This is a true story that happened a couple of weeks ago.
My name is Mats, and I'm a 28-year old Norwgian. I'm 6'2, blond, blue eyes, toned and slim. Not a lot of muscels, but I have a nice v-shaped upper body and a firm and tight butt....the guys a Splash (New York's coolest gay club - on 17th street) seem to like me a lot - but that is another story.
So, few weeks ago, I was visiting New York, my favorite city of all! And this one Saturday I was out with a couple of Norwgian model girls at one of the hottest clubs there these days, called the Marquis. I had a table with bottle service, and as always when there are free drinks to be had, a lot of girls were hanging out at our table. In addittion, and with relevance for this forum, there were two guys hanging around as well. As the evening progressed, one of the guys, an incredibly handsome tall dark fellow in his early twenties, started dancing with me and smiling and winking...he was so attractive that I could not resist his open flirtation. We danced together for a while, and just smiled drunkenly at each other. Eventually he got his nerve up to ask me if I was together with any of the girls, or if I were into guys at all. I told him the truth: I go both ways.
The smile on his face lit up the room. He was so happy to hear these news...his dark eyes twinkled as he looked at me, and I could barely resist the urge to snog him right there...and that's when one of my girlfriends grabbed me and pulled me back into the group. Oh, well, I thought, I guess it was not to be...and I focused my attention on my friends. Half an hour later, we were all on the street as the club was closing, and as I was looking for a cab, my handsome suitor appeared again. He said his name was Carlos and wanted to know if I could come home with him. I told him I had to take the girls home, but gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day. He smiled and gave me a great, warm hug which made me all warm and horny. As Carlos left, I cursed myself for not taking down his number - what if he never called me back?`
After taking the girls home, I went to bed alone. I had just put my hed down on my pillow, and then the phone rang. It was Carlos! He asked me if I could come over to his place right away. My cock made up my mind for me - it was rock hard in anticipation after 5 seconds of hearing his voice. I told him I would take a cab right over - he lived in SoHo, quite near where I was. 10 minutes later I was there, and he was waiting outside, now wearing windbrakers and a tank top. I could see his hard cock straining against the material - he was really hung! His upper body was gorgeous as well - tight and well-defined. As I was checking him out and just smiling, he came over and took his arm around my neck and locked me into a passionate kiss that sent jolts through my whole body, and in particular my hard 8-incher. It was leaking and I was moaning into him.
He grabbed my hard member by sticking his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and rubbed me. Just then, a chinese guy walked by staring at us, and I became a bit embarrassed. I told Carlos that we have to go inside. So we went inside to the hallway of his apartment building. Before we had climbed the first set of stairs, Carlos pushed me against the wall and opened my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. He went straight to work, sucking me with incredible passion and sense of urgency almost. He pulled my pants down to my ankles and asked me to lie down. As I did this, he pulled his own pants down, and I got to see that incredible, thick, straight and hard cock of his. It was bigger than mine, that's for sure. Probably 9 inches - honest! Carlos attacked my dick again and placed his own in my face, in a 69. I was so horny from his scent and the taste of his cock as well as his expert sucking, that after a few minutes of this, I blew a thick, spunky load down his soft throat. Carlos smiled and I could taste his dick spewing more precum as he got excited from my taste.
I know I should always practice safe sex, but what happened next was not very safe. Me, still as hard as before, leaning forward in the hallway at 5.30am in an apartment building with lots of people living, pants around my anckles, and Carlso behind fucking me. We had no time for condoms. It was the rawest sex I have ever experienced. My head was spinning, partly from the drinks earlier, but most of all from this hot sex with this latin stud. His smell, his skin, his eyes and his taste made me totally lost. As he fucked me with long strokes he kept hitting my prostate, and I felt the chills up my spine every time. In less than five minutes, I shot another load, without even touching my dick. Carlos pulled out of me and pointed that incredibly sexy tool of his towards the wall, on which he shot four or five big spurts of hot cum...it was running down the wall, like milky trails down this ugly sky-blue wall. I smiled in anticipation of any of the neigbours seeing it and recognising what it was...
To clean Carlos up, I licked his dick like a lollypop and savored the tangy taste of his man-juice. Then he pulled me up and kissed me as he had earler - hard, passiontely, masculine. I love kissing guys!! mmmm! We both pulled our pants up, and I took off.
When I called Carlos back a few days later, his number had been disconnected. Bummer. So if you read this, my friend, drop me a line!!
I have a lot of sexy stories to tell, this is my first time writing one down. I hope it got you hard :) Drop me a line if you wish... norwayblond26@hotmail.com