Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (16 page)

Exquisite tightness squeezed me as his body tensed and a large volume of come shot from his rigid pole. Each spurt threatened to pull the seed from me, but I managed to hold off. He lay there recovering as I gave him slow thrusts and gently pinched at his dime-sized nipples.

Justin was pounding himself on Isaac’s cock. He didn’t look all that happy, which I found odd since he was getting that huge stick ravaging his hole.

Jack jumped up after I pulled out of him. “Quick shower and I have to run.” He kissed me, sending another jolt of passion to my hardness. “That was awesome, thanks.” He got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

I pulled off the condom and got a new one from the shelf next to the bed. Justin pulled off Isaac, but before he could mount me, Isaac rolled him onto his stomach and slammed into his ass.

“Yeah, fuck me, stud.” Justin pushed his hips up to meet Isaac’s thrusts and I watched his sweet ass tighten with each move.

“Come fuck me while I pound this little bitch and show him who’s boss.” Isaac’s fucking became more aggressive and Justin started moaning, making my cock throb and lustful fire burn inside me.

A couple squirts of lube and I was ramming into him. “Damn, that feels good.”

After a bit, we changed positions. Isaac sat on my cock while he leaned back and Justin rode his. I was on my back, savoring the sensations of his pulsing hole as he leaned back with his arms propping him up. Justin faced him. My blood was boiling and my balls churning as erotic energy pulsed through me.

It didn’t take long for both men to shoot, and they fired off at the same time. Justin whimpered while Isaac screamed out his release. His position shifted and he no longer massaged my pounding hardness in a comfortable way. They climbed off of me and lay on each side, running their hands over my cock and chest. I was more relaxed than horny, and I began to deflate from overstimulation.

Isaac kissed my neck as Justin stroked me. “Are you going to come for us?”

My eyes closed and I basked in the warmth of their touch, but I was pretty sure that I was done for the moment. “I don’t think so. You’ve got me so relaxed that I could fall asleep.”

We stayed like that for a while until I felt their hands leave my body. Opening my eyes as Isaac got up and sat on the edge of the bed, I realized that it was time to get going.

Isaac stood up. “Mind if I shower?”

Justin pushed himself to a sitting position. “Yeah, stud, go ahead.”

Isaac went off to the bathroom as I realized that I didn’t hear Jack leave. Regret washed over me. I knew that Justin was my only way to get in contact with him, and I doubted he’d give me Jack’s info after finding out two of his tops were bottoms.

The shower water started. Justin came back and sat down on the bed next to me. “I can’t believe they both turned out to be bottoms.” He shook his head. “You need a shower?”

“Yeah, I could use one.” I got off the bed and went into the bathroom. The white tile floor had a sheen of mist on it from the hot water. I poked my head out the door to see Justin getting off the bed. “You joining us?”

“No, I’ll shower later.” Justin sat at his computer and started typing. His pouting was a bit of a turn-off to me.

I closed the door and pulled back the shower curtain. Another look at the now-wet Latin stud made my cock stiffen. “Mind if I join you?” If he said no, I’d be content to watch him shower. Even flaccid, he was enormous with an uncut cock and unshaved pubic hair. Not something I’d experienced often.

His face broke into a big smile. “Sure, come on in.”

We washed each other with some hot making out. I’d have taken him again if I’d had a rubber. I was pretty sure Justin would
not
like that, which made it even more fun to think about. We finished and dried off. Once dressed, I gave both of them a quick kiss. “Hope we can do this again.”

Isaac’s smile got larger. “I’d be game. That was hot.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Justin’s tone didn’t sound like he meant it.

Oh well
. I walked out the door and down the stairs to the car. As I drove home, I realized that I’d forgotten to get Isaac’s contact info.
Damn
. I was hardening up again as I thought about the morning session.
Hopefully I’ll get a piece of those guys again. Fuck, I’m horny and haven’t blown yet.

I opened the front door, fully expecting Matt to be gone, but was pleasantly surprised to find him still asleep in my bed. A glance at the bedside clock confirmed that I’d been gone about two hours. Excitement tingled under my skin as I shed my clothes and crawled into bed. I kissed between his shoulders.

He stirred and rolled onto his back. “Hi.” He was adorable
as he struggled to wake up. “Have you already gone to your appointment?”

“Yeah. Just got back. I’m glad you’re still here.” I kissed his neck and he moaned. He rolled onto his side and pressed back against me, my now rigid hardness pressing against the crevice of his perfect ass.

“Slide inside me. Please.” He reached back and pulled my hips against his body. I pulled away, lubed my head with saliva, and pressed against him. “Oooo.” He was still somewhat slick from our coupling the previous evening.

I started at a slow pace with long thrusts. He ground against me and whimpered, “More, more.” The green light given, I gave in to my lust and laid a hard pounding into him. Rolling him onto his stomach, I rammed deep. His tightness and warmth made me want him even more as I twined my arms under his and held on to his shoulders. His shudder beneath me spurred me to take him harder, and the amazing tightness gripping my cock increased.

He cried out, and I realized that he was spraying the sheet with his morning load. With a cry and two more deep thrusts, I filled him with my seed. “Yeah, Matty, take me. It’s all for you.” The orgasm washing over me was one of the most intense I’d ever had before. The morning stimulation without release and my desire for Matt took me to a new height as bolt after bolt shot inside of him. He shuddered again beneath me as I did the same.

We lay there for a few minutes as our breathing returned to normal. I pulled out and rolled onto my side. With a contented sigh, I kissed his cheek, drawing him to my side. Postorgasmic bliss was replaced with drowsiness and my eyelids grew heavy.

He snuggled against me, and I enjoyed his warmth and the softness of his skin. “I hope we can do this again.”

I thought about the events of the morning, and the amazing sex I had experienced in the last twelve hours. As much as I enjoyed what I got from Jack, Justin and Isaac, the time I spent with Matt was special, and the closeness and desire I had for him brought thoughts of sharing him with Alan. I’d never brought that up before with either of them, but Alan knew about my trysts with Matt and supported it wholeheartedly.

“We can do this anytime you want.”

We napped the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon before he had to get up and leave for work. I lay on the bed after he’d gone and savored his scent still on the sheets. He promised to return again that evening, and I looked forward to another night with him in my arms.

PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY THAT ABOUT DOGS

Nick Marenco

L
uis and I were smoking and downing beers on the patio of the Eagle on a late Sunday afternoon after West Hollywood Pride festivities when I noticed him: big, husky, tattoos covering his arms, neck and even the inside of his ears. I could smell him from across the patio. This put a smile on my face. He was collecting glasses and beer bottles and spotted my fixed eyes.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.

Quickly and without much thought I responded, “Good, now that I see you.” I took a deep swig of my beer.
What the hell was that?
It was like I was flipping through the
Handbook of 101 Pickup Lines Never to Be Used
and chose #1! Luis teased a bit and poked me in the ribs with his beer. My hot barback went back inside.

“Maybe it’s time for some water.” Luis just smiled that kind of smile baring all teeth that told everything. Apparently I wasn’t the only one to think my remark was a little lame. I was already fairly drunk but the intention behind my words
was quite obvious. Now it was only a matter of waiting to see if my pathetic attempt would prove effective. It had. I’m sure it wasn’t my charm alone that brought him back. My outfit was telling.

You know how some conservative girls keep a pair of fuck-me boots hidden in the back of their closets reserved for that appropriate occasion? Well, I had a fuck-me outfit. You could hardly call me conservative, but even someone as revealing as I am should always have that special thing for that special occasion to give him that extra-special
umph!
All a successful fuck-me outfit requires is the right combination of accessories. In my case it was my black logger boots with yellow laces, and black leather suspenders with yellow piping. For those of you who don’t know the color code system more popularly known as the hanky code, yellow means piss play—I’ll get to that in a bit. I was also wearing a neon-orange jock strap (Anything, anytime, anywhere. You know, anything goes), an unbuttoned plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off and my green camo shorts to match. This outfit always worked in the past. Earlier that day I’d already given two blow jobs, one in a porta-potty, losing my favorite pair of shades in a slimy, poopy mess, the other tucked behind a bush, followed by a little rim job before savoring a good amount of beer piss from a fellow leather enthusiast.

After not even five minutes he was back on the patio. I tried to play it cool but with the amount of booze in me this proved difficult. Swaggering back and forth, I was a drooling deer in headlights and my stare continued. My ogling, however, did not go unrewarded as his eyes were on me as well. Maybe it was my dashing good looks? Perhaps it was charm and wit? Who was I kidding? It was my drunken state that made me an easy target to be used and abused. The orange jock strap gave no doubt of
that. Dropping everything, literally, he let the beer bottles he was carrying crash as they hit the bottom of the large black pail the Eagle used as a trash can.

“You,” he said, pointing to me, “come with me!” He grabbed my hand with his, considerably larger than mine, and dragged me inside—I mean, it was like King Kong and Fay Wray. Luis just raised his beer at me as I was taken away.

The Eagle had two restrooms. The one I used more frequently had three urinals conveniently cramped next to one another. This made it far easier for those who are into water sports—golden showers, piss play or for the more distinguished, Europhilia—to have a little fun. It doesn’t matter what you call it, it all involves the use of urine in order to gain sexual pleasure. Whether that be covering yourself or your partner with a hot steamy mess, or filling the mouth and gullet of some eager miscreant on his hands and knees, or even getting yourself just hard enough to fuck but soft enough to still be able to urinate, and filling your partner’s insides for an all-natural piss enema. Needless to say, this was my favorite of the two restrooms at the Eagle. The other more secluded and private pisser never appealed to me much. It seemed a little dull to be honest—just a toilet and a sink—hardly enough room for three people. Boring. I figured, hey, the ladies need a place to pee too. The one detail that I failed to realize about the smaller restroom was that there was a lock on the door. Oh, the possibilities that magical lock held! Possibilities I had never taken advantage of until that night. Well, my barback was the one taking advantage of things and taking full advantage of me all the while.

Things were pretty immediate. No bullshit introduction. Just down to business. Sure, there was a little kissing and some groping, but we both were there for one thing: uncomplicated and unseemly get-my-rocks-off sex. I got down on all fours
while he unzipped his fly. He hadn’t any underwear on under his black, beer-soaked cargo shorts making it quite easy. With his hands on the back of my freshly shaven head he shoved his cock to the back of my throat, unyielding, stout. With slobber covering my chin and knees I attempted to pull back for some air but this man wasn’t having any of that.

“Oh yeah, boy, you got a sweet mouth. You’re gonna make me cum!” A pounding on the door interrupted him. His response was an even firmer pounding back. “Hey, I’m getting my dick sucked, you can fuckin’ wait!” He put his hands back on my head and continued working. “All right boy, you ready?” Before I could give any indication of being ready or not he pulled his dick out and let go all over my face, jerking out every last drop with those colossal hands of his.

“What’s your name?” I said, getting up while wiping the excess jism off my face and beard.

“Aurelius. I gotta get back to work,” he said quickly, and began zipping up his shorts. He gave himself a onceover in the restroom’s tarnished mirror before going for that ever so convenient lock.

“You here every Sunday?”

“Every Sunday day,” he said, then left me alone to compose myself. Upon his exit I noticed for the first time the color of his eyes; cerulean blue—the sort of blue that surrounds a tropical island. How I caught those beautiful eyes in the dingy red-lighted restroom is beyond me. But at that instant, rather than romanticize, I got my things together and made my way back to the patio to rejoin Luis for some snide remarks.

On my way I picked up another beer, catching Aurelius’s eyes once more. Luis was just where I had left him, making friends with some leather folk.