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I had a request to write a story like this – and well the thought got me going so what the heck – here it is! By the way to all those who have enjoyed my last few stories and written to me – thank you. I apologise for some of the spelling errors and I will attempt to better proof read and spell check in the future.

We are always being told in everything you read that the time people tend to experiment with sex is in their teenage years or in their early 20s. Well here I am, 30 years old and I have not had anything but straight sex with a few women. I am not saying the sex with them has been bad – quite the opposite, but when it gets down to it all I have tried is a few of the usual positions. Now I am 30 years old and lately all I can think about is experimenting a little more when it comes to sex.
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“Jake, Jake! Wake up Jake. Jake!”

My eyes opened and I groggily realized that my surgery was over and that I was in recovery. The nurse then told me as much, and asked me if I felt any pain. I could not respond, because my jaw was immobile. She handed me a pad and I wrote, “The fear of gagging is worse than the pain.” She showed me how to use the suction device to keep my mouth and throat clear of blood and saliva. That device became my best friend for the next several days.

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I was perhaps nineteen when my adventure with Louis happened. The year was 2004. It was the year George Bush defeated Jon Kerry, the good guy among the Democrats, and took the White House. It was the year I lost faith in the system, and found myself becoming a misanthrope after seeing so much lying, cheating and backstabbing, both among normal people and those in power. As a young black man studying Political Science in college, I was crestfallen and not a happy camper at all.

The summer had come and I was a lonely guy. School was over. Unlike most people, I actually really like school. I really liked Rover College. Partly because it’s the only school in the nation where there are more male students than females, and also more black people than other races. I like to see black male-positive places. There are so few of them. That’s the way I see things and I don’t apologize at all for it. I stick to my views, in victory or in defeat. That’s the kind of man that I am.
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When I started chatting with and mailing letters and stories to him, it was just fun sexy electronic play. We talked about everything. Most of the time it was real hot and we’d both cum to the stories and chats.

Then after about three months of this we began making suggestions to meet each other. I live and work in Long Beach. Jerry lives in Cleveland. So the hardest part was where and when to meet. I had been planning to take a vacation and wanted to go to Mexico for a few days. When I suggested this to Jerry, he was all for it. So, we planned our visit to Mexico over the Internet. Each time I received or sent an e-mail about the trip there would be a fantasy story.
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What I used to believe was a vulgar and depraved lifestyle ended up changing my life completely around. I’m 31 years old, and have been straight as an arrow since adolescence. I’m your average looking white man, nothing to really brag about, yet never had any complaints from the few women I’ve shared a bed with. I have a slightly big build, and a gut on me that I was now determined to get rid of. So, like every other guy, I raced off to join the gym, and set out to change my overall appearance.
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I was taking a drive on a clear summer day, the type of drive where you don’t know or care where you end up as long as you have the windows down and a good song on the radio. I pulled into the small town of Scituate, Massachusetts; a town known for its picturesque quality, where the shops are small and pricey and a car costing under $30,000 is rarely seen. I maneuvered my beat up old car through the immaculately kept streets of the town suddenly feeling a bit out of my element within its boundaries.
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I am currently married and have two kids. Although I have been straight all of my life, I do confess to occasionally fantasizing about having sex with a man. I have never done this but came close on two occasions, both times with the same guy, my roommate from college, Phil. Phil and I roomed together in college for close to four years and were very close as friends. Once I had come home late and had forgotten my keys. I rang the bell and Phil opened the door while standing behind it. As I came through the door and he shut it, I turned around and saw that Phil was naked. (We both slept in the nude). Although it was dark, I noticed that he had a huge hard-on and imagined that I must have interrupted his masturbating. He went right back to bed and I went to my room, shutting the door. I couldn’t get the image of his cock out of my mind. I could still see it, standing straight out, hard as a rock, at least 8 inches. The rest of the night, I jerked my self off, thinking about Phil’s cock.
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As soon as I stepped from the plane into the jet way that served as our passageway to the terminal, I felt the intense heat of the Texas sun. The airport’s acres of asphalt were baking in the summer sun and the hot, stale jet way air took my breath away. I hurried along the corridor to find the relief of the air-conditioned terminal. The cool air of the terminal caused a chill to run along my spine. I was taken aback by the hustle and bustle of the massive Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport. The airport serves as a hub for several large airlines and is a departure point for South American flights. That is why I was here. I was traveling to Buenos Aires for an important business meeting. I had somehow managed to arrange a six-hour layover in Dallas. Although I would be here just a short time, I had reserved a room at the nearby Clarion Suites Hotel. I was assured it was less then a mile from the airport and only minutes by cab.
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Damn I hated train rides. They were always boring and long. However, this one took the cake, I mean, it was hot and sweaty this time, which made things worse!

As I straightened my tie and pants in my sweaty seat, a huge, tanned man came up near the pole I was seated next to.

Oh my god, he was so cute! His long jet black hair flowed down his strong, jacket covered back. His dark, sensous eyes, scanned around the train as he stood there, his prick only inchs away from my hand. His hard, square chest, seemed to rise up away from his body longing to be touched with every breath he made. His long, thick, legs stood un-natually steady on two huge shifty feet. And most importantly of all, the bulge in his tight black jeans told me I had to get this guy at my house!
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Honey was leaving this morning to head down to Miami to visit her cousin Holly for a couple days. I took the day off of work so Zane and I could drive her to the airport. We both kissed her, told her to be careful, and she was on her way.

On the way back to the house we were both pretty quiet, usually Honey kept up the conversation. About half-way home Zane laid his hand on my thigh and light stroked; guess we didn’t need the small talk. Driving down busy streets with his hand stroking my thigh got me really going; my cock was swelling inside my jeans begging for some release. Another mile or so closer to home, Zane rested his hand on my swollen prick. He slowly undone my zipper and slipped his hand into the already too tight area between my legs, hr grasped my cock and started pumping. At the next red light I stepped harder on the brake, lifting my ass giving Zane room enough to pull my cock out of my pants. His hands were so soft and they felt so good wrapped around my shaft pumping. When we finally got on less crowded roads I reached over and took hold of the back of his neck, he undone his seatbelt as I pulled him down to my cock. He opened his mouth and took as much of me into his mouth as the position would allow. Zane’s mouth was so hot and wet; he really knew how to give a good blow job. Licking and sucking, lightly nibbling around the head, just the way I like it. We were almost home I could see our street sign. I grabbed his hair tighter and pushed him down harder on my cock, pushing my hips up making him deep throat me. God he was good, I moaned my approval as I turned onto our street. Keeping the SUV at a slow crawl I thrust my hips harder, fucking his mouth. I turned into the driveway and hit the garage door opener; I parked and hit the button again. Shutting off the SUV I slid my seat all the way back, pulling my cock out of Zane’s mouth. Pulling him towards me by the back of his head I found his mouth with mine and kissed him, shoving my tongue in his mouth. I was in no mood for gentle.
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