My story begins in Toronto, when I was there to visit some friends. We had been drinking and decided to go back to one of my friend’s apartment. Sam is about six feet tall and very good-looking at least the girls think so . He has blond hair and blue eyes and is very muscular, with hair as thick as a forest on his chest. Chris is very slim and attractive, with a body like Superman.
When we arrived at Sam’s apartment we began drinking and joking about having sex. I asked Sam if he had ever gotten a blowjob from a guy before, and he replied, “No. Would you like to give me one?”
I hemmed and hawed a bit and finally said yes. Then Sam asked me if I had ever received a blowjob before and I said no, not even from a girl. Chris was pretty wasted, but realized what we were saying. As if on cue, Chris said, “Let’s have a threesome.”
I said, “Sure, why not?” We walked to the bedroom and Sam said, “Let’s strip each other to make it more interesting.” I started undressing Sam while Chris sat and watched. I could tell that Chris couldn’t wait to see Sam’s naked body, and neither could I.
I started on Sam’s shirt, button by button, unveiling his hairy chest. My cock was straining to get out. I then released Sam’s seven-inch member from his pants, which dropped to the floor. Chris gasped at the size and said, “Do me next.” He stood in front of me while Sam sat on the bed in anticipation, his cock standing proud. Chris began begging for me to strip him, so I did the same thing to him that I’d done to Sam. Then, all hands turned to me. Piece by piece, my clothing came off. As each area of skin was revealed, I felt a light kiss there. By the time we were finished, we were all so horny we couldn’t stand it.
I said to Sam, “Are you ready for your BJ?” He nodded and lay down spread eagle on the bed. I knelt between his legs, grasped his stiff member in my hand, and licked and kissed the head. I then deep-throated him, stuffing his cock down my throat, waiting for my reward, and I finally got it. Within six spurts his come was gone. All the time this was going on Chris was furiously masturbating himself, and at exactly the same time Sam blew, so did Chris.
We each took turns giving each other blowjobs. This went on for three days until I left, and I will never forget the fun we had on my weekend in Toronto. Name and address withheld
I would like to tell you about an experience that I thought would never happen to me. I had always wanted to have sex with another man. I wanted to feel another penis and find out what it was like to taste come. So I was more than satisfied with what happened one summer afternoon when I was home from college.
My friend’s name is Dan. He comes over to our house once a month to do lawn work. On this particular day I was at home. I was feeling pretty horny, by the way. I had retrieved a couple of magazines from storage and was looking at them. At about eleven o’clock I heard a knock at the front door. I answered it to find that it was Dan. He was about to go on his lunch break and he wanted to know if it would be okay if he used the pool. I said it would be fine, so he went around to the backyard to take a dip. I went to the patio door, where I could see the pool.
I watched him strip down to his underwear. Then he walked over to the diving board and dove in. When he climbed out of the pool his underwear clung to his body, and I could see his cock through the wet material. My cock began to get hard. He went over to the lounge chair and lay down. I began to stroke my dick, trying to think of a reason to walk out there. Then it came to me: Dan needed a towel. I ran to get one and then walked back to the pool.
I walked over to him, looking at his nearly naked body. When he looked up at me I said, “Here’s a towel.” He thanked me and stood up. He caught my eyes as they quickly looked over his crotch area. We stared at each other, then I sat down. Dan said he had something for me as he pulled his underwear down to reveal his semi-hard penis. He stepped close to me and offered it. I stuck my tongue out and licked his warm cock. The texture wasn’t bad. He then told me to take off my shorts so that we were both naked. I did so. My cock grew quickly as his hand reached out and touched it. He fondled the length while he slowly bent down. I watched him as he licked and stroked it.
We then placed soft cushions on the ground to stretch out on, and maneuvered ourselves into a 69 position. I held the base of his cock as he held mine, and we both began sucking each other. I stroked and sucked him until he grew large. His cock felt very warm and smooth in my mouth. I crawled over until I was on top of him, sucking his cock. Then he stopped me because he thought he was going to come. I watched him as he stroked his cock gently while still sucking mine. I licked the head of his penis, waiting for him to accidentally shoot his come. He told me to stop and lie down. Facing me, he climbed on top of me. With his cock alongside mine, he began pumping against me. Soon I was pumping away along with him, enjoying the way his hard, hot, smooth tool pressed against mine. Pretty soon I was aware of nothing but the pleasure of fucking, of having my cock stroked and another male body against mine. All too soon we had both come. We dove into the pool to clean off, and then Dan left quickly and went back to his lawn work. Hopefully, this will happen again before the summer’s over. Name and address withheld
When I was younger, my first way of relieving the sexual feelings in my body was masturbation, which is quite normal. As my penis and I grew, so did my fantasies, and eventually the availability of adult magazines lengthened my masturbation sessions. The big breakthrough for me was when I started tasting my own come.
I began with the clear pre-come that accumulated slowly at the tip of my hard penis. Later as I got more and more adventurous, I’d swallow the whole load after shooting it into a tissue. I’d savor my thick liquid, thrilling to the pleasure that its sharp and slightly salty taste gave me. In no way did I find it disgusting. Gradually I came to believe that the sexual fluids our bodies produce are the most intimate things we can share.
In college, my tongue became a skilled cunt-pleaser. I could not have had a better training ground. The university I attended was large and cosmopolitan and, after four years, even blindfolded I could recognize the pussy juices of a woman I’d eaten before.
At school, many opportunities presented themselves. My roommate during my freshman year was a real ladies’ man with an athletic body and a quick wit. I often admired him as he stepped out of the shower. He wore bikini briefs, and I would hide my growing cock as he pulled the smooth material up over his furry legs and tucked in his healthy, fat-knobbed cock. I longed to see Nick’s penis erect. Gradually, I realized I wanted to have his smooth tube in my mouth and to know what another man’s sperm tastes like. But I kept my thoughts to myself.
Nick and I talked freely about a lot of sexual topics, including gay sex. I told him one night how I used to lick up my own come. Nick couldn’t believe it and looked somewhat shocked, but I insisted it was true. Nick was the kind of guy who makes outrageous bets, so I bet him twenty dollars that I would lick up a load of his come. I knew he wouldn’t go around spreading word that I was gay or something. Nick wasn’t a mean guy and we respected each other. But he just couldn’t believe me. Finally, after a lot of urging, he got an I’ll-call-your-bluff gleam in his eye and said, “All right. I have to see this.”
He went into our private john and came out five minutes later with a tissue in his hand. On it was absolutely the hugest amount of semen I’ve ever seen in one place, already soaking through a thick pile of toilet paper. It was twice as big as any load I’d ever shot. He shoved it under my nose, said, “Enjoy your meal,” and laughed. He still didn’t think I would do it.
I took it from him and smelled the warm, tangy liquid. My penis began to harden against my leg as I thought about what I was doing, only this time with Nick watching me, not alone in my bedroom. With Nick looking on, I bent over and lapped at the deep pool of come like a kitten at a bowl of milk. Then, with long strokes from one end of the tissue to the other, I licked and swallowed as much of Nick’s come as possible.
His sperm was saltier than mine, and it thrilled me that I was getting my first taste of the variety in smell and taste of different men’s spunk. I looked up and Nick was just staring at me. I smiled, got his wallet off the dresser, and fished out a crisp twenty. I noticed now that large a bulge had appeared in his sweatpants. He left, and I fell asleep with the scent of his manhood in my nostrils.
Several days passed in which we barely talked to each other. But I always felt him looking at me. Suddenly, one afternoon during exam week, I felt a hand on my shoulder as I studied. Nick said he wanted to know the answer to a difficult physics problem, but his huge bulge and the wet spot on his briefs told me what he really wanted. I fell to my knees in front of him and peeled down his briefs, letting his member spring free.
Nick had a beautifully formed cock. I bent to my task, lifting his heavy tool with my left hand and taking the huge, spongy knob into my eager mouth. After licking his sweet come off of it I slowly deep-throated the whole six inches, grasping his buttocks for control. Nick moaned and placed his hands on my head while I sucked his thick rod, working my mouth like a jackhammer. I used my tongue to surround the shaft and tasted every inch of his warm, velvety meat. I licked his big sack all over, then tongued his inner thighs and hairy stomach.
I wanted to taste more of his come right away, so I sucked his limb long and hard. After thirty seconds, Nick groaned and unloaded about fifteen powerful blasts into my mouth. He must have been saving himself for two weeks, and I joyously swallowed one mouthful after another as he continued spurting. When it was over a few minutes later, I pulled up his briefs again and licked the last bit of jizz dripping down his leg.
Nick was so pleased with my attentions that he gave me two good meals a week during the next semester. I never asked him to return the favor and he gave no sign that he ever wanted to. But I became an expert at cocksucking, a skill which has since given me endless pleasure. Name and address withheld
I have only ventured once into the area of man-to-man sex. Looking back, I certainly don’t regret that it happened. After all, it was undoubtedly the single best sexual experience at my life!
Brad and I were sophomore guards on the basketball team in our small-town college. We thought of ourselves as big studs because we were starters on the squad. We were also best friends and shared nearly all the same interests. We were both the same size, six feet tall and one hundred and sixty-five pounds. Both of us had girlfriends and we’d both done our share of fooling around, but neither of us had ever been laid.
One Sunday afternoon after practice, Brad and I decided to stick around and shoot a few baskets after the organized session was over. The coach told us it was okay as long as we remembered to lock up when we were done. We started playing one-an-one and, because we were already tired from practice, the game became quite physical in a silly way. We were slapping and pinching each other’s asses and snapping the straps of each other’s jocks through our basketball shorts, doing anything we could think of to disrupt the dribble of the guy with the ball.
The whole game gave me a kind of sexual charge. At one point, as I was moving in toward the basket with Brad guarding me closely, my ass brushed against his crotch and I could tell he had a hard-on. Wow, did I get a rush from that! I was so turned on that I, too, quickly popped a boner.
We kept playing for about half an hour. Both of our penises remained erect, but we pretended not to notice. I’ll tell you one thing, though, it made it difficult to do any fancy moves with the basketball. Finally, we glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was time to leave. Our families were going to meet us for dinner at a local restaurant and we were supposed to be there in less than thirty minutes.
We walked slowly to the locker room. I thought that since our physical game was over, my hard-on would die down. It didn’t, and I could tell from glancing out of the corner of my eye that Brad had the same problem. We slowly opened our lockers and hesitantly removed our shoes, socks and shirts, both of us sporting erections that wouldn’t quit. We had seen each other nude many times before, what with gym class, basketball practice and skinny-dipping, but this was different. We had never had hard-ons, certainly not for a reason like this. I stammered that we should take a shower and get going, but neither of us was anxious to pull down his shorts or jockstrap.
Finally Brad said, “You’re embarrassed for the same reason I’m embarrassed, aren’t you?” I nodded and pulled off my shorts to expose the hard-on raging against my jockstrap. Brad did the same. This was the moment of truth. On impulse I reached over and slid off his jock. As I did so, he pulled his arms back out of the way to allow me access. His long prick popped straight out.
We stood there for a second, admiring his rigid cock. Then he tumed his attention toward me, freeing my prick from its jockstrap. For what seemed liked a long time we stood there and admired each other’s turgid tools. Our young cocks seemed to swell full of even more blood from the unspoken sexual tension.
Finally, Brad broke the silence and asked me if I had ever done anything with a man. I said no. He said he hadn’t either. I then said there was only one way I could think of to take care of our respective problems—and I didn’t mean ice packs!
With that, Brad straddled the bench in front of our lockers and sat down. He pulled me over to him and licked the head of my dick. The feeling was unbelievable. He tongued my balls and went back to the head of my throbbing tool. I couldn’t stand the teasing and asked Brad to give my dick a good suck. He did, working his virgin lips in a circular pattern down my solid, circumcised cock. He pumped the lower part of the shaft with his hands since he could only fit about four inches of pecker in his mouth. I almost died from the pleasure.
I had masturbated many times, been jacked off and had even dry-humped a girl, but I had never experienced anything like this. I came in less than a minute. The first gust of hot spunk went into Brad’s mouth. He quickly pulled my dong out and the rest of my come spattered his chest and neck. He said it didn’t taste that bad and stuck his finger in the hot jism on his chest and licked it. I dipped my finger in it too and he was right, come didn’t taste bad. He continued to suck my dick dry, although it never really got soft.
Now it was his turn, I sat down on the bench and asked him to stand. He did, then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto his uncircumcised bat, which seemed just slightly bigger than mine. I pulled away and said that first I would tease him like he had done me. I licked up and down on his cock and took one of his balls into my mouth. Then I took in the other. I wondered, What would my girlfriend think if she saw me now, with my mouth crammed full with Brad’s hairy balls? I was enjoying it too much to think about anything else, however, so I just kept sucking.
He was moaning with enjoyment when I lowered my mouth around his rod, which was oozing with pre-come I licked the head some more and then started sucking in earnest as he rocked back and forth. In less than a minute he exploded. His cock was still in my mouth, but he’d released so much come that some of it dripped out onto my dick and balls. I proceeded to lick him clean and dry as he had done for me a few minutes before.
Afterward he sat down and neither of us spoke for about five minutes. Then he said, “I can’t believe we just did that, but it was great. It was the best thing I’ve ever felt.” I had to agree. I said that in one respect I was embarrassed, but since I’d always been curious about sex with a man, I was glad I was able to try it with my best friend. He said he felt the same way. I asked him if he thought he would ever do it again. He said no, but that we should go ahead and enjoy this one time that we would be together.
I had a bottle of baby oil in my locker that I used for rubdowns. I asked Brad to lay on the floor and I proceeded to grease up his muscular body, paying special attention to his stiff dong. Then I greased myself up and lay down beside him. The feel of his slick muscles against mine was incredibly exciting. We slid our greased poles all over each other’s bodies, teasingly slipping them into each other’s mouths and rubbing them between our ass-cheeks. Finally, when we couldn’t hold it any longer, we jerked each other off to an explosive, simultaneous orgasm.
We both said we couldn’t believe what we had done, but that it had been great. After a short breather we showered, helping each other out to one more orgasm apiece. We began to towel off and only then did we realize we were over an hour late for meeting our folks for dinner. We joined them later, explaining we had lost track at time. We didn’t tell them we’d already eaten! Name and address withheld
My girlfriend and I recently took our first trip outside the United States—to the Iberian Peninsula. Something happened there that was so fantastic for both of us, I have decided to take pen in hand and describe it. I am thirty-six, a successful middle-management executive of a well-known company, and very conservative by upbringing and by the nature of my job.
We arrived at our hotel after an all-night flight and a long journey by car. We had decided, even though we were tired, to stay up all day and then sleep well, hoping to adjust to the new time zone. So we walked around the luxurious grounds, admired the azure ocean, swam a bit in the pool and lay in the sun until we were ready for dinner and bed. Going through the lower level of the hotel to the elevators, we paused at the health club, which offered a gym, whirlpool, sauna or Turkish steam bath, massage and beauty services. I remarked to Lisa that I’d never had a massage. She giggled and said that every man ought to have a massage at least once in his life. I dropped the subject. We ate and went to bed.
The next day, refreshed, we played tennis, swam and enjoyed the facilities. After lunch, I was tired and went to our room for a nap while Lisa soaked up the sun. I found an envelope under the door when I awoke. The curious message inside said, “This is to confirm your appointment for a massage at four o’clock.” When Lisa came in, I asked her about it. She said she was only following up on her comment the day before, that she’d paid for me to have a massage and expected me to keep the appointment. I grumbled a lot, but did keep the appointment.
When I walked into the club, the receptionist showed me to the massage room. There she told me to strip and lie on the table, that Juan would shortly be in. I looked around as she left. The room fit my idea of a bordello more than anything else—soft music playing, lowered lights, mirrors on the walls and ceiling. Making the best of an increasingly unnerving situation, I stripped to my shorts.
I might mention I was wearing boxer shorts that buttoned in front at the waist and reached down halfway to my knees. Lying on the table on my stomach, I heard Juan come in. He introduced himself, asked if this was my first massage I said it was , and asked me to rollover on my back, explaining he always started on the front of a client’s body. I meekly did as he asked and saw myself in the ceiling mirror. Juan began by putting warm oil on my head and face, massaging it into my skin. After working on my neck, he moved to the toes of my left foot. By the time he was at the calf and knee, I was admitting it felt good. When I looked again in the mirror, I saw a bulge rising in my shorts as he massaged my left thigh. I watched him slide the fabric of my shorts up so he could work higher on my thigh—closer to my crotch. I tried to suppress the rising excitement in my shorts, but to no avail. I knew his hands would go there next.
Sure enough, as he worked his way up my right leg, my engorged penis reached toward my waist. Again he pushed the fabric higher on my leg to massage me there before turning his attention to my arms, which he stretched, pulled and cracked, kneading every joint and muscle. My erection subsided somewhat.
Warm oil was then poured on my chest and stomach. As it was rubbed in, I glanced at the ceiling mirror and saw my shorts standing like a tent upon my revived and still-growing erection. Juan pulled the waistband down from my navel, at which my penis flopped into open view. Juan talked about many things in good English, but I didn’t follow him too well, worrying about my penis being exposed like that.
When told to do so, I rolled over with relief. The back of my body was treated as thoroughly as my front had been, and I remained very aroused. All too soon, Juan said he was finished. As I sat up, my erect penis came into view again. Very flustered, I tried to push it back into my shorts. Juan laughed saying he’d seen this sort of thing happen before. Wishing me a good vacation, he left.
Sitting there, I thought about masturbating but instead decided to give Lisa her just desserts for what had happened. I got dressed and proceeded to our room. Lisa grinned when she saw me come in. Judging from the bulge in my slacks, she said she could tell I’d enjoyed the massage. I told her that the best was yet to come. We made love for two hours, each of us enjoying several satisfactory orgasms. We both agreed later it was the best ever for us.
A few days later, lying by the pool, Lisa asked if I planned to have another massage. I admitted I’d thought about it. Lisa said, “Don’t think about it. Do it!” So I made an appointment with Juan for seven that evening.
When I was shown into the massage room, I felt like an old hand. Stripping quickly to my boxer shorts and lying faceup on the table, I remembered the great events that had followed my last massage and began planning more of the same after this one. Juan soon came in. We exchanged pleasantries while he got his oils together. Juan told me that most European men have their massages either in brief briefs or naked. “Would this bother you?” he asked. “I’m sure I could do a much better job for you if you wore less—or nothing at all.”
“When in Rome…” I said to myself. And I got up, removed my shorts, put them on a hook and lay back down. When Juan’s hands reached my left thigh, my penis began again to harden and rise. Juan soon worked all the way to my bare crotch. My penis was fully erect by the time he massaged my right thigh. Neither of us said anything and I wondered what Juan had in store for me. When he massaged my stomach, I watched in the overhead mirror. I saw him move his hands gradually to my pubic area well-defined, for, like many of Scandinavian descent, I don’t have a bushy growth of hair down there . When Juan passed a hand between my erect penis and my stomach, I jumped. To my heightening pleasure, he did this again and again. But my embarrassment was also increasing.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I rolled over, for my erection was now out of sight, although not out of my mind. Juan massaged the backs of my thighs, right up to my buttocks. I felt some of the warm oil ooze onto my scrotum. When he did my back, he again included my buttocks. He then returned to my shoulders, working out a particularly painful knot I’d developed from playing tennis. I didn’t think anything of it when he told me to roll onto my side, facing him. He positioned me on the table and proceeded to massage my side, I rolled onto my other side when told to do so and looked at myself in a wall mirror. My erection was standing nearly to my navel and my testicles actually reached the table. I wished that Juan would give me some massaging where it really counted for something besides muscle relaxation. To my happy amazement, he began to do just that—spreading oil on my scrotum. I watched his hand smooth oil on my penis and stroke it several times. Several drops of pre-ejaculatory fluid oozed out and mingled with the oil. I was immensely enjoying the event, not thinking at all about the fact that a man was doing it to me. He stroked it a few more times, until a string of pre-ejaculatory fluid hung all the way from my penis to the table.
My penis was larger than I could remember it ever being before. The veins were all purple and swollen, and the glans was very large and prominent. My testicles were swollen and heavy-feeling. I told Juan that we’d better stop because in another minute, I felt, I would have an ejaculation. With that, Juan changed his massage technique and, as I watched in amazement, my penis became flaccid and it shortened to the point of disappearing amid my pubic hair. Meanwhile, my testicles became hard lumps in my nearly hairless scrotum, so that I appeared to have a one-inch-long penis and a rock-hard scrotum. Juan laughed at my puzzlement and explained that it was all technique.
Once again he changed techniques, bringing my penis suddenly into the most massive erection I’d ever experienced. I admitted that all I wanted at that moment was to ejaculate. Juan had me lie on my back with my knees up and suddenly I discharged large masses of semen all over my own chest, face and neck. Exhausted, I lay there as he rubbed my milky ejaculate into my skin, saying I had truly had a milk bath now.
My erection did not subside. I dressed and showered, then went upstairs, where Lisa received three hours of lovemaking. It took me that long to orgasm again. Lisa loved my report about Juan’s wonderful massage and she insisted that, on every day of the rest of our stay, I have another massage. To our mutual satisfaction, I did as she said.
By the way, I’ve thrown away the clumsy boxer shorts and now wear tight European-style briefs. Lisa loves them, and our lovemaking is great. We definitely plan to return to Iberia soon. A.S., Minneapolis, Minnesota
My best friend and I recently planned a ski trip to Lake Tahoe. I have been heterosexual all my life, but have always wondered what a homosexual experience would be like.
Tom and I rented a room with twin beds, but, as luck would have it, there was no heat, so we decided to share one bed. At the time I wasn’t sure if Tom saw the same possibilities in this cozy arrangement as I did. I showered first and waited for him to go into the bathroom before I jumped into bed, naked as I always am between the sheets. When Tom came out of the bathroom he was dressed in his thermal underwear. He commented on my shoulders being bare, to which I answered, “That’s not all that’s bare.” He pretty much ignored the comment, so when he got into bed he seemed quite surprised to find me fully naked.
We drank a couple of beers, smoked a joint or two and were soon feeling pretty loose. I decided it was now or never. I told Tom I was getting horny and had always wanted to give someone a blowjob. I knew he loved having his girlfriend go down on him, and I figured he just might give in to my whim with a little encouragement. So I slid my hand down his taut stomach only to find his cock already hard. A little encouragement indeed! I looked up at him, and he smiled and said. “Go for it.” I couldn’t believe it. I was finally going to fulfill this fantasy. He stripped off his thermals and lay back down, his pole standing up at attention. I eased myself down next to it and took it in my hand. It was hard, but it felt velvety soft too. As I slowly pumped it, it grew slightly and got even harder. Tom’s cock was about the size of my own seven-incher, but his, unlike mine, was circumcised. I put my lips to it and kissed it, feeling it throb playfully against my mouth. As he pushed his power tool up to meet my lips, I knew the moment of truth was at hand. I opened my mouth and took the head in. He moaned with pleasure as I flicked my tongue around the slick tip. I couldn’t believe how excited I was getting. Only then did I realize Tom was playing with my own raging hard-on.
I wet his cock with my saliva and began pumping it with my mouth. Ironically I was thinking of the fabulous head my own girlfriend gives me. In fact, I was using some of the secrets of her own special technique, making sure to keep my mouth very wet and gently nibbling the base of Tom’s cock with my teeth.
Tom was really enjoying himself and was soon moving his hips in perfect rhythm with my mouth. He said, “Careful, I’m going to come.” But I wouldn’t hear of stopping. I wanted his load in my mouth. I sucked and pumped more furiously than ever until finally he erupted inside my waiting mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, then licked up all the excess liquid dripping down his cock.
He started laughing and said it was the best blowjob he’d ever had, and confided that his girlfriend never let him come in her mouth. Then he said, “Now it’s your turn.” My cock was harder than it ever had been, and the second I felt his warm mouth on it I almost came. But I held back and enjoyed myself. He looked up at me and said, “Go ahead and come in my mouth. I want to taste you too.” Another fantasy come true! My girlfriend had always said that semen tasted horrible and wouldn’t let so much as a spoonful enter her mouth. But I now knew how much she was missing, and apparently so did Tom. He licked and sucked and slurped me into a frenzy. At last, I bucked my hips and came all over his mouth and lips. He lapped up my jism and let me watch him playfully rub it all over my cock. I can almost come again just thinking about it.
The next morning we did one another again, already displaying the fruits of experience. We’re planning another trip real soon. Don’t tell my girl, but I think she’s got some hot competition. C.T., Los Angeles, California
A few months ago I switched jobs within the company I work for. One of the first people I met in my new capacity was the timekeeper, Ron. Ron and I hit it off right away and quickly became friends. Three weeks later Ron revealed something that really surprised me. He wrote me a letter confessing that he was homosexual. He said in the letter that he wanted to tell me before I heard it from anyone else. When we talked again, I told him it did not bother or concern me. He reassured me that he was not trying to make a move on me, nor would he try. I admit I was relieved since I’d never dealt with a situation like this before.
Well, I thought Ron and I were just going to stay casual friends, but after about two months had passed he asked me out for lunch. There was something about his invitation that made me uneasy, so I came up with a lame excuse for not being able to go. But he was persistent, and, after a while, I decided I’d go. It was good to talk with him again, but for the most part our “date” was uneventful.
Ron and I continued to be friendly, and we had lunch several more times. It got to the point where we would do something together about once a week. I told him not to think this meant that I was gay also, and he said he understood. But as we continued to meet, I started to wonder what sex with another man would be like. But it was two years before I finally succumbed to my curiosity.
Ron and I had planned to spend a weekend together at the beach. After we checked into our hotel, we unpacked and relaxed In front of the TV. Ron started rubbing my back, and I surprised him by returning the favor. He told me to just lay still, and slowly took my clothes off. Ron then removed his clothes, and soon there was no turning back. He started with his tongue, slowly licking me all over my body. That alone felt great. But when he started to go down on my dick, I nearly went crazy with pleasure. Ron just squeezed his lips together hard and went down on my dick with a vengeance. It was clear he’d had a lot of experience sucking cock. He was able to alternate between aggressive, furious motions and tender, gentle nibbling. When I came, he clenched his mouth tightly around my pumping prick, gulping intently until he’d swallowed me dry.
After some time we reversed roles, and I got my first taste of cock. To be honest, I thought I wasn’t very good at it. The generous proportions of Ron’s hammer were probably a little too much for a novice such as myself to handle. But Ron seemed to be in a frenzy just the same, and when he came he had a smile on his face.
It was quite some time before we had sex again. Some of Ron’s friends decided to take a trip and asked him to watch over their huge house while they were away. Of course he invited me over. We both took showers and, after we finished, headed for the bedroom. He started with a tongue bath over my whole body just like that first day at the beach. Then he went down on me again, and once more I felt more pleasure than I could’ve possibly dreamed. When it was time for me to return the favor, I tried something different than I’d done previously. I tried to swallow his whole dick this time. I still couldn’t get it all in my mouth, but I gave it my best shot. I guess Ron figured this out, since he moved us into the 69 position. Now I was able to suck much more of his thick prick. For his part, Ron was doing an extraordinary deep-throat job on my six-inch bat.
Ron came first, and the feeling of his hot sperm jetting into my mouth was enough to make me shoot my own wad deep into his throat.
Who knows when Ron and I will have our next encounter. All I know is that sometimes it pays for friends to share secrets and fantasies with each other. Name and address withheld
I am an avid fan of Penthouse Letters and I always get turned on when reading it, especially the “Boy Meets Boy” section. I consider myself bisexual, but I hadn’t had anything to write about until recently.
I was out shopping for a stereo. When I stopped at a new store in town, a tall, husky salesman introduced himself as Jose and asked if he could help me find what I was looking for. I was surprised by his friendliness and said I didn’t know a lot about stereos, but wanted something with superb sound. Jose is Mexican, stands about six feet two and weighs over two hundred pounds. He has a bit of a round stomach and a slightly chubby ass. After showing me several stereo systems, Jose said he had a stereo at home that he wanted to sell, and if I was interested in seeing it, I could stop by that night. He gave me a card with his address on it.
I decided to check out his stereo, so that evening I went over to his apartment. When I knocked on the door, Jose answered wearing only a robe. He said he had arrived home from work a little late and still had to take a shower. He turned on the stereo and said he would be right back. When he returned, now fully dressed, I told him I would buy the stereo. He said, “Let’s settle the deal with a drink.” It sounded like a good idea to me, so we kicked back with a couple of Scotches and started to talk.
After a few drinks, Jose asked if I wanted to smoke a doobie and watch some X-rated videos. I said, “Sure,” secretly hoping that this would lead to something better. After we finished the joint, Jose said he wanted to get out of his tight pants. When he returned from his bedroom he was wearing a pair of running shorts with nothing underneath. He sat down next to me, and we continued to watch the video.
The action on the screen was getting really hot, and my dick was getting harder by the second. Jose noticed what was happening and lay his head down on my lap. He asked if it was okay, and by this time I was ready for anything.
I told him I needed to use the bathroom, and he told me where it was. When I returned I stripped down to my undershorts, saying my pants also felt too tight. It was really hot in his apartment, and the change felt great. I sat back down, and Jose immediately put his head back in my lap. My dick started to get hard again, and Jose wasted no time now. He pushed down the band of my shorts, took the head of my dick into his mouth and started to gently suck on it. I was rock hard in a second. I told him I didn’t have much experience at this, and he said not to worry.
He moved around to the front of me, knelt down and removed my shorts. He then started to suck me in earnest. My cock is about seven inches long and very thick. Jose licked it from top to bottom and nibbled on my balls, sending shivers through my body. He suggested we move to his bedroom, where we would have more room, and I agreed. When I stepped into the room behind him, he bent over to remove his shorts, giving me my first look at his ass. My dick was about to explode, so I moved forward and stuck it in the crack of his big ass. He moaned and pushed back against me, wiggling his ass back and forth.
We moved to the bed, and I got my first look at his cock. It was about eight inches long, but not as wide as mine. We moved into a 69, and I licked him from his ass to the tip of his cock, enjoying the salty-tasting drops of pre-come oozing from his cock. After ten minutes of warming each other up, Jose rolled me on my back and reached over to grab a tube of K-Y jelly.
He put some in his hand and started massaging it into my asshole, slowly pushing in a finger while pulling on my cock. I started to get a little nervous because, up until then, all I had ever done was suck a few cocks and get a few blowjobs myself. I told him this, and he promised he would take it easy.
He pushed my legs up and slowly started to slide the head of his cock into my tight ass. It hurt a little until my muscles relaxed, then he thrust it all the way in. He used slow strokes at first and increased his speed a little at a time. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock buried deep in my ass. My dick was rock hard, and I couldn’t wait for my turn to do the fucking. I suddenly felt Jose’s cock get bigger in my ass, and I pushed harder against him, moving my hips around. He exploded in a violent orgasm, filling my ass with spurt after spurt of his thick cream.
He pulled out of me, got on his hands and knees, and yelled for me to fuck him hard. I greased his hole and rubbed my cock up and down his crack, enjoying the feeling. I put the head of my cock at his hole and pushed it in. I had to stop for a moment so he could get used to the size of my dick. He said he had never had one that wide, and for the first time he felt like he was really going to get filled up. He relaxed and said, “Shove it all in.” I started ramming my dick in and out of his ass like a piston. I had never felt anything as tight as his ass in all my life. It put all the pussy I ever had to shame. Now don’t get me wrong. I love a good, tight pussy as much as the next guy, but when Jose clenched and unclenched the muscles in his ass, man, that felt tight. I couldn’t hold back any longer and came deep in his hole. It was so intense I thought I would pass out.
We got cleaned up by showering together, each soaping up the other. We both got excited again and finished the evening by giving each other a blowjob in the shower. It was great.
We agreed to see each other when we didn’t have dates or just needed the company of another man. I know this letter is long, but I hope you will print it so others might be encouraged to write about their bi or homosexual experiences. W.R., Tampa, Florida
Before I divulge the tale of my weekend in ecstasy, let me mention that the entire episode revolves around an innocent-looking black leather duffel bag. The aforementioned bag had been lying on a windowsill in my friend Lance’s twentieth-floor luxury hotel suite.
Lance and I have been close friends since grade school. Even though we’ve always admitted to each other that we’re both a little off-the-wall, Lance has always been more wild and crazy than I. Always coming out with something new, Lance didn’t surprise me back in 1982 when he told me he was gay. It never offended me, which is something Lance has always been thankful for. We’ve always been alike, except for our sexual preferences, and that’s held true—until just recently.
I first noticed the duffel bag while I stood at the window and looked down at the river below. I don’t know why it piqued my interest, but I unzipped the bag to take a look inside. Little did I know my private fantasies would become public, and I would have the most incredible experience of my life. In the bag I found two gay videos and a magazine full of color pictures depicting men in group scenes and bondage. There was also a black, ten-inch vibrator that churned, twisted and rotated. Beside it was a ten-by-two-inch vibrating butt plug, with a heating element and a huge base. With each discovery, my prick grew and grew, and when I found seven tubes of K-Y jelly, medical tape and leather restraints, my prick began to ease out of my shorts.
Like a child in a toy store, I was so enthralled I couldn’t decide where to start. The videos were my first choice, but I wasn’t able to locate the VCR. I settled for the magazine and began to study each page. I was so engrossed that I didn’t hear Lance return. I was caught in the act, so to speak. In his arms were a VCR and a camcorder that he had borrowed from the hotel’s front desk. My expression and obvious bulge told Lance that it was time for my second cherry to be taken. We mutually decided that first a shower would be in order.
Showering together, we thoroughly shampooed, soaped and rinsed every orifice on our bodies. For the first time ever, I fondled another man’s prick, causing it to swell and his balls to tighten. But Lance smiled and stepped away from me, saying that he was in control, not me.
After we toweled each other dry, I brushed my teeth. Lance headed for the bedroom. When I finished, I followed him. I found Lance lying on his back on the bed, with his head hanging over the edge. He reached out to cup my ass-cheeks as he sucked my semi-flaccid prick down his throat. My prick swelled quickly, for my purple cockhead was thoroughly massaged on its way down his throat. All the while my eyes were glued to Lance’s nine-inch dick, which was twitching as if to taunt me, like its owner.
Not having had any sex in at least six weeks, my orgasm was rapidly approaching, but I was determined to at least taste Lance’s dick, not caring who was in control. Leaning forward, my lips were just about to lock onto his huge cockhead, when Lance reminded me he was in charge. Suddenly Lance pulled out the black, ten-inch vibrator, smothered in K-Y jelly. At this sight I bent over, and Lance firmly shoved the toy into my ass. After about fifteen minutes, Lance had worked seven inches up my once-virgin rectum. At this point I discovered the toy’s delights as Lance turned the vibrator on. All at once my asshole contracted, and come splashed down Lance’s throat. He never missed a drop and kept sucking me until I was dry.
Lance rolled away just as the intensity of the orgasm caused me to pass out on the bed. All the while, the dildo churned in my hole. I don’t remember how long I was out, but when I came to I found Lance In the living room watching a video on the VCR. On the TV screen, five guys were spreading K-Y jelly into the hole of a younger guy, who was tied up, to prepare him for a gang bang.
When the phone rang and Lance was distracted for a few minutes, I replayed this scene over and over, fascinated and excited by the sight. Lance only smiled and stroked his nine-inch hard-on as he talked on the phone. The gang bang scene started my blood pumping and got my dick rising. Walking up behind Lance, I nestled my prick in the crack of his ass and asked how I could return his earlier favor.
He smiled slyly and said that I was about to do just that. With that, he slid his tongue down my throat and led me into the bedroom by my prick. Once there, he shoved me forward and jerked the vibrator from my asshole. By then it felt as if it belonged there. Not to leave me empty for long, an enema nozzle soon took its place. I received three enemas before Lance was satisfied that I was thoroughly cleaned out.
The enemas had given me another hard-on, so Lance led me by the prick to the living room. Once there, my curiosity and horniness compelled me to ask about his butt plug. Lance’s only reply was to play another segment of the tape, which showed a guy tied spread-eagle to a table while three others took turns whipping him. This scene was almost too much for me, and I gave my dick a few strokes. My masturbation was abruptly terminated when Lance bound me to a footstool between the TV and the couch. While my ass and prick dangled off the edge, Lance spread my legs apart and tied each ankle to one of the couch legs with leather thongs, leaving me defenseless. My legs were completely spread-eagle, leaving my ass hole exposed as if in open invitation. With only my arms free, Lance handed me the magazine and told me to amuse myself.
Moments later Lance returned with the object of my curiosity—his butt plug. As he coated it with K-Y jelly, he casually remarked that he was happy I enjoyed gang bangs. My imagination ran wild as I spurted come onto the rug. Lance said that he knew I would welcome the idea, and went on to explain that the butt plug was invented for those who were virgins to butt-fucking. According to Lance, the plug saved time and pain, since you can buy one in any size you wish your hole expanded to. Lance went on to say, “It is especially useful today, since you will not only lose your anal cherry, but I’ve also called four friends who are going to satisfy your curiosity about gang bangs.”
At this point, Lance knelt behind me, but instead of an intrusion I felt a shot in each cheek, which Lance explained was a muscle relaxant and painkiller to ensure my further enjoyment. No sooner done with the needle, Lance shoved the butt plug into my willing hole and turned it on. I barely felt the intrusion. Lance then left the room.
I watched the TV. My counterparts in the video had holes oozing with come and K-Y jelly. It ran down their balls and off their pricks, forming puddles. I thought to myself that soon I would also receive those pleasures. For the next hour or so I watched, fascinated, as dozens of assholes were stretched and stuffed with nice, big pricks. The magazine also featured an enticing selection of boys, with pricks my mouth and hole now openly yearned for. After two hours, the pain reliever must have worn off, because I could sense a warm tingling, which I knew was the butt plug. From all the stimulation, the K-Y jelly felt as if it were dripping out of my hole and down my prick to form its own puddle.
Finally Lance returned to tease me. He informed me that it would still be another hour before my hole was stretched sufficiently. During the last hour, Lance played a video of his last party. Naturally, it revolved around the gang bang of a virgin asshole. One of the guests was endowed with a twelve-inch dick, whose size intrigued me. I hoped he had been invited back for my party. Finally Lance pulled the plug from my hole. I knew the party was near, and just the thought of five different pricks pumping my hole full of come made my heart race. My dick rose to a permanent bright red hard-on that lasted the remainder of the evening.
No sooner wished for than received, four guys came in and were introduced to me as Larry, Jake, Tim and Bart. All four were rock hard in anticipation, just grinning at the sight of a bound virgin who was about to have his second cherry busted. All were more than eager to pump me, but my eyes focused on one twelve-inch dick that I recognized from the tape.
After a few jokes, some comparisons and a little foreplay, it was decided they would take turns fucking me. The one with the smallest cock would be first, and the one with the biggest would be last. The order they established was Tim, Jake, Bart, Lance and then Larry, who had the whopper I coveted. With that, Lance strapped my upper back and arms to the footstool, then gagged me with the ten-inch dildo and gave me two more injections of painkiller and muscle relaxant, in anticipation of four to five hours of butt-fucking.
Tim quickly greased his prick and my hole with K-Y jelly, then buried three fingers in my butt. After only five minutes from Tim, all agreed I should be videotaped, and the tape simultaneously played on the TV directly in front of me so everyone could watch. For the next five hours I saw dozens of close-up shots of my hole stretched wide as the invitees stroked me from the tips of their pricks to their balls. As added encouragement, there were a few shots from below, as K-Y jelly and come drained from my eager hole with every stroke, and droplets matted the hair around my hole and clung to my tight, hairy balls.
During all this my face showed only ecstasy and desire, as my asshole lusted for even bigger pricks and more come. Tim, Jake and Bart each touted seven, eight, and eight and a half inches of cock meat respectively, and all three packed my hole tight with wads of K-Y jelly and come, showing no mercy for my wanton, eager hole. Lance was next, with a lust that surprised me. While he reminded me of his dominance over me, he pulled the dildo from my mouth so everyone could hear me plead for his cock. Then began a half hour of ever-growing pain, as Lance’s dick stretched my hole even more. With each stroke, more jelly oozed out, until I was screaming as Lance came deep inside me.
As I calmed down, he laughed, saying my lungs should have been saved for Larry’s twelve-inch dong. Larry used almost one whole tube of K-Y jelly as Lance told him the butt plug had been in for an extra hour just for him. With that, the camera zoomed in on my hole, and I watched on the TV as Larry rammed all twelve inches into me in one stroke. My screams soon turned to moans of pleasure. With a firm grip on each cheek, Larry blistered my hole. I watched him pull out to the tip on every stroke and then slam back in. I was almost at the point of passing out, but I wanted to feel Larry cram his prick in me to the hilt as he came. Teasing me, Larry said he would keep stroking until I choked and come spurted out both ends. An hour later, Larry finally grabbed my hips as at least a quart of boiling come was packed up my ass. I finally passed out, still impaled on Larry’s monster dick.
I awoke around noon on Sunday, stretched out on the living room floor. I felt as if I had been reborn. The footstool was still close by. On the couch were Lance and one of his friends I hadn’t met, each sucking the other’s dick.
I interrupted the ferocious 69, asking for more cock. At that point, I rolled over onto the footstool, spread my legs, parted my cheeks and offered my hole. Lance, to my surprise, showed compassion by forgoing his turn, saying I had had enough yesterday. His very well-hung friend could not resist and jumped up from the couch. He greased my hole and his cock. Then my hole lustfully inhaled his dong, which I later measured at two and a half inches wide. While he held my hips, I bucked back against his meat, never seeming to take him deep enough. Lance, not missing an opportunity, filmed even more of my escapade, cheering us on and praising my natural gift for inhaling pricks.
Since that weekend, Lance and I have been frequent lovers. Often he has, with my permission, offered my asshole to other gang-bangers. I’ve taken on six groups in two and a half months now. My record is thirteen guys in a row.
I am quickly becoming a devotee of the gang bang. We party again in two weeks at the suite, where I will demonstrate Lance’s new tilting restraint table and his new butt plug. D.L., Laredo, Texas
I am a white male, thirty-eight years old, who decided, after being seduced by one, that I enjoy making it with men. I have a steady relationship with a woman, but since my encounter I occasionally crave anal sex.
It all started a few months ago. It was a hot summer evening, and I had decided to go out for a cold beer after work. I stopped in at a place I pass along my way home. After I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer, a man came in and took the stool next to mine. As time passed we started to talk about things in general. After a while, Doug suggested that we move to a table. I agreed. After we sat down again, he told me I looked like I could use a good fuck. Assuming he meant with a woman, I agreed, but lamented that my girlfriend was out of town for a few weeks. He interrupted me, saying that he wanted to fuck me! At first I was shocked, but he really was a hunk, and the way he was looking at me excited me. He went on to describe exactly what he would do to me. By now I was getting aroused, almost beyond control.
Doug then suggested we go to his room at a nearby hotel so he could show me what he’d do for me. On the way I had some doubts, but once I was in his room and saw him strip down to a pair of sexy bikini underwear, I decided what the heck. After he had removed his clothes and told me to do the same, I was able to observe his muscular body he lifts weights and could see the massive bulge his cock made inside his bikini underwear.
Doug advanced toward me, took me by the shoulders and forced me to my knees so that I was right in front of his bulge. He then started thrusting his crotch at me and rubbing it allover my face. I could smell his man-odor, and a bit of pre-come was spotting his underwear. I was going crazy. He then ordered, “Take my cock out and suck it.” I told him I’d never done that before, but he just slipped his underwear down, freeing what turned out to be a seven-and-a-half-inch cock, with a circumference of almost three inches, and mashed his cock against my lips. He started talking dirty to me, calling me a slut and a cocksucker, and telling me how much he was going to enjoy fucking me in the ass. As I slowly got used to sucking his cock, I was surprised at how hot I was getting. My own cock was rock hard, and my asshole was contracting in rhythm with his thrusts.
After a few minutes of sucking, licking and fondling his huge pole and hairy balls, Doug lifted me from my knees and led me to the bed. After positioning me on my back, he bent down and started sucking my cock. By now I was practically insane! Suddenly Doug stopped, grabbed my knees and forced my legs back until they touched my shoulders. Then he spit into his hand and smeared the saliva over my asshole. When he pushed a finger against my anus, it felt a little uncomfortable. He gently worked first one, then two and finally three fingers into my asshole. I humped his fingers like crazy. Repositioning himself, he placed the head of his cock against my hole, then gently thrust forward until the head popped in. He continued to drive it in until I could feel his balls against my ass-cheeks. Steadily increasing the tempo, he was soon fucking me like a sex-starved man humps a hot woman. I was moaning like a whore and pushing back to meet his thrusts. I loved the full sensation I was experiencing. Doug finally tensed up and plunged in as far as he could go. Grabbing my ass-cheeks and pulling them toward him, he spurted deep inside me. I can’t describe the sensation I felt as he shot his hot load into me. After he had pulled out, he kissed and caressed me tenderly, and spoke to me soothingly, stroking my cock until I shot a load onto my chest.
By now the booze was wearing off, and I was beginning to have second thoughts about all of this. But then Doug started to fondle me again, slowly bringing me back to a full erection. He would stroke me until I was about to shoot, then would abruptly stop. He did this twice, and I found myself actually begging him to fuck me again. I couldn’t believe it! I sounded like a virgin who had just discovered cocks. Doug was very obliging and fucked me again. This time I came when he started shooting his load into me.
This encounter began on a Friday night. By Saturday morning Doug had turned me into a cock-slave. Sensing his advantage, he pressed me into acknowledging his dominance over me. Since that weekend tryst, which, by the way, did not end until Sunday afternoon, he has trained me to suck his cock like a pro, take his cock in any position and to rim him. Recently he brought a friend over, and they both fucked me. I still see him occasionally, usually when he calls and orders me to come visit him. He generally has me play a passive, female role. However, I must admit I love my interludes with Doug and adore being his whore. W.R., Boston, Massachusetts