Gay for XXX

This is a work of fiction. It contains descriptions of graphic sex between men. The disclaimers apply: if you are too young or a repressive government does not permit you to read it, stop. You have been sternly admonished.

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It was hot day. The kind of day where you just want to kick back and enjoy the sun and water. If some fun happens along the way, well that would even make it better.

But first, I’d have to get there. I arrived at the state park around high noon. I saw that there weren’t that many cars as I pulled into the parking lot. I grabbed my backpack and went down the trail leading to the beach.
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My name is Dave and I’m a 32 year old bisexual male. I look a lot younger than my age. People tell me that I’m really good looking and have a hot body and great cock. My girlfriend was out of town for a couple of weeks on business and I decided that it was about time to try and make one of my darkest fantasies cum true. I love to suck off groups of guys and have them cum all over me and I’ve always wanted to have a large number of guys cover me in cum until I am a quivering mess. I had coaxed several guys into doing this for me but had never quite reached the numbers I felt were necessary to get really coated in sperm. I determined that before my girlfriend returned, I was going to do whatever it took to act out my fantasy.
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I’ve always considered myself to be a bisexual man. At 18, I spent a memorable weekend with a friend and his girlfriend, where we all explored each other’s body thoroughly. That was where I discovered that as much as I love women, and love to make love to them, I need to have my hands and mouth on a man’s hard cock every so often, just to feel complete. All through college, I spent time hanging out in gay bars, miles from school, just to get a taste of cock. At the same time, I was dating several girls as well.
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It was a sweltering summer morning and my wife had gone on a shopping trip with her sister; they were headed for an outlet mall about two hours north of here and would not return until early evening. I was prepared for a boring day until I saw a truck with painting supplies pull up in our driveway. I had forgotten that the painters were going to finish up our basement that morning, even though it was a Saturday. I watched Bob and Chris unload their supplies and approach the porch. They had been at the house all week but the only time I saw them was first thing in the morning; they arrived right before I went to work and were gone before I came home. That disappointed me greatly, as my marriage to a woman did nothing to quell my bisexual urges.
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Let me start out by saying Skip is not special…he is convinced that he somehow bumbled in to his predicament, but honestly he followed a well designed path that yields the same result every time…a guy naked and on his knees, his dick is hard and drooling, and he is agreeing to everything and anything I tell him to get his mouth on my dick. Nothing about his experience was spontaneous, unintentional, or unique to him from my perspective.

First, about me…I am a regular guy, I am bi, and I do have a huge cock. It is about 10.5″ hard; it reaches well past my navel and is so thick I can’t get my hand around it, not even close. When I am with women I am a normal, very patient and passionate lover. The patient part is mandatory, with a dick like mine you have to take it real slow and easy. My only quirk when I am with a lady is I will admit I love being in a good position to see their reaction when my huge hose flops out of my pants…whether I am standing or they are kneeling, I like to see their look of awe and raw lust when they see it for the first time. But otherwise, what I want is good, straight, vanilla sex.
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The story started off innocently enough, or maybe not so innocently. My story is not complicated, I am a guy who craves servicing really well hung guys. Long, thick cocks…ones that hang and sway when flaccid and draw admiration when hard and proud. A local internet bulletin board makes it very easy to seek this kind of talent, posting an ad for mutual blowjobs generally will get a fair number of like minded guys to respond. However, there is one small catch…while I am very discriminating in what I want, very well endowed only need apply, I am not nearly so blessed. I fall way at the other end of the curve, a rather thin 4.5 inches. I am a tall, fit good looking guy…early 40’s, but really short changed in the shorts so to speak. So, while I could post ad after ad and generally could hook up with the 6 inch and under crowd, the 8 plus inches I craved was not interested in little dicked guys.
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My eyes just about rolled up into my head when I came on duty and Leon handed me a ticket for a B-6 Cowboy Special.

“I might have to take something to reload this fast unless they’re all content with a mouth job, Leon,” I said as I stripped and started to pour myself into the cowboy costume.

“Naw, that’s why I saved that ticket for you,” Leon said with a short little laugh. “You’ve got the reputation for keepin’ it hard the longest of any we’ve got on the rolls. It’ll mean a good $400 evening for you, with six specials added to the base $100 just for lettin’ ‘em look a ya. Just think of all the dough you’ll be making.”
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The memories kept coming to me in the form of dreams, or I guess nightmares would be more accurate. In the dark the feeling of being helpless and used like a blow up sex doll would wake me from a sound sleep.

My girlfriend blamed my lack of interest in her usually charming ways on the stress of building up my career in music; I knew that my problems ran deeper than she could ever begin to know.

When I read about it his body being discovered the papers I admit I had a laugh, secure in knowing that there would never be a connection made back to me.
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I was at an after party for a major awards show. I had won for “Best New Artist” and I was really taking advantage of the open bar to drink to my success. My girlfriend was over talking to some other glammed up women when this man in all black, sporting an impressive moustache, came over to me and congratulated me on my win.

I don’t know how coherent I was, but I managed to say thanks and let him get me another drink. He moved away after a few minutes and I stumbled to the men’s to do what most men do there. I was feeling less than steady on my feet and the hallway tilted like something out of a Blackpool fun house, but I think I managed to get to it.
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I take three- to five-mile hikes about twice weekly. I have five nearby nature trails I rotate through (in addition to a few more urban walks). The park I went to recently—at the town’s reservoir—has been on the Internet for years as a male pickup spot, although the police seemed to have stopped that a few years ago, I thought—and the pickup spots (the restrooms and an old barn) aren’t near where I walk.

I was coming down a wooded trail slanting down to a bridge over a stream in a fairly isolated part of the park, when I noticed a young man down near the bridge, just sort of milling around. I don’t often meet other people on this trail, and those I do meet seem to be on the move, just as I am. He was looking up the side of the ridge at me while I was descending to the stream and bridge. He looked college age—some sort of pleasant, just OK looking guy with dark features, curly black hair, about 5′ 10′—my height, eyeglasses. My mind said local university, helped, I’m sure because he was wearing a university-logo T-shirt (but, then, so was I).
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