Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (22 page)

My ball hair caught the breeze and made my cock jump again.

Phil didn’t cover my other leg; instead he oiled up the new leg and repeated the long strokes from toe to ball. His finger sunk deeper, almost adjusting my sac. His hairy knuckles felt so good. He reached down and picked up my foot in his hand and supported my knee with his other hand. He raised my legs way up. I felt the sheet fall away from my balls and air danced around my exposed ass.

I was wide open for him to see.

He stretched my leg and pulled my ass up off the mat.

I felt his eyes caress me.

He stretched my other leg, airing out my ass. As he settled me down, his hand rode up my legs and paused just under my nuts. His finger tickled the long hair as he asked, “How was that?”

I moaned with pleasure. “That was great.”

“Anything else I can do for you?” He looked down into my hazel eyes. His blue peepers sparkled with excitement.

“That was amazing,” was all I could say.

“You should head back to the steam room and sweat the oil out and let it moisturize your body.” He helped me sit up on the edge of the table and kept my cock covered. “I’ll bring you a towel. Careful on the floor, your feet are slick.” He headed to the towels as I made my dash for the steam room, bare-ass naked, raging hard-on. My feet could barely stand on the floor, so I skated to the steam room. The wooden slats on the floor were easier to walk on than the tile.

I sat down in the steamiest corner, to hide in the fog.

The door opened a few minutes later. A naked Phil entered with the biggest dick I had ever seen. His body was perfect and he walked straight to me, his dick flopping with each step. It seemed to grow the closer he got, and then I realized it was hardening before my eyes. It rose to even a bigger and thicker length and girth.

“I’m glad we’re alone.” He stepped on the bench I sat on and stepped above me and straddled my back. His huge member and furry balls slipped down my oiled back. “You feel so soft.” His thick cock pressed against the dip between my cheeks. His furry balls squished against my ass.

He reached around me and pressed his chest to my back and combed his fingers through the pelt on mine.

I rose up a little and his cock slipped between my cheeks and
under my butt. It stretched my cheeks wide and the uncut tip pressed against my pucker.

Male sweat, eucalyptus, chlorine and Phil filled my nostrils. My body glided against his. I felt that if he gave me a bear hug, I would shoot out of his arms and hit the ceiling.

“Turn around,” he whispered into my ear.

I stood, turned and sat across his lap, straddling him. His huge dick slapped up against my butt and sought out my opening. The foreskin pulled back and a gush of precome flowed over my oiled ass and added to his shaft. I rose and fell on his lap, straddling him wide.

“Let me in, let me in,” he whispered, as his tongue entered my mouth.

I arched my back and felt his pointed tip find the spot. He pressed against me. The oil, the heat and the massage had relaxed me and inch by glorious inch, he entered me. He filled me up and stretched me to my limits. I felt his swollen balls tickle my ass.

Humidity from the steam condensed on our skin, our sweat dripped over our bodies, and they all mixed with the oil. We slithered against each other like eels, in and out, over and around. The warmth of the room and his body made the oil flow and our bodies glide so smooth and easily.

He slipped deeper and deeper into me, sending pleasure over my body.

The humidity was making it difficult to breathe. I gasped for air as the discomfort changed into heated pleasure and I rode him, faster, harder, wanting him deep inside me. My shaft rubbed against his hairy belly and sent shivers of joy through my balls. My cock oozed precome onto his slippery torso.

I kissed him as I rode his dick.

His hands held my waist and guided me on him. He’d pulled
down to sink in even deeper. His cock slammed into my prostate and forced more precome out of me. The sensation was increasing and increasing. I couldn’t take much more, but I couldn’t stop. The pleasure rose and grew, and I felt Phil grab on to my waist and thrust into me, holding me impaled on his cock. His hand grabbed my cock and jerked it as fast as he continued to thrust into me.

My cock exploded across his torso and chest, wave after wave of hot, thick come crossed his hairy chest. I felt a thick hotness fill my bowels as he thrust, thrust, thrust. I collapsed against him and just held on, enjoying the warmth of the room and the glow of our orgasm. Any slight motion sent shivers over our sensitive skin. I finally rose up and his huge member popped out of me.

He squealed as his dick came out. It flopped and slapped on his hairy leg as I sat down next to him. His hand slipped over and rubbed my thigh. “We should hit the showers, but be careful.” He stood and offered his hand to me to take. He held my hand all the way into the shower room.

I turned on the spray and let the water heat up, as steam rose, then stepped under the shower and felt all the oil, semen and sweat wash down my body.

Phil pushed the button on the soap dispenser and filled his hand with soap. He scrubbed my back as the foam and lather rose over my body and cleaned off the excess oil. He washed farther down my back, into the curve at the base, and continued soaping between my cheeks. His fingers ran down the crease and explored the tight hole. He stuck his finger in and spread me open.

I could feel his seed run out of my butt.

“Push it out,” he said.

I bore down, and the rest of his load poured out.

He rinsed his hand off in the spray and added more soap to my ass, cleaning it. He reached around and lathered up my cock, enjoying how it grew under his touch.

I turned and rinsed off as he washed his body. He turned off his shower as I turned around to wash my hair. He walked out of the shower room and returned with two fresh towels. He wiped his body dry as he watched me finish showering.

I turned the water off and walked to him, as he offered me the towel. I wiped my face and ran the towel over my head. Wiping down my chest, I dried between my legs, over my balls and my quickly rising dick.

“We could jump into the hot tub, if you…” Phil said.

My face flushed. “Maybe next time, but you could come over for a drink or we could go out for supper.”

Phil finished drying himself, and said, “Maybe next time.”

I wasn’t sure what was bothering me as I walked back to my locker. I dressed quickly.

Phil stood by the door with his key in hand, hurrying me along.

I nodded and exited the Y. I opened my car door and started the engine. As I backed out of the parking lot, I realized I hadn’t paid for the massage or given him a tip. I drove home and laughed at how fun it had been and how bad I felt. For him, I was a casual encounter and meant nothing, but to me, it opened a door.

It showed me how easy sex was, and that I could enjoy it, no strings attached. The real relationship would come later, but my first fling always holds a special place in my heart.

With every massage I have had since, my mind returns to Phil. His tender stroke and his playful placement of his hand, a careless cupping of a ball, a tickle over the tender pucker and a brush against the swollen head of my penis.

Will he?

Won’t he?

And my body tenses up…

Waiting for his hand to go there.

Praying for a happy ending.

We’ll see…

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

BRENT ARCHER
had his first short story, “Dear Bryan,” published in Debra Hyde’s
Virgin Ass
anthology released in November of 2012. When not writing or traveling the world for steamy story research, Brent is a financial controller for a local arts not-for-profit.

BEARMUFFIN
loves Marines, surfers and college studs and they are easily found in San Diego where he now makes his home. He’s been writing porn for several decades, most of which appeared in gay magazines of the ’80s and ’90s. His work appears in anthologies from Cleis Press.

MIKE BRUNO
is a flight attendant whose short erotic fiction has appeared in a number of anthologies. After misspending his youth in San Francisco, he now lives with his husband in Colorado.

ERIC DEL CARLO,
whose mainstream science fiction has appeared in pro magazines like
Asimov’s
and
Strange Horizons,
doesn’t hide the fact that he also writes erotica/porn. Writing is writing to him, and writing is always a joy. Aside from a few essays he has scattered on the web, this is just about his first nonfiction work. It’s certainly his most flagrantly autobiographical, and he likens the experience of writing it to going through the looking glass strapped to the hood of a runaway red Corvette.

DREW CUSHING’s
writing has a delicious way of disturbing others. The bastard son of New Narrative and Language Poetry, his writing has appeared in
ZYZZYVA, Cathay, 580 Split, Laundry Pen, Marjorie Wood Gallery
and elsewhere. When not in San Francisco, he can often be found in Norfolk, CT.

MARK AMBROSE HARRIS
(Twitter
@homosonic
) lives in Montreal. His work appears in
I Like It Like That
and
Best Gay Stories 2012.
His essay “Beautiful Books” received the 2012
Songe-de-Poliphile
award from
l’Académie de la vie littéraire au tournant du 21e siècle.

T. HITMAN
is the nom-de-porn of a professional writer whose short fiction appeared in
Men, Freshmen
and
Torso
, among others. For five years, he also wrote the
Unzipped Web Review
column and contributed hundreds of feature articles and interviews on some of the hottest men in the gay porn industry.

This is
DEVONDRE JOHNSON’s
first published story.

DAVID KASPER
is a queer activist, video blogger and erotic model who also gets a kick out of writing. Originally from
England, David currently navigates the state of Texas, where he lives with his roommate and a robot dog named K-9.

JEFF MANN
has published three poetry chapbooks, three full-length books of poetry, two collections of personal essays, a volume of memoir and poetry, two novellas, two novels and two collections of short fiction. He teaches creative writing at Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, Virginia.

NICK MARENCO
(
bloodydonutproductions.com
) lives in Los Angeles, California. His stories have appeared in
Handbook Magazine, Brief Encounters: 69 Hot Gay Shorts
, and
Straight Guys
. Currently, he is in the cinema program at Los Angeles City College. His first short film,
Kayla,
will soon go through the LGBT film festival circuit.

GREGORY L. NORRIS
(
gregorylnorris.blogspot.com
), a professional writer, is the author of numerous books, including the recent
13 Creature Features
. He worked as a screenwriter on two episodes of Paramount’s
Star Trek: Voyager
series and was recently asked to join the writing staff of a new television series.

ROB ROSEN
(
www.therobrosen.com
), author of the novels
Sparkle: The Queerest Book You’ll Ever Love, Divas Las Vegas
, which was the winner of the 2010 TLA Gaybies for Best Gay Fiction,
Hot Lava, Southern Fried
and the Lambda Literary Award-nominated
Queerwolf
, has had short stories featured in more than 170 anthologies.

Lambda Literary Award-winner
SIMON SHEPPARD’s
latest books include
Man on Man: The Best of Simon Sheppard,
Jockboys
and
The Dirty Boys’ Club.
His work has also appeared in well over three hundred anthologies. He lives in San Francisco with his husband, rims a lot, and hangs out at
simonsheppard.com
.

BOBBY STARR
is hard at work on his debut novel. This is his second published story with Cleis Press.

Residing on English Bay in Vancouver, Canada,
JAY STARRE
has pumped out steamy gay fiction for dozens of anthologies, has written two gay erotic novels and may be found on Facebook.

DERRICK SUMMERS
lives a very nonfiction gay erotic life in New York City.

R. TALENT
is celebrating the upcoming release of his debut anthology
Pay for Play
.

LOGAN ZACHARY
(
loganzacharydicklit.com
) lives in Minneapolis and is the author of
Calendar Boys
(short stories) and Big Bad Wolf (a mystery). His stories have appeared in
Hard Hats, Surfer Boys, College Boys, Skater Boys, Homo Thugs, Black Fire, Sweat!, Brief Encounters, Biker Boys, Sexy Sailors, Three-somes, Beach Bums
and
Rough Trade.

ABOUT THE EDITOR

SHANE ALLISON’s
editing career began with the bestselling gay erotic anthology
Hot Cops: Gay Erotic Stories,
which was one of his proudest moments. Since the birth of his first anthology, he has gone on to publish over a dozen gay erotica anthologies such as
Straight Guys: Gay Erotic Fantasies, Cruising: Gay Erotic Stories, Middle Men: Gay Erotic Three-somes, Frat Boys: Gay Erotic Stories, Brief Encounters: 69 Hot Gay Shorts, College Boys: Gay Erotic Stories, Hardworking Men: Gay Erotic Fiction, Hot Cops: Gay Erotic Fiction, Back-draft: Fireman Erotica
and
Afternoon Pleasures: Erotica for Gay Couples.
Shane Allison has appeared in five editions of
Best Gay Erotica, Best Black Gay Erotica
and
Zane’s Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3.
His debut poetry collection,
Slut Machine
, is out from Queer Mojo and his poem/memoir
I Remember
is out from Future Tense Books. Shane is at work on a novel and currently resides in Tallahassee, Florida.