If You're Going to Do It, Do It with Passion

Hi Guys (and Gals),


I just wanted to let you know I’m back ;). I have had a little bit of a rough time, as some of you know, and fell off the face of the earth into a bit of a dark tailspin for a while, but I’m coming out of it.

I want to catch you all up, but think I’ll add another blog category that isn’t just full of sex stories, but will be more like an online journal so you can all get to know me as a person, and I can talk about some of the more serious stuff.

But for now, let’s get to the sex, shall we? Ha.

Last weekend I went to the club and danced with a guy who really knew how to move. I was excited to get him home and see what he could do in the sheets, but when we got to the big moment, both naked on the bed, he rolled over exposing his ass to me, and simply said, “go ahead.”

All he wanted to do was lie there!

I told him to “go ahead” and put his clothes back on, and sent him home.

I’ve been on a kick about passion lately. You may have mentioned my last blog post was on the subject. This was in response to this club kid.

And then, like an answer from the universe, on Monday I met David. He was sitting in the cafeteria, and when I walked passed his table he locked eyes with me, and adjusted his dick. This seemed like a move I would make, and was confident and sexy compared to the boring club kid. I was actually a little shocked and surprised (and instantly turned on) to find someone with as much confidence as he had.

He looked like a European basketball star: tall, lanky, with a square cut jaw and angular features. He had a thin frame, but was packed with muscle in all the right places.

I chose the table next to him.

On Friday night we had dinner, and to make a long story short ended up back at my dorm room (yup, let’s get to the good stuff)…

If I were to describe David in the bedroom in the form of an animal, it would be a panther… a hungry, quick panther with big big paws.

As soon as I closed the door, he was in attack mode. His lips hit first, hard and fast… so fast that I had trouble keeping up. He fumbled between his desire to undo my belt, and his desire to press his hard body against mine, pinning me against the door and grinding his hips into mine.

There is something about David in the bedroom that gets my dick hard just thinking about. There is a raw, masculine, powerful movement in him, that erupts and oozes through every single part of his body. He gets lost in pleasure—hungry with desire. THIS is exactly what I want.

He broke his kiss just long enough to pull my shirt over my head, and then again when I returned the favor. When he pushed me back against the door again, I could feel the heat of his chest, against my own, his heartbeat quick and strong, vibrating against me and pumping blood down into his pants.

I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight as his hands found their way inside my pants… I hadn’t even remembered them coming unzipped.

We moved to the bed where the motion continued, our clothes getting lost along the way. One moment I was on the bottom, David’s body writhing against me, the weight of the body contact causing me to pant. Then, without warning, we somehow ended up in traded positions, me bearing down on him, our cocks dripping so much precum that our whole midsections were turning into slippery playgrounds.

I could taste David’s desire for me in his kiss. I could feel it in his hot breath on my neck and chest as his lips explored my body. His hands were rough on my cock, tight gripped and jerking so hard that I knew I would be able to feel his grip for days.

He was not shy. He was not reserved. Nothing was off limits and he was confident in his sexuality.

David

I fucked him like I’ve never fucked anyone else. Every time I thought to be careful, thought to think of him, thought that I didn’t want to hurt him, he would immediately respond by pushing his ass onto my dick more ferociously, or pulling me into him with a firm hand on my ass, or simply by crying out “Fuck me harder!”

Every time I was close David and I would change positions and I would get a new sensation on my dick that would continue the pleasure, but restart the build to orgasm. At one point I was on top with David on his back with one of his legs straight out on the bed while the other rode on my shoulders. He was asking me to fuck him so hard that I actually ran out of breath, and had to stop.

“My God!” I said, “I think I need more endurance!”

He was dripping with sweat and breathing as hard as I was, but pushed me down onto my back, and sat up so that he was straddling my cock. He giggled and grinned down at me as his hungry eyes bore into my own and he started to ride. I wasn’t tired enough to not give the boy a hand, thrusting my hips into him at the top of his grind, and putting my hands on his ass so I could lift and lower him onto my cock.

We had sex for over three hours… and I don’t mean the foreplay… I mean my dick was literally in this guy’s ass for three fucking hours. I had to change condoms twice because I had flooded the rubber with so much precum that they started slipping.

The end came as a total shock to me. I was on my back, propped up against a pillow, and David was riding my dick sort of reverse cowgirl style, but with his back against my chest (huh… that position is kind of hard to explain. I hope you understand…). Suddenly, David got really quiet (I hadn’t noticed how much noise we were making up until this point), and every muscle in his body tensed. I felt the weight of his body, totally supported on my own as his ass clenched down on my cock. Ripples of pleasure shot through him, all of that energy feeling like it was going directly into my body.

David was the quietest cummer I have ever seen, his face turning beet red and his body flushing as waves of cum flooded his entire body, landing squarely on his chest and neck, and on my face, which, conveniently, was more or less equal level with his shoulder. I timed my thrusts with his spurts of cum, propelling them farther. I licked the puddle that had been on my face but was now dripping onto his shoulder so that I could taste his salty flavor.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he said after spurting more times than I thought was humanly possible, drenching us both in his cum. “Don’t you fucking stop until you’ve cum.”

Those words triggered my orgasm as if someone had fired a gun. Now it was my turn to lose control to the waves of pleasure and the tightness of my muscles. David tightened in anticipation of my orgasm, which just put more of his weight and body pressure into me. I unleashed with enough grunts and groans to make up for David’s quiet orgasm.

We laid together, a hot sticky mess for about 20 minutes, until the sweat our bodies had produced had almost cemented our skin together. Peeling ourselves apart, and pulling my dick from it’s dark, pleasure filled home, was difficult. My sheets were soaked through, and the room looked like a tornado had hit.

But passionate it was. David fucked with such passion that I may be changed forever, unable to accept vanilla, tiresome, boring sex.

I’ll definitely be seeing more of this guy.

Passion

I really want a lover that burns with passion. I want to see the fire in his eyes when he looks at me from across the room. I want to taste his desire for me in the firmness of his kiss, and feel the weight of what we are going to do together as he paws at my body.

I want to be consumed in his energy as we enfold each other. I want to be driven mad by the scent of his lust for me, and hear him scream in the throws of passion.

I want to lose control together.

If I don't drive you mad with desire to the point where you almost cream your jeans with every sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell of me, then I'm not interested.

I won't do the work for you. I shouldn't have to. We should both be so consumed with passion for each other that we both will do anything to be together, closer, pinning and pawing, embracing and rocking, wishing we could turn each other inside out just to experience the inner depths of each other.

If you're a lazy lover who can't let go, can't show me how you feel with all five of your senses, then put your clothes back on and go home.

You deserve better, and so do I.

Locker Room Home Run

I don't think July 3rd could have been more perfect.  For those of you who keep up with me on Kik or Google (and soon to be Facebook), you're already aware that my parents kicked me out just after graduation. Since that time, I've been more focused on survival, and less focused on sex.  Still, I can't help that every so often, that urge just bubbles up inside of me and I find myself, no matter where I am, with a raging boner that just begs for attention.

Today was one of those days.  It started off after having a very hot and lengthy conversations with one of you (you know who you are).  Unfortunately I was in a public place, and couldn't take care of myself (although I did get caught by a young woman onlooker "adjusting" myself a little more than I should have been. She was pretty funny, trying to sneak peaks at my hand on my crotch while pretending to be slightly offended).

Because of my situation, I've been picking up a lot of extra hours at the pool.  I've had a few opportunities to peek at a few of the patrons naked in the locker rooms, or flirt, and heaven knows I've been up on the lifeguard station pressing the life preserver against my rock hard dick after endless waves of half naked men play eye contact games, adjust themselves so I can see, or sometimes, even flash me.  Usually, it's the older guys - some good looking, others not so much - who are daring enough and forward enough to catch my eye.  Often, the younger guys are more timid, still a bit scared of their sexuality.  I love the bashful glances and the flushed cheeks that get blamed on the sun.

Today, near the end of my shift, a trim, dark haired, guy caught my eye.  Not only was he hot, but he seemed to have a constant need for my attention.  He would splash people until I blew my whistle, run around the pool edge until I blew my whistle, swim rather close to the diving board areas (until I blew my whistle). And at one point, I was pretty sure he was hard under the water... and infraction for which there is no rule - so all I could do was hope he'd blow my whistle.

I lost track of him near the end of my shift - which isn't unusual.  As a lifeguard, lots of things can catch your attention, and whatever you were looking at previously can be quickly lost.  For sure, he wasn't in the pool anymore. There are a million reasons why he could have left: maybe it was just his time to go home, maybe he got bored or his friends hauled him off to get something to eat, etc.

Since having been kicked out of my parents' house, I've been living in my car. Obviously I find myself very lucky to have a job where I have access to showers every day.  After my shift, I did a quick walkthrough of the locker room (as I'm supposed to), gathered a couple of personal belongings people left to take the lost and found, and went to my locker to change.  My locker has become a bit of my personal closet space - I have all my necessities there: soap, shampoo, deodorant... condoms...

There is a shower near the back that isn't set up like the pool showers.  The pool showers have multiple heads built into one stall, and are best for quick rinse-offs required by pool rules.  The back shower is a single head, more private, although the water is still just as cold.

I stripped out of my lifeguarding clothes, and as my limp cock fell out of the black shorts I was almost painfully aware of how full and heavy my balls felt.  They ached after the hot chat session I had on Kik this morning, and I knew they needed release.  I wrapped a towel around me and took my soap and shampoo with me to the private shower, knowing full well that the cold water wouldn't be pleasant, but that I was going to have a long, slow, shower jerk anyway.

I pulled open the heavy glass shower door, and to my complete and under shock and amazement, there was my dark haired beauty, butt naked, furiously beating his dick.  I was so stunned and this scenario caught me so off guard that I uncontrollably gasped and dropped my shampoo bottle.

The look on his face was priceless: his face flushed a deep burgundy as his embarrassment made him flush.  His body tensed, and his hands moved to cover his crotch as he pressed his back into the wall.  "Oh shit," he cried. "I... I..."

I was still speechless, but by this point I had noticed that his hands weren't big enough to cover his raging boner.

"God," I said, looking him up and down, surprised he still hadn't moved or said anything.  "Really?"

He just stood there, totally frozen.

Josh

In spite of the fact that I was keenly aware that my limp dick was lurching and starting to grow, I pulled my towel off and offered it to him. "This will cover you better than your hand," I chided, although tried to make it sound as flirty as possible.  I then stepped into the shower and pulled the water on for him. "You know, if you turn on the water you won't be bothered.  No one knows you're in here otherwise."

When I turned back around, he had finally moved.. right into my way, blocking my path to the door.  The cold water was running down my chest and back, the trails tickling and making me shiver.  The guy wasn't looking at my face, but at my chest, at the cool water that was making my nipple hard.  The only way I could describe the look on his face was... thirsty.

I should have been annoyed that my only towel was getting wet, but instead, my head swam with excitement.  This little bastard was a troublemaker... he was purposely taunting me in the pool.  I wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Go ahead," I said, and he finally looked up at me.

"Are you going to tell anyone?" he asked, genuinely worried.

"Fuck no. I don't give a shit." I shrugged.

In response he put his hand on my chest, his finger tips lightly brushing my erect nipple. My cock had leapt to life, fully hard in spite of the cold shower.

"I'm Marc," I whispered as my lips inched closer to his.

"I know. I'm Josh."

His lips met mine, and our hands groped at each other's bodies until we found each other's dicks.  He moaned lightly and squirmed under my touch, happy to let my hand pick up where his had left off.  I don't know if it was the juxtaposition of the cold water and his hot mouth, or the fact that I hadn't been this horny in a long time, but my hormones were surging, making me feel like I was in a dream.  When Josh's mouth found it's way slowly down my stomach, finally swallowing my dick, I let out a moan much louder than I had anticipated, and I found myself briefly hoping that no one else was in the locker room to hear it, before falling back into a mindset of pure ecstasy.

Then he stopped, he stood up and wiped his mouth "You precum a lot."  I wanted to taste what he was tasting, so I kissed him roughly.

"Suck mine," he commanded.

I didn't have to be told twice.  I reached around and grabbed his ass, and pulled his cock deep into my throat.  I wanted to taste it all.  His pubic hair smelled of chlorine, and his cock tasted salty - probably from the mixture of precum and sweat that no doubt covered his shaft from his prior jerk session.

I found myself wishing it was bigger.  I pulled it all into my mouth but was hungry for more.  I heard Josh cursing under his breath as he fucked my face. "Fuck yeah, oh God that feels so good.  Holy shit."

I really wanted his cum in my mouth, but my dick was begging for attention.  While my head swam with desire, I couldn't ignore my dick as it throbbed and ached to be buried in Josh's ass.

Without even realizing what I was doing, I popped Josh's cock out of my mouth and spun him around, burring my face between his cheeks.  He protested at first, but my hand reached up and firmly pushed on his back, forcing his face against the shower wall as my tongue slid into the soft pillowy flesh of his puckered hole.

Once I was there, it was like my mind quieted.  All the frantic horny-ness settled into a euphoria of feeling - like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.  In his flesh I found a peace and a calm that I had been missing since my parents asked me to leave - a place of belonging.

I wanted Josh to belong to me.  I needed to feel like I owned something.  I know that isn't the most romantic of all emotions, and ownership and objectification of a person is not a noble pursuit, but in this moment, that ass was mine.  I started to slide myself inside when his discomfort was obvious. "You're big," he groaned, pulling away from me, but the shower wall stopped him for being able to retreat very far.

"I'll be careful," I whispered into his ear, tightening my grip on his cock, sliding my hand to the underside of his balls, and using my reach-around-and-under grip to pull him back into me.  I rubbed my slippery dick in his crack, enjoying the firmness of the muscles.

Josh was enjoying it too.  The tip of my cock rubbed back and forth across his opening, making him relax, and moan.  I could feel the sexual energy in his body as his ass started pulsating with my rhythm.

I finally pushed it in, slowly at first - starting with the tip.  He balked a little, but I felt his sphincter relax as I rubbed his balls, and I got all the way in.

We fucked slowly.  Josh seemed to enjoy it most slow, deep, and tight.  At one point, I wrapped my arms all the way around him in a bear hug as I fucked him.  I felt his body tense - I thought he must have been in pain, but when I stopped he begged me to keep going, to hold him harder, to fuck him deeper.

I pressed my whole body against him while pulling his into mine.  His muscles were hard and tense, his ass felt amazing as I pumped my dick deep inside.  Suddenly, and without much warning, he orgasmed, spraying the shower wall with stream after stream of hot boy cum. I had misread the tension in his body.  It wasn't pain; it was a building orgasm!

My hands were no where near his dick when he came - and as usual, the though of me making him cum sent me over the edge, and I came deep inside him.  As my dick throbbed, thudding over and over, he squealed, begging for it end.  He was so sensitive after he orgasmed, I couldn't help be reach down and slide my hand over his dick, just to feel his whole body shutter.

I licked his earlobe, still inside of him, both of us using the shower wall for support.  We breathed heavily, and the slight up and down motion of his breathing echoed through his whole body, and down my cock.

We finished our shower, and this time actually cleaned up.  He left the shower first, and when I finally stepped out, I was surprised to find myself confronted by a co-worker, who nodded toward Josh, and flashed me a knowing grin.

I think he may have been a bit jealous.  So we'll have to see what comes of that.  Maybe I'll get a second round of my locker room fantasy - which I have to admit, was just as good as I thought it would be.

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Not Top, Not Bottom, Middle.

Hi Guys! Sorry I've been MIA.

I've been so busy preparing for my high school graduation, dealing with family drama, and chatting with some people on Google+ that I've hardly had time to masturbate, let alone hook up.  Last week I took a trip downtown to a little store called Cahoots. In Salt Lake it's one of the best gay friendly places.  I get my condoms there when I don't have time to order them online. There's also a great coffee shop next door and a park just a few blocks away that I like to walk.

After a brisk walk around the park, I was sitting on a bench enjoying the eye-candy, when I noticed two guys noticing me.  We locked eyes for a bit as they walked passed; they smiled so I did too.  This wasn't the first time I've made eye contact with a gay guy or two at the park, so I didn't think much of it and went back to watching the dicks... I mean the ducks.

I hadn't been sitting very long when I noticed them coming toward me again.  They must have turned around, because there was no way they would have been able to walk all the way around the park again in such little time.

"Hey," one of them said as they approached.  "I'm Kyle, and this is my boyfriend Ben.  We just finished our walk, and wondered if you wanted to go to Coffee Garden and get a drink with us?"

I agreed... and the most boring part of the evening became the cup of coffee...

They took me back to their apartment afterwards, which was within walking distance of the coffee shop.  I'm no idiot. I realize what it means when someone in the gay community invites you back to their house to "watch a movie."

They did put a movie on, and we sat on the couch, covered in a blanket.  The main menu of the movie hadn't even loaded yet before Ben had his hand down my pants. My cock was soft, but sprang to life as a wave of excitement rolled over me.  I don't know if it is normal, but it seems like every time I get a boner I become very aware of my heart.  Maybe it's the extra blood flow that makes it thump, or maybe it's the excitement that twists my stomach into endless knots. I've never fooled around with a couple before, and they hadn't said anything about rules, or do's and don'ts, but it didn't seem like they were going to waste any time.

I was sitting between Kyle and Ben, as Ben slowly stroked my dick under the blanket, not making eye contact, feigning interest in the movie. So I figured it was only appropriate to pay-it-forward and reach for Kyle's cock.

Ben was definitely the cuter one, and it must have been obvious to Kyle what he was doing under the covers, because his dick was already hard. He didn't jump or squirm when as my hand groped around for his dick in his pants.  Instead, he just repositioned himself so I had easier access.

We stroked each other until all three of us were spewing precum.

Kyle and Ben

"That's enough of the movie," Kyle finally said, breathing heavily.  He pushed the blanked off of him, exposing his hard cock, and guided my head and lips down to it.  I leaned and started sucking the wood, bobbing up and down, tasting his precum.  The musk of his crotch filled my nostrils as Ben pulled my shorts off, and started fingering my ass.  His light touch on the opening of my hole, while my mouth was filled with Kyle's dick, made my whole body tingle.  At first I thought it was Kyle who was moaning, but then realized it was my voice, and I was too caught up in the sensations to even notice the sounds that were escaping my throat.

Kyle was not shy about running his hands through my hair, gripping it tightly, and holding it in place while he aggressively stabbed the back of my throat.  I buckled and almost lost it when Ben's tongue replaced his finger on my ass, the warm, wet flick caused my cock to explode precum.  I didn't want it to go to waste, and since no one else was paying attention to my cock I wrapped my own hand around it and started stroking.

Kyle quickly swatted my hand away.  "Oh no.  None of that," he scolded.  "No wasting a single stroke that can be spent in my ass."

I took the fact that he pushed my head off his dick, and spun around to give me plain and easy access to his butt as an invitation that needed no RSVP.  He put his arms over the back of the couch, and bent over, seductively shaking and flexing his cheeks.

Suddenly I was slapped from behind.  Ben open handedly, but rather harshly, stung my ass.  The sensation was curious - I can't say I'm entirely into pain, but I didn't dislike it either.  "You want my boyfriend's ass, don't you?" he growled.

I did.  My dick was aching for action.  I hadn't been allowed to touch it, and they hadn't spent much time playing with it, and it was hard, and leaking, and begging to be buried in a nice, warm, masculine hole.

Ben grabbed my hips and pulled me into him.  My backside hit his hard body and I melted into him.  "You can have that ass if I get yours," he whispered in my ear as he slid a condom down my dick.

Then, almost sensing a hesitation that wasn't there - maybe my inexperience was showing, but it was almost like Ben was playing a part that he suddenly broke out of. "That ok with you?" he asked almost sweetly.

"Hell yeah," was the only response I could choke out.  I was so tense, so tight, so wanting to explode all of my emotions out through my dick that I was finding it hard to even breath.  My stomach was in knots of excitement and anticipation, and damnit! I wanted to FUCK!

I pushed my cock against Kyle's hole with nothing but the lube that normally comes on a condom.  I felt the latex stretch and my dickhead pushed against Kyle's sphincter.  I wanted inside, and didn't want to wait.  If it hurt, Kyle didn't show any pain as his back arched and he pushed against me. "Oh yeah, Marc.  God get it inside of me," he panted.

Knowing that I would want someone to take it easy, and use a lot of lube, I restrained the desire I had to just shove my dick in, but it took almost every ounce of control I had to take the time to lube up.  I was rewarded though, when I finally sunk myself, balls deep, into Kyle's hot ass.

It took a while for Ben to get in in this position.  Kyle was hanging half over the back of the couch, while I was standing, or leaning, against the couch cushions.  Ben was totally standing, pushing his dick against my back door.  I had never had sex standing up - and it wasn't easy - they sure make it look a lot easier in the porno flicks, and I have a new respect for those guys who can just do it up against a wall.  He finally did get it in, but the sensation was insanely overwhelming.

Every time I thrust into Kyle, Ben's dick would slip, and when I pulled out of Kyle, Ben's dick would go slamming back in.  Ben matched my rhythm well enough, but I found I had more control being in the middle than what I thought.  I took full advantage of the situation, and made the fucking all about me.  When my dick wanted more movement, I would pull Ben's hips into me tightly so I could work Kyle's ass without too much movement from behind.  When I wanted a little more pressure on my prostate I'd pull tight into Kyle, and let Ben control the thrust.  Eventually, I found a place where Ben wasn't pulling out so much (the part I find I dislike), but I had full range of fucking motion in Kyle's ass.

I wasn't prepared for Kyle to cum, and I don't think he was either. He groaned so suddenly that I thought I must have done something to hurt him, but when I stopped to check he started yelling at me to keep fucking him, and Ben was hitting me so hard from behind that my dick buried back into his ass without any thrusting from me.  I felt my dick get stopped by his throbbing sphincter, then let back in as it relaxed with every spurt of semen.

I was so caught up in the sensations of the evening that I wasn't even close to cuming.  Ben seemed to pick up on this and told me to just keep going.

"Yeah, keep fucking me, oh my God keep fucking me," Kyle repeated, though his body was more slacked and I could tell the experience wasn't as pleasurable for him as it had been before he came.

"How close are you?" I asked Ben.

"I'll cum with you, whenever you want."

I grabbed Kyle's hips and positioned him in my magic spot again, and started humping with the intent to build my orgasm.  My sudden show of leadership must have turned Ben on, because he wrapped his arms around me and matched my rhythm.  It didn't take long for me to feel the intense pleasure that starts at the base of my dick as my balls pull up tight and my toes start to curl.  My muscles tensed, and Ben started screaming in ecstasy.  "Yeah, you're going to cum, I'm going to cum.  Shoot it! Yeah!"

And I did.  Ben's cock thrusting into my ass as mine plowed Kyle's powered my orgasm.  The orgasm was so intense that my knees locked and I couldn't even keep thrusting.  My whole body just froze in a tightened mass of muscle and bone.  I've never had an experience like that before or since, frozen in complete orgasmic pleasure.  Ben pushed in one or two more times before my ass muscle completely tightened on his cock and his balls exploded.  We all just stayed frozen there for what felt like a while, Ben heaving, his arms around me, my hands on Kyle's now totally relaxed and exhausted hips, all of us breathing heavily, dripping with sweat.

We never did finish the movie.  I had to get back home soon after we finished, but it was nice to channel all my frustration and stress through my dick into a powerful orgasm.

Straight Boys Aren't All That Exciting

I've been going to the gym a lot lately. Some frustration with my family has made me want to be away from the house as often as possible. Mostly, my parents are hyper-religious, and anything gay offends them beyond belief. My step-father has been making life difficult lately, and unfortunately Mom's feelings aren't much different.

Wednesday, I hung out a bit longer than usual after school, just talking with some friends, when I mentioned that I was probably going to go to the gym right after I got home. 

Will, a straight guy in our group who isn't really a good friend of mine, asked if I needed a lifting partner. He'd been meaning to go to the gym more, but had no one to go with. We agreed to meet and maybe make it a regular thing. 

Now, I'm gay, young, and horny, so naturally the gym is one of my favorite places. There is always some eye candy, and the idea of sweaty, hard bodied guys with high heart rates gets my heart rate (and my dick) up. My gym fantasies are among my most common imaginings during long masturbation sessions. 

As soon as I arrived at the gym, I immediately scanned the crowd. Of course I would love to walk into the locker room, find some hot naked guy, and put on a show for all the guys in a porn-like fantasy turned orgy – but in reality I understand that it's mostly only crazy older dudes who aren't fun to look at that let their balls fly in the locker rooms. 

Still, I can't get the fantasy out of my head every time I walk through the doors, and picking the guys I'd want to see naked is always motivation for my workouts. 

“So, you've come out, like all the way,” Will said, interrupting my thoughts as he helped me lower the bench press bar to my chest. I had been so caught up in my own gym fantasy world, that I hadn't even bothered to notice his crotch hanging right over my face. He's straight... and I have a mental block with “straight” that just says “off limits.” 

“Yeah,” I responded, pushing the bar back up and hooking it on the bench. “Why?” 

Will's face actually looked a little guilty. “I told my parents about you coming out. They're cool, but I think they called your parents, just to see how they were doing and make sure you were ok and stuff.” 

Now I know why my parents are acting so weird. 

Will wouldn't meet my eyes. I had forgotten that Will had an older brother come out a few years ago. 

“You think they talked to my parents, or you know they did?” I asked, already knowing by his guilty look. This must have been why he wanted to meet up at the gym. He had to get this off his chest. 

“Well, my family isn't... like yours...” he stammered. Not like mine meaning Mormon. “They were worried that you wouldn't get the support, or the safe sex talks,” his eyes finally met mine. 

“It's cool dude. They aren't cool, but whatever. I've got some other people to talk to about the sex stuff, so it's fine.” 

We moved over to the free weights. 

“Well, you know me,” he continued... or started... I couldn't determine which. 

And I did know about him. Will was long term relationship oriented, but not a stranger to sex. I first heard about his experience from a girl who he slept with when they were 14. A lot of girls felt he pressured them into sex, but none of them were complaining. He's probably corrupted more religious girls in our school than anyone else I had known, and he was known for being a bit freaky in bed. But I didn't really know what he was getting at, and had no desire to talk pussy with this kid. 

“I like having stuff up my ass,” Will blurted out. I almost dropped my weight. Not exactly where I thought this conversation was going. “I'm definitely not gay though.” 

I actually didn't need the clarification, and didn't even find this odd. I actually know quite a few straight men who enjoy anal stimulation. In fact, my friend that got married a few weeks ago has a dildo of is own. His wife asked me what I thought of that and the fact that he liked it used while they were having sex, and whether that meant he was hiding any gay tendencies. 

I expressed my personal opinion to Will. Liking anal sex doesn't mean your gay. If you have an emotional connection and desire an emotional relationship with a guy, that means your gay. 

“Do you think I could try anal sex for real? And not have someone think that I want to be gay? It's really just a curiosity thing. A dildo feel fine, but I kinda want to know what it's like for real.” 

My face flushed a bit – and the undertone of this conversation was taking an unexpected turn. Will was nervous talking about this with me. I couldn't tell if it was because I'm gay and he wanted to make sure I understood that he was a straight man who just enjoyed anal play, or what. But there was something else in his tone... a hint of excitement. It made me excited... and I happened to glance at Will's crotch in the mirror. He was half hard in his basketball shorts. Fuck... my head was reeling. 

I tried to joke about it, “Well, anytime you're up for it,” I laughed, but it sounded a little forced. 

“Would you tell anyone?” 

I felt the blood drain out of my face and down into my dick. Were we seriously having this conversation? 

“No,” I responded as seriously as I could. “It's no ones business" (I failed to mention "except my blog readers).

“Cause if my girl found out... You're blushing.” 

“I just cant' tell if your punking me.” I laughed nervously again. 

“No kissing, no sucking, no touching my dick. I don't want to touch yours.” 

He was really rambling off his rules! 

“I'll put in porn, you wear a condom, I'll jack off. I shoot, you leave.” 

“You're serious?” 

“Can we go now, before I change my mind? You got time?” 

Will isn't the most amazing looking guy in the world. He's cute in his own sort of way, but isn't cut like Ryan or Eddie, or even Chad at the Home Depot... but here I was, less than 4 weeks since I lost my virginity having a straight guy ask me to fuck him. 

How could I say no? 

We left the gym quickly, and I followed him back to his house. While I was driving he called, and we spent the whole trip talking about anal sex. He asked questions about whether I liked it, and I told him the truth “Love the orgasm, not the biggest fan of what it takes to get there.” 

I was rock hard the whole way to Will's house, and when we finally pulled into the driveway, and he got out, it was obvious he was too. He had to tuck his boner a little more securely into his shorts after he stood, the sight of which made my dick start spewing precum. My heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it in my ears, and I was quite sure the color hadn't returned to my face yet. I was about to fuck a straight guy. 

I did take notice that Will's house was empty. I still don't kow what his parents do for a living, or why no one else was home, but we made our way to the basement living room. Will wasted no time putting on a porn DVD, and only glanced at me slightly as he pulled his shorts off.

Will

His dick was pretty average, and hairier than I prefer. In fact, all of him was a bit hairier than I prefer, but he was still fuckable... I followed suit, dropping my shorts, and peeling off my shirt. 

Will's eyes grew wide. “Shit, you're bigger than my dildo.” 

What guy doesn’t' like to hear that? 

Once we were naked my nervousness didn't subside like it usually does. I was very unsure of myself. How would we start? No kissing or foreplay? I couldn't play with his cock, or kiss him, or caress him in ways that I would with a gay man – he didn't want any of that. How would we go from naked, to fucking? 

And that's when it became a bit awkward for me. I just sat on the couch next to him, but not too close. I was nervous to watch Will jack his cock, because I didn't want him to be uncomfortable with me watching him. But here we were, naked together, he knew I was gay, so how much looking was allowed? 

After a few minutes of awkward jerking (for me anyway, he seemed fine), he said “Ok, get a condom on.” 

I complied, and took a moment as I slid the condom down my dick to close my eyes and enjoy the experience. I was about to fulfill a common gay-guy fantasy – to be the first guy to fuck a straight dude. 

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that Will's ass was right in front of me. The sight of it caused blood to flood into my dick. If I was at all flaccid due to anxiety, the sight of Will's ass hanging precariously over my dick overcame my cock's reservations. 

Will was facing forward watching the porn, jerking himself with his right hand, slightly bent over my dick. I wasn't quite sure what to do, but he didn't resist as I took hold of is hips and guided him down. 

For a straight boy, he was very familiar with his ass. It didn't take him long at all to find his sweet spot and put just enough weight to slide the tip of my dick in. 

“Holy fuck, you're big,” he said.

“Holy fuck, you're tight.” I responded. 

“Yeah, don't talk ok?” 

He pulled himself up a bit, and I felt his sphincter push against my cock. The sensation sent tingles of pleasure up my spine. My dick ached to be inside of him. 

As he sat again I pushed, just a little, and my dick went about half way in. Will gasped a little, but then moaned and sat the rest of the way down onto my lap. 

“There it is,” I remember him saying. “Yeah, I'm going to plow that pussy with this cock in my ass.” 

I maybe laughed a bit at that line, but if Will noticed he was totally ignoring me now. I was his toy, his warm bodied dildo, and I after he started thrusting, I didn't mind. 

His rhythm was fast. Much faster than I would have expected. I held onto his hip bones to make sure he remained centered on my cock, 

“Fuck yeah,” he cried out. “Go ahead dude, grab my dick. Jack it. I know you want to.” 

And I did. One of my favorite things to do during sex is to jack the cock of the guy I'm fucking, especially in the reach-around position. 

His cock was covered in precum and lube, and slipped easily in my hand. I didn't have to do much jacking though, at this point he was bucking wildly, his dick sliding in and out of my hand with every bounce on my dick. 

I don't know how cognizant Will was of me being in the room, but he yelped and moaned and swore more than anyone I'd ever heard. I found his vocalization to be a big turn on. 

“Oh yeah baby, just like that. Fuck yeah I'm burying my cock in that sweet pussy. God your pussy feels great. It's so wet and moist. I'm going to slap that bitch ass of yours.” 

The woman on the TV screen, who I couldn't see thank God, started getting louder, and so did Will. 

“Yeah baby, cum for me. Cum cause I'm fucking your wet tight cunt.” 

I have to admit him yelling for someone to cum drove me wild. Between him screaming and the woman on the screen screaming, and his balls tightening, and his dick throbbing, I coudln't help it. I curled my toes and thrust into him, hard, over and over. 

He noticed the change in energy, but went with it screaming “Yeah yeah yeah!” 

And my dick exploded. Luckily, Will was very close, because he wasn't about to give up riding my dick just because I came. 

Every buck on my cock caused me to gasp in uncomfortable pleasure, my spine to buckle, and my legs to flail. “Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!” Will cried, followed by a gurgle that started low, almost like it came all the way from his dick and up through his mouth, getting louder and more high pitched as his balls retreated further and further into his stomach. 

I love the feeling of an exploding cock in my hand. It's the perfect reward for a job well done. Suddenly my hand and my legs were being covered in hot sticky semen that came out in a never ending spurt from Will's throbbing penis.

After it was over, Will practically jumped off my dick. 

“Fuck that was great. What the Hell, did you cum in me?” 

I looked down and noticed the condom, the tip ballooned out over my still erect dick, full of cum. 

Will had a slightly disgusted look on his face. “Ok dude, whatever, but get rid of that ok?” 

I flushed the condom, got dressed, and pretty much left with minimal dialog. The next day at school, I saw Will, and he asked me if I had ever seen one of those dick cloning kits. I laughed a bit, and told him he'd have to call me if he wanted my dick up his ass again. But I did consider making copies of my dick as a side business, if anyone's interested, LOL. I just need to find a place to make them. The kit video looks messy.  I'm sure doing it in my kitchen or in my dorm room in college is out.  Maybe I can rent out a science lab at the University of Utah or something. 

Honestly, while fucking a straight guy sounds pretty hot, it wasn't my most fulfilling experience. I found that I missed the foreplay, the dick sucking, the kissing, the caressing, and even a bit of the cuddling. So straight guy sex isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Even when gay guys are having sex just to get off, there is at least a mutual connection, a shared experience. 

I realize that this checks off one box on my Sexual Bucket List. I might be willing to help out Will again if the opportunity arises (pun intended), but we'll have to see. Maybe I'll steer clear of the curious straight boy, because wild mind-blowing fucking can only happen when both parties are sexually interested in each other. 

Or is this not true? What do you think? Also, should I clone my dick for Will? Is it teasing if I tell him he has to get it live, but then not give it to him if he comes calling because the experience wasn't as sexually fulfilling for me as I would have liked? Or should I just wait for his older gay brother to come to town and show Will what gay fucking is REALLY all about?

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A Locker Room Swing and Miss

The week after my birthday brought a lot of changes that were odd for me. Ryan, who I consider a very close friend (with benefits), was distant. On Monday I was chatting on Google+ with some of you readers, and one of you suggested that maybe Ryan was upset with me because he wanted to fuck me on the day I lost my virginity, and I didn’t let him. 

So after some suggestions from that reader (you know who you are), during lunch I took Ryan into one of the less populated hallways, ducked into a doorway, and told him I was sorry and that I wanted to make it up to him. 

We made out a little bit, and got each other hard, but knew we were limited on time and weren’t in a private place. We agreed to pick up where we left off later. 

I admit I had a plan, hoping to not only do what I wanted to do to mend things with Ryan, but also thought I might have an opportunity to cross off the locker room fantasy from my Sexual Bucket List (also, suggested by the same reader. You all really should hit me up on Google+! Or Adult Friend Finder which I just discovered - I'm mybonerandme, obviously, ha). 

Ryan is never on time for swim. I think it’s because he likes to change in peace... or he’s busy fucking some kid before every swim practice, who knows... so I made sure I was late on Monday too. Our locker rooms in the pool area have individual showers, and after Ryan had changed into his speedo, he got into one of them to do the routine pre-pool rinse-off. 

As soon as he entered the shower and the coast was clear, I walked into the shower stall, dropped my towel, and pulled the curtain closed. The look of shock on Ryan’s face was priceless. 

“What are you doing?” he said, not accusatory, but with curiosity. 

“It’s later,” I said, my dick already hard. 

Ryan looked at my dick and flushed. “But we have to go,” he said. I could see that he was torn – we were supposed to go to practice, but his cock had started bursting out of his speedo. 

“Looks like we aren’t going to make it today,” I responded, running my hand down his hard, dripping body. I pulled his speedo down, grabbed his hips, and pulled our dicks together. Our mouths hit at about the same time, and we quickly found our familiar make-out rhythm. 

Ryan

I dropped to my knees and put Ryan’s hard cock into my mouth. We are familiar with each other and have fooled around quite a bit, so we both know exactly how to please each other. Ryan really likes his balls to be tickled and pulled while he’s getting head, and a quick squeeze at the base of his penis always releases a gush of pre-cum that, when combined with his normal cock flavor, tastes sweet and reminds me a bit of brown sugar. 

Ryan Hard

I worked his cock, savoring every drop of pre-cum, until his balls began to tighten. Like I said, we know each other pretty well, so it didn’t take him long to get close. 

“Don’t cum yet,” I said. “I want you inside me.” 

It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the full truth. I haven't liked bottoming so far, except the climax, but it also turned me on to know what kind of pleasure letting him into me would bring him. 

“Do you have condoms?” he asked, just as I was about to ask him the same question. 

“Shit, no. You?” 

He shook his head. 

Lesson learned: if you want a locker room fuck fantasy, make sure you have condoms and lube in the locker room. We were both a little disappointed.  I just can't seem to make this sex thing go over perfectly, ha.

“Well, let’s finish here, and go back to my place and start all over,” Ryan suggested, breathing heavily. 

I agreed. 

“Turn around,” he said, positioning me with my legs spread and my hands up against the shower wall. He soaped and rinsed my ass, then buried his face between my cheeks. 

I had never been eaten out before. Even with the messing around Ryan and I have done, we have never licked each other’s assholes. I can’t believe how good it feels – I’m a huge fan. I couldn’t help but allow my face to smash against the shower stall and moan. 

“You’re too loud,” Ryan laughed, coming up for air. 

“Fuck that was amazing.” 

Ryan soaped my ass again, but instead of rinsing it, this time he ground his dick in between my cheeks, and started thrusting. He reached around and grabbed my cock, pulling me into him with every harsh stroke. His hands were so soapy and slick and wet, and the water so warm, and his dick so hot sliding against my hole over and over that it didn’t take long before I felt my balls climb, my muscles tighten and my toes curl.

“I’m gunna…” I yelped. 

“Me too,” he moaned as I felt thick sticky cum shots pump onto my back and ass. 

That set me off even more, and I came all over the shower stall and Ryan’s hands. 

And now, I understand the benefit of shower sex. Sure, I masturbate in the shower for the quick and easy cleanup, so I don’t know why I was surprised to learn that it worked with sex too. 

We washed, rinsed, and toweled off, stealing each other’s lips and teasing each other’s dicks as we put our clothes back on. 

Never did make it to our swim practice that afternoon. Instead, we snuck out of the locker room and Ryan took me home. I had dinner with his family, and afterwards I let him fuck me. But that will have to be another blog post :)

Oh, and I’m pleased to say that Ryan is now back to his old self, and our friendship (with benefits) is back to where it was before I didn’t let him fuck me.  This weekend we even visited some college guys up at the U of U and had a great time... perhaps also another blog post for later.

Home-Wrecker Hell

Friday night I had something happen that I believed only happened in movies and wet dreams.  It was about 11:30 when I woke to my phone buzzing.  Now, I'm the kind of guy who answers text messages in my sleep, so when I first read the message I was convinced I was dreaming. 

Remember Eddie? The message was from him, and it said, “I'm outside. You awake?”

I think this is the modern day version of a guy throwing rocks at your bedroom window.

I really had no idea why he was at my house, but told him to give me a minute (as my mind woke up, I thought that he must want to talk about Dan, but still wanted to wipe the sleep out of my eyes and brush my teeth). 

I went quietly out the front door, not because I was worried about my parents catching me outside this late (my parents are pretty understanding about the whole “friend in need” scenario, which I don't use as an excuse very often - and maybe Eddie really was in need), but out of courtesy.  I'm not one to sneak out of the house (in fact, have never done so. Maybe I’m not so adventurous ;] ).

As soon as I closed the front door, he was there on the porch. The look in his eye was animalistic, and there was something about the way he was looking at me in the moonlight, that made me instantly horny.

“Hi,” he said, stepping into my personal space.  He leaned in and kissed me. “I’ve wanted to get you on your own since that night...”

“Aren’t you with Dan?” I asked.

“Not tonight,” he winked.

I don’t want to be a home wrecker... Nevermind.  Maybe I do. Maybe I should add that to my bucket list.  Maybe it was evil, or wrong, but I invited Eddie in anyway.

When we got to the bedroom and shut the door, we literally tore each other’s clothes off. My dick was already straight up and dripping as I fell do my knees and dived right onto his cock.  His dick hit the back of my throat way before my lips hit the base.  He really is a mouthful.

I buried my nose between Eddie’s leg and ball sack and took a deep breath while my tongue probed around and he moaned.  Eddie smelled fresh, just out of the shower, but you can never completely erase the smell of musk.

Suddenly, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed; I didn’t realize how strong he was.  He laid on top of me and ground his hard dick into my belly while ferociously kissing me, forcing his tongue down my throat just like he had the first time we had had sex.  Before I even knew what was happening my legs were over my head and something cold and wet hit my asshole, causing me to gasp.  Talented guy that Eddie, I hadn’t even noticed he was pulling out the lube.

Eddie

“I don’t want to bottom,” I said, not sure whether or not it was true.

“You don’t want to try with a master?”

“Your dick is too big.”

“Trust me.”

He flipped me over on my belly and spent a lot of time rubbing his hard dick between my ass cheeks.  I couldn’t believe how good it felt every time his head probed my hole.  He held me close and whispered dirty things into my ear, and made sure to press hard enough that my own dick rubbed against my bed sheets.

Eddie told me later that he knew I was ready when my ass started to follow the rhythm of his dick, pushing against his cock in anticipation. He was inside me before I could even protest.

“Oh my God!” I cried, probably a little too loudly considering that my parents were sleeping just down the hall.

“See, not so bad,” he said, and started rocking.

The rocking is what hurt; actually, it was the pulling out part of the rocking.  The insertion was fantastic, but it took me a while to get used to the removal part of the thrust. Every time he went to pull out I wanted nothing more than his dick to go back in – all the way in. I wanted him deep, tight, inside.

I had never thought of bottoming on my stomach, completely flat like we were, but it worked, especially after Eddie wiggled his hand between the bed and my hips, and started stroking my cock.  Even during the slight amount of pain, the pleasure that came from pushing my dick into his hand as he thrust into my ass was worth it.

What I think I looked like, LOL

My orgasm built to a place I couldn’t have imagined, and was intensified by Eddie’s penis against my prostate.  I felt it building forever – further than the point I would have spewed masturbating, further than the point I would have spewed had I been inside Eddie, to a point where I couldn’t help but grunt as the pleasure built and built.

I was a little surprised that my orgasm didn’t go flying across the room. It sort of just dribbled out (and I’m usually a pretty big shooter). As my muscled finally contracted and the sperm shot out, I felt the muscle contraction being blocked by Eddie’s monster cock – and the orgasm kept going! Contraction after blocked contraction. I must have had twenty muscle contractions, in time with Eddie’s superb thrusting, and was left with a giant pool of spunk underneath me.

Eddie pulled out, flipped me over, tore off the condom and finished on my stomach.  The hot streams covered me from my chest to my dick as he grunted and shook.

We laid together for a bit, breathing heavily, recovering. The thought hit me that there was way too much sperm covering me to clean up with a tube sock!  Instead, I just used the top sheet of my bed to clean up, and threw them all into a pile while Eddie dressed.

I walked him out, he kissed me goodnight, and went home to Dan.

And I went to sleep with a giant grin on my face thinking about how I would spend my time after I died and went to Homewrecker Hell; probably having sex with the other homewreckers.

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Rough Hands = No Masturbation

I had a good night last night.  The day may have started off badly, but it ended... well... that blog post is forthcoming.

But for the rest of this weekend I'll be sanding a deck, just like my dad threatened.  It sucks too... my hands hurt so much and are so dry from the sawdust that I doubt I'll even be able to use them to jack off.  So guys: what are your favorite sex toys? After today, I'm going to need one... a REALLY big one... or twelve...

Sexual Bucket List

I was thinking I should get on some sort of schedule... a weekly post that happens on Tuesdays or something,  but sex is so unpredictable.  If I'm getting laid once a week I consider that awesome, but what if it happens twice? Or not at all one week? Do I queue up my experiences by posting only once a week, maybe skip the most boring, or do I just post as it happens when it happens?

For now, I think I'll just post as life allows, and experiences happen.

Today, I'm sitting in history class thinking about bucket lists; specifically sexual bucket lists.  I realize some of these may be controversial, but here are my top 10:

1. I want to have sex in the school before I graduate. Locker room fantasy preferred.
2. I want to have sex in a swimming pool.
3. I want to have sex in a car.
4. I want to have sex outside... camping, or in the mountains.
5. I want to fool around with a straight guy (I realize some people find this homophobic. I look at it as   helping a brother out)
6. I want to have sex at the gym.
7. I want to be the one to deflower a virgin.
8. I want to get blown at a club, by a stranger, in some dark back ally.
9. I want to have sex with a bisexual dude and his girlfriend (as long as I don't have to fuck her).
10. I want to masturbate in a class, or somewhere in public.

Have you done any of these things? If so, I'd love to hear your story.  Comment below, email me, or message me on Google+.

Rapunzel Gets Some Nuts at the Homo-Depot

I understand how Rapunzel must have felt being trapped in her tower. And I understand what she must have felt like when she finally got out.  I grew up in a tower of religiosity and over-protectiveness, which resulted in a lot of misunderstanding and dishonesty.  My parents tightened their hold when  I told them I was gay, but they don’t know I have a prince of my own who makes my tower bearable… and that prince is sex.

On Thursday my dad made me go to the Home Depot with him to pick up some supplies for the deck.  He thinks it will be good for me to do something “manly” with him…  and anything that requires hard work or getting your hands dirty is his type of manly work.  My dad is a bit oblivious to gay people, so to him, a hardware store is about the straightest place in the world.  He doesn’t seem to realize just how many gay people go nut shopping, lol.  They don’t call it the Homo-Depot for nothing!

We were in the stain isle when a 20-something caught my eye.  We played the look-but-pretend-not-to-look game for a bit while my dad blabbed about how I was going to do nothing this weekend but sand the deck to prepare  for a new coat of varnish.

My resolution came to mind: no fear; every look to be acknowledged; no opportunity missed.

I clenched my stomach.  “Dad, I think I’ve gotta use the bathroom.”

“Huh, yeah. Whatever, Marc.  Just hurry up.”

And my heart started racing.

My brain was working overtime.  How would I get the 20-something's attention without alerting my dad? Should I skip over to the next isle and try to catch his eye? Were the shelves open enough to see through them? Shit, I hadn't planned this out.  How about maybe squeezing the dude's ass as I passed him, with the hopes that my dad wouldn't see? Maybe I could pretend to adjust myself while my back was to my dad? Or would that be too subtle?

My brain does that sometimes – it underestimates my power as a pheromone and hormone heightened  a 18-year-old boy.   Before I could even think of how I was going to get the guy's attention, he nodded to me, glanced at my dad, and then started following me.

When we got into the bathroom, the guy spoke. “Hey, I'm Chad.”

“I'm Marc,” I responded.

“You're cute, but look really young.  Was that your dad?”

“I turned 18 last week.  You interested in me, or him?”
Chad grinned, “What you wanna do?”

“Can I take a picture of your dick for my little black book?” I asked shyly – failing to mention that my “little black book” was this blog... online... and public, * wink *.

“Sure. Just no face shots,” Chad replied, unbelting his pants.

Then he did something unexpected; instead of dropping his pants, he pulled them out.

“You'll have to come over here,” he grinned. “That way I know no face pics, and I get to see yours too.”

Chad

As soon as I got close enough and took the picture, he grabbed for my dick through my pants.

“Do you kiss?” he asked.

“Sure,” I responded – and his lips hit mine.

We found the larger handicapped stall, and dropped our pants to our knees.

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” he asked as he turned the lock on the stall door.

“No. You?”

“Once, but I want to all the time. You're so damn hot.”

He took his shirt off while his dick hardened, then pulled me into his body.  He was so warm. I have fallen in love with the feel of two human bodies pressing together in lust.  It makes me feel so alive.

Something Chad did that I really enjoyed was that he held the back of my head while he kissed me with one hand, while jacking me off with the other.  I kept trying to pull him in closer to me, but then there was no room for our hands to work each other's cocks.

So we switched to grinding on each other for a while.  I was pushed up against the bathroom wall. Our precum was sufficient to wet our bellies enough to create the perfect dick slip-and-slide.

That was when the bathroom door opened.

“Hey Marc, you in here?”

Chad recoiled briefly, but then dropped to his knees.

“Yeah, Dad.  Almost done.  Give me a second will ya?”  It was hard to keep my voice from cracking as Chad's lips slipped over my penis.

And I wasn't lying . I was almost done.  All I needed was a few more seconds.  I exploded all over Chad's face. He sputtered a bit and said something like “God, give a guy some warning next time.”

“Sorry,” I scrambled as I pulled my pants up and grabbed my shirt from off the floor.  “I've gotta go, thanks!”

I realize it was a little selfish of me to just leave him there in the stall to finish himself, but luckily my dad had spooked him enough he didn't seem too disappointed.  He seemed pretty unhappy about me cumming all over his face too, but can you tell when a guy's about to cum? Seriously.

The drive home was a little quieter than usual, but if dad noticed he didn't say anything.

Have you had any hot impromptu or public encounters? Tell me about them in the comments, and send me your pictures, damnit!

I Lost My Virginity at a Porn and Brownie Party

Since this post is the story of my de-virgin-ing, it’s bound to be a bit long.

A porn and brownie party, I'm told, is a bit like a pleasure party. People get together and demo some adult toys, talk about sex, play games, and – in the case of porn and brownies – watch porn and eat brownies.  While pleasure parties are geared toward women, a porn and brownie party can involve any (or both) sexes and sexual orientations.

I helped to put together a porn and brownie party last weekend and, to be honest, I wasn't sure I was going to have sex.  I decided to invite three people, and the guys who hosted are a couple who invited 2 more.

I invited this guy from my swim team, Ryan (names have been changed to protect the innocent, rofl). He and I had fooled around before but nothing too serious (and since I wasn't 18 when that happened and am not sure of how legal it is to talk about on an 18+ blog, I guess I'll just say that we've been jerk off buddies throughout high school). I also invited Dan, who is a 22 year old college guy I've been hanging out with a bit, and his boyfriend Eddie, who is from Brazil (O-M-G).

To make a long story short and get to the good stuff, we all had dinner, made fun of some Hentai porn, played “Pick-the-Dick” where you match a guy's face to his junk, and got to know each other.

I think I sprung my first boner when Ryan pulled out his cock, but that was probably just a reaction of habit. We were watching a POVvideo with a blue-eyed guy with an accent (click the picture to preview the video - thanks for setting that up PornandBrownies.com guys...), and Ryan's excitement was contagious. We locked eyes while he stroked his thick dick, his blond hair falling carelessly across his forehead. I don't know why that image is seared into my memory from that night –but I'm glad it is: the cock, the hair, the hard horny gaze as he glanced down at the bulge in my pants.

But like I said, I wasn't sure I was going to have sex...until Eddie, who was sitting next to me watching the whole exchange between me and Ryan, put my hand down his pants. Holy... shit... that boy was hung. I think Eddie gets that reaction alot, because he had a knowing grin on his face in response to the surprise I must have had on my own.  It was that moment that my mind was made up.

The party hosts had set up a bedroom specifically for me...just in case.  I don't remember how we actually got there (my head was a little drunk with excitement), but it was really nice.  Crisp white sheets, billowy curtains, a bowl of condoms, and lube (which I liked so much I'll plug right here) – what more could a boy ask for!

Dan surprised me a bit. He looks like such a pocket-homo/twink with his clothes on, but off, he had a very thick treasure trail and a bush that would make excellent work for an arborist, so that was a bit disheartening. Eddie must have felt the same way, because he almost immediately dropped to his knees and started sucking me – and he had a voracious appetite.

Again, without going into too much detail, I've had lips on my dick a time or two before – Ryan's lips, actually. But Eddie has Brazilian lips... full, tight, strong, Brazilian lips... and no apologies. Ryan was good, probably as good as a high schooler could be, but Eddie acted with experience and purpose as his head bobbed up and down my shaft, sending waves of pleasure reverberating up my spine.

I wish I had words to explain exactly what Eddie's mouth felt like – but I'm sure everyone reading this can understand if you think about your best blowjob ever. It was warm, and wet, and soft, and hard, and I kept driving myself deeper and deeper until I was thrusting into the back ofhis throat.  He moaned a little but didn't pull back or protest (and the moaning just vibrated enough to make the experience even better! In fact, I'm pretty sure at this point I grabbed Eddie's head and held myself in as far as I could, past the back of his throat). His pillow lips remained tight at the base of my dick, my balls smashed into his chin.

I don't know how long I would have held him there, but I only let go because Ryan surprised my by pulling me from behind into his hard body.  In my ecstasy, I had almost forgotten other people were there. Ryan's lips brushed my ear, I could feel his rock hard cock trying to find it's way between my ass cheeks. It was wet andslick with precum.

Dan soon followed suit, writhing against me with his lips nibbling on my other ear, and Eddie finally came up for air. He kissed me. Hard. I thought maybe he was punishing me for sticking my dick too far down his throat by trying to do the same thing with his tongue.

“I've been wanting to fuck that virgin asshole for a while,”I heard someone say, although in the moment I wasn't sure who. In context, it would have had to have been Ryan.

I got a little nervous.

I had reached down to stroke Eddie's dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen.  “That's not going to fit,” I whispered, staring into his dark brown eyes.

“Don't worry,” he responded. “You can fuck me.”

Dan and Eddie proceeded to show me how, and I watched Dan take Eddie's cock with a bit of awe and amazement.  Ryan didn't let me pass the time idly.  We took turns sucking and jacking each other.

The things I learned from Eddie and Dan were pretty simple: Relax, use lots of lube, go slow at first, start with fingers, the more horny you are the better, and if you push out just a little it can help.

Putting a condom on when you are about to have sex for the first time is something a lot of people miss out on, or rush through. That is what one of the party hosts told me to really pay attention to your first time.  I get why people rush through it –throw it on – and bury it in, but I'm glad I got that piece of advice.  I found it so incredibly sensual when Ryan reached around me, and slowly unrolled a condom onto me.

Eddie had Dan face down on the bed, and stopped plowing his ass long enough to raise it and give me a devilish grin.  I got chided a bit for using too much lube too quickly, without warming it up (oops), but in my defense I was just too excited about burying my cock deep inside of Eddie.  I had already been in his throat.  I wanted to be in his ass!

The movie American Pie has it all wrong.  It doesn't feel like a warm apple pie.  It doesn't really feel like anything I could even describe.  It wasn't like gel, or like it feels when you stick your dick between the couch cushions, or even like masturbating with Crisco, butter, Vaseline, lube, oil, or soap.  As I slowly slipped my dick into Eddie's ass, it just felt... perfect. He moaned and winced, and pushed back against me and sighed.  I could feel when he tightened his abs, or his sphincter, or flexed, or wiggled.  Once I was all the way in he looked back at me with those brown eyes and that evil grin, and just asked, “You ready?”

I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to be ready for, but I really didn't care at this point. I think my response was something like, “Fuck yeah I'm ready.”

And then Eddie started fucking Dan again, and I was along for the ride.  All I felt like I could do was hold on for dear life.  Each time Eddie thrust into Dan I was bucked  ontop of them both, and each time he pulled out Eddie arched in just the perfect way to force my dick all the way into him.

As Eddie got faster, Ryan was there for me.  He held onto my upper body by wrapping one strong arm around me, while beating his meat with his other hand. I could feel his breath on my neck as he panted, “Please let me fuck you. God I want to fuck you.”

I won't lie – I wanted to see what it was like.  And while Ryan wasn't small in the penis department, he was smaller than Eddie, and Dan was taking Eddie like a champ; and he was smaller than me, and Eddie was taking me like a champ...

“You should let him in on this,” Eddie interrupted, reading my thoughts. “It's everyone's dream to be in the middle, and you should experience what it's like to fuck, and be fucked for your first time.”

Eddie shifted, and my cock popped out of him.  “You can come back in when there's a cock up your ass,” he chuckled.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t do it.  Ryan was trying to be careful, but he was in too big of a hurry, and I was too nervous or excited. It hurt, and I just couldn’t relax enough to let him all the way inside.  Eddie and Dan tried to give me pointers and help, but in order to not ruin the experience (or me on bottoming for life) we gave up pretty quickly.

Eddie was kind enough to let me back in anyway. Dan got on all fours so he could suck on Ryan while Eddie fucked him and I fucked Eddie.  Since there was no Ryan behind me to help me stay balanced I reached around Eddie and found Dan’s dick to hold onto.  It felt thicker in my hand than I had originally noticed, and with all of the lube/precum/whatever flying around my hands slipped easily up and down the shaft. Dan moaned with every stroke and thrust.

Ryan found his rhythm in Dan’s mouth and came first. I loved watching his muscles tense and his face contort while he tried to say “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”   As soon as his load hit Dan’s face I felt his dick explode under my hand.  Hot thick cum sprayed the bed, my hands, and Ryan’s legs. 

That set off Eddie, and it wasn’t long before I understood why.  His ass tightened around my dick as he neared completion and he started yelling “I’m gunna come in your ass, Dan.  Come on, Marc. Cum with me!”

I’m not sure of the exact timing, but I could feel Eddie’s muscles tighten on my cock with each spirt of his orgasm, which caused mine to rise up within me faster than I thought.  I pumped hard and fast as he cried out in pleasure and emptied my balls with a grunt of my own.

We all collapsed into one big heap, the smell of sweat, sex, and semen is something I hope I’ll never forget.

My first time wasn’t perfect (is anyones?), and was full of trial and error, but how many people can say they lost their virginity in a foursome, at a porn and brownie party?