Memphis

About six months ago, I found out about all the web sites where guys
can log on and hook up. I guess these sites have been around for while, but I had been in a 10-year monogamous relationship and not looking for anything. When I became single again, I realized I still hated going to bars to meet men. Never was my thing. My friend Chris showed me
the sites he used and told me about some of his adventures. I was jealous. Seemed he was getting action at least twice a week.

I set up a profile on one site that looked easy to use. I really got horny looking at all the pictures of the other men. All those cock shots and
ass pics. Being a new member, I got lots of email. I posted a pic of my hardon. My cock is not long, maybe six and a half inches, but it is thick.
I hooked up a few times and the experiences ranged from OK to very hot. One in particular stands out.

It was a Thursday night around 11. I was scanning the pics and seeing if anyone was of interest. Even after only logging on for a few months, it seemed it was the same old, tired profiles. Funny how quickly the
novelty wore off.

My inbox lit up with a new message. It was from a guy named AnonBud. His picture was of the most round ass I had ever seen. He was lying on a bed face down with his ass arched up a bit. You could see down his crack but not up his hole. Those close-ups of assholes do nothing for me. This was what I liked – a hint of what lie between. Even before opening his mail, I was getting hard thinking about getting on top of that cushy ass mountain.

His message said he liked my meaty pole and wanted it inside him. He also requested I not open my private pic.

Now, normally, everyone wants to see your face pic. The cock and ass
shots are fine for the initial tease, but the face pic is what makes the hookup happen. I wrote back asking why he didn't want to see my face pic.

He wrote that he was into getting fucked without knowing the guy. He
wanted me to come over to his place. He said he'd leave the front door
unlocked and would be on his bed waiting. Blindfolded. Lubed. All I had
to do was walk in and fuck him as hard and for as long as I wanted.

Now I was totally hard. I had never done anything like that and was
excited as hell. But, I was also a bit apprehensive, fearing it was some sort of trick or game. I wrote back asking him if he was serious.

He answered that he was fucking serious. Did I want to come over and
fuck him or not?

I did want to fuck him, there was no question, but I still was wondering
if he was real.

While I was considering my options, he sent another email. In this one he wrote that it was now or never. That his hole was aching for my cock.

I wrote back I would come over and he sent me the address, telling me
not to knock or anything when I got there. Just walk in and do whatever
you want, he wrote. My ass is yours, he wrote in capital letters. He then
logged off.

So, there I was, my hand in my underwear rubbing my cock, wondering
if I should go to the address. Was it a practical joke? Maybe the address
was fake and this guy got off sending others on wild goose chases. I decided it wouldn't hurt to drive to the address and see what I found.

It was a real address. A house. I parked across the street and
watched for any activity. There was none. It crossed my mind that the
guy was in one of the other houses watching to see if I'd go up to the
door. Maybe a crazy person lived there and would rush out and shoot
me. With all my drama, I was still turned on. I decided to get out of the
car and walk by the house. All was quiet. As I walked up the steps to the
door, my heart was pounding. The adrenaline was pumping and I was
ready for fight or flight. I strained my ears to catch any sounds. Some crickets chirped, but nothing else.

Quietly I walked to the door, ready to dash at the slightest hint of danger. I put my hand on the door knob. Would it open? It turned easily. Would an alarm go off? Would a dog jump out and bite me? The door opened. No alarms, no dogs. Was I really doing this? Taking a deep
breath I stepped in. The living room was dark. A room to the left was
dimly lit. Was he in there?

I approached slowly until I was at the door. I peaked in. There on the
bed, face down was the guy. His ass was even more spectacular in person. My hard cock was pressed firmly against my leg. The guy was spread eagle. I could see the blindfold's straps on the back of his head. I
cleared my throat to let him know I was there. He made no response
except to lift his ass higher.

Despite my still being nervous about the whole deal, I stepped out of
my flip flops and slipped my shorts off. My cock head was all sticky.

I sat on the bed's edge, looking around to see if maybe someone was
hiding, waiting to bash me. The guy ground his hips in the bed and moaned a little. That caught my attention.

Tentatively I touched his ass cheeks. They were smooth. I massaged
them a bit, enjoying the feel of the muscles. He pushed back toward
me, moving his hands around to spread his hole open. There it was – a
lightly haired pucker just waiting for me. I put a finger in. He was lubed as he said he would be. It was warm inside. I put in two fingers and stretched him. He clenched his hole with amazing strength.

I got on top of him and rubbed my cock across his back and between his
cheeks, gliding on my precum. He pressed up against me.

Then, it happened. I was so hyped up and hot I couldn't hold back. I
came a bucketful all over his back. I haven't been a quick shooter since I
was a teen. I was embarrassed.

“Sorry,” I mumbled feeling like a big jerk, and mad at myself for missing out on this hot piece of ass

“It's OK,” he said. “See you online again sometime. Let yourself out.”

I was going to ask for a repeat visit, but could feel he wouldn't be
receptive. But, I also felt he was not upset that he hadn't gotten fucked. I knew he would get back online and find another taker.

Now, you might think this story is one of failure, but it isn't. That night's
experience has brought me lots of pleasure. When I recall how excited I
was to take the chances of that night, I get totally hard and beat off. It feels good every time.

Todd

Los Angeles

There is a two-story sex club in Los Angeles called The Zone. It isn't
a bathhouse. At The Zone you leave your clothes on as you walk around in the various areas. You drop your pants when you make a connection. There is something extra nasty about this to me. Being naked or wrapped in a towel at a bathhouse is good, but there is nothing like kneeling in front of a hot guy, pulling down his zipper and releasing his hard cock to your mouth. I like sucking cock and going to a place like The Zone gives me the opportunity to suck off seven or eight or more guys a night. (My record is 11) Fucking does go on there too, but it is the sucking that is the big draw. It is so easy to suck. Fucking requires
a bit more work.

My favorite part of this place is what I call the suck pit. This is an area on two levels. When you go in to the room you enter on the bottom
level, or the pit as I call it, which is surrounded by a wall with glory
holes. Above the pit is the second level, which is raised. Guys can stand
up there and put their cocks through the holes for the guys in the pit to
suck. The beauty of this set-up is that the guys in the pit can stand while
they are sucking and the guys above can look down and watch.

I spend a lot of time there in the suck pit. I love it when a guy stands
on the top level and is close to a hole but doesn't put his cock through. He wants his cock sucked, but doesn't want to stick it out there for just
anyone. I like it when I have to catch his eye and get a nod of approval
before I reach through the hole and undo his pants. I like to have
to work for that chew toy. I like it when they are not fully hard. I want
to take them from flaccid to full rigidness with my talented mouth.

On nights when the joint is jumping, there'll be a bunch of us sucker guys in the pit worshiping hard cock. It is freaking hot to have a guy on each side of you sucking cock while you do the same. All those cocks sticking out of the holes, all the mouths working them, all the
slurping sounds. It is beautiful, man.

I always have guys waiting to give me their cocks. I am cute and when I am licking and eating a cock, it is obvious I am good at it. I always
have the men moaning and thrusting like devils. I make it last for as long as I can and as soon as that man dumps his full load down my hungry throat, another one takes his spot at the hole and I get to work on his pecker.

I never go up to the top level to stick out my dick. I do like getting
sucked off and that is usually what I look for when I am cruising the sex
web sites. At a sex club; however, I don't want to waste any time getting a blow job of my own. It takes me away from chowing cock. I am all about pleasing as many men as I can. I am just a cum pig and have no problems showing everyone how much I need cock juice coating my throat.

Sometimes though when I am in the pit, another guy will want to pleasure me. I don't mind that because he can eat my meat while I
do the same to the guy above. Last week while I was nursing a cock to
get my fourth load for the night, one of the other guys in the pit got down in front of me. He pulled out my cock and sucked me like a pro. Then, as this was happening, another guy came up behind me. I recognized him as someone I had sucked off earlier. He pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles and pushed me forward a little so I could still suck the guy on the top level and still get my cock sucked. This man began running his fingers up and down my crack. He sucked on his middle finger to wet it and then poked my hole. He moved his finger in and out and in a circular motion when inside me.

I came a few seconds before the guy above me cum-filled my mouth
to overflowing.

I am going to San Francisco in a few weeks. While I'm there I'm
checking out Blow Buddies. I want to do a comparison study. Maybe I
can break my record there and suck an even dozen. Wish me luck.

George

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