Gay for XXX

There is a first time for everything, especially things sexual. The first time you saw another guy nude and really appreciated it - and not just as a kid or in a school gym - the first time you touched another guy’’s cock, the first time you kissed another guy, and of course, the first time you fooled around with another guy where one or both of you got off. Then of course there is the first time that you discovered a playmate at work; someone you could talk to and have a little fun with, especially if no one suspected a thing. And, that is probably when you discovered that bisexual and gay men were a little more common than you might have suspected.
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A Few Years Ago, something like this happened.

In which a younger man is unexpectedly seduced and sodomized by an older man.

I was new to the city. I was only twenty four and up until now had been living in a small farming town. It was so exciting to walk in that one area of downtown. “XXX movies” “Adult Theater”, “Topless Bartenders”. It was late afternoon when I slipped into a bar and ordered a beer. I was part way into it when an older guy struck up a conversation.
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A short period of time ago I received the following e-mail from someone I had never met before.

I read with much interest your yahoo profile. It seems you may be what I am looking for to finally realize a long time fantasy. I am a 42 year old married male that excites at the possibility of providing oral to another married male (uncut being a big plus) (and bigger then my 5″, even better!!) Me, 5”7″ 165… I responded and asked him to describe himself a bit more and whether he could entertain.
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Here is one of my favourite submissive gay fantasies –

I”d been in touch with this guy over the internet and he”d told me to come over to his house one evening. I find myself ringing his doorbell at the arranged time, not knowing quite what to expect. The door is answered by a handsome, well-built guy, who invites me in. I walk in to a large well-appointed living room where a slightly older man is already sat, relaxing in one of a pair of leather armchairs, watching me enter. I am a little taken aback; I was only expecting one man.
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When I stroke myself, my love, I have many fantasies involving you. I imagine touching you and you me. I see us kissing all parts of our bodies, tasting each other’’s skin, and fluids. I envision our fingers tracing each other’’s bodies, exploring our hardness, slipping into most private areas.

I hear moans, and heavy breathing. Sometimes, I hear little squeals from your lips or from mine. I hear whispers of how wonderful it is to finally be together. I hear whispers of “I love you.”
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You have stood at the window behind the curtain as I”ve fucked you, one hand on your belly as you suck on my thumb, stifling your moans and cries . The few diners left below are oblivious of what is happening just above their heads.

You are unobserved now but want to be seen, not by the diners perhaps but you are wanton in your need at this moment and I wonder how I”ll satisfy us both. The lunch time wine is lubricating your lust. The door of the room stands open still and one of the young Turkish waiters pauses to look in, and I signal him to come in and join us.
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I was certain my queasy and debilitating feeling of frustration would end if I could only lick the trail of hair that descended, from Dusty’’s belly button, into the top of his jeans. One side of my brain told me to just do it, while, the other side told me I could destroy the friendship we”d enjoyed since starting kindergarten, thirteen years ago. I”d always felt a powerful attraction to Dusty Burton and had, always, to be close to him; and though he had never indicated that he felt the same about me, I hoped he had.
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He gulped as the head of the cock rammed into him. The pain was almost overwhelming and the assault on his ass seemed never ending. All he could hear was the hissing of the man behind him as he rammed his hard cock in and out of his ass. His own mouth was open in pain but nothing was coming out but a silent scream.

How did this happen? It had all started as he got out of his car in the rest area. He had had a long day, driving for over eight hours and his body was telling him that he needed a rest. He wasn’t one who usually stopped except for the necessities but today, both his body and the scenery invited him to stop. The parking lot was almost empty except for an old pickup and a highway workers truck. As he slowly walked over to the restroom, stretching, he entered to find two men inside. They were standing apart, one at the sink and the other leaning against one of the stall doors. He nodded in acknowledgement to them and walked over to the urinal. As he was unzipping his pants, he felt a body near him. Turning, he saw one of the men standing directly behind him, also unzipping his pants.
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Introduction: 2 Students have fun at a University, although one might be getting into more than he thought.

As Mr. Morrison lectured us about why we won’t amount to anything in life because we’re lazy kids unlike those of “his” generation, my eyes began to wonder. Being a straight guy without having a single gay urge during my entire life I was very confused when my eye was caught by another guy sitting a row of chairs away from me. Now, this wasn’t and glance, this was a full on stare, and I couldn’t stop! I kept staring at his tanned arms and nice biceps, the fabric of his shirt was thin and faded and I could see his cut abs through it. He must’ve noticed my staring because he looked over at me and smiled.
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I read every word. Then I read it again. “This is to certify that ———– has been Honorable Discharged from the United States Navy, etc., etc., etc.” My sea bag was packed, I was wearing my dress blues and my shoes were shined. I headed for the quarterdeck one last time. A snappy salute to the Officer of the Deck and a salute to the flag, my sea bag on my shoulder, I descended the gangplank to the pier. I turned around and looked at the ship once more, the ship that was my home for the past three years. As all sailors do, I had a great affection for my ship. We were in battle together. We survived. I was proud to have served aboard her. I saw Pete waving to me from the hanger deck.
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