After a phenomenal simultaneous orgasm, John and I were lying together in bed in a state of complete relaxation. He was a strong, young, great lover. I had wanted to ask him about something, but I had never found a tactful way to bring it up.

He stretched with pleasure, the back of his right arm rubbing my chest, and sighed, "Man, I wish sex was always this great!"

Well... er... John..." I started hesitantly, "how did you get into sex with men? I mean, you're married."

He laughed and said he love to tell me about it. I reminded him that I write gay erotica, so anything he'd say can be taken down and spread around. He grinned and said, "Write what you want, but here's what happened." And, with that, he told me the following detailed reminiscence, so once again I am not the narrator. This time John is:

The itinerary for a lengthy business trip I was required to take arrived three weeks early. I read that at some point in the long trip a four-day stay at a hotel near San Francisco was included. The four days were a Thursday and Friday, and then the following Monday and Tuesday. I realized the weekend would be left free for me to do whatever I wanted to do. I could choose to stay at the hotel or I could leave late that Friday afternoon and return late on Sunday. Oddly enough, that choice caused some excitement in me, even arousal.

During the period from receiving the itinerary until I actually arrived in San Francisco, my thoughts kept coming back to that free weekend. Should I spend time in San Francisco and what would it be like if I did, I wondered. With such a great number of gay men living there, would I be approached for sex by one of them? What would I do if I were? How would I handle it? Did I want it to happen? I couldn't help it; thoughts like these kept gnawing at me, causing me to become aroused and intensely reminding me of three encounters with men I had had before I got married.

Those memories made me realize that I was looking forward to that weekend. At 26, I was really at the peak of my strength, both physically and sexually. I worked out at the gym, played football, softball and tennis, and, more importantly, had two or three orgasms a day every day - if not with my wife, then by solo masturbation when she was unavailable or I was traveling. From time to time, memories of those three gay experiences played a role in my jack off, but got pushed back down afterwards. Until, that is, I began wondering about possible adventures in San Francisco as I followed my travel itinerary, and imagining, as I jacked off, all sorts of sexual scenarios - none of them involving women! I figured I somehow wanted to recall or re-experience the passion of those first three male-to-male orgasms. I felt an intense, overpowering curiosity. Would I try it again, and would I like it? That's what kept me jacking off as I approached that weekend.

I arrived in San Francisco in the early evening of Friday night. It was already more than two weeks since I had left home, and five weeks of thinking about it. I checked into a clean, old hotel on Powell Street, showered, changed from business clothes to jeans and a light sweater, double checked my image in a mirror, and, satisfied, went out - expectantly.

As I strolled casually along, the amazing sight of what seemed like hundreds of men, my age, younger, and older suddenly overwhelmed me. They were walking around alone as if cruising; holding hands as if in committed relationships; or in small groups of three or four, laughing and talking, as if having a good time. Several men nodded and smiled at me as if knowing me as they passed. Others openly cruised me, staring at my crotch, looking me up and down, smiling, looking at my crotch again, and sort of grabbing their own crotch in some sort of signaling routine, it seemed to me. I felt flustered and alone, trying to convince myself that this was a mistake.

I passed an Italian restaurant that was wafting out some delicious cooking odors. I turned back and walked in. I told the Maitre d' who met me that the smells had lured me in. He smiled and asked if I would like a drink at the bar before being seated. I nodded and he ushered me through a door into a room with a large bar and a number of small tables. Although there were many patrons, all were male. I got up onto one of the last free barstools.

Immediately, a bright-eyed, handsome, smiling bartender came over and said, "Hi, Good-looking! Whacha havin'?"

I guess I blushed.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "You new in town?" He seemed concerned.

I nodded, now knowing what to say, feeling shy and foolish.

"Well, don't worry," he whispered, leaning in, a sexy leer on his face, "if you're still here at 2, when I get off, I'll personally take you home and show you a great time, man!"

I couldn't help myself. I laughed out loud.

He laughed with me, like we'd become good friends, and asked, "So what'll it be, Handsome?"

All of a sudden I relaxed. I realized I was in the just right place. Just where I wanted to be. I had been putting altogether way too much unnecessary pressure on myself.

"What do you recommend I drink?" I asked with a smile. I could have asked for a drink or a beer, but I wanted to string out this contact with him.

"How about some of me?!" he responded in a husky voice, still leaning in intimately.

"Oh, God!" I sputtered, feeling a deep blush return, yet simultaneously realizing that I had never, until that very moment, ever considered sucking cock and drinking cum! But there he was, making a pseudo-offer, probably comically, for ME to give HIM a blowjob.

"Whew, man! You've gotta loosen up," he said with a gentle expression on his handsome face. "No one's gonna bite cha!" He smiled. "How about a good Scotch?"

I nodded, with a sigh of relief. Dealing with openly gay men was going to be more complex than I had ever imagined, I realized.

"Where're ya from?" a voice on my left asked quietly.

I turned to find a surprisingly handsome young man smiling at me - an athlete, not unlike my former college roommate, with a strong body wonderfully filling out his form-fitted clothes.

"Uh, Chicago," I replied, trying to force a nonchalant smile.

"I saw you admit you're from out of town, but you don't sound like you're from Chicago. I'd say, further east?" He looked questioningly at me.

You're right," I answered with a smile. "I'm living in Chicago now, but I grew up in Boston."

"I knew it!" he exclaimed. "I used to live in Chelsea. I'm Shawn."

"I'm John," I said, and we shook hands warmly, falling into an excited conversation about places we knew, schools we went to, sports we played, and people we might have known in common. Then, he asked me, rather pointedly I thought, what I was doing in San Francisco.

"I have this weekend free and thought I'd spend time here. See the sights. Get to know some people," I told him honestly. My glass was almost empty and I realized that quite a bit of time had passed. "And eat!" I said emphatically, with a laugh.

"So you want to eat some people?" he asked with a big grin.

"No, No!" I said laughing. "I didn't mean it that way."

"Well, John," he said huskily, "I'd like to eat you!"

I sucked in my breath, surprised.

He laughed at my reaction and insisted, "Com'on, let's get some dinner. The food here is marvelous!"

He was right, the food was great and we enjoyed it at a leisurely pace. As we sipped on our wine after eating, he suddenly asked, quietly, "So, what ARE you doing in Frisco? What are you looking for?"

I couldn't help it, I blushed yet again, as I admitted, "Looking for some excitement, I guess."

"You're married, aren't you?" he asked.

"Well... Yes..." I stammered, "but..." I couldn't go on.

"But..." he said softly, pausing, "'re looking for some excitement." He smiled knowingly.

I blushed again, feeling like an awkward teenager.

"Have you ever made it with a guy?" he asked in a tone that seemed to invite, not berate.

I nodded, embarrassed, yet surprising myself with my openness.

"How?" his whispered, as if trying not to break the mood.

"In a shower, in high school," I admitted.

"What happened?"

"Well... uh..." I stammered, "...he got hard and asked me to jacked off with him. I said, 'Okay.'"

"Great! Did ya like it?"

"He wanted me to shoot right onto him, as he shot onto me. Then he wiped up my, uh, cum from his chest and lapped it off of his hand. I was surprised," I admitted with candor.

"Man," he sighed enthusiastically, "that sounds sexy!"

I nodded in agreement.

"Was that the only time you did it with him?" he wanted to know.

I nodded, again.

"But there were other times with other guys, right?" He was deeply interested.

"Well, just two other times," I divulged, holding my breath, expecting him to be shocked.

"Man! That's great! Tell me about them, I'm fascinated," he enthused.

"Why?" I had to ask.

"Well, from my point of view, you're straight, yet you've had the opportunity, and the courage, the BALLS, to try making it with guys, too. That's exciting, and I'd like to know what happened. By now you realize that I'm gay, right?" He paused.

I nodded, as I said, "I was thinking that maybe you were, but I wasn't sure. I'm never sure."

"I understand completely, but, come on, tell me what happened." He eyes gleamed with interest.

"I was at a bus station."

It was his turn to nod with understanding.

"There was a well-drawn picture of a muscular guy jacking off, with come flying, and since I jacked off all the time..."

"Me, too," Shawn admitted, interrupting quietly.

"...and I was horny, and the picture seemed to tempt me, I figured no one would care if I jacked off in the booth. When I got hard, I heard a guy say, 'Wow!' and I saw him looking at me through a hole in the wall."

"Yeah! A glory Hole!" Shawn sighed, enviously, it seemed to me.

"Yes. He pleaded with me to let him watch me. He said, 'It must make you feel wonderful to touch it like that. To play with it! To work it! To pump it! To beat it! To jack it off! To bring it to climax! To shoot a big, healthy load of hot...' his voice trailed off."

"Gee!" Shawn sighed. "You remember what he said."

I nodded and continued. "Then he asked me to stand so he could 'check out my equipment' as he put it, so I did and he said it was so sexy watching me that he'd like to jack off with me. Jack off together. Actually, that sort of relaxed me. You know, two horny guys getting off separately. What was wrong with that? But as I started to jack off, he said it would be even better than jacking off if I'd put my, uh, my cock through the hole. He ran his finger along the bottom of the hole, telling me I would love it, but if I didn't, to just pull back, no hard feelings. So I said 'Okay,' and did it."

"You got a blow-job! Wow!" Shawn sighed excitedly. "I'm getting a rod on just listening to you."

"Sorry," I said softly.

"No! No! I love it, don't stop!" he insisted. "Was he any good?" he wanted to know.

"Uh... he was right, I'll admit. It was better than jacking off."

Shawn grinned ear to ear, as he nodded in agreement. "Did you go back another time?"


"Does your wife ever..." He waited expectantly.

"Naw, she doesn't believe in doing that," I admitted with a tone of regret, I'm sure.

"So what was the third time?" he insisted.

"You paid attention," I said with a grin, getting a big smile in return. "As long as I've gone this far..."

"Please," he seemed to beg.

"...the third time was with my college roommate. He was a strong athlete, like myself, and late one night complained about such a painful back ache that he asked me to massage the small of his back. I knew all about back ache myself, so I went over to his bed, lifted the sheet, and saw that he was lying on his stomach, naked. When I mentioned it, he said I should take off my boxers, too, and straddle his thighs, like the assistant coaches sometimes did. I'd never seen that, but I didn't want to seem like a prude, so I did as he asked. After a few rubs, with my dick rubbing against his ass, he remembered that he had some oil a coach had given to him. I opened it and put a little on my hands and found that it warmed and smelled good as I massaged it in. He agreed and admitted that the coach had also told him it was great for jacking off. Then he had me put some oil on the palm he had stretched back. After I did, he shifted his hips, pressing his ass against my growing hardon, and was obviously applying the oil to his cock with the intent of jacking off while I was massaging his back. It reminded me of the shower jack off, and of the booth where I had thought I'd jack off with another horny guy, and as he pressed against me I threw a full erection, thinking he must want me to jack off, too."

"Holy Cow!" Shawn sighed, sounding turned on.

"As I applied the oil, he kept asking me to spread it further up his back. Then he told me to rub some on my cock, because it would make it nice and stiff. Finally he begged me to slip my cock into his ass, saying that the assistant coach did it but only had three or four inches, but that my cock was so big that it would massage his prostate effectively and raise the pleasure of his orgasm to its highest level. He said that in doing so, I myself would have an orgasm that would be better that jacking off, and he also told me that I'd love it."

"Just like the guy in the booth!" Shawn interjected.

I nodded, saying, " So I said 'Okay,' and did it."

"D'ya like it?"

I nodded again.

"Did you do it again with him?"

"No, I got engaged a few days later and it was never mentioned again. In fact you're the first person I've ever mentioned this to."

"Does you wife ever let you..." he hesitated, but I knew he meant to add, "fuck her in the ass."

"Naw, she doesn't believe in doing that, either," I admitted with the same tone of regret I used about blowjobs, I'm sure.

He smiled with understanding.

"So, now that I've been open about my experiences with guys," I said, "why don't you let me know something about yours." I was as curious as he had been.

"Well, I'm not sure, but I'll bet ya I was in the very same toilet booth you were in, with the picture of the guy jacking off, but also lots of other drawings of cocks and cocksucking."

I nodded in surprise, and asked, "But what was YOUR first time?"

"Ah! It was at summer camp! A bunch of us guys got together and had a circle jerk!"

"A circle jerk?" I asked with raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, five of us 18-year-olds and three assistant counselors got naked at a secluded swimming hole, formed a circle and jacked off together. It was awesome."

It was my turn to say, "Wow!"

"Yeah, we did it a lot together that summer - cum flying in every direction."

"Man, that sounds exciting," I admitted enthusiastically.

"It was, but a few days after the third circle jerk, one of the guys asked me to walk with him into the woods. When we were alone, he said he wanted to jack off, alone, with me and he slid down my shorts, and his. I got hard in a hurry, so did he. But he didn't want me to jack off. He wanted to suck my cock. He didn't say so; he just leaned down and sucked in half my cock. It felt spectacular!"

"Geez!" I sighed.

"Just like you, I found that it was better than jacking off. I quickly blew my wad and when I'd caught my breath, he grabbed the back of my head and lowered me towards his dick."

"What did you do," I asked, holding my breath.

"Well, he liked sucking my cock, and I loved having him suck it, so I thought it would be a nice thing for him to have me suck his cock, and I did!"

"Man, did you like it?" I had to know.

"No," he said simply.

"Oh, you didn't."

"No, I didn't like it. I loved it! I loved it especially when he started spurting his fresh, creamy, hot jism into my mouth, forcing me to swallow his wonderful load!"

"Wow!" I sighed.

"Wow, indeed," he agreed. "Talking about our sexual adventures sure has gotten me hot. How about you?"

"It's like I haven't been this hot since I was a teenager. I'm leaking in my jeans," I told him honestly

"What do you say to coming up to my place, and we could, you know, jack off together, if you'd like to. I don't know about you, but I'm so eager to bust a nut, and our stories got me so hot and horny, I'm apt to cream my jeans."

"We can't have that. Let's go to your place, but you do realize that it's been a long time since..."

"Let's not worry about anything. I like you. I feel that you like me. We've got a lot in common and I'm sure we'll both feel better once we've been able to relieve ourselves of this horny pressure. Whadda ya say? Okay?"

Once again, I found myself saying, "Okay!"

As we were leaving, that handsome bartender happened to be coming out of the bar, caught my eye, and called over to me, "Damn, I was hoping you'd wait for me!" I smiled at him, feeling excited by his candid interest in me.

By the time we climbed the hill to Shawn's apartment, I wasn't shaking with nervousness, I was vibrating with lust. He had put his arm around my waist, and our bodies bumped together as we moved. Feeling somewhat apprehensive, I put my arm around his waist, but for the first time I felt that apprehension melt with the bold glances of passers-by, and marveled at their warm smiles, as if they knew for sure that we were on our way to make out together. It was an invigorating experience.

Like Shawn, himself, his apartment was handsome and masculine - no frilly, feminine touches here. I felt comfortable immediately, but, even so, a bit wary. I realized that the three encounters I had had were all unexpected. But here I was standing in the middle of his living room knowing that we had come here for a sexual encounter. I wasn't sure how to proceed. I shouldn't have worried; Shawn knew just what to do!

He stripped of our clothes, embraced me, and then kissed me on the lips. The unexpected kiss caused my cock to get rock hard. His did, too!

He broke the kiss, grabbed my cock strongly and sighed, "Man, I want this," while leaning down and sucking in my cockhead. It was wonderful! I humped my hips at him and my cock slid into his throat. It was spectacular! I felt that I would reach climax quickly, but he came up, looked me in the eye, and said softly, "Wanna try it?"

I felt surprised, looked down at his huge cock, saw my hand reach for it, and realized that I did want to suck his cock! That I was going to suck it. And that I was going to try to make it feel as good for him as it had felt for me. What I didn't expect was the electric thrill I got as the glowing cockhead entered my mouth. I sucked, felt it expand, and realized I was about to come.

I straightened up quickly, a startled look in my eye, and Shawn recognized the look and in a flash had my cock back in his mouth an instant before I shot off! He sucked hard and was rewarded with ten big spurts of my overwhelming orgasm.

"Umm, umm, umm," he kept humming between swallows as he drank down my heavy gushing load. The he popped up, looked ME in the eye, and said urgently, 'Oh! John..."

Instantly I knew what I had to do. I went down on the great cock and immediately received my first load of hot, fresh, cum! I loved it! I swallowed and swallowed, energized by the overwhelming pleasure of a cock shooting off into my mouth! It was tremendously better that my fantasies about what it might be like!

Shawn pulled me up and we kissed again. The taste of my sperm in his mouth mixed with his sperm in my mouth was amazingly erotic.

The kiss broke and Shawn laughed, saying, "Wow! Two minutes into my apartment and we each came! That's some kind of record!"

We rested on his large bed and told each other how much we liked the double orgasm, and before long we both had big erections again. Shawn reached for something, opened a small packet and took out a condom and slid it down my cock without comment. I figured he did it because he wanted to be fucked in the ass. That idea so aroused me that I felt the condom might burst. Shawn straddled my belly, grabbed my cock and slid it slowly into himself with a sigh. I sighed, too. He rose and fell on my big pole, then leaned down on my chest, rolled us over and asked me to "really fuck" him. We both went wild! It was so much more exciting and intensive than the fuck with my roommate! He rolled us over again, and pumped his cock as he rode mine, until he blasted off, sending spurts of cum onto my face, neck and chest. Simultaneously, I filled the condom so completely that when he saw it, he gasped.

We spend Saturday and Sunday eating and fucking, with very little sleep.

"You're all smiles. What are you thinking about?" Shawn asked softly, as if trying not to break the mood, as we lain naked entwined together on the large bed.

"I feel differently, now," I answered.

"In what way?" he probed, quietly.

"After each of those three sex acts I told you about, I always felt distress. Like I had done something wrong, even though I'd enjoyed myself and I'd had memorable, gut-wrenching orgasms. I consciously pushed each one out of my mind, and tried to keep them from coming back. It was immature, I know now, and I'll admit that they often sneaked back in when I jacked off, but mostly I kept pushing them down."

"Yeah, I know how that is," he sighed.

"But now," I continued, "I feel at ease. I'm happy. I'm proud of our exquisite lovemaking and I'm delighted with you and your fine body. And, yes, I'll admit it, I LOVE your great cock! These matching eight orgasms - each one an overwhelming ejaculation of magnificent magnitude - have made this weekend the most spectacular in my life. I'm so glad I met you!"

"I agree!" he enthused, adding, "I'm as glad I met YOU! This has been a memorable weekend for me, too. I've never before had eight orgasms in less than two days. But something about what you're saying sounds like a goodbye." His voice trailed off.

"I told you I have to be back at the hotel by 11 o'clock tonight," I whispered with a sigh.

"Can't you show up early tomorrow morning?" he asked in a pleading tone.

"No," I said with a laugh, "you know I can't."

"Then, I'll come with you. We can sneak up to your room and fuck around, and in the morning I'll sneak back out. Wadda ya say?" He had an eager look on his face.

"God! You're a sexy devil," I sighed, mussing his hair playfully. "Tell you what. Let's go for number nine before I have to leave. Okay?" My cock had been enlarging during this intimate conversation. I longed to keep making love to him.

"You're insatiable!" he squealed with delight.

"How should we do it?" I asked, now that I had built a sexual repertory.

"We never did do a '69'," he sighed, his voice registering intrigue.

"Okay!" I sighed enthusiastically shifting my body to accommodate the movements of his body as he acrobatically swung around. His giant cock was pointed down at my nose as I felt his mouth engulf in my cockhead.

As I felt his flared cockhead enter my mouth, giving a different feel in this position, I realized I had become an eager cocksucker. Sucking his cock as he sucked mine was an enormous thrill. I used all of my developing talents to raise him to the best orgasm of the weekend, and just as his hot man-juice spurted forcefully into my mouth, I pumped a terrific load into his. Number 9! For both of us!

After we showered together and got dressed, I said to him honestly, "I don't think I'm ever going to feel the same again, as I felt when I arrived here. This weekend has changed my life. "

"Stay here," he pleaded softly. "Stay here with me."

"You know I can't. We could meet sometimes, but you know, in reality, long-distance relationships don't work out. You're such a sexual being you need lots of constant lovemaking, and I don't want you getting frustrated waiting to meet up with me sometime in the future. No, I'd better go back home - even though I have this overwhelming desire to stay."

We kissed. He walked me to the cab stand and, reluctantly, we parted.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Telling his story caused me to abbreviate John's full recollections of his first three sexual encounters with men, in order to limit the length of the dinner conversation in the restaurant. His actual descriptions are lengthy, but here they are, in his words, in the full detail I took notes of as John related them to me:

The first encounter happened in the showers in high school. As an ever horny 18-year-old I was accustomed to jacking off several times every day, but this one day I had been very pressed for time and went into the showers without having jacked off yet that morning. The gym class ended at lunchtime, so everyone had cleared out quickly and I found myself alone in the big shower room with only one other athlete. He was a casual friend of mine with an easy manner and a quick laugh, along with a good build and a friendly attitude. I liked him.

"Here," he called out, "take this shower." And he motioned me over to the showerhead next to his. It seemed normal and friendly and I thought nothing about it as I went over and started the shower, spinning around in the spray to get wet.

"You're looking great," he said in husky tones, leaning in towards me.

"Huh?" I sputtered, wiping water from my forehead and eyes. When I looked at him, I felt flushed as I realized that his smile, even his whole countenance, seemed to reflect a very sexual quality. It took my breath away. I couldn't help but glance at his crotch. His obviously distended cock confirmed my impression.

"Don't worry," he said with a pleasant laugh, relieving my concern somewhat, "I mean you are handsome, you are sexy, and you have a great build. I envy you."

"Well... uh... I mean..." I stammered, "...uh... you, too." I was unable to think of anything else to say. And, frankly, the sight of his enlarging cock, which was slowly hardening, made me feel lightheaded and very horny. I felt responding waves of sensual energy course through my abdomen, and I knew without looking that my cock was starting to thicken.

"Thanks," he said with obvious pleasure, adding, "and it looks like we're in the same boat."

"Huh?" was my dumb response.

"We're both horny, man," he explained with a big grin, as he stared down at my crotch.

I followed his stare, looking down at myself, and saw that my cock was not only filling out rapidly, but was just a few heartbeats from starting to climb upwards. I knew he was right. We were both horny.

"We gotta do something' about this!" he sighed urgently, and I watched as his hand encircled his rising cock and began to stroke it lovingly.

With a sigh to the inevitable, knowing I had met my match in the jack off department, I grabbed my cock and began a matching beat.

"Yeah, man," he sighed, "beat that meat!"

Unconsciously, I had turned towards him as he faced me. We watched each other as we beat our meat. I found it fascinating.

"Ooh, what a nice dick you've got, man," he whispered.

I smiled at the flattery.

He waggled his cock and asked, "D'ya like mine, too?"

I nodded.

"I wish you'd suck it for me!" he sighed, longingly.

I made a short gasp, completely surprised by the idea of sucking a cock. I'd only heard of it, mostly as a putdown, but, now, the idea of cocksucking - of having MY cock sucked - caused swirls of pre-orgasmic intensity to race through my being.

"Geez," I gasped, "I'm gonna come!"

"I'm right with you, man..." he said huskily, and then added, to my surprise and delight, "...shoot right at me!" As if to demonstrate, he humped his hips forward, aimed his cock right at me, and continued to pump the cock firmly. He was a very arousing sight.

The idea of his wanting me to pump my load onto him, just as he seemed to be ready to pump his load onto me, seemed to inflame me and, aiming for his chest, I felt the first of my many spurts of cum ejaculate forcefully out of me. It hit him mid-chest with a splat, just as I felt a wad of his cum hit my chest. It was spectacular. We inched closer in our orgasmic bliss and flooded each other with bolt after bolt of hot, syrupy jism. It was actually, well, spectacular! It made me feel great and at the same time relieved some of my guilt about jacking off all the time because here was a guy, like me, who loved jacking off just as much as I did.

Of course, when he took his free hand and wiped up the sperm on his chest and brought it to his mouth and lapped it up, I was amazed.

"Man, you are good!" he sighed.

This had hardly taken any time. As we washed off together, I started to feel awkward. We left the showers separately. Later, I seemed to forget about it.

The second encounter happened several months later when I needed to take a leak. I was downtown near the bus station, so I figured I'd go in there. In the back of my mind, I remembered vaguely recalling being told that some "things" "went on" in there, but I was typically naïve, and of course typically horny. As I entered the Men's Room, a man who seemed to be coming out of one booth, held the door to the next booth open for me. He smiled, motioned with a swing of his arm and an outstretched hand for me to enter the booth, and whispered, "You'll like this one, kid!" So, I went in, the door closing shut behind me.

Although I only needed to pee, I decided to drop my jeans and sit down. As I sat there, noisily splashing urine into the bowl, I looked around and was surprised by all the lewd drawings covering the walls. Mostly they were childish outlines of cocks and balls, but one in particular showed a well drawn, handsome, masculine face with its mouth stuffed by a large, long erection. The drawing of the erection was complete with a very large set of balls. Another well-made drawing showed a muscular man jacking off, with spurting cum flying. I was in great shape and as I loved jacking off when horny, that drawing really turned me on. In fact, as I finished peeing, I felt my erection growing strongly. The thought of jacking off right then and there in the booth, in private, was very tempting. I shifted and allowed the erection to climb out of the bowl and strengthen in the warm atmosphere of the booth.

My cock looked alert and ready to go - I mean really ready! I thought, What the Hell. I'm here. It's an arousing place. I'm sure I won't be the first guy to jack off here. I'm gonna jack off! My cock swelled in lust at the thought. Just as I slipped my hand around the shaft intent on beginning a slow, sensuous pumping of the hardening meat, a voice at the wall made a whispered noise that sounded like a mixture of a long sigh and a "Wow!" I looked at the wall and noticed for the first time that there was a rather large hole between the two booths and a man's eyes were at the hole.

"What a sexy sight! What a magnificent cock!" the man sighed with earnest enthusiasm. "No! No! Don't put it away, man!" he pleaded in a passionate whisper. "I'm begging you! I really wish you'd let me watch you play with that big thing. It's a beauty. The best I've ever seen. It must make you feel wonderful to touch it like that. To play with it! To work it! To pump it! To beat it! To jack it off! To bring it to climax! To shoot a big, healthy load of hot..." his voice trailed off.

An odd sense of pride overcame any reluctance to jack off in front of this guy, and his enthusiastic praise and lewd expressions of jacking-off to orgasm excited me. After all, I knew I had an unusually big cock. I thought it was handsome and I was proud of it, even if I had only once shown it hard during that quick shower jack-off. I relaxed somewhat, leaning back, and allowed him a good view of my now completely hard dick, which reached maximum proportions in only a heartbeat or two.

"Ahh!" the guy sighed excitedly. "Let me get a good look at it, man. Stand up for me and let's get a good look at your equipment - it looks so exciting! I'd really be thrilled! You are so sexy I'd even love to jack off while you jack off. You know, jack off with you! Jack off together!"

Well, he was the second guy to tell me that I was "sexy" and it kind of thrilled me when the stranger said it, even as it reminded me of that almost forgotten shower jack-of with my friend. And when he admitted that he'd like to jack off, too, it somehow made it seem more normal - you know, two horny guys having a good time getting off together but separated by the wooden booth wall. What's the harm? So, I granted him his wish and slowly stood up, letting my jeans slip to the floor.

"Ooh!" he sighed. "What a wonderful sight you are! What a great body and amazing cock! And look at your balls - they're huge! What a thrilling, fucking sight!"

His continued sincere flattery washed over me and I strutted in place, preening for my unseen admirer, even raising my tee-shirt so he could see most of my body. It was stimulating to be admired, naked with my big hardon. The dirty talk he used added to my sexual excitement, too.

"Now, please," he whispered slowly. (I knew what he was going to ask.) "Take that terrific weapon in your hand and pump it some more for me..." he sighed, adding, "...Please, man!"

I was already so turned on that it seemed like a natural thing to do and so I did it. I took hold and picked up my slow, rhythmic masturbation in front of that hole. I even shifted to the side to give him a different view.

"Yes!" he sighed, enthusiastically. "What a man!"

It made me feel great. I continued a slow, but thorough, deft masturbation. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

When a sparkle of clear liquid appeared at the tip of my cock, the guy sighed and then said, "Oh! Man! You are so sexy! You're so hot! You have got to let me help you with that. Believe me, it will feel even better than just jacking off."

"How?" I blurted out without thinking. How could he help me, I wondered.

"Man! Just slip that big cock through this glory hole and I'll take care of it. I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt, I promise. You'll love it!"

"Glory hole?" I repeated dumbly.

"Yeah," he sighed, "this hole," and his finger rubbed back and forth on the bottom of the hole, beckoning me. It seemed a very masculine finger. He seemed very masculine, to me. Then he added comfortingly, "If you want to stop, just pull back; no hard feelings. But I just know you'll love it. Just try it!"

This was all happening so fast, and I had become so completely aroused, that I simply said, "Okay," and helped slide my cock into the hole by pushing down on the solid tube and shifting my hips, humping forward.

I was expecting a hand, but, suddenly, I felt my cockhead enveloped in wet heat! Then strong suction! He had taken me into his mouth! It was a feeling completely different from all the jacking off to orgasm I had done in the past. It felt spectacular! I reacted by thrusting my body against the partition and jamming cock into him. He took it like a man. In a few tugs back and thrusts forward, my balls were against wood and his mouth was at the base of my cock! It was fantastic! I tugged back and pushed forward, again and again, amazed at the intensity of enjoyment the sensitive head of my cock felt and the pleasure felt all along the entire length of my long shaft. I realized that I was reaching the point of orgasm and would not be able to withhold spurting into his mouth - and didn't want to withhold it. Then the thought hit me that he was a cocksucker and he was giving me a blowjob, words until then I had thought were only meant jokingly!

"Wow!" I sighed softly.

"Hmmm!" he hummed onto my cock.

That vibration was the finishing touch and put me over the top! I exploded into orgasm. I came! And came! And came! And came! Like it wasn't going to stop! Every nerve fiber in my body lit up, every muscle tensed, assisting in the jetting out of my hot semen into him. It was memorable! And it was better that jacking off, just as he had promised! But, finally, post-orgasmic sensitivity forced me to tug my cock away from that insistent sucking pressure being so diligently exerted. I sensed reluctance on his part to let me slip my cock back through the hole.

"What a man!" he said rather loudly.

Although I liked the enthusiastic way he said it, at the same time it sort of pissed me off. It wasn't till much later that I understood I reacted with typical, teenage post-orgasmic blues. He saw me pull up my jeans, and whispered, "Wait! Don't forget to wash up!"

But as I left the booth, the next booth door opened and out stepped the man who had guided me into my booth in the first place. His smile showed genuine pleasure as he wiped some liquid from his lip. (My sperm, I figured excitedly.) He guided me to a washbasin and sort of shielded me from viewers as I washed my cock and balls, all the while oohing and ahhing softly as I did so. Then, as I buttoned my up my jeans, he patted me on the back and whispered, "Thanks, man! I came, too, just as you were shooting your wonderful, hot load!" We had both gotten off. Together! I liked that. He seemed like a nice, caring guy. By the time I left, the blues had passed, but the memory got rather quickly suppressed.

The third encounter, of course, which happened in college, was something different.

My roommate and I were both athletes. We had strenuous work out routines and played hard. Late one night, though, he had been complaining of pain in his lower back and finally asked it I would try to massage it to lessen the pain. I understood that kind of pain so I agreed, got out of bed wearing only my boxer shorts, and went over to his bed. He was lying on his stomach covered by a sheet. I asked what I should do, and he told me to take off the sheet, straddle his thighs, massage his lower body and work up the spine. Well, I had had enough massages myself from the school's athletic staff, so I figured I'd know what to do.

When I pulled down the sheet, I saw that he was naked. Nudity didn't bother me by then, having seen so many athletes naked in showers and locker rooms. But I blurted out, "Oh, you're... uh... nude!" I wanted to say "naked," but instantly decided "nude" would sound less scornful and more tolerant.

"Yeah, it's much more relaxed like this," he said huskily, and then surprised me by whispering, "and you should take off your shorts, too, man." There was just a hint of sexuality in the request. "We'll both be more comfortable. I'm sure you've seen some of the coaches doing it this way, you know, in the nude, haven't you?"

I had not, but I said, "Sure," and slipped out of my shorts, not wanting to seem prudish, but concerned that I might find this encounter sexually exciting and, therefore, embarrass myself.

"That feels good," he moaned, as I straddled his thighs.

My dick had noticeably slid against his ass momentarily as I positioned myself.

I imagined he had meant my getting into position felt good, not my dick. So I tried to ignore the randy ideas flashing through my mind, like remembering guys making jokes about corn holing and ass-fucking. I bent to the task of carefully massaging his lower back just above the meaty globes of his muscular buttocks and worked upward towards his mid-back and then back down again. His strong body felt good.

"Oh! Hey, I forgot," he whispered softly. "I've got some oil. It makes your job easier and feels better. It's right there next to the bed."

That sounded like a good idea, since oils used on me when I got a massage felt real good, so I reached for a bottle placed nearby.

"Um," I hummed applying some of the oil to his back as he moaned with pleasure. I rubbed it in, and said, "This oil seems warm to the touch. If feels good and smells good."

"Yeah, it's a special oil one of the coaches gave me. Actually, he told me it's great for jacking off. Don't be embarrassed, man. Try putting a little on your cock and you'll see what he meant. It doesn't take much but it really gives an extra level of sensuality." He sensed my hesitation and added, reaching back towards me awkwardly with his right hand, "And, here, give me some. Just a squirt, and I'll rub it on my cock, too." He sounded very casual about it.

His casual use of the words "jacking off" and "cock" seemed to excite me, and it made me aware that he jacks off and that he simply assumed I do, too. Then, it hit me! He was going to jack off, right now, while I massaged his back. And I was sure he was suggesting that I jack off, now, too! With him! That thought really excited me! And wouldn't you know it, the memory of that blowjob two years earlier came flooding back. The word "cocksucker" also came to mind and caused an immediate reaction in my groin. My balls lifted as my sac tightened. My cock expanded uncontrollably. I did what I could to avoid touching him with it.

But, as he shifted his hips upwards to slide his hand under to apply the oil to his cock, his ass mashed up hard against my abdomen and there could be no doubt he felt my developing erection just as I felt it pressing against his firm, muscular butt. As if to better apply the oil, he rotated his ass against my growing rod and me.

"Umm," he whispered in an erotic manner, "you gotta try this, man. This oil really feels great. Umm," he sighed even more sensuously. Apparently, contact with my cock was having no effect on him, while the oil was helping to turn him on. He was starting to jack off, and, since I jacked off at every opportunity, I saw nothing wrong with that. Once again, I found the idea of jacking off in the presence of a man very stimulating. We'd be jacking off together. The idea was exciting!

As he relaxed his ass, freeing my erection, I squirted some oil onto my hand and carefully massaged it onto my cock. The contact was exquisite! The oil warmed and seemed to stiffen my cock immediately. I was only vaguely aware that as I massaged it onto my cock, by way of an initial masturbatory up and down motion, the back of my hand was also rubbing up and down on his ass.

"Yeah!" he sighed huskily, as his ass seemed to squirm under the rubbing pressure of my hand, giving me the distinct impression that he was enjoying the carnal contact.

The sound of his voice brought me back to reality and I rubbed my hands together to spread the oil on both, and I began to massage the small of his back again.

"Put more oil on my back, please," he whispered softly, sounding turned on. He was very slowly, but rhythmically, pressing his hips into the mattress. I realized that he was pumping his erection with his hand.

I applied more oil and spread it upwards.

As I reached his mid-back, he asked, "Will you do my entire back including my neck, please? It's been hurting, too."

"Sure," I responded, sensing that I sounded turned on myself. But as I spread the oil farther up his back, I was forced to lean in against his ass and press my, by now, almost completely hard cock against him. When my hands reached his neck, my body virtually lay pressed atop his strong, muscular body. We were almost the same size, but kneeling, straddling his thighs, reduced my reach and produced such a very intimate contact it made me lightheaded.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Man!" he sighed. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. This feels spectacular! I love it! Now, do me a favor and rub some of that oil all over my ass. And rub some on your belly, too! You'll love it!"

Once again, that phrase, "You'll love it," reminded me of that blowjob, that intimate contact with another male, and seemed to promise rewards I had never suspected from my very straight acting roommate. Rather excitedly I did as he instructed. First, I rubbed my chest where oil had spread as I reached for his neck and I felt my nipples harden in response to the oil. Then, I spread it into my abdomen, realizing how remarkably erotic it felt, and smelled, too. Then, I squirted more oil onto my hands, rubbed more onto my abs and somewhat drying cock, and then began to sensuously rub it on the globes of his fine ass, no longer worried about what, exactly was happening. The more I rubbed, the more he moaned and pressed his hips upwards, shoving his ass back at me and at my erection. I even pressed my oiled hands into the crack of his ass, across his asshole and down into the juncture of his balls, feeling hardness from the very base of his cock. The contact was amazingly sexual.

"Oh! God!'" he exclaimed sincerely, "you do this so well! This feels so great! It's so much better than the way that fuckin' little assistant coach does it."

"Assistant...?" I asked, surprised.

Before I finished the word, he interrupted, sighing, "Yeah, he slips his short little dick into me when he massages me like this, but his three or four inch cock doesn't even reach my prostate, where all the REAL pleasure is focused."

"Geez!" I sighed in amazement. He had just told me he gets fucked in the ass! I was astounded! And horny as hell, especially on finding myself in such a carnal position!

"Yeah," he repeated, "but still, even his little thing does increase the pleasure of jacking off. You, on the other hand, you, you're a real man's man with a great, strong cock, and, man, I'm begging you to slip it into me. To take that big, hot, hard thing you're pressing against me and shove it up my ass, man. You'll love it! I promise you'll find that it'll feel so much better than jacking off does. It takes a real man like you to do this, but I feel your long, hard cock against my ass, and, man, I'm begging for it. Don't waste it jacking off. Slip it to me!" He somehow revolved his magnificent ass against my cock.

It surprised me how much his pleading to get fucked in the ass reminded me of that cocksucker begging for it through the glory hole. So, just like then, I said, "Okay," agreeing softly, and not really thinking about it since I was already oiled up, hard as a rock, and completely turned on by our intimate contact and by his openly sexual and flattering comments. This handsome, masculine athlete was used to getting fucked, was begging to get fucked, and I simply wasn't in any condition to deny him - and I didn't want to!

"Wow!" he whispered, strongly pushing to spread his legs. "Get your knees in between my legs, now," he instructed. "That's it, now spread my cheeks with your hands and rub the head of your cock against my little hole. Yeah, like that!" He sounded very excited.

As my cockhead touched his "little hole," a magical thing seemed to happen: I shuttered with exquisite pleasure and he lifted his hips to welcome me inside, pressing back towards me. My cockhead felt the thrill of forcing its way into the inside of a man's ass for the first time! It was squeezed tightly as it slipped through the sphincter, but, with pressure from both of us, it popped in and expanded to its absolute maximum dimensions! The moist heat and extreme tightness was astounding! I thought I would reach orgasm instantly.

"Man!" he cried, "don't move! You're splitting me in two!"

I stiffened, not moving a muscle, fearful I was really hurting him. Fearful that my big size was too much for him to handle. That fear diverted my attention and the wave of orgasmic fervor subsided. Then I relaxed.

"Ah! Good," he sighed, "I was afraid you'd lose control there, for a moment, and drop your load."

"You mean this isn't hurting you?" I asked in surprise. On another level I was delighted with his open, raw, carnal talk. It was like talking dirty made it even more erotic and exciting.

"Hurting me? Fuck no! Just the initial penetration caused a twitch," he said soothingly, "but feeling such a great cock in me is wonderful. Now slide some more into me, man. I want it! I want it all!"

With that, he humped his whole body down onto my cock, it seemed to me, and I experienced the thrill of feeling my cockshaft following my cockhead into the heat and tightness of a real man's rectum. That thrill caused me to hump forward, sliding more cock into him. He groaned. I pulled back and then humped forward, realizing that he was working with me to increase the length of movement. I realized that we were "fucking!" That thought made my head whirl.

"I'm fuckin' you," I whispered huskily, half gruffly with sexual intent, half questioningly with concern, but really driving in to the hilt and pulling back to the flares of my cockhead. Really fucking! Primal male to male fucking!

"Man! You are REALLY fucking me! It's beautiful!" he sighed. "But, now, I want you to pull out for a moment."

I was puzzled and annoyed at any interruption, but did as he asked.

"Yeah, that's it. Now, let me roll over, like this, and put my ankles on your shoulders so I can watch your face as you fuck me, and you can see how much I'm enjoying this when I come all over myself," he instructed.

As I slipped back into his hot, tight asshole, I was delighted to see his expressions and to watch him work what was a very large cock, indeed. It excited me to watch a muscular man beating his meat, and that drawing on the booth wall of a muscular man jacking off flashed back into my mind.

It wasn't really too much later, as we fucked hard and strong, that he whispered emphatically, "This is the best fuck I've ever had! Ooh, your cock is massaging my prostate and waves and waves of orgasmic pleasure are surging throughout my entire body. I wish you could feel what this feels like. It's... it's..." he sputtered, "'s the BEST!" His voice seemed to crack. "Pull your cock out and come with me!" he demanded.

At that moment I realized he was reaching orgasm! A shot of semen jetted out of his cockhead and sailed up over his body and went right over his head! As he came, his spasms seemed to massage my entire cock in the most electrifying way. I drew in my breath, lost all control, and shot into his ass.

His second shot landed on his eyelid. But I pulled out and my second shot landed on his lips! His third shot landed on his lips, too, instantly after mine. His tongue slid out, mixed the two wads of cum, and he noisily sucked the hot, mixed semen into his mouth!

I came like an animal, pumping shot after shot of hot cum onto him, as I watched his cum landing on his body, mixing with mine! Coming with him and coming and coming and coming! Losing my breath and almost passing out, it all felt so exquisitely great! Then I fucked my cock back into him as we both continued to come. And, finally, I drove all the way in and collapsed on top of him. Breathlessly!

I felt my heartbeat as I lay atop his strong body, and felt his heartbeat, too - to my amazement. I was in a wonderland of sexual contentment. A long time passed. My cock stayed rigid, massaged by his heat and tightness.

"Umm, what a wonderful feeling! You inside me! You on top of me, your heart beating fast. Our cum all squishy between us. I could stay like this all night long," he sighed, contentedly. Then he kissed my forehead!

My senses seemed to return, and I slowly pulled out. I believe we both felt a loss at the disconnect. I wiped myself off on my damp towel, pulled on my shorts, and went to bed.

Two days later I proposed to my girl. Nothing happened again between my roommate and me although he tried to get me to talk about it a few times. Once again, the memory got suppressed.


Jack Sofelot


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