This chronicle is part of a collage of several very brief but incredibly successful encounters I have had with guys I have met at the Y. Everything I am about to share with you is true, and nothing has been exaggerated.
My experience with Michael reaffirmed my belief that most straight men are, at least to some degree, bi-curious. My own observations to support that began as a small child when my dad would take me swimming.
While I have never been attracted to my father sexually, when it comes to the size department, the apple does not fall far from the tree.
My father, like me, is a shower, as in show (er), and you will have to trust me when I say there was plenty to show. As he would concentrate on rinsing the chlorine out of my hair, I would watch as other men would stare intently at his very hefty cock. As I grew older and my own dick started to grow much bigger, I began to receive the very same attention.
The following tales are all about how I turned their attention into action.
- Rank Jockstraps
One evening, after a fairly intense workout, I headed for the showers. Despite the fact that the changing room appeared to be empty, I heard the sound of water coming from the communal room. As I turned the corner, I saw a man that I was certain I had met before. Removing my towel I simply nodded, to which he replied,
"Brad, right?"
"Yes, that's right. I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
"Not really, but you know my son Eric"
As I added Eric's last name, he shook his head to confirm that I was correct. That is when it dawned on me that I knew exactly who this guy was, and it wasn't because I knew his son, Eric.
A few months earlier, during one of our school baseball practices, I entered the locker room to find this guy huffing on some guy's used jockstrap. I quietly stepped out of sight and began a fake cough to alert him that someone was about to enter the room. When I turned the corner this time, the strap was lying on the bench, and this guy was at the sink washing his hands.
Until this moment I think he was certain that he had dodged a bullet and his secret was safe but I was about to burst that bubble.
As I began to approach him, he tried to avert his eyes away from my cock. That is when I said,
"You know, now that I think of it, I do remember you, but it wasn't because you are Eric's dad, it's because of your love of ball stink."
Now standing face to face, I placed my hand on the back of his neck and said, "I think you will find that the real thing much better."
As he groaned, he dropped to his knees and placed his nose right on my sac.
"As he breathed deeply, I ordered him to stand and show me his manpussy."
His reply was,
"Hey man, I will blow you, but I'm not into anal."
"If you want me to keep your secret, then you will bend over and present your pussy to me now."
I could see the fear in his eyes. His dilemma was obvious. Either he takes my cock up his bare ass or risks being outed as a jock sniffer.
"You promise that you will keep your word?"
"Of course. You do this for me, and we will call it even."
As he pulled his cheeks apart, his tight little fuckhole winced. I pumped some shampoo out of the dispenser and pushed it up his ass. When I entered, two things surprised me. The first was how easily I got my cock and balls deep in his cunt, and secondly that his hole was, for the most part, pretty damn clean.
I won't tell you that he enjoyed it, but I sure the hell did. By the time I had emptied inside of him, he had fully submitted, so when I told him to follow me back to the changing room, he simply said, yes, sir.
With no one around, I opened my locker and took out my sweaty, rank jockstrap. He moaned as I brought it up to his face and ordered him to sniff.
"Would you like to keep it?" I asked
"Oh my God, yes, please."
"If you want it, all you have to do is let me mount you three more times."
Thinking he would simply hand the strap back to me, and so no thanks, he hesitated before speaking.
"I need to be sure that it would be somewhere more private than this."
"It would be in my bedroom, and I can promise you that there is no place more private than that. I'll even let you sniff my old man's briefs while I breed you."
Just then, another guy walked in, and I lowered my voice as I asked him to give me his cell number so I could send him a text.
Keeping with the truth in these stories, I only fucked him one more time, and it was in the back seat of his car. There was just no chemistry between us, and while I enjoy playing the dominant role, I still need to be turned on by the guy I am doing. With this guy, there was nothing there, so I let him off the hook.