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  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 33

    Some years ago, myself and an old school friend were having a drink at our new home, when my wife was away for the weekend watching a show with her girlfriends.
    Things got a little raunchy in the video we were watching and before I knew it, my friend had his cock out and was stroking it. We'd drunk a fair bit by then, so maybe the drink or just me being horny seeing the movie and my friends dick, I decided to do the same. No sooner had I got my cock out, he leaned over, sucked in my dick and began to give me an amazing blow job.
    After quite a long slow fabulous blow job, he pulled off my cock, told me he wanted me to fuck him and subsequently stripped off. By then I would have fucked my gran, so as he presented his rear hole to me, and not even using anything to make his hole slippery other than saliva, I slid my cock into his arse from behind.
    I'm thirty three now, but was thirty when I fucked him. And that fuck was I have to say, the best fuck I've ever had. That and the following sex we had during the rest of the night was simply awesome, and I did things with him, I never believed I would with a female, let alone another guy.
    We kissed, tossed each other off, rimmed each other. I fucked him in as many positions as I'd ever fucked anyone and then as if my cock didn't know when to stop, I fucked him again and again. I even licked and sucked out my cum from his fucked hole and fed it to him as we kissed in the shower.
    Waking up the next morning sober and fully realising we'd had sex, I fucked him again, waking him up with my cock sliding up his arsehole in the spoons position.
    Showering again, we had breakfast, then he sucked on my dick for ages until he had me fuck him over the breakfast bar stool. By the time I'd cum up his arsehole, his cock had already blown and I watched him with my watery cum leaking out his arse, licking up his own cum from the stools seat.
    Taking him on a tour of the area, he kept on hinting his arsehole wanted fucking again, but my brain was saying we shouldn't in public. Nevertheless in an underground car park with people walking past and parking nearby, I first tongued his arsehole, then fucked him in a 'quickie' spunking up his hole just before some female shoppers got in the car next to us.
    My friend left that evening to travel back to his home. We planned on him visiting again as soon as possible, but his job meant he was placed overseas for some time.
    He visited again last week and is going to be around for the next few months. After he left last time and I'd thought long and hard about it, I told myself I'd not cheat on my wife again, and I haven't. But with him visiting again, my lust for his mouth and arsehole has grown each day.
    Then only two days ago, my wife told me she was going down to see her parents soon and if I wanted to, I could and should invite C to stay over. When she said it, she smiled at me and put a finger into her mouth and then out quickly, making a popping sound. I knew what she meant by it, as it's her way of indicating a blow job and I also now figure she's known all along we'd had sex. I didn't know how she'd know, but I think my wife understands we're probably going to be fucking again, and she's just kind of given her permission to do so.

    #45389 — Comments (0) — Jul 22, 2019 at 6:28 AM — That's Juicy! (15) Remove It.
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    Gay Male / 45

    Excuse me for telling a story of a long time ago.

    I was working my way through college and got a summer job working for a delivery company. I was assigned to a guy who drove the truck, his name was Arnoldo and he was Mexican or Central American, about 45 with lots of body hair and beard and a beer belly and he smoked and he kept touching me. One afternoon after a delivery he took my face in his hand and he kissed me on the mouth and told me he wanted me to suck his cock. I was twenty and he was much stronger than me and he pushed my head down until I had my face in his pants and he told me to get his cock out and suck it.

    I had never touched a cock or even looked at one up close. His cock was dark brown, almost black and thick and his foreskin was covering the head of his cock but as his cock got hard the head stuck out, red and shinny and he got it in my mouth and I had to suck his cock while he drove his cock in my mouth holding my head down by the neck. Then he shot his load, in my mouth, on my face, in my hair and he laughed at me and he told me he was going to fuck me. He pushed me back up against the window of the truck and told me to get out my cock and he bent over and sucked me and jerked me off. He kissed me again, several times telling me I was his and he was going to fuck me and he couldn't wait.

    We didn't go back to the shop, we went to this neighborhood I had never been to and he parked the truck and took me into his apartment in back of this house. He grabbed me and kept telling me he was going to fuck me and kept grabbing at my belt buckle. I had to help him get it open and he got my pants down a I had to sit and take off my shoes and he pulled my pants off he stood over me with his big black cock. He lifted my legs and spit in his hand and rubbed the spit on my asshole and got on me and shoved it in, it hurt and burned and felt like it was never going to end, but he got his cock all the way in and then he started fucking me. From time to time he bent over lifted my head and kissed my mouth. When he was done fucking me and filled my ass with his cum he laid on me for a minute but I couldn't breathe and then he got off and told me to get my cock hard for him and he jerked me off again and sucked my cock until I shot my load in his mouth.

    That was my first time, I was scared but not scared, I was disgusted but sucked his cock and didn't stop even when he pulled my head away, I wanted him to fuck me hard, to keep shoving it in. I loved sucking his cock in the truck, I loved going to his place and getting fucked. I loved how he sucked me and jerked me off. And I loved being kissed. I was queer but didn't know it. Arnoldo was my first and I think about him a lot now that I am his age when he showed me the ropes.

    #45382 — Comments (0) — Jul 21, 2019 at 10:56 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    So im Bi ish and luv to see guys in their underwear. one afternoon there was a knock at the door and wife was at work. It was a college kid sellin lawn treatments for 5o dollars. It was really hot out so I asked him in . he was really cute kind of mucular but very young face with shoulder length blond hair. I told him he was a good looking young fella and asked if he ever stripped. he said no that he was too shy for that. I asked well its just me here and i would love to see it infact i would pay him. no again so i said how about just to your underwear, he finally agreed but i would have to buy a lawn treatment and pay him some cash of course i agreed so i closed the blinds and told him to make him more comfortable i would go down to my undies as well which i did and had a raging hard on that made his eyes wide when he saw it. so he took off his shirt to reveal a totally smooth somewhat tanned chest and slightly worked out mid section then he dropped his pants to reveal white dryfit briefs and he was clearly hard as well. i stood and began to caress him all over and asked if he knew about frot. he said no. after explaining that its just humping out cocks together he agreed but insisted on keeping undies on . fine with me as im all about undies. we embraced and began grinding our cocks together while reaching around to grope his tight muscular ass. after that i sat down and motioned him in front of me and began rubbing my face all over his crotch. he began humping my face then humping in an up and down motion as i continued to grope and pull him closer by his ass. he started to grunt then came explosively in his underwear the front of which were soaked i continued to jerk my cock outside of the undies feeling so horny with this guy humping my face through cum soaked undies till i shot a huge load all over my stomach and chest. we cleaned up he hurried out of there and i told him to hit me up for more.

    #45370 — Comments (7) — Jul 20, 2019 at 12:25 PM — That's Juicy! (23) Remove It.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Straight Male / 23

    Ok Im going to be totally honest here and say that Ive always benn kind of homophobic. I never wanted to, like, beat up gay dudes or anything but I always figured being gay was kind of sick and pathetic. Ive called gay guys names behind their backs forever, mostly "faggot". Ive never even felt bad about it until now.

    Anyway, I was always proud to be straight. Im 23 and have been with a few girls and only watched straight porn and stuff. Sure I preferred the dudes to have big cocks but not because I wanted to look at their cocks or anything.

    So I have an older brother who I always figured was as straight as me. Im staying with him for a few weeks over the summer and when I got there a couple of days ago I got there in the morning instead of afternoon when i was supposed to. I cant find him when i get there so I go upstairs to look. When I get there his bedroom door is open and I hear a lot of moaning. I sneak over and look in and I see my brother on the bed on his back with his feet up on some dark skinned dude's shoulders and the guy is fucking his ass hard.

    Just looking at this guy from the back I can tell that hes lean and muscled and I realized I was staring at his clenching ass and jiggling balls. I got hard and almost came in my pants. All i could do was get out of there as quiet and fast as i can.

    I ended up driving around the city for hours but my erection wouldnt go down. Twice I had to pull into a back alley and jerk off until I came. Im even touching my dick as I write this in my brother's spare bedroom. When i close my eyes I can still see him getting fucked by that dude. I have no idea what to think or what to say to him.

    The worst thing is that now Im thinking of my brother as a faggot and Im calling myself one inside my head too. I shouldnt but thats what im thinking. Does this mean Im gay?

    #45369 — Comments (1) — Jul 20, 2019 at 11:14 AM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove It.
  • — Gay Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 47

    I'm a happily married, straight, man.


    Still, I sometimes go to websites to find blow jobs...glory holes....other married men who love to suck cock.

    There is (well, was, as the last time I was there it was covered) a glory hole in a bathroom in a local park. I've been there a couple of times, and EVERY time I'm able to find a mouth on the other side of the hole.

    And when I slip my cock through.....there is nothing as electrifying as finding a horny, hot, wet, male mouth on the other side.

    Nothing makes me stiffer.

    Nothing makes me cum harder.

    God, I need to find a cock sucker today....

    Married, in Maryland.

    #45356 — Comments (3) — Jul 19, 2019 at 10:15 AM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 20

    The day Clifford climbed into my bed and slid his tongue along my ass crack, I should have screamed. It's not as though my parents wouldn't have heard me. The fact is, I didn't and my silence only encouraged the thirty two year old to begin to masturbate me and probe my asshole deeper and deeper with his hot tongue.
    Not really knowing the difference between sex with males and females, I didn't know when he moved up my body and asked me to lick the head of his growing penis, it was a gay act. I did just as he asked and instantly loved the feeling of his hardening manhood in my mouth. Once it became fully erect, I felt it pulsing on my tongue as he asked me to suck it as I would a lollipop.
    Suitably hard, he turned me right over and put my ankles on his broad hairy chest. Placing his cock head to my hole, he pushed in and made me cry out a little. The pain was there, but then so was a wonderful feeling I've now grown to understand and want more and more.
    Losing my virginity to him was special in so many ways. Firstly because he knew I was wanking by then and wanted that second step, whatever that meant. Secondly because it felt after only a short time, like my whole body was alive with sexual energy. And lastly, because of who it was.
    Four and half years ago my uncle entered my body anally, and hasn't stopped fucking me ever since.
    We're lovers in the true sense of the word and we have amazing sex still to this day, every single time we get together. It's not as much as we'd both like, yet soon enough we'll be able to live together and from then on, I promise, I'll be everything he wants me to be, and much much more.

    #45352 — Comments (4) — Jul 19, 2019 at 9:26 AM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove It.
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    Gay Male / 24

    Good morning, afternoon or whatever the time is where you are! It's a beautiful day here in Wales on the third leg of my backpacking tour of the UK.

    And what a tour it's been starting in Scotland and working my way down through the sites, foods and culture of the wonderfully weird and welcoming cities and countryside.

    Wherev er I have had the chance I've hit up the gay pubs and clubs to meet delicious men of the UK, so many accents, looks and bodies for me to enjoy.

    So far the men of Scotland have some incredible staying power, the grunts and words in their accent really got me going, the men in the north of England were polite and charming but so down with the dirty it was heavenly.

    But Wales, well I hit the jackpot; I was recommended by the hostel receptionist I hooked up and spent time with in Manchester to visit friends of his a nice couple whilst in Cardiff.

    I checked in at one of the hostels in Cardiff, not too costly but had all the basics I needed and with a quick power nap and refreshing shower I started to tour.

    I rang the couple in question the following morning, who were eager to meet as they had heard all about me from their friend. We arranged to meet at a cafe near to where I was staying, a short bus ride for them.

    I got there first and bagged us a table near the window, so I could keep an eye out for them; I had a picture of them on my phone from their friend and apparently theu had one of me.

    It was too long before they came in and I stood up and waved them over, I've never been short on confidence; heck I've been travelling on my own for ages now visiting various countries.

    Ordering us some drinks, we started firing off questions too each other and generally getting to know what was happening, my plans for Wales etc...

    We spoke of my travels, they told me about life in Cardiff, both of us spoke about our now mutual friend.

    So as time moved round the clock, they offered me a tour round the city and drinks after at one of the local pubs.

    We spent the day touring the sites, having some drinks and then the flirting from them began; it was pretty clear they were hoping to get me to join them and I couldnt think of a reason not to.

    So we hit a club, flirting turned into light touching to them groping me pretty forcefully.

    asked if I wanted to go back to theirs, we got out pretty quick in a cab and in their bedroom in record time.

    I wont lie and say I'm not a cock slut cos I am, but I always pride myself on being clean and healthy and get tested to be sure.

    I took both of them several times that night, them fucking me hard till my legs were jelly. Being spit roasted was new to me and so much fun.

    Having my mouth full of cock and semen whilst I feel the force of another being pushed deep in my hole is exquisite; deepthroating whilst my balls are slapped and pulled as one cums and the other blows his load deep in me is such ectasy.

    The men of the UK really know what they are doing and I still have southern England to go before hitting London on my last stage in August.

    Cum to the UK and enjoy the fun!

    #45344 — Comments (3) — Jul 18, 2019 at 9:52 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 28

    When I broke up with my girlfriend nine months ago over our sexual non compatibility, I was having a morning masturbation session in my front room, when I looked up to see my sisters fiance Kevin looking down at me.
    I've always had a very high sex drive, so have masturbated a lot all my sexual life. My ex couldn't match my needs so we split up. It left me right hand shuffling a lot and Kevin walked in on me as I'd forgotten we'd arranged to go and play golf.
    Instead of walking away or saying how gross it was to see my large cock being tossed off, my sisters fiance walked over. got on his kneess taking my cock in his hands and lowered his head. I didn't think to stop him or change what was happening and let him suck in my dick.
    It felt utterly amazing after even the short time without a girlfriend, I just let him carry on and found myself bucking upwards to fuck his mouth. The more he sucked, the more I wanted him to and the more we got into sinc with each other. Soon I was fucking his mouth for real and couldn't stop myself as my orgasm built up. Telling him, I expected kevin to lift off and maybe jack my shaft to make me cum. He didn't, he kept on sucking until my cock exploded in his mouth and the guy I'd known for years swallowed my cum.
    Like it had never happened, he got up, wiped his mouth and told me to get ready. Within half an hour I was teeing off with Kevin stood nearby.
    Only as we approached the fifteenth, did we speak about what had happened. And even then it was Kevin telling me anytime I wanted to get my rocks off, knowing I wasn't with my ex, I could use his mouth, or his arsehole if I wanted it.
    Thinking about what he'd just said and how he'd sucked me off earlier, my cock stirred and I told him if he meant it, to suck me again, now.
    In the tree line just off the course, my long time friend, who I had no idea was bisexual, sucked on my cock again and this time insisted I at least try to fuck him.
    It didn't happen, fucking him that is, as we were disturbed. Yet once we'd finished playing, we drove back to mine and I entered the shower with a very eager brother in law to be. In one single day I lost my gay oral virginity, then lost my anal fucking virginity as I slid my cock up Kevin's tight arsehole.
    It wasn't easy like you see in porno's, yet after some time, my cock eventually slid up into him and he had me fuck him hard leaning against my shower wall.
    There was no foreplay that first time, nor was there any kissing or after play. I fucked my friend simply and honestly and loved every fucking minute of it. I'm not sure for how long I drilled that beautiful tight hole of his. What I do know, is he insisted on me cumming up his arse and that's precisely what I did.
    Two days later I was waiting for him in my home after a series of texts. And we spent the whole afternoon learning about one another's gay sexual likes and dislikes.
    I'm still fucking Kevin to this day, and only this morning fucked him in his car near to the beach we drove down to. I fucked him again at lunch time in the toilets of the bar we were in. And we had our final fuck just half an hour ago in my kitchen, whilst waiting for my sister to pick him up from my place.
    Nine months ago I was a straight guy who didn't know the first thing about gay sex. Now I can't stop fucking Kevin and love the fact he wants it just as much as I do.

    #45343 — Comments (2) — Jul 18, 2019 at 9:31 AM — That's Juicy! (18) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 36

    I've always been a sex addict with many fetishes. When I was around 14 I would wear my 16 year old sister's things, and let the family dog mount me in the woods. Inconstantly inserted things into my ass too. I traded blowjobs with a friend down the street. In college I would go to the local adult book store to get blowjobs.

    As an adult I would always have a girlfriend, but meet guys on Craigslist. The first was about 60. He couldn't get hard, but would lick, and toy my ass while he gave me expert head. I met a couple of army guys that I traded be blowjobs with.
    I then hired a tranny hooker and she took my ass. Very sexy. The last one was about a year ago. I met a guy in his office with my wife's lingerie on underneath my clothes. I sucked him, and he fucked me bent over an office chair. He blew a massive load into my ass. I'm looking for that next great experience now.

    #45341 — Comments (4) — Jul 18, 2019 at 8:32 AM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove It.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    When I was seven years old, my father died unexpectedly, leaving my mother and me to fend for ourselves. It became clear that we couldn't afford the payments on our house and it was either lose the house or take in a roomer. My mov rented a bedroom to a local bachelor bartender. She washed his clothes for him, cleaned his room, cooked for him and he paid her a monthly rental payment that was enough for us to keep up with our mortgage payments, and then some. Otto was a bit of an odd duck, short, a little on the heavy side, and horned rimmed glasses. He had an odd sense of humor but other than taking his meals with us and sometimes watching television with us, he pretty much kept to himself.

    Mom made it very clear that Otto's room was private and I was never to enter his room, but when I would get home from school in the afternoons, Otto was at work and my mom was also working part-time, so I had the house to myself. One day, I entered his room and found it to be very clean and neat. There was a small Philco black and white tv set in one corner, across from Otto's bed, and two dresser drawers. There was a closet and Otto had shirts, pants, sport coats and ties hung up in there, as well as a couple pairs of shoes. As I was poking around, I found a stash of what we used to call girlie magazines. When I leafed through them I saw photos and drawings of topless and even fully naked women in them. One of the magazines was a family nudist magazine and it had naked men and women in it, as well as naked teens and kids, some my own age. Looking at the naked pictures, i could feel a strange tingling in my penis and soon it became erect. I pulled down my pants and began pulling at it and found that this intensified the tingling. Soon the sensations became extremely intense and I had my first albeit dry orgasm.

    I put the magazines back the way they had been and decided that I would return whenever I found myself home alone. After that, I gradually became quite proficient at getting myself off, not by jerking my cock up and down but rather by slapping the head of my cock back and forth with the flat of my right hand. The orgasms were increasingly intense and I wanted to beat off all the time. Over the next several months, I became increasingly daring in entering Otto's room and playing with myself looking at his magazines. If my mom was home, i would steal into Otto's room while sh was cooking, slip a magazine or two or three under my shirt and lock myself in the bathroom, slapping my cock silly as i reached orgasm after orgasm. My mother would call out to me and tell me to get out of the bathroom. I would slip back out and then replace the magazines in Otto's room.

    When my grandmother took ill, my mom stayed at the hospital with her. There was no one that she could leave me with, so she asked Otto if he could watch over me. Otto made arrangements with one of the other bartenders switching shifts with him and stayed home with me. Otto Friday me a grilled cheese sandwich and then ran the water for my bath. I was reluctant to stip in front of him, but he said that guys get naked before the guys all the time and that it was no big deal. I warily stripped and then stepped into the tub. The rate was too hot, so Otto ran some colder water to even out the temperature. He then kneeled by the side of the tub and washed my head to to with a wash cloth upon which he had rubbed the Ivory soap. He seemed to take a great deal of time washing out my rear end and my penis, gently pulling back my foreskin and cleaning underneath it with the wash cloth just as my mother used to do it.

    When I was squeaky clean, I stoop up and he told me dry in a big bath towel, and I padded over to my bedroom to put on my pajamas. In the meanwhile, Otto stripped off his clothing and began showering with the bathroom door ajar. I looked in on him and was amazed at the size of his long thick red cock, which was semi-erect and his low hanging balls that looked almost like billiard balls to me. When he finished showing, he put on a pair of pajama bottoms and asked if i wanted to watch tv with him. I said sure, and went into the den where our old Dumont set was parked and turned it on. It generally took quite a bit of time to warm up. Then I would have to control the horizontal and the vertical until the picuture was even, then play with the rabbit ears until the snow settled down. When Otto walked into the den he had his nudist magazine with him. I was shocked that he would walk around with it so brazenly. he sat next to me on the couch and i could see the pictures as he flipped through the magazine. I noticed that his cock , which had been running down the leg of the pajama bottoms was becoming more and more erect. Then I realized that his cock wasn't the only one become erect, and tried to hide my little erection from his visage.

    Otto laughed and said that it was natural getting an erection, then pulled down on his pajama bottoms until his thick red penis sprang up and bobbed before me. He told me the he knew that I was reading his magazines and knew that I was playing with myself looking at them. He asked whether I'd ever seen a cock as big as his and I readily admitted that I hadn't. He urged me to touch it and i grasped it with my little hand and found that i could only encircle half of its girth. It felt vey warm to the touch and I could feel his pulse pounding away n the shaft of his massive cock. I looked up at him and he was staring at me with a feral look that i'd never seen before. "Suck it," he said and I looked at him as if he were crazy. "Go on, suck it!" Then, "I know you want to." I was afraid. I didn't know what I should do. I'd been told to respect my elders and Otto was definitely my elder, but why would i want to suck his pee-pee? Otto reached out and pushed the back of my head forward until my mouth reached his bobbing erection. "Open your mouth!" I shook my head side to side, but he pushed me forward wo that my lips wee bushing again the shiny head of his massive throbbing tool. I opened my mouth to say no but then he thrust his penis into my open mouth and I tasted his cock, salty and surprisingly savory. "That's it, that's it, now suck my cock!" I only had the head of his cock in my little mouth, but I did as he asked, sucking on that head, using my tongue on it, my lips closed hard around it. After a few minutes, Otto began grunting and rutting like a ram in heat and then shot volley after volley of his thick, creamy musky tasting cum choking me in the process. "Suck it, suck it!" he yelled and I kept sucking it while choking at the cum that was sliding down my throat. When he had finally finished humming, he demanded that i lick it clean and then sent me to bed with the taste of his cum in my mouth. After that, whenever we were alone, i would suck his dick and lap up his cum. Thankfully, he never tried to penetrate me anally, as I am convinced he would have ripped me apart by doing so. My mom never found out about Otto. A few years later, when I was eleven, Otto was killed in a traffic accident. My mother and I went to the funeral. Other than some of his friends from the bar, the funeral home was empty. He died with no family. In his will, he left us almost ten thousand dollars "for services rendered," which my mom thought referred to the great care she had shown him. Me? I knew otherwise.

    #45320 — Comments (14) — Jul 16, 2019 at 5:11 PM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove It.
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