Confessions On A Saturday

Confessions on a Saturday

by

D. V. Zomba

Copyright 2009 Chapter One; The Initiations Chapter Two: Once Upon a Time Chapter Three: Exploring the Unknown Chapter Four: The Desert and Oasis Chapter Five: Confessions Chapter One

The Initiations

I was divorced when I was twenty-five. It was an action that was not of my choosing, but one that may have been quite fortuitous in the long run. Coming from a small town in the Midwest, I was raised by conservative, but open-minded parents. The divorce was a trauma for me in a very real sense. I was the first person in my extended family--including aunts, uncles and cousins--to be divorced. It just wasn't done! But, there I was!

The fact that I worked half way across the country in the southeastern part of the States may also have been fortuitous. I was forced by locale to work through this emotional disturbance on my own.

The first six months I existed in a gray miasma, a fog that deadened by feelings, and, to some extent, my mental state. Still I functioned and performed my job.

One Saturday, I went downtown to shop and take in a movie. I entered one of the small local family eateries for lunch. Having finished, I paid my bill and asked the location of the rest room. I was shown a stairway which led down to the bathrooms in the basement. In the men's room there were three urinals and one stall. I moved to an end urinal and unzipped my fly, stepped up to the pristine, gapping opening as another guy entered and took the middle urinal--the one right next to me.

"Strange," I thought. Had I been the second person I would have naturally taken the other end urinal, leaving the empty one in between, separating us.

My pissing companion unzipped his pants, but rather than stepping up to the urinal opening stood a half step back as he withdrew his dick. I am not particularly prudish, but I have always had a problem of beginning to pee when there were others around. The guy standing next to me exacerbated my small problem. But, finally, I forced a trickle then sighed as a full stream of urine gushed forth. I was aware, via my peripheral vision, that the other guy must have had the same minor problem as he hadn't begun to urinate! He seemed to be slowly caressing his cock.

Surreptitiously, I quickly glanced over, and, sure enough, he was fondling his burgeoning cock. I felt my face flush at the knowledge.

Now, as I said, I am not a prude. After high school and college gym classes my classmates and I would shower communally. Ten or fifteen naked youths would cram into the shower room and cleanse themselves, often with much good natured banter. It was natural--that is, showering together, naked. Of course there was the inevitable comparisons made as we glanced around at each other. Even once in a while one of the showering companions would sport a woodie, much to the laughing and jeering of the other naked, wet, soapy `showerers.' The offending guy would inevitably blush, turn to the tile wall and fight to restrain his offending member.

Also, as an adolescent, who had not participated in `circle jerks.' That innocent game to see who would cum first and ejaculate the most. But, those were few and far between. They were a rite of passage for the early teens. Certainly by the late teens these innocent games ceased.

So, the sight of an erecting cock, inherently was not an unknown occurrence. But, in this situation, in the semi-privacy of a public rest room and with a perfect stranger, the sight and knowledge took on a whole new meaning.

I was eminently aware that the stranger's gaze was focused on my urinating penis, hidden from view by the upper arch of the urinal. His hand began to piston his now erect cock. I glanced over, not so covertly this time, and looked at his hard member and the moving fist. Then quickly glanced up to his face. He was looking into my eyes and returned my glance with a knowing smile and a wink.

By this time, the urine flow had ceased and I shook my cock to rid it of any remaining pee. Doing so, I also realized that there was an obvious enlargement of my dick. I was getting hard! I glanced again at the now rampant cock of my neighbor. He grasped the base of that hard thing and flipped it up and down--as if to get my attention. He needn't have done that. I was already attentive to his steely organ.

He leaned over towards me and attempted to get a view of my hidden, now hard cock.

"Let me see it," he whispered.

I was a bit stunned at the temerity his request.

"Please!" he added insistently.

For some unknown reason, I complied and leaned back a bit, exposing my own rampant cock to his gaze.

"Wow! Nice!" he whispered hoarsely and he insinuated his left hand into the opening and grasped my cock!

I did nothing! I allowed his action. The feel of his warm fingers encircling the throbbing shaft was electric. That feeling coupled with the knowledge that this was a semi-public rest room caused untold thoughts and feelings to course through my being.

No one had ever touched my dick, except, maybe, a doctor at an exam, and then it was soft and shrunken. The feeling his fingers created in and on my hard, pulsing cock was beyond description! He stroked it. I shuddered. It was exciting, wonderful, unbelievably erotic. Deep in my mind, I knew that I should leave that place immediately. I felt I should have stopped that lascivious caressing, but, I didn't. I allowed him to fondle me. My whole being quaked.

Then he gently forced me to step back, leaned over and took the whole length of my cock into his warm, moist mouth!

"My Gawd! HE'S SUCKING MY COCK!" I screamed to myself.

My eyes widened as I watched my hard cock disappear into his mouth only to be revealed again and then disappear again. "He's sucking my cock," I whispered to myself again in disbelief.

The term "cock sucker" was not alien to my vocabulary. But, never, NEVER had I ever contemplated the whole meaning, the physical reality of the term--until now! I hadn't even viewed such activity in the ubiquitous porn films. That may have lessened my trepidation. Nonetheless, I was transfixed as his mouth pistoned my rod. It was other worldly as I observed this tableau without mental passion but with unparalleled physical reaction.

My knees began to shake, indeed, my whole body was trembling as I approached the pinnacle of sensual excitation. No longer did I think of the right or wrongs of this circumstance . . . of having my cock sucked. My whole being suddenly became focused on the pending cosmic explosion that was imminent. The luscious pain was inexorably drawing me into its vortex.

I groaned, "Arghhhhh!" as I exploded into his mouth. I had experienced hundreds of orgasms by that time, but none with the intensity, the luxurious force of my cumming that day, in this stranger's mouth.

As he pulled off my cock, I quickly replaced my softening member in my briefs, zipped up and turned to leave.

"Thanks," he said.

I said nothing. I could say nothing as I exited , climbed the stairs and walked into the sunlight outside the restaurant. I felt transformed.

There were other initiations I experienced that fateful year. I found another rest room in the basement of a hotel in the city. It was considered to be the grande dame' of hotels and I came upon that rest room while partying with some colleagues at the hotel's bar. It had three urinals and two stalls. The first time I availed myself of its facilities, I entered a stall as two of the urinals were occupied. I noticed that there was a hole between the two stalls and any number of graffiti on the wall. The hole was maybe three inches in diameter. It was a glory hole," although I was not privy to the term at that time.

"Mmmm!" I thought, "Interesting."

One evening, a week or so later, I had stopped by the hotel bar for a drink and decided to `check out' the rest room. I really had to pee. I entered one of the stalls, locked the door, lowered my pants and briefs and sat down. The other stall was empty. I read the scribbling on the wall, most of which were blatantly sexual in nature. Some even ended with a telephone number. A minute or two later someone entered the adjacent stall. Carefully I leaned forward and covertly peered through the hole. The guy, like me, had dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles and was in the process of fondling his cock. I quickly sat back and dropped my hand to my crotch and mimicked the other guy's action. I was surprised a little to find that my cock was already lengthening. I helped it out, manually, and soon I was rock hard.

Then I noticed that my neighbor had brought a finger to the opening and ran its tip around the circumference of the hole. I watched. Was this some signal?

I continued to watch until he brought his mouth to the opening and whispered, "Let me suck it!" Of course I knew, by now, what that entailed! No question there.

I stood up and moved towards the opening hesitantly. I stopped as my cock head neared the wide hole. Two fingers appeared through the opening and played with the foreskin of my now hard cock.

"Put it through," he rasped. Slowly I shoved a third of my cock through that opening. Withoiut hesitation, I was greeted with the feeling of warm, moist lips and a searching tongue on my penetrating cock. A sensation that I had experienced a short time before, for the first time, a sensation to which I had become addicted at the first time. Without hesitation I moved forward until the whole length of my flexing rod was on the other side. He sucked me, swallowing my whole length.

Soon, I felt the inevitable rush towards release. I pushed hard against the partition trying to get more of my cock into his mouth. He took all of me as I ejected a thundering load down his throat. I pulled my wet cock gingerly back through the hole and sat down.

Was it as fantastic as the first time? "No," but it was incredibly pleasing, nonetheless.

"Thanks," he whispered through the hole.

"Mmmm," was all I could answer, as I dried the saliva and residual cum from my dick.

He left and I sat there a minute or two, catching my breath. My second blow job was in another basement men's room. "Am I becoming bonded to basement men's rooms?" I wondered to myself. "Maybe. But, I AM becoming attached to blow jobs!" I concluded.

I became a regular at the "grande Dame" hotel basement rest room--maybe two or three times a month. I wasn't addicted to the place, but it certainly offered a convenient, anonymous site for sexual release. At the time it provided a locale for my sexual, sensual release. I wasn't concerned or even remotely seeking an attachment at the time. My previous associations and releases were strictly heterosexual--that is until the first basement rest room blow job.

Some months later, I was having dinner at a local steak house, near the city center. It was crowded that night and my waiter asked me if I would mind sharing my table. I said that it would be all right. A man, maybe late thirties, was shown to the table. He was a pleasant, well mannered man who was attending a conference. We introduced ourselves and chatted. When my steak was brought to me, he raised his eyebrows. At the time I preferred my steaks `Pittsburgh,' meaning quickly charred on the outside by barely warm on the inside.

"Do you always take your meat raw?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I like it this way," I responded, not catching the double entendre of his question.

A bit later I felt his leg brush up against my leg and I was in no rush to move mine. The tables were small and space was at a premium.

As we were collecting our bills, my recent companion asked, "How would you like a night cap? I have a bottle of Chivas in my room."

By that time, I began to suspect that there were ulterior motives afloat. "Sounds good to me, " I answered. To that time, most of my sexual releases with another guy had been in the anonymity of a glory hole. It might be kinda interesting in a more intimate situation.

We walked the two blocks to his city motel. He opened the bottle and poured two fingers in each glass. "Ice?" he queried.

"No, thanks. I like mine neat!"

He handed me the glass as he sat in the chair next to mine.

"Cheers!" we toasted.

After some aimless conversation, he dropped his hand to my knee and gave a gentle squeeze, smiled and winked at me. I guess a wink was a sign, a secret sign! I noticed that the insinuating hand bore a wedding ring. I returned his smile and took another sip of my Scotch. He moved his hand up to mid thigh, squeezed and smiled again. And again I returned his smile.

Then came the verbal invitation.

"Shall we make ourselves comfortable?"

Although I was a neophyte to same sex seductions, I was well aware of the implications of his question. "Sure," I stated.

He stood up and began to strip. I followed his actions. Within a minute we both stood naked and facing each other. I had began to lengthen. He reached over and gently grasped by thickening cock.

"You have a nice cock and a great body."

Now I would never consider myself a movie star in the looks department, but I was far from ugly. I stood six feet, weighed one-hundred-seventy-five pounds and had what might be considered the body of a middle distance runner--flat stomach, defined, but not bulging pecs and adequate thighs.

He, on the other hand was an bit shorter and a bit heavier, but nonetheless, not unappealing. He stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips. That was the first time I had ever kissed a man and, although I did not pull away, my kiss was perfunctory and closed lipped. He led me to the bed where I laid down, on my back. He sat beside me and ran his hand over my torso, down to my meager treasure trail and encircled my now upstanding cock.

"Mmmm, So Nice," he stated.

His cock, like mine was uncut and equally as hard. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his hard staff and gently drew my hand down, exposing his florid glans before moving back up til the loose skin covered his cock head again. He moved til were head to foot in the classic soixante-neuf position.

He bent over and began to lick my cock and balls.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped at his lascivious action.

Soon he had taken my whole cock into his mouth and slowly moved up and down its length in luscious rhythm. I squirmed in delight and continued to fondle his cock and balls--inches from my face.

He pulled off, turned his face towards mine and asked, "Do you suck?"

"No, I'm sorry," I admitted, then added, "I don't--I'm new at this." And then for some unknown reason, I added, "This is only my third time."

He merely smiled and returned to sucking my cock.

After a few minutes of this erotic play, he sat up, reached to the bed side table and drew out a medicine-like tube. I now know it was K-Y. He squeezed a dollop into his hand and anointed by upstanding cock.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped at this new and delightful sensation.

Then he squeezed out a smaller amount, reached behind himself. Of course he was lubricating his ass hole, of which I was not aware at the time. Straddling my hips, he reached behind and re-grasped my cock. I felt it being rubbed in his ass crack until it came to rest on a warm spot. Then, carefully he lowered himself. I looked up into his face and his eyes were closed as if in deep concentration.

Suddenly, the puckered area against which my cock head was being forced, relaxed and my flared head popped into a warm, grasping cavern. We both gasped. His eyes popped open.

"You are in me!" he announced and began to settle farther down on my cock. "Have you ever fucked a guy before?"

I shook my head, unable to verbalize.

Finally, he settled all the way down until the whole length of my cock was impaling him. The feeling was indescribable. Not better than the sensations I experiences the first time I was sucked, but different, wonderfully different. After a half minute he raised up and slowly sat back again.

"Mmmm, So nice," he admitted.

"Ahhhh! "I gasped.

Then he slowly began a rhythmic movement up and down as his tight, puckered ass hole fucked my cock! Soon I was involuntarily thrusting upward to meet his downward plunging. We were locked in a choreographed dance that had its origins in the beginnings of mankind.

During one upward movement, he nearly came off my cock and just held himself there.

"Fuck me!" he rasped.

I happily obeyed and thrust my hips upward, rocketing back into the depths of his gut.

"YESSS!"

Slowly, at first, I began to fuck his hot ass, then I picked up speed until I was piston fucking him--like an inverted steam locomotive.

"Yes, Oh Gawd, yes," He shouted.

Then after ten minutes, I collapsed downward, dislodging myself from that magnificent love tunnel. I was drenched in sweat from my exertion and the unbelievable sensations I had been experiencing.

He leaned over and asked, "Are you finished?"

"No, " I stated, "Just need a little rest."

He planted a kiss on my lips. This time I met his lips with mine partially opened. His tongue snaked in and the feeling sent shivers down my back to the core of my chakra. I returned his kiss and our tongues participated in a sensually athletic, erotic duel.

"Here, Let's change positions!"

He lay beside me, placed a pillow under his buttocks and drew his knees towards his chest.

"Climb on board stud!" he invited with a grin.

I moved around til my cock was addressing his hole and guided it in. I bracketed his chest with my hands as he locked his legs around my waist.

The classic missionary position was one with I was familiar. It was about the only position my ex-wife liked.

In one smooth motion I sunk the whole length of my cock back into his ass!

"Ahhhh!" he gasped.

Then I pulled by cock slowly all the way out--feeling the sphincter close upon the withdrawal. Slowly I reinserted only my cock head--popping it back in, then pulling it back out--pop! I did this four or five times--pop in, pop out-- before I fully rammed by cock all the way back into his quaking, hot fuck-tunnel. That repeated motion of entry was fantastic!

"Oh! My Gawd!" he yelled.

"I hope these rooms are sound proof!" I thought!

"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked.

"Did it with my ex wife," I answered. And, I preformed that act again, getting the same voluble response!

I raised myself up, un-locked his legs from around my waist, placed them on my shoulders and ram fucked his ass with all the speed I could muster.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" were the rapid responses I got from my pistoning.

I was getting close to that wondrous explosion. He was jacking his hard cock in concert. I pulled his hand off his cock and replaced it with mine. I was able to keep in step with my deep insertions and pounding his hot, hard cock.

"I'm CUMMING!" he yelled, and jet after jet of pearly cum shot from his cock slit. His orgasm transmitted itself to his sphincter and love canal in violent spasms. It shot me over the edge!

"ARGGHHH!" My balls ached from the release. I collapsed onto his heaving chest.

"That was the best fuck I have ever had!" he stated.

"That was the best fuck I have ever had too!" I stated.

He laughed. "It should be! It was your first one." he said.

"Not the first! But the first with a guy!" I smiled and kissed him. "By the way, " I added, "I sure hope this room is sound proof. . . . you were pretty loud!"

He snorted, "Not as loud as you!"

Slowly I pulled out of that voluptuous tunnel. Glancing down I saw that it remained open, somewhat, and a ropy stream of my cum was the only connection. We showered together, dressed, had another Scotch, and chatted before I left.

My twenty seventh birthday had arrived so I decided to celebrate it with a good steak and a half bottle of Burgundy at my favorite steak house. The experience with the married, conference attendee flashed across the relict screen of my mind. It left a twinge in my crotch.

After finishing the last of the burgundy, I decided to walk the three blocks for an impromptu appointment with "my glory hole" in the old "grande dame."

I would not be disappointed!

When I got to the basement men's room, one of the stalls was occupied. So I entered the vacant one, dropped my pants, fondled myself and waited. Soon a finger appeared. I had, by then, become familiar with "glory hole" etiquette, stood up and slid my cock through the hole into the other stall. What I had grown to expect transpired and I was soon luxuriating in a good blow job. After a minute or two, my cock sucker pulled off. I stood there, but nothing more happened. I sat down and waited for the next move which often was the cock of the other person appearing for reciprocity. I would fondle the protruding cock and wait for him to offer to finish his job.

This time, however, he moved to the hole and whispered. "Let's go to my room here in the hotel."

"OK," I answered, got up, pulled up my pants and briefs, zipped up and left the stall.

The man who exited the other stall was in his late forties or early fifties, thin, slightly balding and wearing a proper looking in his suit.

We took the elevator up to his floor and entered his room. His room was a bit larger than most and had a sitting area and mini bar beside a king size bed.

He stood in the center of the room and asked, "Are you OK with this?"

I was a bit quizzical, "With what?"

"Me, my age." he blurted out, then added, "Most studs like you don't want an old guy!"

I smiled, "Never crossed my mind!" I started to undress.

He stood there and watched me strip--first my jacket, then shirt and tee shirt. "Are you OK with me?"

"Oh, Yeah," he grinned, "Just enjoying the show!"

Slowly I dropped my pants, then bent over and removed my shoes and sox. I was wearing only my briefs when I stood back up. The strip tease kinda turned me on and there was an obvious bulge in my briefs.

"More?"

"Yeah," came his hoarse reply.

So I turned around and slowly lowered by briefs over my firm ass and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and turned around, my arms folded across my chest.

"Oh, My Gawd!" he stated and unceremoniously stripped.

He led me to the big bed where, without preamble, he crawled between my legs and continued what he had stated in the basement glory hole. He licked, he sucked, he licked some more not just my cock, but my balls too. I was whipping around that big bed as he ministered to my boiling crotch! Then he flexed by legs til my feet rested against my buttocks and licked some more. I became a groaning, quivering mass of eroticized man. Soon his tongue traced its way to that sensitive area just behind my balls, the perineum, and licked and sucked some more. To that time I had never felt anything so incredible. I pushed my feet into the mattress and raised my hips. He grabbed the pillow next to me, stuffed it under my elevated buttocks and pushed my thighs up against my chest. My ass hole was completely exposed, a strange sensation.

Then the most unbelievable, inconceivable unimaginable feeling of uncontrolled pleasure overcame me. He was tonguing my ass hole, "rimming" is the term that I later learned.

"Oh, my Gawd! What are you doing?" I gasped.

"I'm tonguing your ass. Do you want me to stop?"

"NO!" I gulped.

I could feel him place his thumbs on either side of my virgin bud, splay his fingers over my ass cheeks and spread open my sphincter. I could feel his tongue darting into my hole--tongue fucking my ass. I was experiencing sensations that are absolutely indescribable except to say that I was completely at his will. His thumbs released their hold and his tongue retraced its path up to my balls, over them and up and down the length of my shaft.

I was a quivering, panting, uncontrolled mass of humanity as my body torqued one way then the other.

Then he started the whole process over again. It was delicious torture. I was groaning and gasping ever louder as I felt his tongue slip past the muscular, sensitized sphincter. I pushed downwards to allow more of his tongue to enter me. Towards the end of the third or fourth onslaught he came back up to suck my cock!

But I still felt his tongue, or so I thought it was his tongue, in my hole.

I tried to raise up, "What are you doing?"

He pulled of my cock with a juicy pop and said, "I'm sucking your cock and fingering your hole."

"I don't want to be fucked," I stated emphatically.

"I'm not going to fuck you with my cock--I'm just finger fucking your tight hole. Relax!"

He went back to my cock and I did relax. I didn't know what to concentrate on--his mouth on my cock or his finger sliding in and out of my hole. The first I was by now used to having done to me, the latter was a new experience, and I was a little hesitant, although it was not altogether a uncomfortable.

Then he began so suck be deeply--I could feel his throat muscles spasming around my cock. At the same time his finger slid deeper into me until a lightening bolt struck my body from head to foot and centering in my primordial chakra. Every muscle in my body spasmed.

"ARGGHHH," I screamed out as I shot jet after jet of my massive load into his throat. I stiffened! He slowly withdrew his finger and pulled off my cock! I was absolutely breathless, panting, gasping for air!

"You all right?" he asked solicitously.

"Yes," I whispered.

After a few minutes he suggested, "Let's take a shower."

I followed him into the bath room and the commodious, glass enclosed shower. He adjusted the temperature and invited me in. I stood under the shower, letting the water flow over my body. He soaped up my back and began to massage my back, moving ever downward. Soon he was cupping and massaging my ass cheeks. "You have a most beautiful ass!" he said as he squeezed my globes.

It felt wonderful. Then a soapy finger slid down my ass crack towards my rose bud. I stiffened.

"Do you know that a man's ass hole is the second most erogenous zone on his body?"

He slid his soapy finger back and forth over that now tightly closed opening. I moaned. He applied a little pressure and I moaned again. He moved me from under the shower head, stepped in front of me and knelt down. I was surprised to observe that my previously flaccid cock was again rampant. He took me into his mouth and his tongue swirled about my cock head. I moaned deeper. Then he reached between my legs and again fingered my soapy, puckered bud. Strangely, I parted my legs for him. Carefully he applied more pressure against my sphincter until it relaxed and he was able to slip his finger into me with little or no trouble. I moaned.

He moved off my cock and asked, "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," I admitted as he was slowly finger fucking my ass.

"I'm going to suck you some more and then massage your prostate. OK?"

I nodded my head as he went back to my cock. I could feel him sliding his finger deeper into my ass. Without thinking, a squatted a bit, allowing him easier access.

Then it happened again! Not as cosmic as the first orgasm, but nonetheless, substantial.

"Oh, My Gawd!" I gasped as I slumped to the shower floor.

Slowly he withdrew his finger as my hole quaked!

We finished the shower and dried ourselves. As we were nearly dry, I reached over and grasped his flaccid cock.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You haven't cum yet!" I stated the obvious.

He leaned towards me and kissed me gently on the cheek, saying, "It isn't necessary. You gave me enough pleasure tonight."

"Not as much as you gave me, " I smiled.

The first time I sucked a cock was when I was thirty-four, nearly nine years from my first blow job. I was doing some research at a university library and had to use the rest room. The library was one of the older buildings on the campus and the men's room consisted of large urinals and stalls with marble partitions. Anyway, I wasn't looking that afternoon.

As I sat down and dropped my pants--I have always been in the habit of when sitting on the toilet to drop my pants and briefs around my ankles--I noticed that the stall to my left was occupied and that his pants an briefs were bundled about his ankles. The dividing partition was fourteen or fifteen inches from the floor making any view to the other side rather easy--to a point and besides his feet as well as mine were about eighteen inches apart. After a moment or two I observed a tap of his right foot. Then after a few seconds, a tap again.

"Mmmm!" I thought, "When in Rome do as the Romans."

I tapped my left foot. It was answered with a double tap from the guy to my left. I answered with a double tap. I observed his right foot sliding away and suddenly his knees appeared just under the edge of the partition as he slid into my space, then his thighs and finally a magnificent cock and balls made their appearance. The space was high enough to allow any but the most obese man to slide under nearly up to his waist.

As i said, what came into view was, simply, a beautiful cock and a pair of balls!

Now I am not really a cock hound or a cock aficionado. But this cock was near perfection in my book. From a symmetrical ball-sac holding two, near-ping-pong size balls, rose a straight, smooth shaft with its ventral bulge running from the ball-sac to the glans, it was smooth symmetrical and was not visually marred by bulging, blue, interlocking veins. The cock head was, likewise, perfectly formed--like a Bosch helmet extending an eighth-of-an-inch beyond the shaft which was about an inch-and-a-half in diameter. It was reminiscent of fine alabaster, maybe seven-and-a-half inches in length. For those who are size queens, it might be considered merely adequate. For me it was glorious!

For those who like size, I might recommend a friend with whom I had a brief association. George was black (actually mahogany-colored), six-three, one-hundred-ninety pounds, evenly muscled, good looking and possessing, what can only be described as, an enormous cock.

The first time I clinically observed George's pendulous member, he was nude, standing in front of me. His cock hung over an average-sized ball-sack and pointed its uncut head to the ground. The head-sheath was ample and extended in a little frilled pucker beyond the tip of the glans. Where he was mahogany-brown, his cock was considerably darker with a hint of blue. The shaft of his cock was amply veined and the glistening head, when exposed, was purple. His ball-sack was blue-black, wrinkled and lightly dusted with curly hair. Soft, that delicious cock was about one-and-a-half inches in diameter and about six-and-a-half to seven inches long--nearly as long as my dick is when erect. When swollen to full erection it increased its diameter to a full one-and-three-quarters to two inches and added at least another two inches to its length, extending to a full nine-plus inches--it was as close to ten inches as a human can get. When it was stiff and

twitching I could wrap the fingers of both my hands about it, one above the other and still have two-and-a-half to three inches left over. In simple words, it was: awesome, majestic, impressive, formidable, immense, massive and utterly desirable to me.

Only in its detumescent state could I take the whole thing in my mouth. When it distended to its turgid maximum, it was impossible! I would open my mouth wide just to get its girth passed my lips and so opened I was only able to accommodate about a third of its length without my jaws aching and gagging. But, I loved to suck that throbbing, thick cock. I adored to take his abundant, luxurious foreskin and cover his swollen knob, then stick my tongue inside and swirl it around his purple knob. I could even do this when he was rigid and throbbing. Once I spread that silken foreskin and was able to comfortably insert my own, hard cock-head inside.

When he was at my place would I asked him not to wear clothes. I reveled in watching him walk down the hall, his long, soft cock swinging from side to side, bouncing off his muscular thighs. I relished watching it while he sat on my sofa, legs apart and the cock-head reaching to the seat. I adored to see him reclining on his side and that huge, soft dick would loll over his smooth thigh with its foreskin forming a frilled knob which I would covet and suck into my mouth from time to time. Once I shaved his cock-hairs off, and the sight of that impressive suck-muscle, unencumbered by its surrounding thatch seemed to give it added length.

I watched him fuck a man once. He was kneeling at the edge of my bed, his torso on the bed. George entered him from behind. I was amazed that the man could take that massive weapon up his ass. But, take it he did! His ass-hole was distended, encircling that thick, hard, throbbing cock and it seemed to flare out like lips every time George pulled his cock back. There was no question of him fucking me--that would be cruel and inhuman punishment as far as I was concerned. However, I loved to lay on my back, squeeze my legs together and have him stick that enormous, lotioned cock between my thighs, just behind my balls. The sensation of his big head and long shaft brushing over my hairy, tight ass-hole was heaven as he moved up and down. He would finger fuck me, he liked to do that. He enjoyed watching his long supple finger plunge in and out of my taut ass-hole. I loved it too, especially when he sucked me at the same time.

When he sucked my cock, it was indescribable. His full, hot moist lips would clamp over my cock-head and slide down my pulsating shaft. His tongue was marvelous, roughly textured and when he licked my cock or twirled it around my cock-head, my whole body would spasm in delight at that erotic sensation. He loved to suck and he sucked with passion. He adored having me kneel over his face, fucking him in the mouth while I sucked and licked his long quaking cock. Sucking to him was an obsession, a fixation.

He loved sex, anytime, all the time. He was the preeminent sex-machine . . . a mahogany sex-toy of magnificent proportions . . . a bronze, lascivious machine.

But, he had one fault--he couldn't be trusted. Alas!

Anyway, that alabaster beauty which had slipped under the partition instantly mesmerized me. I bent over and took that turgid cock into my mouth. It felt wonderful. But after two or three bobs I pulled off and watched it as it disappeared back under the partition.

That was the first time!

The time I really sucked a guy's cock was about four or five years later. A guy with whom I had also a brief association. But I enjoyed it--that is sucking his cock as he sucked mine.

The first time I was fucked was when I was near my fortieth birthday. I had gone to a conference at a university in a small Midwest town, met this graduate student at a reception and was invited to his room. Like George, he was black, but nowhere near his ponderous size. We were in his room kissing and sucking, enjoying each others sexuality. Frankly, I was looking forward to fucking his firm ass.

But he was soon between my legs, sucking my cock like a trooper and fingering my ass. I should have realized when he slipped a second finger into me, he was aiming at more. But he was passionate and elevated me to the same heights of passion he exhibited.

After a few minutes of sucking and fingering me he placed my legs over his shoulders , shifted himself and deftly brought his rampant cock and firm cock head to my already manipulated and relaxed pucker. Seamlessly, effortlessly he entered me. I was a bit surprised as there wasn't an iota of pain or discomfort only a feeling of being stuffed. His luscious lips covered mine as he slowly entered my love tunnel and withdrew in an even rhythm. He increased his tempo and I found myself meeting his thrusts with delight. He shot his load deep in me, withdrew and went back to sucking my cock until I shot my load. It was delightful.

As we lay there, in each other's arms, his room mate entered the bedroom. I was nonplused, but my temporary lover was merely at home with the situation. As I was donning my clothes the room mate drew out a substantial, detumescent cock and said, "Would you like to try this one?"

I politely declined, begging off due to a fictitious upcoming appointment and quietly left the apartment. I'm not totally opposed to threesomes, but, I need a bit of foreknowledge.

My first threesome was, strangely enough with a married couple. I was at a local watering hole, sitting at the bar one night, A couple entered and they also slid into the stools of the bar, the man next to me. After ordering their drinks, he turned to me and stated, "It's been bitchin hot out today," and added with a grin, "Hotter than a camel's crotch in mating season."

"Well that's and apt description," and added, "You must have spent some time in the desert." We laughed.

The bar filled up and we were squeezed closer together as we chatted and sipped out drinks. Our legs were touching. I paid no attention to the close proximity until I felt his thigh muscles flex repeatedly. I glanced at him and he smiled and winked. I was a bit taken back at this action, particularly with his wife sitting next to him.

"Are you from around here," he asked and in doing so placed his hand on my knee.

I'd been there before. Quietly, I stated, "Yes. I've lived here for about five years."

"We haven't seen you in here before." He lightly squeezed my knee and moved his hand up my thigh a bit.

"Well, I generally come in here right after work," I stated, a bit agitated. I placed my hand over his and he entwined his fingers with mine and squeezed again.

"We come here on the weekend, usually. Meet some interesting people here."

"Hmmmm," I answered, nonverbal. His hand disengaged itself from mine and slid up to my crotch and insinuated itself between my thighs.

I gasped and looked at him squarely in the face. Again he smiled, and added to the message by licking his lips. Not only was I dumbfounded, I was equally aroused.

"This place is getting too crowded," and turning to his wife, he added, "Honey, do we still have some Scotch at home?"

She flashed a brilliant smile at him and nodded her head before averting her gaze in my direction.

"Why don't you come to our place and have a night cap?"

"That sounds great but I don't want to be a bother."

"No bother. It would be our pleasure," turning to his wife and giving her a kiss on the lips, "Wouldn't it honey?"

"Oh, yes," she purred.

So we left the bar and I followed them to their apartment. "What am I getting myself into?" I asked myself as I followed them. He was about my age, maybe a little older, pleasant looking and apparently from his dress had a decent body. She was a stunner and dresses to show off her considerable assets.

As we entered the apartment, she suggested, "Honey why don't you fix the drinks, I'm going to change." And, she disappeared down the hall.

The drinks were prepared and I was sipping mine when she re-entered the living room. She was wearing a sheer baby doll nitie which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her perky breasts pushed out the gossamer material on top while the folds of the lower part of the nighty revealed and the partially covered her obviously shaved pussy.

"Mmmm," he said, "My favorite dress." Saying this he slipped his hand under the nighty's hem and he fingered her slit.

Giggling, she said, "You're so bad!" Turning to me she asked, "Don't you think he's bad?"

I merely smiled and stated the obvious, "Maybe he has a reason!"

"Haven't you forgot your hostess duties, darling?" he said as he stood up and walked down the hallway.

She walked over, snuggled up against me and slipped her hand into my now burgeoning crotch.

"Oh, " she laughed, "You're a bad boy too!" and began to knead my cock.

By then I had a raging hard on.

He entered the living room again, but this time totally naked and sporting a substantial erection. "I have something for you dear."

She turned to him, squealed with glee and knelt before him, taking his cock into his mouth.

"Enjoying your drink," he asked me in mock seriousness.

"Fantastic," I stated in equal seriousness.

"Why don't you take tour clothes off, you might enjoy it even better?"

As I was stripping he laid his wife onto the plush, luxurious rug, crawled between her up lifted legs and slid his hard cock into her pussy!

"Oh, honey," she squealed!

I stood there watching this performance, naked and erect. He motioned for me to approach them and as I did he signaled for me to stand astride his wife, facing him. I did as be wanted and he leaned forward and began to suck my cock! I was again stunned.

"Does he have a nice one honey?" she asked her husband.

"Oh yeah, do you want to try?"

"Oh yes."

He pushed me to the side and motioned for me to squat next to his wife's head. She turned and sucked my cock into her mouth while he reached over, clutched my face and planted a moist kiss on my mouth. She moaned as she took my cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

After a few minutes, he suggested, "Here, stud, take my place. She has the hottest pussy." He moved from between her upraised legs and maneuvered me to assume his previous position.

Gawd! She had a hot, super heated cunt! And, she possessed fantastic muscle control as well. It felt like her pussy was sucking my cock! I began to fuck her in earnest. He rubbed his hands over and around my pistoning buttocks and whispered in my ear. "I want to fuck your hot ass."

"Sorry, that's one thing I don't do."

"Mmmm! Too bad, but never mind," he said as he leaned over separated my ass cheeks and began to rim me. I didn't know if I was coming or going (no pun intended). I groaned with super-heated passion.

She raised her head and pleaded, "Honey, I need a wee break."

I obediently pulled out as she crawled away and curled up on a pillow watching us.

"He's got a great cock, honey, you should try it," she suggested.

He released my buns, crawled in front of me and assumed a position with his ass in the air and head on a pillow.

"Fuck me stud!"

I mounted him and guided my cock to his hole and began to finger him.

"Never mind that!" he rasped, "Just shove that hard thing of yours into me!"

I grasped his hips, positioned my cock and shoved it all the way in.

"Ahhhh! DAMN!" he yelled as I buried my cock completely into his tight ass.

All the time his wife was intently observing the physical drama and fingering her pussy. I pistoned his ass with one deep thrust after another until I reached that luxurious peak and unloaded my opalescent cum deep in his gut.

"ARGGHHH!" I yelled as I released my load.

A half an hour later, I was back in my own apartment taking a long hot shower and ruminating over the evening's experience.

Think I prefer one on one!

My initiations to same sex experiences has been what one may catagorize as "vanilla " and quite pleasant. I have never been into too much "kink." I have participated in mild bondage but have eschewed S & M and water sports.

Although I am not a dominating person, I do like to be in charge up to a point. The first four or five years of my foray into same sex experiences was unequivocally one sided, much to my present dismay. Yet, I must admit I never forced myself on another guy. If he wanted to suck my cock, I allowed it and was generally pleased with the results. Once or twice during that time I had to forcibly withdraw my self, particularly when my partner at the time wanted be to suck them. But, generally they wanted to suck my ample cock and to this I acquiesced. While being sucked or fucking, I did so with the passive or active encouragement of the partner at the time.

I enjoy good hot passionate sex in which both can equally and mutually enjoy. But as you may surmise, I was an absolute "top"--that is until I was forty!