We had met when our boyfriends had been assigned temporarily for a year to New Haven, Connecticut. The company had a block of condos and as luck would have it the two gay couples ended up next to each other. All four of us were in our late 20s and we now were in adjacent condos. We quickly became fast friends, the four of us hanging out and getting to know each other. Chris, my partner, and Larry, Brad’s partner, even worked in the same unit of the company. While Chris and Larry would bemoan all the office politics, Brad and I would roll our eyes, grin and play the supportive spouses.

Knowing that Brad and Larry were a monogamous couple made it that much more appealing. Since Chris and I had exchanged rings to celebrate our three years together, and Chris being a stunning piece of manhood who was constantly hit on, it was a relief to have friends I didn’t have to worry about.

Chris and I had moved to New Haven from Sarasota only a couple of months ago. Brad and Larry had already been living here for six months. I was in the last stages of completing my masters’ degree in human services and had located a drug and alcohol rehabilitation center in downtown New Haven to complete my internship while doing my last course online. Larry too was completing his masters at a local college, but his field was history. He intended to become a high school teacher. I hoped to become a counselor or social worker. We would joke at how anti-corporate we were in our careers compared to our partners.

We all got some bad news shortly after Christmas. Chris and Larry were both being given a long-term assignment to Kuala Lampur – two months! It was effective January 2nd. So New Year’s Eve was a big affair, the four of us going out in New Haven, dancing the night away at the clubs, getting trashed, and going home to our respective condos and making mad passionate love behind our respective closed doors. The next day we all drove down to the city together, hugged, held back some tears while our men got on the plane and went off to increase the shareholders’ profits.

Brad and I went back to my place afterwards and had a few drinks to drown our sorrows. We would both miss our men, that was for sure. There would be no opportunity for us to visit them with our semesters starting in a couple of weeks, and the company had promised them a nice bonus if they got their project complete before two months. So, we didn’t expect to see each other for close to two months if all went well. Thankfully there was email to stay in touch every day.

Being a Saturday night and feeling down, just staying in and commiserating was what we both wanted to do. Eventually the topic turned to sex, as it always does whenever gay men get together. There had been plenty of lighthearted conversations and jokes about sex whenever the four of us got together. It turned out that both Brad and I were strictly bottoms and Chris and Larry were strictly tops. In fact at the airport Chris had joked, “I know you’re safe with Brad, cause he’s a bottom boy too.”

Brad said that lately Larry had been pressuring him to try being a top.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He’s never been fucked,” Brad said, “He wants…

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It was another nice sunny day for a drive to the local beach. It was autumn, and the fall leaves were starting to show their colors. But the chill in the air and the changing of the season wasn’t going to keep me from visiting my favorite cruising spot. Even if I did not end up hooking up with anyone, there was always the coming sunset to look forward to.

When I pulled into the main beach lot, I was not too surprised to find it pretty much empty. There were a few cars on the far end where the gay crowd usually parked to walk the trails, but, only a couple cars and a minivan were up near the concession buildings. It appeared to be the same bunch of cars that were always down at the gay end. Nothing special and probably no one of interest. However, the less crowded days were usually pretty hot, as there was less competition, and, guys usually got pretty horny waiting for Mr. Right to come along. God knows I have had my share of them.

I’m always at peace when I am at this beach, Lake Michigan is one place on this earth that always amazes me. One day calm as glass, the next 12 foot waves slamming the shoreline. Yet, I can’t ever just sit and enjoy the beauty, without having the idea of possibly getting my cock sucked while I am there. Seven out of ten times, I usually end up encountering both.

The older guy in the white car on the other side of me certainly looked like he wanted me bad. I could see another pacing the lot behind my car, peeking in the rear window, and groping his crotch. And, I sat there thinking to myself. Why can’t they ever be hot? The guy pacing behind my car gave up and wondered up and over the dunes. The guy in the white car left his car to follow him. And, I sat in my car with a rising hard on, debating if I should let them suck it. But, no…not them.

I glanced out my driver’s side window, and noticed a black pickup truck coming down the beach. From the looks of it, there was only a driver inside. Couldn’t quite make out if it was male or female, or, what race this person might be, just a blurred figure slowly approaching from the left. As the truck grew closer I could make out the face of a white male, and quite a handsome one at that.

The black pickup slowly rounded the far end of the lot, and slowed as it passed the row of cars that were parked not far from mine. The truck was soon passing the rear of my car, and I could see the handsome driver looking into my rear window. He was damn good looking. I thought to myself as his truck passed by, but, the truck passed and continued down the beach, and was soon out of sight. And, I breathed a sigh of boredom. There went another one.

So, I sat in my car and pondered the rest of the day. I turned on my CD player and listened to some tunes. I looked out my driver’s side window, and the black pickup truck had returned. The sign of a certain cruiser. Doing the loop they called it. Once, twice, three times. They obviously did it to draw attention to themselves, especially on a day when…

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In the late seventies, long before anyone had heard of AIDS, bath houses were wilder than they are today, because no one had to fear catching anything that a quick trip to the clinic wouldn’t cure. I loved going to the baths, and although I was a petite young man with a baby face, back then no one seemed to care if you were really 18 years old or not. I was also the first “smoothie” that I know of, so I looked like a cute little blonde boy prancing around nude in a jungle of big, horny men. Many men found me very attractive, and I loved the attention it brought me. I would always end up being someone’s girlfriend for the evening, but one night I became a slave.

It was a hot Friday night in the summer and the place was crowded, probably because they had better air conditioning than any other bathhouse in New York. There was no shortage of good looking men there, but I had someone special in mind. I wanted to meet one of the leather guys that always had the rooms at the end of the hall upstairs. He was a tall, tanned, and muscular man with a beautiful, eight-inch cock. I loved his powerful arms and his tight, tanned body. I always wanted to suck his cock, but lately I’d been fantasizing about him giving me a good spanking first.

I stripped, put my clothes in my locker, and my locker key on its elastic hoop around my ankle. I already had an erection because stripping in front of men turned me on, and there was always a group of men hanging around the lockers who liked to watch the boys strip, sizing up the prey as it arrived. After I stripped they made kissing noises, and one of them told me I had a cute pussy as he gave it a squeeze. They started surrounding me so I slipped out of there quickly and they laughed at my panicked escape.

I went upstairs, and tried to act casual as I walked the rows of rooms, all the while knowing exactly who I wanted to see. I looked down his usual row and there he was, joking with a couple of his friends that were always down there with him. My original plan was to pass by as if I hadn’t seen him and then return later, but something possessed me to turn down his row, and walk straight toward him. My heart was pounding and my cock was stiff again because I wanted him, and all three men stopped talking to stare at me as I approached. I think they smiled because they knew I was walking into a trap.

I walked up to him and looked in his eyes, and then down at his gorgeous cock and he said, “hello. Is there something I can do for you?”

I stood on my toes and tried to whisper in his ear so his friends wouldn’t hear me, and asked, “would you make a good boy out of me?” which I thought would be enough of a hint that I wanted a spanking.

He asked “are you sure that’s what you want?” with a smile on his face, as his friends chuckled.

I said “yes, sir” as I looked at the floor in shame.

He put his hand on my shoulder and my heart started pounding, and as he led me into his room he said…

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I was always attracted to a man in uniform. I conjecture it was because when I was a kid, all military men had to wear their uniforms when on leave or shore duty. Of course there were always the firemen and police. I assumed it was the “hero” effigy we all looked up to.

I was living in an apartment building in Oakland one year. Living in the same building were two or more city policeman. I would see them coming in and going out almost every day. They seemed friendly enough but always were in too much a hurry to stop and chat.

One day I went to our steam room to relax after a long day at work. There were two men sitting on the redwood bleachers enjoying the sauna. When I entered, one of the men left and went to the showers, leaving me alone with the other one. He looked rather familiar, but sometimes people look different out of their clothes. I spoke to him; he nodded and said “Hi”. We sat quietly for a while and then he pulled his towel from his body and sat naked, exposing his firm body to its fullest. I was sitting to one side, and had a good view of his big low hanging moist cock and balls. He sat back and relaxed as the steam filled the room. He adjusted his balls and cock and then withdrew his hand.

I was admiring his nice balls and cock while he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. He started to get a semi-hard on, and continued to grow right before my eyes until it was fully erect. He made no effort to cover it up, and even adjusted his balls. I could not resist this beauty lurking before me, just waiting for my attention.

I touched his leg with one hand and…

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I hate Doctors but it had become a necessity, I had to go…

“Hello, Tom what can I do for you today,” Doctor Fairweather said prompting me to be seated as he scanned his computer screen. “Don’t see you here very often.”

“Well I try to avoid it if I can,” I responded, “but it has come to a point where I have to do something.”

“So what is that, Tom, do tell me?”

“Well it’s badly affecting my sex life to such a degree I just know my boyfriend is getting tired of me.”

“Can’t be much of a boyfriend then, Tom. So come on, tell me. I am here to help, that‘s my job.”

“Well, I won’t beat around the bush but Danny just can’t get full penetration any more.”

“I see. Have you been having bowel problems, any tensions in your life?”

“Only that which is preventing us from making it like we used to do.”

“Then it can be a vicious circle, Tom. Psychologically you tense up every time your boyfriend wants you. But I had better examine you; want to be sure there is nothing else up there. Just drop your trousers and pants, better still take ‘em off, it will be easier.”

He asked me to turn onto my side on the surgery bench and lift one leg up. He donned a rubber glove and explained what he was going to do. He wanted to feel for any likely obstructions. He was very gentle and whatever lubrication he used it was good.

Actually it was quite nice as I felt his fingers probe inside me but he said there was no obstruction. It simply looked as if there was a tightening there in the tube, the likely cause being tension. He said he could administer some dilation treatment along with a relaxant, which I should take before sex. He said that he would give me the dilation immediately, which should make me feel more comfortable.

I watched him pull something out of his drawer, like a tube with a pump on one end. He asked me to lift up my leg again and open wide so he could insert this tube. The idea being it would swell inside me to stretch the channel gently.

I felt it working almost straight away. There was a pleasant pumping motion, which seemed to go on for a terribly long time so I said I hoped I was not holding others up. He told me not to worry about that, just to relax and let us both enjoy. I thought what a pleasant guy he was and then, realised what he had just said, like for us both to enjoy! He went on to tell me I had a sweet irresistible anus and rectum and he could see why my boyfriend enjoyed me and that he could do also given the opportunity. I discovered he was Bi, which was a blessing because I felt much easier that he could understand the needs of others and such.

“Does your boyfriend take you at night. I mean does he sleep with you?” I nodded yes but didn’t understand what that had to do with my treatment. I realised then he was leading up to something, I know I am a bit slow but I get there in the end. But to be truthful I was so relieved that he was easing…

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I had just gotten done doing my homework when my father’s friend Joe, who was staying with us for a while, walked into my room. He was 40 and I was 18. He was only wearing his black bathrobe. He sat down next to me.

“You know Jeff, ever since my first wife, left me I’ve had no one to tell me how gorgeous my cock is.”

I was stunned. I didn’t think he had been drinking that night. When he talked he had no smell of alcohol on his breath though…

“Joe, maybe you’ve been drinking. I think it’s a good time for you to go to bed.”

I’d seen his penis before, but I’d never seen it hard. It was still tucked under his robe but it was obviously still there. It was outlined perfectly. It was about 8 inches and even under the robe I could tell how gorgeous it was.

“You know Jeff, my second wife Clara doesn’t give me anything anymore.”

“That’s not true,” I said. “I’ve seen her take those birth control pills. Really, go to bed.”

I was getting nervous and excited. I sort of wanted something to happen but at the same time I was terrified.

“No Jeff. She only takes those to control her crazy hormones. That’s what makes her such a crazy bitch.”

“Go to bed Joe!”

“Fine. But you’ll have to follow me.”

I threw all caution to the wind and followed him. As stupid as it might have been I still did it. Plus I was getting more excited than scared now. I had a semi-hard erection growing in my pants. Plus touching his giant cock had been a fantasy of mine for a while. I threw all caution to the wind and got up and followed him to the master bedroom.

My stepmother and my father were gone for the weekend so there was nobody to bother us.

He took off his bathrobe and let it fall to the ground. His penis was even bigger than I had expected! It wasn’t even fully hard in the robe. It had grown to its full 8 and a half inches and was throbbing.

He motioned for me to come closer. I did so without even thinking. I would’ve jumped off a bridge for him at that moment.

“Get down on your knees and be a good boy Jeff. I’ve wanted this for a long time and it’s the least you could do for me.”

How did he even know I wanted to? How did he know I was bisexual? I had kept it a secret from everyone except two people my whole life, and he wasn’t one of them.

I got down on my knees and then his mammoth erection was pointed straight at my face. There was some precum coming out of the tip.

“You know what I want Jeff.”

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I’m 54 years old, married, two kids. I am an accountant, have a great career, make plenty of money. And for the past two years I have been cruising.

Once a week, maybe once every two weeks I risk all I have, my family, my career, to suck a man’s cock, or bend over a rusty railing and take a hard prick up my ass. I know the risks to my life, my family, but I can’t seem to stop, even if I wanted to.

When I was younger, I had some guy to guy experiences. Circle jerks when very young, then a few actual sexual experiences, one before I was twenty, a couple in my late twenties, and one in my early thirties. But then, once I married, once my career started, I put all that behind me, or so I thought. Twenty years or more went by. Sure, I jerked off to fantasies of guy to guy. I had lots of guy to guy porno, though my wife didn’t know of it. I had dildos hidden around my house, and when my wife and kids would go to visit her parents, I would have them up me, long, fat.

Then I turned 50 and my thinking started to change. I was now closer to the end of my life than the beginning and it got me thinking. And once I started down that road of thought, of missed chances, unfulfilled needs, desires, it seemed as if I couldn’t stop. Cock obsessed me. I had thousands and thousands of pictures of different cocks on my machine at work. Hundreds of gigabytes of gay flicks. I began to believe I had been deprived of what I really wanted to do in life, and it ate at me.

Then, one day when my family left to go visit her parents, instead of fucking my ass silly with dildos and jerking off until my 7 inch cut cock was so sore it hurt to wear pants, I got in my car. I went to the park. I had read in the local paper that this was the place where there was the most problem with gay guys seeking man to man sex. I was just going to look around, I told myself. Get myself hot, then go home and do what I always did when the family was away. But, as I walked the dark lanes I knew that if I had an opportunity, this night I would take it. I was tired of letting opportunities pass me by, and so many had because of fear. I was not going to let an opportunity pass me by tonight, not tonight.

After an hour of wandering, I had seen several people, mostly guys, but no one had come onto me. I turned to head back to the car, disappointment permeating every cell of my body. What the hell had made me think it would be so easy? Just show up, a 54 year old guy, and they would come running? I was in shape, slim, lean and about 6’2″, but my hair was silver and I guess I just didn’t dress the way a guy looking for action dressed.

“Going home so soon?” I damn near jumped out of my skin. I whirled around and faced a man, probably 10 years younger than myself. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a sport jacket. His hair was brown, long.

“What?” I asked, after my heart had slid back…

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I had always sought partners around my age, but Jay was different. We met online and really connected, so when I learned he was several years older than me I decided to withhold judgment and see how things went.

He was so handsome. One of the first pictures he sent me was of him driving in his car, and he was looking straight into the camera. He had piercing blue eyes, accented by auburn eyebrows. His full lips were framed by a neat goatee. The auburn wasn’t nearly as noticeable in his hair, which at first glance appeared to be brown, but the red in it was obvious under closer scrutiny. He was a big guy, probably around 5’10″ tall, and I would guess his weight to be around 250 pounds, and he carried it well. His body was proportionate, and accented with just enough dark hair on his chest, belly, arms, and legs. The more I saw of him, the more I wanted him.

His personality was the kicker. We talked on the phone and he had a great attitude and disposition. We always laughed a lot when we talked and we related to each other well. He was very easy going, and the sound of his voice just resonated with me.

In contrast, I’m much slimmer, with a nice build, though I admit I have a small belly. I’m about 5’10″, about 175 pounds, with curly brown hair, hazel eyes, a goatee that traces my jaw line to connect with my sideburns, and everyone tells me I have a great smile.

The trouble was that Jay lived a couple hours away from me, so we hadn’t had a chance to meet yet. I was starting to get a little frustrated at the prospect that we were having so much trouble coordinating our first meeting, but that was all about to end.

“Hey, Babe,” said the voice on the other end of the phone, warmly. I always anticipated Jay’s calls, and his voice sent a sense of calm and excitement over me, all at once.

“Hey!”

“Let’s go away together,” he said bluntly.

“What? Are you serious?” I asked, hopefully.

“Yeah, let’s go camping. Just me and you. How ’bout it? I know a great place, pretty close to where you live.”

“Wow, cool. When?”

The next few minutes we spent wrangling with our schedules for the next couple of weekends, but in the end we made it a priority and decided we would go this coming weekend. I was totally psyched, and it sounded like Jay was, too.

The week trudged by, but Friday eventually came. Jay had assured me he had everything we’d need, so all I had to worry about was my clothes and things…

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Living next door to Mr. Libman most of my life was really something special. We had lived next door for about fifteen years. We had moved into this house when I was twelve. One sad Sunday morning I heard a noise next door. I looked out the bedroom window and saw an ambulance parked in front of his house. Mr. Libman was being carried out on a gurney.

He had been the most awesome neighbor a man could have. I had inherited the house I live in when I was twenty. Mother had died when I was seventeen and two years ago Dad died of a heart attack. Being one of only two children I was devastated. I was so glad to see my sister Sherrie when she came back for the funeral. She was only twenty when she married her childhood sweetheart and moved away. At first it was hard living alone. Mr. Libman had just adopted me as his son. Now he was gone, dead at fifty-six of an apparent heart attack.

After our Dad died, Sherrie and I decided to split the family property. Dad had about fifty thousand dollars in the bank and Sherrie did not want the house. She did not live back here, so we decided she got the money and I took the house. That worked out fine since she lived in another state. I was going to need a place to live anyway. I was pretty much set for life, at least as far as a place to live. I worked at a local hardware warehouse and made pretty good money, so I was pretty much set. I felt that I would do alright.

Well, Mr. Libman had no children and as far as anyone knew didn’t have any living relatives either. About three weeks after his death I got a letter from a lawyer. It read:

Mr. Kenneth Whitmore,

This letter is to inform you that you have been named as the sole heir and recipient of Mr. Harold Libman’s estate, etc. etc. etc.

I just fell back in the kitchen chair and took another look at the letter naming me the sole heir of Mr. Libman. He had left me everything he owned. His bank account was worth over a quarter of a million dollars. I almost pissed in my pants, what a shock.

I walked over to Mr. Libman’s house that afternoon, went inside and looked around. I decided it needed to be remodeled and have some serious rework before deciding to rent it out or sell it. Either way it had to be brought up to snuff. I decided to hire a remodeling carpenter and have him take his time and do a good job remodeling Mr. Libman’s house.

I had called several people and finally found this one man. His name was Jerry and he was about thirty-five years old. I talked to him about his qualifications. Afterwards I felt sorry for the guy but I did feel confident in his qualifications.

Jerry had come up from Louisville, Kentucky looking for work. He had done a lot of remodeling, carpentry, painting, and general house maintenance. The day he was to start working I waited for him until finally I saw an old pickup truck pull up behind the house. This very rough looking man stepped out. I walked out to meet him and introduced myself…

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It was sure to be a great night. I was going to a basketball game with a few close friends and some of their other friends who I had met once or twice before. The game was about an hour away so we decided to take two different cars for the six of us that went instead of all taking our own cars. I took my car and my two close friends Tiffany and Haylie rode with me on the way up to the game. My other friend, Chris, drove his car with Lindsey and Johnny tagging along.

After the hour drive up to the game, we were very happy to finally be there. The game went great, the home team won and we had an awesome time. We didn’t really make plans after the game but we wanted to hang out for a little bit. Johnny (one of the friends of a friend) didn’t want to stay out too late because he had a test in one of his classes the next morning. I also had a class the next morning, so I decided that I would get home and get some sleep since it was getting late. Tiffany, Lindsey and Haylie went off with Chris to hang out some more while Johnny and I headed down home to get some sleep.

I thought Johnny was cute from the moment I saw him. He had blonde hair and glasses and I really thought of him as a cute dork. My plan was to drop Johnny off at his parent’s house then head back to my apartment to get some sleep. Since it was an hour drive, Johnny and I had time to get to know each other better. We talked about our classes (we went to the same college), our friends and just some other small talk. As we got near his house, he started to talk about our friend Chris and how he had left Johnny some weird voicemails on his phone. He put his phone on speaker so I could listen to them.

As I was listening to the second “really bizarre” message, I pulled up to Johnny’s house. It was dark outside (about midnight) and it appeared most houses didn’t have any lights on. I pulled up to the front of his house and put the car in park so I could to listen to all five of the weird voicemails. After I heard all the messages, I asked Johnny if I could see his phone because I had never seen a phone like his (apparently it was a brand new phone). He asked to see mine while I was looking at his. We switched phones and I was searching through the features and clicked on his camera feature. I started to mess around with the camera and clicked on “view images”. The second picture saved was of a shirtless Johnny and I was surprised to see he had such muscles. I clicked back to the main screen and this time I went to “view videos” to see how good of a video the phone took. I clicked on the first video, which was at a still screen of Johnny’s face. The video started and quickly moved from his face down to his bare dick while he jerked off. The sound was very high and sounds of Johnny moaning and breathing heavily while he jerked poured out of the phones speaker. Johnny quickly looked over and I went back to the main screen as fast as possible. Johnny then explained…

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