Over the years I've visited many adult bookstores so I could enjoy the glory holes. Some were great, some were really horrid, but all satisfied my need for cock. For the most part, I would just give a blowjob or two and then leave, but on rare occasions I would get my cock sucked.
Pete feeds Zack's masochistic urges. "The black leather-master stared at himself in the mirror - naked, spread-eagled, at the mercy of the menacing Ranger." Brandon meets Brian, a lonely young man living a reclusive life in the desert. He brings Brian to L.A. to meet his idol Grady, the New Tarzan. The boy ends up naked on Grady's bed, gazing up his muscle-god hero as Tarzan rips off his loincloth.
Zack and Pete take their boys on a bike run to the desert, where rookie Brandon get 'initiated' into the 'gang' by his master Pete. Leatherboys Darius and Brandon put on a wild sexual show in the desert leather bar. And macho muscle-stud Zack admits his secret desire to be dominated by Pete. "In the end the shirtless leather-master was on his knees, a bound, broken alpha-male sobbing in abject humiliation.
What you need to know:
1) This is the second (and final) installment in the "Cabin in the Woods" saga.
2) Things get muy caliente in this one!
3) My sincerest apologies for anything anti-climactic...
4) Point 1 may have confused you, this is not the end, just the end of chapter 2
He welcomed me and told me to strip down, so I did. He was laying back on the bed stroking his fabulous cock. I climbed on to the bed and started to suck him when I heard someone come in behind me. It was a short, well dressed white guy who was a bit older. He was hot I thought. I kept sucking and he wasted no time stripping down. What a way to start the morning I thought as I looked at the white guys 8" cock and slurped on the black guys ...
Because I'd never touched another man's cock I consider myself straight and the blowjob was just something I received. As long as I was receiving the blowjob and not giving or touching the other man I was still straight.
Here I was 36 years old, in the prime of life and not getting any at home. I finally caved to my curiosities and like others I would steal glances in the locker room, shower, bathroom ... wherever and when ever I had a chance.
My secret is my first bi experience. I'm a late twenties bi-sexual male in a relationship with a female at the current time. I have remained faithful to her through the course of our relationship and would never cheat on her.
The man behind the counter when I got back was a solid built black guy, maybe late 30s, dark skin and with a really nice smile. The name sewed on his shirt over his left pocket was 'Jamal.