an old friend

He was my best friend and had been for over 20 years. We had been best buds since we were in the 4th grade and now both of us were in our mid-thirties, married, and both with kids. My wife and I had gone to Long Island to visit him and his wife for a week. We decided to camp out on a local beach, which had camping facilities. It was summer, hot, steamy.
The first day we drank, drank, swam, and drank more. Of course I had seen him naked before, strong, muscular, he had run track in high school and had been very, very good. I was taller and had played football. His soft cock, as that was the only way I had ever seen it, was a bit smaller than mine though I had no idea how big it was when it hardened. I had never really thought of him sexually, which was kind of strange.
That night he and I had taken my 4 wheel out onto the beach. We sat, watching the water and drinking. We talked of old times, our wives, life and, of course sex. Although I had previously had numerous sexual encounters with other males, I did not think he ever had. That night, though, he told me how he and another friend of ours had, when they were teens, played with each other’s cocks. I was amazed, and really interrogated him on it. Finally, he admitted they had blown each other as well. This new information made me look at him differently. Suddenly, where before he had been my best friend, now he was a sexual animal.
As we sat in the jeep we talked and got more personal than we had ever been with each other before. He asked me if I had ever had guy to guy sex and I admitted that I had several experiences but they had all been when I was a lot younger. We talked of our wives and how each would like to fuck the other. We talked of our wives particular sexual likes and dislikes, and that got both of us hot as hell. We discussed a young priest each of us had know when we were young. I had been seduced by him, though I did not tell him that. Knowing that the priest had been gay though, and that my buddy went to the church at which the priest was installed, I asked him if he had ever done it with “Father Paul.” He had laughed, shaking his head, but something in his attitude made me suddenly believe that maybe he had. It was all so new and so exciting.
I can remember it as if it was yesterday, me saying, “shit, I need to jerk off!”
He had laughed, took another pull of his beer and said, “Go ahead, I don’t give a shit.”
I thought he was bluffing and decided to call his bluff. I gripped my cock through my thin bathing suit, laughing as I stroked it. I figured he would back off, give me crap, whatever. But he didn’t. He just looked out the windshield. And so I took the step. I yanked my suit down and grasped my hard seven-inch dick. I waggled it at him, laughing. He laughed a bit too, but quietly. I began to stroke my dick.
“I’ll help, if you want,” he said quietly. And that really floored me.
I stupidly asked, “what?”
He laughed, “kidding asshole.”
But I realized he wasn’t.
“Go ahead,” I dared him. But, embarrassed now he called me an asshole and punched my shoulder.
In a fit of, I don’t know, fun I guess I grabbed his hand and pulled it over onto my naked, hard cock. I expected him to immediately yank it away, but he didn’t. It lay on my dick, like an alien being. After a few seconds, he did pull it away. We were both quiet. It was weird and I suddenly got very, very nervous. Although I had had several experiences before, none had been with friends, much less my best friend. We both realized we were treading on thin ice. Because I was so nervous, my dick softened. We both, at the same time, took another swig of beer and as we both smoked then, lit cigarettes. I didn’t put my dick away, though.
I tried to break the tension, “Shit, man, at least you could have squeezed my dick!” I laughed. But he didn’t. He just drank more beer.
Finally, he said, “you know, I’d suck your cock but it isn’t hard. I don’t suck soft cocks.” I had no idea if he was kidding. His tone had been kind of, well light so I just couldn’t tell.
“Well, that won’t take long to fix.” And with just a few jerks, and my stomach churning, I had stroked my dick to erection. I displayed my erection, “here it is,” I said. And, without another word, he had leaned over and started to blow me. I tell you, I almost passed out I was so shocked. I had believed, really believed, that it would all become a joke between us, but it hadn’t. I couldn’t help it, I moaned, he could really suck cock! But what I wanted was to suck his and I didn’t give a shit if it was hard or soft. I pushed him away.
“What the,” he had started to say, I could tell he was concerned that I had changed my mind, but relaxed when I went to yanking his suit down.
His dick was hard, gorgeous actually. It was a bit shorter than mine, maybe six inches to my seven, but had a big, flared knob. He leaned back and I went down on him. His cock felt natural in my mouth. I took it all down, it wasn’t big. I sucked, nipped the tip, licked his pee hole, and did everything I could to make it good for him. And he was into it, really into it. It all felt surreal. I reached up and tweaked his nipple, and he responded. I twisted it and he thrust his cock all the way back down my throat. I felt his balls, his tight, rubbery asshole. And then he told me he was coming. I could tell he expected me to pull off, let him finish himself with his hand, but I didn’t. He grew frantic, tried to push me off, but I was like a leech. He shot in my mouth. I had tasted cum before, had a dick shoot in my mouth before so I wasn’t surprised, though the force of his ejaculation did surprise me, as did the volume. He had a cum making machine for a set of balls, that is for sure. I swallowed it all, sucked him dry. Then, finally, raised up off his still hard cock.
“Shit, you swallowed it Tory.” he nodded. “And it tasted good.”
He laughed. His chest was covered in sweat; it was close in the Jeep, even with the slight breeze.
“Want me to suck you?”
I shook my head. I realized that I liked sucking more than getting sucked. We got out of the jeep, drank more beer, and lit another cigarette. He pissed on the sand, a strong stream. Watching him do that got me hot again, a memory coming to my mind. When he had finished, just a few drops still dripping from his pee hole, I said, “just let me do it.” I got on my knees and took his soft prick back in my mouth. I could taste his piss. As I blew him this time, I jerked off. He never really got hard again before I shot off all over the sand. When I had finished I stood and we looked at each other, and then started to laugh.
When I crawled into the double sized sleeping bag with my wife, I woke her and we fucked. I later found out that Ron had done the same. Since that night and even though we live so far apart, we have had the opportunities to renew our sexual relationship.

a gay lesson

What his intentions were when he asked me to teach him how to play guitar? I’m not quite sure I know, or that I’ll ever know, and after that day I’m not sure it mattered. Whether he was straight or not, whether he wanted to or not, whether he himself cared or not.
I had liked Eli for about a year after I first saw him in my engineering class, sitting and just in a daze, lost but sure he was where he needed to be. A whole year of silence from him; the guy with the thick brown hair, light hazel eyes, light skin, half built arms and the delicate yet strong, soft hands that I now watched move across the fretboard of my guitar. That same guy sat in my apartment with me; the best piece of decoration in the room.
“No, listen to the song. You gotta slow down a bit or your timing will go all retarded.” I told him, helplessly smiling.
“Yeah I’m sorry, I’m just a bit of a slow learner.” He replied with a semi-chuckle.
“No it’s no problem, I have lots of patience” another helpless smile escaped me, and I turned my head away to avoid making it too obvious that I was more than glad to sit right there, in front of him and just watch him be himself.
He noticed it, or maybe he didn’t all I knew is that he looked at me shortly before turning his concentration back on the music and flashed me that smile that I always wanted to be the author of.
“Here you play something, I’m going to take a break.” He said playfully and handed the guitar over to me. He sat up from the chair next the stereo and threw himself on the carpeted floor, holding his head up with his arms, his chest facing the ceiling.
“Well what are you waiting for? Play something.” He said looking at me.
“Ha! I play whenever I want, but sure if you insist.” I said –and this I admit- with a teasing tone. I started improvising and just playing the first thing that came to mind. The room was silent, except for the sound of the strings, and Eli’s breathing.
The energy simmered down, and the burning desire that I had to kiss him just grew more intense, transcending arbitrarily into the notes my fingers played. The tension boiled, I had to stop.
“Eli?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“What’s that?” he cocked his head my way and left his mouth half opened; half smiling.
Like word vomit:
“Can you not lie like that, because it’s making me really want to kiss you and I’d rather not do that.”
All there was now was dead silence, and that half smile turning taunting. I could have sworn he whispered the next words right in front of me.
“I think I’d rather have you say the truth.”  That was it.
I put the guitar aside careless as to where it landed, and crawled on the carpet all the way till I met his lips. My heart was pumping boiling blood that would steam up had my skin not been impeding it and on my way up through his body up to his lips my hands found their way to his cock. Still through his pants I could feel the bulge pulsating beneath.
Our tongues and lips in perfect unison, and while he may have not mastered rhythm on the guitar, he sure as hell had a way with it in kissing. I stopped it reluctantly, wishing our lips could remain locked and have everything else take care of itself, but I was going to show him what he had asked of me, my honesty.
“You’re right, that was a lie, I not only want to kiss you, I want to have you fucking me till there is not a single drop in you.” The word vomit continued, but it was going oh so well.
I lifted his shirt up to his nipples, kissing them while my hands worked around his abdomen, caressing the area around his pelvic bone. My lips disconnecting and reconnecting the bursts of energy kissing his body gave off.
His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling at an incredible rate, his heart giving sweet bass drum sounds through his skeleton. His shirt was fully off now and only two layers of clothing kept me from where we both wanted me to go.
I however was going to take my time; like I said, I have patience.
I started to kiss lower, tracing the beginning of his jeans with the air of my exhalations. The air returning back from the narrow crevice between his skin and the ring of the jeans smelled just like the rest of his body did, some diluted cross of soap and sweat. The smell of him alone sent a surge of shivers up my spine and I exhaled weakly.
I grabbed his jeans by the pockets and pulled them down lower to the point where they sealed perfectly around his thin and now visible waist. His member trapped more tightly beneath. He was going crazy and loving every damn minute of it (I mean its not like he couldn’t use his own hands).
Before considering the button that seemed to want to burst out of place, I unzipped his pants with my teeth. To him it was a countdown not based on time, but on how generous I would be with his need to explode.
I moved up to his lips and just kept my head right in front of his, he looked at me intently, asking me through his breathing to let him cum already. I teased yet again:
“If you insist.”
My excitement grew, and my hand glided right over his electrifying skin and reached down inside his pants, the button, tight and fidgeting. I felt his penis in my hand, his soft hairs surrounding it, his loaded testicles waiting and wanting release.
My hand escaped and like a flicker the button was undone and I was sliding down the rim of the pants. His boxers hung loosely and those soon were removed from the way leaving in sight Eli’s crotch. There it was like an arrow pointing directly to Eli’s gaping mouth. His balls hung on the side of the [possible] uncut 9 incher twitching between his legs.
I bit my lip, and moved on; I grabbed it first with my hand, the shaft humid with sweat and savored. Now I was just torturing myself, for no other thought occupied my mind but the idea of fitting his bulge inside my mouth. I settled for his balls while I stroked him and I felt them slowly with my tongue, rolling them inside my mouth. Imagining the amounts of cum flowing within, I could just taste it.
“Holy shit what are you doing to me?” Eli asked, the words muttered almost and all he could do was breathe and focus. On what he didn’t know exactly but his nerves switched between three different but equal drives; good, great and amazing.
I licked his cock from the bottom to the top, his mushroom head enameled in pre-cum. I licked it and the sweet taste of it flowed from place to place within my tongue. I only wanted more, and a gasp from Eli told me likewise. I continued to work on him, putting him deep in my throat but not for once forgetting to taste him or feel with every nerve possible the sensation his cock left in its wake.
I felt my own hole softening and opening up periodically waiting for some reward from putting up with all of this. My patience however still persisted, and so did the playfulness. Eli’s however no longer did. He sat up and grabbed me by the hair, nearing his mouth to my ear and said:“My turn bitch.”
He pushed me on my back, the swift shift made me dizzy and I was high for a fraction of a second, which gave him a chance to take off my pants without me even noticing. My shirt slid out effortlessly and my breathing was complimenting his; both perfectly synchronized. My back arched at another surge of pleasure and I gave out a fractured moan.
My declaration delighted him:“I’m all yours” my smile was completely new. Never had I grinned so and somehow he was able to appreciate that.
One of his arms slid behind my back and lifted my torso. I could feel the blood in his arms pulsating back and forth. Our bodies fast paced, but not hurried. He kissed my chest and slid his hands on me. I felt cold goose bumps in contrast with the intense rush of blood.
His voice resonated in my ear. His forcefulness and yet his sensual touch were filling me with ecstasy. His touch followed up to my mouth, I licked and sucked his fingers while he continued kissing my stomach. His hand then disappeared and was nowhere to be felt, and it wasn’t until I no longer felt the strain of my briefs around my waist that I knew where he was headed. My hole was already wet, but his fingers didn’t move in so easily even after I had helped by sucking them. It was all because of the strain of the wanting to be fucked. So I relaxed and his fingers slid in effortlessly. Eli was curling his fingers and making circles while sucking me off.
I was writhing in joy unknown to me from any other guy I’d ever been with.
And just when I was being lifted high Eli slid his fingers out and his cock in. All in one stunning quick motion. The change was so abrupt I sighed and grabbed my hair and held scratched Eli’s back, looking for something to hold on to. He was in me, that magical piece of flesh that I could still taste was inside of me motionless, making me beg for the last push. I pulled him up to kiss him and with the only words I could say and think of I whispered to him
“FUCK ME”
Without missing a beat Eli’s dick started pumping me and every thrust was an incessant hybrid feeling of pain and pleasure which all became an essence of our kiss.
Suddenly the pleasure, that tingly sensation, the emptiness in my stomach was all that was to be felt. No hints of pain.
Eli was jacking me off.
I felt a breath of air around my balls but it was purely delusional, even the fact that I couldn’t tell whether it was cold or hot. But it was certainly not staying the pleasure in my ass and the pleasure in my crotch mixed and Eli’s eyes started to close and squint. His breathing was speeding up and he and I were turning red.
And there it was, that feeling as if the very nerves of my being connected with his into one flow of insane fucking pleasure. His mushroom top was growing and letting out his cum and he pumped hard but writhing sideways, shaking with bliss. I lay there gasping for air, for his cock, for a kiss. I lay there breathless, painless, careless and in the biggest joy anybody had ever given to me. Our breathings relaxed, and he lay beside me still kissing me softly.

first kiss

“I’m done Spiderman, I’m gonna change my clothes.” Ace shouted leaving the gym.

“I’ll climb down this wall ’n join you then.” Nate said as he changed his hand and lowered his body into a triangle position to give his left hand some rest. Then he turned his head downward looking at his mate who was staring at him in surprise. “Hey” he called “I’m getting down. You’re watching me, ain’t you, my dear belayer ?”

Ron nodded his head and took a step toward the wall slowly letting out the rope, lowering Nate, pausing every now and then to adjust the rope in his hands.

 “Ya using glue on your sticky fingers?” Ron asked Nate who was stepping outta his harness and was trying to catch his breath.

“Nope, it needs practice and practice and practice, wanna try it yourself?” Nate said wiping the sweat on his forehead with his hands.

“I dunno, I can hardly stand a second with these.” Ron said pointing to his sneakers.

Nate sat on the floor and undid the laces, taking his shoes one after the other and stretched his toes. “You can wear mine.” handing Ron the shoes.

“Gosh it’s so tight, how you wear these?” Ron asked standing uncomfortably holding a hold with his feet still on the floor.

Nate took his socks off and stood by Ron’s side pointing at a hold not too difficult to hold. “You’re gonna get used to it.” he stretched his body and gripped a hold with both hands and in a flash of light he was on the wall again with bare feet.

“See, it’s so easy. You just gotta concentrate.” Nate said gripping another hold and changing his foot, pausing a few seconds then jumped down.

“Now it’s your turn. Use the same holds as I did, ok?” Nate said smiling and pushing Ron to the wall.

Ron gripped the holds and with some effort pulled his body up, hanging from 4 holds instead of three, doing nothing than just standing motionless.

“Aha, good, now try that green hold on your left.”

-:” no I can’t. I’m not left handed like you.”

“Babe, you’re putting your weight on your right hand, not left. Now grab it!” Nate ordered as he put his hands on Ron’s bottom to help him move upward.

“Good boy, now move your foot. If you stretch a little you can reach there with plenty of good holds. If only I were as tall as you.” Nate said pushing Ron harder towards the wall.

-“I can’t.”

“Yes you can, lower your butt, don’t stick it out like that or I’m gonna bite it.” Nate said pressing his butt harder; trying to help him find his balance but Ron loosened his hands and fell on Nate.

“Hurt?” Nate asked putting his hands on Ron’s chest to avoid falling from back.

“No” Ron struggled up to his feet and grabbed Nate’s hand to help him stand up. But he pulled him so fast and hard, he sprang like a spring jumping into his embrace with their lips a few inches from another.

Nate hesitated for a moment as if he was fighting some hidden demons in his mind then put his hand round Ron’s waist who was still holding his hand and pulled him close enough that he could kiss him easily if he stood on his tiptoes.

Their lips touched gently at first, and then things went out of control by the heat of two sweaty bodies brushing against one another.

Nate started biting and sucking Ron’s lips as he tried to slid his tongue into his mouth but Ron didn’t let him in, just trying to kiss him harder.

Nate put both hands round Ron and held him so tight he couldn’t fight back anymore then he opened his mouth with his tongue and slipped it inside tasting Ron for the first time. He increased his thrusting pace as Ron learned to response in a proper way. Nate lowered his hands to rest on Ron’s hips and kissed him passionately excited by the heat of their bodies touching each other. His gentle touches shivered Ron’s excited body.

“Nate!” Ace shouted furiously seeing his boyfriend kissing somebody else.

Nate loosened his hands and let Ron go, looking at Ace’s eyes he whispered:” sorry, babe”

“I’m waiting for you outside.” Ace said and left the gym. Without going to the lockers Nate changed his clothes and left as silently as he could without saying a word. Ron changed his clothes too in absolute silence in the dim light of sun without raising his head to take a look at Nate’s naked body.

“Hurry up dude. I wanna turn the lights off and lock the doors. “Nate shouted standing at the entrance door. Ron hesitated for a few seconds before cramming his dirty clothes into his sack and running outside.

Ron stood by the door in the last dim shining rays of the glowing sun in the sky, staring at the ground as if he was tracing a worm, listening carefully to the movements of Nate’s keys in the lock

“Lech go.” Nate said playfully.

For a moment Ron felt he was talking to him thinking how good he tasted, how passionate he kissed, how lively he was and how badly he wanted to have him.

Ron raised his hand to hold Nate’s arm but stopped in midair by what he saw.

There he was; standing half a feet from the guy he wanted so much, so close to be grabbed and so far he was from him as he locked his hands round Ace’s neck, kissing him all over his face.

Same naughty eyes, same full lips, same passionate kiss but it wasn’t his. He was so much in love with that other guy, he was somebody else’s.

For a second he thought he had to leave; he couldn’t stand still and do nothing than watching him getting farther and farther from him. But he was cursed to stick to the ground and suffer the pain of being neglected in the most humiliating way.

Nate bit Ace’s earlobe, moving his hands up and down his body. Ron couldn’t see Ace’s face but he saw his hands disappeared behind Nate’s back as he let out a low moan.

Ace pushed him against the concrete wall to hide more of his dirty hands.

How much he wanted a stranger to pass that street, how much he wanted them caught.

Nate was breathing heavily, leaning his back against the concrete wall with his eyes closed as his fingers went deeper in his ass. He bit his lip just to avoid shouting as Ace slid another finger in his man hole and pulled him closer just to dig inside deeper.

He moaned in pleasure, arching his body and letting his crotch get too close to Ace’s bulge. Nate’s hands were still round Ace’s neck as he wrapped his legs round him; making him support his weight as well as his own, holding him in midair by his ass.

Ace kissed him hard and pressed him against the wall whispering something in his ear as Nate struggled to stand on his feet for the final kiss.

Ron felt a metaphysical energy in his limbs. He had to move on and let those lovers sink in the beauty of their young masculine love, so he turned and walked away.

“Ron!” he heard someone calling his name.

“I know something happened that should have been avoided from the first second of its sinful birth. I’m so sorry, hope you’re not hurt.” Nate said putting his hand on Ron’s arm, looking quite red with blushes and the excitement he had a few minutes ago, making him look sexier than ever.

“Nope, actually I have to admit the experience was way better than I’ve ever imagined. Thanks so much.” Ron couldn’t believe what he was saying. He should have left a while ago instead of staying and watching him getting finger fucked.

“You mean it was your first time? Your first kiss?” Ace asked in surprise.

Ron nodded his head shyly.

“oh my God, oh my fucking God. I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to be that one. it shouldn’t… shouldn’t have happened, it shouldn’t be me. Shit, I’m so sorry. I’m so…” Nate was howling and crying in despair.

he held Ron’s hands in his own and stared at his eyes. “Ron, can you forgive me? if only… you know…, I couldn’t have guessed….” Nate couldn’t find proper words and Ron could see how his hands were shaking as if he had done an inexcusable sin. Ron lowered his head and whispered:” why are you apologizing? I always wanted your lips to be the first that touched mine. Thanks so much. Nate I really love you so much.” then he kissed him softly on his cheek.

“Ok guys, now we’re friends again, don’t you think we need dinner?” Ace said winking at Nate.

“What about coming to my place?” Ron suggested.

“hhhmmm sounds promising, and we may teach a few things to you. don’t you think so, Nate?”

“Whatever you say!” Nate said smiling, holding Ace’s hands as three of them walked to his Chevy.

daddy’s slut

It was a year before my first anal experience and I had come to the realization that I was gay or at least bisexual. I was 18 at that time and had just given my first blowjob to an older man while jogging in the park. Since then I’d taken to cruising the local parks that had all the tale-tell signs of cruising. They were somewhat empty, out of the way, occasional condom wrappers and tissues on the ground and had a few guys hanging out in the parking lot.
Since giving my first blowjob, I had given about 6 more in the following year. They were all older men, at least 25 years my senior, and I assume most, if not all, were married. The experiences were normally the same. The older guys would want to fulfill their fantasies of being with a younger boy and couldn’t wait to have me service them, normally in the front seat of their cars. In the end, I always wanted to be fucked by one of these guys, but most of the encounters were quick blow-n-go’s. I wouldn’t even get a chance to open up the car door to spit before they’d be starting up the engine to leave.
Eventually I had a free weekend morning and decided to check out a new park that seemed perfect for action. It wasn’t long before the older guys were checking me out but none of them seem interested in leaving the parking lot. It was too open for my tastes and I feared being that out in the public.
I walked by a small trail when I noticed that someone was following me from the parking lot. I found a secluded opening among some trees and waited to see who it was. He was in his early 50’s, graying hair, glasses and was wearing a preppy shirt and jeans. If I remembered right, he was sitting in a white Volvo station wagon when I last saw him and everything screamed that he was a married man on the prowl.
I stood next to the tree acting as though I was checking out the view. He walked up next to me and made some small talk about the weather. I could tell he was all excited by the bulge in his pants.
“So you like to come out here often?” he said.
I shyly replied “sometimes”. Try to do my best submissive porn star pose.
“You want some action?”
I barely said yes when he pulled out his cock through his fly. It was long, but average girth. It had that soft skin look to it that I love to suck on. I knelt down in front of him and slowly licked the tip of his dick, paying close attention to underneath the head. I slowly took more and more of him into my mouth each time and made sure to look up and make eye contact. I ran my hands up his sides and for some reason he grabbed my hands, interlocking our fingers, and began thrusting his hips into my face.
I needed to take a quick break and decided to pull off with a popping noise that all the porn stars did. I leaned back and asked him how I was. He just moaned, “Mmmm great, but I’d really love to fuck you instead.”
At first I was stunned because I didn’t expect it from him. But the longer I was with him the more aggressive he was becoming. I didn’t have a condom and wasn’t sure how to answer. Until then, all my blowjobs were bare, which I’ve realized how stupid that was. What I was about to do was even more stupid and it was the one and only time I’ve been barebacked. “Hell yeah” was all I could get out.
I tried to act tough, as though I was an old pro at letting another guy shove his cock in my ass, but honestly I was scared. I should have had a condom, but my teenage horniness got the better of me. I pulled down my pants and leaned against a tree. I spit on my hand and began lubing up his cock as though I was some nasty whore.
To date I don’t know why, I guess nerves, but I squeaked out “please be gentle, I’ve never done this before” I was hoping he’d make passionate love to me among the trees, living out some daddy-son fantasy. It was more like I was some nasty teen whore in a porn about to be fucked hard and when she was about to start crying, fucked even harder. Needless to say he just chuckled at me as though I was joking.
He dropped his pants and I remember looking down at my feet, seeing his pants on the ground thinking, “this is it, this is what you’ve wanted.” I heard him spit once more on his hand and rub it on his cock. He grasped my hip with one hand and directed his cock with the other. I used carrots and candles to that point but that was the real thing and it hurt. I could feel his head starting to push into my rectum and started to pull away.
“Oww oww.take it slow” was all I could say.
To keep me from moving too far away he grabbed both hips and started to slowly but steadily push himself into me. My ass felt like it was on fire as it stretched to fit his dick. For a few minutes he was gentle, applying constant pressure until his cock popped through my asshole.
I moaned loud but it was from pain not pleasure. Once he was inside he kept pushing until he buried his full length inside me. He started sliding his cock in and out of my ass, with a steady hard trust.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” was all I could say as this total stranger was taking my virginity along a park trail. With me crying out he began pushing harder. I could tell he was taking out all his sexual frustration on me, that he couldn’t with his wife.
I reached back with both hands to slow him down and keep him from going too deep, but he just held my hands like he did earlier. I realized that for the first time, I wasn’t in control of the situation and that I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. I was so horny at this point thinking of myself as some cock starved nympho in porn, but scared how it would end.
He started fucking me harder and harder, with each thrust pushing me past my comfort zone. By now, my shoulder was against the tree and taking the full brunt of his weight being slammed into me. My ass was a bunch of numb burning nerves by this stage, but I could feel him deep inside me.
“Who’s your daddy?” he moaned. When I didn’t reply quickly he slammed himself deep inside me and kept it there while pulling my hands back. “Who is your daddy?” he said again.
“You are, daddy”
“Oh yeah? You like being daddy’s slut?”
“Arrgghhhh yes daddy” was all I could say.
He began fucking me so hard I thought I would scream. His hands slid to my hips allowing me to hold onto the tree. He was going to come but where? I worried about the lack of a condom and cursed myself for not bringing one. His hands grabbed my hips tighter and I could feel his cock starting to twitching inside me, ready to explode.
“Can Daddy come?” Before I could even plead with him to pull out, he gave one more deep thrust and let loose inside me. He was buried balls deep inside me and I could feel his cock pump his cum inside me for a minute or two. For good measure he continued fucking me for a few minutes to milk everything out of himself and into me. He pulled out, rubbing his cock against my ass to clean himself off.
“Wow, you fuck like a champ. That was one hell of a tight ass.” He pulled up his pants and took out a cigarette. “I hope to see you around again. You sure were great kid.” He patted me on my shoulder and left.
I stood there in shock. It’s what I always wanted but not sure what to think. I was scared by the lack of a condom, but horny none the same. I stood there and started to jerk myself off to finish the job and left.
On the drive home, the whole fucking replayed in my head, as I clenched my ass cheeks tight to keep his cum from dripping into my underwear.

a quickie

I knew for sometime that I was bisexual, particularly when it came to older men. Growing up in a small town and before the Internet was easily accessible, I didn’t know where to turn.

A few weeks after my 18th birthday, I took advantage of the some nice weather and went for a jog in a local park. It was still very early spring and the cold weather was chasing away most people from coming to the park. I saw three other cars in the parking lot and assumed most of them were dog walkers based on past experience.

After my jog I decided I didn’t want to go home and started to explore parts of the park off the running path. A portion of the park near the entrance was a maze of paths among the bushes with a few trail bathrooms near picnic areas. As I walked along the trails, I realized there was someone else there who wasn’t walking a dog. In fact by this time I saw that most of the parking lot was empty besides one car other than mine.

From my first look, I could tell he was an older man and he looked out of place based on his clothing. He was wearing casual business attire, which stood out, in a part of the park covered in frozen mud and bushes. I just figured he was a businessman getting away from the office during lunch.

I eventually passed him on a trail and gave him a friendly hello and a smile. I’ve always had a fantasy with older men, more so when I was younger. (I’m in my 30’s now). He was late 40’s, 6ft a nice build, clean shaved and wearing glasses. He sort of had this professor look to him, which makes me want to drop my pants and bend over in an instant. I had never been with another man at this time and was too nervous to make the next move. He gave me a friendly hello and a smile back and we passed by each other.

Within the next 20 minutes, we seemed to keep passing each other and each time our conversations got longer and longer. I saw him sitting on a park bench and decided it was safe enough to sit next to him and just chat about anything to feel out the situation. It was then that I noticed his raging hard on through his khakis. He knew that I saw it and just looked at me but I was still too shy to make any move. After a few more minutes of chatting I saw him slide his hand down to his crotch and start stroking his cock through his pants, all the while talking to me. He slyly put his arm across the back of the bench almost inviting me to bury my head in his lap. Even then I was still too nervous to make a move. I could sense he wanted me, but I needed help. Without prompting he said, “I need to use the bathroom” and walked to the nearest trail bathroom.

My heart was racing now. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my first. I wanted to take his cock into my mouth. I wanted to feel sexy and feminine. I decided it was do or die time and walked into the bathroom a few minutes after him. To my  surprise, when I walked through the door he was standing in the corner with his fly down and his cock out. He stood there stroking his cock without saying a word.

I must have stood there with a deer in a headlight look, because he whispered, “no one is here to see us”. That was all I needed. The next thing I knew I was standing next to him kissing him, with the first cock in my hand that wasn’t mine. I could tell he wasn’t that into kissing and pulled away.

He looked down at his cock and gave me this inviting look. “So you want to?” I went to my knees and began my first blowjob. I’d never even been with a woman up to this point and was a slow learner up until this time. My only experience with blowjobs was from watching porn. I’d always imagined what it was like for the women and got horny at the thought of me taking their place.

I slowly took his cock in my mouth, trying to mimic the seductive way I saw the woman in porn do it. At least in the beginning before a more forceful face fuck took place. The thought of a guy being rough with me and fucking my face as though I was his slut is one of my biggest turn ons. His cock was warm and a bit salty. It also had a slight coffee taste as though he spilled coffee on himself. I always remember that taste to this day.

I slowly sucked his dick, taking more and more into my mouth until I was nearly deep throating him. He had an average cock but it was thick. I unzipped his pants more and gently pulled out his balls for me to cup. Another trick I’d learned from porn. He just leaned back and moaned.

“This isn’t your first time is it?”

Upon hearing this I took his entire length into my mouth, tightened my lips as much as possible and slowly pulled off making a popping noise at the end as it slipped out.
“Actually it is.”

“I find that hard to believe. You’re too good at it.”

We maintained eye contact as I took him back inside my mouth. Every so often I changed the tempo or force, keeping him on his guard. He moaned and ruffled his fingers through my hair, starting to force himself inside me more and more with each thrust. All those images of some porn starlet on her knees with a guy pushing his cock into her mouth filled my mind. I’d never been more turned on in my whole life. I started to think where I’d want his cum and considered pulling out and letting him finish on my face. I wanted to be like the girls in porn. I also wanted this guy, who’s name I never knew, to take my anal virginity.

I’d used carrots and candles to this point, sliding them in my ass with the help of lotion. I’d come to love it but craved the real thing. I wanted to be fucked every which way possible like I was in my own private porn. I slid his cock out of my mouth with another pop sound as though I was some schoolgirl slut teasing a friend’s father with a lollipop. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I stood up and started to pull down my pants. Looking back, to take it bareback was just insane but I was in the heat of teenage horniness. I leaned against the wall and pushed out my ass. Thoughts of him fucking me hard against the wall made me almost cum right there.

He didn’t seem as interested as I was. Maybe he was also being smarter about the condom. In any case he just said, “Please, finish what you started.” I quickly pulled up my pants and went back to sucking this total stranger’s cock in a public park bathroom. He immediately ran his hands through my hair and grasped the back of my head, forcing himself inside me faster and faster. I just relaxed my mouth and let him fuck me his way. Not knowing what to do with my hands since they were in the way with this new blowjob method, I ran them up his chest under his shirt and started to play with his nipples. It was just by chance, but you’d thought I was the best cocksucker in the world by his reaction.

He started moaning louder, so loud that I was worried someone would hear us. I could tell he was getting ready to cum and was nervous, yet excited about tasting cum other than my own. His moaning got so loud that I started to get scared of being found out, not knowing if anyone was around. Then he started talking dirty with me ordering me to swallow him. “Mmm suck it you whore. Yeah does it taste good? Do you like daddy’s cock?” I was so turned on by him treating me like a slut, that I would have taken on several guys that day.

“Swallow my cum. I want you to swallow all of me you hear.”

I just replied with a simple grunt due to having a mouth full of cock. With a final thrust, he let loose his cum into my mouth. He pumped into my mouth in quick waves and I had to choose between swallowing or spitting. I decided to follow his orders and swallowed everything while continuing to suck him, milking him of everything he had to give.

And with that he quickly zipped up and said “Thanks that was awesome. You really know what you’re doing,” ruffled my hair and left. I just stayed on my knees watching him leave taking all of it in. I felt a wave of emotion all at once, excited, ashamed, happy…horny. I made sure to wipe off my mouth, finding a little bit on my chin from when he pulled out. I composed myself and left.

That night I jerked off like never before, going to sleep wishing that a perfect stranger would have fucked me in the bathroom.