“Come on in Brady.” Brady entered and walked into the
living room. “Have a seat.” Brady sat on the chair just oppo-
site the couch where Ray sat. Brady completely engulfed the
chair as he sat there in a slouched, spread legged position.
Brady’s tight white T-shirt looked wonderful as it stretched over
his perfect chest and teased as it showed his firm nipples. Ray
couldn’t take his eyes off of Brady’s tight fitting 501’s. Brady
was showing a basket that could probably be seen for miles with
the naked eye.

The two men had several beers and were feeling light headed.
They began talking about people who they knew. Brady mentioned
that he was having some problems with his latest girlfriend.
After talking about it for a while Ray got up, took Brady by the
hand and took him into the bedroom.

“Brady, have you ever had sex with another man before?”
Ray’s voice was shaky as he asked Brady the question.

“No…well not really. I guess I played a little when I was
in school, but it wasn’t really ’sex’.”

Ray stood Brady at the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning
Brady’s 501’s. Brady was caught off guard. “Hey Ray, what are
you doing?”

“You’ll see,” Ray answered. Brady knew what this was lead-
ing up to but somehow he was willing to relax and enjoy the
moment. He was not afraid of what was going on probably because
he knew that Ray would never hurt him. He trusted Ray and that’s
all that mattered to him at this point.

As Ray began to pull Brady’s tight fitting 501’s down the
massive legs, Brady removed the tight T-shirt that he was wearing
and tossed it on the floor. Ray untied Brady’s shoes and removed
them. Then he slipped the 501’s off of Brady’s legs and laid
them on the floor next to the T-shirt.

Brady’s cock had started to get hard while Ray removed the
501’s. It was just hard enough to push out firmly on Brady’s
white briefs. Ray could even see the outline of Brady’s cockhead
through the soft cotton material. Ray reached up and cupped
Brady’s basket in his hand and massaged his balls and cock
through the soft material. Brady looked down to watch Ray mas-
saging and squeezing his balls and cock through the briefs. “Oh
that feels good.” Brady whispered in a low voice.

Then Ray reached up and took a hold of the elastic waistband
and slowly pulled Brady’s briefs down. Brady’s cock bounced up
hard and throbbing as Ray pulled the briefs past it and released
it from it’s white cotton barrier. Ray continued to pull Brady’s
briefs down to his ankles, and Brady lifted his legs out of them.

“Brady, lay back on the bed, face down and make yourself
comfortable, I’m going to give you a really good massage.”

There was a sense of confusion in Brady’s face. He somehow
was expecting Ray to begin pawing at his cock, which was getting
harder in anticipation. Brady laid face down on the bed. It was
difficult for him to situate his hard cock so that he could lay
comfortably. Ray reached into the bedstand and took out a bottle
of massaging oil.

Ray began pouring the oil onto Brady’s back. As Ray began
rubbing the oil into the beautiful skin, Brady moaned sighs of
delight. Ray massaged Brady’s back and then his muscular legs.
Ray had never seen legs so well developed before. Then Ray began
massaging Brady’s cute bulbous ass. The oil dripped down between
the crack and Brady could feel Ray’s hands as they massaged down
the crack as if trying to catch the drops of oil. “Spread your
legs a little Brady,” Ray spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

Brady spread his legs just wide enough for Ray to reach down
between them and massage the bottom of his balls. “Oh, that
feels great Ray.” Brady was totally relaxed now and really
enjoying the massage.

“Ok, you hot looking dude, turn over so I can massage your
front side.”

Brady lazily turned over on his back, face up. His cock had
gotten flaccid, but was still firm enough to stand at a half
erect state. Brady looked down to watch as Ray poured more
massage oil onto his chest and legs. Then Ray began massaging
Brady’s chest and pecs and arms. Brady continued to moan his
sighs of approval as Ray masterfully kneaded Brady’s beautiful
well-developed muscles.

As Ray began to massage Brady’s abdomen and inch closer to
Brady’s pubic hair line, he noticed that there was obvious antic-
ipation, as Brady’s cock began to get fully hard again. In
seconds, Brady’s cock was standing up hard, erect, and throbbing.
Brady’s cockhead was so hard from the excitement that it was
almost purple. The skin around it was pulled tight. Ray contin-
ued to massage Brady’s abdomen, then he slowly worked his way
down to the base of Brady’s giant, hard cock. As Ray teased with
the pubic area around the base of Brady’s cock, he could see a
few drops of clear pre-cum emerge from the crown of Brady’s
cockhead. The drops of liquid gently ran down the cockhead and
then ran down the long, throbbing shaft of Brady’s cock.

Ray then moved his attention to Brady’s firm balls. He
poured a few drops of lubricant onto Brady’s balls and then began
to massage them gently. As Ray kneaded and tugged at Brady’s
balls, it caused his cock to bounce about in response. Brady
clasped both of his hands together and put them behind his head.
He was obviously enjoying this part of the massage best of all.

Soon Ray began to massage Brady’s muscular thighs and power-
ful legs. Brady sighed a deep breath of relief. He realized
that he was actually hoping that Ray would get on with the busi-
ness of massaging his aching cock. Ray continued to tease the
hunky man by moving his attention back up Brady’s legs and
slightly caress his balls and the base of his cock. Then he
would move his massaging hands back down Brady’s legs.

After fifteen minutes of this teasing massage, Brady began
to relax and enjoy the feeling that his body was experiencing.
Brady knew he was in “good hands” literally. Finally Ray moved
his hands back to the base of Brady’s hard, throbbing cock, but
this time instead of going back down Brady’s legs, Ray began to
slowly inch his way up Brady’s cock shaft.

The sensations sent chills up Brady’s back and he opened his
eyes and looked down to watch Ray as he began to massage the huge
throbbing cock. “Oh, my god, that feels fantastic.” Brady
moaned. The diameter of Brady’s hard cock was so big around that
Ray could hardly place his fist completely around it.

“Oh Brady, you can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this
to you. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years. Hoping I’d
get the chance to really give you the most exciting pleasure
you’ve ever experienced.”

Ray dripped more oil onto Brady’s dick as he continued to
slowly stroke up and down the shaft. “Oh, wait, stop you’re
getting me too close.” Ray moved his stroking attention down to
Brady’s nice, firm balls to give Brady’s dick a chance to cool
down a bit. Ray didn’t want Brady to cum too soon. He wanted
Brady to enjoy this for a nice long time.

After about a minute Ray gripped Brady’s cock again and
began the stroking action that almost sent Brady over the edge.
“I’m really gonna make your big cock feel good Brady,” Ray whis-
pered. “How does it feel to have another man whippin’ on your
big hard dick Brady?”

“Oh, Ray, it feels great, but you’d better stop or I’m gonna
shoot real soon man,” Brady answered in a breathless voice.

Ray continued working on Brady’s big dick, stroking the
good-looking dude almost to an orgasm then moving his attention
the Brady’s balls. Brady was squirming from side to side as Ray
stroked him closer and closer to the explosion point. “Oh,
Brady, look at your big cock gettin’ creamed man.” Brady looked
down at his dick as Ray pumped it at a nice even pace.

Soon Brady’s body began to writhe on the bed as his climax
was too close to stop. “Alright Brady, shoot it for me man.
Shoot that hot load of cum man. Let me pump that hot juice outa
your big dick man.” Ray began pumping Brady’s cock at a furious
pace as Brady began to moan and then scream in ecstasy. Brady’s
cock began to shoot his hot thick cum out. The first shot of
Brady’s cum hit Ray’s chest. The ecstatic sensations sent
Brady’s body into spasms of delight as Ray continued to pump the
hot, white cum out of Brady’s throbbing cock.

The ecstasy lasted at least fifteen minutes. When the
sensations died down Brady breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew,
that was great Ray,” Brady said in an exhausted voice.

“Are you ready for another session dude?” Ray asked.

“Oh, I don’t think so, not just yet,” Brady answered.

“‘Not just yet’? Does that mean you’d be willing to do it
again sometime?”

“Well, Yeah, I guess I’d let you do that again…do I need
to make an appointment?”

“You have an open appointment Brady. I really enjoyed doing
that to you as much as you enjoyed it.”

Brady and Ray rested for several minutes, then Ray suggested
that they both go take a shower and clean up. Brady agreed.
“Hey you didn’t cum yet. I think we’d better do something about
that,” Brady said as the two stepped into the shower.

“That sounds like a great idea to me,” Ray said, grinning.
“You can work on my dick and I’ll give your cock another pumping
just to make sure we got it all out. OK?”

“Sounds like a deal to me,” Brady said, returning the grin.

I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The

sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not

a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a little more protection than trousers.

I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the

limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road

straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a

road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.

Later on I found that I could have feelings of love for some of
my male classmates that were as intense as the feelings I had for
the girls. By my Junior year of high school, I knew I wanted to
have sex with Joe, but I didn’t know how to approach him. I
remember that I always kept track of where he was, and tried to
be near him as much as possible. He was older than I by almost
two years, since I started first grade at 5 and he had been kept
back one year.

At the end of the school year that summer the junior and senior
shop classes had a picnic at a large lake north of the city about
30 miles. If I was bad about Joe in class, imagine how it was
for me when I saw him in a bathing suit. He could have asked me
to do almost anything and I would have agreed.

Joe and Steve had always been good friends, and we shared a
mutual friend in Tommy. All three were in my classes. During the
afternoon of the picnic, Tommy came over to me and asked if I
would be interested in going out in a canoe. It sounded like a
good idea to me, so we took off with me in front and Tommy
paddling in the rear. As we paddled across the lake, we went
around a bend in the shoreline and were suddenly all alone. We
paddled along for a short while and Tommy said, “Man, I’ve got to
piss, but I don’t dare stand up or we’ll tip over. How about if
we pull in to shore for a minute?”

I agreed, and we headed toward a spot where we could get ashore.
We tied up the canoe and Tommy headed up a narrow path. He stood
at the top of the bank and pulled down his trunks. I could see
that he had a nice looking cock, and when he was done pissing, he
gave it a few tugs and it started to grow. I found this to be
exciting and could feel my own dick stir.

Tommy said, “I wonder where this path goes? Should we check it
out?” Without waiting for an answer he headed along the path. I
scrambled up the bank and caught up with him. We walked along
until we came to a clearing. Tommy stopped short and put his
hand out to signal me to stop.

In the clearing, lying on a blanket, were Joe and Steve. At
first I didn’t know who it was, because Joe was kissing Steve so
I couldn’t see either of their faces. What I could see was that
their hands were busy working on each other’s cocks. Tommy
whispered that we should stay very quiet and we’d get a good
show. Almost immediately Joe sat up and removed Steve’s bathing
suit. Then he stood up, removed his own, and knelt over Steve’s
face. He had his back toward us, so it was left to our
imaginations what he was doing. Whatever it was, it brought
Steve’s long tapered cock to attention. From the way that Joe
was undulating his hips, it was obvious that he was fucking
Steve’s mouth and I only wished I could see better.

Tommy must have read my mind, because he moved back down the path
a bit and quietly walked to a spot where we could see what was
happening.

Even from a distance Joe’s cock was stunning. I always knew it
would be beautiful. And his balls were quite heavy too. I
didn’t realize it at first, but Tommy had let me get in front
when we moved, so he was standing behind me now. I was suddenly
aware that his breathing was quite heavy, and when I turned
around I saw that his cock was out and he was caressing it as he
watched. I looked at it and then decided to do the same. As I
slid my suit down and took old peter in my hand, Tommy moved up
close behind me and whispered, “I’ll do that for you if you want
me to.” With that he slid his arms around my waist and went
straight for the cock. I almost came when he first touched me.
He realized I was close and only held it without moving.
Meanwhile, on the blanket, Joe had turned around and was putting
his cock back into Steve’s waiting mouth. Then he leaned forward
and took Steve’s tool in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He
took it into his mouth and I stared in fascination as his lips
moved all the way down to the base. Tommy whispered, “Isn’t that
fantastic?” It sure as hell was! Now Steve and Joe really went
to town, and before long Joe pulled Steve’s legs up and began to
caress Steve’s ass. I could see his fingertips as they searched
for the small opening. Once he had found it, he wet his finger
and then slowly inserted it. Now Steve began to buck up and down
and Joe just held his head still. As Steve fucked his mouth, Joe
pumped his own ass in slow motion and I could watch his thick
cock go in and out of Steve’s sucking lips.

I whispered to Tommy that I was going to come, and Tommy turned
me around a bit and knelt down in front of me. He squeezed my
throbbing cock and then gently caressed it while I watched the
scene in the clearing. Suddenly I felt the tingling in my balls
that means I’m about to come and then the rushing of that load up
to the end of my cock and out through the small opening. I
sprayed cum all over Tommy’s face, but he seemed to like it. (As
you can see, I still had a bit to learn).

The scene in the clearing had heated up too. Joe was working on
Steve’s cock and Steve was moving his ass like ninety miles an
hour. All of a sudden, Joe pulled Steve’s cock out of his mouth
and jerked him to a finish. Steve seemed to cum forever and Joe
licked it up like it was honey. Then he straightened up and let
his own load go all over Steve. All in all, there was a lot of
cum let loose in a few minutes time. Poor Tommy hadn’t gotten
his rocks off yet, but that got taken care of in a short while.

The big shock of the day was when I found out that this whole
scene had been carefully planned and staged by the other three.
They had been aware of vibrations from me, and were determined
that I would gladly join with them if I had the chance. I was
surprised, but felt good that they wanted to include me in their
games. That was really the beginning of a long relationship
among us. In fact, Tommy and I are still in touch today. There
have been some years when we kept in touch but didn’t see each
other because Tommy moved to San Francisco, but today we are
still glad to see each other.

People all around grabbed their belongings and scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile. Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed at a short distance and saw that she was laughing at something – that same girl he’d sat next to on the train. Part of me wondered if she was trying too hard. It wasn’t my business, but I kept wondering. A friend had been generous enough to offer me his spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in Chocolate City. There had always been something about the air in Washington that allowed the little head to take control of all higher functions. It was evident in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I thought I had drawn a line that I wouldn’t cross, but the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told myself as a consolation, he was ugly. But in truth, I wanted the sensation of his hips pressed against my thighs.

I was hungry. The smell of burgers with bacon, double meat and trans fats announced as neon beacons asking – clog thy Willie? I think not! Instant Chinese wasn’t much better, but it wasn’t as bad as the burger and fries. The food court on the second floor proved interesting. I found a spot advantageous to people watching with all the gender bias I could put into the art. The “obvious” twenty something’s were wearing their jeans teasingly snug in the crotch and hips, cut low around the waist – the next reincarnation of fashion. I shot the obligatory glance at a fine woman here and there just to throw a little confusion to anyone who caught me staring. Old habit. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I wondered if I’d be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didn’t matter. Nature was calling.

I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the bathroom to see who was going in, how long they stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing off the last of my snack, I headed toward the down escalator. There was a bookstore, coffee stand and a luggage shop that gave a partial view of who went in and out of the men’s room. Not a lot of traffic between arrivals and departures, and the entryway provided plenty warning. Turning into the bookstore I caught glance of a familiar profile out the corner of my eye. Pretending not to notice that he had noticed, I turned my back and picked up an issue of Ethnic Cuisine. His wife or so I thought, was saying something about the time. Something about a delay and souvenirs. Business. Kids. Crowded. Love. Concert. Wonderful friend. A lot of cooing. She was definitely trying too hard! I stopped listening. Shortly after they went to the seating area where he left her engrossed in the pages of a book and headed toward the toilet. After about a minute or so I figured he was involved in some serious number two or waiting. “Can I help you find anything?” His wife was an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?

“Sir?” I hadn’t noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine.

“No thank you. I was just browsing.” I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He was standing at the urinal with two empty spaces to his right. No dividers. Perfect. I slid my bag over by the sink next to his and he turned to see who had walked in. I gave a polite nod and stepped over. With practice you can check out a guys cock without him even knowing. The guy next to me still had work to do in that department. When I saw his head angling for my prick, I turned to look him in the eye and gave a half smile. Redness shot into his face. He swallowed, shifted then fumbled for his zipper. “So where are you headed” I asked, which threw him a bit and he just sort of stood there holding his dick not knowing whether to put it away or to play out the scene.

“Um. Actually a business trip” New York or some place East. I didn’t really care what his answer had been. I just wanted to get my rise and get out.

“Business trip. With your wife?”

“She’s not my wife” he started but then trailed off. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward as if to point out that he wore a wedding band. Yes, he was married but the lady hanging on his arm was not the Misses.

“No need to explain” I said and started to piss. On queue my dick started to swell and slow the flow to a trickle. I let out a breath of relief that was a little unnecessary, I could see that his cock had started doing a little rising of its own. I realized I was already crossing the imaginary line I’d drawn earlier. What excuse had I made to dismiss him? He slyly started stroking his cock and turned without shame to stare at me and did something I hadn’t expected, he reached over, grabbed my throbbing meat and pulled me to him. The precum oozed out and lubed the head of my fully erect prick. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop him our mouths came together. I didn’t really want to stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. “Wait” he begged. His voice was a tremble. A look of hunger and desperation flooded his face. He jerked off furiously and grabbed me harder than I liked as though trying to pull my cock from where it stood. I reached for and fastened the button of my pants. Tried to straighten my shirt thinking about the time I’d gotten caught. He saw what I was doing and quickly dropped to his knees before I could take the next step. “I’m Jason” he whispered.

In my head I was already out the door. I’d seen what I came to see, got my sexual buzz on, and now it was no longer safe. “I could get arrested” was drowned out by the sound of my heart racing in my ear and then the sweetest thing I’d felt, the inside of a warm mouth. I froze and he gripped the back of my hips forcing the thrust that came too willingly. He gagged a little, and I felt myself slide in and curve down the back of his throat and all memories of consequence seeped down the drain. Looking down I saw his cock point straight up pressed against his belly. I wasn’t certain if that was its natural angle or simply the fact that he was resting his butt on the heels of his feet. There was a cool feeling in one of my hands as my leg had started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure I felt at losing my body to that man had taken over. I grabbed a pipe to shift my weight. The moisture that had collected there felt cool to the touch. The timing of my thrust had increased to some rhythm with origins in some primitive life. Humping his mouth to bring on the nut, I hoped he’d swallow. He looked as though he’d do anything to please me. “Yeah. You like sucking a strangers cock don’t you Jason?” I goaded him and he responded that he’d take all I had to give. “You don’t get much dick from your girl” I laughed. He responded by cupping my balls in his hands, pulled them so that they hung outside my fly and started to bath me with his tongue. “You deserve some cock in your life don’t you boy! You need some cock Jason. Is that what you want?” He looked at me and begged.

“Can you fuck me, please. I just need to get fucked is all.” I smiled and slapped my dick across his face and the sound echoed in the silence of solid walls. I dragged and pushed the head against his closed eye leaving a moist trail. Brip. Then bending down to reach behind him I slid my hand that was wet from the pipes down the back of his pants. The crack of his ass served as the map to what I might find. My index finger and its closest friend found joy in the thickening fur the closer I edged them to the final stop. Brap. He arched, head bent down to the floor, his hands anchored my feet and my finger slid in. “Yes” was what I heard and then a final click, someone was coming. I could feel his ass grip my finger three quick times in secession before I removed it from his puckered hole. He gasped and realized the sound of wheels on tile and shot up from the floor grazing the side of my face. Ouch. We both snapped to attention facing the urinal as though a sergeant had yelled ATTENTION! My heart was pounding, his shirt half un-tucked, and my balls not cooperating got nicked by my zipper. Two throbbing cocks hovering over urinals refusing to surrender. The proverbial white flag was the cum rag offered through the intrusion of a stranger.

The guy that came checked himself in the mirror and headed toward the stalls. Jason was slowly stroking his cock to the rhythm of the other mans steps that neither of us had turned to see. His foot falls stopped behind us and changed direction where he parked right next to me, and whipped out a semi hard uncut dark brown Asian cock. It was obvious what was going on but he seemed stiff and too afraid to look. There was a recognizable gasp from my left and I saw Jason wasting his seed in the urinal. One, two, three, too many bullets to count. Wads onto the porcelain. Drip drop. It raced down like stallions at a six lane track in distinct trails. His body involuntarily slumped forward, back, then forward again. The guy next to me pretended not to notice. Jason quickly became the outward heterosexual on a business trip with his mistress after his spasm. Tucked his shirt, started to say something but didn’t and was gone before his jizz had even settled. After a moment I turned to the guy standing next to me. I looked down at his cock and thrust my chin forward pointing out that he wore a wedding band. I returned his knowing smirk, zipped up, grabbed my bag and left him in the echoes of my footsteps. Outside in the fresh air, I lit a cigarette and felt the stickiness of Jason on my balls. My friends Toyota rounded the corner shortly after I finished my stag and he greeted him with a warm familiar smile. “You haven’t been waiting too long I hope.”

“Nah. The train just got here only a few minutes ago.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved” I told him. “Let’s go to that little place you like. What was the name of it?”

“Cafe Asia.”

“That’s it. For some reason I’m craving Pan Asian.”

I always did have a big appetite.