Gay janitor at men health club

I was working as a janitor at the local men’s health club. It was a
cool fall evening, very late and the club is rarely open this late
except for the “football players”; and then only after a game. It was
the day after a game so no one was going to be coming in tonight.

I never expect anyone tonight since there had been no game and all the
guys had been in earlier to workout and get their muscle knots worked
out, but never the less the phone rang and I caught it on the third
ring. He began “Hi this is Dave Lauderbooth. I play with the xxxx’s
and didn’t get a chance to get in there earlier today. Would it be
alright to come in so late, I don’t want my bad leg to cramp up on me
again during the night…?”
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My Lover

Let me tell you of my latest lover, Shawn. We’re still in the very
beginning stages of getting to know each other. The part where everything is
new and exciting. He writes me poetry and I cook him souffles. We hug a lot
and kiss a lot and generally fondle each other at any and all opportunities.

I actually met Shawn on a computer bulletin board like the one you’re on
now. And although I normally don’t follow through with these encounters I
have made a couple of exceptions (like Atlanta), and he was one of them. I
was so taken with the long and clever poem he wrote to me I just had to get to
know him better. We decided to meet somewhere that would be safe ground for
each of us and also had diversions in case we didn’t hit it off, so we agreed
to meet at the Marina Green and fly a new kite I had recently been given. Continue reading “My Lover”

My Two Love Affairs

Watching him sleep was such a wonderful thing. In rest there were
no frowns, no worries, just peace. He is beautiful when he sleeps. His
dark hair falls across his forehead and I gently brush it off. The long
lashes on lids closed over those incredible hazel eyes. He takes my
breath away sometimes without ever knowing that he’s doing it and never
understanding why. He was good that night. He was everything that my
heart desired. Loving, tender, passionate, attentive. Yet, there was a
part of me that he didn’t reach and that part of me yearned to be
caressed. I thought of you as J and I made love. I wondered what it
would feel like to have your body pressed against mine as his had been.
I wondered what it would be like to have your lips touch that place that
yearned. I wanted you. More than that, I desired you. I wanted to feel
the curve of your breasts and taste the sweetness of your skin. And yes,
I wanted you in my head as well as in my bed. Try as he may, J will
never be able to touch that part of my being just because. Continue reading “My Two Love Affairs”

Fingertips Over His Body

He settled himself back onto both elbows and loosened his
belt. I got up onto my knees, hands resting on my thighs, licking
my lips nervously, though I’m sure that the moonlight made me seem
a cat, licking my lips with great relish at the thought of the
feast of cream to come.

With a wolfish grin, he unbuttoned his fly and raised his
hips into the air to ease his jeans down to his knees. I moved to
help him free his legs, taking care not to spill the contents of
his pockets into the grass. I bundled his jeans to one side, and
moved between his legs.
Taking care to warm my hand, I brushed my fingertips over his
belly hair, down onto his thigh and up onto his cock. With the
other hand, I stroked the hair of his scrotum, and then cupped his
balls gently, enjoying the play of them within their meaty sack.
His cock thickened, appreciative of my attentions to its lower
companions. I wrapped my finger and thumb around the thick root at
its base and then licked upward, from my thumb to the head of his
cock. Continue reading “Fingertips Over His Body”

Big Girl

The skinny girl, the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like
they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your
faults – I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow
paper with the blue and red lines for Pete’s sake – and you tell her to go to
hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her stairway and out her
front walk and start up your car, you realize that the big girl you met at
your old friend Fred’s the other night, the one with the incredible green eyes
and the big bouncy boobs and the little green shoes that looked like slippers,
has been walking around in your brain, and now and then one of those little
green shoes twangs the nerve that runs from your head to your dick. Laurie.
Like a damn fool you didn’t get her phone number. Continue reading “Big Girl”

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Twink First Time Sex

The meet played itself out. Alex raced against the boy in the second set of the butterfly, and, predictably, did miserably. He could think of nothing the entire time, but how much he would have liked to swim over to the boy’s lane and wrap himself around him underwater. Once again, after the meet, Alex’s coach came and gave a talk to him. Feeling pretty dejected, he headed for the showers.
Most of the other boys had left at this time, including the bus with the Giants’ team on it. Tired and frustrated, Alex thought this would be a perfect time for a good wank in the shower. A few minutes after he had jumped in, however, Alex was dismayed, and excited, to find the boy, towel on shoulder, heading into the shower stall next to his. Continue reading “Twink First Time Sex”

Gay First Time Experience

It happened in the lockerroom one day in September when Alex was prepping for a meet. Although many of us would agree that the lockerroom can be an uncomfortable place – something about the forced sense of fraternity that it evokes, and all the pains of undressing around ones peers – for Alex, there was never anything strange about it. As a swimmer, he had always been in and out of lockerrooms, changing into speedos and jumping into the shower before and after a session. Puberty struck him late though, and when it did it came with a vengeance. He started to become more muscular, developed the characteristic pubic hair, and a fringe of hair under his arms…all these normal changes made Alex ever the more aware of his body that he had so freely exposed before. This is something that happens to all of us, I suppose. It’s even normal that we start to notice other’s bodies as well. But what struck Alex in particular was other boys’ bodies. Continue reading “Gay First Time Experience”

Twinks Hot Night

He did not have to wait longer, and neither did I. I dropped my head and gazed onto his cock for the first time. It lay flat against his body, the tip almost reaching to his belly button, his foreskin was pulled right back, revealing the pink head that glistened in anticipation. The shaft was even, smooth, no veins, just dark, brown flesh that now lay taught and waiting. Below it his balls lay in their hairless sack, not big, but perfectly proportioned to his length. And around all of this were the short, almost shaved hairs that I had felt before. Continue reading “Twinks Hot Night”

Twink Sex Story

The other lads gather at my feet and start to stroke my legs. They comment on their strength, marvelling at how another guy feels. I know that they have all wanted to try this, have all had fantasies about sex with another man. And I know that, until now, they have not had the courage to try it. Not for all their bravado and their machismo. To talk among themselves of sex with their girlfriends is fine, even if the talk is only fantasy too, but to talk of sex with a man, to admit that they want to try it; that takes real courage. And somehow in the balmy heat of the late evening they are finding that courage. And they have found us. Lying in each other’s arms, our sweat still drying, our cocks still sticky from the pleasures we have just given ourselves.

And in my semi-dreaming I can hear the rustle of clothes as they strip, this group of five around the bed. One kneels beside my young friend, feeling the smooth arse cheeks while undoing his own tight jeans. And another crouches beside my head, toying his fingers through my hair, planting tiny kisses on my face, tentatively so as not to wake me. But I am awake.

Beside the bed the tallest, the broadest, peels off his shirt and runs his palms slowly down his ribbed chest towards the top of his trousers. His long fingers slide inside and he grabs the growing bulge that waits within. He has a proud, classic face. His eyes are dark and his lips moist. He thinks I am not watching as he cocks his head at another lad. This one is smaller, tightly built and strong. He stands back a pace not daring to come forward until his mate tells him it is o.k. And now he is kneeling and the tall guy is unbuttoning his fly. A flash of white and the massive cock inside pushes his shorts through. His cock is bent painfully down and forces its way out like the back of a whale breaking the surface of the ocean. Powerful and beautiful. The smaller lad looks up from his kneeling position and his eyes do the begging for him. Carefully, as this has never been done before, he raises a hand and touches the growing cock, lays his hand flat on it as if he is measuring the length. And the taller one pulls his shorts down at the front so that his great tool is released. It hangs long and dark over the waist band, the head already wet. He takes it in his fist and his large hand covers only the base. The rest he places against the lips of his subservient friend who waits for permission to feed. And then, oh so very slowly, the great length is pushed gently in between the youthful lips. It probes them before parting them and filling the eager mouth with a new experience.

Beside me my young friend is moaning again. The same sounds as he made when I explored his arse with my tongue only a short while ago. I turn my peaceful gaze to him and he is smiling back at me. His face glows with delighted confusion and he reaches out his hand to touch me.

‘Are you awake?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘My friend, are you awake?’

Yes I am awake.

I was awake and back into real time. No one else in the room but us. Just me and him. But he was enough.

I flattened his dark hair with my hand as he lay on his front. He had somehow slipped out from under me as I dozed and now delighted me with the sight of his young body stretched beside me. It was like he was saving the best for last. I had still not seen or tasted his cock. He had feasted on mine, sucked me dry and in return I had made him come as I showed him the ecstasy my tongue could bring to his virgin arse. We had rested but I was still not finished. He had said that we had all night. It was dark outside by then. I could hear a church bell toll mournfully in the distance and feel only the slightest breeze nudging in through the open window. Outside a street lamp tried to light the blackened alleyway and shed only the slightest, orange glow, into our room.

I shifted myself. Slid one leg over him and pushed myself up so that I sat across his thighs. My flaccid cock fell onto the small rounds of his backside with a thump and rested there as I looked down onto his strong back. Leaning forward I kissed the back of his neck and his hands immediately made fists, screwing up the sheets as he pulled them in towards himself and sighed. I took his shoulders in my hands and massaged them slowly, pressing my thumbs into the back of his neck and making small circles. And then I slipped my arms under him, hugging him as I had before, my mouth beside the soft lobes of his ears.

‘Turn over,’ I whispered.

He moved without hesitation, but slowly. As I supported myself on my hands and feet, lifting myself up from him as if I were performing a push up to allow him room, he twisted first his chest and then his legs until finally I was staring down into the depths of his eyes. I stayed above him, suspended, as I looked at him. He blinked, his long eyelashes barely touching together in slow motion, and his lips drew into a coy smile. He reached up for me and placed his hands on my shoulders, I felt him brush the hair there, feeling it as if he did not believe it was real. And then I lowered myself down again slowly, so that my cock was the first thing to touch him.

I felt the downy softness of his short pubic hair brush against the end of my penis, felt his warm, limp shaft against my heavy balls as they flattened over it, enveloping it in their folds and holding it there, safe. My stomach touched against the firmness of his, my chest met the hardness of his and our nipples met sending the fizz of a static charge through my body. The tips of our noses touched and our lips fell silently together.

So very gently he kissed me back, opening his mouth to allow our tongues to meet and play. His eyes were open. We watched each other as we kissed, neither wanting to be the first to break the look of disbelief that held us together. His hands explored wherever they could reach on my back, as low as he could find he pressed them into me, forcing me closer to him. I took his head in my large, strong grip and tilted it, taking his lips away from mine and giving me access to his neck. His skin was soft, salty from the sweat and hot from the balmy night. I dug my tongue into him, below his chin, forcing his head back further and he gasped at the strength. But it was a calm strength, a peaceful strength, using only enough force to let him know that it was I who held the power over him. I had captured him with my experience. It was all that had been needed.
I started to slide lower, all the time pressing my mouth to parts of his body that no one had kissed before. His shoulders, beneath his arms where the hair was soft and across the top of his chest where his flesh was hard. His nipples were small and delicate, sensitive to my probing and, when I gave just the slightest of nibbles there he arched his back and clung to me tighter. But I had been there before and I wanted to move to unexplored places. I could feel only a hint of puppy fat on his stomach as I licked the last traces of his cum from it. He worked hard, he was toned, but yet there was something about him that suggested he was less than his nineteen years.

His hands could reach no further than the top of my head now as I nuzzled in around his pubes. I could feel his cock had lengthened again, and now it pressed up against my chin as I bit into his flesh beside his short pubes. I could smell his musky boy smell, sweat and come, when I buried myself deep between his legs and his groin. He flinched, his back arched up again in response to my pressure and gave me more to press against. His ball sack was soft against my cheek now and his cock touched against my temple. It would soon be mine. I would soon have the prize I had hungered for since I first saw him, packet bulging in tight jeans, outside the cafe. My own cock was hanging, semi hard between my legs as I knelt. But it could wait. This moment was for him, not me.

I lifted my head to look up his smooth body and into his brown eyes. His own head was raised from the pillow slightly so that he could see more clearly what I was doing. His mouth was open in bewilderment, his eyes wide in disbelief. How long had he dreamed of this, how long had he waited?

Gay First Time

The place I had rented for two weeks was private in all respects. It was high up towards the top of an ancient village, surrounded by empty land and ruins and concealed by a walled courtyard. Just right for nude sunbathing and wandering around naked. I was taking a year out from college to explore some of the world and had gotten as far as this remote Greek island before deciding to stop for longer than just one night. As soon as I’d got off the ferry I was approached by an army of locals waving signs advertising rooms to rent and it was easy to find one I wanted. Continue reading “Gay First Time”

Twinks Cumming

Working as an account executive for a Wall St. investment banking company was a very lucrative but draining way to make a living, so as Gary walkied to his car after a long day at the office, he needed something to relax his tense muscles. Driving away from the parking lot a familiar need was also spreading across his groin that needed relief and in a hurry, so he headed for his favorite bath house in a unobtrusive brownstone in the east fifties. When he entered the front door he was greeted by the Tom, the day shift host. After telling Tom he wanted the “works” he was ushered to the changing room where he stripped off all of his clothes and headed to the private sauna so he could quietly work the tenseness out of his neck and shoulders. Continue reading “Twinks Cumming”

Gay Love

It was getting pretty hot sitting beside the pool so I decided to cool off. I got into the water and felt an instant cooling sensation. I started to relax when I heard a small splash. I looked around and found another man in the water with me. He swam around a bit as I watched him and then came over and we chatted a bit. The weather was the main topic but it soon turned to other things.

The pool was a saltwater pool and I asked him how it differed from a non-salt pool.

“The salt keeps your skin softer but can dry it out once you’re out.” He said.

“What’s the best thing to do to stop from drying out?” I asked.

“Just shower off after getting out and it should remove the salt from your skin. You can shower over in the men’s room. Come on I’ll show you.” he said. Continue reading “Gay Love”

Gay Loving

Kevin always knew that he was different, even as a young child he knew. Girls just never interested him for anything more than as playmates or casual friends, and while he liked girls all right, it was just quite not like the other guys did. He always knew that he was probably gay, but when you’re young you don’t really understand all the feelings and emotions that well up inside of you as you grow to adulthood. Showing affection??? Now that was something that Kevin couldn’t even comprehend trying in his small middle class mid western town, besides, who would he show that affection to? For all he knew he was the only gay kid in his whole school, and no one suspected that he was queer, and he wasn’t about to come out when he felt that even his parents wouldn’t understand, so feeling lonely was just something he had gotten used to. He was certainly looking forward to his first year at State U., feeling sure that at least there he would find others in the same boat as he!!! Continue reading “Gay Loving”

Gay Glory Hole

Josh was in a hurry as he walked up Seventh Ave. on his way home after his workout. It was cold and the December wind cut through his wind breaker making his whole body shiver, but not only was he cold, he was also uncomfortable because of the big hardon that was straining against his jeans. “Dammit, ” he thought, “haven’t cum yet today!” Josh, it seemed like, was always hard! His whole family was highly sexed, from his older brother, Brian, who had just about fucked every girl in the small town high school, to his own father who fucked his mom at least three nights a week even after twenty five years of marriage, so for Josh it was either have sex with a partner or jerk his big cock off at least once a day!

As he approached 53rd St., he noticed that a new adult bookstore had just opened for business, and with nothing else pressing to do, he decided to check it out. There was a sign inside that pointed to a back room that said “LIVE DANCERS” so Josh walked into the back room and entered a booth and closed the door behind him. Continue reading “Gay Glory Hole”