Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (8 page)

But I was more than happy to let this older male suck my cock. He too was talented. He didn’t waste time. As permissive
as the atmosphere felt here, there was also an urgency, an impulse to hurry. Others wanted their turn in this grappling darkness.

I cooperated. I let the excitement take me. I put back my head, dark hair trailing down into the collar of my jacket. I spread my arms. The tingling of my flesh, which I’d felt since setting off on my own into this night, increased now, becoming an electrified buzzing. The man’s mouth rode me eagerly. My hips started to rock.

Reaching out on either side, my hands found support on hard shoulders. A wall of bodies supported me from behind. I let myself go, like a concertgoer surfing the crowd.

The mouth came off me, and a fast pistoning hand replaced it. Here too was a cautious individual. But his grip was perfect and my cock was slick with his saliva and after a few pumps I was jetting into the dark. Each spurt ripped pleasure from me. I didn’t see where my spunk went flying. I cried out, but the music drowned it.

The ecstasy was searing. So too, I knew even then, would be the memory of this event.

My cocksucker looked into my eyes and said, “Thank you.” Yes, that really happened. That sweet man sucked me off and
thanked
me for the privilege. I smiled and murmured thanks back; then kissed him, which seemed to surprise him some, and that way I finally did get a taste of cock—the flavor of my own in his mouth.

Somebody else started fondling me after that, a swarthy guy whose grin cut through the black bristles of his beard. But I drew my jeans up. My scruffy friend was busily engaged with his muscular partner. I said good-bye or made some general farewell gesture, or else just slipped away.

Staggering past the still-mobbed kiosk, I waited at the top of
the stairs for the bouncers to let us go. It was one-way traffic only on the narrow stairway. I probably did trade knowing conspiratorial looks with the others, some no doubt that had also visited the orgy and were now departing spent and satisfied.

There in the French Quarter, in those last years before Hurricane Katrina came and laid waste to the surrounding city, I became quite the pornographer, cranking out endless stories and getting well paid for my fables. If I wasn’t born with a talent for untruths, I developed it soon enough, at so early an age that the past will sometimes feel like an elaborate fabrication of mine.

Hell, maybe the memory I’ve related here is riddled with omissions and embellishments. Perhaps I couldn’t and can’t help but alter and better the facts.

Or maybe I have revealed myself as never before.

I probably shouldn’t sweat it. Shane Allison might not even accept this story for his anthology.

JOGGER’S JIZZ

Bearmuffin

O
ne Saturday afternoon I was cruising Balboa Park watching the joggers. A lot of the college studs hang out there to exercise and jog and I love watching them. These guys have the hottest asses. And there’s nothing like the taste of hot sweaty ass! I like a hard-muscled humpy stud with a well-developed body, thick thighs and a nice, firm bubble-butt. He’s a dude who’s been running for a couple of miles.

I go crazy when I see his hot sweat cascading down his muscular back and dripping right down into the crack of his spectacular bubble-butt. Fuck! I just can’t control myself. I go running after him with my eyes glued to his butt. I want to stick my tongue into his humpy ass and lap up every drop of his stinking butt sweat.

So can you blame me when I saw Mario, a Hispanic stud, jog by? My wildest fantasy was about to come true. When Mario saw me he broke out in a winning smile that would have melted a heart of stone. He stopped a few feet from me to catch his breath.

Mario was in his midtwenties, devilishly handsome with
dark eyes, olive skin and black curly hair. His broad back tapered into a narrow waist. His well-honed tree-trunk thighs and sturdy calves were awesomely impressive even to a jaded muscle-lover like me. The upward curve of his powerful buttocks took my breath away. I figured maybe he was from Tijuana or somewhere else in Mexico and went to college here. A foreign exchange student, you know? Damn, he was hot!

A dark forest of black hair fanned out over Mario’s powerfully sculpted chest. Dense black fur plummeted between his super-defined abs. My heart pounded and my pulse raced when I saw that long thick trail of swirling fur disappear behind the waistband of his white Lycra trunks that clung tenaciously to his heavy balls, thick cock and sumptuously curved buttocks like a passionate lover. Fuck! I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over the family jewels!

He smiled again and began jogging away from me. Right away, I began jogging behind Mario. I was drawn to the power and beauty of his powerfully firm ass thrusting, pumping wildly as he sprinted down the path. As the sweat continued to pour down his muscles, his trunks became so transparent that I could see his asscrack. Holy fuck! His ass was hairy too!

I followed Mario for a few miles until he disappeared behind a tall clump of bushes. I walked behind them and saw him bending over with his hands on his knees. He saw me and smiled. Then he stepped up to me and pulled me to him. For a moment I gazed into his dark eyes. I was hypnotized with lust. “Let’s fuck,” Mario said with just a hint of Hispanic accent. Then he began kissing me.

Mario was a fuckin’ great kisser! His tongue slid in and out of my mouth as he caressed my arms and upper back. Our groins were mashed together so my cock was throbbing against his spasming cock.

Then Mario began licking my neck slowly until he reached the sensitive area behind my ears to begin nibbling on my earlobe. The Hispanic stud was driving me into an erotic frenzy. My cock was so hard now that precum was oozing from my piss-slit.

Suddenly, he started moving down toward my pecs and he began sucking on one nipple as he tweaked and pulled the other. I was gasping with pleasure as he sucked on my tits. My hands were gliding down the small of his back and into his butt.

I pulled down his trunks and gasped with awe and admiration when his glorious cock surged into view. The head of his bronzed cock was covered with thick foreskin. Thick veins were snaking and twisting all over the shaft.

Mario moaned when I reached down and began fisting his cock. He placed both his hands on my nipples, and yanked. Mario’s expert nipple play sent tingles all over my body until I was dizzy with lust.

I played with Mario’s cock some more until it was rock hard. Mario grabbed my head and guided my mouth over his cock. “Suck it,” he said. So I opened my mouth as he pushed forward until his cock was all the way down my throat.

I palmed Mario’s impressively huge balls that were hanging low in his scrotum. My nose was buried in the thick forest of pubes surrounding his cock. His ripe masculine odor was wonderfully rich and powerful. The potent man-stink rushed up my nose until I was reeling with lust.

I slurped around the root of Mario’s cock, then slowly pulled back to work upward on the shaft until I reached the glans. As I fluttered my tongue-tip over the sensitive flesh, my hands started to explore the dense trail of fur covering Mario’s abdomen and upper torso. Soon my nimble fingers landed right on his thick protruding nipples that were buried under the dense hair-forest fanning over his beefy pecs.

I made little circular licking motions with my tongue-tip and then traced it over his fat pulsating cock-veins. Mario groaned encouragingly so I stuck one of my fingers up his sweaty asshole and twirled it around. That really drove him crazy. “Oh, yeah, yeah!” Mario cried out with ecstatic pleasure as he zigzagged his hot, sweaty ass against my probing finger. Then his powerful ass-muscles sucked around my invading finger. I could tell that he was ready for a rim job. Ever since I had laid eyes on him I’d wanted to eat his hot Hispanic butt.

I moved underneath his balls, stopping a moment to inhale their rich, musky fragrance. Then I licked along the passage from his balls to his asshole. Mario moaned again and a long, lusty shudder coursed through his magnificently muscular body. I pried open his asscheeks and he bent over and grabbed his ankles so that I could eat out his ass. I took this opportunity to gaze at his wonderfully puckered butthole, which was a deep bronze.

I knew that his asshole was going to taste great since he had been jogging for such a long time. It was especially stinky and sweaty. I eagerly ran the full length of my tongue up and down his asscrack. I jacked off as I munched on his butt until my cock was hard as steel.

Suddenly, Mario reached behind him, grabbed my head and forced my face into his butt. My face was jammed between his sweat-drenched asscheeks. I gave him the rim job of his life. Mario zigzagged his butt across my face until my tongue was firmly lodged up his stinking hole. My tongue was drilling, probing and stabbing into his hole until it was totally lubricated and dilated.

“Fuck me!” Mario yelled. Neither one of us had any lubricant but since I had sucked on his asshole for so long I figured that would do. And I was right. All I had to do was pry open his cheeks and apply some pressure with my cock and it sank inside him with no problem at all.

Mario pushed back with his ass as my cock continued to drive deeper and deeper until I felt my balls hit his sweaty low-danglers. I kept my cock inside him as he worked his ass muscles over it. The hot clutching and grabbing action of his ass-muscles on my swelling cock was driving me crazy, so I automatically reached over and began tweaking his nipples.

Mario moaned again as he thrust his pelvis forward, which allowed my lust-bloated cock to slip out to just beneath the head. I held him there feeling his asshole clutch hotly around the head of my cock. Then he pushed back again so that my cock slid all the way up his stinking, steamy asshole.

I felt ready to explode. I was sure he wanted my load just as much as I wanted to shoot it. So I yanked harder on his nipples. Mario screamed as he violently shuddered. His asshole sucked around the root of my cock, milking it with his ass-muscles. I cried out and felt my cock explode inside him. I reached down to touch his cock and it suddenly swelled up and erupted between my fingers, covering them with his thick, potent jizz.

Mario continued to milk my cock until the last drop of cum had been drained from my balls. Then he pulled forward, letting my cock slip out from his asshole. He turned around to face me. I wasn’t surprised to see his rock-hard dick twitching lustily before my eyes. “Now, I fuck you!” he said.

He slapped my ass and pushed me down, bending me over so that my ass was exposed to him. I grabbed my knees, clenched my eyes shut and waited for his anal assault with feverish excitement.

Mario guffawed in triumph, “I’m gonna fuck you good!” My lips trembled as a cold sweat broke out over my forehead. My heart was pounding wildly. Fuck! I was now completely at Mario’s mercy.

Mario grabbed my shoulders and pushed forward to mount
me. He grunted hard as he sank his bull-meat into my hole. The pain made me scream but he continued inexorably, forcing me to take his prick deep inside me. Instinctively, I clenched my buttocks together but Mario slapped them a few times. Sharp needles of pain tore through my butt, making my cock bolt up. I was ready for a hot fuck. “Okay. Fuck me, Mario,” I panted. “Fuck my ass!”

I pressed my sweaty palms against the ground and pushed my ass back to meet Mario’s relentless pumping thrusts. He tore into me. My head was bobbing back and forth. My harsh cries of pleasure-pain were grating my throat. The loud squelching sounds of his cock pumping my asshole were punctuated with his loud, obscene grunts.

Mario’s hot crotch was grinding against my butt. His thick pubic hairs scratched my butt raw. “I’m gonna fill you up with cum!” Mario said. He alternated a series of slow-fucking thrusts with sharp stiletto-like jabs that made me scream with pain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mario chanted with each stroke. My ass was on fire. The pain intensified and then subsided. Then it began to feel like sheer fucking heaven. I was jerking my prick up and down, fisting my cock as he fucked me. “I’ll fill you with cum,” he hissed again.

Mario screamed as he sunk all of his ten inches in to the hilt. When I felt his dick throb and swell within me and brush against my prostate, my cock stiffened. I squealed like a stuck pig. Mario’s mighty cock expanded and I felt the first cum eruption squirt inside me. Mario grunted lustily as he continued to pump hot cum into my hole. His climax was relentless, like hot, molten lava. My own body became liquid fire as I joined him in a mind-shattering climax that almost blinded me with its savage intensity.

Mario popped his cock from my hole. I was kneeling on the
ground, gasping for breath, my muscles swollen because of the incredible fucking I had just received at the hands of this hairy stud-ape.

I begged him once again to let me suck on his magnificent cock that had just began to rise and stiffen once more in front of my anxious eyes and trembling lips.

“Yeah. Go ahead. Blow me,” Mario said.

My knees hit the ground as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and corkscrewed it a few times.

“Aieeeeeeeeee, fuuuuuuuuuckkkk!” Mario howled when his cum spurted out between my lips and rushed down my gagging throat. I fairly choked on the river of cum blasting from his beautiful cock. His cock spasmed and swelled inside my mouth, filling it with sizzling sperm that overflowed and dripped down the corners of my mouth.

Afterward I got up, licking his hot cum from my sore lips. Mario hugged me, kissing me hard. “See ya later, amigo,” he said. Then he sprinted away.