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I am an old, overweight guy who had the fortune of having sex with and loving some really wonderful women. Without the blue pill, which gives me headaches, I do not do well in bed. About twenty years ago, being very drunk, a friend and I ended up gong down on each other. I really enjoyed. Since then I have really wanted to do that again. The problem is I live in a small town, I really am too old and unattractive to go to gay bars and the ripoffs with dating services makes me gunshy. Waitng in a booth at in some adult theatre just doesn't get it. The sad thing is I know there is some straight married guy out there whose wife would never give him a BJ and here I am more than willing to show him how pleased we could both be. What a loss for both of us.
 
hi

i is a straight guy with tendenses and love what i like but how can this section help me

is there anyone else in the same boat a little confused and wants to share the sexy part of them with me

sr

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not got time to post any pics would do if you are interested
 
i like women. But, I also like to suck cock.....diff strokes for diff folks I guess.
 
I would have to add myself to this list. I have no interest in the foreplay or cuddling after. I am only interested in the cock itself. My interest in sucking cock actually came from curiosity enhanced by boredom. I was spending 5 days a week for about 3 months living alone out of a hotel room. It was a now or never opportunity I couldn't resist.

I would take this one step further in that I have also given myself anally and would do it again if the situation arouse, but there again it is the cock and the feeling it gives not the person it is attached to. I figure I take the lead roll at home and it is nice sometimes to play the sub and just sit back and enjoy.
 
me too, its all good, although I have been with some guys I fancy, but not many, but why only have pussy, best to have both, preferably at the same time :devil:
 
Dear WYZRD

You've articulated the core of this site in two phrases: "I am only interested in the cock itself." and ". . . it is the cock and the feeling it gives, not the person it is attached to."

I'm sure you'll agree with two things I want to add: one, the personality and (physical) appeal of the cock's owner does matter--how simply eager before and during, and (perhaps) grateful afterward.

Two, the cock itself also matters--how eager it is in the moment, it's cleanness and taste (I do not like uncut, smegma-harboring foreskins, always with a faint or horribly overwhelming stench, although that's happened only once in the four times I've sucked a cock.)

wyzrd said:
I would have to add myself to this list. I have no interest in the foreplay or cuddling after. I am only interested in the cock itself. My interest in sucking cock actually came from curiosity enhanced by boredom. I was spending 5 days a week for about 3 months living alone out of a hotel room. It was a now or never opportunity I couldn't resist.

I would take this one step further in that I have also given myself anally and would do it again if the situation arouse, but there again it is the cock and the feeling it gives not the person it is attached to. I figure I take the lead roll at home and it is nice sometimes to play the sub and just sit back and enjoy.
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As an afterthought . . .

As an example to support WYZRD's comments and clarify mine, I'd like to recount something that happened to me in a country far from the so-called First World.

I was in bed one morning of a blistering hot, sultry Sunday, with the entire day yawning empty before me, 3 months after my breakup with the lady who would come to be remembered by me as the great love of my life . . . I had never had sexual relations of any kind with a man before, except furtive, shared experiments with masturbation when I was in my early teens.

A knock on the garden gate brought me out of bed to dress in shorts and sandals. At the property’s entrance was a young man of about 20, looking for work or any clothing a householder in this guard-dog and high-fenced neighborhood might spare. I invited him in to wait while I looked through my clothes closet for something I might not really want to use any longer and gave him a glass of iced tea—a novelty that puzzled him at first, but when I returned to the living room with a double armload of castoffs, including two pair of shoes, he thanked me gratefully for the drink, clearly delighted by it, and timidly asked for another.

I told him to look through the shirts, socks, and trousers I’d brought, and choose whatever he wanted, or take the whole lot. Looking down at the pile of old, quality clothes on the rug at his feet his eyes were round and couldn't hide the disbelief and happiness that changed his face. He was whipcord lean and obviously needing something to eat.

As he alternately sipped his sugary iced lemon tea, I noticed his cock lying fat beneath a leg of his worn swim trunks. I told him to take his time, and went to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. On returning with a stacked turkey, tomato, cheese and mayonnaise sandwich and the ice tea pitcher, I invited him to temporarily set aside the clothes for a moment, and eat. He looked embarrassed by the largesse before him, but didn’t hesitate to drop the things he'd already selected beside him and reach for the plate I’d put on the coffee table between us.

On the low table were strewn photos of my recently lost girlfriend, including some wonderful nude shots of her at a waterfall in the jungle. She had been the envy of every man I’d known. There was a 16- by 24-inch glossy black and white of her bottom and the backs of her legs as she surface dove into the depths of the pool below the falls, and others, of her smiling up at me, her breasts floating magnificent in the water.

As the boy leaned to retrieve a pickle slice from the plate before him, he openly looked from one photo to another. I watched, fascinated, as his cock visibly swelled against the leg of his swimsuit. In retrospect, I am sure that his interest in the girl in the photos and the rise of his cock brought me the same excitement and pride I’d felt as friends at intimate dinners had engendered in me as they looked longingly at my woman.

I asked him the usual questions—where he was from and how big a family he had, and he told me he had just returned from a military stint in the jungle, hunting terrorists and their camps. He had been gone several months, sleeping on the rainforest floor, eating what was at hand, and still not paid by the government. Today was his second day in the capital, and (he laughed) the sight of so many beautiful women overwhelmed him, amazed at how little they wore in the still heat of the day on the city streets.

I asked him if he thought the girl in the photos was okay. He nodded, swallowed a mouthful of sandwich, took a visibly deeper breath and said, “Like this sandwich, for which I am so hungry.”

I asked if he’d like to see other photos. His mouth full again, he stopped chewing and for the first time looked at me directly, curious. He nodded enthusiastically and continued to chew. I brought my laptop computer and sat beside him to adjust the angle of the screen. He asked me who the girl in the photos was, and I told him the truth, that she was the love of my life and she’d left me months before. He said “Pobrecito, entiendo” . . . poor man, I understand.

In a moment I found the DVD of my very private collection of video shots of my love, opened my big-screen laptop on the coffee table and booted the disk. I sat close beside the boy and turned the computer so we could both watch the screen.

The very first shot was of her in bed, asleep. She lay half face-down, one leg long and straight below, escaping from the sheet, the other tucked up to her breasts beneath the covers. My hand appeared from the bottom of the camera view, and carefully pulled the sheet to one side, sliding it from under her protective arm, until all of her was uncovered. The view slowly zoomed in. Her bottom, now occupying almost the entire screen, was round and open toward the camera. Her hair almost hid her shoulders and most of her back, the side of a breast swelled beneath her arm flung up over the pillow she hugged to her face.

The boy, his mouth still full of sandwich, had stopped chewing. With each breath, his nostrils flared. I glanced down. His cock was rising inside the pant leg of his shorts. In a moment, the material had become taught over his cock. (I remember thinking that had I been sitting across from him, I would surely have seen the head of his cock just below the hem of the pant-leg.

I laughed, man-to-man, as if I were kidding him about a his reaction to a passing beauty on the street, and nodded toward the bulge lifting his pants, “She often had that effect on men.”

“It has been many months," he said. "I have a girlfriend too, but she is visiting her mother far from here.”

“I don’t mind,” I heard myself say. “If you feel like relieving yourself.”

Curious, and perhaps shocked, he looked at me for a moment, then back at the screen, just as my lady was coming awake and turning to face me in that long-ago yesterday when she was only mine. Her body came fully into view, her legs spreading and her breasts lolling across her chest as she rolled, pulled her knees under her, stretched, and smiled sleepily up at me. Then she reached toward me--toward the camera, with both arms to pull me into bed beside her.

His eyes glued to the screen, his hand settled on his pant-leg, cupping the long tube of his cock. Then his fingers curled and squeezed. Eyes still devouring the moving, breathing image before him, he said

“She is so beautiful, a terrible loss.”
We spoke in Spanish, the phrases comfortable and common in that language.

“It appears you too miss your woman terribly.”

“More than I have words,” he said. “She is a little like your woman, so beautiful it makes a man cry.”

I knew the phrase well, and laughed. I could see he was waiting, somehow listening carefully to me. Against all training and habit, I took courage in the moment, and I heard myself blurt out:

“If you do not have an immediate, pressing appointment, I have a suggestion that will perhaps relieve your longing for your girlfriend.”

At that moment the scene on the screen flashed forward several minutes, and now my unexpected houseguest was looking down on, and into my love’s ass, raised on a couple of soft pillows as she lay face down. At the bottom of the screen we could see my glistening cock withdrawing from inside her, and then her asshole disappeared as I flattened myself against her bottom, her flesh rippling for a second. Each time I slammed against her, pushing her bottom high, we heard norma's breath come out in a sharp squeak.

We were both transfixed for the moment. In my peripheral vision I was aware that he was stroking his cock. Then his fingers curled beneath the hem of the overstressed pant-leg, pulled it back an inch, I saw the moist mouth in the round bulge of a straining, dark red cock head.

“If you are comfortable,” I said, “while I share my wife with you, I don’t mind if you masturbate.” I took a tight breath and then said, “Or if you prefer, I can help you.”

The words tumbling out of my mouth were so strange but spoken so naturally that a sudden calm came over me.

“This video is rather long, maybe half an hour,” I said. “If you’re not too bored, you can watch the rest of it.” He nodded and said, “I don’t mind.” Still looking at the screen, he pulled the pant-leg back towards him, this time as far as he could.

“And, if you like," I said, my voice beginning to shake, “you can take your pants off. I’ll close the curtains.” Without waiting for a comment, I went to each set of curtains and drew them closed, taking my time. From behind me I heard “The girls in my neighborhood like to attend me, but I have only made love with my girlfriend. We have known each other since we were little.”

As I returned to the couch, I saw that my guest was now slouching comfortably back into the soft expanse of the cushions. Passing from behind the couch, I saw that he was sprawling, his knees wide apart, and his shorts and underwear on the carpet by his feet. He still had on his tennis shoes and t-shirt. I sat beside him.

The day had been hot, and I was sure he had walked far.

“If you’d like, wash in the hall bathroom,” I said. Anf, if you like, take a shower. I’ll pause the video, and wait.”

Obedient, since this was my home, he immediately stood, looking unsure of himself. His cock rose in a rigid curve, the circumcised head over his navel, and curving, like a bow, up toward his solar plexus. It was hard for me to maintain the direction of my gaze on his eyes. From where I sat on the low couch, loomed his balls, just inches from my face, and now drawn up into a swollen but compact sack suspended away from his thighs, and above that towered, it seemed to me at this close range, his clearly expectant cock.

As I leaned forward to pause the video, he turned to get out of my way, and his cock swung passed and lightly brushed my cheek, hardly a touch, but sending a ripple of arousal through me. He lurched back and apologized. Although the contact was electric for me, I lightly said “No problem” and immediately pointed down the correct hall and told him which door to the shower. I suggested he not use the soap, but the shampoo for his body as well as his hair. I said he could return wearing the bathrobe he would find hanging over the mirrored door.

Thinking back, I’m sure he had some idea that the suggested shower indicated I meant to touch him. But I knew it could only be with my hand or (should I admit this?) my mouth.

. . . I'll continue when I have more time.
 
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me too

MWM, straight but want to try sex with a man. I just get more curious as time goes on. Would like to find a patient and understanding guy to be my first experience. I am 65 and live in NW Oregon. Will be in the Portland area from March 22 to March 25. Let me know if you are interested in showing a "newbie" the ropes.
 
male fun

ive no wish to cuddle or kiss another man but my girlfriend uses a dildo in our love fun and ive asked her to insert it into me as i fantasise about being penetrated, its very nice - im working toward a bi-male joining us but shes not ready just yet for that!"
 
Wonderful comment!

I have to smile, because what you describe is how all men feel about women too! I've shied away too sometimes. Once, silently, politely sharing a hotel Jacuzzi with an attractive man, really late at night, I was blown away by the appearance of his cock as he hoisted himself out of the steaming water to sit on the edge of the pool to cool off for while. I guess I was staring, because he said he was sorry, but I didn't have anything to worry about, that the head of his cock was just naturally a bright orangish-red color. He laughed and said he wanted to reassure me that he had no disease. I was embarrassed and struck silent for a few long seconds. From where, I don't know, but I got up the courage to tell him I'd stared, not because I thought I might catch a disease, but because I liked the color, and even found it "beautiful." He said "Wow!" and thanked me, said no other man had just come out and said anything like that. We sat there, both more and more uncomfortably quiet for a couple of minutes, then I amazed myself and asked, "Does it change color when you get really hard?" He said maybe it turned a deeper hue of the same color, and in that moment I saw his cock bob up from his thighs and in a couple of seconds grow rounder and longer, the head indeed a deeper orange color. Throwing caution to the wind, I asked him if he'd be offended if I asked to suck on him. To my delighted surprise, he said no, he'd never done anything like that, but why not? I'm glad I overcame my intense shyness. It was a great experience, after which neither of us was embarrassed.

etoile_filante said:
It's never "easy" the first few times. Well, at least for me it isn't. I've struggled with myself in the past.... For me, its always been harder to approach the subject with a guy, cause I don't know what he'll think, and how he'll react.

Sometimes I see someone in the store, or at a restaurant, even a few co-workers and I think to myself, "I'd really like to see what he looks like without his clothes on," or "My god I'd love to feel his cock sliding down my throat!"

No, it's not easy, and I've bypassed several guys because I wouldn't ever want to lose them as friends. However, when I do get it right the results are mostly like I had hoped they would be.
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1st post.........

I'd like a little more. I want to experiment with a guy. Maybe JO in the same room with some porn on and see what happens. Anyone in Western NY, hit me up
 
for MACHO MALES, and added benefit . . .

There's an added benefit the receiver of a hard cock gets, that makes me understand women better--in a very constructve way for macho males. You know those two or three cumshots that arc out 2 or 3 yards, way beyond the woman's face, landing on the pillow or the wall? Well, I never gave it much thought, until recently.

On a long bus ride across the States, I got to talking with my seat companion, a Marine returning from Irak. We talked about our respective women, and the vibration of the long miles in the bus combined with some of the things we talked about, gave me a raging hard-on. I kept that to myself, until the Marine mentioned that long rides in vehicles always gave him a boner, and after what he and I were talking about, combined with his not having been with a woman for many months, he was painfully hard. I admitted I was too.

He said if we weren't on a bus, surrounded by people, and if he could figure out a way to not make a mess, he'd jack-off. I looked around, having to get up a bit from my seat to see any neighbors, and noticed that everyone I could see was hunkered down, curled up, or stretched out, asleep. It was about 3 in the morning.
“They’re all asleep,” I said, “and besides, nobody can see anyway.” I looked down, and in the near dark he had a hand inside his slacks and was trying to awkwardly pulling his cock up straight up over his belly.
“Nah, I’d better not,” he said. “I’d make a mess anyway.” He looked over at me and added, “I cum a lot, and even if I tried to catch it in a Kleenex, some always gets away and everybody’d be able to smell it.”
I asked if he could hold it another 19 hours till he got to his hometown. He laughed nervously, a hint of frustration in his voice, and then said. “Maybe not.”
“I could help,” I said quietly. “If you’d want me to?”
“How’s that?”
I got my nerve up, and said, my voice very low, “If you came in my mouth your two objections would be solved.”
He sat for a moment without moving, then began unbuckling and unzipping his pants. He covered my head and most of my back with a light coat, and I tried not to gag as he pushed my head down every time he raised up off the bus seat to get deeper in my mouth.
The benefit I discovered that night, was when he came.

I had no warning. He’d been guiding my head up and down in a steady rhythm, but suddenly, at the same time his legs began to literally vibrate under my chest and an arm, I felt a thick liquid come into my mouth (I'd never known that cum was hot). Before I could prepare myself, he rose high off the seat, held my head fiercely with both hands, and missed driving his cock into my throat—so that his second shot, probably the biggest of the 12 or 14 he pumped into me, hit to one side of my throat.

I felt it! He came in waves. The sheer impact of that single, misdirected shot, and the force of his need as he came over and over, overwhelmed me. When he finally let me breathe, some of his cum fell into my windpipe, and as I coughed, a gob of cum shot out of my nose.

I was glad we didn't talk after that, because it made it easy for me to keep his cum in my mouth a long time, play with it with my tongue, think of that second shot into my mouth over and over, and experiement with forcing its aroma up into my nose.
 
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TonyUK said:
There are lots of threads about bi or bi-curious guys who want some action here on Lit; what about all the straight guys who generally have no interest in men; couldn't kiss, hug or even fancy another guy, but secretly, and often only when aroused, have this passioate desire to feel a cock in their mouth; growing harder as you try what you love having done to you, until eventualy you feel a male orgasm deep in your mouth/throat....
Surely there must be lots of us out there!
Lets here it for the guys...
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yes , looks like you are not alone by the responce you have on this thread
 
TonyUK said:
There are lots of threads about bi or bi-curious guys who want some action here on Lit; what about all the straight guys who generally have no interest in men; couldn't kiss, hug or even fancy another guy, but secretly, and often only when aroused, have this passioate desire to feel a cock in their mouth; growing harder as you try what you love having done to you, until eventualy you feel a male orgasm deep in your mouth/throat....
Surely there must be lots of us out there!
Lets here it for the guys...
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Hmmmm.....I don't know. I think that you and I are the only ones
 
MWM Atlanta guy here. Looking for a JO buddy and see where it goes from there.
 
suxal said:
I got started when I was a teen with a buddy and we did the ole I'll suck yours if you suck mine thing. He didn't care for it but I found I really liked doing it and I continued to suck him for several years. I never let him cum in my mouth, wish I had now. The first time a guy came in my mouth I didn't know it until he said, "sorry I came in your mouth but it felt too damm good to stop", I then decided that it wasn't too bad and have never pulled off since. I like to suck better than getting sucked although I would not kiss or hug a guy. I'll bet a lot of guys would do it if they could be sure no one would find out.
I've been looking for a guy in my area to suck for about three years and haven't had any luck, I usually get the one e-mail and quit thing.
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I agree with all you say, no hugging or kissing, just sucking. I posted this and several other experiences in another thread.....First Experiences on page 55. I hope this is of interest to some of you.

First let me explain that I am the husband here and not Terri.

I had many experineces early on in my boyhood that led to one in particular before I went into the military. My cousin and I had been really close buddies since boyhood and had tried most everything imaginable that partained to masturbation and such. We and a couple of the neighborhood boys always got together daily to talk about girls, our moms, our sisters, our teachers and how we wanted to see them naked while we jacked off.

We spent the night together one last time before I went to boot camp. We began to drink and talk about the past and some of the things we did. "Do you remember when we.....?", was how it started. Soon both of us were hard and our cocks were straining to be released. I think I was first to pull mine out to masturbate. He was looking at it as he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down. His long thin cock looked good as usual. The head was covered with plenty of foreskin, but I knew what lay underneath...a nice helmeted head. I compared mine to his as we always did and saw nothing much had changed. Mine was much thicker and meaty along the shaft but not quite as long. His head once fully aroused flared out and became larger than his shaft. Mine was a bit smaller than the shaft.

We stroked ourselves to the brink several times before I finally reached over and began to feel him. We began to masturbate each other and then I went down on him. It felt great in my mouth, so soft and yet hard. I peeled by the skin to reveal his large head. I ran my tongue around the rim and under it and even into his pee hole. I licked the foreskin and inside teasing his sensitive head. Then I tried to swallow it all down to his balls. He almost came but I pulled off before he shot his load. His head was jerking and pulsating and some cum began to ooze out. I again went down and cleaned it off and tasted the sweetness. This time I engulfed it again and began to bob my head up and down till I felt his first hot thick spasm hit the back of my throat. He shot several more times after that till he was completely drained.

My cock was so hard and wanting by then that I was about to explode. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it and offer it to him. He then went down and began to suck me maybe 30 seconds before I exploded in his mouth. We neither wanted to do any more than suck each other, but that was enough.

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TonyUK said:
There are lots of threads about bi or bi-curious guys who want some action here on Lit; what about all the straight guys who generally have no interest in men; couldn't kiss, hug or even fancy another guy, but secretly, and often only when aroused, have this passioate desire to feel a cock in their mouth; growing harder as you try what you love having done to you, until eventualy you feel a male orgasm deep in your mouth/throat....
Surely there must be lots of us out there!
Lets here it for the guys...
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This a series of experiences I had many many years ago and some as recent as today. I posted on the First Experience Thread....enjoy!

I was bi-curious as a teen back in the 50's and 60's but at the time it seemed so normal. "The boys" were acting out fantacies during mutual masturbation that involved women, women that were close to us, moms and sisters or teachers and aunts. We had no thoughts of it being homosexual......just sexual! To this day I still have fond memories of those highly sexual times. I formed a fixation for penises and pussies. They seemed to blend together. I enjoyed both and still do because they do go together. Both are beautiful and so very interesting.

With that said, I will tell you about the other characters in "out gang". There were two brothers that had very small penises....about 4 inches hard and maybe 2 inches soft. But one older friend, Don, had a huge one....maybe 7 or 8 inches and it curved to one side like a banana. I wanted to feel it because it was so big and different. He also had a gorgeous sister that teased us with her body and things she told him. I think he was actually fucking her, but I am not sure. He told us too many things about her body for it to be made up and even if it was, we wanted to believe him because he was older than we were.

Anyway, one night as we camped he bagan to tell us about his latest time with his sister, Annette. We all had our cocks out and stroking them when the lantern went out. It became pitch black dark in one instant. Being next to him, I reached over and began to fondle him and then stroke that big cock. He responded and I went down on it. I still can taste his hard musky shaft with it's soft skin. He was particially cut as best I can remember but the softness of his large helmeted head felt good in my mouth. I did not know that someone re-lit the lantern because I was so involved in sucking him to orgasm. He was a willing participant too and allowed me to finish the job by cumming hard in my mouth. After he had shot his entire load in my mouth, I realized that I had all the guys looking at us. I watched each one cum, shooting shot after shot into the air. It was something I will never forget.

More will follow if you are interested.
 
terrivonlott said:
This a series of experiences I had many many years ago and some as recent as today. I posted on the First Experience Thread....enjoy!

I was bi-curious as a teen back in the 50's and 60's but at the time it seemed so normal. "The boys" were acting out fantacies during mutual masturbation that involved women, women that were close to us, moms and sisters or teachers and aunts. We had no thoughts of it being homosexual......just sexual! To this day I still have fond memories of those highly sexual times. I formed a fixation for penises and pussies. They seemed to blend together. I enjoyed both and still do because they do go together. Both are beautiful and so very interesting.

With that said, I will tell you about the other characters in "out gang". There were two brothers that had very small penises....about 4 inches hard and maybe 2 inches soft. But one older friend, Don, had a huge one....maybe 7 or 8 inches and it curved to one side like a banana. I wanted to feel it because it was so big and different. He also had a gorgeous sister that teased us with her body and things she told him. I think he was actually fucking her, but I am not sure. He told us too many things about her body for it to be made up and even if it was, we wanted to believe him because he was older than we were.

Anyway, one night as we camped he bagan to tell us about his latest time with his sister, Annette. We all had our cocks out and stroking them when the lantern went out. It became pitch black dark in one instant. Being next to him, I reached over and began to fondle him and then stroke that big cock. He responded and I went down on it. I still can taste his hard musky shaft with it's soft skin. He was particially cut as best I can remember but the softness of his large helmeted head felt good in my mouth. I did not know that someone re-lit the lantern because I was so involved in sucking him to orgasm. He was a willing participant too and allowed me to finish the job by cumming hard in my mouth. After he had shot his entire load in my mouth, I realized that I had all the guys looking at us. I watched each one cum, shooting shot after shot into the air. It was something I will never forget.

More will follow if you are interested.
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Terri, you have great stories. Though, I'm glad to see your using paragraphs now. :)

Keep them cumming!
 
MilkFountain said:
As an example to support WYZRD's comments and clarify mine, I'd like to recount something that happened to me in a country far from the so-called First World.

I was in bed one morning of a blistering hot, sultry Sunday, with the entire day yawning empty before me, 3 months after my breakup with the lady who would come to be remembered by me as the great love of my life . . . I had never had sexual relations of any kind with a man before, except furtive, shared experiments with masturbation when I was in my early teens.

A knock on the garden gate brought me out of bed to dress in shorts and sandals. At the property’s entrance was a young man of about 20, looking for work or any clothing a householder in this guard-dog and high-fenced neighborhood might spare. I invited him in to wait while I looked through my clothes closet for something I might not really want to use any longer and gave him a glass of iced tea—a novelty that puzzled him at first, but when I returned to the living room with a double armload of castoffs, including two pair of shoes, he thanked me gratefully for the drink, clearly delighted by it, and timidly asked for another.

I told him to look through the shirts, socks, and trousers I’d brought, and choose whatever he wanted, or take the whole lot. Looking down at the pile of old, quality clothes on the rug at his feet his eyes were round and couldn't hide the disbelief and happiness that changed his face. He was whipcord lean and obviously needing something to eat.

As he alternately sipped his sugary iced lemon tea, I noticed his cock lying fat beneath a leg of his worn swim trunks. I told him to take his time, and went to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. On returning with a stacked turkey, tomato, cheese and mayonnaise sandwich and the ice tea pitcher, I invited him to temporarily set aside the clothes for a moment, and eat. He looked embarrassed by the largesse before him, but didn’t hesitate to drop the things he'd already selected beside him and reach for the plate I’d put on the coffee table between us.

On the low table were strewn photos of my recently lost girlfriend, including some wonderful nude shots of her at a waterfall in the jungle. She had been the envy of every man I’d known. There was a 16- by 24-inch glossy black and white of her bottom and the backs of her legs as she surface dove into the depths of the pool below the falls, and others, of her smiling up at me, her breasts floating magnificent in the water.

As the boy leaned to retrieve a pickle slice from the plate before him, he openly looked from one photo to another. I watched, fascinated, as his cock visibly swelled against the leg of his swimsuit. In retrospect, I am sure that his interest in the girl in the photos and the rise of his cock brought me the same excitement and pride I’d felt as friends at intimate dinners had engendered in me as they looked longingly at my woman.

I asked him the usual questions—where he was from and how big a family he had, and he told me he had just returned from a military stint in the jungle, hunting terrorists and their camps. He had been gone several months, sleeping on the rainforest floor, eating what was at hand, and still not paid by the government. Today was his second day in the capital, and (he laughed) the sight of so many beautiful women overwhelmed him, amazed at how little they wore in the still heat of the day on the city streets.

I asked him if he thought the girl in the photos was okay. He nodded, swallowed a mouthful of sandwich, took a visibly deeper breath and said, “Like this sandwich, for which I am so hungry.”

I asked if he’d like to see other photos. His mouth full again, he stopped chewing and for the first time looked at me directly, curious. He nodded enthusiastically and continued to chew. I brought my laptop computer and sat beside him to adjust the angle of the screen. He asked me who the girl in the photos was, and I told him the truth, that she was the love of my life and she’d left me months before. He said “Pobrecito, entiendo” . . . poor man, I understand.

In a moment I found the DVD of my very private collection of video shots of my love, opened my big-screen laptop on the coffee table and booted the disk. I sat close beside the boy and I adjusted turned the computer screen so we could both watch.

The very first shot was of her in bed, asleep. She lay half face-down, one leg long and straight below, escaping from the sheet, the other tucked up to her breasts beneath the covers. My hand appeared from the bottom of the camera view, and carefully pulled the sheet to one side, sliding it from under her protective arm, until all of her was uncovered. The view slowly zoomed in. Her bottom, now occupying almost the entire screen, was round and open toward the camera. Her hair almost hid her shoulders and most of her back, the side of a breast swelled beneath her arm flung up over the pillow she hugged to her face.

The boy, his mouth still full of sandwich, had stopped chewing. With each breath, his nostrils flared. I glanced down. His cock was rising inside the pant leg of his shorts. In a moment, the material had become taught over his cock. (I remember thinking that had I been sitting across from him, I would surely have seen the head of his cock just below the hem of the pant-leg.

I laughed, man-to-man, as if I were kidding him about a his reaction to a passing beauty on the street, and nodded toward the bulge lifting his pants, “She often had that effect on men.”

“It has been many months," he said. "I have a girlfriend too, but she is visiting her mother far from here.”

“I don’t mind,” I heard myself say. “If you feel like relieving yourself.”

Curious, and perhaps shocked, he looked at me for a moment, then back at the screen, just as my lady was coming awake and turning to face me in that long-ago yesterday when she was only mine. Her body came fully into view, her legs spreading and her breasts lolling across her chest as she rolled, pulled her knees under her, stretched, and smiled sleepily up at me. Then she reached toward me--toward the camera, with both arms to pull me into bed beside her.

His eyes glued to the screen, his hand settled on his pant-leg, cupping the long tube of his cock. Then his fingers curled and squeezed. Eyes still devouring the moving, breathing image before him, he said

“She is so beautiful, a terrible loss.”
We spoke in Spanish, the phrases comfortable and common in that language.

“It appears you too miss your woman terribly.”

“More than I have words,” he said. “She is a little like your woman, so beautiful it makes a man cry.”

I knew the phrase well, and laughed. I could see he was waiting, somehow listening carefully to me. Against all training and habit, I took courage in the moment, and I heard myself blurt out:

“If you do not have an immediate, pressing appointment, I have a suggestion that will perhaps relieve your longing for your girlfriend.”

At that moment the scene on the screen flashed forward several minutes, and now my unexpected houseguest was looking down on, and into my love’s ass, raised on a couple of soft pillows as she lay face down. At the bottom of the screen we could see my glistening cock withdrawing from inside her, and then her asshole disappeared as I flattened myself against her bottom, her flesh rippling for a second. Each time I slammed against her, pushing her bottom high, we heard norma's breath come out in a sharp squeak.

We were both transfixed for the moment. In my peripheral vision I was aware that he was stroking his cock. Then his fingers curled beneath the hem of the overstressed pant-leg, pulled it back an inch, I saw the moist mouth in the round bulge of a straining, dark red cock head.

“If you are comfortable,” I said, “while I share my wife with you, I don’t mind if you masturbate.” I took a tight breath and then said, “Or if you prefer, I can help you.”

The words tumbling out of my mouth were so strange but spoken so naturally that a sudden calm came over me.

“This video is rather long, maybe half an hour,” I said. “If you’re not too bored, you can watch the rest of it.” He nodded and said, “I don’t mind.” Still looking at the screen, he pulled the pant-leg back towards him, this time as far as he could.

“And, if you like," I said, my voice beginning to shake, “you can take your pants off. I’ll close the curtains.” Without waiting for a comment, I went to each set of curtains and drew them closed, taking my time. From behind me I heard “The girls in my neighborhood like to attend me, but I have only made love with my girlfriend. We have known each other since we were little.”

As I returned to the couch, I saw that my guest was now slouching comfortably back into the soft expanse of the cushions. Passing from behind the couch, I saw that he was sprawling, his knees wide apart, and his shorts and underwear on the carpet by his feet. He still had on his tennis shoes and t-shirt. I sat beside him.

The day had been hot, and I was sure he had walked far.

“If you’d like, wash in the hall bathroom,” I said. Anf, if you like, take a shower. I’ll pause the video, and wait.”

Obedient, since this was my home, he immediately stood, looking unsure of himself. His cock rose in a rigid curve, the circumcised head over his navel, and curving, like a bow, up toward his solar plexus. It was hard for me to maintain the direction of my gaze on his eyes. From where I sat on the low couch, loomed his balls, just inches from my face, and now drawn up into a swollen but compact sack suspended away from his thighs, and above that towered, it seemed to me at this close range, his clearly expectant cock.

As I leaned forward to pause the video, he turned to get out of my way, and his cock swung passed and lightly brushed my cheek, hardly a touch, but sending a ripple of arousal through me. He lurched back and apologized. Although the contact was electric for me, I lightly said “No problem” and immediately pointed down the correct hall and told him which door to the shower. I suggested he not use the soap, but the shampoo for his body as well as his hair. I said he could return wearing the bathrobe he would find hanging over the mirrored door.

Thinking back, I’m sure he had some idea that the suggested shower indicated I meant to touch him. But I knew it could only be with my hand or (should I admit this?) my mouth.

. . . I'll continue when I have more time.
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Excellent story and I can't wait till he "cums" out of the shower.
 
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