I am a 48 year old gay man with a weakness for straight young men in their late teens to early twenties. I see them on the street and in the park playing ball, and at the gym working out and changing in the locker room. I cannot help myself from sneaking glances at them and later jerking off to their images in my head. I fantasize about being caught staring at them, accused of being a lowly faggot and being humiliated by them and their friends. I think about being forced to crawl down on my knees and worship their hard young bodies, and I dream of sucking their stiff young cocks.
These are fantasies that I think of every day, while seeing these types of young men in my every day life and while I jerk off in bed later that night. However I realize that the chances of these fantasies ever becoming a reality are rather remote. Except for one particular weekend spent in Fort Lauderdale...
It was August of 1995 and I had a free weekend after vacationing with an old college friend, now living in Orlando. I drove down to Lauderdale, and checked into a gay motel that I know of, a couple of blocks from the beach. The strip was very quiet during that time of year, and I spent much of my first day on the beach and in the water to try to cool off.
Being addicted to the sight of young males, the beach is also a very fertile ground for my imagination to use in later jack off sessions. As I said the town was very quiet and there was not too much to look at in the way of young males and I was content to swim and ride the surf. I was standing in the ocean glancing back towards the beach when I noticed two young men laying in the lounge chairs that are available for rental. I could not focus on them from my distance in the water, but I was very interested in what I could see. One had dark hair and the other was blonde and wearing glasses.
I kept watching them and was wondering if they were brothers, whose parents were staying at the large hotel across from our beach location as I know that each chair rental was five dollars, and kids their age would usually just lie on their towels on the sand. When I looked in their direction again, I saw the old man who collects the rental fees arguing with the guys. Apparently they had just laid down without paying and they were being chased away. I thought that I would not see them again. Wrong.
A few minutes later, while lost in my own thoughts, I heard a splashing sound and heard young voices from about twenty-five feet away. I looked in that direction and got a much closer look at the two former lounge chair boys. The dark haired boy appeared to be anywhere from eighteen to twenty years old, while the blonde with glasses might have been as young as sixteen. The dark haired older boy was stunningly handsome, with a smooth upper torso and a lean muscular body. He had a great smile and seemed to take great joy in overpowering the younger looking blonde, by wrestling with him in the water, and dunking the blonde below the waves over and over. But they were both laughing out loud and seemed to be having a lot of fun in the surf. They swam further away from me, but I could not stop glancing at them, and accumulating masturbatory material for later when I got back to my motel room.
I continued to watch them as the older darker haired teen continued to harass his younger buddy. I was amused as the dark haired guy started calling the younger one a faggot. I could hear him say "I'll tell everyone on the beach that you are queer." But they both kept laughing and giggling and apparently neither was really gay, but that was another means that he used to dominate his friend. I was fascinated, but eventually they left the ocean, dried off and went on their way. I remained in the water thinking about how much I enjoyed watching these young guys engaging in a very macho game of domination. Again, I thought that this was the end of the story. Still wrong.
These guys images remained in my thoughts as I went back to sunbathe on the beach. Eventually I packed up my towel in my gym bag, and decided to take a walk along the Fort Lauderdale beach strip. I found myself across from the street from McDonald's and decided to have some lunch. I ordered my Big Mac Value meal, and sat down at a table near the door, so I could continue my favorite hobby of "boy watching." While munching on my burger, my two "fantasy" boys entered the front door and walked right past my table and headed towards the men's room. My mouth opened and I suddenly lost my appetite for food and developed a very acute appetite for young male meat. But again, I never expected anything real to come of it. My heart was beating faster as I anticipated their leaving the men's room and their walking past my table again. Whereas, when back home I try to never be terribly blatant with my stares towards young straight dudes, I did stare rather openly when these two guys passed my table as they started to head back outside.
But suddenly the dark haired older teen caught my eye looking at him, turned around and gave me a big smile. His younger buddy just kind of looked on. The dark haired teen asked if he and his friend could sit down with me. Of course, I told them to have a seat. The dark haired boy introduced himself as Mike, and said that the blonde with glasses' name was Robert. They sat across the table from me, and I saw that Mike was wearing an unbuttoned shirt and I found myself examining his tight young body. I was staring at his tan well developed chest, and his tight smooth stomach. He was hairless right down to his navel, where a thin trail of light brown hair snaked down into his crotch, below his shorts. I was hypnotized by his young beauty, when I was shocked to hear him ask me, "Are you gay?". I kind of shook my head yes, when he chimed in, "We are too." His younger friend Robert looked up at him like he was crazy, but he ignored Robert and kept talking to me.
"We are bisexual," Mike said. Robert continued to looked stunned and confused, but did not argue with his more aggressive buddy. I learned that Mike was nineteen years old, and Robert had just turned eighteen. Robert was a rather plain looking skinny blonde boy, who actually looked younger than his eighteen years. Mike was very athletic looking, about 5'10" and I would guess about 160 pounds, with thick black hair, green eyes and a very handsome Italian face with a crooked (but cute) nose. Mike did most of the talking for the three of us. He asked me where I was staying, and I told him the name of the "gay" motel. He was not familiar with it, but asked if they could come back to my room with me to drink some beer. I told them it was fine with me and I asked if they smoked pot? Mike said that they loved to smoke weed and would like to get high with me. And so the three of us were heading back to my motel room. I wondered what I was getting myself into, but could not resist the adventure.
At that time "The Jerky Boys" comedy tapes were popular, and wise-ass Mike kept muttering Jerky Boys lines to me under his breath like "Let's go fruitcake" and kept cracking up Robert. I was familiar with those lines as I had just heard the tapes at my friends house in Orlando. But I did not take offense, as I was enjoying spending some time with these two straight teens, even though Mike had proclaimed that they were "bi." When got back to my air conditioned room, Mike took his shirt off while I got some beers from my refrigerator and reached for my stash of pot to roll a joint. Mike insisted on rolling as he definitely liked to take charge of a situation. I kind of liked being under the "spell" of a sexy nineteen year old straight boy. He knew I was gay, and he knew that I was very hot for him.
After a couple of beers apiece and two shared joints, (fatter than I usually roll) the subject of sex came up. Mike asked me if I wanted to suck their dicks. He asked if I was a "cocksucker." Robert was kind of shocked, but Mike's laugh was contagious and we all took the situation very lightly. But he kept asking if I wanted to blow them. In my stoned state, I could only meekly admit that I did want to and very much so. Mike said that it would cost me. I asked him how much and he said $50 for each of them. He then grabbed his dick through his shorts and looked me in the eye. I said O.K. Mike let out a whoop of joy and slapped his buddy Robert on the back. Apparently they were looking to make some money all afternoon, and spotted me for the hungry cocksucker that I am.
Mike told Robert that he should go first. Robert was embarrassed and said no. Mike started laughing again and twisted Robert's arms behind his back. Again he said more forcefully, "You go first!". As Mike liked to control the situation and Robert and I were more passive, we let Mike run the show. He ordered me to my knees, and told me to open Robert's pants. Again, Robert protested, but Mike grabbed Robert's arms and held them down and told me to take his dick out. I opened the snap on Robert's cut off jeans shorts, and tugged them and his white jockey shorts down below his knees. His crotch smelled of a combination of teen sweat and the saltwater from their earlier adventures in the ocean. Robert's cock was soft, and only appeared to be three inches soft. He had light blonde pubic hair, and Mike laughed again and told me to suck Robert's" little boy "dick. Robert said, "Wait till it gets hard. Then you'll see how big it is," and "You should see how big I get when I'm with a chick." I sucked his cock in my mouth and worked on it for five or ten minutes, before I felt some lengthening in Robert's dick.
Mike pushed Robert back, and told me that it was time to suck his big Italian cock. He asked me,"Are you ready to suck my dick?" I said "yes." He told me to beg for it. And I did. Mike and Robert were both laughing at me. Mike told me that I had to kiss his feet first, if I wanted to suck his dick. He was wearing open toe sandals, and I dropped down to kiss his feet. This was the situation that I had always fantasized about. Me groveling in front of a straight teenager, begging to suck his cock, in front of his friend. Mike played the situation all of the way. I had to follow his orders. Although his upper body was very smooth, his legs were hairy and I found the combination of youth and maturity a big "turn-on." When he made me open his shorts with my mouth, he and Robert had a good laugh. A mature 44 year old man, begging, groveling and paying two teenaged boys to suck their dicks. I was so turned on and loving every second of it.
When Mike finally assisted me in opening his pants, a beautiful thick semi-hard cock popped into my face. Mike said,"Suck it faggot" Robert and Mike laughed. I swallowed his fat young cock. It was wonderful. This was "every"hot young straight boy that I ever watched on the basketball courts, or working out in the gym and I was down on my knees tasting and sucking this wonderful,"forbidden fruit." Mike started thrusting his hips forward, force-feeding me his now eight inch long, throbbing teen cock. He then pulled his cock out of my mouth, and smacked me across the face with it. And he made a point of showing Robert how big his dick was. Robert was forced to admit that it was bigger than his own.
I was then ordered to go back to sucking Robert's cock again. It had softened while I was sucking Mike, but Robert came to life much faster this time. He had about six hard inches, and started thrusting his dick down my throat as Mike had done, minutes earlier. Robert grabbed the back of my head and yelled out in a high pitched teen-age voice,"I'm cumming! aaahhh! aaaahhh! And he blasted in my mouth. Mike told me to pull my mouth off and show him Robert's cum on my tongue and in my mouth. He called me a "dirty faggot, cum eater." Mike then ordered me to finish cleaning Robert up with my mouth.
Then Mike was ready for me to finish him off. His cock never got completely soft, and I had noticed him playing with himself, while I was sucking Robert off. Mike stood over me and fucked my throat really hard, and made me gag a few time, but would not let up until he was finished. After a few minutes, he asked if I wanted to eat some more sperm. I moaned yes, yes, although my mouth was full. Mike yelled out, "I'm not going to let you eat it, but you can wear it!", and he pulled his hard wet cock out of my mouth and started jerking his meat in my face and shot off a thick creamy load in my face and hair. Again, both Mike and Robert were hysterical laughing. I was totally humiliated, but also very satisfied with living out this fantasy.
We cleaned up, (mostly me), and I paid them their $100. After all that, I still wanted the day to continue and asked them if they would like to go to dinner with me, later that evening. They agreed to return at 7:00 P.M. for dinner. I showered and changed, and waited and waited, but they never returned that day. I was very disappointed, but knew that you could not really rely on street boys who were hustlers.
However, the next day, Mike showed up on his own. And that was another adventure.
This has been my first full story. Please e-mail me at SykQuinn@aol.com and let me know what you think and if you want a Part II to find out what happened that next day.