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A Horny Visit To Gay Dallas, Part 2

by Richard Allen


I woke the next day with a raging hard-on and an overfull bladder. Jumping quickly out of bed, I headed straight to the bathroom and, when my cock’s stiffness subsided somewhat, I took a leisurely long piss thinking about the day ahead. This would be the day that I would meet up with Nathaniel for the first time in the flesh. I was just so hopeful of him loving me as much as he said that he did on the Internet. We had had such a charming relationship but it was all based on words and pictures. Would we click together in real life? I just had nagging doubts that he would not reciprocate my love when we were in contact with each other in the flesh. I truly loved him and I knew that he was the man I most wanted in my life but would it turn out that I was the man for him? I was as nervous as a kitten and I knew that I’d be devastated if he rejected me after I had come such a long way. It was ten-thirty in the morning local time and I was still a little jet-lagged. All I could do was to spoon up to Roger the airline steward with whom I had slept the night before. I stuck my hardening cock between his legs and stroke his stiff, dripping uncut cock. He soon came into my hand and I took his love juice to my lips and I savored his warm acrid cum with my tongue. I just loved the taste of his seed in my mouth. He turned to me and he sucked my neck tenderly My thoughts turned to Nathaniel again. We had never even exchanged a kiss in real life. Here I was in bed with a horny and satisfying loving guy that I had only met by chance on the plane and it was great sex. Why did I feel about Nathaniel so differently? All I could think in answer to that was that I had loved Nathaniel’s personality from the start of our correspondence. He was so fresh and loving about the things we talked about. He was so openly gay and he laughed out loud when I suggested a contrary opinion to his. I found it so easy to forgive him when he disagreed with me on a matter of importance. That’s love, I guess. But did he really love me? I just didn’t really know and I had to find out one way or another whether he did or did not. He told me that I was so gorgeous from my pictures and messages. But I knew that it would need flesh-to-flesh contact of an intimate kind between us before I would found out if he really, really loved me. Roger spread his legs wide apart for me and I easily took his ass without any lube and I just simply shagged in and out of him until we both came with a starburst of spunk. We sucked each other’s cocks dry and then we showered ourselves clean. He French kissed me until it was time for him to do a little shopping before he got ready for his night flight home. I passionately kissed him as he dressed himself and I sucked his cock goodbye. It soon sent a trickle of warm cum in my mouth and I swallowed it hard. Roger zipped up his fly and scribbled a note on the dressing table notepad. One more loving kiss and he said goodbye and left me with a smile on his face. I read the note and found that he would be back in town in two days’ time. I knew that we were going to be fuck buddies for a long time to come. I took a shower and dressed myself in a loose shirt and baggy shorts. Then I went to the coffee shop for a quick lunch. My thoughts returned to Nathaniel and how I could check out his natural reaction to me without him knowing who I really was. Then I remembered that all the pictures I had sent him were of my naked body when I had a beard that I had since shaved off. A pair of dark glasses would be enough to make me anonymous, I thought to myself. Ten minutes after leaving the hotel, the cab dropped me off at the strip of shops in North Dallas that Nathaniel had told me so much about. The sunshade awning picked his shop out from the rest. The windows were filled with all types of flowers except for carnations and chrysanthemums that Nathaniel hated so much. I remember him telling me that they reminded him of death and funerals. With a quickening heart, I slowly walked to the shop and looked in through its windows and saw him standing in front of the counter talking to a customer. God he was even more handsome than he looked in his photographs. He wore a simple open-neck, navy top over a pair of tight khaki shorts that ended just above his knees. My eyes were mesmerized by the huge bulge in his shorts. And then he turned his back on me to pick up a spray of flowers and I caught sight of his cute, firm and boyish buttocks that I wanted to squeeze so much. I caught his accent for the first time and I thrilled at his way of speaking. He spoke in a fairly high pitch with an accent that reminded me of a younger version of LBJ way of speaking. Something his customer said to him made him chuckle and it was so infectious that it made me smile too. He gave the customer the flowers that she wanted and went behind the desk and swiped her credit card through the reader. He looked up at me as he waited for the authorization and his eyes lingered over me for a second or two. The hair on the back of my neck rose in apprehension as to what he was thinking of me. The printer whirred and issued the receipt and he got on with the business at hand. The happy customer walked out of the shop and he came out of the doorway towards me. "Can I help you, Sir?" he said to me. He was standing so close to me that his sweet breath hit my face and the smell of his fresh manly sweat mixed with body spray hit my nostrils. I marveled at his unblemished face and his freshly trimmed beard. Then I looked into his searching deep brown eyes and he smiled at me seductively. "I was just admiring your display," I replied softly. "I’m just passing by looking for a coffee shop and I haven’t been able to find one so far." "Hey, it’s time for me to take a break," he said. "The nearest one is quite hard to find. Please let me take you there." Without waiting for my approval, he returned to the shop and put his young black assistant in charge. Within seconds we were walking together side by side. "You’re British aren’t you?" he inquired. "Yes, I’m from London," I told him. "Hey, I have a special friend who lives there. We have fun on the Internet practically everyday. Do you know him?" and he gave me my own name. "London’s quite a big place," I said to him with a smile and he chuckled at his naive remark. We sat outside the coffee shop and he chatted about his London mate non-stop. It was a very strange experience to sit with a guy whom I had never met before talking about me with no idea that it was I sitting in front of him. A waiter came over and I ordered a coffee for myself and an iced tea for Nathaniel since I knew that it was his favorite drink. "You must be psychic or something," he said with surprise. "How the hell could you have known that I liked iced tea of all things?" I put my hand over his and took off my sunglasses and looked deep into his eyes. I saw them widen as his wide mouth gasped in surprise. "Oh, it’s you!" he cried and his hand squeezed my thigh under the table. "Yes," I replied. "I wanted to surprise you." "What a sneaky thing to do," he said with a grin. "You shaved off your beard -- otherwise I would have recognized you at once, Richard." The waiter brought our drinks and we chatted about everything under the sun for an hour or so and we soon became as horny as hell for each other. Nathaniel stood up and placed his arm around my shoulders and he whispered in my ear. "I want you to fuck me, dude, just like we do on the Net," he said softly. My cock rose at the thrill that was to come. We walked back to his shop and he put his assistant in charge for the rest of the day. Then we got into his van and drove through town and stopped off in the vast parking lot of the Dallas Theater Center. He had told me about this place many times before. It was the safest cruising area in the city. He pulled up the hand brake and leant over me and I pulled his head over to mine so that we could shove our tongues in each other’s mouth. My arms and legs seemed to turn to jelly as his beard brushed against my chin. My cock was stiffer than ever it had been before and Nathaniel unzipped my shorts and found it and jerked it off. Oh how I loved that firm hand stroking my meat! He stopped for a little and he pulled off my shirt and sucked at both of my nipples in turn as he continued jacking me off. My balls began to ache a little as they filled up with cum and he got his head down on my cock and sucked furiously at it before it exploded in his mouth. I shuddered with joy as he sucked it on and on and I groaned in ecstasy as my cock twitched and tingled in his hot mouth. And then I heard his throat guzzle as he swallowed my cum to the very last drop. "I love you, Nathaniel," I murmured to him with a sigh. "And I love you, sweet Richard," he replied before he stuck his smooth tongue in my mouth again. My face and chest glistened with sweat and my head swooned with the knowledge that he really loved me as much as I loved him. I just wanted to worship his body in the way that he had taught me on the Web. I asked him to climb into the back of the van that was nicely carpeted so that I could fuck his cute ass. I followed him and got out of my shorts and then I pulled his shirt up over his head and sucked his huge dark nipples as he lay on his back moaning and groaning. I knew that he wouldn’t be wearing any underwear and a tug at his shorts was all that was required to expose his cock and balls to me for the first time in the flesh. I sucked at his cock until it became a semi-stiff nine-incher. Then I shoved three fingers up his rosebud and I finger fucked him until his cock became rock hard. He had always told me that his cock needed anal activity to get really hard ever since that twenty-something guy had fucked him for the first time. Now my own cock was stiff with desire to fuck his love tube and I got him to go down on his hands and knees in front of me so that I could take him doggy style. But first I rimmed his rosebud with my stabbing wet tongue until I heard him moan and groan again. I spat into my hand and wet my cock head and aimed it at his rosebud and pushed it into his tight rectum. "Fuck me hard, Rich," he whispered to me. "I’ve been waiting for this for so, so long." Then I lunged the whole of my hotrod inside his silky love tube until our balls nestled together. We had now become one person joined in love and passion. I felt Nathaniel’s cock that was now as stiff as a flagpole. I had no doubt now that he truly loved me. I fucked in and out of him holding onto his thighs and he rocked his butt back and forth to add to his pleasure. Our balls bashed together after each lunge of my dick and the van began to rock about quite a bit. I knew that we had to be quick before we attracted attention from unwelcome strangers. "Rich, I’m cumming man!" Nathaniel cried out as I fucked him faster. He let out a low moan and I checked his cock out and found that it was coated with his warm cum that had spurted out of him without the aid of a hand or mouth. Then I fucked him furiously until my cock spurted inside him and my head was filled with the sounds of trumpets and organ music. Oh how my cock tingled with joy as my balls lost their ache. I fucked him for a little while longer until the tingle died away. Then I pulled my cock out of his love tube and saw my cum dribble out of his asshole. I got my head down and licked it with my tongue. I’ll never ever forget the taste of my cream mingled with the pungent juices of his horny ass hole. I rolled him over on his back and he took me in his manly arms. His eyes looked dreamily into mine as he squeezed me tight. “I never had sex quite like this,” he said. “I feel that I’ve been to heaven and back.” His hand found my rosebud and he finger fucked me gently as he kissed me again with his tongue down my throat. It was such a soothing experience that I felt that I could fall asleep for a hundred years. But, quite suddenly, we heard footsteps coming towards us. In two or three seconds we got our shorts back on and hopped into the seats of the van just in time before a parking lot attendant reached us. Nathaniel let out a whoop as he revved up and shot out of the lot en route to his Fair Lawn apartment. I laughed at his boyish mood and I loved the feel of the warm air on my chest as the man of my dreams sped through the city singing to me in a baritone voice. He sounded so professional and I remembered that he had been trained for the choir of his Methodist church. He drew up to his apartment building and, after pulling up the handbrake, he took my naked torso in his arms again and he kissed me all over my face. “Be careful,” I said quietly to him. “Someone will see us.” “Who cares?” he replied. “Everyone around here is either gay or bi. Welcome to Gay Dallas lover boy!” I let my hair down and I kissed him back passionately both on his lips and his gorgeous eyelids and he moaned and groaned again with love for me. Then he unzipped my shorts and he found my naked boner and he got his head down on it and worshipped it with his tongue. My eyes glazed over at the thrill that he was giving me. Just before I came, an older guy passed us walking his dog, “Hi, Nathaniel,” he called out. “I see that you’re having a special treat this afternoon.” But Nathaniel couldn’t answer. His mouth was completely full of my cupful of love juice. The old boy stopped and looked at my open-mouthed face frozen in ecstasy. “Some guys get all the luck,” he muttered as he went on his way. I just knew that I couldn’t disagree with him as sweet Nathaniel swallowed my cum down his throat in one long gulp... Did you like this part of my story? Let me know at excaliber1021439@aol.com


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65 Gay Erotic Stories from Richard Allen

A Busy Week, Part 1

A Busy Week, Part 1 I took early retirement from teaching at fifty when my dear old Dad passed away and left me the family business to run. It’s the local florist shop and I soon found out that my loyal staff could run it with little help for me. I had a lot of time on my hands. My Dad knew that I was gay, but he was very supportive: his only disappointment was that he would never have

A Busy Week, Part 2

I just love Wednesday morning: it’s when my house cleaner Dave comes over to refresh my place and take care of my laundry. I hear him let himself in at about nine and he gets busy downstairs. I stretch my limbs in bed and stroke my hard cock and feel the beneficial effects of my Tuesday night massage. Then I think about Dave working downstairs. I had gone through quite a few

A Busy Week, Part 3

I just love waking up on Thursday morning in the manly arms of gorgeous Mark. I yearn for his first deep loving kiss and, when it happens, I shudder as our early morning stubble rasps against our chins. His cock is stiff for me and I know that it’s ready to worship my body with love and desire. There is no need for words between us: I know that he wants to fuck me desperately and

A Busy Week, Part 4

Every Friday morning I drive out of town to see my Uncle Harry. The old boy is nearly eighty now and he lives in a plush care home in the country. Despite his years, he’s quite spry and a treasure to talk to. I love to hear his stories of him and my Dad when they were young and all the mischief that they got up to. Uncle Harry has always been heavily into women. Hell, he’s been

A Busy Week, Part 5

Max and I don’t wake up until midday on Saturday, as we didn’t get to sleep much before dawn. My cock is stiff for him and I kiss his smooth neck until he begins to stir. He flutters his long eyelashes as he comes-to and he looks at me dreamily as my hand finds his rock hard cock. I pull back his foreskin and start stroking his cock as he fucks in and out of my mouth with his

A Busy Week, Part 6 Conclusion

Young bar boy Kevin always wakes me up after a few hours of sleep. He climbs over me and he makes his way to the bathroom. He has a piss and a shit and I always hear him fart. And then I hear him use the French bidet that I had installed so that my guests can clean up their ass holes. Twenty-year-old Tom is asleep and breathing heavily as eighteen-year-old Kevin gets in bed

A Fuck In The Park

Sunday afternoon in Houston can be real hot if your ass hole is aching for a horny hard cock... Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don’t get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby’s bar. I’m a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to

A Horny Hitchhiker

I was standing on the motorway slip road waiting for a free lift anywhere in the direction of Scotland. It was not my luckiest day. I had been waiting hopefully for nearly an hour and nobody had stopped. Then, quite suddenly, the sky clouded over and I was drenched with a burst of torrential rain. It was dreadful and my body was soon soaked to the skin and I felt very, very

A Horny Pickup

This story is based on a real experience that an appreciative reader shared with me. I had just turned twenty-two when my mother rang me from Florida with the news that she was getting married again. Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three-year-old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time

A Horny Teenager In The Block, Part 1

After five years in my apartment, I decided that my lounge furniture was out of date: much of it had been left behind by my former flatmate after he had walked out on me owing me a lot of money. He simply stopped coming up with the rent after he let me fuck him for the first time. I suppose it was really my fault: I got to like fucking him regularly and he knew how much my cock

A Horny Teenager In The Block, Part 2

I was resting in bed with handsome young Bobby in my arms and reflecting on the awesome sex that we had had just minutes ago. How lucky I was to have this barely legal boy to fuck and suck. My hand caressed his smooth butt as he sucked my left nipple until it was hard. Then he reached up and kissed me lovingly with his smooth tongue deep inside my mouth. I felt his stiff cock

A Horny Visit To Gay Dallas, Part 1

My passion for writing gay erotic stories has brought me into cyber-contact with hundreds of horny sweet guys. All of them have been so appreciative of my writing; their encouragement for me to write more keeps my fingers very busy. Quite a few of my readers have become good friends of mine and I rely on their advice when I’m unsure about making an important decision. I can share my

A Horny Visit To Gay Dallas, Part 2

I woke the next day with a raging hard-on and an overfull bladder. Jumping quickly out of bed, I headed straight to the bathroom and, when my cock’s stiffness subsided somewhat, I took a leisurely long piss thinking about the day ahead. This would be the day that I would meet up with Nathaniel for the first time in the flesh. I was just so hopeful of him loving me as much as he

A Hot Weekend, Part 1

The weathermen were right for once, I thought looking out from my hotel at the blue sky and sea. They had predicted a heat wave for the whole of the holiday weekend and I had taken their advice and motored from London to the Welsh coast for a short seaside break. I had had no particular destination in mind but I chose to avoid the crowds. The small village had looked perfect to me

A Hot Weekend, Part 2

After my sexy morning session with young Gareth, I went back to the hotel, took a cool shower and changed into fresh shorts and a top. It was time to eat, I thought to myself. I decided to take a tour of the area to find a nice pub. A few miles from the village, I caught site of a tiny inn at the side of a small river. It had a sign advertising bar food. I slowed down my car,

A Hot Weekend, Part 3

That evening was balmy and all I needed to wear was a pair of baggy shorts and a T-shirt. I ate ravenously at the hotel and drove back to the pub at about nine. It was Saturday night and the place was packed. Gareth and Sion were running the bar. Most of the crowd was in their early twenties, a good ten years younger than I was. But they were very friendly and I had a good time

A New Gardener Brings Me Joy, Part 1

It was a beautiful spring morning. I took my coffee out on to the patio and sat down at a table in my dressing gown and gazed at my garden. It was very, very private being screened on all sides by mature trees and shrubs. I had turned fifty and had been lucky enough to be able to retire and live off the rents that my property investments brought in. I was still in good shape and

A New Gardener Brings Me Joy, Part 2

I watched quite a bit of TV that evening in order to take my mind off Tim. I was not very successful. My thoughts wandered again and again to my new lover and I was perpetually horny after our afternoon encounter. I hadn’t felt as excited as this for ages. Eventually, I dressed myself in a smart casual top and dark slacks and drove down to the King’s Head. Tim was doing his stuff

A New Gardener Brings Me Joy, Part 3

I was up very early the next morning. I had already worked at my word processor for an hour before I decided to take Tim a cup of tea. His face looked boyish in his slumber and I thought twice about waking him. The noise of the cup and saucer being placed on the bedside cabinet was enough to make him stir. “Morning, old son,” I whispered to him. “I’ve brought you some tea.”

A Present From France, Part 1

How many thirty-five year old English guys were lucky enough to wake that morning with an arm around a beautiful, naked nineteen-year-old French boy? Well at least one and that was me. I clutched his buttocks and pulled his body to mine so that our stiff cocks were pressed side by side between us. Thierry stirred and rewarded me with a loving wet kiss. “I want to fuck you,” he said

A Present From France, Part 2

I was glad to hear the radio announcer say that it was four o’clock that afternoon. It was, at last, time to pick Thierry up. I changed into shorts after spraying my private parts and armpits with my most expensive cologne. Did he miss me as much, I wondered. Only time would tell. He was waiting for me as I brought my BMW to a halt. He got in and immediately started stroking my

A Singapore Sling, Part 1

The Background: Singapore’s a small island in South East Asia about three times the size of Washington DC. It has a population of four million people. Most of them are of Chinese descent with minorities of Malays and Indians. Quite a few are of mixed race like me. The country is highly developed and has a standard of living like countries in the West. It’s a great place to live:

A Summer Heat Wave, Part 1

My libido increases as the temperature soars... The weathermen were right for once, I thought as I looked from my hotel room at the blue sky and sea. They had predicted a heat wave for the whole of the holiday weekend. Taking them at their word, I had driven to the coast for sun, sand and, hopefully, some hot man-to-man sex. I didn’t have a particular place in mind but I wanted

A Summer Heat Wave, Part 2

After my sexy morning session with young Dick, I went back to the hotel, took a cool shower and changed into fresh shorts and a top. It was time for a late lunch, I thought to myself. I decided to take a tour of the area to find a nice place to eat. A few miles from the main resort, I caught site of a tiny inn at the side of a small river. It had a sign advertising bar food. I

A Summer Heat Wave, Part 3

That evening was balmy and all I needed to wear was a pair of baggy shorts and a T-shirt. I ate ravenously at the hotel and drove back to the inn at about nine. It was Saturday night and the place was packed. Dick and Jon were running the bar. Most of the crowd was in their early-to-late teens, a good ten years younger than I was. But they were very friendly and I had a good time

A Sunny Day In Scotland

My thanks to a Scottish reader who inspired this story... Wow! It was a sunny day and that wasn’t normal in Scotland. We get the Atlantic Westerly winds most of the time; and that means rain and more rain. I got into my dad’s car and cruised around the town in the hope that I could meet a friend and go to the beach for the day. I was just over twenty and I was as horny as hell.

An End To Denial, Part 1

I was lucky to save enough from my first year's salary to take a holiday in Bangkok after my girl friend and I had finally split up. There had been something wrong with our relationship for some time but I couldn't put my finger on what was the root of the trouble between us. We just drifted apart. I was left with the feeling that I just wasn't a marrying kind of guy. Bangkok

An End To Denial, Part 2

My two new friends, Paul and Dave, took me that evening to their favourite gay disco in Bangkok. The club was a huge cavern of a place and teemed with men of all races and ages. We were lucky to get a table on one of the higher levels that overlooked the central dance floor. I ordered some beer and Paul and Dave walked hand in hand together down the stairs and began to dance

An End To Denial, Part 3

I woke up very early and I saw the huge red fireball of the rising tropical sun through the window of my room. My cock was stiff and I stroked it and looked at my new sweet Thai lover who was still asleep beside me. I rubbed his unblemished skin with my hand starting with his chest. Then my hand found his crotch. Young William's dick was as hard as mine. I stroked it lovingly.

An End To Denial, Part 4

After breakfast, we lounged around the pool for an hour or so. We chatted about the previous evening and I began to realize that they both had the hots for me. I was beginning to want to know them better. I stood up and slipped off my shorts to reveal a black see-through pair of boxers. I was playing up to them. Then I dove into the pool. When I came out, I could see Paul and Dave

Ben Takes My Cherry

This story was inspired by a reader who likes my work... You’d probably think that a forty-seven year old married man like me with two teenage kids would not be a reader of gay erotic stories on the Internet. But how wrong you’d be. I surf at each opportunity when my wife and kids are out of the way. I just love to feel my seven-inch cock getting hard when I read about all those

Black Bobby And His Lad, Part 1

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Black Bobby And His Lad, Part 2

The next morning, I woke up at the sound of Bobby slamming the door of his pick-up truck. He was off for the patio materials, I thought as I opened my eyes. I saw Terry smile at me and I smiled back and put my arm around him. Terry snuggled up and kissed me. “Thanks for last night,” Terry said. “You were brilliant. I loved every minute of you.” “Me, too,” I said. “No one has

Brother-In-Law

This story was inspired by a reader’s first time with a man... I was raised in a small town close to Savannah, Georgia. It was a good place to grow up in: you know, a friendly courteous community where everyone had time to care for each other and hardly anything bad happened. My dad had died suddenly when I was three years old and, luckily, my mom was able to look after me and

Chance Encounters In London Town

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Energy Supply, Part 1

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Falling In Love With My Teacher

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Finding My Way, Part 1

This story is based on what a sweet young reader shared with me over the Net. I grew up in New Jersey in a comfortable family. My sis and me had every advantage: our folks were professionals and they had the earning power to send us to the best schools. I suppose that we were “preppies” from day one. We were born with silver spoons in our mouths but I knew that I had a secret

Finding My Way, Part 2

The last semester of the year was a real grind. If I didn’t pass the end-of-year exams at my pre-med school in Ithaca in upstate New York I’d have to repeat the year and that wouldn’t please my Mom and Dad. I wasn’t going to have much time to pick up horny guys that term, I thought to myself. My ass was going to ache for cock for weeks on end. Gradually I got on top of all my

Football Crazy

It was Sunday morning and I was up much earlier than usual. I had rashly promised the coach of my local pub’s football team to substitute for an injured player. I put the kettle on and I got into my tracksuit and packed my kit. Then I sat down and drank a few cups of instant coffee as I thought about the game with apprehension. I hadn’t played for a year or so and I didn’t want

Fucking In Public Places, Part 1

My partner Dave and I went downtown last weekend to visit our favorite stripper bar. It’s the hottest place in town. You have to be a member to get in. That’s how the management gets away with the raunchiest performances that go all the way. We’ve gotten to know Mario, who works out the routines and the music for his horny stripper guys. He’s nearly seventy now but he is young at

Horny College Boys, Part 1

It was a beautiful warm and sunny June day and I was looking through my window at the fine view. I had been lucky in getting a room of my own in the university hall of residence that overlooked the sea. My desk was covered with open textbooks from which I had been taking notes. June was an examination month and I was studying the current module hard. I had worked solidly all

Horny College Boys, Part 2

I wanted to know more about my horny new freshman friend as we lay in each other’s arms. “When did you find out that you liked blokes?” I asked him. “When I was eleven,” he replied. “My cock got stiff when I was in the swimming pool changing room looking at an older boy’s huge dick.” “Did anything happen between you?” I asked him. “No,” he replied. “It was quite some time before I

Horny College Boys, Part 3

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Horny Young Harry, Part 1

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Horny Young Harry, Part 2

After making passionate love to my young next-door neighbour Harry all day, we had met four eighteen-year-olds in the pub celebrating the birthday of the youngest of them. Birthday Boy and I had jerked each other off in the loo and I had suggested that they all come back to my place. We left the pub in a state of excitement wondering what was going to happen between us... My lounge

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This story was inspired by a horny reader... My best friend Derek pestered me to book a holiday with him last winter. He was a real womanizer and he just wanted to go to some place in the sun where he could get to fuck a different girl every night. The place he fancied most was Negril, Jamaica. It had a resort complex called Hedonist II and the brochure gave the impression that

Hunky The Hustler, Part 1

I was only nine when I had woken up in bed and saw my uncle jerking his huge cock off next to me. I’ve been jacking off ever since. I come from a poor family in the East End of London where kids had to share a bed with another member of the family. Years later, after I had turned eighteen, my uncle found my gay magazines in our bedroom. He soon took my virginity when he came

Hunky The Hustler, Part 2

I didn’t wake up the next day until the middle of the afternoon. What a night, I thought to myself as I remembered my last fuck. My cock was as stiff as a poker and I wanked myself off as my mind pictured the gorgeous guy whom I had shagged the night before. It was not often that I had fucked such a handsome twenty-two-year-old four times in one night. I massaged my huge balls with

Hunky The Hustler, Part 3

I was on the hustle again after a few nights off the game. I had stayed with a friend on the South Coast during the short June heat wave that passes for an English summer and had had a wail of a time. My friend’s flat had a private rooftop sun bathing area that we had made full use of. We had sucked and fucked each other until we were sore and I had a wad of Polaroids to remind us

I Just Needed A Break, Part 1

What a hell of a mess, I thought on the outbound holiday flight. It hadn’t been really my fault, after all. Why couldn’t Chris have behaved more reasonably? Surely, he could have forgiven just one indiscretion in a relationship, which had lasted over five years. What on earth had got into him to walk away like that? What had been achieved? I took off for a break in Tenerife, a

I Just Needed A Break, Part 2

The weather in Tenerife was great that morning and I decided to get some sun. I was pleased to find that the roof of my hotel provided a nude sun bathing area. When I got there I found that there were separate areas for men and women. I soon stripped off and rubbed myself all over with sun barrier. Then I lay down on my back for a full hour soaking up the sun. Eventually, my

Karl On The Prowl

Last night, I was being shagged to madness by my horny black pick-up. My mate had an enormous stiff cock that lunged in and out of me as I bit the pillow. I felt my mate’s balls clang into mine at each inward stroke and I groaned with joy. My own cock was burning in his hand. I was close to cumming but I wasn’t quite there yet. We had met at a gay bar in the West End. I had been

Lucky With Guys

I sat at my desk in my bedroom trying desperately to work up the enthusiasm needed for me to complete my assignment. I had just turned nineteen and had started to study at the local university. The next three years were going to be a hard slog, I thought to myself. After half an hour, I decided to take a shower to liven myself up. When I returned naked to my bedroom, I opened my

My First Time With A Guy

I knew that I was gay from the first time that I saw my uncle naked. I was about ten at the time and I was staying the weekend with my mother’s younger brother. I burst into his room unannounced to see if he was there and ready to take me to the local football game. He was standing naked with his back to me combing his long blond hair in front of a full-length mirror. “Sorry,

On With The Show

The phone rang and I picked it up. It was my friend Paul. “I can’t make it tonight,” Paul said apologetically. “I’ve come down with a bad migraine.” “Don’t worry mate,” I replied, “I’ll go on my own. Get your head down and you’ll be okay tomorrow.” I tried to call a few friends whom I knew would be interested in going with me but they were not at home. I then dressed up in my

Reaching For The Stars, Part 1

I slowed down at the security gate of the North Country Royal Air Force base and got out of my car. I handed the security officer my letter of invitation. It gave me clearance to enter the base in the name of the Wing Commander. The gate was raised for me and I parked outside the main building where I was met by a senior officer. My mission was to low-fly in a Tornado fighter over

Reaching For The Stars, Part 2

Robert was the first to wake up and he realized that he only had half an hour before he was on duty at the base. He woke me up and asked me to take him there. We dressed quickly. David stirred as we were leaving. “You can have a lie-in if you want, Dave. I’ll be back in half an hour,” I said. “Thanks, mate,” he replied, “I’m not on duty until this afternoon.” I dropped Robert

Reaching For The Stars, Part 3

I had dropped Robert off at the RAF base at nine thirty and thanked him for all he had done for me during my visit. I promised him copies of the photographs that I had had taken during our low flying experience of the previous two days and a copy of my magazine article after publication. “Please look me up anytime you find yourself in my area,” I told him as we shook each other’s

The Black Centrefold

I had spent the previous night shagging a boyfriend to death in his London flat and I was waiting for a train to take me home out of town. It had been a night to remember and I still felt horny for my mate’s tight ass and huge dick. I had a half-hour to wait and took the opportunity to take a piss. By chance, I found myself pissing next to a tall black guy. The hairs on the back of

The Horny Hardhat, Part 1

After working at home all morning, I made myself a quick lunch and then drove a few miles to a building site. A mate of mine in Australia had asked me to give him a progress report on the construction of a new house that he was buying before he returned home. I parked my car and soon found plot twelve. Things looked as if they were progressing well. The brickwork and roof were

The Horny Hardhat, Part 2

I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing a meal for Robert and myself. He was coming over at six for an evening of loving sex. From time to time, my cock stiffened as my memories of the afternoon flashed through my head. The doorbell rang at six sharp and I let him in. I saw that he had really dressed up for the occasion. He looked impeccable in a yellow open-necked shirt with

The Horny Hardhat, Part 3

Later that night we went to Robert’s chosen venue in a taxi. The only clue he had given me as to the type of place he was taking me was his insistence that we both wear shorts without underwear. Then the taxi driver made a comment that excited me. He warned us that if we didn’t want to find ourselves taking part in an orgy, we should leave before midnight. Robert smiled at me and

The Horny Hardhat, Part1

After working at home all morning, I made myself a quick lunch and then drove a few miles to a building site. A mate of mine in Australia had asked me to give him a progress report on the construction of a new house that he was buying before he returned home. I parked my car and soon found plot twelve. Things looked as if they were progressing well. The brickwork and roof were

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