[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Normally at this point, I’d milk the last dregs of his cum from him then flip him over, spread his cheeks nice and wide after slathering the lube I kept handy on us - then slide my dick into his ass. I’d been impressed at how easily he took to being fucked and never once complained about it hurting and not even the first time I fucked him. I was still “unhappy” that he couldn’t suck my dick, which I really wanted him to do but he couldn’t and felt it was only fair that I fuck him and he felt that just jerking me off wasn’t good or thanks enough for me sucking him off. Bit not this time. Instead of releasing him, I kept his cock in my mouth and continued to suck on it even thought he had gotten soft again. I made it a point to stay away from his knob and smiled when he asked, “What... what are you doing?” I answered his question by taking all of his softness in while fondling his balls; he’s cussing over and over and trying to get away from me but I gently held him in place and continued to suck his dick until, after only a few minutes, I felt him getting hard again. Oh, to be that young again...[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=2][SIZE=3]I closed my mouth around him, my tongue swiping away the big drop of pre-cum he was already oozing; it tasted fresh and sweet and it combined with his youthful musky scent and fueled my own lust as I worked my mouth on him, easily taking him deep and holding him there and making him moan and squirm. I loved getting him to this point, where he would start to fuck into my mouth and to give him more incentive, I started playing with his balls and took a few moment to suck on them before inserting a finger into his ass and as my finger sank into him, I started counting in my head because we both knew that it wouldn’t take him long before he shot his load into my mouth. And this time wasn’t any different from the earlier three times that day. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, heard him softly cursing - then came that first huge shot of cum and as I swallowed it, I was once more impressed at how much he could cum. Four huge spurts of cum shot into my mouth and I swallowed all of it but groaning to myself inwardly because for me, he was that kind of guy whose spunk would have me on the toilet with the runs... but that would be a bit later and I was t done with him.[/SIZE][/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I took a moment to wonder what was going on with him since I’d sucked him off three times earlier on and about an hour or so apart but that was then and this was now. I was honestly a bit miffed to be awakened after a very sex-filled day (and on top of everything else I had to do) but I remembered my promise to him and saying that any time he wanted us to have sex, all he had to do was come and let me know. I made him that promise because, as I mentioned when I first wrote about him, I had to do something to stop him from forcing his little brother to have sex with him - a very bad situation. All of this flashed through my mind as I prepared to once again take his delicious cock in my mouth but this time with a twist.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was thinking about the youngest lover I’ve ever had, a 20-something lad (and my girlfriend’s son) and how he’d come to me about what to do about always being horny but girls weren’t giving it up. I gave him his first male blow job and we were lovers for about a year or so and, no, his mom didn’t disapprove but said she should have heard it from me instead of from him. Anyway... He was such a joy to suck and every time he’d come and ask if I could “help him out” - code for wanting us to have sex - it wasn’t all about me being very eager to suck him off and then fill his ass with my dick but, yeah, I’d think about how hard his dick would be and that ongoing fascination about how a man’s dick can so hard and firm yet feel so soft and silky in my hand or mouth. He was so easy to please and it rarely took me long to get him to fill my mouth with cum - and a lot of it, too; he once felt bad about cumming too soon and like he was doing something wrong and I told him that he wasn’t doing anything wrong but he was doing what I wanted him to do and reminded him that we were doing this because he always needed to cum. But I kinda understood his dilemma and I knew what to do about it. One night he came to me and woke me up and as I focused my eyes the first thing I noticed was that he was already naked and very, very erect. He said, “I can’t sleep... I need help...” [/SIZE][/FONT]
I like porn and masturbation. Straight or gay porn. All sorts. Lately my preference has been men walking naked, outdoors, with an erection. I think the eroticism of being outdoors, naked, is what makes it. Outdoor sex with a man would be superb. I have received a few blowjobs in such settings. It is just such a thrill. I remember particularly one guy who gave me oral sex a few times. He said that he used to get together with his next door neighbour on Saturday mornings, for mutual blowjobs, while their wives were out shopping. Then the other guy moved interstate. All rather sad really. I would like such a situation though. Not necessarily next door. That might be a bit much to ask. But nearby. I like to go for a walk in the evening. Someone who lives within walking distance would do nicely. :) I really do fancy sucking a nice, hard cock.
[COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Not like the porn videos! - 40s and finally I get my man. An honest tale.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Except for a couple of fumbles, as a student, with no outcomes to write about, my desire and curiosity for having sex with another guy was latent until recently. Being in my mid forties, I thought I need to act whilst I'm in good shape still. Whilst being a fairly decent proposition now (good to alright body shape, nice cock that functions, hair intact etc), I feel confident to find an attractive (to me at least) a partner . I was fearing if I left it too long I would miss my chance. Problem is, very happily married (yes, I'm sure some eyes are rolling!) but cannot fight my desires. They have been very sporadic over the years - intense urges and week long periods where my sexuality is all I think about. Then goes for a few weeks (after some pretty regular masturbation). Most advice from various sources insisted I had to come clean but that's not an option. I travel with work so considering an escort, or trying to pick up were options that crossed my mind but not ones I had actively pursued.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Recently, a turn of events has occurred. All good in the main, here's my tale.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]A while back, at some work drinks, I got talking to an colleague. Peter is an affable gay guy but one that puts me of the whole idea. Very camp and not my type! However, having had a few drinks, I let go some pretty heavy hints of my desires. He encouraged the conversation and promised secrecy. I even discussed the type of guy I would find attractive and appealing, and I what I would like to do - which amused Peter I think. My ideal sex buddy would be straight acting, masculine, a bit hairy and in ok shape. After the usual lecture about honesty, and my attempts to claim I could keep it separate in my life, he mentioned a friend of a friend who was enjoying a period of no strings fun after a relationship ended. No promises this would ever work, but I passed on my number, quite drunk. I remember fantasizing on the journey home - imaging what could be...[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]A couple of days later, a missed call with a Voicemail. Dieter introduced himself as a friend of Peter's. I actually panicked a bit, then calmed down. It tore at me all day what to do, in the end, after a couple of wines that evening, I called. The cut to the chase, a catch up was planned in Melbourne. I travelled there from Sydney regularly with work with overnight stays. It was a nervous week before my trip but I did manage to keep my lovely 'normal' life separate.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Ok, skip to 'date night' in Melbourne. I was so nervous, I had a few drinks to calm down before heading out. We met at a busy pub, I got there first and texted to let Dieter know I had arrived. Sculled another beer, just before he arrived. I must admit feeling a bit more relaxed. A good sort of exciting and anticipation. I felt good about being brave to at least take this step. Ok, moving on, he arrived, we met and sat near a window on bar stools. I must admit, I don't really eye guys up much - on the train, bus or in the street - only girls. But with Dieter, I did think 'hmm, he's pretty hot!'. 'Butterflies' in my stomach and a immense serge of liberation and freedom were my emotions, along with, to be honest, an semi erection. I couldn't fight the sexual feelings I was having. And as our conversation progressed, we got on really well with a shared love of travel and places we’d been. I managed to insert into a different world and enjoy the moment. The liberation and separation from my 'normal' was working. I was finally chatting up a guy, that I found attractive and hopeful of what was ahead. As the evening progressed, and a few beers flowed, things went well. We evolved to cheeky chat about sex and sexuality. There was some chemistry. The glances, the moment when I'm sure we thinking the same. Then Dieter made a move - a discreet hand on my thigh. From there I didn't hold back, and pretty much suggested we head to his place or my hotel.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Ok - back to his it was, and I'll fast forward a bit.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]I find myself on his couch, and we started kissing. Finally at the age of 45! The relief, I was here! It was so nice, the stubble, our tongues, the smell, his neck. The short hair, no big clumsy breasts in the way, his chest, slightly hairy and muscles. Of came our shirts, and quickly jeans. Being a complete virgin at this I just went with instinct - and rubbed a bit at his cock through his underpants. He paused us and suggested a quick shower to clean up, which we did. Quick with no contact - we took it in turns. To the bedroom, on his bed and into an entwined passion, kissing and hands everywhere. I ventured a bit more, licking his neck, nipples and down. Instinct lead me down, I was encouraged by his erection and a started to give him a blow job but to be honest it was pretty obvious I was new to this. He pulled back a bit and promised there'd be plenty of time for that. I was rushing.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Dieter stated to take control. He moved on top and we continued to kiss - the stubble again, I couldn't believe how much French kissing could be so intense. Our cocks rubbing together. Me grabbing his lovely ass. Ah so good. The liberation I felt was indescribable. I felt I could moan, groan, writhe together and be free. The equality of 2 guys together seemed to me, incredible - less about each other’s role, as with my less than exciting, hetro sex life but full freedom. The ultimate expression of masculinity I’ve thought in retrospect.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Dieter popped a pillow under my back. He'd rightly read my mood to want him to fuck me. After all, we had spoken about this at the pub. I felt vulnerable but excited and ready. He asked whether I was sure and ready, to which I of course said yes. I felt nervous in my mind, but sense a relaxed feeling, a willingness around below. He grabbed a condom and lube from the bedside drawer, slipped it on and then - disaster! I came.. As he lined me up and was about to insert, it was too much for me. All over my stomach. I could sense the disappointment and he could sense my anxiety. His previously beautiful erect cock softened. Damn. As I said not like the porn movies in real life![/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]The good thing was that I wanted to stay. I didn't get cold feet, make my excuses. I felt comfortable but embarrassed. We laid back down and reassured me. We pulled each other back close, and kissed again. We soon fell into a groove again and I reached down and firmly but slowly masturbated Dieter. He responded and it felt good to be arousing him. He rubbed my ass and toyed with his fingers around my anus. It felt really nice. After a short while I felt him stiffen and he moved up and around quick, and came on my chest - more like in a porn movie this time! A moment of erotic beauty. He moaned as he came quite hard. I sensed he had enjoyed our sex too. We laid still for a while.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]I did leave shortly after but on good terms. We agreed to meet again the next time I was in town.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]I felt a bit silly and annoyed about not getting to feel Dieter in me. However, still fulfilled and proud of my ability to split out my life. By and large I'm at ease with myself. This is a secret for me that doesn't impact the rest of my life.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]I did meet up with Dieter again and another time since. My second time was so much better. I gave a decent blow job and we've worked out if I cum quickly at first with just foreplay and then we work back slowly up to fucking, it's fantastic. The first time he penetrated me, was surprisingly without much problem. A bit of pain at first but all pleasure. He took me missionary style as we first tried. Firm, not to fast and sensually - lot's of kissing. I came during , with him a few minutes after, removing the condom to get some on my belly! I love that![/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]The third an most recent visit was just last week. The sweet spot of less nerves and some much to explore. I stayed overnight and we must have came 4 or 5 times each! Not much sexual activity unexplored now![/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]I'm sure this relationship won't last, but I've explored something that was eating away at me. Not all the time but in waves every few weeks. I'm going to revert to masturbation soon and revert to like before. But at least I know what I know now without too much damage.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT="]Matt[/FONT][/COLOR]
I was stationed at Fort Jackson in the summer of 1980 and myself, along with three friends were hanging out at the rec center playing D&D in the common area one Friday night. There was one guy there, watching us most of the night, and when the center closed for the night, we shut down the game to leave. It was then that he struck up a conversation with us all. I don't remember what the conversation was about, but it led to three of us heading out to a club with the guy for drinks and dancing. The club was called Mr. B's and was a gay club in Columbia. After about an hour, one of my friends decided that he was bored and left for the barracks, while my other friend that came along (he was BI, like me) decided to hang out a bit more and see what would happen. A while later, that friend left as well, with just me and our new friend hanging out, talking, doing a little dancing before finally deciding to leave as well. He asked if I wanted to go back to his place for the night and I said yes, so we got a cab and left, making out in the back of the cab the entire way. When we got to his place, we went inside and he took me in his arms and started to kiss and lick my neck and lips while working my clothes off. I began helping him out of his clothes as well and was doing my share of kissing and licking, sucking nipples between gasps as he found each of my erogenous zones, building the passion between us. Once we were naked, we got into the bed and started taking turns sucking each other, but he stopped me before I could savor his creamy gift, and laid me on my back, slowly licking my cock, balls and thighs, fingering my tight little ass, getting me ready for the fucking that I was more than ready to accept. After what seemed like hours, I finally shot my load and he took it all in his mouth before removing his fingers from my ass and coming up to kiss me, pulling my knees up towards my head while sliding his cock into my ready butt, slowly fucking me as he shared my own cum between us in a hot kiss. He fucked me like that for almost half an hour and finally shot his load into me. It was fantastic and when he finally stopped shooting into me and his cock slipped out, he rolled us over with me on top and pulled me down, holding me like a long-lost lover. I woke in the morning with him spooned up behind me, his arms around me still and I could feel his cock getting stiffer and stiffer, so I wriggled my butt and managed to get him lined up with my hot little hole, letting him slide in all the way, fucking me long and slow as he kissed the back and sides of my neck, reaching around and playing with my cock with the hand he wasn't using to play with my chest and nipples. He lifted my leg and moved so that I was still on my side as he straddled my other leg while still inside me. He leaned down, kissing me while slowly fucking me again, shooting his load into me, then he pulled out, rolled me the rest of the way onto my back and kissed me again while sliding his own ass to my cock, reaching back and placing it against his tight hole and sliding down on me, impaling himself on my manhood before riding me like a prized pony. I reached up and played with his nipples and pulled him to me so that I could lick and suck them. As I was about to climax, I pulled him to me, kissed him hard and shot my load into him. When I finally stopped cumming, he got off of me and lay down next to me. When we both finally caught our breath, he commented on how he had not planned on having me fuck him, but he just couldn't resist after the night before. We lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow, talking, touching and kissing before I decided that I should probably get going. He reluctantly agreed and said that I was welcome back any time. I called a cab and got dressed. I wish that I could have hooked up with him again, but that never happened.
Lenny and I had been, in addition to unit mates and best friends, lovers, while we were both stationed overseas. Our relationship started quite normally; hanging out and exploring the countryside together. He had even introduced me to the girl that I was seeing over there. Then there came one New Year’s Eve when we had both gone to Soho for the weekend. We did the pub-crawl thing and got into our B&B late. Lying there in our beds, we couldn’t go to sleep, so we talked for a few minutes till we were too tired to stay awake. But I couldn’t sleep. I laid awake thinking about my friend and what it would be like to sleep with him. It had been quite a while since I had, had any cock and I guess I was getting horny for it. Nothing happened that night. A couple of months later, we had been hanging out in my barracks room, talking about girls and all when Lenny said that it was getting late, so he was going to head out, just the same as he had done many other nights. We said goodnight and he left. I was horny and got one of my many adult magazines out and started stroking my cock. It was good that I didn’t have a roommate at the time. I had been reading the hot letters and checking out the pictures of hot models, when there was a knock at the door. I put my cock away and put on some pants to answer the door. It was Lenny asking to come in because he needed to talk to me, so I let him in, asking what was up. “I need to talk to you.” He said. “I had no idea what was going on, so I shrugged and said, “Sure. Come on in.” We both stood next to the bed. “What’s up?”, I asked. “You remember on New Year’s in Soho?” he said. “Yeah. What about it” “Well,” there was a bit of hesitation in his voice. “I’ve been thinking, and I was wondering something about that night. We were both pretty horny. I know I was, so you must have been.” “Yeah, I was. What about it?” I knew that there was something he was getting at, but didn’t want to push things too hard. “Well, I wanted to let you know that on all these nights when we have been hanging out, and I left late, that I have been watching you through your curtain slit after I left. And I was wondering if you were wanting the same thing that I was all those times?” “I think I know what you are asking and yes, I did. Is that why you have been watching me?” “Well…yes. I just had to work up the nerve.” At that, I moved closer to him, touched his arm and asked if he wanted to watch me without a curtain in the way and he said that he did. So I took my pants off, got on the bed, lying back and began stroking my cock, which had already been growing again, since this conversation started. I asked him if he wanted to sit down and he did. Right next to me, reaching out to touch my dick. He began stroking it and I suggested that he get out of his clothes so that I could do the same to him. He got naked and resumed his previous position, only this time, he was turned so that I could get to his rock-hard dick. We were stroking each other, and I moved around and began to lick and suck his cock. It felt so good to have a cock in my mouth again. He was moaning his pleasure and I felt him do the same thing to me. In a few minutes, I felt his cock start to swell and he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could with the rest spilling out onto his thighs. He wasn’t great at giving head, but he got me cumming soon after he came. It didn’t hurt that his moaning, when he started to cum, really turned me on more. That started the sexual aspect of our relationship. We had done many things together, but all oral with each other. We even had a three-way with my girlfriend once, but it wasn’t all that good. I eventually got out of the military and came home. About a year after I got out, I got a call from Lenny asking if he could come by for Christmas leave. I said that it was fine by me. I was going to be alone for Christmas with my leg in a cast (I had broken it a few months earlier), so I would welcome his company. The Monday before Christmas, I picked him up at the airport and went back to my place to get him settled in. The week went by pretty quietly, with nothing out of the ordinary happening. Then, on Christmas Eve, a little bit after we had gone to bed, he came into my room and sat down next to me, saying that he had really missed me and the fun we would have together. With that, he took his shorts off and reached into my shorts and pulled my cock out and began sucking it. I reached over and began stroking him. After a few minutes, I pulled him over me so that we could suck each other. I had him cumming in just a few minutes. After he finished and I had sucked him clean, he got up and turned around, holding my cock. He then, very slowly slid my hard cock into his tight ass. A few minutes of him settling his tight hole around my cock he, he bent down, kissing me with a passion that he had never had before with me, while slowly humping my cock in and out of his ass. In a few minutes I said that I was going to cum, he sat upright and really pounded my cock in and out of his ass. Another few seconds and I started shooting my load up his tight, no longer virgin hole. He collapsed down on me and began kissing my neck and down my chest to my nipples, licking and sucking them each in turn. When we had both calmed down, he got up and went to the bathroom, came back with a washcloth to clean me off and then we both went to sleep. We didn’t need to have presents for Christmas, since we had already opened our gifts. He left to go back to the base New Years day
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