Charleston, South Carolina
They say Charleston is called “The Holy City” because of all the different types of churches in the area. Gay men say it is because of all the bottoms who live in the area. It is so easy to find a willing bottom to fuck. Be it at their place, an adult video store, the rest areas. Pretty much anywhere.
I’ll never forget my first hook-up in the city. I had just moved to Charleston from Houston and was working the night shift. Two of my co-workers (both ex-Navy) and I went to a gay bar one night after work.
It was last call by the time we arrived. There weren’t many guys left but I did notice that a DJ from another club was there. This guy was the guy, the one everybody in the city wanted to take home and fuck. It was clear that he wasn’t there with anyone. I decided to walk over and use a line I heard from a British TV show I’d recently seen. I walked up. He looked at me. I said in my best British accent: “Fancy a fuck with my buddies and myself?”
He looked over at my buddies and then looked back at me.
“Sure,” he said, “there’s a place around the block we can go to and not be bothered.”
I got my buddies and the four of us left. Within a few minutes we were standing in the middle of this real old church’s graveyard. It was small and off the beaten path. We wouldn’t be bothered and we wouldn’t be bothering anyone.
Within seconds our DJ friend was out of his clothes and on his back, lying on this old grave. The marker said the man had died back in the 1700s. The DJ put his legs in the air and my attention went straight to his beautiful cut cock and awesome bubble butt ass.
I started sucking on his cock. I was pleased that he was a leaker because I love the taste of pre-cum. I started fingering his asshole and could tell right away he was ripe and ready for a fucking. I stopped sucking his cock and shoved my thick, hard cock into his hot, moist ass. It was one swift move. I didn’t stop until I was balls-deep inside him.
I fucked him good while one of my buddies sucked his cock and the other was fucking his throat. After I filled his ass with my seed, we changed spots. I went back to sucking his cock and my one buddy took over that sweet ass. Once he shot his load, the third guy slid his engorged dick deep in the sperm-filled and quivering hole and emptied his sack in short order.
Once we’d all had him we got dressed and exited that graveyard.
Afterwards, I’d see that DJ every now and then. The second time I ran into him was at the rest area outside of Charleston. He’d been cruising a hot looking man who turned out to be a married guy from New York state. This guy really wanted cock up his ass. My DJ buddy brought him over to me and we decided to go for it.
The DJ led us through an opening in the fence that ran behind the rest area. Behind it was some sort of hidden path. We ended up in a very secluded spot.
We got down to business. The DJ and I were going to let that northerner know why we say, “Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina.”
The DJ got into position and just shoved his thick, long, beautiful cock into that New Yorker’s hungry ass. I went around and started face fucking him. The guy was a true sport and took cock from both ends with equal pleasure. I shot my load down his throat and the DJ shot deep inside his ass. Then we traded spots. Although I had just cum, I was so turned on it only took me about 10 minutes to shoot my second load, this time in that hair-ringed hole.
Jim
San Diego, California
It was a steamy August afternoon and I was hanging around Balboa Park near the redwood grove. I went into the grove and up toward the side of a small canyon area. It contained a few palms and was a heavily wooded rendezvous at the time. I saw another guy hanging around, but I did not take to him. He kept his distance. I was about to leave when I heard a rustling on the ledge above me. Suddenly I heard skidding and someone was sliding down the ledge right at me. He would have toppled over into the canyon if I had not grabbed and held on to him. I could not believe what a bundle had fallen right into my arms. He was about 23 years old, around 5’ 9” and perfectly built, with ashen blond hair and blue eyes. He apologized. I asked for what as I reached for his bulging crotch.
I said, “This is my thank you.”
He smiled and I kept handling his very big tool through the denim. He had on a muscle shirt and I ran my other hand over his chest as I pinched his nips. I kissed his cheek and said, “How did this happen to me?”
He looked in my eyes and while feeling my butt said: “Feel like having face on your ass?”
I turned around and dropped my shorts. He knelt down and stuck his hot tongue into my pucker. It was heaven. He worked on me for a good long time, sucking my hole and driving his tongue as far in as he could. I was going wild.
I shot my load. It was terrific. It had been a long time since I had cum that much. The young stud started to jerk off. His cock must have been near 9 1/2 inches long and thick. He also had the biggest damn balls I had ever seen on a man his height. I jerked him and he came with a mighty load.
We pulled our clothes back on and walked toward a cypress grove. I wanted to get to know him better, but I knew in the anonymous world of park sex it was better not to get too familiar. I did manage to give him my first name. He told me his name was Bret.
That was it.
A month later, I was at the start of one of my night classes. I am a college teacher. I entered the room and did not check everyone at first. I began to call roll and suddenly saw the name Bret. I looked toward the back of the room and there he was: the beautiful, incredible stud. He kept his cool, but I almost gave away the show by staring.
Bret always left right after class unless he came up to clarify an assignment. He was a brilliant student and his grades were always high. One evening he did stay after class and told me he and his wife were intending to move to Oregon sometime in the future.
The college had a strict policy of non-fraternization between students and teachers. I was on fire for him, but realized I could get in big trouble, especially if he was not interested.
On the last night of class, he was waiting outside by my car. He followed me home and it was better than in the park. I was 15 years older than he but I felt like a teenager in his arms. He wanted to bottom and that was perfect for me. I thought I was going to die of sheer ecstasy that night. Bret was so totally relaxed and casual in his lovemaking that he helped me lose all my “macho man” tension and fear.
We saw each other throughout summer, but in the fall he moved to Oregon with his wife. I figured I’d never see him again.
I was wrong. I have seen him three or four times a year. Last month he called and said he was divorcing his wife and moving back to San Diego. He said he wants to be with me. And I want him bad.
Harry
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