Hey, guys... for those of you who have read a few of my past stories. I hope I can keep it `up to standard' ... things have sure changed for me over the past couple years.. and .. Well. here I am again..
I used to write my fantasies to "get away from the real world".. seems now that my real world has a lot more reality' than fantasy' .. so I guess I've found it more difficult to write this stuff down. ..but I'm gonna try . hope I don't disappoint you.
And let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ... if you are under 18 or in a geo-political area that prohibits this type of literature. or you are offended by homo-erotic story themes. go click on your "Back" button !!! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy .
Straight bars can be fun . part 1
As I said. "things have changed." over the past couple years, I've quit having to fantasize and been able to "live" my life the way a I really am. I've done the gay bar scene and found that, probably more often than not, it's harder to find a guy there (who's not posing and judging) than in the several local straight bars in my hometown. so my fantasies' have now found reality'. and that's what I'm going to tell you about.
For those that don't know me. I'm a 54 year-old, gay male who was married for close to 30 years. I'm not any well- tuned sex machine.. my mid-section is not a `six-pack' and my pecs are a bit loose, but I'm still (or at least I'm told) a rather attractive middle-aged guy. (you can check out my pic at my AOL profile if you can).
.anyway. I like to go out once or twice a week and see what's going on in the local taverns. Over the past couple years, I've checked them all out .. and found those that at least have a bit of view' in the men's rooms. (if there are single-use rooms, or full privacy shields, I don't bother to go back). so.. if there are a couple urinals side-by- side..and no shield.. that's a "keep checking" situation. so. is that bad?? (Well. if you are reading this. I don't think you can really believe that window shopping' isn't fun!)
What I find fascinating is just sitting at the bar having a pint or two and watching what goes on around me. That, of course, means trying to divine who is, or who isn't. which are just a couple of guys .. and which are a bit more. or, more importantly, who is sitting there alone.. and doesn't really want to be. Sometimes my gaydar' seems to be functioning - other times not. Like the time I was all but drooling at the gorgeous guy in the baseball uniform across the bar from me, and getting no vibes' at all. Then when I went to the men's room, he came in right behind me, and displayed his wares' in no uncertain terms. .but that's another story. I guess his gaydar' was working better that day than mine was.
I'm most surprised when a guy suddenly decides to move from somewhere else at the bar and comes over to the stool next to me.. and I'm even more surprised at how often that does happen !!!!
A couple months ago it was a really nice looking guy .. about 5'7" or 5'8". nice body (he was wearing only levis and a t-shirt, so I could tell).. and a very attractive face.. I looked right at him and saw his short, slightly graying hair, his warm brown eyes, and the sexy space in between his front teeth (yes. I think that's sexy). somehow I also noticed his large boots (I eventually found out they were size 11's), his large hands, and the nice bulge in the `right place'. He turned toward me and said "Hi, I'm Bob."
I held my hand out and said "I'm Peter".. his handshake was very firm, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to pull his hand back. "BINGO" was the first thought I had. So we started the "dance"...
We chatted about more things than I even want to think about.. and in the course of the conversation he told me that he was 38 and `single'. I bought him a drink, he bought me a beer. then.. his friend Charlotte joined us. ("fag hag" came to mind, of course, what else???). right after she got there, he started telling me about his two kids and his "ex" (but never actually married).. so I told him about my wife (who died 2 years ago) and my grandchildren (two can play the "straight game") . that's when two big (very hot) studs came over to ask him if he wanted to play a game of darts. . and away he went!!
When he came back, the bartender put the glass down in front of him, indicating that he had a `free drink' coming (also meaning he won the game). I asked him if his "friends" were cops (they really did look like it .. tall, muscled, high- and-tight cuts, etc.), but he said "no .. they're construction guys". mmmmm. I would have liked to have either one of them drive a big "nail" into me !!!! but I was "busy".
The evening had now turned to night as we chatted on and on. and finally I couldn't resist it. I reached down and ran my hand across the cutest, tightest, hardest little ass I've seen in years. and I really have to say it was soooooo cute!! It just sat there and filled into his jeans. and just begged to be worshipped!! It was then that he got up to go to the loo.
.so.. What should I do ?? .. of course!! I gave him a bit of time.. then I followed in'.. and there he was.. standing at the right urinal.. I took the left, and hauled out' my not-too-small-but-cut member.. well. we both worked it for a minute or so. and it became obvious that he was as interested in mine as I was in his..
He had a nice 3-4 inches of soft meat with a pretty pink strawberry head.. I'm about the same as that. with a slope and flared rim.. By then we were both beginning to thicken and both heads were getting enlarged. As we heard footsteps approaching the door, we both `put it away', stopped to wash our hands, and turning a little as we walked out the door, we both checked out the damned big, uncut handful that was being swung by the guy who just walked in. Luckily he was looking up to his left so he didn't see our gazes.
When we got back to our seats... Bob just sort of smiled at me. and I looked directly into his eyes. he held my gaze. and I knew then that I was "in" .. Damn! Those straight bars!! If it were a gay place I'd have leaned forward and kissed him, but I really couldn't do it there !... and he damned well knew what was in my mind. so I asked him "would you like to come home with me?"
He didn't even hesitate. "Yes!" he whispered..
"Okay" I responded. "Follow me out .. my car is right next to the door"
"I have to explain to Charlotte. It'll take me a few minutes.."
"Okay.. I'll be waiting" . With that I left and went out to my car.started the engine..and waited.
About 3 minutes later, he walked out. As he passed my car, I lowered the window and said "Hi". he looked down and said "I'm in the blue truck behind you."
I watched that sweet ass in my rear-view mirror as he walked to the truck in the parking slot behind and to my right. As soon as he started the engine and turned his headlights on, I backed out of my space and turned out to the street. He followed me the 3 or so miles to my house and pulled into the driveway behind me.
As we walked up onto my front deck/porch, I put my key in the door. He just walked up behind me and pressed himself up against me.
"Mmmmmmm" was all I could think or say or respond.
Here was a 54-y/o widower with a 38-y/o single, hot, young man right up against my back, grinding his pelvis. and there was no doubt what he was pushing up against my ass. Damn! That felt good!!! Hot, hard, and definitely in "working condition" !!
I knew what he wanted. there was no doubt in my mind that here was a guy who liked to be on top of things' . and my rosebud' was throbbing in anticipation.
I finally got the key to turn and the door opened...and we were inside!!! There was no question about "a nice chat" or anything like that. it was "head for the bed" time. .so I led the way ..into the hall . turn right.. then turn left. down the back hall into the master suite.. and there we were.. The room is 12x18 -- with a big `California King" bed... He was right behind me . I knew that because I could feel his warmth on my back.and, besides, there are a lot of mirrors - in the headboard, above the night tables, and on the triple-dresser to the side of the bed. Yes. you can really see what's going on (without needing a tasteless ceiling mirror!).
"Damn!!! That's a nice big bed!" he muttered. ..
"Yeah," I responded.. "All the better to fuck you on!! Now let's get on it..and you can fuck my brains out..okay?!? I want you to make my knees wobble!!" I'm not very subtle when I'm that horny.but apparently he isn't either.
"By the time I finish," he said, "you're going to need a damned walker! You are gonna `walk funny' for the next three days!"
I watched as he undressed, and by the time he was down to his grey boxer briefs, there was not doubt as to what kind of meat was being restrained inside that cotton!! Oh, yes!! At 38, those babies can still get rod-hard!!! .and at a- more-than-respectable seven-plus inches, his cock was having a major fight with the restraint of the woven fabric. You could see the wide flare of his cockhead being held tight against his side just above his left thigh. Each time it throbbed, it wet the covering material a little more. By now, there was a quarter-sized sweet spot right down by the tip.
Quickly I started to drop my jeans and pull my polo shirt over my head, until I was wearing only my own black boxer briefs and a t-shirt, and my cock, at "only" six-and-half inches, was having its own battle with the double-front. I reached out and pulled him against me. The only thing I was aware of was the feeling of his rigid member against me. I rubbed my groin into his and felt him jerk and throb into me. I planted my mouth to his and tightened my arms around him. He melted against me. His arms went around my back and his hands slid down until they were gripping my ass and pulling me even tighter to him.
Our lips were pressed so tight against each other's that I had the sudden thought that we could be bruising each other and would end up tomorrow looking like we had just had one of those ridiculous silicone injections. Then his tongue found its way to my lips. My lips and teeth opened to allow his entry. His tongue tasted like all the most wonderful ambrosia!! It made its way into my oral cavern and caressed the top of my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and all over my palate!! My hands slid down his back, gripped his hard bubble cheeks and pulled him yet closer into my hungry manhood.
"Mmmmmmmmmm" was, of course, the only sound either of us could make. I did it first, and he responded by pushing his hips forward and grinding himself into me even harder.
My mind just left me. I became an unthinking, unreasoning, hard, hot, driven, sex machine.I could only half-think .. and the only half-thought I had was that I wanted to have him!!! Every way !!!
I dropped to my knees and put my face into his basket. I could smell his sex! Hot and ready!!!... the musk of his crotch was all there was in my mind. Here was a MAN!! A man who was ready for me to both enjoy and to give incredible enjoyment!!
"Damn! I'm glad I was there tonight!" he muttered. ".and that you were!"
That was enough! I reached up and grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. As soon as it was freed, his rebar-hard cock swung out and up and thwapped against his navel! It left a splatter of his nectar in the treasure trail that beckoned to what was below. I leaned forward and tasted it. Then leaned back down to look again.
OMG!!!! Was it it beautiful !!! and there were a pair of the most succulent balls hanging down below it!! The cock itself had to be 7-8 inches of pure manhood. The balls were like two soft golf balls in a suede bag. It was truly a "matched set" !!!
My left hand reached up to grab and squeeze those magnificent balls. My right gripped that staff and pulled it into position so that I could first use the tip of my tongue to recover the remainder of the sweet juice that had been left on his abs and then my lips could envelope the pulsing blood-red head.
"Awwwww, fuck!" he shouted.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" I repeated. This time, however, it was enveloping his throbbing cockhead, and his swollen erection jerked and swelled in my mouth in reaction to the vibrating stimulus. Without hesitation I slid forward onto that silken rod until I felt the rough wool of his pubic bush against my nose. I groaned and felt him stiffen even more as I smelled his masculine scent.
Then I pushed him back against the bed and felt him fall back as I moved forward in between his knees and thighs. I pulled off his cock long enough to put my face into those delicious looking balls and smell his sex-driven odors. Oh... there is nothing like that to make me go crazy!!! I sucked one ball and then the other into my mouth and bathed them. I could feel them begin to pull up against the base of his shaft as the intensity of his ardor (or mine?) rose toward a climax.
Sensing the situation, I moved my attentions back to that wonderful love tool above those sweet globes, and for the next few minutes I made love to that wonderful cock like any love-struck suitor to the object of his devotion. The hard, rubbery feel of the swollen, engorged glans against my tongue. The silken, soft feel of the outer skin on the shaft in contrast to the rigid, steel-hard feel of what was inside. I'm always amazed at that diverse feeling, yet, uniformity of the excited male.
That's when he said, "Oh.. Fuck!!! That's good!!! But you've already got me to the edge, and I've just gotta have your ass!!! PLEASE!!!! I want to fuck you!!! I don't want to shoot now and loose it. I want you to give me that sweet ass and feel me inside you!!! I know that's what you want..as much as I do!!"
Not being one to say "no" to an offer like that. I pulled off him long enough to say, "Oh, yeah!!! Oh, yeah!! .. I bet that baby can really fuck a hot, tight ass!! .and that's what I have in mind for you!!!" I reached over to the night table and opened my "kit", handing him the condom and lube. "Oh, yeah, guy.. Now do me good! There are some poppers in there too if you want them."
As I said that, I crawled up onto the bed beside him and "assumed the position" .. which in this case means.. I moved over to the edge of the bed and got on my knees so that my rosebud was right there ready and able - and more than just willing!!!! He stood up and I could hear him behind me as he tore the pack and put the condom on. Then I could hear the sound of his the slathering the lube onto himself and jerking his cock to get it ready.
That's when I felt his left hand plant its way onto my left ass cheek, as his right hand began to smooth some of that lube into the crack and over my entryway, and I knew that he was about to enter me. Using that same right hand to guide that wonderful fuck tool, he pushed it into my crack and moved it up and down to find the spot. He must have had radar in his cockhead, because it took only a second for him to find the tiny, tight pucker. But as soon as he was there, he sensed and knew it. Luckily, I'm loose enough (though still quite tight) that I don't always need the finger-preps - depending, of course, on how big the `intruder' is. Since he was only a nice medium width, he was going to get in without any real problem. Then I felt him pressing against me.
Not viciously or with any intent to hurt, he suddenly thrust forward. Oh. how wonderful. his cock had breached the little defense and was now inside me. No pain. No terror. Just a feeling of fullness that can only be understood by someone who has had that feeling as a hot, hard, throbbing, love tool slides into his chute. I could feel that he was where I wanted him. Slowly now, he pressed forward and deeper into my insides. His right hand was now on my right cheek, and he was both pushing his cock forward, and pulling my ass back to him. I felt the shiver that ran through his body. He was THERE in his own mind.. and he was THERE in mine as well !!!
Now, slowly again, like a lover - not just a fucker - he began to pull back and I could feel the pull of his flared head against my insides. That man was good!! He was apparently enjoying the feel of my warm tunnel, but he was also making sure that I felt as good as he.
Time-after-time he plowed into my backside, and retreated, as I moaned and squealed. I was in heaven! He was more than just "good"!!! It must have been 20 minutes that he worked his way inside me before he started to really jack- hammer his piston-like cock into my hot, juicy port. By then, I was already nothing more than a mindless jellyfish.
He pounded. I moaned. He jammed. I keened. He slammed. I asked for more. It was mutual. We were a team that only wanted to cross the goal.
Then his hands that were simply holding me in place, as he jack-hammered my hole, turned into claws that were digging into my flesh. He leaned forward over my back and began to lick the back of my neck. I could feel the perspiration dripping off his overheated body. His breathing became loud and labored. I knew he was approaching the precipice!
"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh" was the first guttural sound I heard behind me.
Then, "Nnnnnnnggghhhhhhhh. I'm gonna cum!! OOOOhhhhhh, baby, it's there!! It's there!! Ohhhhhhh, sweet baby!!! Ooooooooooohhhhh !!! OOooooooohhhhh!! Yeah, baby, I'm gonna shoot my hot load into your sweet ass!!!! .. Here it cums!!! It's cummin' !! It's gonna shoot !!! OOOOOOOoooooohhhhhhh ! Mommmmmma!! It's gonna go!!! OOOOOOOOOooooooooooh, fuck!!! Here it cums!!!"
All I could do was shove my ass back against that ready-to- cook cock!!! It was soooo great!!!! I was in heaven!!! And I knew that in another second, he was going to give me what I wanted soooooo badly. he was going to unload shot after shot of hot, white, pearly, cum into me!! Oh. you have no idea how much I wanted to feel him buck and shove into me as he emptied his balls inside my hungry, sucking guts. Even though I knew he was wearing a sleeve, I could imagine the feeling if things were not what they are today, and he could spurt it out, white-washing the insides of my mancunt.
"Here... now. it's gonna go!!!" he gulped into my ear.
"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh. Shittttttttttttttttttt. Ooooooooooohhhhh. Nnnnngggghh! Ooooooohhhhhhhh... Aaaaawwwwwwwwhhhhhhh!!!!" as I felt him swell and throb inside me. And I knew that he was about to unload probably the best shot he had ever delivered in his life !!!!!!
And he did !!! I felt his already rock-hard cock swell even more, then throb and jerk inside the dark recesses of my manpussy. One, two, three.. There must have been eight or nine jets of hot man lava unloaded inside me. By now he was pushed up against me, moving only slightly as his juices were being sent through the swollen tube of his manhood into the reservoir tip of the condom. I looked over into the mirror on the headboard and saw his head arched back, his eyes tightly closed, his nose flared, and the muscles in his arms and body all contracted into stone-like rigidity.
Somewhere near the end there, I had unconsciously grabbed hold of my own painfully hard and throbbing cock and was jerking it like a madman. As I saw his face in the mirror, my organ throbbed once more and began to shoot rope-after- rope of pearly white jizm on the bedclothes under me. I don't remember the last time I had as intense an orgasm as this!!!
"Oh, man. oh, man.. That was awesome!!!" he finally muttered as he held tightly to me and kept himself imbedded in my still-twitching, but well-mounted hole. "Damn!! I haven't felt anything like that in I don't know how long! I always heard that a good piece of another man's ass beat the hell out of pussy, but I didn't believe it. Now I sure as hell do! Babe, you are one hot fuck!!"
"Yes," I thought to myself, ". that was damned good !!!"
He just stayed there, going soft inside me, dripping more sweat onto me. I didn't want him to move. I love that feeling of the man still inside me as he recovers and holds on tightly. Apparently, he liked that feeling as well from his side, because he stayed that way for several more minutes. But, unfortunately, a totally drained cock can't help but eventually get expelled. .and that's what happened.
Then, slowly, he straightened up -- physically and, I suppose, in his mind -- because he then backed away, stopped talking, and got a sort of crazed look on is face (I was still watching him in the mirror). I could just see the `straight guy' suddenly come back to the surface. He was now not coming to terms with what he had just done and said.
He reached down and removed the condom, dropping it onto to top of my `kit' on the night table. Then without a sound, he turned around and picked up his clothes, pulled them on, and still without another word damned near ran for the front door. Well.. I guess things like that happen.
As he backed out of my driveway and headed for the highway, I thought to myself, "Well.. I'll find another one.. or maybe - if I'm lucky - I'll even find him again!"
Hope you liked the story .. If you did, feel free to write me at cnjshore9@aol.com .. if you didn't.. I'll take your "constructive criticism" .. or if you just want to say `hello' I'm here most of time.