Disclaimer: This is a work involving male-on-male sex. If this offends you, do not read further! Any possible resemblance to a living or dead person...or you, is purely coincidental and not intended. NOTE: I have posted other sexually explicit stories on Nifty, and non-explicit mostly love stories and phenomena on authors.com.
CALENDAR MAN
I got a good view of the gorgeous Pacific and the curvature of the earth---or should I say, the water, before the plane landed in San Francisco. I could hardly wait to check out the Gay scene; the bars, the baths, the parks and the beaches. Mind you, I wasn't Gay. What I am is an author---a hungry one. Hungry and ambitious. I didn't give a fuck about who I made small of as long as it put food on my plate and clothes on my back. Did I not mention that I have an underwear fetish? Yep, and fine piece of meat to fill them out. Back to my experience. I am accustomed to staying in inexpensive hotels on my travels. You know, cheap. So I located one. Well, I was in for my first surprise, and it was a big one. I was given a room on the thirteenth floor. A key, a towel, soap and, would you believe, a Trojan? I wondered what kind of hotel has the habit of handing out cum drums. Except for the word "Huh!", I was left speechless. I felt my neck and cheeks turn crimson. When I'm embarrassed, it really shows! I quickly put the condom into my pocket and hastily walked to the elevators. Both were on different floors, so I impatiently waited. When one arrived at the lobby, three young men disembarked. Two were wearing shorts. If you know about San Francisco, you know that it's down right chilly in September. Anyway, all three were rather nice looking, and all three did a quick, but serious scan of me from my mousse laden, blond tipped brown hair to my new jogging shoes. I assumed that they were all three Gay, but hell, I didn't know, or at least not yet. When I got off of the elevator on thirteen, I started looking for room thirteen, thirteen. Bad omen? I wondered. Fuck, it was just a damned room number! Before I found my room, I passed by several ogling guys. If that wasn't bad enough for a straight man, one decided to flash me. I was a bit shaken, but wasn't at all impressed. He must have quickly gotten the message because he instantly turned around and displayed a rather beautiful set of pale orbs below a moderate tan. Unfortunately, I guess my eyes hovered a little longer than they should have, because after passing him, I immediately was confronted by another towel clad guy with a shit eating grin from ear to ear. His hand quickly wrestled with what had to have been his cock under the towel. I increased the speed of my stride and frantically looked for my room number. I saw two guys in conversation just ahead of me. They were kind of blocking my path. They saw me coming and stepped to opposite sides of the hall, leaving me an open path between them. I decided that they might know where thirteen, thirteen was and save me some time hunting, so I asked one of them. His answer was...
"Honey, you're standing right in front of it. If you give me your key, I'll be glad to open it for you."
"I can open it myself, thank you!" I said sharply.
Hell, his sarcasm wasn't necessary. Why did he offer to open my door? Is he gay, and did he sort of invite himself into my room? Shit! Oh well. I had data to accumulate and write about. And if what I saw on my floor of this hotel was a sampling of the whole hotel, I probably could gather material on Gay men right here without exploring the city. I had very little to unpack. My spiral notebook and a ballpoint pen and several changes of underwear were about it. I hung what few cloths I brought in the little closet, my underwear in the desk drawer. I hadn't taken a piss since before I boarded the plane so I was about to burst. After my experience of asking someone where my room might be, I decided to walk around until I found the john without asking anyone. I couldn't believe how many guys were milling about in the hall, all cocooned in towels. The obvious came to mind. They've got to be Gay, I thought. Straight men just don't do such things. I wondered how many were, like I was, from other cities. Anyway, I certainly was not here for sex with guys. I was only here to gather information about the activities and nature of Gay men for an article I would write and hopefully get paid for. I saw the sign for MEN, and quickened my pace. When I turned into the large john, I was shocked by what I saw. None of the toilet stalls had doors, and hanging by his hands grasping the steel structure support across the doorway of the stalls was a darn good looking guy around my own age. Behind him and between his backside and the crapper was a husky guy, plunging his cock into the suspended guy's ass while another guy nibbled the guy's nipple and another one was sucking his big cock while yet another guy was French kissing him. Three other guys were standing around watching and massaging their cocks between the open halves of their towels. The guy who was receiving "the works", so to speak, was writhing about in total ecstasy. I mean, he was really liking it! Again I felt my blush when I realized that I was getting a big fat boner. Me? But I'm not Gay! I thought I should get the hell out of there, but after all, I was there to do research for my article. And it certainly appeared like I could get plenty of data right there. But why in hell did I get a hardon? I had to face the outrageous fact that I was turned on. Then, I saw the recipient break the kiss and look at the ceiling. "Oh! Oh, yeh! I'm gonna shoot my load, guys! Oh man! Fuck me, man! Harder! Your cock feels fantastic! Oh! Oooh! Aaaaawww! Uggh! Oohh yes! Uuggghhhh!" His verbalizations ceased after he'd spent all of his seeds into the one guy's mouth. It was then that, to my great shock and embarrassment, I felt my own cock throb. I turned my back to the action, unzipped and pulled my cock around to an upright position, and then zipped up again and turned around. I knew it would be a colossal climax because of my having to pee. It almost hurts when I need to piss while I shoot off. And then it happened. My loud uncontrollable wails drew plenty of attention, and heads suddenly turned my way. I was tempted to unzip and get a blow job, but they were all Gay, and I was not. I soon felt the warm wet semen run from the purple gland, down its shaft and into my pubic hairs. I dropped my spiral notebook and my pen. I bent down quickly to retrieve it, and saw feet coming my way. My head was about level with the crotches of the men who were no longer interested in the activity which had run its course. It quickly occurred to me that they might want me to get nude and hang onto the overhead bar on the stalls and get the same treatment. Taking no chances, before anyone could proposition me, I blurted out, "No! Not me!" "Selfish Bastard," one man said as he passed by. "Yeah, you could have let one of us suck you off!" said another with an angry tone. All the time I had remained stooped over, not wanting to look up when the guys passed me for fear that someone would grab my crotch. Damn, these guys are serious, I thought. They obviously enjoy their perversions. Weirdly, I wonder if I would. The guy getting fucked seemed to be ecstatic with pleasure. I got a few whiffs of crotch sweat as they passed by. I sure as hell had something to write about now. But damn, I badly had to piss! I walked to the nearest urinal and unzipped my fly. But my cock was still rather hard and wedged under my belt, so I had no choice but to open my belt and turn back my jeans and fish out my cock. I was surprised to see how much cum had spewed onto the inside of the elastic around the waistband of my underwear. What a mess! Anyway, I concentrated on peeing. With my cock still somewhat hard, I wasn't yet able to get a stream started. I was shaking the heck out of my dick when a muscular blond man about five foot nine and wearing nothing but a towel stepped up to the urinal next to mine, even though there were other urinals available.
"Need some help with that, buddy?" he asked.
"Uh...uuh, n, no!" I stammered.
"Bullshit! I ain't purty enough for ya?" he blurted out.
"Not the...case, fellow. I'm not..., not Gay."
"Yeah and pigs don't eat slop. Is that spunk I see on the tail of your shirt and on your underwear?"
"No! I mean..., Yeah, I guess so," I managed to say.
"If it were one, I certainly would know. I'll bet I can get ya off again," he said, and brazenly reached over and grabbed my rubbery, still somewhat hard member.
Awe shit! I thought. His God damn hand feels really good. But no man has ever touched me there.
"Got a nice one," he said.
"Uh..., I'm not Gay, man," I said with only partial enthusiasm. Like I said, his hand felt good. And I uncontrollably got a certain thrill out of feeling a foreign hand embrace my dick.
"Yeah, yeah..., you said that already. If that were true, you'd uh instantly slapped my hand away. Want to go to my room?"
"Damn it, I'm trying to take a piss!"
"Ya didn't say `no', so I'll stand by the door and wait," he said, and then gave my butt a firm slap.
I certainly didn't want him to know that the slap turned me on. I again concentrated on peeing. Luckily it only took me about twenty seconds to get a stream flowing. I finished and flipped off the dew and saw that he was still standing there. What the hell, I thought. It looks like I'm going to eventually get a blow job. I might as well go with him and get it over with. Besides, How am I going to write about something effectively and believably if I don't know what it's like, I conned myself into believing. Yeah, I really did want to know what the pleasure of it would be like, but not just to write about it, I must admit. The verbal ambience when the guy was getting the round-robin action in the stall had been heavy with sexual groans and utterances of extreme pleasure, and even the aroma of spent semen on the floor, and who knows where else, lilted in the air. It was all too much for me to resist, so I zipped up and nodded as a signal that I would follow him to his room. We passed a few people leaning against the hall walls or milling about, and two of them smirked knowingly as we passed by. That made me extremely uneasy, but I had made up my mind, and that was that. He put the key in the door and opened it and motioned for me to enter first. I went into another state of shock when I saw five dildos standing on their suction cup bases and pointing straight up. The size of some of them was frightening. The only light in the room came from a large candle that was already burning. Hell, even it was shaped like a big purple cock with an oversized head and huge nuts that serve as a large part of the base. I shivered at the thought of having that thing rammed up my A-hole.
"Okay, buddy," he said. "Strip down so I can get to it. I`ll sit on the bed so that you cock will be about even with my mouth."
"Why do I have to strip?" I asked in a panic.
"Because if you don't do it on your own, I'll rip the shit off of ya."
"Well..., Uh, that's incentive enough..., I guess. You are a lot bigger than me."
"In this way too?" he said, pulling off his towel and displaying an awesome example of manhood.
I gasped at the sight of it. Of course I hadn't seen men nude since college, but none of them could compare to this guy. It had obviously become ridged as we were walking to his room.
"N..., no," I stuttered. "I'm afraid I'm not that big...damn it!"
"You're still dressed," he said. Even in the dim light I could see a serious frown.
He sounded miffed, so I started stripping. Silly as it seems now, I modestly turned my back to him. Hell, my cock wasn't growing out of my ass, and I was having a problem with the whole idea. But I still wanted this to happen, so I swiftly turned around when he drug his fingers down across my buns and sent shivers down my back. I had swung around so fast that my quickly hardening dick hit him on the side of his face. I was about to say, 'I'm sorry', when he grabbed my dick and pulled. I tried to pull back, but his other hand reached around and grabbed a handful of my ass and held me where he wanted me. Next, he held my cock up out of the way while he repeatedly raked his large rough tongue across my tight scrotum and sent me reeling with pleasure. I never dreamed that such a thing would feel that good. But I managed to not blurt out expletives. Then he slurped his way up the bottom of my cock. Man..., that really felt great! I thought, so this is what getting sucked off is like...Wow! But I had no idea that it would even get better...a whole lot better! I had never in my life gotten a fully ridged hardon so fucking fast. He grabbed both sides of my hips with his big hands and worked my hunching for me. While not relinquishing my cock, he rolled his eyes and looked up at mine.
"Oh yes, man! Your feel great! Suck it fag!"
Big mistake! I should never have called him that. It didn't even sound like myself to me. I'm normally very sensitive about such things. He immediately stopped sucking me, and I don't blame him.
"Oh, man...I'm so sorry," I said. "I don't know what came over me. I'm just not like that. Please forgive me!"
"Humph. That was mean! Well..., I guess there is one way that I'll overlook it."
"Yes, yes!" I said anxiously and eager to make things right. "What is it? What can I do..., friend?" I pleaded. Actually, I groveled.
"Just lie on you back in bed."
"Sure, if that's how you want to blow me."
"Blow you? That sure won't make up for what you called me! Lie down, pal."
"Sure, buddy. Whatever you want," I said, feeling a bit relieved while also feeling apprehensive.
I wondered what he wanted to do if sucking me off wasn't going to be payment for what I said. He was standing up looking down on me.
"On your belly, prick!" he demanded.
"Huh? Oh! No fucking way, man! I told you that I'm not queer! You're sure as hell not going to fuck me! I'm getting out of here right now," I said.
But I soon found out that that wasn't in the cards. He was generally bigger than me and I soon found out, stronger. He grabbed the wrist of my right arm and twisted my arm around to my back. I immediately panicked.
"No! No! No guy! Not this way! If your dead set on fucking me, don't rape me! I'll take it willingly, but just don't rape me. Okay?"
"Sure, if ya mean that," he said. "But ya deserve being raped. But raping isn't who I am. I just wanted to scare ya."
"Do you mean that you're not going to fuck me after all?"
"I didn't say that. I suppose I `ll leave that up to you if you don't feel at all guilty about calling me a fag."
"Actually, I do fell guilty. Okay, I deserve this. Just use plenty of lube and go real, real easy. I've never ever done this before. You do have lube, don't you?:"
"Hell yes. What do you take me for, and animal?"
I knew better than to answer in the affirmative.
"I think you`re a really nice guy, I said."
"No you don`don't, liar. But as long as I get what I want, I don't care."
"You could easily have raped me, so I really do think you're alright. Go ahead while I'm feeling okay about this. What's you name? I'm Jerry."
"Hank. Raise your legs till your knees touch your shoulders. I'm going to lube you up."
"I'm not made of Rubber, Hank."
"Just get em up as high as you can, okay?"
"How's this?"
"Just fine. Here comes a finger."
"A finger? What are you going to do?" I asked as if I hadn't` figured that out.
"Break you in before shoving my nine inches up you."
"Nine inches! Oh fuck! I'm sure I can't take that much, man!"
"Ass holes can stretch farther than most people think if they are stretched slowly and with respect. You'll see, Jerry..., you'll see."
"Oh God, I hope that's true. Have you done this before?"
"Hundreds of times. I know what I'm do'n."
"HUNDREDS of times! Are you serious?" I asked in total disbelief.
"Hell yes. I've fucked tight holes and loose ones and plenty in between. Here comes the lube."
My question was more for research than concern, although I had plenty of that too. Knowing how many times Hank had fucked guys was good information for my article. Of course I would have to clean up my rhetoric when I actually wrote the article, you know, make it much more clinical rather than sensational. Insert the penis vs. fuck ass...that sort of thing.
"Now relax, Jerry. Here comes finger one...the middle finger."
I sucked in plenty of air, expecting the worst.
"You're tightening up, Jer. Relax and it won't hurt ya."
I exhaled completely and closed my eyes. I flinched slightly when his finger touched my rose. Then he gently massaged it. It didn't really feel bad, maybe even a bit good. Then Hank pushed gently, and I felt his finger slip inside a little ways. It sure felt odd to have a part of someone entering my body down there. He wasn't hurting me at all. In fact, his finger felt strangely pleasing as it explored and pushed through what I found out later was called the sphincter. Then a really strange, but erotic feeling washed over me. He had touched my prostate, that organ I knew something about. I'd had doctors check that out. But they had not massaged it continuously. That felt very erotic. Great sensations caused me to kind of squirm with pleasure.
"I can't believe it, but that feels good," I said.
"That's nothing compared to how my dick will make it feel. Are you ready for that, Jerry?"
"As ready as I'll ever be...I guess."
Hank jerked the pillow from under my head and propped my hips up higher. Then he brought his legs forward until his knees straddled my hips.
"Okay. Lay your calves on my shoulder and hang on, buddy. That's right, Jer. Now relax, man."
I did my best to just let my body go limp. I felt the end of his big nine inches touch my hole. Then Hank very gently pushed. I fought to relax when I felt the head of his big weapon force entry. It did not feel great. I wanted him to stop. But Hank wasn't about to do that. I knew that, and didn't bother to ask him to. I just hoped that he wouldn't turn my tight little asshole into another tourist site in Yellowstone national park with a fence around it so that no one would fall in. Do I jest? Well, only a little. I really did worry about having to waddle when I walked after Hank got through with me. But hell, I had an article to write and I wanted it to be correct and informative. So if this was the only sure way to enable me to describe such action of intimacy between two men, then so be it. Then the big dick-head slid over my prostate.
"Wow! Oh yes! Yes, yes! Oh man, that feels strange, but really good, Hank."
"I told ya, didn't I?"
"Yep. But I feel so full! How deep are you, anyway?"
"About half way. Relax, Jerry. Man, your gut is warm and your asshole is tighter than any one that I've ever fucked. It's really good! Get ready for the rest of me."
"I'm not sure that I can take it, Hank."
"Hell, the worst is over. The best is yet to come."
"Really!" I said in disbelief.
"Really, Jer. I'm coming into the home stretch."
"My fucking asshole is not a race track. Be carefull," I said.
But Hank was already sliding farther in, and it really felt good. I would never have dreamed that getting fucked would be a good thing. And by a cock that big? Unh-uh! I squinted and inhaled deeply as he slid farther in.
"Hank! I don't think I can take all of it! Take lit out, please!"
"I've got news for you," he said. "You've got all of me now."
To make his point, he thrust hard, but he was wrong. It wasn't until then that I felt his pubic hairs against my rose. But it didn't hurt. Then Hank began to gently rock in and out, in and out. And I began to feel better and better. Oh, man, he felt really great. Only then did I realize that I had a healthy boner that was oozing gobs of pre-cum. I grabbed my joy stick and began to whip it hard.
"Want some lube on that?" he asked.
"Yeah, Hank. Grease me up. Man, you feel really great!"
"Didn't I tell you? Well, get ready for a real ass pounding."
"Bring it on!" I said.
I was in seventh heaven as hank expertly worked his magic, but all too soon, Hank grunted loudly time after time as he emptied his nuts into the condom. I wasn't yet ready, but feeling really close. He began to pull out.
"Not yet! Bang me more, Hank., I pleaded. "I'm almost there, man!"
"Yeah? Well I've got something new for your virgin ass."
"Huh? What the hell do you mean?" I asked anxiously.
But I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when I felt something firm pressing against my asshole.
"You'll love this dildo," Hank said.
"You're kidding! Let me see it."
"Ain't she a beauty?" Hank asked, holding up a hell of a big piece of plastic. He squeezed it to demonstrate that it was soft and pliable. But I felt apprehensive. But I knew that it would do no good to beg Hank not to use that thing on me.
"How big is that darn thing," I asked.
"Big enough to satisfy the greediest of asses."
"Well..., let's get this over with, Hank," I said, hoping that I could shoot really soon.
Hank used a twisting movement as he gradually inserted the dildo. It didn't' feel bad at all. And to my surprise, Hank went down on my dick while he rammed me with the phoney cock. I will..., no, I can never forget how fabulous the sensation was when my nuts finally sent gush after gush of seamen surging into Hank's mouth and throat.
Ever feel like overload? Well tha's how I felt. I felt like I'd experienced enough gay sex--which is something that I never intended to do...ever,--to write a pretty good article on "The sexual behavior of Gay men.". I wanted to eat some really good seafood while I was in San Francisco, so I went hunting for one. It was hard to believe how many times I got cruised. Anyway, I came to a sidewalk magazine stand. A calendar caught my eye. Hell, of course it would! The image on the outside cover was that of a muscular Adonis type man in a posing strap. I reached for it for a better look. I was floored! The picture was that of Hank, and he was holding a big shinny trophy. A caption read, [Mr.Gay San Francisco]. I just had to have it!
"Can you put it in a brown sack?" I asked.
That conjured a huge smirk. Hell, I didn't care. I especially didn't care when I got back to my Kansas City, Missouri home and took it out of the sack and took off the plastic protection. When I turned back the front cover, Hank's picture was one of the twelve. He was Scorpion. That fit. But the most interesting part was when I read the tiny blurb about each man represented in the calendar, [Hank. Much in demand porn star]. I had been fuck by a beautiful porn star. Not everyone can say that. Wow!