I started sorting picking out the promising messages-- those who sounded talented and those who sounded inexperienced but promising. I usually only let experienced and talented cocksuckers touch my cock but sometimes it was fun to train someone new. They would learn how to suck cock exactly like I needed and I wouldn't have to break them of bad habits.
I scheduled more sessions at my Glory hole for the rest of the day. I tried to alternate between experienced and novice cocksuckers.
I heard the next cocksucker show up. I walked to my glory hole, my cock already dripping and standing erect. I felt his lips and nose push deep into my crotch. He inhaled deeply and started tonging around my crotch. The cocksucker pulled back and I heard him ask "Were you sucked earlier?"
"Yes"
"Hot Sir. I can taste his spit on your cock."
"Just keep sucking."
He got back to work and started going down deeply on me. He was very talented. It was going to be a challenge to hold back my load from him. Being blown thirty minutes ago would help, but this guy was good.
His mouth was velvety wet and tight. His throat was open and he had good control of his gag reflex. My cock was pushing in and out of his throat. I could hear him moaning with pleasure. I started thrusting to get my cock deeper in his throat. It was pure heaven.
We played for a long time-- cocksucker and cock. He used every trick to make me cum. I fought back to hold my load. I wanted the cocksucker to go all out, to show me everything he was capable of. I didn't want to make it to easy for him to get my juice.
I didn't realize how long we played. It had to have been more than an hour because the next cocksucker showed up. When the door opened my cocksucker pulled back. I heard them say a few words to each other, then I felt two sets of lips on my dick. One would work on my balls while the other sucked my cock. Then they would switch. It was getting hard to hold my load back. Finally I decided to cum. I thrust my cock deep into the hole and told the cock sucker to take it all. I blew my load deep into his throat. He took it all without gaging or needing to breath. He was a good cocksucker. I'd use him again.
I felt the second cocksucker lick some of the cum drops off my cock. Then they both left.
This was going to be a good day. I had already cum three times and I had three more appointments schedule. It had been a long time since I came six times in a day. But, I needed it and the glory hole gave me the opportunity.
First Time Visiting Bathhouse for a Nice Man
During a weekend trip to see a good friend in another city, I went to a bath house for the first time. Stan had decided it would be a new experience for me, and as I am adventurous enough to try anything within reason once, I went along with his proposal. That Saturday evening, after dinner, we went to the bath house and checked in, leaving our clothes in a locker and wearing only the skimpy towels the staff had issued us. In this regard, we were just like all of the other 100 or so guys on the premises.
Stan enjoys the steam sauna, while I find it fogs my glasses and makes it hard to breathe. While he went into the sauna, I went into the hot tub, where we'd agreed to meet later. Putting my towel up on a hook, I stepped down into the large tub, aware that all three of its occupants were eyeballing my thick fore-skinned cock.
I took a seat and after a couple of minutes, two of the guys got up and left, leaving me alone with the third, who began sidling around the periphery towards me. He struck up a conversation as he slid sideways through the hot, swirling water, and when he was within arm's length he reached out to stroke my thigh. My cock began to stir.
The contact was pleasant, but I remembered that Stan would be along any minute. Stan isn't jealous, and in fact we don't even have a solid physical relationship, but I also did not want casual sex with a stranger, as I didn't know where it might lead.
"You're a nice man," the stranger said to me, as his hand traveled down to caress my butt. I replied; "Thanks for the flattery but I'm here with a friend."
His face registered disappointment, and he stopped caressing my flank. After another minute, he got out of the tub. This gave me a view of what the swirling, bubbling water had concealed from me up to now, a nice, heavy fore-skinned cock remarkably like my own. Stan emerged from the sauna and joined me in the tub.
When I told him what had happened, he laughed. After a few more minutes we got out, donned our street clothes, and went back to his house. There, Stan put a European video on the screen and we stripped down to enjoy it. Stan had been cut at birth, and enjoys watching and handling foreskin. His eyes rested on mine for a moment, and I followed his gaze to see how my bulging cock-head outline was clearly visible through the protective cover. His fingers closed around my cock, which began to swell.
I put some baby oil on my hand and clasped Stan's prick, which despite the amputation was longer than mine. Stan had seven inches, and mine measures only six, although it's thicker and the head is much larger. I began stroking his quickly stiffening cock up and down, making sure my finger hit the sensitive bump on the underside of his cock just behind the head. Stan had told me this was the most sensitive spot on his penis, and I wanted to make his prick feel as good as he was making mine. We'd jacked each other while watching videos during previous visits, and we settled down to enjoy the show and the long, slow, build-up to release.
Tacitly, we'd decided against trying for simultaneous orgasms, because overall, we enjoyed sequential climaxes more. True, we gave up sharing the magic moment, but we gained a lot in other ways, and we were about to experience these again. Stan's glans swelled, and a drop of clear fluid filled the oval-shaped slot in the front of his tip. Stan had pulled my foreskin back all the way to lodge behind my high, flaring rim, and as we approached the end my tip swelled and became a darker shade of purple. A drop of prick-honey dribbled out of my tear-drop shaped orifice, running down the glans onto his clasping, encircling fingers.
After an hour, we were ready for release, having watched many of the performers on the screen shooting their loads with wild abandon. We decided Stan would go first, and I began rotating my fist on his reddened glans with each stroke. His prick felt hot and hard in my hand, and I saw him close his eyes as the moment neared. More lubricant dribbled from his tip, mixing with the baby oil, as my fist pleasured his prick. I increased my pace, watching Stan throw his head back as his hand fell from my prick.
The advantage of making each other come separately is that each can throw himself totally into what he's doing, as I was concentrating on giving Stan pleasure without the distraction of my own orgasm. Stan, in turn, was free to concentrate on his own sensations, which were rapidly bringing him to the edge. I slowed my strokes slightly, wanting to make the last few seconds of build-up last, because I knew from my own experience how delicious the last few seconds of anticipation could be. His tip reddened even more as it went into its final swelling, and then I felt the first pulse through my encircling fingers.
His cock throbbed in my hand as the first jet shot from the tip, falling back onto my fingers. His prick felt so hot in my hand that his juice felt cool by comparison. Stan's eyes were screwed tightly shut, his lips drawn back, as the waves of sensation wracked his body. His prick throbbed again, and he groaned in pure pleasure as another white jet shot from his tip. His knees drew up as his legs spasmed, and I knew that waves of overwhelming sensation had erased his awareness of the world outside his body.
I wrapped my free arm around him, pulling him to me, feeling his body straining against mine as waves of orgasm went through him. I was enjoying his climax, both because I liked making his hot swollen prick feel good, but because I could experience it vicariously. I knew what he was feeling, and also knew that he'd be sending me into rapture within minutes. Hugging him, I felt every spasm, and my prick pressed against his flank as I stroked his.
Stan's spasms were weakening as his orgasm faded, and I knew his prick got super-sensitive at the end. Nevertheless, I gave him a few more powerful strokes, even though he groan
ed loudly, because I wanted to milk every last drop from his engorged prick. He writhed in joyful agony, and then I stopped. letting him come down off the wave of feeling. He looked at me and said:
"You didn't stop, you bastard," with a grin.
"No..." I replied. Stan took a paper towel and dabbed the cum juice from his prick and stomach, and I wiped my hands free from the sticky fluid. Now it was my turn. Stan grasped my prick, which had softened only slightly from the brief neglect. He pulled the foreskin back completely to lodge behind the flaring rim, allowing my glans to swell to full size.
He stroked my foreskin back and forth, slowly, and I relaxed, enjoying the build-up, knowing that within a minute or two I'd be in the same state of mindless, blissful free- fall Stan had just enjoyed. I watched my glans swell and turn even darker purple, with the rim's back face almost black as it engorged with excitement. A steady ooze of fluid from my tear-drop flowed down to lubricate my cock-head and Stan's encircling fingers, which brushed slowly over the swollen rim.
I was getting close, and my legs began to twitch as my breathing became more labored. My awareness of the world faded as the hot sensations in my cock overwhelmed my consciousness. There was a tickling sensation in my tip where Stan's fingers caressed it, and I felt a sensation of swelling. The Stan put both palms on either side of my prick and began working them rapidly back and forth, twisting my foreskin around the base of the glans.
The sudden, hot sensations were turning the tickle in my tip to a hot tingle that traveled down my shaft to the root. My prick exploded, and I threw my head back, eyes screwed shut, as I groaned in mindless ecstasy. A jet of hot lava poured into the root of my prick, surging forward to erupt from the tip. My hips bucked, and I felt my cock throb again as Stan's hands rapidly worked to twist the foreskin and the head in one direction, then another.
Another hot jet burned its way to the tip and erupted into the air, as I writhed in pure pleasure. I felt Stan pressing his body against mine as his fingers wrapped around my hot, swollen knob, and twisted to enhance my sensations. His fingers explored every contour, running into the groove behind the rim, probing under my foreskin, sending hot erotic messages into the tender flesh. My tip was getting super-sensitive, and I was now crying out as waves of sensation poured over me.
Finally, my rapture faded into the mist, and I came back to Earth. Stan was smiling at me as he wiped the fluids from my prick and abdomen. It took several minutes to recover from the sledgehammer daze that follows orgasm. I hugged him, and we went into the kitchen to mix martinis.
Sitting on the bed, sipping our drinks, and having a smoke, we silently reflected on our good luck in having been able to share such beautiful sensations that evening. The last thing I remember before slipping into a deep sleep was his saying; "You're a nice man."
Elven Wood Worker
Dane was walking through the forest. but he was lost. He did not know this area very well. He used his large hip knife to cut through the under brush as he moved. This was not difficult seeing as he had a pretty good build even for a 18 year old. he wiped the sweat from his deep green eyes and brushed back his medium length black hair.
He would not normally be travailing at this age but he recently took over his fathers wood working business in his death. His tracking was interrupted when he herd a small yell somewhere in the brush. he headed towards it. In a clearing he found a young boy a few years younger than him he would guess clenching his foot which was caught under a fallen large fallen tree branch. He rushed over and effortlessly, with the help of his nice muscles, lifted the branch and through it away. he dropped to the ground examining the young mans foot.
" Are you OK" Dane asked as he looked up into the young mans face. He felt a shock when he saw the boys face. He was blond, with a fair face more beautiful than any woman he had ever met. the boy had light blue eyes and his most prominent fetcher was his pointed ears.
"Thank you" the young boy said. Dane's heart and his crotch jumped at the sound of the boys voice.
"Can you stand" Dane asked.
"Yes, we elves heal extremely fast" the boy answered. Elf, Dane knew elves existed but he never dreamed he would meet a beautiful elven boy in the wood just aways from his own town. What is your name Dane asked. My name is Myas. The boy answered. I am 14 and of the crooken clan. Ow, well my name is Dane. Nice to meet you Myas said.
The Myas, to Dane's surprise because he was not familiar with elven customs, leaned forward and gave Dane two kisses, one on each cheek and a tight full body hug. This slightly embarrassed Dane as his hard member had just pressed firmly into the boy giving away his excitement at there meeting. Thank you again, how will I ever repay you. Myas said.
Oh, there is no need. Dane said, despite his great dicier to take the boy right there. But i must, said the boy, other wise it would shame my clan, besides i am sure you could think of something i could help you with, Myas said as he lanced down at Dane's tenting pants. Dane nodded indicating that he approved of the proposal. The elf needed no farther push he immediately began undressing Dane.
He grabbed his hard cock and slowly began stroking it. Dane moaned exhaling in pleasure. You don't have to do this you know Dane said. Now what makes you think I didn't want to do this the moment I saw you Myas replied. and with that he took Danes cock into his mouth. Dane moaned in pleasure again and grabbed the elves head to help him along.
He slowly face fucked the boy as his pleasure increased. He was loving this and could tell he would cum soon. He warned the boy but he just kept sucking. Ow here it cums. And he exploded squirt after squirt down the elves throat. The elf sucked him dry and looked up into the humans eyes. without hesitation Dane leaned in and began to kiss Myas passionately.
Day At The Movies
There must have been a full moon this particular Friday, because not only was I feeling sleazy and horny, but I think half the men in Brooklyn were too. Not that I minded, of course...
I got to the Kings Highway Cinema not too long after it opened, about 11ish. It didn't take me long to check the place out, and - armed with a can of soda - I headed upstairs to watch the movie. It wasn't too long before both the movie and the soda started getting to me, so I headed downstairs to the basement to use the john.
It was empty when I went in, so I figured I might as well enjoy the "luxury" of a stall. As I was taking care of business, I heard the outside door creak open, but I ignored it until I finished, and then I turned around to look.
I couldn't tell too much from the back, but the guy that came in didn't look too bad. Dirty blond hair, short - about 5'8" or so, late twenties to early thirties. He was standing at the urinal, staring at the ceiling, which usually means "straight," but I figured I'd watch anyway, to see if he might jerk off or something.
When he finished, he turned around suddenly and saw me looking. I was embarrassed, but at least I got a good look at his face, and he was pretty hot looking...a real "cugine" type. From the way he was dressed, I figured he was one of the guys who worked for the big Jack LaLanne gym down the street who just came in on his lunch hour. Since he'd already seen me, I just kept looking as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands.
To my surprise, as soon as he finished washing his hands, he came back over and stood in front of the stall I was in, looking through the crack in the door. I was tall enough to see over the top, and my eyes quickly zeroed in on the fact that he was rubbing his crotch through his jeans.
As I popped the lock on the stall door and let it swing open, he stepped back and stood at one of the urinals again, opened up the top of his pants and unzipped his fly. I figured we might get into a hot jerk-off session, so I hauled out my meat - which was already stiff - and started lightly stroking it. He kept looking over his left shoulder at me, and finally turned around, giving me a look at his dick. Average size, dirty-blond pubic hair, and his fist wrapped around it, stroking. Nice.
I motioned him to come and join me in the stall, but he shook his head. "You like
dick?" he asked; I nodded, and now he started stroking even faster, pounding his fist up and down his rod. He whispered, "Let me see it," so I pulled the door open a little further to give him a good view.
We stood there like that, him furiously stroking his dick, me lightly stroking mine, and it looked like he was going to come. Suddenly, we both heard the outer door creak open, and quick as a flash, he pushed his cock back into his jeans and zipped up, heading for the door. Damn! My rod was a little too big and stiff to stuff back into my pants, so I just closed the door, locked it, and sat down to...uh...regain my composure.
As I was sitting there (smoking a cigarette), I heard the door open and close a few times, but I ignored it...I figured no one could top that last guy, and I was a little disappointed that he'd left. By the time I finished the smoke, I figured he wasn't going to come back, so I stood up and made to leave.
I was evidently wrong about no one being able to top the previous guy. Standing there side-by-side at the two urinals were two completely different men. They both looked pretty hot (from the back, anyway). The one on the left was about 5'10" or so, dark haired; the one on the right was about 6'4" (taller than me), and also dark-haired, but he looked much more muscular. I figured I'd watch 'em both for a minute to see if they were going to get it on with each other, but the one on the left was evidently using the men's room for its intended purpose, because he just zipped up and left (just as well, too, because when I finally got a look at his face, he was a real dog). That left the other guy, but he wasn't doing the ceiling routine...as soon as the other guy walked out the door, he looked over his shoulder, and of course I looked back.
This guy didn't waste any time on preliminaries. He turned right around, and I'm not sure which feature caught my eye first...his big, hard dick (about 8" from the look of it, fairly thick, and cut), or his face. He was a really handsome guy...still had dark hair, dark brown eyes, and looked like he hadn't shaved that morning...a real rugged look. He looked to be about 30 years old. He had his dick sticking out of his fly, and as soon as he was sure I was interested, he hauled out his balls...pretty hefty-looking low-hangers!
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