Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (10 page)

It was probably during my last year of high school that I discovered my capacity to climax without the help of my genitals. I remember exploring my body, playing with my ass and rubbing my nipples at the same time until I managed to cum. Perhaps in masturbating and tweaking my nipples in tandem throughout the years, I have now permanently trained the circuitry of my body to associate pleasure and orgasm with something other than the standard dick ’n’ balls routine. Over time, I learned to cross my arms over my chest—think Bela Lugosi undead slumber—and divert all my attention to the two small peaks of flesh on my chest.

This alternate form of orgasm isn’t necessarily always easy to achieve. Often, I must rely on some of my favorite fantasies to bring me over the edge; the one where my friend’s father invites me over for the weekend and forbids me from wearing any clothes so that he may penetrate me at any moment. The one where my friend’s father fucks me in front of a few of his friends—he pulls out frequently to show off my gaping hole to his buddies, who aren’t permitted to participate except for giving my balls an encouraging squeeze while I’m receiving a merciless pounding, or the one where I’m on an examination table with my feet up in stirrups so that the doctor and his orderly can
spit-roast me with ease. The one where a group of fully clothed men manhandle and grope my naked body before taking turns fucking me—aside from hard dicks protruding from open zippers, they never disrobe. The one where an anonymous silver fox grips my nuts as he enters me, explaining that as long as he’s holding on to them, I belong to him. The one where some burly brute plunges deep inside my ass and vows that I’m not going anywhere until he’s finished with me.

Though I’ve always known this hidden talent is somewhat noteworthy, I usually reserve the act for solitary explorations. Only recently have I realized what a party trick this can be when someone else is in the room and he wants to join in on the fun. The all-encompassing pleasure that takes hold of me via nipple stimulation is even more pronounced when someone with adept fingers goes to work on my chest. My moans become more guttural, and the intensity of my arousal is almost debilitating—it’s as though all its defenses are down and my body falls under the control of my lover’s palms.

One of the biggest fans of my orgasmic nips was a straight man I met online. Feeling bored and horny one night, I posted an ad on Craigslist seeking a jerk-off buddy. Amidst the typical slew of time-wasting Craigslist responses, I received a message from a straight guy who wanted to try rubbing one out with another dude, nothing more. He looked cute in his picture and didn’t live too far away, so I left his address with my boyfriend, as per the open relationship/safety agreement that we share, and hopped on my bike in search of masturbatory adventures.

The guy greeted me at his door and let me into a one-room bachelor pad. I don’t remember exactly what sorts of banal pleasantries we exchanged, but while engaging in small talk, I sensed a familiar awkwardness, the ephemeral discomfort mixed with desire that permeates any hook-up where a straight
guy is hungry to see dick, touch dick or have another guy play with his. We proceeded to take a seat on his bed, both of us glancing at the porn playing on his computer. Without much ceremony, we unbuckled, dropped our pants and took off our shirts. We had similar bodies—shorter than average, slim builds, clean shaven. His pecs had a bit more definition. I was markedly more hairy, though his bush was super dense and enticing. He complimented me on the size of my dick. I thanked him, secretly wondering if he hadn’t seen enough penises in his life—mine really is pretty average; I’ve handled enough cock to know.

I’m not sure how we moved on to nipple play. Perhaps I tried to toy with his. I’ve since learned that though this move is almost always fruitless—I’ve only met a handful of men whose nipples are even remotely sensitive—it is in fact a great way to inspire reciprocation. He reached over and gently stroked my right nipple, sending instant shudders through my limbs. His eyebrows arched, surprised at how sensitive my body was to his touch. He continued exploring, varying the pressure of his fingertips, flicking, rubbing, pinching, tickling and encircling my nipples. Upon hearing my ecstatic groaning, he uttered an impressed “Wow!” He explained that he was used to pleasuring women through nipple play but he didn’t know that men could reach such levels of arousal through similar manual techniques. He continued with his handiwork, watching with an endearing sense of awe as my cock bobbed up and down, seemingly of its own volition.

We leaned back against his headboard, one of his arms around my shoulders pulling me close to him, his other hand traveling back and forth across my chest. Nestled into his hairy pit—pits thankfully free of harsh colognes—my body became a malleable substance melting into his side. I reached down to tug on his erect cock, trying to concentrate on jerking him off while
succumbing to his dexterous fingers. Sitting slightly above me, he leaned his head in to kiss me, our tongues sharing in the sanctity of saliva. It felt as though there was some cyclical, circular feedback loop of arousal: his hands stimulating my nipples, my hands jerking him off, his lips meeting mine, and repeat. Suddenly, I could feel the familiar encroaching swell. My thighs tightened, my balls tensed and then I gripped his arm, telling him I was about to cum. As lights swirled behind my eyes, I could see his look of amazement as my swollen cock sent an arc of cum across my hairy belly. Lightheaded and bewildered, I managed to sit up and continue pumping away at his dick. Simultaneously jerking his shaft and massaging the sweet spot of his perineum, I watched his knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets as he came. We both crumpled into the bed and into a mutual silence. Emerging from postcoital delirium, we wiped up our bodily fluids and got dressed, our actions clumsy and stunted by the friction of dried sweat. When we said goodbye, he thanked me for showing him something he’d never seen before. I kissed him on the cheek and then left his apartment building to hop back on my bike and ride home.

That hot encounter helped me realize that perhaps there is an audience that would appreciate my hidden talent. When a friend asked me if I’d consider making a sex tape for a new DIY user-generated social media porn site, I proposed to make a video that would put a twist, so to speak, on the genre of solo jerk-off vids that populate sites like Xtube and Tube8. After borrowing a trusty flipcam, I created a rudimentary tripod in my room with the help of a chair and some books. I then set up my shot so that once I lay down on my mattress, the frame would range from the top of my chest down to the middle of my thighs. I wanted a simple, single take, devoid of edits or fanfare. The final product is sparse but its documentation of my nifty
trick is faithful. It opens with a static shot of my bed, just as I lie down and slide off a pair of underwear to reveal my flaccid penis. I then cross my arms over my chest and get to work. In just over eight minutes, I go from soft to straight-up stand-up erection and orgasm. One viewer stated that my video inspired an intense release in him; that he hadn’t been that turned on in years. There’s something really fulfilling in knowing that my unorthodox solo video is inspiring new desire in other folks.

Of course, it doesn’t have to be all nips all the time. I love engaging in a variety of bedroom antics and various forms of fucking. Nonetheless, there’s something really hot about getting naked by myself, lying down on my bed, having my skin warmed by the midday sun coming in through the window, delving into my memory bank of perverse fantasies and surrendering to the undulating pleasure of my hypersensitive nipples.

THE CAMPUS THEATER: ALL MALE REVUE

Drew Cushing

A
t the door, I signal
two
with my fingers, slide two twenties under the slot and we’re buzzed in. The cashier gives me the change for the second twenty in singles. I give half to my boyfriend, Rob.

The first show doesn’t start for a few minutes. We walk ahead through the double doors into the dilapidated movie theater turned porno palace, where the screen anchors the far wall and broken-down seats fill the floor on either side of a center aisle. We take a couple of the less destroyed seats and watch the porn.

The usual suck and fuck fest. Bored, we go downstairs to see if the show is starting. I look behind the curtain into the arena: just some guys hanging out. I turn back to Rob and shake my head no.

Rob shrugs, turns the corner and goes into the maze, hallways of hanging black plywood fitted with glory holes. I follow. Rob gets about halfway through and turns back shaking his
head no. We scope out the rest of the downstairs. Nothing’s happening so we start back up the stairs.

Over the PA system comes an announcement, “Now starting, an arena show featuring Chris.” We turn back down the stairs and slip into the arena. We sit up on the benches to the right, not too far from the door.

There are about a dozen guys in the audience. Blond and decently built, Chris wears a small white towel and black work boots. He smiles, sheds his towel, and drizzles lube on his already hard dick. A closer encounter with Chris’s lean muscled body and big dick is available for a dollar or two stuffed into his socks.

According to the rules, touching the genitals and butt of the performer is not allowed. Chris ignores the rule, encouraging lots of touching, especially of his dick and ass. He starts working along the benches opposite us. Halfway along the way he hooks up with a cute young Asian guy. Chris doesn’t wait for him to start. He unzips the guy and pulls his dick out. Chris then gently guides the guy’s hand onto his dick. Chris plays with the boy’s dick while the boy rubs Chris’s dick. The guy really gets into it, fucking Chris’s hand with his dick. Chris leans in and kisses the boy. The boy kisses Chris back and jerks Chris harder and faster. Chris moans, “Oh, yeah.”

Some guys in the audience unzip and jerk off. I’m sure Chris is about to come when he gestures,
not yet.
The cute Asian guy reluctantly stops playing with Chris’s dick. Chris lets go of the guy’s dick, looks into his eyes and then at his dick. Chris smiles, shakes his head and goes down on him. The guy’s dick is pretty big but Chris manages to deep-throat him. The boy gasps, “Aye.”

Chris slowly bobs up and down the length of the guy’s dick, nibbling at the head, rolling his tongue inside his foreskin and then diving back down all the way. The other guys are glued to the scene, jerking off to Chris’s blow job. One guy lets out a yelp
and shoots a huge load all over himself and the guy next to him, who then comes instantly, saying, “Oh, shit.”

Chris slowly slides up and off the Asian guy and kisses him. Chris shakes his head and mouths, “Thank you.”

As Chris moves away, the Asian guy, his dick standing straight up, follows Chris with his eyes. He looks like he could come with the slightest touch.

Chris goes back to the front, pours a generous dose of lube onto his dick and then crosses to our side.

We’re both pretty turned on. Chris comes up to Rob. Rob slips a couple of dollars into his sock and rubs his chest, moving one hand out to his nipple and the other down to Chris’s cock. Chris leans in, kisses Rob while unzipping his fly. Rob’s very nice hard cut dick pops right out. And I thought Rob was on the shy side. The cute Asian guy across the way still hasn’t zipped up. I can’t take my eyes off of his dick, so nice and so hard. He stares back at me.

Chris and Rob quickly get all over each other. I can’t quite see who is doing what next to me but there are sure some happy sounds. (I am so horny.) I unzip and pull my dick out. I give myself a couple of strokes looking at my friend across the way. I stretch my foreskin to show him I’m uncut too. His eyes get bigger and he leans forward. He looks from my cock back to my face and runs his tongue over his lips like he likes what he sees. I smile back and stroke myself, being careful not to come. He stokes himself too. I stop to watch. I am too close. He’s too hot to just jerk off across the room with.

Next to me Chris kisses Rob in thanks and steps away. Rob quickly stuffs his dick back into his pants and zips up. Rob looks over at me, sees my dick and makes a face. I shrug, carefully put my dick away and zip up. My new friend frowns and puts his dick away too.

Chris thanks the audience and announces that private shower shows are available. “Come see me for details.”

Rob and I look at each other and shake our heads no. I glance back hoping my new friend might follow us, but he’s talking to Chris. Oh well.

The next show, upstairs, isn’t for a few minutes. We kill the time watching a surprisingly hot sequence of fucking, sucking and cityscapes in an MTV-like porn sampler.

The announcement of the next show interrupts the porn and the screen goes blank. “Now performing on the main stage, Ricky and Johnny.”

The boys come out wearing only their boots. The skinny dark-skinned guy, Ricky, has a big uncut dick. Johnny, the all-American-looking white guy, has a slightly smaller but nice cut dick. Both are well built.

On stage, Ricky drops to his knees and sucks on Johnny’s cock. After a few minutes of this, Johnny pulls Ricky up, turns him over and mimes fucking him. The boys play a little more and then come down into the audience.

We’re toward the back where we can watch the action in front. Ricky comes along our side. Johnny goes up the other side of the aisle. I don’t see my cute friend from downstairs.

Ricky thanks the guy and turns back up to the stage for more lube. Damn. While Ricky is lubing up, Johnny cuts over to us from the other side. “Hi, guys.”

Johnny seems especially happy to have traded his previous troll for us. We’re not too excited but do our best to be good sports. Rob jerks Johnny’s cock and I tweak his nipples. Johnny gets pretty enthusiastic, “Oh, yeah. Come on, suck it.”