Sunday, May 31, 2009

Bump in Hotel Room

When I first came out I was nineteen and a bit. I had known that I was gay before that, and had fooled around with guys before, but I never really declared myself. I started from that point to consciously go out and seek having sex with men, though I didn't know very much about how to go about getting what I wanted, or even the finer points of doing it. I had been fucked up the ass a couple of times by pimply, uncertain boys, but I wanted more than that.

I knew that there was a cruise park in town, and it was there one spring evening that I was sitting in my car when another car pulled up beside me. It had an older guy in it, I would say about forty or so. He was bald on top, and had a little moustache. It was a big 60's car he was driving, and he told me his name was Ken. We talked for a bit, but then it was kind of hard to hear what he said, so he asked me if I wanted to get in his car. I did, my heart thumping so loud in my chest it must have shaken windows for miles.

We talked about nothing for a few minutes, and then he started to ask me what I liked to do. I wanted to try getting fucked, and after I worked up some nerve I told him that. He was right into it. He had something to do with a local hotel, and was staying in one of the suites at the moment. It was only a few minutes away by car and so he took us there pretty quick once he saw there was a chance of giving it to me up the ass. He reached over and put his hand under my ass as we drove there.

We walked up to the room, which was small and rather dismal, with red and white vertical striped wallpaper. There was a bed in the middle, the kind they used to have quite commonly in old hotels, with a brass frame that curved at the top. The mattress was high in the middle. I was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt under my jacket, since that made me horny. Ken just reached over and pulled them down, and then stood there looking at my ass for a minute or two.

He told me to take the rest of my clothes off, and I did so while he stood there and watched. He wanted to feel my body for a while, and so I stood there and let him do it. My cock was pretty hard at all of this attention, and stood straight out from my body. Ken didn't seem too interested in it though, and only touched it briefly. My ass he couldn't bring himself to leave alone.

He took off his own clothes, and then told me to suck his penis. I got on my knees in front of him, and he guided his cock into my mouth with his hand. I didn't really like sucking cock, but this situation was turning me on, and he seemed to expect that if I were to get fucked then I would suck him, and who was I to argue with that? I was getting into it after a few minutes, and even worked up the nerve to look up into his face, swaying up there above his pendulous belly.

My mouth made slurping sounds in the quiet of the room, and his breathing was the only other thing to be heard. He stood pretty still for a while, and then started to fuck my face. I could tell he was liking this, and every now and then he would reach down and finger my ass to remind of what was to come.

His hand on my shoulder stopped me, and I stood up. He moved me over to the bed, and made me kneel on the edge of it. He opened a drawer at a bed stand and took out a tube of K-Y. He put some on my ass, and then slid his wet cock into my ass with no more ceremony than that. It hurt like hell at first, and I gasped at it. He only laughed softly, and told me to relax my ass or it might hurt more. I wanted to get fucked, and so tried to do as he asked. It still felt like it wasn't as hot as I thought it would be, but then after he had fucked me for a while, I realized that I should jerk myself off.

I glanced down and saw a line of precum drooling out of my rock hard cock. This turned me on, and once I started to stroke my cock the sensation of getting fucked changed totally. It felt warm and welcome, and then I started to get into it. I pushed my ass back against Ken's cock, and this made him fucks me harder, giving a grunt of satisfaction as he did so.

It was appealing hot, what was happening. Here at last I was experiencing what it was like to take a man's cock up my ass. The fact that I didn't know this guy made it all that much hotter. I was humiliated in a good kind of way by what was happening, and I could see beyond the physical sensation and for the first time in my life realized that sex was more about what was going on inside my head than it was anything else.

He want to come, and he had absolutely no cares about how I was feeling, or whether I enjoyed what was happening. I came, and it felt so hot. Right at that moment it had all been worth it, it was all I had hoped it would be. Then after another minute or so it was back to being a bit uncomfortable. Ken couldn't have cared less really. He had a good grip on my ass and I wasn't going to get away from him if he could help it.

I tried to relax my ass, but he was fucking me too fast. He tightened his grip on my ass and told me to hold still. He fucked me faster, and I stopped moving, just knelt there on the edge of the bed, with my anus being penetrated by this man who was trying so hard to come. It seemed to go on forever, but after some time he grunted a couple of times and came right there inside my ass. I had been grinding my teeth together, all hotness forgotten and only concentrating on willing him to come so it would be over.

He pulled out pretty quick, and then stood there, running a finger over my ass in satisfaction. He pushed it in and out of me a couple of times, and still I knelt there taking it. It didn't really feel good, and I started to stand up. Ken made no effort to stop me. I pulled my pants up and he told me to sit down. He grabbed a smoke from his pack, and then offered me one as an afterthought. I took it, and we sat smoking in silence.

When we had done, he told me to take my pants down again. I did so , and he fucked me again with them down around my ankles, bent over the bed. I gripped the other side of the mattress with my hands, and then jerked myself off, being careful not to come before he did this time. It took him a while, but then he came again, after a bit more effort. I was pretty sore in the asshole by this point, but again he played with my ass using his fingers afterwards, just as he had before.

I pulled my pants up, and asked him to drive me back to the park. He nodded and smiled, then lit another cigarette. He didn't offer me one this time. As we walked down the hallway I heard him chuckling behind me. When we got to his car I felt my ass and my sweatpants were wet just there with lube and cum. He thought that was pretty entertaining I guess. It wasn't for years afterward that I saw the hotness of that.

As we entered the park there was a police car sitting there having pulled someone over. It had quite an effect on Ken, who told me that he knew lots of cops, and that if these ones stopped him for any reason he had only to mention a couple of names and he would be fine if he were drunk or sober. I wasn't really getting the point of why he told me all of that. I had agreed to get into his car, and as if I was going to tell the cops that his guy fucked me up the ass or something. We were all adults here, even if I was inexperienced and a little humiliated at the moment.

I got out of his car when we finally got to mine, and heard myself thanking him as I got out. I laughed at myself as I started my engine and headed home, lighting one of my own cigarettes on the way. I had got what I wanted, I had been fucked up the ass, and more than that, I had learned something about taking cock up the ass. My cock started to get hard again at this, and when I got home I jerked off a couple of times about what had happened, once with my sweatpants draped over my face where the wet spot was. I knew that I was on to something that I had wanted for a long time, and now I was ready for more of it.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Sailor Gay

I was in my mid twenties at the time of this story. It was a fall evening in the local cruising park, the cloudy skies reflected the lights of the nearby city and cast a glow over the entire area. I walked along a path, making yet another pass in a night that had seen very little in the way of other guys around. This had been a quiet evening, and I was pretty much convinced that I was the only person in the park when I saw another guy walking towards me.

He was about my age, nicely built from what I could tell, and as we walked by each other our eyes met and held each other's gaze for that telltale second longer than straight guys do. I knew he was on my team, and after a couple more steps I walked off the path and stood on the grass. He walked on for a bit, then turned back and came over to me. I smiled and nodded. It was clear from his haircut and the open, trusting expression on his face that he was a sailor.

A few minutes of small talk confirmed this impression; he was in the Navy and served at a base nearby. I liked guys in the Navy, they were generally friendly, trustworthy and hot. This one seemed no exception. His name was Eddy, and he was from another part of the country originally. He spoke with the accent of the Maritime Provinces slightly colouring his voice.

Once we had talked for a few minutes, I asked if he wanted to go for a walk with me. He accepted, and we were off. I led him to a clump of trees which I knew to be little used but which also had a small labyrinth of trails in it. We walked into one and stood still to allow our eyes to adjust for a few minutes. I leaned over and kissed his soft lips, and he reciprocated with some measure of force.

We went a bit further into the bush, and here was an alcove of suitable size and discretion for our purposes. He was wearing blue jeans, and a jacket with a fabric trunk and leather arms. I reached down and undid his pants. He was wearing bikini underwear, white ones, and I slowly turned him around to look at his ass, which the general build of his body told me would be sweet. I was right. Here in front of me was the sweetest of asses, slender in proportion, yet with just the right sort of curvature to appeal to the dedicated sodomist. It certainly appealed to me at the time, and I knelt there before it's perfection, and contemplated it for a moment.

I knew the time for action had come, and I reached up to grasp the elastic of the waistband, and gently slipped his underpants down to below his knees. There before me was the beautiful ass, making my heart pound. It was everything I wanted. I put my hands on the cheeks of his ass, then leaned forward and began to lick it. I felt dizzy from the passion this inspired. Within a few seconds I had buried my face and my consciousness entirely within the confines of this sweet ass.

He reached behind himself, and our hands met on his ass, as I gently spread his hot ass open more to admit my tongue. He clasped my hands tightly, and I knew that this was exactly what he wanted also. I couldn't get enough of licking his ass, it was as if I was going to run out of time. I was passionately involved in licking, sucking and pushing my tongue into and around his hole. He loved it as much as I did, pushed his hips back against my face and moaning softly. At times his hands helped mine in spreading his ass open for my hot tongue to probe.

After a while, I knew that it was time to come up for air, and this I did reluctantly, but did nonetheless. I stood there behind him and ran my fingers obsessively up and down his ass. It was slick with my saliva, and this turned me on all that much more. I desperately wanted to be inside his ass, and the pressure to bend him over and fuck him right there built up to intolerable proportions. My breathing was hard and hot in his ear, and I just couldn't take my fingers away from his ass.

In a voice trembling with passion, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place, and there was never a more welcome suggestion that this. I accepted, and we walked the short distance to his car, and then drove pretty much in silence back to his apartment. He was a nice guy, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that there was a deep seated horniness in him. It soon came out that he had just spent about three weeks at sea on exercises. This explained a lot of things, and made our mutual need to get to his place all that much more urgent.

We arrived and went through the wonderfully tedious process of entering the underground parking, the elevator, various locked doors, and finally we were there. He shared a two bedroom place with another guy, but he was out working tonight. We went right to the bedroom. I took Eddy's clothes off pretty quick, and then my own, and once we were naked we took up where we had left off. I felt his ass, and positioned him on the bed so that he was laying on his side, with one knee bent and his leg drawn up.

I started to lick his ass again, and here followed another of those amazing interludes that analingus so often brings me to, where the entire world fades into nothing, and there are only the vaguest impressions of an arched back, or the hand helping to spread the ass cheeks open that little ways farther that makes the difference between willingness and enthusiasm. His ass hair was wet and scratchy on my face, but I reveled in it. If I could have crawled up his ass I surely would have.

It was a while before I came to my senses again, but he had no complaints either, and so I lay there beside him and started to probe his sweet ass with my finger. First one, and then two, and he flinched a bit. I just spread his ass open a bit more and thrust them farther inside him. He loved it, and pushed back against me as I finger fucked his hole. I was looking into his eyes, and a hot thing was that at first he wasn't able to look back at me. It was as if he were shy of giving me his ass, and this just made it hotter that he was.

There was a conveniently placed lubricant tubule on the bureau, and once I followed Eddy's eyes to it I soon had it in hand and applied it liberally to his ass. This was followed shortly by a condom, and at this point I finally entered his ass. It took a little bit for him to get used to my cock, which is a fair size, but once he relaxed a bit, and I stroked his cock for him, he got right into it.

There was no stopping him, or me for that matter at this point. I knew that I had to carry on fucking him, no matter what happened, until we were both happy and satisfied. I pushed his knee up and then spread his ass for him so that I could get that much deeper into him. It was so hot. He pursed his lips in the universal expression of anal intercourse, and I looked from where my penis was going in and out of his ass up to his face and right into his eyes. This made him even more shy about it all, and I was forced to slow down for fear of coming.

I kept on fucking him like that for a while, then we shifted positions so that his legs were in the air. He wanted it so deep inside him, and we both knew it. We were achieving symbiosis on this amazing astral plane. There was no stroke or thrust which was not welcomed, nor enthusiastically delivered. It was so hot. He made efforts to spread his legs more widely open, and I was there on my knees fucking him, and watching my cock go in and out of him alternately while contemplating the look on his face.

I ended up by fucking him while he lay on his stomach, with his legs as far open as I could spread them. I was relentlessly fucking his ass, and it was all too much. I started to come, and then it was like a torrent coming from my penis. I was so far inside his sweet ass, and he had let me in there. The final couple of fucks I gave him slapped my hipbones against his sweat covered ass.

He got up on his knees and I played with his ass while he jerked off. He enjoyed the humiliation of this whole thing, and I was getting ready to come again when the phone rang. He came just as it happened, and the surprise of it made him shoot even farther. There was a mirror at the side of the bed, and here a few drops landed and ran down as we lay there spent, listening to a message delivered for his roommate.

He gave me a smoke and we both lit up and lay there in satisfied silence, exhaling clouds of luxuriant, creamy smoke into the air above us. It was completely relaxing. We made some small talk, and then I got dressed. He gave me his number and I walked out of his place, and about twenty minutes back to the cruising park where my car was. I held his number in my hand the whole way, and made plans to call him again soon. I couldn't wait to have another taste of his sweet ass.