and he got behind me and rubbed his penis against my virgin hole. He tried several times to get it in but he wasn't successful.

    He left me there and told me to wait and not pull my pants up and he went to his office and came back with a jar. He took a large amount out on his fingers and rubbed it into my crack and my anus hole and he took some more and he greased up his pole. He got behind me again and this time he got it in and he fucked me for a long while, whistling and stopping for a moment and standing up straight and then leaning over and fucking me again. He lit another cigarette and fucked slowly in and out, asking me from time to time how I liked it, he said he was famous, he had fucked cowboys and truckdrivers and sissy ass queers at the hotel. It felt good, the more he did it the more it felt good, he put his hand square on my back and held me down hard against the desk and he shoved in and out real fast and he came.

    He pulled out and sat back in my work chair and told me to stay still, gently rubbing my cheeks with his hand, and then he announced 'here it comes' and he took his finger and wiped some of it up and showed me his cum. He kept me like that for a few moments and told me to get dressed and we would go get a hamburger and come back and finish and then he would take me home.

    #43738 — Comments (0) — Mar 14, 2019 at 5:06 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Gay Male / 53

    No kidding, my mother made me a queer. She always wanted a girl and that was me. She dressed me as a girl and treated me as a girl and I learned to love being a girl. My first cock was when I was fourteen and a man talked to me at the bus stop and took me with him to this construction yard and I got my first cock. I am a cock lover, a lousy dirty cock lover. I guess that I had to grow up, and I had to get out there and dressing up as a girl got more and more difficult, but not being in love with cock. That was easy, still is. I do dress up from time to time, but I do that for me.

    #43720 — Comments (0) — Mar 13, 2019 at 2:20 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 24

    At the age of sixteen I let two men fuck me, so they wouldn't inform my parents I'd tried to rob items from their car. They caught me in their garage and within minutes I was sucking on the older of two men's cock. Telling me it was either that or the police, I chose their dicks. I didn't initially choose to be fucked, but once they striped me, had me bent over a work bench and applied hand cream, I didn't really have much choice. The stupid things was, I'd picked the wrong house to try and steal anything from, as the men were door supervisors/bouncers at a gay club.
    I was taught a lesson over a half hour period, with both men having me suck on their dicks and fucking me until they cum all over my face and hair. What's more, is I enjoyed them fucking me after the initial pain. So much so, they both told me I could visit again once they'd made me shower and clean up. Eight years on, even though I now have a girlfriend, I still visit one of the men who fucks me regularly. And just to set the record straight, I'm now a reformed character who after that first garage fuck, has never been in trouble since.

    #43695 — Comments (1) — Mar 11, 2019 at 10:40 AM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 55

    Wife away so i invited my fuck buddy over,we hadnt fucked or rather he hadnt fucked me for ages Just the feeling of his cock sliding slowly up me felt so good. My first experience of being fucked happend when I was a young teenager in England I helped a milkman deliver milk in the days when it was delivered to the house .He started to put his hand on my leg, then after a week or so of this he moved his hand higher until he could feel my young cock getting
    hard .He didnt do anything for a week then one day he asked if his hand felt good,I told him it did so he covered the bulge in my shorts with his hand and rubbed it.This happened daily for a while till he finally slipped his hand up the baggy leg of my shorts .He wanked me daily for weeks then one day he got his cock out and asked me to wank him ,I was happy to at the time I
    thought his cock was huge but I know now it was small .He asked me to fuck him and my boyish cock slipped right up him I came after a few strokes ,
    Another week went by of me fucking him when he asked to fuck me,He had vaseline and fingered me till I was well lubed he took his time getting up me funnily it didnt hurt too much he went slowly for a while then he got real fast and shot a load up me, from that day on Ive loved the feel of a cock up me and even better when that cock cums

    #43693 — Comments (2) — Mar 11, 2019 at 12:58 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 45

    So despite 40+ years of denying it... even when I had the occastional gay experience... I am ready to tell the world! I am a bi-sexual man. I have sucked cocks, had anal sex (both giving and receiving) and I also like women! I am bi!

    #43689 — Comments (0) — Mar 9, 2019 at 2:34 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 53

    when i first joined th usmc my first duty station was open squad bay where guys my age were costantly walking around working out wresling around in their underwear or nothing at all and ofter in different stageds of excitement or erections.. there were hustler mags in every bathroom stall so it was the understood jerk station. one night after lights out two guys walked by my rack in their underwear to the rest room or head as we called it. they were buth bulging there tight white briefs nearly breaking the seams. i followed at a distance trying to cover bmy own hard cock and was able to locate them in a stall where one was seated and the other was facing him getting his cock sucked . he looked back and waved me forward as he had his briefs around his ankles . i dropped mine as well and while he was being sucked i began to hug him humping my cock in his dhairless ass crack while i kissed his nexck and reached around to play with his nips with one hand and his balls with the other till he and i came at the same time him in the otherguys mouth and be in his ass crack. he turned around and we nmade out a little then other guy got up and offered hic seat which i took not realizing why dah? dsonn the guy that was doing the sucking was shoving his hard cock in my face and humping my face with his cock n balls . id never done it befor then he statred to whisper suck it , suck my cock . so i began sheepisly sucking it till hed had enough n began fucking my face till h came inside and outside of my mouth , i was hoolked i totally loved it.

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    Straight Male / 45

    At boarding school, I used to love watching the boy in the next bed being r**ed by one of the older boys.

    My pulse would race and I’d be hard as a rock as this guy, Billy, would creep into the room and turn on the bedside light. My room-mate, Jon, would start begging – even after he’d been had dozens of times as the months rolled by, he’d still always beg. There was just something about the look in his eyes – the panic, the pleading look at me to do something, the realisation that no-one was going to help him, then the way they widened in shock as he felt a hard dick slide into his ass. That’s what I loved to do – look right into his face as they fucked. I masturbated in time to the r**e.

    I even asked Billy to always make sure Jon was looking my way before he really set to work. At first this used to make me finish too quickly, but I eventually learned to control myself so I could look right into his eyes and masturbate as he was slowly r**ed. Billy would always take it slow to avoid making a noise and drawing attention, so it always lasted a good 10 minutes or more.

    There was something about knowing it was non-consensual that turned me on so much - knowing he was being r**ed (RAPED! I loved the sound of the word!) and was hating every second, but just had to lie there and feel his stretched ring-piece tightly grip the shaft of Billy's dick as it slowly pumped away inside him. The psychological agony was written all over his face and it was delicious.

    Then Billy would grunt and Jon’s face would crumple as knew he was getting hot, slimy spurts of Billy's semen pumped right up him. I loved it when I could manage to ejaculate at the same time - it would be amazingly intense. I know some people will think me sick, but this happened at least twice a week and I absolutely loved it!

    There's a reunion this summer. Billy is up for it, so a few of us are going to take my old roommate off somewhere quiet...and the two of them are going to fuck again. And if Jon doesn't cooperate (which he won't), we're going to damn well force him to straddle Billy's dick, just like the old days. And it'll be recorded on smartphone to give us some leverage and ensure future co-operation. I can hardly wait!

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 42

    Thinking I knew everything nearly twenty three years ago, I ventured out into the big wide world after a really serious argument with my step father, and ended up homeless on the streets of a very busy European city. Most days were fine at the very start, in essence of getting food and receiving money. But once I was mugged and lost everything I had, I soon began to become hungry and desperate. One way of obtaining money was something another homeless guy told me about, and that was to hang about the bridge at night, meeting men who wanted their cocks sucked. The thing was, like anything you can earn money from, there were others who controlled who earns what. I tried without contacting anyone and ended up in a bad way. Unable to seek out the police or visit a hospital, I got on with things and ended up not being able to eat for nearly a week.

    Eventually I approached one of the men who'd attacked me and he said if I proved my worth, he'd consider letting me take one of reserve points close to the bridge. I knew it was a place where the less wealthy approached guys for sex, and I also knew it could get violent. Yet I needed money and I needed food.

    At this point you might be wondering why I didn't seek out some welfare workers, or people of a religious background. The fact was, I had. It got me no where, as I was too pig headed, too stupid and too full of personal rage to listen to anyone. My price for getting a "spot", was to allow my previous assailant to stuff his cock down my throat. His was my first, and apparently I was born to suck dick. Finishing him off by swallowing his load, he told me I needn't go the reserve spot, I could have a place on the east side of the bridge.

    Five men's erect hard and often already leaking cocks. That's how many I sucked on that first night. One guy wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't having any of it. So he told the bridge minder, who in turn reported my lack of enthusiasmto the bridge master. Two days I spent learning my lesson. Two days where I didn't get the money I was owed for sucking cock. That's right, money wasn't paid to you, it was paid initially to the bridge minder for services rendered. And it was two days where I begged for what little food came my way.

    On the third day I entered the cafe where the bridge master held his "Meetings". There was a room at the back where he entertained young guys who he liked for sex. The bridge minder had set up our meeting and I knew I was there to be fucked. For a back room in a cafe, it was palatial, warm and had food and wine ready for me, once I'd come across for the thick set man who's growing cock I was looking at as he stroked it.

    Sucking on his dick as he'd requested, I heard him telling one of his men I was good, really good and he'd be ok. The man left and I was told to undress. Taking the shower I was ordered to have, he then lay down on a large sofa and beckoned me over. Making me kneel up, he smeared something on my arsehole and thrust into me in one long shove. It hurt, boy did it hurt. yet I knew if I went with it, I'd be able to make good money. Thinking back now, he didn't last all that long, ten minutes maybe. But it was ten minutes in which I learned I could take a thick seven inch cock up my rear and survive. There was no condom. I was a virgin, free from risk on his behalf and he knew it. Thinking it was over as I felt his spunk flood into my bowels, I pulled off his cock. He had other ideas though and made me lick his cock and balls clean. No sooner had I licked off any remaining remnants of cum from his cock, he got dressed and whistled.

    They both wore condoms. One after another his personal minders visited that back room and spent their loads up my arse. It was his way of treating them and controlling me. I was his and he'd just cemented my services for his male sexual industry.

    I ate, drank wine and got pissed out of my head. I drank my fill and then some, until I passed out from too much alcohol and good food. Awaking the next morning I was in a warm comfortable bed, and I had a cock up my bum as I was being spooned. It was a man who I'd not met, yet someone I later learned not to cross. He emptied his balls up me, told me I'd been amazing all night and only then did I realize he was my first real client.
    I'd passed what ever test it was to bring me into line. I didn't see the bridge for five months. Not at night anyway. Each night I was chosen to entertain men in the back room of the cafe, and I became something of a main choice for lots of discerning men. I lead a very easy life for a while, then like everything else in that world, it was smashed
    apart.

    A new bridge master rose, and I became a bridge tally. Just one more fuck hole to service working men and guys who didn't mind fucking under the arches. One night after eight months of sucking cock, and leaning against cold walls ready to be fucked, as I was leaving the bridge, I met the same man who'd taken my first night. I knew he wasn't someone to mess with, yet I was still young and thought I could get more money out of him than he needed to pay. It backfired and I ended up being visited. A really bad mistake and it cost me some broken ribs, a busted nose and the loss of five front teeth, to go along with the panda bear look.

    Bizarrely it was an American tourist who gave me the opportunity to leave. He wasn't looking for sex, but only wanted directions. By then I wasn't selling my body and had gotten myself sorted out. We talked and he listened like no one had ever listened to me. All night it seemed, we spoke about our lives and eventually he arranged to meet me the next day. He helped me get my documents back, or copies, and I was then able to apply for a replacement passport.
    Not wanting to return home after the argument with my step dad, and my mothers refusal to listen to my side, I buried my doubts and took the flight.

    I'd been so wrong, so idiotic and stubborn. They knew I'd been in the city I'd called home, and had looked for me. Yet I didn't want finding back then. I knew everything, right. I remember the bridge master telling me a guy who knew my name was looking for me. He said he thought it was an English officer, but had covered my tracks as I was earning too much money for him. He didn't know it was my step father.

    My mother and step father are still together and I've reconciled with them over my many errors. I have a family of my own now, and a good job. It's strange looking back and reviewing my past mistakes. I was young, foolish and didn't want to think I could be used. How wrong I was.

    Life has a way of completing a circle sometimes. Without knowing it last year, my wife booked us a weekend away to
    the city I'd spent earning a bridge master money in. As we walked over that bridge during the early evening, I saw two young men walking to one end. I was about to challenge them, when a policeman walked over and they spoke together in their own language. I later asked the same policeman out of ear shot from my wife, if those lads were "bridge workers". He looked at me with a knowing look and told me "Those days have finished my friend".

    That man saw me sigh with total relief, he also saw me grin like a Cheshire cat.

    #43675 — Comments (1) — Mar 8, 2019 at 8:24 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Straight Male / 39

    When I was 18 and in college I let one of my professors fuck me.

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