Published at: 03:04 pm - Monday April 21 2008
Three twinks decided to have a sex adventure
Park Work
I d just graduated from high school and turned 18 about a month before. Summer was here and I d gotten a job working for the city park commission doing general landscape maintenance work at a small wooded park located at the edge of town. The job was temporary created for the summer and didn t pay very well. I didn t mind I was outside and on my own all day long. This was in 1975. I was 6 2 tall weighed about 150# had long blonde straight hair blue eyes and typically wore only a pair of short cut off blue jeans and my work boots for most of the day.
I was supposed to wear a shirt but the park was unsupervised and isolated. I was tan and free and up to that point in my life unquestionably straight. I was still a virgin which was irksome in those days of supposed free love but I had had many hot petting sessions on dates – some leaving my jeans in a rather sticky condition. I was pretty naive when it can to the gay lifestyle. In fact I didn t know anything about gays or being gay. As far as I was concerned I d never known a gay person in my entire short life.
It took me about 2 weeks and a surprise encounter before I figured out that this park had a secret side to it. One that the that the park commission hadn t intended and one that I hadn t known existed before. Everyday around noon a number of single men including business men frequented the one restroom and a few went off into the woods together. I also noticed that guys seemed to come and go throughout the day.
On that day two weeks into my tenure as a park worker I was working along the edge of the woods cleaning up debris and litter that had blown into the long grass. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted movement about 50 feet into the trees and made out the profile of a guy. He was leaning with his back against a tree and his stomach arched outwards. I thought a first he was simply taking a leak but then I noticed the other man. The second man was on his knees kneeling in front of him. My mouth dropped open and I knelt down to hide from their view. The standing man had his hard cock in the others mouth. He was getting a blow job from the man kneeling on the ground!
My heart started to pound. Not only from the anxiety of being caught but also at the sight in front of me. The standing man s hands clutched the back of the others head as his large cock slid in and out of the kneeling mans mouth. I felt I should leave. This was abnormal and I shouldn t be watching it. Most of all I shouldn t be getting the rock hard erection that was filling my shorts. I wasn t gay but I was fast becoming hard and couldn t stop staring. The standing man pulled his cock from the kneeling mans mouth.
The crouched man took his balls and cupped them in his hand while stroking the other hard dick. It was all the standing man could take. He tensed and I knew he was about to cum. I had gotten so hard that I wanted to pull my own cock out and jerk off. Streams of hot sperm shot from the standing mans penis onto the leaf blanketed ground. The kneeling man licked the tip of the other s cock cleaning away the last traces of his orgasm. I couldn t believe how hard I was. My cock and balls ached. I actually wished that my dick had been sucked by the man on the ground. I tried to sneak away with out being seen but in the process knocked over the cart that I had half filled with debris. Without looking back I made my way to the mens room where I hoped to find relief in one of the 2 stalls.
I felt a hand clutch my shoulder and I turned around to face the guy who had been on his knees. He was probably in his mid 30 s dark haired with an athletic build. I couldn t help it but my eyes focused on his lips. I couldn t see any cum but I knew that he d just licked a dick clean.
Did you see what we were doing back there he asked me in a hushed voice. My heart was pounding and I knew I was flushed.
What do you mean I intelligently responded.
Were you watching what we were doing he asked again?
I won t tell anyone I replied. I didn t mean to see you. I wasn t spying
He reached out and cupped my crotch with his free hand. It seems you liked what you saw. Do you want me to do it to you he asked?
Hey I m not queer I answered quickly. I like girls. I don t do it with guys
He smiled and continued to massage my hard cock through my cut offs. Like most 18 year old guys with a raging hard on at that point it didn t matter if he was a guy a girl or a trained chimp if he kept doing what he was doing I d soon cum in my jeans.
I m not queer either he answered – a blatant lie I found out later. I just like to give blow jobs. At least this statement was true. Just shut your eyes and pretend I m a girl.
Walking behind me with his hands on my hips he guided me into a stall and sat on the toilet in front of me. I shut my eyes and felt his fingers undo the top button on my shorts and slowly pull down my zipper. I made a soft moan in anticipation. His hands grabbed each side of my jean shorts and he pulled them down around my ankles with one movement. My cock sprang free rock hard inches from his face.
He gently cupped each of my butt checks with his hands and pulled me forward until the swollen head of my cock was pressed against his closed lips. I groaned and tried to push my cock into his mouth but it remained closed. His tongue slid out and scraped along the bottom of my mushroom. My knees buckled and I fell back against the stall door and making a loud noise. He quietly scolded me for making the noise and pulled me towards him his hands squeezing my bare ass. He took me into his mouth.
God I had never felt anything like this before. I moaned and he shussed me again. It was so good. I wanted it to go on for ever but knew that I d be lucky if I held out for more than a minute. I d never felt anything so hot warm and intense before in my life.
He pulled my cock from his mouth and replaced it with my balls squeezing the base of my dick so I wouldn t cum. I felt so vulnerable and so excited. I was under his control. He could do with me what he wanted. His tongue rolled my balls back and forth and I gasped at the sensation. Without thinking I cupped the back of his head with my hands as the man had outside.
His attentions returned to my cock his hot wet mouth encompassing half of its length. He sucking became more intense as if he wanted to suck the cum from my dick like a thick milkshake through a small straw.
It s going to happen I gasped as I felt my cock swell and my cum boil up. I made a feeble attempt to pull from his mouth but he held me firm inside. I exploded and held him in place. He never stopped sucking milking my cum with his tongue mouth and lips. I felt like I d never stop cumming. It was if I d never cum before and in a way that was true. I d never experienced anything like this before. A furtive hand job in my pants by a nervous girl in no way compared. Obviously he was being honest when he said he like to give blow jobs. He swallowed my cum greedily.
I m sorry I lamely said.
He laughed and replied I m not. He licked the last drop of cum from my cock pulled up my shorts tucked me in zipped me up and said I come here at least once a week see you soon.
With that he opened the stall and left. I stayed inside for another few minutes trying to slow down my breathing and stop shaking. It was obvious that something significant had changed in my life. I was confused as to whether this was good or bad. Everything that I had heard during the first seventeen years of my life said this was not right. However when I started to get hard again as I pictured what had just happened I said out loud. Fuck em all. I was surprised when I heard a voice from the stall next to me say Well son maybe not all of them but at least one at a time.
But that s the start of another story.
Published at: 10:04 am - Thursday April 17 2008
Interracial man lovers fucks each others tight brown eyes
Boyish Fun
I hadn t always been like this. During all my 38 years I had considered myself hetero-sexual normal I d had sex with around 20 women counting quickies as well as relationships when I masturbated it was to images of sexy women or fantasies involving women.
So what had happened to make me so obsessive about John? How had this intern 15 years my junior started to appear in my darkest thoughts sparking images of wanton sex leading me to imagine all kinds of things I had barely even read about?
Was it really just from that afternoon at the lake when a few colleagues from work had met up for a picnic sharing cold food cold wine and a lot of laughs? John who had been sent to us for a month from our corporate HQ was just getting to be accepted by our team of accountants. He was making a good impression – he could be funny was clearly bright and had good potential at work but wasn t pushy and too obviously trying to get himself noticed.
I noticed him particularly when – several bottles later – someone suggested a skinny dip. We were in a secluded area and it didn t seem to be a bad idea. Anyway it had happened before and some of us at least had seen each other naked. I was actually looking forward to seeing Jean a new staff member in her mid-twenties get her gear off.
I hadn t expected to be so interested in seeing John – his slim body almost hairless apart from a little bush at his groin stayed etched in my memory after I got home. I couldn t stop him from coming into my thoughts as I lay in bed stroking my cock and thinking of Jean s perky breasts. John reminded me of the Michelangelo statue of David even down to the rather small uncircumcised penis. He looked more 18 than 23 and that alone worried me.
Just as I was getting close to cumming from thinking of Jean John would appear his smile his hairless chest his… penis. I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined touching him and him touching me… very quickly I climaxed in a breathless hard spasm that left great blobs of cum on my chest and tummy.
It was all very well feeling embarrassed even guilty about it the next day just that was enough to make me think of him all over again resulting in strong arousal under the shower. I resisted the urge to masturbate instead putting the shower on cold. That may have been my big mistake…
At this time John was working in my section so it was natural for us to spend time together – I was taking him under my wing after all. I was especially sensitive to his mood that Monday morning wondering if he had noticed me looking at him as he dived and cavorted naked in the lake. However he greeted me in his usual slightly timid way and we got on with our work.
From time to time I found my mind wandering and images of him came and went leading me to get aroused. Try as I might not to let it happen it did – and when he came over to ask me a question standing beside me to see the computer screen there was no way of hiding the outline of my erection. He blushed – just a little but unmistakably enough to make it clear he hadn t missed it. We went on with out working session but I sensed that a line had been crossed.
At midday I was still so aroused that I went to the men s loo and masturbated deliberately thinking of John and letting my imagination run riot around his body… I came heavily into folds of loo paper and spent a long time cleaning myself up afterwards. In the afternoon I was able to concentrate on work and not on him.
That evening I was not troubled by any raunchy thoughts at all and went off to sleep without needing to masturbate. In the morning though I was once again horny and this time let myself go under the shower figuring that this would stop me thinking about John at work. In fact as I travelled to the office I made up my mind to put some space between us and so end this haunting obsession.
I had a word with a colleague who agreed to take over my coaching sessions with John on the pretext that I had some urgent work to catch up with. That way I didn t have much contact with him at all. I still found myself once or twice looking over to him and noticing his hands small-boned and rather fine: how often I mused did they touch his own penis and get sticky with his own cum?
This was entirely the wrong tack for it had me back in the loo in the afternoon masturbating almost viciously to get shot of my arousal my sperm my desire for John. For that was what it had become: desire to touch him stroke him kiss him… it was unbelievable and I knew I had to take every possible step to avoid him.
Later in the week he passed me in the corridor and stopped calling after me: Mike? I stopped and turned feeling a knot in my throat. Mike he went on Is there anything wrong with my work? You seem to have been avoiding me lately. I d prefer you to tell me directly if I ve messed up on something.
I went over to him trying to keep my emotions under wrap. Hell no John I said Your work is fine. You re doing very well. It s just that… I had to cough Just that I ve had quite a lot of work to finish this week.
Really? he replied looking almost childishly relieved (which started to spark off more unwelcome thoughts in my mind). If there s anything I can help with just say I don t mind staying late to help you. You re very inspirational Mike… I wanted to tell you that. Whatever I can do you only have to ask.
He didn t blush saying it but I certainly did hearing it. For a moment I was lost for words. Then some inspiration – diabolical rather than divine I suppose – came to me: Thanks John but it s just about finished. Sorry I ve been remote. Maybe we could go out on Friday evening have a couple of beers whatever?
I d really like that Mike. Thanks so much. See you later! And he walked away beaming while I had to take a hard decision not to go to the men s room.
Friday came and I had only the vaguest idea of what we could do. Start with a couple of beers maybe at a mildly adult bar just to make John feel more grown up (I hoped he carried ID with him). I d play the rest by ear.
At ZoГ« s Place the bar stools were starting to fill up with fellow TGIF believers. The music was not too deafening and a couple of girls were limbering up at the poles – the delicious dark-haired beauty I d noticed the last time was there and I gave her a big smile. She looked straight through me as she wrapped her legs round the pole.
John seemed slightly edgy and I asked him if the place was OK. Sure he said with a shy smile but I ve not been to this sort of bar for real. Seen it in films but… wow! He was looking at the girl who had so pointedly not greeted me and who was now massaging her breasts.
We squeezed onto the only remaining stools and ordered up beer. John seemed quite at home with beer at any rate – he drank down half in one go. He caught me looking at him in my quizzical way and smiled saying Sorry I just need to get myself to relax a bit!
One of the things I like about ZoГ« s is that the music is not so loud that you can t have a conversation. I asked John whether he had a girlfriend. He paused looking into his beer before replying: No-one special right now. I sensed he didn t want to talk about it but was intrigued – the thought flashed through my mind could he actually be gay? The idea prompted my cock to twitch and the beer – we were on our third now – gave me enough Dutch courage not to worry about it. I was beginning to have some very lurid thoughts and they weren t to do with the woman on the pole.
How about we get something to eat? I asked him. He agreed and as we stepped down from our stools he bumped into me his thigh directly on my groin where my arousal was beginning to grow (fortunately not to show). The feeling was sublime and that was when I decided that I would follow this feeling to wherever it might lead.
We found a restaurant which I like because it has booths that give you some degree of privacy. John seemed to be enjoying himself too and had opened up a lot to the point where he was asking me questions about my personal life. I told him I was divorced had no relationship at present but was always open to suggestions… this last comment might have sounded too obvious to be true but he laughed and said I have a sister who s 25 – you d like her but she s engaged. I didn t comment.
Towards midnight when we d eaten and drunk as much as we could it was time to go home. In the men s loo we stood at adjacent stalls to pee and I couldn t help glancing over at him – to be astonished at the sight of his cock no longer the flaccid boy-penis I had seen at the lake but a thick half-hard shaft that he was holding out as if for me to see. The sight gave my own semi-erection a twitch and I realised that he was looking quite overtly at me.
We stood like that for a moment a long moment in which I tried to search for some words that would take us out of the impasse. But it was John who broke the silence: I have some scotch in my hotel room Mike do you like scotch? And he smiled his boyish smile.
I don t remember how we got to his modest hotel it seemed to take ages. But upstairs in his room he produced a bottle of first class single malt and poured two shots. Cheers he said smiling and appearing strangely relaxed. He went into the bathroom leaving me to try to work it out: had I misjudged everything? Was he giving me a come-on or simply being the relaxed worker glad to have the company of a senior colleague?
Any doubts I had on the issue were compounded when he returned from the bathroom dressed – apparently – in only a white bathrobe. Hope you don t mind he said smiling I needed to get shot of my day clothes. I d offer you a gown too but I only have one. He paused then added: But there are plenty of towels…
The hint was clear and I didn t need him to repeat it. A few minutes later I was back in the room with a towel knotted at my waist. John had dimmed the lights and had topped up our glasses. We stood facing each other and raised our glasses in a silent toast. After sipping the strong whisky John said I saw you looking at me the other day at the lake I was surprised you hadn t let me know before.
Suddenly embarrassed I said Well I… I… was surprised myself John. I m not usually… um… He broke in: You re not usually interested in guys? Well well….! And with that he moved closer to me closed his eyes and murmured In that case I m just very flattered that you made me the exception Mike and in so saying kissed me lightly on the lips. As he did so his robe opened and I sensed rather than immediately saw that he was indeed naked under it. I felt his penis rise and push against the front of my towel where my own cock was pushing out. John kissed me again and said Isn t it time to introduce our two friends…?
He reached out and untied my towel letting it drop to the floor. I could feel the warmth from his body invading the foggy arousal of my mind unbidden my cock thickened and lifted pushing out against John s. I couldn t believe this was happening but I felt so happy that it was.
Come to bed lover I heard John say. You have a lot of catching up to do…