Had the opportunity the other day to visit an adult theater I hadn't been to in years. I remembered going in as a twentysomething guy and standing against the back wall while my eyes adjusted to the dark, and being surprised when an older man I hadn't even seen yet reached over and unzipped my jeans and went to work. So I thought I'd check it out again.
Cinema 309 is tucked right behind a KMart, so I stopped in to buy some boxers and a T-shirt, knowing that adult theaters are a lot more comfortable if you have fewer layers on. I wore the T-shirt but ended up wearing my jeans with no underwear because of the cold.
I paid my $10 and ventured in, standing against the same back wall, scanning the room. One guy was in the back row, jerking off under a coat on his lap. Why, I don't know. Everybody's there for the same thing! Other guys were moving furtively around the sides of the room and I heard a familiar gulping-gagging sound, which meant somebody had a throat full of cock.
I stuck to the back, eyeing the guys on either side. In their late fifties or sixties, which I never have minded as long as there's a hard cock involved. I could see one guy pull his dick out, then just as I began to turn and reach for it, he turned to the other guy and they began kissing and the dick disappeared into the other guy's hand. I could see pants being opened and dropped, so I went around them and checked out the second cock. A respectable six inches with a nice big head. I dropped to my knees and began sucking, licking it all around as the first guy probed his ass. After a few minutes of no apparent progress, my knees insisted on a break.
I stood off to the side for awhile, noticing that other guys had moved closer. One, a fortyish bearded blue-collar bear, was unzipped, so I moved in.
His pants open, his cock stood up with a gentle curve under a cloud of fine hair. Firm and hard, it gave me something to work with. Licking down the shaft to his balls and back up, I heard him moan, so I swallowed all of him and began the back-and-forth. He grew harder. I ran my hands up under his shirt and - nice! - a big bunch of chest hair between his pecs, which were soft and big enough to enjoy feeling, with some hair around his nipples. His hair trail went all the way down and I kept my hands moving, enjoying the moaning, the hairy body and the increasing hardness of his cock. One of my hands moved down to unzip my jeans and stroke my cock, which was fully hard by now.
After a minute or two, I felt his hands grab the back of my head and his cock thrust deeper, harder, and I felt the warm gush of cum across my tongue. I left my cock alone and kept squeezing his nipples, slurping his cock and hearing his moans as he slowed his pumping. Finally he eased out, cock dripping and zipped back up. I spat in the corner, wiped my mouth and said, "thanks." He just sighed, "whew" and left.
I needed a little break by this time, so I just stood and watched the fuck flick for a few minutes, eyeing everybody as they moved around. I saw a slender guy in front of me, leaning over on a railing with black sweat pants on. Nice ass, I thought, so I ran my hands over it and along the cleft. Back and forth, up and down, then another guy joined me. The sixtysomething owner of that cute ass never moved, even when I reached up and pulled down his pants.
I reached under and between his legs and felt a soft cock with a cock ring. Not being terribly into metal, I moved my hands backward and encountered a soft, lubed, hungry hole. I played with it, I think the other guy poked a finger in and then I thought, I think I'll fuck this guy.
Now, I'm never into fucking. I have gotten fucked only about 6 times in my life and have fucked fewer than that. When guys ask me what I'm into, I always say, "but I don't like fucking." But this time, I was ready.
I opened my jeans and dropped them. Squeezing the base, I pushed the head into the asshole, the owner of which never moved at all. I thrust in and out gently, feeling my orgasm build already, so I slowed. I started and stopped, started and stopped to manage the thrusting. Finally, when it was time, I gave one more thrust and felt my cock pushing my cum into his ass. I held onto him for a minute, then eased out. Somebody on my right said, "Hey, I think I want to try that."
Perhaps he did, because that nice asshole was still there, waiting and open, dripping with my cum. I zipped up and left.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A Delicious Massage
It was just starting to rain one morning last week when I drove to the next town to meet him. I'd offered a platonic massage on Craigslist, hoping to connect with someone who'd let me run my hands all over him. He'd replied that he was tall, hairy and ready for a rubdown. We were to meet along a road near his house because he wanted to meet me there first. I was ten minutes late when I pulled in and swung around and looked up into the cab of a pickup, in which sat a guy I hardly dared to look at. He had black hair, tan, maybe Italian, with black hair spilling out of his shirt. I apologized for being late, but he just said, "Follow me." I did, wondering if the rest of him was as good as the part I'd seen. It was. He pulled into a driveway and I followed, watching him get out and enjoying the view of long, lean, fur-covered legs.
Once in the house, he said I could lose the shoes or not and headed upstairs. We chatted as we went, but in his bedroom, my mouth went dry when he took off his shirt. This guy was a serious otter. Slim, with not hair but PELTS of hair on his chest. The shorts came off to reveal a smaller-than-expected bush and a very promising dick, soft and angled slightly to the right.
He lay down on the bed, stomach down, and I slipped off my jeans and started with his feet. Long and narrow, they relaxed as I massaged the toes and worked my way up. While kneading his calves and thighs, I couldn't help but stare at his ass, which had a thick line of hair between his cheeks, leading down to a hint of balls and cock between his legs. As I worked my way up, I kept my eyes on the area between his thighs. When my hands wrapped around and under, the tips of my fingers grazed his balls. Ever so slightly, his ass lifted and opened, inviting me to massage his cheeks. My fingers found their way into the hair between them every so often.
As time went by, I worked my way up his back, gently rubbing the muscles all the way up to his shoulders. Tufts of hair were under my fingers along his shoulder line, and then I encountered more as I pressed and stroked his arms and hands. It'd been a long time since I’d seen or touched someone this hairy and it was hard to not start licking and fondling. In the ad, I'd promised that sex wasn't expected. I was pretty sure this guy wanted to get off, but wasn't totally sure.
Until I asked him to turn over and saw this rolling, thick cock about two-thirds erect. It was about six inches long and really did look like a sausage, gently moving on his pubic hair, and slowly becoming erect. I concentrated on his feet and legs again, working my way up. His cock slowly softened and relaxed. I kneaded his thigh muscles and then worked up and around to his belly.
As I continued the massage, he lay with arms up behind his head. His armpits had thick thatches of hair, and I moved gradually to massage his side and pecs and finally his arms. I kept an eye on his cock. No more movement.
Finishing with a brief scalp rub, I eased myself down toward his middle, knelt on my knees and began softly stroking him all over. I ran my fingers down the hair on his chest, across his nipples, fanning down his stomach, following his hair trail to his pubes, but then separating and continuing down his legs. His cock moved a little.
I reversed and went back up, this time with my fingers slipping down under his balls, barely grazing them as I slid back up around his groin and up his sides, into his pits and up his arms. I loved the way my fingers were never without hair except on his sides. His cock twitched and began to grow, stretching out over his pubic hair and beginning to stand up. I watched and breathed on it, causing it to jerk a little. His hands moved slightly and his head rolled to the other side.
I decided this was a good time to go for it, so I slid my hand again down his body, across his nipples, straight down and around to his balls. My other hand delicately ran up the underside of his cock, feeling the hardness increase with the head grow taller and prouder. Slowly I stroked and touched and teased that cock around and around, up and down, causing him to sigh and once to groan softly. Then, to be unexpected, without gripping the shaft, I lowered my head and gently wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, causing him to groan aloud. My tongue swirled the head and I took him deep into my mouth. For the next few minutes I sucked him faster and faster, playing alternately with his nipples and balls with a free hand. But he didn't seem to respond as I expected. He was obviously enjoying it, but not pushing forward toward an orgasm. I began thinking about how carefully and deliberately he walked, talked and responded. This guy was a slow, careful goer - perhaps he liked his cock worked that way, too.
So I slowed and stopped, taking his dick deep into my mouth and down into my throat, fondling his balls and caressing his nipples at the same time. Back up, then down, slowly, carefully. I applied pressure with my lips as they reached the head, then licked and swallowed deeply as his pressed his cock into me. He began to move his legs and cock and to moan a little - I was right - he liked the slower, deeper sucking.
So I lay my head on his hairy stomach and let him push his cock up into my mouth, harder each time. Up with pressure, down with tongue....and then his hand found the back of my head and gently held me down. I sucked and stroked as much as I could, but his hand held me in place as he thrusted up, up, faster and harder.
His balls grew tight. His nipples grew erect. His legs moved around. His hand pressed harder on my head. His cock thrust upward, a little faster. My hand stroked him a little harder. Stroke, suck, touch, swallow, push...push...push...and then he came.
Warm and salty in my mouth, his hand impaling my mouth on his cock as he pushed gently and deeply into my throat. His stark, strange taste was wonderful on my tongue and I moaned as I felt him pump cum into me. Three or four spurts and my mouth was full. I swallowed, gasped for air, and collapsed onto his stomach again, still holding the cock to my mouth and squeezing it gently as it subsided. When it rolled to the side, I moved away, still stroking that beautiful hairy body and wondering when I would get to do this again.
Once in the house, he said I could lose the shoes or not and headed upstairs. We chatted as we went, but in his bedroom, my mouth went dry when he took off his shirt. This guy was a serious otter. Slim, with not hair but PELTS of hair on his chest. The shorts came off to reveal a smaller-than-expected bush and a very promising dick, soft and angled slightly to the right.
He lay down on the bed, stomach down, and I slipped off my jeans and started with his feet. Long and narrow, they relaxed as I massaged the toes and worked my way up. While kneading his calves and thighs, I couldn't help but stare at his ass, which had a thick line of hair between his cheeks, leading down to a hint of balls and cock between his legs. As I worked my way up, I kept my eyes on the area between his thighs. When my hands wrapped around and under, the tips of my fingers grazed his balls. Ever so slightly, his ass lifted and opened, inviting me to massage his cheeks. My fingers found their way into the hair between them every so often.
As time went by, I worked my way up his back, gently rubbing the muscles all the way up to his shoulders. Tufts of hair were under my fingers along his shoulder line, and then I encountered more as I pressed and stroked his arms and hands. It'd been a long time since I’d seen or touched someone this hairy and it was hard to not start licking and fondling. In the ad, I'd promised that sex wasn't expected. I was pretty sure this guy wanted to get off, but wasn't totally sure.
Until I asked him to turn over and saw this rolling, thick cock about two-thirds erect. It was about six inches long and really did look like a sausage, gently moving on his pubic hair, and slowly becoming erect. I concentrated on his feet and legs again, working my way up. His cock slowly softened and relaxed. I kneaded his thigh muscles and then worked up and around to his belly.
As I continued the massage, he lay with arms up behind his head. His armpits had thick thatches of hair, and I moved gradually to massage his side and pecs and finally his arms. I kept an eye on his cock. No more movement.
Finishing with a brief scalp rub, I eased myself down toward his middle, knelt on my knees and began softly stroking him all over. I ran my fingers down the hair on his chest, across his nipples, fanning down his stomach, following his hair trail to his pubes, but then separating and continuing down his legs. His cock moved a little.
I reversed and went back up, this time with my fingers slipping down under his balls, barely grazing them as I slid back up around his groin and up his sides, into his pits and up his arms. I loved the way my fingers were never without hair except on his sides. His cock twitched and began to grow, stretching out over his pubic hair and beginning to stand up. I watched and breathed on it, causing it to jerk a little. His hands moved slightly and his head rolled to the other side.
I decided this was a good time to go for it, so I slid my hand again down his body, across his nipples, straight down and around to his balls. My other hand delicately ran up the underside of his cock, feeling the hardness increase with the head grow taller and prouder. Slowly I stroked and touched and teased that cock around and around, up and down, causing him to sigh and once to groan softly. Then, to be unexpected, without gripping the shaft, I lowered my head and gently wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, causing him to groan aloud. My tongue swirled the head and I took him deep into my mouth. For the next few minutes I sucked him faster and faster, playing alternately with his nipples and balls with a free hand. But he didn't seem to respond as I expected. He was obviously enjoying it, but not pushing forward toward an orgasm. I began thinking about how carefully and deliberately he walked, talked and responded. This guy was a slow, careful goer - perhaps he liked his cock worked that way, too.
So I slowed and stopped, taking his dick deep into my mouth and down into my throat, fondling his balls and caressing his nipples at the same time. Back up, then down, slowly, carefully. I applied pressure with my lips as they reached the head, then licked and swallowed deeply as his pressed his cock into me. He began to move his legs and cock and to moan a little - I was right - he liked the slower, deeper sucking.
So I lay my head on his hairy stomach and let him push his cock up into my mouth, harder each time. Up with pressure, down with tongue....and then his hand found the back of my head and gently held me down. I sucked and stroked as much as I could, but his hand held me in place as he thrusted up, up, faster and harder.
His balls grew tight. His nipples grew erect. His legs moved around. His hand pressed harder on my head. His cock thrust upward, a little faster. My hand stroked him a little harder. Stroke, suck, touch, swallow, push...push...push...and then he came.
Warm and salty in my mouth, his hand impaling my mouth on his cock as he pushed gently and deeply into my throat. His stark, strange taste was wonderful on my tongue and I moaned as I felt him pump cum into me. Three or four spurts and my mouth was full. I swallowed, gasped for air, and collapsed onto his stomach again, still holding the cock to my mouth and squeezing it gently as it subsided. When it rolled to the side, I moved away, still stroking that beautiful hairy body and wondering when I would get to do this again.
Getting Off for an Older Guy
OK, so every guy has a vested interest in his next orgasm. It's not out of altruism that we spread our legs and play with what's between them. That rush of hot longing and the liquid sexual exhaustion pouring out is, well, for our benefit. But every once in awhile I find it nice to let another guy get something out of watching the action. Even if it leaves him hard and me soft!
I was out at a favorite cruising area...a rural, quiet place with a parking lot and trails and a bathroom with a gloryhole. It was just me there for awhile, so I positioned the car to face the entrance, opened my car door, took off my shirt and put the seat back and pulled my shorts down. Hot sunshine, warm air, boxer shorts down around my ankles, and a stiffening dick makes for a pretty heady combination.
As I stroked and fantasized, I heard the sound of a car engine approaching and prudently decided to pull up the shorts. It was a man in his sixties, and unlike some guys I know, I don't automatically rule out anybody above thirty. In fact, there's a seventy-something guy that I blow regularly because he's got this gorgeous, thick penis with these huge balls. I always smile when the studhunters turn him down, and then he goes into the woods with me and pulls out that equine equipment. But I digress.
This guy pulls in and walks into the bathroom. I was feeling lazy and didn't want to go in after him, so I just sat in the car and pulled the shorts down again. I was pretty sure he was cruising, so I thought I'd give him a look.
When he came back to the car, he stopped and said hello, and then he saw it all. His eyes bugged and he stepped closer while looking around. I just scooted lower and spread my legs farther to let him get a better look at my cock. "Wow," he said. "Nice."
"Thanks." I do have a nice dick, but I'm not, uh, dickheaded about it.
After a few minutes of watching, he edged closer and said, "May I?" His hand reached in and cupped my balls and played with the hairs on them, then he wrapped his fingers around my dick. He stroked a bit, then let go and asked me to keep stroking so he could watch me get off.
I wanted to stay there longer and hunt somebody down for a blowjob, but then I realized: I'm wanting to bring pleasure to somebody, and pleasure to him right now would be seeing ME experience pleasure. So I licked my palm and began a rolling, wet stroke that sent more than a little white stuff pouring over my hand within a minute or two.
It was interesting, sitting there in a hot car with a mess all over my hand and crotch, having an older man about my dad's age watch me. He did something interesting then: he reached in and touched my left nipple, holding it between his index and middle fingers and letting his thumb caress it for a second or two. Then he turned and went back to his car and drove off, while I sat there trying to recover, with a wet, sticky, softening appendage leaking a few last drops onto my car seat.
Maybe some horny guy of whatever age will get off for me while I watch, when I'm sixtysomething and eager to caress a nipple.
I was out at a favorite cruising area...a rural, quiet place with a parking lot and trails and a bathroom with a gloryhole. It was just me there for awhile, so I positioned the car to face the entrance, opened my car door, took off my shirt and put the seat back and pulled my shorts down. Hot sunshine, warm air, boxer shorts down around my ankles, and a stiffening dick makes for a pretty heady combination.
As I stroked and fantasized, I heard the sound of a car engine approaching and prudently decided to pull up the shorts. It was a man in his sixties, and unlike some guys I know, I don't automatically rule out anybody above thirty. In fact, there's a seventy-something guy that I blow regularly because he's got this gorgeous, thick penis with these huge balls. I always smile when the studhunters turn him down, and then he goes into the woods with me and pulls out that equine equipment. But I digress.
This guy pulls in and walks into the bathroom. I was feeling lazy and didn't want to go in after him, so I just sat in the car and pulled the shorts down again. I was pretty sure he was cruising, so I thought I'd give him a look.
When he came back to the car, he stopped and said hello, and then he saw it all. His eyes bugged and he stepped closer while looking around. I just scooted lower and spread my legs farther to let him get a better look at my cock. "Wow," he said. "Nice."
"Thanks." I do have a nice dick, but I'm not, uh, dickheaded about it.
After a few minutes of watching, he edged closer and said, "May I?" His hand reached in and cupped my balls and played with the hairs on them, then he wrapped his fingers around my dick. He stroked a bit, then let go and asked me to keep stroking so he could watch me get off.
I wanted to stay there longer and hunt somebody down for a blowjob, but then I realized: I'm wanting to bring pleasure to somebody, and pleasure to him right now would be seeing ME experience pleasure. So I licked my palm and began a rolling, wet stroke that sent more than a little white stuff pouring over my hand within a minute or two.
It was interesting, sitting there in a hot car with a mess all over my hand and crotch, having an older man about my dad's age watch me. He did something interesting then: he reached in and touched my left nipple, holding it between his index and middle fingers and letting his thumb caress it for a second or two. Then he turned and went back to his car and drove off, while I sat there trying to recover, with a wet, sticky, softening appendage leaking a few last drops onto my car seat.
Maybe some horny guy of whatever age will get off for me while I watch, when I'm sixtysomething and eager to caress a nipple.
Public Park Suckcess
Most summers I drive out of town about five miles to a public boat-launching and picnic area. It's quiet, guys roam around with next to nothing on, and sometimes nothing at all (once I walked up on a guy jacking on a picnic table -- he was terrified but I told him it was OK and sucked him off).
My best scenario is to bring a pair of boxers and a towel and a book -- I change clothes (half-jerking while doing all this) and go in the water. Sometimes I sit and soak, sometimes I would lose the shorts and swim around.
One July, I had left my shirt and shorts on a picnic table, stripped down to the boxers, and went in the water for a few minutes. I got out and went into the woods by a table...about thirty feet in was a little clearing where I could see people coming, but they couldn't see me until they were at the table.
I decided to lose the shorts and be naked on a blanket, while keeping an eye out. Not too long after, through the trees I could make out the figure of a trim guy with a goatee, wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts, wandering down to the waterside table where he could see my towel and clothes on the table (I still had my boxers with me).
I slipped on my shorts and lay still, enjoying the sun and the fact that he could peek through the leaves and see me. He looked around and then decided to come down the trail.
When he got to my blanket, I said hi, trying to breathe naturally because the guy was about 35 and unbelievably good-looking...a Tim McGraw-type. His legs and arms were covered in thick brown hair, and hair was peeking out of his shirt collar. I started to get hard, and had to adjust my legs to hide it.
We chatted about the weather, the sun, the water, and I tried to convince him to go swimming, but he said he'd have to skinny-dip. I told him I usually did, but no luck.
After about ten minutes of his standing with his back to me (occasionally looking around at me) and me eyeing him through half-closed eyes, I told him he could sit down if he wanted. He did, and took off his shoes and socks.
After a few minutes, the conversation turned to being undressed outdoors, and I told him it was great, and that I only had shorts on because he was nearby. He told me I could take 'em off, but I said that I didn't want to offend him while he was totally dressed.
With that, he peeled off his polo shirt and half turned around. Couldn't believe this wonderfully hairy chest two feet from me -- it was just perfect, with pink nipples nestled in all that fur. He asked if he could stretch out, and of course I said yes with a very dry mouth!
He lay back. Over the next ten minutes, our feet touched, then our arms, then his hand and my hip -- brief, repeated, erection-inducing "accidental" touches. Then he sat up and said, "Well, I've never been half-naked in the woods with another guy before, but if you can do it, so can I." So he pulled down his walking shorts and lay back. From where my head was I could see this terrific layer of hair on his chest, running down into his boxers.
I offered to sit up and keep a lookout, saying I'd been lying down long enough. He closed his eyes, and for the next half hour we took turns lying there with half-hardons, enjoying the sun and breeze and periodic conversation.
Finally, as I was sitting up alternately watching the woods and my hunk, his hand wandered down to his crotch, and I saw his cock getting harder. I asked him if he'd ever jerked off in the woods and he said no, not really. But the way he looked at me I knew it was OK.
So I ran my hand along those amazingly hairy legs, up the legs of his shorts, just touching his balls. Then I palmed his cock through the boxers and drew it out of the fly. It was longer than I thought it'd be, but very slender, with a little curve to it. He moaned and lifted his hips and I bent over and put it in my mouth.
His hands wandered up my thighs and found my cock and balls, and started half-stroking them. Suddenly he said, "Oh, shit!" and his cock erupted...actually, the cum just poured out all over my hand instead of flying into the air, since I wasn't really whacking him. He hadn't lasted more then two or three minutes, but I didn't care! I got to make this guy cum!
He pumped and pumped it out, then lay there while I played with a softening penis surrounded by this thick mound of brown hair. I ran my hands over the hair on his chest, and re-coated my hands with his cum, all the while keeping a watch out.
Soon he got up and got dressed and gave me this embarrassed little smile and said "thanks," and left.
I lay there, hardly able to believe the guy I'd enjoyed, still with his cum all over my hands.
Of course, cum makes the best lube, and it wasn't too many minutes before my blanket had my load on it!
My best scenario is to bring a pair of boxers and a towel and a book -- I change clothes (half-jerking while doing all this) and go in the water. Sometimes I sit and soak, sometimes I would lose the shorts and swim around.
One July, I had left my shirt and shorts on a picnic table, stripped down to the boxers, and went in the water for a few minutes. I got out and went into the woods by a table...about thirty feet in was a little clearing where I could see people coming, but they couldn't see me until they were at the table.
I decided to lose the shorts and be naked on a blanket, while keeping an eye out. Not too long after, through the trees I could make out the figure of a trim guy with a goatee, wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts, wandering down to the waterside table where he could see my towel and clothes on the table (I still had my boxers with me).
I slipped on my shorts and lay still, enjoying the sun and the fact that he could peek through the leaves and see me. He looked around and then decided to come down the trail.
When he got to my blanket, I said hi, trying to breathe naturally because the guy was about 35 and unbelievably good-looking...a Tim McGraw-type. His legs and arms were covered in thick brown hair, and hair was peeking out of his shirt collar. I started to get hard, and had to adjust my legs to hide it.
We chatted about the weather, the sun, the water, and I tried to convince him to go swimming, but he said he'd have to skinny-dip. I told him I usually did, but no luck.
After about ten minutes of his standing with his back to me (occasionally looking around at me) and me eyeing him through half-closed eyes, I told him he could sit down if he wanted. He did, and took off his shoes and socks.
After a few minutes, the conversation turned to being undressed outdoors, and I told him it was great, and that I only had shorts on because he was nearby. He told me I could take 'em off, but I said that I didn't want to offend him while he was totally dressed.
With that, he peeled off his polo shirt and half turned around. Couldn't believe this wonderfully hairy chest two feet from me -- it was just perfect, with pink nipples nestled in all that fur. He asked if he could stretch out, and of course I said yes with a very dry mouth!
He lay back. Over the next ten minutes, our feet touched, then our arms, then his hand and my hip -- brief, repeated, erection-inducing "accidental" touches. Then he sat up and said, "Well, I've never been half-naked in the woods with another guy before, but if you can do it, so can I." So he pulled down his walking shorts and lay back. From where my head was I could see this terrific layer of hair on his chest, running down into his boxers.
I offered to sit up and keep a lookout, saying I'd been lying down long enough. He closed his eyes, and for the next half hour we took turns lying there with half-hardons, enjoying the sun and breeze and periodic conversation.
Finally, as I was sitting up alternately watching the woods and my hunk, his hand wandered down to his crotch, and I saw his cock getting harder. I asked him if he'd ever jerked off in the woods and he said no, not really. But the way he looked at me I knew it was OK.
So I ran my hand along those amazingly hairy legs, up the legs of his shorts, just touching his balls. Then I palmed his cock through the boxers and drew it out of the fly. It was longer than I thought it'd be, but very slender, with a little curve to it. He moaned and lifted his hips and I bent over and put it in my mouth.
His hands wandered up my thighs and found my cock and balls, and started half-stroking them. Suddenly he said, "Oh, shit!" and his cock erupted...actually, the cum just poured out all over my hand instead of flying into the air, since I wasn't really whacking him. He hadn't lasted more then two or three minutes, but I didn't care! I got to make this guy cum!
He pumped and pumped it out, then lay there while I played with a softening penis surrounded by this thick mound of brown hair. I ran my hands over the hair on his chest, and re-coated my hands with his cum, all the while keeping a watch out.
Soon he got up and got dressed and gave me this embarrassed little smile and said "thanks," and left.
I lay there, hardly able to believe the guy I'd enjoyed, still with his cum all over my hands.
Of course, cum makes the best lube, and it wasn't too many minutes before my blanket had my load on it!
Straight Porn, Gay Sex
One of my favorite cruising spots is a rec/picnic area a few miles away. Spent a lot of time there the past few summers, and one encounter I had there was hot!
I'd found a great place in the woods where I could lie out nude and be visible if I wanted to be, and still spot people coming a good ways off to be safe.
One still-warm October afternoon I was lying on my blanket with nothing on when I spotted a guy walking along the perimeter of the woods where I was lying. He veered away from me toward a trail that looped around past my spot. Couldn't tell much about him, but he looked good in a T-shirt and jeans. I decided to throw caution to the wind and not cover up when he sauntered by.
A few minutes later he came along, but he had taken another trail leg and was about twenty feet away. By this time my heart was pounding -- I'd been nude out there much of the summer but had always covered up, and I didn't know what he'd do if he looked over.
He headed off, about to leave, so I cleared my throat and he looked back. Looking around, he backtracked until he stood right above me, looking down at this naked guy on a blanket.
He was lanky and pretty tanned -- weatherworn skin showed he'd been outside a lot -- couldn't tell how old he was, but I guessed around 30. Pretty hairy, too, which is a turn-on for me...his arms were hairy and chest hair was peeking out the neck of his T-shirt. He had a fishing pole and tackle box with him.
He kept looking at me and then all around while we chatted about the good weather and how good it felt to be naked outside...pretty soon he said he'd like to try it but was too nervous. I told him I'd show him another good, more private spot.
I dressed and we walked down another trail to an open field, where I stretched out my blanket behind clumps of field grass. I stripped down, but he sat beside me fully clothed. After ten minutes or so, he got rid of the jeans and shirt and lay back in his underwear.
He was so hairy and trim, I wanted to run my hands all over him. Thick smooth hair on his chest, legs, and stomach...fur ran down into his shorts. I kept sitting up to look around and to steal glances at him, and he would sit up and look around and eye my dick, which kept rising and falling.
Finally he pulled down his underwear and lay back. His cock was probably about 8" when hard...long and only moderately thick. It was in that "relaxed erection" state, where I knew he was turned on but he had room to grow.
We lay there, watching each other but not wanting to be seen watching...his chest went up and down fast, and I knew he was excited and nervous...I just turned my head and stared at that beautiful carpet of chest hair...
Finally he sat up and opened his tackle box. "I found this on the trail," he said. "Thought this'd be a good time to look at it, since I get horny being naked outside like this."
It was a Penthouse or something, nothing but girls. I asked him if there were any fuck scenes or anything, and as he thumbed through it, he sat Indian-style, with his growing cock resting on the blanket.
I sat up and half-peeked over his shoulder to see the magazine better, and to keep a better eye on that nice cock. He turned page after page, commenting about the tits and pussy. I agreed about everything looking so hot, only I meant that dick, those legs, and that beautiful chest. I decided to lie down again.
So he sat beside me, looking through the straight porn and every few seconds looking over at my crotch. I let my hand wander through my crotch hair and over my dick, stirring it a little bit. I sat up, looked and he was fully hard. I lay back down, he watched my cock harden and rise, and by this time he was hardly looking at the magazine.
This went on for a few minutes, and finally we were obviously so hard that something had to happen. I lay back down and started fondling myself, stroking slowly. He put the magazine down and started stroking himself, watching me. He lay back down and we watched each other, then I rolled over and tongued one of his nipples through the chest hair.
He stroked harder, and I ran my tongue through the hair, down across his stomach, down through his bush and up his cock. I sucked and licked and tongued him, and moved around for a 69. He finally put his mouth on my dick and we sucked awhile.
Then I got really hungry for cum, and bent over him, sucking feverishly and stroking, till he hardened and arched his back and came a bucket -- all over my hand and arm and chest. I wiped it all into my right palm, lay back and jacked myself with his cum while he watched. I sprayed a load all over myself, and he reached out and rubbed it over my skin.
After we mopped up, we dressed and he said he'd never done anything like that before, but he sure seemed to enjoy it!
Haven't seen the guy since, but I'm waiting for spring, and maybe we can get off together again...
I'd found a great place in the woods where I could lie out nude and be visible if I wanted to be, and still spot people coming a good ways off to be safe.
One still-warm October afternoon I was lying on my blanket with nothing on when I spotted a guy walking along the perimeter of the woods where I was lying. He veered away from me toward a trail that looped around past my spot. Couldn't tell much about him, but he looked good in a T-shirt and jeans. I decided to throw caution to the wind and not cover up when he sauntered by.
A few minutes later he came along, but he had taken another trail leg and was about twenty feet away. By this time my heart was pounding -- I'd been nude out there much of the summer but had always covered up, and I didn't know what he'd do if he looked over.
He headed off, about to leave, so I cleared my throat and he looked back. Looking around, he backtracked until he stood right above me, looking down at this naked guy on a blanket.
He was lanky and pretty tanned -- weatherworn skin showed he'd been outside a lot -- couldn't tell how old he was, but I guessed around 30. Pretty hairy, too, which is a turn-on for me...his arms were hairy and chest hair was peeking out the neck of his T-shirt. He had a fishing pole and tackle box with him.
He kept looking at me and then all around while we chatted about the good weather and how good it felt to be naked outside...pretty soon he said he'd like to try it but was too nervous. I told him I'd show him another good, more private spot.
I dressed and we walked down another trail to an open field, where I stretched out my blanket behind clumps of field grass. I stripped down, but he sat beside me fully clothed. After ten minutes or so, he got rid of the jeans and shirt and lay back in his underwear.
He was so hairy and trim, I wanted to run my hands all over him. Thick smooth hair on his chest, legs, and stomach...fur ran down into his shorts. I kept sitting up to look around and to steal glances at him, and he would sit up and look around and eye my dick, which kept rising and falling.
Finally he pulled down his underwear and lay back. His cock was probably about 8" when hard...long and only moderately thick. It was in that "relaxed erection" state, where I knew he was turned on but he had room to grow.
We lay there, watching each other but not wanting to be seen watching...his chest went up and down fast, and I knew he was excited and nervous...I just turned my head and stared at that beautiful carpet of chest hair...
Finally he sat up and opened his tackle box. "I found this on the trail," he said. "Thought this'd be a good time to look at it, since I get horny being naked outside like this."
It was a Penthouse or something, nothing but girls. I asked him if there were any fuck scenes or anything, and as he thumbed through it, he sat Indian-style, with his growing cock resting on the blanket.
I sat up and half-peeked over his shoulder to see the magazine better, and to keep a better eye on that nice cock. He turned page after page, commenting about the tits and pussy. I agreed about everything looking so hot, only I meant that dick, those legs, and that beautiful chest. I decided to lie down again.
So he sat beside me, looking through the straight porn and every few seconds looking over at my crotch. I let my hand wander through my crotch hair and over my dick, stirring it a little bit. I sat up, looked and he was fully hard. I lay back down, he watched my cock harden and rise, and by this time he was hardly looking at the magazine.
This went on for a few minutes, and finally we were obviously so hard that something had to happen. I lay back down and started fondling myself, stroking slowly. He put the magazine down and started stroking himself, watching me. He lay back down and we watched each other, then I rolled over and tongued one of his nipples through the chest hair.
He stroked harder, and I ran my tongue through the hair, down across his stomach, down through his bush and up his cock. I sucked and licked and tongued him, and moved around for a 69. He finally put his mouth on my dick and we sucked awhile.
Then I got really hungry for cum, and bent over him, sucking feverishly and stroking, till he hardened and arched his back and came a bucket -- all over my hand and arm and chest. I wiped it all into my right palm, lay back and jacked myself with his cum while he watched. I sprayed a load all over myself, and he reached out and rubbed it over my skin.
After we mopped up, we dressed and he said he'd never done anything like that before, but he sure seemed to enjoy it!
Haven't seen the guy since, but I'm waiting for spring, and maybe we can get off together again...
Hairy Lunch Guy
Sometimes the wedding ring signals "not interested." Sometimes it says "I'm ready!"
Had a chance to slip away from work for lunch with a book today, so I headed for a local Pizza Hut. When I got there and paid for the buffet, I looked around for a place to sit, and to spot the good-looking guys I could enjoy watching for awhile.
Over here was a construction or utility worker -- nice face, but nothing extraordinary. On the other side of the room was a thin-faced guy, and oh my God -- there HE was, at the table behind Mr. Thin.
A young father with three kids, no wife around, about 30-35, with a goatee, dark hair, medium height and build. But the best part was the unbuttoned shirt, where thick black chest hair was fluffed up and spilling out. As I walked by him, I wanted so bad to reach out and run my fingers through that forest.
I grabbed a table where I had a decent view of him. A couple of times during the meal he caught me eyeing him. I could barely see his crotch under his table, but the open shirt was enough to drool over.
Periodically he'd get up to get more pizza for his kids, and I'd time my trips to the buffet so I could be on the other side, and look down his shirt as he bent over to scoop up more pizzas. At least once, he was aware of my maneuvers.
As the place got more crowded, I lost sight of him for a bit. But when I stood up for one last longing look, I caught his eye and barely smiled. He half-smiled back, and nodded hello.
I headed for the bathroom, looking back at the door. He was still watching.
Now what? The urinal, the first stall, or the last? I picked the first stall, to be beside him, wherever he'd stand if he came in. It seemed like forever, but I heard the door open. My heart rate picked up, I started working my dick to a hardon, and I saw his hair above the partition as he went to the urinal. He'd followed me!
I kept looking to the right, and saw the top of his head move repeatedly as he turned in my direction. The tiles were shiny, and if I leaned forward and looked in the gap at the back of the wall I could see a faint reflection - no details, but his arm was moving!
I decided to signal, so I cleared my throat, and just then he zipped up and walked behind me to the other stall. The dance continued, and soon I could hear him wet-jacking.
I bundled up my nerve and looked around the stall door; his back was to me, but his head was turned around and he told me to come in.
"I don't have long -- my kids are out there," he whispered. "I know," I said. "I'll get you off."
I locked the door and sat on the toilet. In front of me, his shirt had three buttons unbuttoned, and this raging erection was poking out of his fly, with a cloud of black hair around it. He didn't have a huge dick -- about 6" -- but it was steel hard. I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, pushing down his shorts at the same time.
This unbelievably hairy crotch was waiting for me. I opened my mouth and took his cock, and began swirling my tongue and spit around it. It didn't take long before he moaned and grabbed my ears and began thrusting gently.
With my mouth around his cock and my nose buried in his pubic hair, I ran my hands up his body, under his shirt, feeling that carpet of dark hair that ran everywhere. I found his nipples, traced the hair down the center to his bush, then around to his hairy ass, and repeated the process, all the while going back and forth on that hard cock.
Before long he whispered, "Here it comes." I removed my mouth and grabbed that cock with my hand, pumping it until I felt it throb and saw cum spurt out. My right hand kept wandering through his body hair, loving the feel of it, as I felt warm cum pour down over my left hand and wrist.
I looked up -- he had closed his eyes and I could stare at his chest hair spilling out of the shirt top -- the same sight I'd seen 20 minutes before, but somehow it looked different now!
Within a few minutes he was mopped and zipped and back at his table. I sat in the stall for a few minutes, stroking my dick and still feeling and smelling that cum on my hands.
Eventually I walked by his table on my way out. He never looked up, but busied himself cleaning up his kid's spilled coke. I had one last look at that hairy chest and left.
Had a chance to slip away from work for lunch with a book today, so I headed for a local Pizza Hut. When I got there and paid for the buffet, I looked around for a place to sit, and to spot the good-looking guys I could enjoy watching for awhile.
Over here was a construction or utility worker -- nice face, but nothing extraordinary. On the other side of the room was a thin-faced guy, and oh my God -- there HE was, at the table behind Mr. Thin.
A young father with three kids, no wife around, about 30-35, with a goatee, dark hair, medium height and build. But the best part was the unbuttoned shirt, where thick black chest hair was fluffed up and spilling out. As I walked by him, I wanted so bad to reach out and run my fingers through that forest.
I grabbed a table where I had a decent view of him. A couple of times during the meal he caught me eyeing him. I could barely see his crotch under his table, but the open shirt was enough to drool over.
Periodically he'd get up to get more pizza for his kids, and I'd time my trips to the buffet so I could be on the other side, and look down his shirt as he bent over to scoop up more pizzas. At least once, he was aware of my maneuvers.
As the place got more crowded, I lost sight of him for a bit. But when I stood up for one last longing look, I caught his eye and barely smiled. He half-smiled back, and nodded hello.
I headed for the bathroom, looking back at the door. He was still watching.
Now what? The urinal, the first stall, or the last? I picked the first stall, to be beside him, wherever he'd stand if he came in. It seemed like forever, but I heard the door open. My heart rate picked up, I started working my dick to a hardon, and I saw his hair above the partition as he went to the urinal. He'd followed me!
I kept looking to the right, and saw the top of his head move repeatedly as he turned in my direction. The tiles were shiny, and if I leaned forward and looked in the gap at the back of the wall I could see a faint reflection - no details, but his arm was moving!
I decided to signal, so I cleared my throat, and just then he zipped up and walked behind me to the other stall. The dance continued, and soon I could hear him wet-jacking.
I bundled up my nerve and looked around the stall door; his back was to me, but his head was turned around and he told me to come in.
"I don't have long -- my kids are out there," he whispered. "I know," I said. "I'll get you off."
I locked the door and sat on the toilet. In front of me, his shirt had three buttons unbuttoned, and this raging erection was poking out of his fly, with a cloud of black hair around it. He didn't have a huge dick -- about 6" -- but it was steel hard. I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, pushing down his shorts at the same time.
This unbelievably hairy crotch was waiting for me. I opened my mouth and took his cock, and began swirling my tongue and spit around it. It didn't take long before he moaned and grabbed my ears and began thrusting gently.
With my mouth around his cock and my nose buried in his pubic hair, I ran my hands up his body, under his shirt, feeling that carpet of dark hair that ran everywhere. I found his nipples, traced the hair down the center to his bush, then around to his hairy ass, and repeated the process, all the while going back and forth on that hard cock.
Before long he whispered, "Here it comes." I removed my mouth and grabbed that cock with my hand, pumping it until I felt it throb and saw cum spurt out. My right hand kept wandering through his body hair, loving the feel of it, as I felt warm cum pour down over my left hand and wrist.
I looked up -- he had closed his eyes and I could stare at his chest hair spilling out of the shirt top -- the same sight I'd seen 20 minutes before, but somehow it looked different now!
Within a few minutes he was mopped and zipped and back at his table. I sat in the stall for a few minutes, stroking my dick and still feeling and smelling that cum on my hands.
Eventually I walked by his table on my way out. He never looked up, but busied himself cleaning up his kid's spilled coke. I had one last look at that hairy chest and left.
Trucker Gets a View
I've been mulling over some of my favorite cruising encounters from the last few years. I remember one late summer day was awfully pretty, so I skipped lunch and went for a drive instead. I had taken off my fleece jacket, so there I was, driving along in jeans and a plain white T-shirt. I found myself near the interstate, so I thought I'd hop on and drive to an outdoor cruising area...one that I didn't know very well.
Rolling down the windows on such a nice day, I felt my cock start to squirm and stiffen at the feel of sun and wind on my face. Checking my mirrors and looking around, I unbuckled my pants and unzipped my jeans. I pulled them down and they took my boxers with them. I pulled my shoes off and worked off my pants and underwear, riding nude from the waist down.
I scanned traffic, and whenever a woman in a tall vehicle would pass me, I grabbed my boxers and put them over my lap. The rest of the time I rode, half-hard and half-stroking.
Passing an exit, I merged left to permit oncoming traffic to enter. Distracted with passing cars and changing traffic patterns, I didn't notice the truck creeping up along behind me on the right. By the time I did, I realized that it wouldn't pass me quickly, but would creep along and give the driver a good long look.
I put my seat back one notch and laid my hand on my thigh, near my cock but not on it. The truck entered my blind spot, kept moving up, my heart raced faster, the truck pulled even with me...
...and its gears ground as the driver slowed down. He stayed dead even with me as my cock twitched and shrank, then grew. I pulled slightly ahead, he sped up, I slowed down a fraction, so did he.
My hand went down to my cock and began playing with it, as I looked to my right. The driver, with a long drooping mustache, was in his fifties, and was nodding and smiling and pointing at me. My cock-playing became cock-stroking, and I realized how turned on I was -- I was actually ready to come after only a few seconds of stroking.
We rode along, my horny mustached trucker and I, him staring and me stroking my eight inches, for about two miles. At the next exit, I pointed and we both left the interstate, pulling through a commuter parking area and onto a side road. I veered over, and he passed me, then came to a stop in front of me.
I debated: put on the shorts? the jeans? And why would I, exactly? He saw you naked on the road, just stay that way.
He walked back along the road, stopped at my window, and looked in at me with my legs spread and my cock standing up fully hard against my steering wheel as I played with my balls. "What do you like?" he asked. "To suck and get sucked," I answered. "Like to fuck?" "Not really."
He stood, staring. "Go ahead," I said. He reached in my window and wrapped a rough, cool hand around my hot, pulsing dick and stroked a little. I got closer and closer.
We debated a little about where to go; he finally released me and I resumed some slow stroking and we agreed on a truck stop up the road.
But as I drove away with him following a little behind, I merged onto the road just as a police officer drove by. My imagination took over, and I just KNEW he could see through my door panels and was watching me driving half-naked and masturbating.
The fear and panic escalated my stroking for just a moment, and as I watched the handsome guy in the uniform drive by, and as the gruff sexy trucker drove behind me, and felt the fear and excitement of the moment, my cock erupted.
Three or four pulses of hot cum jumped out of me and slid down my hand. I was in total confusion and ecstasy for a few moments as I tried to keep my mind on the road, the cop, the trucker, and my orgasm.
I kept driving. The police car turned off, the trucker headed for the interstate, and I...with a cock dripping cum onto my seat and floorboards, kept driving away. I was too flustered and satisfied to go meet the trucker.
If you were that trucker who drove beside me yesterday, that was the first time anybody's ever acknowledged and interacted with me as I drove naked (though I've done it a lot and been spotted by a lot of truckers). You turned me on big and I'm sorry for not hooking up with you. Hope you understand how much I enjoyed sitting in my car with your hand holding my cock just a few feet from a busy road. Hope to see you again.
Rolling down the windows on such a nice day, I felt my cock start to squirm and stiffen at the feel of sun and wind on my face. Checking my mirrors and looking around, I unbuckled my pants and unzipped my jeans. I pulled them down and they took my boxers with them. I pulled my shoes off and worked off my pants and underwear, riding nude from the waist down.
I scanned traffic, and whenever a woman in a tall vehicle would pass me, I grabbed my boxers and put them over my lap. The rest of the time I rode, half-hard and half-stroking.
Passing an exit, I merged left to permit oncoming traffic to enter. Distracted with passing cars and changing traffic patterns, I didn't notice the truck creeping up along behind me on the right. By the time I did, I realized that it wouldn't pass me quickly, but would creep along and give the driver a good long look.
I put my seat back one notch and laid my hand on my thigh, near my cock but not on it. The truck entered my blind spot, kept moving up, my heart raced faster, the truck pulled even with me...
...and its gears ground as the driver slowed down. He stayed dead even with me as my cock twitched and shrank, then grew. I pulled slightly ahead, he sped up, I slowed down a fraction, so did he.
My hand went down to my cock and began playing with it, as I looked to my right. The driver, with a long drooping mustache, was in his fifties, and was nodding and smiling and pointing at me. My cock-playing became cock-stroking, and I realized how turned on I was -- I was actually ready to come after only a few seconds of stroking.
We rode along, my horny mustached trucker and I, him staring and me stroking my eight inches, for about two miles. At the next exit, I pointed and we both left the interstate, pulling through a commuter parking area and onto a side road. I veered over, and he passed me, then came to a stop in front of me.
I debated: put on the shorts? the jeans? And why would I, exactly? He saw you naked on the road, just stay that way.
He walked back along the road, stopped at my window, and looked in at me with my legs spread and my cock standing up fully hard against my steering wheel as I played with my balls. "What do you like?" he asked. "To suck and get sucked," I answered. "Like to fuck?" "Not really."
He stood, staring. "Go ahead," I said. He reached in my window and wrapped a rough, cool hand around my hot, pulsing dick and stroked a little. I got closer and closer.
We debated a little about where to go; he finally released me and I resumed some slow stroking and we agreed on a truck stop up the road.
But as I drove away with him following a little behind, I merged onto the road just as a police officer drove by. My imagination took over, and I just KNEW he could see through my door panels and was watching me driving half-naked and masturbating.
The fear and panic escalated my stroking for just a moment, and as I watched the handsome guy in the uniform drive by, and as the gruff sexy trucker drove behind me, and felt the fear and excitement of the moment, my cock erupted.
Three or four pulses of hot cum jumped out of me and slid down my hand. I was in total confusion and ecstasy for a few moments as I tried to keep my mind on the road, the cop, the trucker, and my orgasm.
I kept driving. The police car turned off, the trucker headed for the interstate, and I...with a cock dripping cum onto my seat and floorboards, kept driving away. I was too flustered and satisfied to go meet the trucker.
If you were that trucker who drove beside me yesterday, that was the first time anybody's ever acknowledged and interacted with me as I drove naked (though I've done it a lot and been spotted by a lot of truckers). You turned me on big and I'm sorry for not hooking up with you. Hope you understand how much I enjoyed sitting in my car with your hand holding my cock just a few feet from a busy road. Hope to see you again.
One More For the Road
I remember one day a couple of years ago, I played a little hooky and spent about three hours at an adult theater in Nashville called House of Thrills (now defunct). $10 at the door got you into two upstairs rooms, one showing a straight film and a gay movie in the other.
Before I even got there my cock was twitching and my breath caught when I saw this really hot guy going into the bathroom. In his late thirties, dark wavy hair, medium height, shirt unbuttoned halfway, and enough chest hair to make me want to lose myself in it until next week. I hoped he'd venture upstairs, so I went up. Suddenly the door opened behind me, and Mr. Chest was there, gliding into the straight room. I followed. Once there, we perched in sunken sofas and eyed each other as we looked at the screen and stroked our crotches. A squeak warned me that somebody else was coming in...and here he was, and how could it be that there were two of these dark-hairy-and-handsome types in here at once, with nobody else upstairs to interfere?
We sat, eyes traipsing around to each other. I unzipped my jeans and reached in for some stimulation...guy #1 unbuttoned his shirt all the way (cue the drooling) and opened his pants to reveal a great six-incher with a smooth upward curve. Guy #2 reached in and hauled out a long, slender cock...nearly eight inches. Stroking and rubbing and reaching and sucking, we got more and more excited. As we stood in a triangle, cocks poking out of our pants, we took turns bending over to suck each other. I kept leaning over and burying my face in the chest hair of the first guy, worrying his nipples and then working my way down to meet his curved dick.
The taller of the two, who had the longest dick of all of us, was in heaven -- having two guys work over his chest and cock and balls while he held both our cocks, trying to stroke us. He was shaved, and his stubble covered him from cock to chin.
Eventually, his slippery cock thickened and he began moaning. The other guy and I increased our pace. I pumped his cock with my right hand and sucked the head, I felt the underside of his cock swell with cum. As he came, I squeezed so all the cum poured out over my hand. He shook and gasped and groaned, and the other guy was stroking himself fast.
Just as his last convulsions finished, I heard the outer door open, and we all zipped up fast and the guy who came left. Guy #1 and I circled each other, just waiting for a chance to get back together. We wandered into the gay room when the new arrival, a stonefaced older man, came into the straight room. Once there, we picked up where we left off. Over a period of half an hour, we played with each other, stroking, sucking, kissing, feeling, and me loving all that chest hair. Guys came in and went out, and some stayed to watch the show. Eventually, his beautifully curved dick grew harder and harder, and I enjoyed getting his cum all over my hand, too. Now I had two guys' cum to use as stroking lube.
In the next two hours, I sucked six other guys, took three more loads, and gave up one of my own to the floor -- when I stroked one stroke too many and lost control.
Mr. Chest Hair even came back for more. Seeing him in profile, with that cock rearing upward, was worth the price of admission. He yielded another load as big as the first. He smiled, which is always a nice thing in that setting, and said "You're making me feel like I'm 25 again." He didn't look that far from 25 in the first place.
My final scene was seeing one man sitting in the corner, sucking a guy standing beside him who had a very purplish-red cock, quite long, but not quite eight inches.
After the sitting guy accidentally came while sucking, I took over, and enjoyed having this handsome blond guy squirt his cum all over my hands and jeans. I joined him and dumped a second load.By this time it was early afternoon and I had work to do. So I hopped in the car, drove around and picked up some supplies, and got back on the interstate to go home. As I drove up the ramp, there on the side of the road stood a guy waving.
"Wow, cute!" I thought, as my foot automatically hit the brake and I pulled over. He ran up to the car and said, "Thanks! I'm going to Knoxville and need to get to the I-40 interchange." I told him OK, I wasn't going to Knoxville but I could go to the split. As we drove, I realized just HOW cute this guy was. Military haircut, but boyish-looking. Sandy brown hair, and lo and behold, a little chest hair peeking out of his T-shirt collar. Another walking cumload, but probably not for me.
We chatted, and then he asked me if I lived in Nashville.
"Nope, just here for a little bit."
"Working today?"
"No, just fooling around a little."
"Doing what?"
An opening. Do I take it? Sure. Why not? Well, he might freak out. So what? He asked. "Do you really want to know what I've been doing today?"
"Sure." Here goes.
"Well, I'm just getting on the road after hanging out at an adult theater giving blowjobs."
Silence.
"You're kidding."
"Nope, really."
"You actually were at a theater giving blowjobs?"
"Yup. Sorry you asked?"
"No, not really...it's just...."
Silence.
"Do you want one?"
Omigod. Did I just say that? He turned and looked at me. Is this when I get hit? How will I steer the car over the side of the road safely?
"You want to give me a blowjob?"
Actually, more than that, stud. I want to rip off your T-shirt and run my hands over that hairy chest, then open your jeans and attack your cock and balls until you empty every last sperm into my mouth.
"Sure, if you want one. You said you and your wife are separated, so maybe it's been awhile, huh?"
"Yeah, OK, if you want."
By this time we were nearly at the interchange, so I veered off an exit and pulled into an apartment complex, way in the back. I reached over and stroked his crotch. He hiked up his hips, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his jeans and underwear down a little bit. His cock reminded me of that paragraph in the book Scruples where the guy's pants are opened and his cock is lying limp on his pubic hair. He wasn't hard yet...I think this guy was in shock, too. I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth, thinking once again that, yes, you can never know a guy completely until you have smelled him right there.
I began fingering his hairy balls and -- hallelujah -- running my hands through a thick bush of pubic hair, all the way up a steady treasure trail of hair on his stomach, up to his chest, spreading across to his nipples. As I felt him with two hands and worked his cock with my mouth, I felt him grow and grow. Moment by moment it became easier to suck in rhythm, as his penis swelled. I moved one hand to stroke while sucking and kept working his balls. This went on about five minutes.
Then he started to moan and move, and that familiar steely hardness filled my mouth. Never had six inches or so felt so much like a flagpole. I ran my tongue up and down, my hands going fast on his shaft and hairy balls, my mouth here and there...until I felt that familiar sensation riding up the underside of his cock.
The cum rolled out like an encore, five or six pulses of it, just the right thickness. Obviously he hadn't jerked off too much in the last couple of days.
I kept stroking and playing, rolling the cum around my fingers, bringing drop after drop to the tip and wiping it off. Slowly his (hairy!) legs relaxed, his chest dropped and he let out his breath.
"Oh God!"
"Good, huh?"
"Oh God, I can see why you're popular at that theater."
I don't know about that, I wanted to say. But I CAN give a blowjob.
"Well, you're welcome," was what I said.
With that, the deed was done and I took my hitchhiker back to the intersection, dropped him off in the median, and merged onto the highway back home. As soon as I was back in traffic, I unzipped, hauled out my dick, and proceeded to use his cum as lube for orgasm #3.
Quite a day.
Before I even got there my cock was twitching and my breath caught when I saw this really hot guy going into the bathroom. In his late thirties, dark wavy hair, medium height, shirt unbuttoned halfway, and enough chest hair to make me want to lose myself in it until next week. I hoped he'd venture upstairs, so I went up. Suddenly the door opened behind me, and Mr. Chest was there, gliding into the straight room. I followed. Once there, we perched in sunken sofas and eyed each other as we looked at the screen and stroked our crotches. A squeak warned me that somebody else was coming in...and here he was, and how could it be that there were two of these dark-hairy-and-handsome types in here at once, with nobody else upstairs to interfere?
We sat, eyes traipsing around to each other. I unzipped my jeans and reached in for some stimulation...guy #1 unbuttoned his shirt all the way (cue the drooling) and opened his pants to reveal a great six-incher with a smooth upward curve. Guy #2 reached in and hauled out a long, slender cock...nearly eight inches. Stroking and rubbing and reaching and sucking, we got more and more excited. As we stood in a triangle, cocks poking out of our pants, we took turns bending over to suck each other. I kept leaning over and burying my face in the chest hair of the first guy, worrying his nipples and then working my way down to meet his curved dick.
The taller of the two, who had the longest dick of all of us, was in heaven -- having two guys work over his chest and cock and balls while he held both our cocks, trying to stroke us. He was shaved, and his stubble covered him from cock to chin.
Eventually, his slippery cock thickened and he began moaning. The other guy and I increased our pace. I pumped his cock with my right hand and sucked the head, I felt the underside of his cock swell with cum. As he came, I squeezed so all the cum poured out over my hand. He shook and gasped and groaned, and the other guy was stroking himself fast.
Just as his last convulsions finished, I heard the outer door open, and we all zipped up fast and the guy who came left. Guy #1 and I circled each other, just waiting for a chance to get back together. We wandered into the gay room when the new arrival, a stonefaced older man, came into the straight room. Once there, we picked up where we left off. Over a period of half an hour, we played with each other, stroking, sucking, kissing, feeling, and me loving all that chest hair. Guys came in and went out, and some stayed to watch the show. Eventually, his beautifully curved dick grew harder and harder, and I enjoyed getting his cum all over my hand, too. Now I had two guys' cum to use as stroking lube.
In the next two hours, I sucked six other guys, took three more loads, and gave up one of my own to the floor -- when I stroked one stroke too many and lost control.
Mr. Chest Hair even came back for more. Seeing him in profile, with that cock rearing upward, was worth the price of admission. He yielded another load as big as the first. He smiled, which is always a nice thing in that setting, and said "You're making me feel like I'm 25 again." He didn't look that far from 25 in the first place.
My final scene was seeing one man sitting in the corner, sucking a guy standing beside him who had a very purplish-red cock, quite long, but not quite eight inches.
After the sitting guy accidentally came while sucking, I took over, and enjoyed having this handsome blond guy squirt his cum all over my hands and jeans. I joined him and dumped a second load.By this time it was early afternoon and I had work to do. So I hopped in the car, drove around and picked up some supplies, and got back on the interstate to go home. As I drove up the ramp, there on the side of the road stood a guy waving.
"Wow, cute!" I thought, as my foot automatically hit the brake and I pulled over. He ran up to the car and said, "Thanks! I'm going to Knoxville and need to get to the I-40 interchange." I told him OK, I wasn't going to Knoxville but I could go to the split. As we drove, I realized just HOW cute this guy was. Military haircut, but boyish-looking. Sandy brown hair, and lo and behold, a little chest hair peeking out of his T-shirt collar. Another walking cumload, but probably not for me.
We chatted, and then he asked me if I lived in Nashville.
"Nope, just here for a little bit."
"Working today?"
"No, just fooling around a little."
"Doing what?"
An opening. Do I take it? Sure. Why not? Well, he might freak out. So what? He asked. "Do you really want to know what I've been doing today?"
"Sure." Here goes.
"Well, I'm just getting on the road after hanging out at an adult theater giving blowjobs."
Silence.
"You're kidding."
"Nope, really."
"You actually were at a theater giving blowjobs?"
"Yup. Sorry you asked?"
"No, not really...it's just...."
Silence.
"Do you want one?"
Omigod. Did I just say that? He turned and looked at me. Is this when I get hit? How will I steer the car over the side of the road safely?
"You want to give me a blowjob?"
Actually, more than that, stud. I want to rip off your T-shirt and run my hands over that hairy chest, then open your jeans and attack your cock and balls until you empty every last sperm into my mouth.
"Sure, if you want one. You said you and your wife are separated, so maybe it's been awhile, huh?"
"Yeah, OK, if you want."
By this time we were nearly at the interchange, so I veered off an exit and pulled into an apartment complex, way in the back. I reached over and stroked his crotch. He hiked up his hips, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his jeans and underwear down a little bit. His cock reminded me of that paragraph in the book Scruples where the guy's pants are opened and his cock is lying limp on his pubic hair. He wasn't hard yet...I think this guy was in shock, too. I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth, thinking once again that, yes, you can never know a guy completely until you have smelled him right there.
I began fingering his hairy balls and -- hallelujah -- running my hands through a thick bush of pubic hair, all the way up a steady treasure trail of hair on his stomach, up to his chest, spreading across to his nipples. As I felt him with two hands and worked his cock with my mouth, I felt him grow and grow. Moment by moment it became easier to suck in rhythm, as his penis swelled. I moved one hand to stroke while sucking and kept working his balls. This went on about five minutes.
Then he started to moan and move, and that familiar steely hardness filled my mouth. Never had six inches or so felt so much like a flagpole. I ran my tongue up and down, my hands going fast on his shaft and hairy balls, my mouth here and there...until I felt that familiar sensation riding up the underside of his cock.
The cum rolled out like an encore, five or six pulses of it, just the right thickness. Obviously he hadn't jerked off too much in the last couple of days.
I kept stroking and playing, rolling the cum around my fingers, bringing drop after drop to the tip and wiping it off. Slowly his (hairy!) legs relaxed, his chest dropped and he let out his breath.
"Oh God!"
"Good, huh?"
"Oh God, I can see why you're popular at that theater."
I don't know about that, I wanted to say. But I CAN give a blowjob.
"Well, you're welcome," was what I said.
With that, the deed was done and I took my hitchhiker back to the intersection, dropped him off in the median, and merged onto the highway back home. As soon as I was back in traffic, I unzipped, hauled out my dick, and proceeded to use his cum as lube for orgasm #3.
Quite a day.
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