Gay for XXX

Chapter One

I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn”t. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up.

Toby’’s Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, smoky, not very fancy, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby’’s also catered to gays. Not openly. He didn”t advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former Marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. He liked it and stayed. Nobody messed with him.
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Are you obsessed with gay sex? Come on, tell me the truth. Do you get all worked up at the very mention of it? Does the thought of a man fucking another man turn you on? Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to be the first to admit that I am completely obsessed with doing it with the guys. My name is Roger Stanley and gay sex is my addiction. It’’s my favorite thing to do. There’’s something deliciously naughty about it. Maybe that’’s why I am such a sexual enthusiast.

I was first introduced to gay sex by my friend Nick back when I went to an all-male catholic School. I had recently turned eighteen. I was a tall, somewhat chubby black male in a school filled with white males. There were no black girls around. I missed my black girls. There’’s nothing in the world quite like a fine-looking black woman. Black females embody the feminine mystique. I was stuck in an all-male environment and there were no sexy girls around. I missed my old girlfriend Violet. She knew how to take care of a brother’’s needs. But she wasn”t around. What’’s a horny brother to do? I decided to test the waters of sexuality, as they say. Now, let me be the first to say that I am not queer or anything. I am just a horny dude who wanted to enjoy himself during his last year of high school.
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Sweat poured off Deacon’’s body as he pumped his hard cock inside Dave’’s tight asshole. “Yeah take it all you silly little bitch,” Deacon yelled as he slapped his partner’’s tight ass with pure lust.

Dave reached down between his legs and tugged his own cock milking in hard as his lover pumped his ass with his tool. God this was hot sweaty male on male sex just as it should be he thought. Dave had been craving this punishing anal assault for the past two weeks while his lover had been away and now he was filled to the brim with Deacon’’s hard cock inside his ass.
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My drink tasted great, just want I needed. I”d been struck in traffic for over an hour, and with no air conditioner, I had built up quite a thirst. I looked around the bar, and was surprised, though I shouldn”t have been, by the fact that there were no women in the bar. Ever since my girlfriend had been away on business I had tired to build up the courage to fulfill my fantasy of being with a man. Now here I was.

I began to feel a little uncomfortable, as the men were checking me out, knowing that they wanted my masculine looking body, to have their way with me. Yet, I had no desire to be with any of them. I was beginning to think this had been a mistake. I figured I”d just finish my drink and head home. It was then that he walked into the bar. It was strange. I”d fantasized about being with a man, a faceless man. No one I”d ever seen had brought sensations that would make me want to make love to them. He was different.
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“Yeah, you can come over to my house after school on Friday and spend the night. Then we”ll go spend the rest of the weekend out at your farm. Sounds like a good plan.”

I hung up the phone and went back to doing my homework for the next day. I wanted to make sure that everything was done so that Mom didn”t object to having my buddy, Dusty, over and then us going to the farm. My parents both approved of Dusty as a friend and thought of him as a good influence. And, my sisters thought Dusty was nice to have around because they thought he was cute.
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Author’’s note: This story is very loosely based on a true reminiscence I found posted on the Net. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. KN

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Years ago, I had a job that kept me on the road a lot. Sometimes I had to share a room. On one trip I went with Ethan, who had been at the company only a few months. We got along well at work, even though he was married and I was gay. He knew about me and didn”t seem to have a problem with it. It’’s not like he had to be seen with a flaming queen in public. I kept my private life private and to the outside world I looked and acted pretty conservative. Underneath, though, I liked to freeball or wear a jock, even to work. It was my quiet way of making a statement, and besides, it felt great.
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These real events took place a little over 30 years ago, while both my wife and I were college students.

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Left Behind – Part 1

Cruising out to Rick’’s on my sled I was enjoying the cool weather and familiar surroundings this visit back home was doing for me. It had been almost a year since a promotion transported me away from the rolling, piney wood hillsides, soft green grass and beautifully, majestic magnolias of my birthplace.

A sense of dread over the long ride back to Texas came over me leaning over to turn into the dirt path driveway that led down into the holler to Rick’’s old homestead. Noticing several vehicles in various states of condition were strewn around the front and on the far side of the house there was no telling who might be home this time of the afternoon.
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“Long day again, baby?”

You simply nod as you make your way to the bed and flop down on your back. I help take off your shoes and jacket and go to the kitchen to bring you a cold drink. When I get back you have nearly fallen asleep already. I smile and set the drink on the nightstand and sit next to you on the bed. You look up at me sleepily.

“What did you do today?” you ask.

“Oh nothing just waited for you to come home. I ordered out for supper early and put it in the refrigerator to heat up later when you feel like it.”
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Last season I played soccer in college. I enjoyed playing so much, however, I enjoyed what came after a whole lot more.

One night after losing our home game, I walked up the field, and up to the school gym. I was a freshman in college, 20 years old on the soccer team. After our home games, no one usually showered at school.. the guys normally just drove home and showered there. Well it was a long game, double over-time, and I was tired as hell and need refreshing, so I decided I was going to take a shower. As I was getting ready to head into the locker room, the Janitor said he was locking the doors and when I exit, exit through the side door, it will lock behind me. He also told me to let anyone else know as well. I complied with him, and figured I was the last one in. I walked in and saw one of my teammates, Matt, sitting with his head in his hands. Matt was about 6” and had a thin soccer body. He had a 6 pack, was semi tan, from playing out in the sun. He had brown hair and bright green eyes to die for.
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