The Wild and Adventurous Side

I noticed him the moment he entered the darkness of the caverns in the bookstore on Houston's West Alabama Street in the Montrose Gay neighborhood which I would frequent from time to time. He, a cute, short, redhead who walked with confidence towards the depths of the hidden rooms with intentions of hooking a stud. I, a tall, handsome, semi-muscular dude on the prow for his hook with intentions of being his stud. He entered a room. I joined him and secured the door. His arms reached out and unbuttoned my flannel shirt, then, he rubbed my well-defined chest with passion and what seemed to be loving kindness. He would occasionally gently tug at my hairs of my chest and beard while gleaming into my eyes gifting me with a playful grin. Without a word, he knelt to his knees and with slow, deliberate expertise unbuckeled my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans.

Yeah, wild and adventurous is the only way to describe my life. Not just in my sexual endeavors, but most other ways as well.

My virginity extended until I was a freshman in college. I was quite eager to break through that seemingly unpenetrable cocoon which hindered me from having a stimulating sexual encounter.

There was playful fondling with other young boys during my youth. These acts started when I was about eight years old with other kids of my own age. Luckily, I was never forced to be with a man — would that have scarred my psyche for life? 

My levitation towards only certain looking and acting men sounds vain, but not to me. It's just my natural desires at work — there's no way to ignore such powers.

My guiding spirit has brought me adventurous sex starting in that first year of college. That city only had one gay bar within hundreds of miles. So, we had quite the mixture of Gays all in one bar named, David's Warehouse. The bar attracted university students, Airmen from the nearby Air Force Base, cowboys, ranch hands, and the closet Gays creating a smorgasbord of fresh meat from which I could choose – and choose I did. I'm a decerning man, so, when I sieve through my choices for a mate, he must meet a certain set of loose criterias, "Looks": light hair, fair skin, short stature, a modest cock and balls; "Attitudes and Mannerisms": unostentatious, unpretentious, confident, well and soft spoken, knowledgeable, humorous; "Sexuality": affectionate, sexually unambiguous, passionate, great kisser, and a totally submissive partner who loves to be fucked. Now, am I vain, or just particular?

With well over fifty tricks noted by notches on my studded belt within nearly four months, I was the quintessential one-night stand seeker, player, and was constantly looking for sex — which in late December of 1974, I consistently found true bliss.

"Hey", he whispered. I looked down and saw his beautiful green eyes begging for attention. He already had my fly unbuttoned and seemingly waiting for approval from me to touch my exposed cock and balls. A simple nod of my head was my go ahead for him to touch me.

His gentle caressing of my large and warm ensemble made my cock tingle and arc. We looked at one another as if we were going through the intense motions repeated a hundred times before until I reached down, placed my cock into his voracious wet and warm mouth, then cupped my hand on the back of his head, with one forcefully swift movement, rammmed my now rock hard cock down his throat. He took it all the way in until my bush covered his handsome face.

"That's my man", is all I moaned while he was murmuring something that I couldn't care less about. This bitch is going to take all nine inches and consider himself the luckiest queer in the bookstore.

After relaxing my grip on his head, he sprung backwards and took in two deep breaths. Then I instantly started non-stop fucking his pussy mouth until that internal glow within my prostate and balls slowly grew stronger. His hands were already grabbing my ass helping me fuck his eager face. The internal glow grew to become a tingling warmth which made my entire body quiver. There was an uncontrollable instinct to violently thrust my cock down his throat until a brilliancy of pulsating contractions of spasmodic shots of my warm cum started filling his mouth and throat. His murmurs changed to pleasuring moans of pure ecstasy. Yeah, this man was a cum hog. After the deed, I withdrew and he thanked me; I returned with the same.