Most of the stories I write are gay. Two was based loosely on personal experience, the rest are pure fantasy, some of which I hope don't come true, others I wish they had already. I'm bi, have been blowing dicks for about 40 years, never blew a dick I didn't love.
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I would definitely date a little person (if I were still in a position to date anyone, that is - my wife might not understand). I'm of the opinion that size should never be a determining factor.
When I was in Rio I did, once. She worked as a hooker at a night club, and since that was the reason we met, yes, I had to pay for it. She was worth the price, I guess - I was well satisfied with her efforts.
"Do guys really imagine having sex with all of their female friends?"Not me. I seldom fantasize about having sex with people I actually know. I prefer to make up the person as well as the situation.With that said, though, I did entertain a fantasy about one of the men I used to work with. It felt weird at the time, but I could tell by the bulge reaching down his pants that I would love to have sucked him off a few times.
I was young and naïve when a classmate showed me what he **edited by moderator** used to do "down on the farm." He blew me for a short while, told me it was my turn to blow him. I had no second thoughts, knowing how it felt when he blew me. **edited by moderator** I've loved giving blow jobs ever since. See our terms and conditions
What are you thinking about when you masturbate? Just curious? When I masturbate, I like to remember what it felt like the last time I had a cock in my mouth, sometimes fantasize about blowing someone.
Have you ever given a lap dance? Thanks:) I wasn't exactly dancing, but one time I was messing around with my supervisor and started grinding my ass into his crotch, both of us clothed, and he got hard. I tried to see how far he would let me go before stopping me, and before he stopped me, I was hard, too. That was the first time I'd had a hard cock against my ass, but certainly not the last time.
I've never been rimmed, but there was one night when I had the urge to rim my partner. I don't know if he enjoyed it or not - he giggled, but made no comment other than that. I haven't done it to anyone since, mostly because I've never felt that way about anyone else.
The first time I sucked a cock was when a friend and I were camping, one night. I was playing with his cock, which I had done many times before, and he maneuvered himself into a position where he could take better advantage of my curiosity. He lunged his hips toward my face, and his cock touched my lips. I was instantly intrigued by the sponginess of his cock head, and while he had not remained at my mouth, I leaned in to take another taste. I loved it - the feel of it against my lips as I kissed it, as he slid into and out of my mouth, the taste of it as it slid against my tongue and even how it smelled. I don't know what time of night it was when I started blowing him, but I didn't stop until sunrise.
Do you go out for an evening or partying etc feeling you have a specific need for the attentions of one sex or the other or are you receptive to either at all times? If I were single (which I'm not) I would prefer to attract a man's attention. I enjoy sucking cock and fantasize about it a lot. I've only been picked up by a man one time, when I was 19, and I was not comfortable at that age with my bisexual nature. Today, if it were to happen and he wasn't completely obnoxious , I'd be in his lap in a heartbeat.
I didn't plan it, but he might have. We were in the woods and he asked me to pull my dick out for him. I was surprised when he started blowing me. I didn't cum, and he didn't try to get me to cum, but after a few minutes he announced that it was time for me to blow him. He seemed to have enjoyed it, so when he stood and took his dick out, I knelt before him and started to blow him. I remembered the smell and taste of his dick, as well as the way it felt slipping between my lips, but I've never remembered sucking a dick before that, so how could I have remembered it? Still, it was a joy to blow him, even though he didn't cum either.
It was Memorial Day, and the end of May in Florida, as you might suppose, can be the start of a long, hot summer. I was on a morning training flight, and after an hour of practicing the prescribed maneuvers, I had the urge to piss. Being alone in a small airplane, there isn’t an option of relief, so I headed for the nearest airport, on Merritt Island. It was their airplane, anyway. ...
Added 29 May 2014 | Category Gay Male
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I was driving just beyond the city limits, one evening. The darkness felt a little more oppressive than it had on other nights, and I attributed that to the low overcast of clouds. Remembering stories about a supposedly haunted bridge, I didn’t remember just where the bridge had been. I had visited it a few years before, and I was trying to find it again. I had not payed much attention to...
Added 09 Oct 2013 | Category Gay Male
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Camping in the Yard by T. Sterone August in Indiana is pretty much like August anywhere in the USA - the hottest time of the year. This August had been no exception. Still, what red-blooded young man objects to a little extra heat during the day when the nights, at least in Indiana, were so pleasant? So toward the end of August, then, my best friend, Francisco, invited me and two other...
Added 17 Jun 2012 | Category Gay Male
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Again for the First Time by Wally6941 There I was, 40 years old, lying together with my roommate, Frank, in a small bed, to make room for a house guest in the other bed. I was not relaxing to sleep, though he was snoring readily. I was thinking back to "an earlier life" when I had spent many a night in bed with other guys my own age. In those days we weren't spooning, as we were at the...
Added 03 Jun 2012 | Category Gay Male
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I was in desperate need of a piss stop as I drove along the Interstate, when I saw the sign, “Rest Area 1 Mile.” We’ve all heard the rumors about rest areas and perverts, but a full bladder is just that - full. It won’t hold for ever, and I’d rather it void, as Chaucer put it, “... where they that void ought.” So perverts or no, the rest area would do nicely, thanks. The men's room was...
Added 02 Jun 2009 | Category Bisexual
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I had to piss so bad I could taste it. I slipped away from my assembly line position and raced to the men’s restroom. On the way, I noticed black man hurrying just as fast, and figured it was high tide in the factory. I entered the restroom first, the other man close behind me, and headed for a stall. The stall furthest from the door, my preference, was open, so I raced to it and entered....
Added 07 Nov 2008 | Category Gay Male
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It was his 69 th birthday, and I wanted to do something extra special for my friend and lover. He and I had been together for five years, and it was time to kick it up a notch, I thought. During those five years, we had been almost exclusively oral, blowing each other every chance we got, which was at least daily, and I had been reading about anal sex, not really convinced it could be as...
Added 15 Mar 2008 | Category Anal
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It was cold and dark that January night, but not as cold and dark as my mood had been since I had walked in on my girlfriend and her new lover, locked in what I thought I’d never see - not from her, anyway - a blow job. I had been dating her for nearly a year, and she had granted my every wish but had vowed she would never take a cock into her mouth, not for love or money. But there she was,...
Added 21 Dec 2007 | Category Gay Male
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It was Christmas Eve, an hour past sunset, and snow had begun to fall half an hour ago, making visibility a little bit less than optimum, so I slowed to the speed limit as I drove westward on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. I was going home for the holidays, and had hoped to make some time, but the weather, it seemed, was against me. Half a mile after I had slowed, I passed a State Trooper on the...
Added 18 Dec 2007 | Category Gay Male
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