I felt like such a tourist. Los Angeles is an exciting city, but can also be scary with the traffic, complex highways, and people who look right through you. Thank goodness for the hotel shuttle, which rescued me from the giant labyrinth of LAX and safely delivering me to the hotel. I had been planning this trip for almost a year, begging my company to send me to this conference, justifying the need, finding room in the budget. Finally, I was in sunny southern California, palm trees, ocean breezes, and a secret agenda. I felt like James Bond, super spy, working out the details, making sure I didn't get caught, feeling more sexy and alive than I had in years. In order for you to appreciate the story, let me go back to the beginning.
I discovered a whole new side to my personality when I began to surf the Internet. At first, it was all work on a new computer, and later, I was consumed at home till late into the night. I'll admit I was curious about lots of stuff, but the sexual web sights got my interest quickest. I'm happily married with 2 teenage kids, good job, loving wife, good friends and family, but sometimes I just got this 'itch' to explore more, delve deeper. My sexual curiosity soon had me into some pretty hardcore stuff, and I quickly developed a taste for the forbidden, man-to-man sex. Oh, I knew that I had attractions to other guys, but never worried too much about it. I fell deeply in love with my wife, and left all that behind me, that is, that is until I found the Internet.
As my curiosity grew, I found myself exploring all kinds of sites. One that quickly became my favorite was Nifty Archives. I read the stories and wrote to authors that I really liked. About a year ago, I got up the nerve and submitted my first story. I was nervous, but was encouraged by the interesting e-mails I received. It got like a game with me, writing the stories, which was so stimulating that I'd jerk-off every time, then getting off again on the e-mails from the guys who'd respond. It was great fun, very erotic, and a huge boost to the ego.
Last fall I received my first e-mail from Max. At first our e-mails were short and to the point. I responded to his comments, and soon we were writing fairly often. He was very careful of his identity, but shared that he wrote screenplays in Los Angeles. He became more sexual in his comments over time, and one day he became almost graphic, later apologizing for being so horny. He said my stories got him 'off' every time and that I was his favorite author.
Over the next several months, we became closer, and talked a lot about writing skills, the difficulty of making money in Hollywood, past successes, and his current difficulties. Finally Max told me that he had taken some contract jobs with an upscale studio in the gay adult film industry. He asked if he could he use some of my story plots for his new job. At first I was very flattered by this, but after his second request, began to inquire about my own interests.
Max apologized for using me, but stated there was very little money for the screenplays in the adult film industry, and he was barely making it himself. I compromised with the plan that Max would send me pictures of himself as payment in kind. The first was very erotic, seated in white underwear and green pullover shirt, jerking off a huge cock. It was so hot, I could barely contain my own orgasm, jacking off at my work desk after hours.
As my conference became closer, I implied that I would like to meet Max while in LA, and maybe tour the studio where he works. He reluctantly agreed, as a compromise to keep the story ideas coming. With any luck, Max would be at the hotel today for that tour. Sitting on the shuttle bus, my erection was almost unbearable in anticipation of meeting Max. I managed to contain the energy, check into the hotel and the conference, and make it to the room.
I took a shower and shaved. Wore some sexy Calvin Kline underwear, brushed my teeth, and waited. I wanted to jerk-off to gain some control, but resisted the idea. I had never been with another man since getting married 20 years earlier. Max was 28, a screenplay writer living in LA. What would he want to do with a 43 year of married guy from Kansas?
When the knock finally came, I jumped up in surprise. My hands were sweating and my heart was beating in my ears as I answered the door. Max was beautiful, a good southern California model of health and beauty. He was about 6, 170 pounds, hazel eyes, with short brown hair parted on the right. My first impulse was young white republican, in a Matthew Broderick kind of way. His smile was disarming, and I found my voice unable to work. I stood there, mouth hanging open.
"You must be Josh. Aren't you going to invite me in?" he said.
"Oh...sure...come in." I replied feeling stupid.
"Nice room. When does your conference start?"
"There some stuff tonight, but mainly tomorrow morning. The pictures you sent me don't do you justice."
"Well thanks. Its weird finally meeting you after all the stuff we've shared. I can feel myself blush as I remember some of the pictures I sent you."
"Yeah, they were pretty hot. I spent many a time jerking off to them."
"Hey, how about some dinner. You look hungry and ready to see the city."
Max was a wonderful tour guide. We ate at a Koo Koo Roo, a local chicken place crawling with lots of young buff guys. Max explained that this was their favorite place of the muscle guys eating high protein, low fat diets. It was a real pleasure to watch them in the California afternoon sun.
I felt like royalty as Max played tour guide and entertained me. I was even more entertained looking at his body, remembering what was underneath the clothes, and all the personal thoughts and details he had previously shared with me. I was so aroused, being charmed by this guy, wondering if I was ready to cross the line, already aware that I wouldn't have the self-control to resist any invitation.
After our late lunch, Max took me to the studio in Van Nuys. I guess I expected a giant penis bell tower, but it could have been any office building in America. The guard seemed to recognize Max and waved us in. He even had keys to the side door. At first it looked like a typical office, but soon we entered the sound stage. There were lots of people milling about, but there was no filming. The guys in white terry robes were the first clue. The second was the light aimed at a large bed. We sat in a dark corner and observed the crew in action.
I was expecting the typical Hollywood words "Ready, Set, Action" but instead found a much more informal atmosphere. The guys took off their robes, and seemed to begin their scene with little fanfare. I was very aroused by the kissing and touching by the actors. All the lights and equipment made it difficult to see everything, but the guys were quickly erect and shifting into some pretty complicated positions. I had to shift my own erection, and was worried about shooting in my pants. What surprised me most was how boring it became after a half-hour. They changed camera angles and repeated some of the close up scenes. Max got up and led me off the set.
"I knew you'd enjoy that. What do you think?" he asked.
"Pretty hot stuff, but not as sexual as I thought it might be. There are all so cold and technical about it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. After the newness wears off, it's just another business."
Max took me into a small conference room. He brought out a lap top computer and a several scripts. He motioned me to set diagonal from him.
"Here is the script from the story you wrote 'Computer Guy.' I've tried to adapt it to a screenplay, but need some advice. Sometimes I wonder why I bother, as most directors do whatever they want. Let's see...the bathroom scene works quite well, but the final scene at the computer needs some help," Max said.
We worked for about an hour on the details of the scene. I was pretty aroused by all the talk, but felt in control. Looking at Max, his smile and attentive stare were very flattering. I felt like a sixteen-year-old on his first crush, totally giddy and highly susceptible to his advances.
"The studio plans to start shooting this next month. I recently saw photos of the two main characters. Would you like to see them?" he asked.
"That would be great."
Max left for a moment and came back with some glossy 8x10's. I had never seen such pictures. Naked guys, handsome, well endowed. Wow, my character was going to be beautiful. The second guy was just as handsome, shorter, and more muscular. His pictures included one with an erection, a massive organ with impressive girth.
I replied, "These two guys should work just fine. I bet casting must be a fun job."
"Yes, I could think of worse things. Imagine the power of 'Now takes your pants off.' A tough job, I'm sure."
We joked and chatted as we left the studio. Max was a perfect gentleman, opening the doors and such. It was getting dark, and the city was beautiful, especially coming over the hills and seeing the city below. We drove through West Hollywood, and he pointed out many of the gay sights. We stopped by a big upscale sex shop called The Pleasure Chest, where local legend has it that it's where Madonna buys her sex toys. I felt my face flush as we walked down isles of toys, many of which I didn't understand their purpose. Max seemed amused by my Kansas innocence.
It was still too early to call it a night. Max suggested a movie at Mann's Chinese Theater. I had seen it on TV during some awards show, and enjoyed the regal atmosphere of the lobby. Max treated me to some popcorn and soda, as we took a seat near the back of the theater. I found myself relaxing in the cool darkness, that is, until I felt Max's hand on my thigh. The adrenaline rush was quite fantastic. I sat quietly, completely aroused by his touch. I spread my legs, giving an indication that I enjoyed it. He moved higher up my thigh, and finally found my hardness. I wasn't sure what to do, or what was next. This was much too public a place to get more involved. He rubbed my harness and caressed my sensitive balls.
I was completely aroused when he unzipped my slacks. He simply slipped his hand inside and caressed me, next slipping inside my underwear. Max never looked my way, and appeared completely engrossed in the movie. I could feel the first trickle of sweat, even thought the theater was not hot. I scooted forward, giving more room to explore. He found pre-cum, which he spread around the tip.
I'm not sure how long he played, but it felt like forever. When he pulled his hand away, I was only seconds from cuming. He may have sensed this. He didn't zip me up. I wasn't sure what to do, but felt brave enough to move my hand to his thigh. He was warm to the touch, and my senses were on fire with lust. His slacks were fairly tight, and his muscles were easily detected. I moved further up, and could feel him shift positions in his seat. I first detected the softness of his balls. There was more room in his pants here, and they shifted at my touch. His penis was easy to detect, and I remembered the size from the pictures I had jerked off to for months. It was down his left pants leg, easily within reach. I slipped my hand along its length, and felt it become even more engorged. I had to touch it, and found his zipper. I fumbled with it, and finally Max lowered it for me.
Inside, I felt his cotton boxers. His shaft was extended out the lose leg opening. It was already too hard to change this fact. I couldn't get my hand far enough inside to touch the tip, so I snaked my fingers through the fly. His public hair was coarse yet silky to the touch. After all the fantasy stories I had written, all the times I had masturbated thinking about this moment, I was finally touching my first hard cock since college, 20 years before.
It was difficult to keep a straight face and watch the movie. I can't even remember what was playing on screen, but I'll never forget the playing I was doing. Max startled me as he raised his butt, and shifted his cock so it protruded through the fly. I had to be careful to keep it contained in his slacks. For the first time, I could feel it's slippery tip, and move my fingers around the head. He slit was slick, and I rubbed it around with the finger.
In this position, I also had better access to his balls. I rolled them with my fingers, and noted their size. I could feel the veins that would brought the blood to his organ. I was suddenly aware that the movie was ending, and Max shifted his massive cock back into his pants and zipped up. He placed the popcorn tub in front to hide the obvious bulge. During the credits, I stood up, only to realize that my pants were unzipped. I quickly zipped up, hoping no one else noticed. My erection was not near as difficult to hide as his.
Back in his car, I felt the urgent need for relief. All the foreplay in the theater had aroused an urgent need.
Max started the conversation "Well, that was a great movie. What did you think?"
"To be honest, I don't remember much about the movie."
"I've got some stuff planned for us tomorrow, would that be OK?"
"I would like that. There's some type of activity with the conference, but I'll skip that. What time will you pick me up?"
Max replied "Let me think, I've got an afternoon meeting. How about I pick you up about 6."
Max's Volvo was pretty roomy, but he seats were close enough that my hand found it's way to his lap. His erection was gone, but his flesh still filled out his underwear. As he drove, he made several sounds that indicated he liked my touch. I pulled down his zipper, and worked my hand inside.
"Man that feels good, but I can't handle this while driving."
He quickly pulled off the highway, and found a dark parking lot. He parked in the corner, near a wooden fence. Without saying a word, he turned off the car, reclined his seat, and raised the steering wheel. He unfastened his belt and the button. He raised his butt and lowered his boxers and slacks to mid thigh.
My hand immediately returned, fondling his recently released cock. It stood straight up from his lap. I was too afraid to take it orally, but found immense pleasure stroking it with my hand. I found his balls, and played with them. I raised his polo shirt, and found those large nipples, which I remembered from his pictures. It was totally new and yet there was a sense of having already been there.
By now, Max was leaking pre-cum. After the hour of fondling in the movie, I knew he was ready to cum. I increased the rhythm of my strokes, and watched as he approached orgasm. His feet pushed against the floorboard, and his butt lifted off the seat. His hands were folded behind his head, and were pushing his head forward. His facial expression changed and his breathing stopped. In a last gasp of tension, his first volley of cum hit his chest. I felt the pulse of fluids flow through his shaft as the second surge filled his navel. The next I rubbed into his cock as I finished my strokes. His butt returned to the seat, and his breathing began with a gasp. I found some fast food napkins and began to clean him up. He quietly pulled up his slacks and down his shirt. He turned and smiled at me.
"That was great. Thank you. Can I help you?"
"I'd love it, yes."
Max turned on his side, and helped me recline the seat. He started with the zipper, and I quickly unfastened my belt, and pulled everything down to my knees. Max's hand quickly went to work on my shaft. He found my balls, and gently caressed them. He touched the area below with his finger tip and returned to the shaft. I was urgently in need of release, and knew that I could not last long. I pulled my shirt up to my neck, and closed my eyes. His touch was like magic, and I soon felt that familiar feeling, deep behind my balls, which told me I was near.
Max suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and started to complain, when I saw his devilish grin. He moved his hands to my nipples. I could feel my cock throb, and was almost in pain from my need to cum. He played with my chest and tummy. I wanted to push his hand to my hardness, but found the strength to let him play. Finally, he returned to my shaft. He took a drop of pre-cum to his lips. The teasing was driving me crazy, He rubbed more of it around the crown, and found that special spot just below the slit.
Suddenly, he resumed his pumping, and expertly brought me to orgasm. As all the body parts quickly came into play, I almost felt pain from the intensity of the muscle contractions. The first volley of cum hit my chin, a total surprise that I could still shoot that far. Max continued stroking until I was completely spent, and sensitive to his touch. There was cum all over my chest and tummy, an impressive show for me.
Max tenderly wiped up my semen. It took several napkins to complete the job. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and restored my clothing. I wasn't sure what to say, and felt so tired that I could barely think. I could not get the smile on my face to relax, and knew it would hurt tomorrow.
Max continued his role as tour guide, and talked most way back to the motel. I was relieved when he did not offer to come inside. I was exhausted and I think he sensed that. We reviewed our plans for tomorrow, and he was suddenly gone.
The guilt was not too far behind, and I tried to wash it off in the shower. I called my wife, forgetting about he two-hour time difference. I suddenly missed her very much. Sleep came much too slowly, my brain unable to shut down.
The next morning arrived with bright sunshine in my eyes. My first response was to curse at the intrusion, but couldn't help enjoy its warmth. I was quickly off to the conference, which began with a breakfast buffet. The day moved quickly, but I often found myself thinking about Max and our evening plans.
I waited under the portico for his Volvo. He was right on time, sunlight reflecting off his perfect teeth. His boyish good looks and friendly smile would disarm Jessie Helms. We were quickly off for a bite of dinner. Max refused to tell me his agenda for the evening, and I was flattered by his playfulness. We ate dinner at one of those restaurants that you can find in any suburban city in America.
Max next took me to a bar in West Hollywood called RAGE. It obviously was a gay bar, my first. I was a little nervous as we found a table in the corner. There were lots of young buff guys dancing, sans shirts, their sweat reflecting from the lights. I don't normally drink, but tonight I made an exception. I could feel my body relax, and began to enjoy the amazing array of male bodies. There was some leather vests and pierced nipples, but no lewd activities. The men's room was also very clean and devoid of raunchy behavior. I think I even caught a glimpse of one of the guys from the casting photographs, but didn't have the nerve to ask him.
After several fun hours, Max took me to the nearby Melrose Baths. I know I'm pretty much a backward Kansas hick, but even I knew about bathhouses. It reminded me of a typical YMCA or men's gym, but only at first. I was pretty nervous in the locker rooms, unsure if I was ready to leave my clothes behind. Being half blitzed helped lower my inhibitions. We began in the shower room, which was my first good look at Max in full light. My older body fit right in with all types of guys cruising in and out. I could feel myself relax, and not worry about covering my nakedness. The sauna was great, and Max was adventurous, and I was nervous till I realized that all types of activities were going on. The guy beside me was getting sucked off. I think some guys in the back may have been fucking. I moved my hand and began to fondle Max to erection.
We next sat in a main room, which was showing gay porno movies on a television mounted on the wall. My mouth dropped as I watched all the side activity occurring all around me. Max was pretty cool and let me watch everything, pretty confident that I was enjoying myself, strongly indicated by my very erect state. We slipped into the Jacuzzi, sitting close enough to fondle each other. Moving carefully, I could a position where a water jet hit my ass, creating a whole new category of arousal.
At this point we had been horny so long that we urgently needed relief. We found a small private room, and closed the door. Max was all over me. I was not prepared for his kiss, but found it very erotic. I sank to the raised platform as his lips found my earlobes and neck. My nipples instantly responded to his swirling tongue. I lay out flat, aware that my erection was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
I had pledged to myself that I would not go beyond jerking off together, but suddenly wanted his mouth on my cock. I waved it in his face, and he ignored it, beginning instead on my toes. I groaned in disappointment, only to be overwhelmed at the pleasure he was giving my body in new places I had never considered erogenous. He moved up my thigh with little kisses. I spread my legs and raised my knees as he moved closer. He moved my balls with his tongue. He bathed them in warmth of his mouth. Just when I was about to go completely crazy, he swallowed my cock to its root. I heard words it my mouth that I thought I'd never say.
"Oh Gawd, suck my cock. Damn, you're the best cock sucker."
Suddenly Max withdrew his mouth. He climbed over my cock and sat on my chest. He smiled as he put his cock near my mouth. My tongue darted out and captured a drop of pre-cum. I could smell his sexual scent, aware that he was totally aroused. He moved closer and I took his cock into my mouth. I was unsure how to do it right, but made up for that in enthusiasm. Max rocked back on knees, holding himself up with his arms. This gave me better access to his balls.
I was just getting good when Max suddenly moved. He swung his leg over my head and moved to straddle me. Suddenly his cock was directly above me, and I could see his hanging balls and asshole. The next instant, I felt his mouth return to my cock. I used my hands to guide his cock to my mouth. My hands then were drawn to his balls. His ass was next to be explored.
In just a few moments, my brain was compromised as I began to approach orgasm. I warned him, but he continued his suction. I had to breathe suddenly suffocating from the huge cock in my mouth. Max never withdrew as I filled his mouth with cum. I felt as if he had sucked my balls directly out through my cock.
I used my hands to help with the big cock. Max remained on his knees as I began to suck in earnest. I spread his cheeks apart, and felt him push against me. I touched his rosebud, and new he enjoyed it. It only took a few seconds before he began to shake and stiffen, warning me of his encroaching orgasm. Being my first time, I was unsure I was ready to swallow, allowing him to cover my chest with his cum. His balls had drawn up close to his base. Max rested on my chest and I felt his cum slippery between us. In a few seconds we turned side by side, still in reverse positions. I felt myself drift off a few moments as my body recovered.
We returned to the main room, and I was surprised that some guy was dancing on a make shift stage. He was quite handsome, and very erect. We took seats nearby, covered only by our towels. The guy was being encouraged by a group of his friends. One came forward and sucked him, and another guy who pinched his nipples. He finally shot his wad from an expert hand job. The guys cheered as his spunk hit the floor. I had never seen such a display.
I suggested one last trip to the sauna before leaving. I sucked Max off sitting on the redwood benches, before several interested onlookers. I declined his offer of reciprocation, insecure that I could perform so quickly, embarrassed that I might fail.
Safely back in my hotel room, with a bottle of hand lotion, I found relief for the second time, secure in the familiar, fresh with a whole new host of new jack off fantasies. I forgot to call my wife, having fallen asleep with cum still on my tummy. Tonight sleep came very quicly.