Larry Rose was his name. Everyone in school knew he was gay and made jokes about him getting it up the butt. The upperclassmen would pull him into the head now and then and make him suck their dicks. Then they'd piss on him and push his head in the toilet. That didn't seem to stop Larry from carrying on as usual with his gay walk and that whiny high-pitched voice. Nobody could stand him and I was no exception although I never really messed with him. But one night I was staying late at school for one reason or another and as it got on in the evening it got real dark out. So as I was heading home I took a short-cut through the back of Rutherford's yard. All the kids do it to the point there's a path worn and the tree limbs are bent or broken off so it's not too hard to get through even at night. Just before you get to the part where you go left and off to the road again Rutherford's got this little area surrounded by these tall pine trees. It's really secluded 'cause at the bottom of the trees there's lots of bushes and things and in the center of this is a miniature log cabin. I guess, years ago, Rutherford's had a pool but had it filled in with dirt and so all that's left is this cabin where I guess they used to change clothes or their kids would play or whatever. Sometimes when you couldn't find anyplace to go and you wanted to fuck your girlfriend you could do it in the cabin. There was this beat up mattress on the floor and you could spread your coats over it and fuck. So I was horny thinking about all the guys that must have fucked their chicks in this cabin and I decided to sneak in to see if anyone was fucking right then. Well sure enough I heard noises. The closer I got the more I could tell that there was fucking going on in there but with more than just a couple people. So I real quietly snuck up and listened by the window. The moon was shining kind of bright and it gave off just enough light through the window on the other side of the cabin that I could see pretty much what was going on. And here in the middle of this cabin on the mattress was Larry Rose getting it up the ass big time by Swecker who had a fucking dick on him like my arm. In and out in big long strokes I watched Swecker fuck that ass of Rose's and Rose was on his knees bent over with his hands behind him pulling his buns apart and arching his ass up at Swecker. There were a couple other guys in there too but I couldn't tell who they were right off. One guy was taking off his clothes and another was putting his on, so I guess they were taking turns fucking Rose's butt, one after another. The guy that was taking off his clothes looked a lot like a friend of mine named Steve but I knew it wasn't 'cause when he dropped his pants his dick dropped out and let me tell you it put Swecker's to shame. Just about that time Swecker was going at Rose's hole like a rabbit and he was slapping his ass and the back of Rose's head and then I guess he shot his wad off 'cause he was jerking around and then stopped fucking and pulled his dick out. It was really gross too 'cause it made this hollow wet plop sound when the head of his dick came out. The guy that looked like Steve didn't seem to care about that, he just kicked Rose in the ass and told him to spread his buns. Rose did and he spit a few times on Rose's hole not like I'm sure it needed it after the noise it was making with Swecker's dick slopping out. Then he rammed that fucking cock in. It was wild to see him ride that butt of Rose's. Rose didn't move the whole time. He just stayed there, up on his knees and whimpered like the fucking whore that he was. I could tell that guy didn't give a shit about Rose 'cause he started ramming him like a dog, harder and faster to the point I could hear his balls slapping against Rose's butt. And he was pushing Rose's face onto that beat up mattress as he plowed into his hole. I was really getting hard taking all this in thinking what it would be like to stick my dick in that hole of Rose's. So this Steve-like guy gets off and pulls out of Rose like Swecker did. What a fucking dick that guy had on him. It seemed like he was pulling forever before it finally plopped out. I started thinking what a fucking deep hole that Rose must have and I was wondering just how many dicks had been up in it making him happy. About that time this Steve-like guy picked up Rose's shirt and wiped his dick off on it and pushed it into Rose's face who was looking around about then. He pulled his pants up, and then he gave Rose another kick in the ass knocking him across the mattress and I heard his head hit against one of the logs in the wall. This Steve-like guy pulls out some rope from his jacket pocket and reached down and grabbed Rose by his feet. Rose still had his pants down and they were bunched around his ankles. This was the first time I saw Rose struggle but it didn't last long 'cause this guy had him hog tied in less than a minute then he stuffed Rose's shirt in his mouth and rolled him up against the wall and started laughing. Then he left. Well, I waited for a couple minutes until that Steve-like guy had gone past the trees and out to the street then I headed in. My dick was still hard from watching that arm-like cock of-that guy's slide out of the hole of Rose's. So I grabbed the rope by the center point and lifted Rose out of the corner and back onto the mattress. I told him if he wanted to get out of that log cabin he'd better just do what I told him and he did. I made him roll over on his knees and shoulder, still tied, just so I could get an angle on his hole. I unzipped my pants and my dick popped out. I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life as I was right then. I grabbed hold of my dick and plowed it into that wet fucking hole of Rose's and it slid in no problem at all. It was the first time I'd ever stuck my dick in a butthole before and it was great. It felt real warm and I could feel the cum from those guys in there making it real easy to get going. It kinda felt like a chick when they get really turned on and sloppy. So I started ramming him thinking about how he had been taking it a few minutes before me with all those guys and all of a sudden my nuts felt like they were gonna explode and I shot off in his butt. It was great 'cause when I did Rose was tightening up and squeezing all the cum from my cock into his hole. So I stayed in that position for a minute or so 'til I got back to reality and decided I'd better get the fuck out of there before someone else came along. I pulled my cock out of Rose and jerked the shirt out of his mouth to wipe off my dick. He asked me to untie him and I thought about it for a minute or two then decided I'd better or somehow I'd end up getting blamed for the whole thing and that was something I didn't feel like dealing with, so I let him loose. He bent over and kissed me on the cheek and I knocked him across the room with the back of my hand. I'll say one thing though, that whore was the best fucking piece of ass I've ever had.
When I was living in Illinois a few years ago, I would drive into Chicago quite a lot. Usually I'd take the tollway which was loaded with trucks (and truckers). If it was spring or summer, I'd usually wear cut-offs which were easy to slip off. I'd pull up next to some huge semi or oil truck and whip out my dick. I'd usually get some kind of response. Those who weren't interested pulled away, those that were kept pace with my car as I jacked away. Sometimes the truck drivers must have said something over the CB, because I'd have trucks driving up out of nowhere. Usually I'd jack off and let my dick shoot all over my hand just when I was sure someone was watching. Once while pulling on my dick next to a hot looking trucker, he tugged his horn and signaled for me to follow him. I was a little hesitant, but I followed him off the tollway, my dick throbbing in anticipation. He pulled into a forest preserve, and I followed. He parked, and I pulled in next to him. I sat waiting, and he climbed out of his truck. He was dark, Italian-looking, hot and sweating in grubby jeans and an old t-shirt. He looked me over, cocked his head, and climbed back into the truck. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to follow him, but I did. By the time I'd climbed in, he was in the sleeping compartment with his fat uncut dick out and ready. It was a really hot day, so the cab reeked with sweat and man smell. I could've come right then. It didn't take long for both of us to get naked. I dove for his dick and tried to get as much down my throat as possible. I love licking between a man's balls and really getting my nose down there, so I kept him occupied with that for a while, but he was impatient and wanted something else—my ass. He was kind of rough with me which excited me more. He wasn't what you'd call a considerate lover. I knew he was just interested in getting his rocks off in my ass. It didn't take long. About 10 or 15 good long thrusts did it. I didn't come, but I knew I could take care of that later. Nothing was said between us other than the names he'd called me (fucker, cocksucker, faggot, etc.) climbed out of the truck and got in my car. He pulled out first and blew his horn. Guess that was his "thanks".
My father was a career Navy man. He used to have buddies over all the time, but never more than one at a time. My mom was a waitress and generally didn't get home till maybe two in the morning. Anyway one summer when I was 19, my father and one of his drinking buddies got plotzed and my father stumbled off to bed at about 10 p.m. He had me make up the sofa for his buddy who stripped down to his boxer shorts, laid down, and passed out. I just stayed there in the living room, in my bathing suit, and watched TV. I also kept an eye on the well-built sailor, snoring peacefully on the sofa. Before an hour was up, he had kicked the sheet off himself. He was dark blonde, with a hairy chest and belly. And the fly of his boxer shorts was open. But he was asleep, or so I thought. I started massaging my crotch, but saw no immediate response from him. Soon I was getting off on the feel of the soft bathing suit material on my cock, and allowed myself the luxury of a good hand job right in the living room. Then the sailor caught my attention. He had his cock out, poking through his fly, and he was stroking it slowly. He looked me in the eye and then his gaze went to my crotch. His cock was maybe 6 inches, circumcised, and not too fat. "Hey kid, let's see what you got," he said. I stood up, walked to the sofa, and pulled my bathing suit down around my knees. My cock jutted out in front of me. He took it in his hand and stroked it, gently at first. Then he started jacking it stronger, and after a few minutes I thought was going to shoot. But then he stopped, took my hand and placed it around his prick. It felt great and it was happening right in my own house! All my sex until then had been in tea rooms, parks, the Y.M.C.A. shower, but this was at home, and it made me that much hotter. I jacked his dick for a while, then I moved so that my cock would be right in front of his face. He grabbed my dick, jacked it a few times, and took it in his mouth. He sucked slowly, taking it all the way down. He continued for a few minutes, then suggested we get into bed. I was a little concerned at what would happen if my father woke up, but the thought of getting sucked off, and, more than that, sucking off one of my father's friends in my own bed was too much for me to say no. We went to my bedroom, shucked what little clothes we had on, and laid down. He started sucking my cock, then went down farther and licked and sucked my balls. He went back to my cock, then upward to my nipples, all the while saying he'd never done it before. (He couldn't have been more than 33, which was my father's age.) Then it was back to my cock, my balls, and then something new for me. He started sucking my toes. I went crazy. I reached for his dick and took it in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. Then he was back on my cock. We 69'ed, sucked each other's balls, and he ate my ass. It was great. He started cumming, and I took it all. He sucked me till I was ready to cum. Then he pulled off abruptly and said he wanted it in the ass. He got down on his hands and knees and using his spit, he lubricated his asshole. He sucked my cock a little more, then I proceeded to push it into him, slowly because I thought I'd cum immediately. I fucked slowly, pulling almost completely out, then pushing it in all the way to my balls. The sailor was moaning and I was sweating, and I guess we made too much noise, because as I started to come in that hot ass, the light snapped on. It was my father. I couldn't stop. I continued fucking, letting my cum flow into my father's buddy's ass. Then I felt a hand on my balls, twisting them just enough to be pleasurable as I finished my orgasm. The sailor collapsed, with me on top of him, my cock still buried in his ass, both of us drenched in sweat. Finally I knew I had to face my father. was surprised as he had yet to say a word. I rolled over, laid on my back, and met my father's eyes, but instead of anger, I saw amusement. The sailor just laughed and said "Like father like son."
Last time I told you about Sammy, a guy I met at a famous amusement park. Sammy wasn’t the only trick I scored from there. The second guy I pulled out of the park was in another dance area. He was obviously smashed. He was having trouble maneuvering. His buddy was trying to assist him getting out of the area because there were a lot of security people there. The friend appeared to be very pissed. It was near closing time. I followed them. Soon it was clear that they were moving to the exit. Following the pair outside into the parking lot, the drunk one stopped and the two started arguing. The drunk one said he was going back in to try to pick up a chick, and his friend left. I followed the guy back inside. In the next twenty minutes he made a series of really awful moves on girls. He pawed one girl who was with her boyfriend. They were both Latin. The guy was eight inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than the drunk, and I thought for sure he was going to massacre my target. But nothing happened. The pair just got on a tram to go to their car. The drunk hauled himself into the next tram, and I jumped in beside him. He was totally oblivious to me. When he got off, I followed. He stood around, barely able to stay on his feet. I walked up and asked him if he was lost. He said he couldn't find his buddy. We stood around talking as the parking lot cleared. He said his name was Doug. He held onto a sign post so he could stand up. When it was obvious that his friend had left without him, I offered to take him home with me. I told him I would drive him home the next morning, that I was too tired to take him home that night. He said okay. As soon as we got home, I helped Doug out of his clothes. He had told me he was 20. He was about 6' and 160 pounds, fair complexion, medium length blond hair. He had a nice, somewhat meaty body. His cock turned out to be six or seven uncut inches, quite big around. He passed out almost immediately, lying on his side. I wasted no time handling his cock and balls. His cock began to swell. He made a few soft, pleasurable groans, turned over on his back and placed the nearest leg over mine. I continued to fondle his cock and balls for a while. Then I turned around on the bed and went down on him. As he continued to lie there, apparently asleep, I sucked away. When I tried to stick a finger up his ass, his buns tightened and he pulled away. But I continued sucking and in a few minutes he gave me a good sized load. He turned back on his side. I did the same and was asleep in no time. I woke up a few hours later. Doug was still on his side, his butt aimed my way. I got myself hard and greased up. I put some grease in Doug's crack, then up his ass. No complaints from him, in fact no response at all. I moved forward and stuck my cock in his ass. No resistance. I was prepared to hang on if he tried to pull away. Instead he threw his leg over mine and pushed back into me. I fucked him that way for a long time, reaching over him to play with his tits. He continued groaning but pretended to be asleep. I couldn't hold out much longer. I rolled Doug onto his belly, mounted him without pulling out and then fucked the hell out of him. He gave up pretending to be asleep and started moving a lot with his ass and legs, finally locking his legs over me. I came. fast. Neither of us said anything, we just went back to sleep. When we got up, we had breakfast but still nothing was said about the night before. I drove Doug 40 miles to where he lived. I gave him my phone number, but haven't heard from him.
This past summer I went to a famous amusement park which I better not name here for fear of a lawsuit. Two of the three times I pulled a "straight" guy out of there. Amusement parks are a tough challenge because they’re a place few people go alone. The first time I went, I spotted a terrific-looking Marine. He was wearing civilian clothes, but his Marine haircut gave him away. He was in the dance area of the park with three buddies trying like mad to get a girl, any girl, to dance with him. He made move after move but was turned down by all. He was so overheated he was nearly attacking the girls when he asked them to dance. I watched him make at least twenty tries. One attempt was so funny that I broke up. He spotted me laughing and realized why. His face clouded over.. .he looked really pissed. Then he broke into a grin and began to laugh, too. I moved in and we began to rap about his bad luck. He said his name was Sammy. He was from a small town in Georgia. He had been in the Marines a year and a half and was stationed at Camp Pendleton near San Diego. It turned out that his buddies were just some other Marines he'd run into inside the park. He had taken a bus alone from Pendleton to the park. He said he needed a drink, and I told him he was in the wrong place, why didn't he come back to my place with me. I brazenly said I might also be able to do something about his bad case of the hots. He grinned at me, said goodbye to his buddies, and we were off. Before we cleared the parking lot. Sammy had moved next to me and slung his left arm over my shoulders. He was 20,5'9", 195 pounds. He was built like a solid halfback. He had a handsome, finely featured face. His mouth was small and well formed. His teeth were even and very white. His short hair was brown and his eyes a bright blue. He had a rich brown tan and his cheeks had a reddish flush. On the way home Sammy talked constantly. He told me the first time he had sex with a guy it was with a neighbor on a camping trip. He said he had made it with other males, guys his age up to a man about 35 who had been traveling through and picked him up hitching. Sammy had a terrific attitude about sex. He said he had never felt any guilt. He believed in doing anything that felt good, and that nearly everything he had done with guys and girls had felt just fine. He said he thought he'd eventually get married. He liked the idea of the stability of having a wife, and he wanted to have kids. But he said he didn't plan to ever give up having sex with guys. As soon as we got to my place, we sat on the living room couch and began to make out, both of us still fully clothed. Soon I was backside down on the couch and Sammy was laid out on top of me. He was a romantic. He loved to kiss and feel and pet. We moved into the bedroom, stripped and got down to business. Sammy was all over me. I've never had sex with a more energetic, enthusiastic partner. While I sucked his hard 6" dick, he was starting to produce a lot of pre-cum. He pulled loose and asked me to fuck him. He got on the edge of the bed on his hands and knees. I had him place his face and shoulders flat on the bed. I got off the bed, leaned down, spread his ass cheeks, and rimmed him. Sammy went nuts. I was glad I lived in a house instead of an apartment. He was making enough noise to raise the dead. He squirmed around so much I had to grab hold of his thighs to hold him in place. Then I had him turn onto his back. I jammed his legs against his chest. tongued and sucked his cock and balls. Then I returned to rimming him. He really opened up. I got two fingers entirely up his ass with no problem. As I worked my fingers around, he thrust up his ass to push against each move. I stuck a third finger up his hole and really began to pump in and out. He bleated he couldn't stand any more, for me to please fuck him. I applied KY to my cock and his ass and stuck my fat 7" in right up to my groin. The velvety lining of Sammy's ass fit my cock like a glove. I fucked him slowly, reaching up to kiss his face and knead his small nipples. I wanted to cum like mad, but wanted to keep fucking even more. The first time I pulled out to avoid coming, Sammy swung around and grabbed my wet cock. He ate it wildly. I forced his mouth off my cock to avoid shooting off. Returning to the legs-up position, I fucked Sammy another ten minutes or so. He had begun to jack himself off. He came shortly after I did. For the next ten hours we alternately slept and had more sex. Finally we got up and went to dinner. Both of us ate like pigs after all the sex and no food for better than half a day. Then I drove Sammy to the bus station and happily paid his fare back to Pendleton. He has bussed up to L.A. and spent the weekend with me twice since then. Last time he said he wanted to come up next time with a buddy. They haven't got it on, but Sammy's sure the guy wants to. I'm horny as hell thinking about the possibility.
It wasn't until about three years ago, when I was 46, that I engaged in my first man-to-man sex. By then I had become obsessed with homo-sex, reading all I could get, renting porn DVD’s, and, after I could no longer resist, I got the guts to go to a gay bar. I made an excuse of working late to my wife, and I went to the bar after work. It just so happened that this bar was very active, lots of men, all ages, and all apparently on the make. I was very nervous at first and felt out of place, but after a few beers I began to relax. I stopped glancing around worried someone there might recognize me. I realized the world wasn't coming to an end just because I was in a bar looking for someone to suck me off. After an hour or two a young man, about 23, young enough to be my son, came over and started talking to me. His name was Richard, he was fair-haired, and had a good body in jeans and shirt. He was very good-looking, nothing feminine about him. He sat next to me and asked if I was afraid to move since he'd been watching me stand in one spot at the bar over an hour. I told him it was my first time in a gay bar, and he told me to relax as he put his hand on my thigh. As we talked, he began to stroke my leg. I got a hard-on immediately and was petrified that someone would see it. He moved his hand up to my crotch and began rubbing my stiff cock through my pants. I thought I would cum. Then he took my hand and put it in his crotch. He, too, had a hard-on, and after some urging from him, I began to rub his cock. He wanted to unzip my fly, but I wouldn't let him. He told me he found me very attractive, that he liked older men with salt-and pepper hair, that he liked my straight manner, and then told me that we should get it on. I explained that I'd never had sex with another man, and he said that in that case, he would make sure I'd enjoy it, and that he would be patient if I turned out to be a slow learner. Since Richard was the first man to ever rub my cock, I knew I was at the point of no return, but because of my wife, I couldn't take him home, and Richard told me lived with his parents, so I called a nearby hotel and told them I was at the airport and would arrive in half an hour. I checked in with just my brief case, and about 15 minutes later Richard arrived. Once in the room, he grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I was startled at first but soon relaxed and reciprocated. Richard starting undressing me and in no time I was down to my jockey shorts with my stiff cock poking out of the top of the waistband. He asked me to undress him, and I did. I discovered he had a nice firm body, large nipples, a hairy chest, and a cock and balls that certainly filled out his jockey shorts. We kissed some more, grinding our cocks into each other. Then Richard bent and kissed my nipples. He knelt down and began to rub his face into my crotch. He pulled down my shorts and told me he liked my thick uncut cock. He licked my inner thighs and balls. I couldn't understand why he didn't just suck my cock. He slipped around to my ass and kissed the cheeks and hairy crack, then he kissed my ass hole. I almost came, which I think he sensed. He got up, took my hand, and put it on his stiff prick, which I started to massage. I knew I should do to him what he'd just done to me, but I couldn't suck his cock or his ass. I kissed around his crotch, but he became impatient and forced his cock head into my mouth. Little by little I was able to take more of his cock into my mouth. For the first time I had to contend with an 8-incher but luckily it wasn't too thick. Richard kept telling me to suck it, and was amazed how hard and slick his cock was. I began to enjoy it, but I was afraid I'd panic if he came in my mouth. He then lifted me up by my armpits, and he knelt between my legs and just licked the shaft and head of my cock. He did it over and over, just licking, and I told him I couldn't take much more, that I wanted him to suck my cock like I'd done for him. So he swallowed it in one motion down to my balls. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders since he was suddenly sucking me with a hard furious motion. I couldn't hold back, and in less than a minute, I shot my load into his mouth. It was an orgasm like I'd never had. After so many years of imagining what it would be like, it was more pleasure than I'd ever expected. Richard swallowed it all with no problem. He then laid me down on the bed and straddled my chest, pointing his stiff cock at my face. His warm body on me felt good. He began to beat his meat in my face as I watched with fascination. He told me to suck it, and this time, after what he'd just done to me, I complied with no hesitation. After a few awkward attempts, I began to get the hang of it. He took his finger, wet it with spit, and rammed it up his ass. In and out it went while I sucked him. He started almost yelling at me to suck it harder, to make him cum. Without any warning he shot his load of cum. He told me that for a first blow job, I didn't do so bad. We settled back on the bed and did lots more exploring of one another's bodies. We got in a 69 position, and I imagined it to be like sucking yourself. I still couldn't rim his ass like he did to me, but he said that ass-eating comes with time. Richard was a good teacher, and I was pissed off for denying myself this pleasure all those years. Since then I have tried to make up for lost time.