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San Francisco

My partner Ralph are both avid swimmers, so much so that we competed in the Gay Games when they were held in San Francisco.
Because our home is in Alabama, a red-blood-red state if there ever was one, going to S.F. and being with thousands of other gay and lesbian people was something we will never forget. Nor will we forget Tony and Sean.
During the Games every bar and disco in town cashed in on the influx of homos. Deciding where to go at night was like trying to select the right jelly bean from a jar of hundreds.
We went to a place in the Castro that night. People were lined down the block to get in and there was just as much a party outside the bar as inside.
Ralph and I were standing behind another couple. They were mid-30s like us. Both wore hiking shorts and tank tops. The shorts were the right fashion choice. Their legs and butts were well developed.
As we checked them out, we caught one of them checking us out. He looked at us in profile, doing one of those head turns as if he were looking at something across the street. Ralph, not a shy one, took the opportunity and jumped in.
“Hi, you guys from out of town?”
Not the most original opening line, but it worked. The two men turned around in unison.
“No,” said one. “Oakland.”
“We’re from Mobile, Alabama,” said Ralph. “I’m Ralph and this is my partner Bernie.”
“We are Tony and Sean.”
We shook hands and started talking about our Gay Games experiences. Turns out they were both runners and had competed. That explained the legs. We told them we were swimmers. They thought that was cool – two couples, two events.
After about 15 minutes of chitchat and the line not moving an inch, Tony suggested we go get a coffee. At the diner, we all got along great and at one point as a joke Sean said that we should have a private competition. Wink, wink.
That was all Ralph and I needed to hear. We had decided a few months prior to occasionally have sex as a couple with other men to spice things up. This would be our first time to try out that scene.
We went to our hotel because it was closer. I had a semi-hardon the whole time in the cab.
When we got to the room, they sat on the couch, I on the bed and Ralph stood by the bathroom door. Before anything had started, it was obvious to me and the other two men that Ralph was getting cold feet, which surprised me. It was awkward for us all.
“Is this OK?” asked Tony.
“Sure,” I said.
“You seem hesitant,” he said, looking at Ralph.
“Well, it is our first time to do anything like this,” he explained. “Not sure what we should do.”
“That is OK,” said Sean. “We can just talk some more.”
Ralph looked relieved and said, “Do you want something to drink?”
“No, we are good,” said Sean. “Do you mind if I make out with Tony? We get off on people watching us.”
I looked at Ralph. He didn’t say no, so I said we’d like to watch.
They began kissing and touching each other all over. Their hardons rose in their shorts. I was hard and could see so was Ralph.
Sean stood up and dropped his pants. He didn’t have underwear and his cock bobbed up. Tony began sucking it. Sean’s firm ass muscles contracted as he face fucked his partner.
Ralph came over to the bed and pushed me down, kissing me hard, his tongue deep in my mouth. We rubbed against each other in a heated passion I hadn’t felt for awhile. He licked my neck and ran his hands under my shirt. I shoved my hands down the back of his pants and squeezed his ass.
By now, Tony and Sean were both totally naked and lying on the floor sucking each other. Ralph stood up, removed his clothes and then mine. He licked my balls and shaft. I pulled him up on the bed, positioning him so we could 69 like our guests were.
The only sounds in the room were those of cocks being slurped and the grunts and groans of pleasure.
Tony and Sean got up and slid beside us on the bed. I could feel their body heat and smell them. I came so quickly Ralph choked a bit on my load.
Tony said he was going to cum. He pulled out of Sean’s mouth and jumped up, dumping his load on Ralph’s back. Ralph let go a stream of cum in my mouth. The first jets flew down my throat. I nursed the remaining cum from his cock slit.
Sean stood beside the bed and raised his arms in a victory pose.
“The runners win,” he shouted in mock triumph. “We lasted the longest.”
“Not for much longer,” growled Tony. He squatted behind Sean and began rimming him.
Sean jacked his cock until the head was red and engorged.
“Ahh,” he murmured as five or six streams of cum shot up against his stomach. Tony licked it off while Sean giggled: “Gold medals all around!”

Bernie

Albuquerque

It was August, my first summer in Albuquerque, and it was hot as hell. I decided to stop by the local home repair supply store for some gardening tools. I really enjoy the smell of testosterone in those kinds of places.
As I approached the front door, I caught my reflection in the glass. I was wearing cotton, drawstring pants, sandals, a ribbed tank top and I had a red bandana tied around my shaved head. I thought my look was a bit of a throwback to the ‘60s, but, hell, I’d do me.
In the checkout line, I was standing in front of two men who were obviously together. One was in his 20s, with black hair and startling white skin. His buddy was in his 50s and looked as though he’d seen a lot of action over the years. They both wore baseball caps, jeans and white T-shirts. They told me they were visiting from Idaho and that whenever they were in a new town they always checked out the building supply stores.
The older man told me he liked what I was wearing. He said it looked comfortable and would look even better piled in a corner in their motel room. Would I like to join them?
I said, “You bet.”
The motel looked like the sort of place you’d take someone else’s wife or lover for an hour. But, the air conditioner was on in their room and it felt great.
They offered me a beer, which went down cold and smooth. I slid down in a chair and let my legs fall apart. I was feeling very relaxed.
The older man came over and stood behind me, running his callused hands under my shirt and worked my nipples. The younger man knelt in front of me, slid my pants off and took my cock in his mouth. I said, “It just doesn’t get any better than this.”
The younger man looked up and said, “Oh, yes, it does.”
The both stripped bare and got on the bed. I joined them.
The younger guy had a totally smooth body. His dick wasn’t all that long but was wide. The older guy had grizzled hair on his chest and belly. His dick was long, crooked and uncut.
The younger guy got on his back with his legs open. I started to lick his balls and suck him.
After a couple of minutes, I felt a cold lubed finger work its way into my asshole. Once I loosened up, the man behind me slid his cock in. He fucked me slow and deep while I blew his friend.
Even with the air conditioner, we soon were slick with sweat.
The older man pumped me hard until he came with a satisfied grunt. He got up and went to the bathroom to shower.
The younger guy also got up. He came around behind me and had no trouble getting in to my lubed hole.
His buddy came out of the shower and stretched out in front of me so I could suck his gnarly meat.
The younger guy came.
It was now my turn.
The younger guy began twisting my tits while the other sucked my cock and finger fucked me. I shot a load in his mouth, which he in turn kissed his friend and dumped in his mouth.
Once I got my breath back, I asked where the two learned to play that hard.
One answered, “How do you think we get through the long, cold winters of Idaho?”

Jeffrey

New York City

Unfamiliarity sparks insatiable desire in nonconformist night dwellers, those men who lurk in the darkness out on the hunt for forbidden lust and seeking naked prey. I walk outside my apartment at W. 44th Street and 10th Avenue, once called Hell’s Kitchen but now dubbed Midtown West.
As I stroll across the street heading toward the grocery store, I instantly catch the attention of another sleazy-minded pig also out cruising for fresh meat.
We are a match. He is 6 feet 2 inches tall with auburn-blond hair, green eyes, full lush red lips and a hard-chiseled physique. He also has a hairy chest and one of the most enormous crotch bulges I’ve ever seen. I can tell he likes me as his eyes roam over my 5-foot-11-inch muscular frame, starting with my military buzz cut, down to my pierced left nipple, over some tattoos and then to my voluptuous, delicious, chocolate butt. I can tell he wants my hot, black ass.
Our initial introduction is brief because we are both so fucking horny. I’m generating intense heat from my ass. His boner is growing harder between his legs. We’ve only one agenda on our filthy, dirty minds: A hot, nasty, raunchy, anonymous fuck session.
I invite him up to my place. He embraces my plump ass with a firm grip as we proceed down the corridor toward my apartment. He gently caresses my asscrack through my sweatpants with his finger, intensifying the animalistic urges already erupting.
Finally, inside my apartment we are within our own private oasis. We can unleash the beasts within. I immediately plunge to my knees to receive his eager cock in my mouth. He is wearing button-fly jeans and takes them off to reveal his thick, veined, juicy, 11-inch, white cock. When I see it I feel like I am waking up to the perfect gift I always wanted on Christmas morning.
He leans into me close and whispers in my ear, “You got a hot ass boy. Can I fuck you?”
I reply by spitting in my hand and rubbing my saliva over my asshole, giving a clear indication he could shove his meat deep in my fuckhole. There is a bottle of poppers and one of lube on the nightstand next to my bed. He bends me over doggy-style to feed my hungry ass his horse-hung dick.
We fuck like animals for about two hours before we eventually separate.
I hope to hookup again in my neighborhood. You should never under estimate the pleasure of a leisurely walk around the city. You have no idea who is around the next corner, buddy.

Tony