This story is graphic! If gay sex, public sex or forced sexual situations offend you please do not read this story. ***Spoiler*** this story is about a homophobic cocksucking man coming to terms with himself by gay sex in public. ***** Hi I'm a married cock sucker and no, my wife doesn't know. It all started when I got turned out at a rest stop by a trucke...
As I stated in my earlier story, I had lived a relatively average, suburban, heterosexual lifestyle. My detailed fantasy life, however, had significant homosexual activity. Fantasy and reality had remained separated, until the fateful day when I entered a gloryhole in a Manhattan video store and gotten a blowjob. While I felt ashamed / confused about having...
This is my seventh letter describing my expanding awareness from a naive man with a desire to suck a cock to a man willing to explore. (M+M, oral, anal) In my first letter "Costume in a Costume" I describe how I dressed as a girl in a Halloween costume to trick unsuspecting men into letting me give them my first blow job. In my second letter "Gloryhole Il...
This is my first story and completely true. Enjoy! * It started when I posted an ad on Craigslist stating that I was a good looking guy looking for a cock to suck. I made it clear that I preferred white guys with big, shaved cocks. Most importantly, I was looking for a guy who was willing to receive an anonymous blowjob and who could feed me a BIG load of...
After my first time at a gloryhole, I knew I'd be back for more. The thrill of strangers was just too much to resist. I found myself fantasizing about it all the time; the dim light of the booth, the porn playing on the screen, and of course the strangers cock. I couldn't get back as often as I wanted to, but I still managed to show up once a week at least...
A certain style of visit is like entering a male paradise on earth. Smoking, promptly arriving at the bathhouse and drinking a beer, easily finding a willing mouth to suck my cock hard, enjoying an extended period of male on male sex, often with multiple partners before going back to the bar to start the cycle again. The way time passes in such a state has...
A few months after my first bookstore adventure in my hometown, I moved to St. Louis to continue school. It was the early 80s and urban revitalization had yet to hit downtown. There were a couple of blocks of businesses and bars on Laclede's Landing by the Arch and then a sort of no-mans-land between that and the Central West End - filled with dilapidated an...
Though weekends are the most reliably crowded periods, at times, the rushed aspects of that resulting free time can be frustrating. I was even losing faith that something more than quick endings would occur, to my semi-frustration. Glory holes certainly offer speed in getting off as a main attraction, but taking less time from beginning to cumming than even...
Pussy. That's what he needed. Pussy or a good blowjob, and he would be getting one of the two, or maybe both, within the hour. Jason was six foot two with more muscles than most of the guys in his frat house. Meaning pussy was not a problem. What was a problem though, was clingy bitches the day after. He was pretty good at spotting those girls from far away...
After finding more free time on a Wednesday, in part due to my wife having serious back pain, the opportunity to revisit a downtown porn booth/glory hole around lunchtime was impossible to resist. I first spent an hour or so working in the forest, drinking a cold pint of beer, then drove downtown. I was wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and old down jacket fr...