Gay for XXX

Aphex was the greatest super hero of our state. Everyone loved him. And who could blame them. He was beautiful and gentle, heroic and respectful. He had everything a guy could want and women loved. He was 6′6” tall and had to be at least 400 lbs. He was ripped beyond all definition. You could see his abs and chest strain against the sleeveless spandex he wore as he flew across the city. His back was wider than most doors, and he had to be careful entering rooms because he could easily take chunks of the door frame out. His arms were like bowling balls, huge and powerful, squirming like living creatures when he lifted a bus that would be in danger. His legs were like the columns of city hall, thick and titanic, bulging against the pants he wore, threatening to rip them to shreds every time he squatted. And I loved him. Not the kind of love that passer byes had, enjoying his feats of heroism. No, I loved every inch of his body. I loved the way his jet black hair flowed in the wind as he flew. I loved the black stubble that constantly adorned his face. I loved how his muscles rippled with power as he did nothing more than breathe. I loved his beautiful green eyes as he gazed into the video camera. And I loved how he saved my life one night.
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For Andrea.

Okay, here goes. I’ve never attempted anything like this before, reaching into my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies for another’s pleasure. Well, maybe not the deepest, darkest but ask me about that another time… And why should this be deep and dark? Enough, here goes. I hope you like it.

It is a balmy summer’s evening and we have come out into the still warm,, still, warm eve to enjoy the sound of grasshoppers and the smell of the grass and to give Bruno a romp. We chat of this and that, of home and love and an upcoming trip. Unexpectedly we see a figure coming over the hill. At first he is silhouetted against the sunset and he cuts a strange figure. Walking with a cane he clearly does not need he carries what appears to be a portfolio case. Also he wears a hat and is slim. He is rather reminiscent of Charlie Chaplin at a distance but as he approaches the similarity fades. I squeeze your hand for reassurance.
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I’ve told you how I met Anthony [First Time With A Man]. At a porno video store visiting in his town on business. About half drunk. Sucked his big, black cock through a glory hole. He sucked me off. Invited himself to my hotel room. We sucked some more. He fucked me.

After that I visited his town as often as possible for him to use me. Eventually he used me with others – members of his family, his friends [Anthony and Friends]. I keep going back to his town. Can’t get enough of him, or his friends for that matter. He makes me feels so good.
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After Anthony had taken me for the first time he started using me – a married, white man, company executive – on a regular basis. I made sure it would happen by making myself available to him on business trips to his town. That Anthony had taken me had a double meaning. One, he took me to my hotel room from a porno video store after we had exchanged blow jobs in a sleazy, glory hole booth. Two, he took me as a slave for his big, rough workers body, 6’ 4” about 240#, and oversized cock, a full 9×6 inches. [See the earlier story – First Time With A Man for the details.]
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There is this little adult theater in West Palm Beach called the Follies Theater, where I like to go now and then. Having just turned 60, with a bit of a gut, and my hair starting to show silver, I don’t get that many looks from other guys. I’m married, and my wife stopped liking sex a few years ago, so I started going their to hopefully get a blowjob now and then. Of course as time went on, I started yearning to do some sucking too, so it ended up that I would go there and get sucked, or it would be me doing the sucking. In fact, several times I would sit there and have someone between my knees sucking on my little 5 incher, while someone else was standing beside me feeding me their cock.
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I’ve always considered myself totally heterosexual, and never even considered a sexual experience with another guy. That was until I began surfing the net. I began to find sites like this and others which had stories and pictures posted of men enjoying other men sexually. I began to think about it more and more, and for the first time in my life fantasized about other men while masturbating. Since watching women masturbate was always my biggest turn-on, it only seemed natural that the thought of men masturbating might also excite me… I was right.
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Alex and Matthew ran with speed to Matthew’s bedroom and fell laughing onto the bed. They could hear their Grandmother downstairs cursing as she cleaned the flood of water caused by the boys energetic anal fucking in the bathtub. They were too drunk on pleasure to care of the work that they had caused their ageing guardian.

They fooled around as they dried themselves. Alex placed Matthew’s penis in his mouth and made him erect. He suckled at the cock and Matthew whimpered like an injured puppy. Alex bobbed up and down on the sex, taking it fully into his mouth. Matthew moaned and thrust upwards. When Matthew came it was because Alex rubbed his ass. His ass hole twitched and Matthew ejaculated. He bit his lip as his semen flooded Alex’s mouth. Alex sucked his cousin’s cock until the come was spent. Then he spat the come into a water glass.
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Thanks for the feedback on my first story. Here’s another true story that happened recently. I got comments that said my first one was too short. I tried to be more descriptive this time.

Anyway, on with the story. Hope you like it.

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I’ve seen him at the gym before, but haven’t seen him there over the past few months. After sitting in the jacuzzi, he would sit on one of the chairs facing it, naked, and take a nap. It was great because I would be able to stare at him and not have to worry about him looking back at me like I was doing something wrong.
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So, I’ve done it again. I’ve sucked cock for the third time…

I don’t know why I do it, because I always feel awful afterwards. It’s the guilt of it all; cheating on my girlfriend, casual sex (with a guy, no less), and who knows what else.

But when that feeling comes along, I want it bad and will do what it takes to get it and love it while I’m doing it.

I was in that frame of mind when Dan (see previous stories) popped online. I quickly turned the chat to sex which he said made him hard, so I offered to help him with that and invited him over. He told me to be naked and waiting when he got there, so I did as I was told. I stripped naked, popped in some gay porn and settled in for the wait. In no time, I was sampling my own pre-cum that was oozing out of my cock slit, with my mouth watering for the taste of Dan’s thick meat. Within thirty minutes he knocked at the door, which I answered while still naked, my hard cock bobbing and dripping in front of me.
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This is about the second time I’ve sucked cock, and it’s also true.

It had been about two weeks since I had sucked cock for the first time, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Dan, whom I had met on internet chat, was the guy, but I hadn’t seen him online for awhile. When he finally came on one evening, we started chatting and the talk quickly turned to sex. I essentially invited myself over to his place and he readily agreed, but said he didn’t have much time as he was going to work out with some friends that night. That wasn’t a problem for me. I just wanted to feel his cock in my mouth again and this time I wanted to swallow all of his cum. Since time was a factor, I told him to be naked when I got there, which he had no problem with.
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