Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 17:37:08 -0500
From: CB
Subject: Omnivorous

0. Old Town

	I was shaking.  I was so nervous and so excited. I had made up my
mind. This was the time. I was finally going to know what it was like. I
was going to have sex with another man. I had been thinking about it for
years. Once I had even propositioned an old friend, telling him I wanted
the experience of gay sex and that I preferred that my experience be with
someone I liked and trusted. He was obviously shocked, and said "no" in a
way that unmistakably meant the end of our friendship. That experience had
saddened me, and embarrassed me. I had made no further efforts for many
months. Now I was going to do it. I was tired of fantasy while beating
off. I wanted the real thing.
	There were sex book stores and video parlors not far from where I
was living that summer in Chicago. Just off North Avenue in Old Town there
was a book store with a very extensive section for gay people. I had gone
in there early in the summer.  As I had walked by and glanced at the gay
stuff, a young man holding a gay magazine had smiled at me and tried to
start up a conversation. I had blushed.  I could feel the heat in my face.
	If I met him this time, I would smile back, and I would talk
back. I wanted a man in my arms. I was on fire with the idea of
homosex. What I wanted most of all was the feeling of having a penis in my
mouth. I wanted to know what it felt like to have one cum in my mouth as I
had cum in girl's mouths. I wanted the taste I had tasted in a girl's mouth
after she had sucked me off.  But this time I wanted to taste it directly,
not kissing, but spurting. I wanted to get on my knees and suck a man off.
	When I got to the bookstore it was about 10 p.m.  There were no
customers upstairs. I passed right by the gay mags, feeling embarassed and
spooked. I saw them as I passed though. I was entranced with the images of
young men on their knees, and hard cocks penetrating soft mouths. I stopped
for a minute nearby, picking up a mag showing a girl sucking the large hard
penis of a young man with an impressively large penis. I was lookig over
the top of this mag at some of the gay mags with all male action. I was
half hard against my jeans, and I was burning with desire.  I couldn't just
stay there though. I felt more self conscious than I had ever felt in a
dirty book store.  I decided to go look at some movies. I stopped at the
front desk and got quarters from the grossly fat man at the desk. Then I
went downstairs into the dimly lit video area.
	I scanned the booths looking for an all male suck film. I found one
and walked into the third booth in the row, showing a preview picture of
two men in jeans and no shirts, with their waistbands unfastened, holding
hands. The title was A Hard Ride. As I moved to close the booth behind me,
a young man put his hand on the booth door to hold it open. I didn't fight
him. I smiled at him instead. I think I was blushing again though.
	He was about my height, 5'11" or so tall.  Like I was, he was in
jeans and a tee-shirt. His body was nice, not ripped but athletic. He
looked totally normal, like he just finished a softball game in a bar
league in Grant Park, which maybe he had. He was handsome, and clean
shaven.  He had medium brown hair. He had very white teeth in a tan face.
I smiled at him again and as he passed me and moved into the booth, I
locked the door behind him.
	He walked close to me and kissed my neck. His hand stroked my penis
through my jeans. Then he put his lips near my ear and he said:"What do you
do?"
	At first I didn't understand.  I said: "What?"  I thought he was
asking about work. I was immediately in a panic. This was my first time. I
was in the closet. Did he recognize me? I wanted an anonymous encounter,
not someone who wanted to know about my job. Not someone who knew me. Not
someone who would even ask about my work.
	He repeated his question:"What do you do? What will you do?" Then I
finally got it. I leaned into his embrace with relief, and whispered into
his ear: "I would suck you." The sound of my own voice saying those words
made my penis leap under his hand. It seemed like I could hear the blood in
my ears. That was when I touched him for the first time. His penis was hard
under my hand. I wanted to take it out of his jeans. I wanted to feel it
with my bare hand on his bare penis. I wanted to feel it slide into my
mouth. I wanted to suck him so bad.  I reached for his zipper. I could feel
my hand shaking as I pulled down on the tab.
	He had on boxers. It was easy to bring his penis out of his pants.
It was a good thing, too, the way I was shaking.  He was not quite
completely hard. He was just about as big as me. My whole body was shaking.
Then, at last, after all of the fantasy, I had a penis in my hand that
wasn't my own. I loved the feeling.  I stroked him softly with the palm of
my hand as I kissed and licked his neck.
	Then I bent forward to get a look at his shaft. I knew I was going
to take him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. Right now.  His penis was
hard by that point. He had been circumcised. The head was totally exposed
and appeared to be pinkish purple in the lights from the movies. I only had
his shaft out. I wanted to see his balls. I wanted to feel his ass, and
touch his anus as I placed him in my mouth. I reached for his belt. I moved
him toward the seat built into the side of the booth. As he sat down on the
seat, I fumbled his balls out into the air. I was sinking to my knees in
front of him intenet on getting his beautiful big dick past my lips, and
into my mouth, and onto my tongue.
	Just then he pulled me up, and motioned toward the side of the
booth. He whispered: "Someone's watching."  I saw a hole in the side of the
booth.  I could just make out part of someone's face at the opening.  He
moved to put his penis away. As concerned as I had been just seconds before
about anonymity, now I didn't care if someone watched.  I was burning with
the feeling of having his penis in my hand.  The sensation had inflamed me
beyond my considerable expectations. I wanted to suck him. Iwanted to taste
his shaft and then taste his sperm. The thought that we might not go on was
maddening to me.  I moved toward him to try to convince him to let me suck
him.
	He took my hand and opened the booth door. We were back in the
hallway, holding hands. He stuck his head into two open booths while he was
telling me that he was looking for one without a hole. No luck.
	Finally I pulled him into one of the booths. I closed the door and
kissed his mouth, as I stroked his still hard cock. I felt my tongue go
into his mouth, into another man's mouth. Then he put his tongue into my
mouth. I sucked on it. His kiss was so sensuous, and demanding. I had never
felt a kiss like it. He wouldn't let me open his pants again though. He
wanted privacy. So after a few minutes of kissing, I asked him where he
lived. He told me that he lived right around the corner.  Three minutes
later we walked into his apartment.
	The place was dark and we made no effort to light it up. We kissed
and stroked each other as he led me to a small back bedroom with a small
single bed in it. He was a wonderful kisser. He was urgent but very
sensuous. I had the feeling that he was ready to do this all night, but
that we had to move forward right now.  His tongue took posession of my
mouth. He was mainly the aggressor. I was happy to mainly suck on his
tongue.
	We stood next to the bed and stripped off each other's clothes. I
paused to kiss his body as it emerged. I sucked his small pink nipples, and
stroked his ass.  I loved the feeling of having his hard body under my
hands. I loved the feeling of his hard cock sliding through my hand and
then pressed between our bellies.  His cock and mine pressed together as we
kissed again. Then we tumbled together onto the bed. He immediately
reversed, and I was looking at his penis in the dim light.  It was much
more exciting than my fantasies.
	We were lying on our sides. His penis was right in front of my
face. I had never seen one from so close up before. He was six or seven
inches long and the shaft was totally hard. The long vein on the underside
bulged out toward me and I loved it that he was so excited. The head of his
penis was pink and heart shaped.  There was a little moisture that had
collected at his opening. I kissed the tip, licking it off .  I couldn't
taste nuch but I really loved the musky smell of him.  He smelled clean,
but not wholesome. It was a totally different smell than pussy, but there
was similarity in the musk. I licked the head again. It was so soft and
velvet textured. I let my tonue wet him as I licked him.  Then I let the
head slip into my mouth.
	I still remember the surprise I felt- how smooth it was on my
tongue. I had thought it would be hairy and rough but it was big and slick
as it got wet in my mouth.  It fit in my mouth. It felt natural, and
good. I was blindingly excited by the feeling. As I rubbed and caressed it
with my lips and tongue I could feel him hardening even more in my
mouth. As it hardened, it got bigger, and yet seemed even smoother as it
filled my mouth.
	As he began to move in my mouth I felt a warm wet sucking begin on
my own penis. I was so hot. I knew I wouldn't last. Fortunately I could
feel from the movement and swelling in my mouth that my partner was also
going to cum immediately.
	My hands were holding his pretty ass. As I felt myself spiraling
upward toward climax, I let my middle finger slip between his cheeks and
touch his anus.  I felt his fingers do the same at my backside and I felt
his fingertip push into me. That was too much for each of us.  As his penis
began to twitch and spurt in my mouth, I felt my own explosive climax
begin.
	He held me tight by the cheeks of my ass as I poured my sperm into
his mouth.  I was inspired by his willingness to let me cum in his mouth
and I took his boy juice straight into my own mouth, swallowing his creamy
fluid as I sucked his big smooth dick. He was moving slowly in my mouth as
I could feel my own spasms begin to wane.  As I withdrew from his mouth, I
felt him slip away from my licking and sucking. It was over. I had sucked
him off.

	Afterwards, he got up and started to dress. He didn't kiss me
again.  We went out and had a little conversation in his living room. I
asked him if he was gay, and he gave me rather a strange look, then he
laughed. He told me that he was in the closet but he was totally into men
as sex partners. I told him that all of my sex life had been with women but
that I had been hugely curious. I told him this was the first male male sex
experience I had ever had, and that I had liked it. I asked him if I had
been OK as a partner and he spontaneously moved to me and kissed me while
telling me that I was "great." He gave me a hug, but then stood and all but
ushered me to the door.  I left.
	As I walked down the street, I felt very strange. I knew I had
responded with blinding excitement to the idea of having a penis in my
mouth, and that the reality of having his big smooth dick slide across my
tongue had excited me so much that I had cum in moments. On the other hand
I felt shame and disgust, and some nausea as I thought about having this
strange man's sperm in my mouth and in my belly from swallowing his semen.
It was very confusing. I never went back to that place.


1. A Berkeley Boy

	It was a summer evening in Berkeley, in 1972. The fog was not far
overhead and the air was cool, but pleasant enough. I was lonesome and
horny.  At dusk, I walked right into the dirtiest book store I had ever
experienced. The store was just off Shattuck, not far from the University
of California.
	I love dirty bookstores. I love porno in all of its incarnations,
print, pictures, film, video, all of it.  That summer, I was 25 years old
and perpetually horny since age 11 when I discovered masturbation (really
ejaculation without intent) while looking at a magazine at my uncle's
cabin. The subject of the magazine was the Marquis de Sade, and some lovely
pervert named Sacher- Masoch.  The magazine contained photos of fully naked
women, the first time I had actually seen someone's pussy. The story talked
about exquisite pain- which I was feeling, as my hairless, but hard 11 year
old cock rubbed against my jean shorts.  When the pain got exquisite
enough, I shot off in my pants, which was scary but lots of fun.
	After I figured out how weird the magazine really was, I spent
several long nights trying to figure out a way to ask my uncle about it,
but I never could do it.  Anyway, after that delightful introduction to the
very real pleasures of porn, I spent much of my time over the ensuing years
thinking about sex and searching out sexual materials and partners.
	The search for sexually explicit materials was automatic whenever I
arrived in a new town.  Open the yellow pages and go through the lists of
bookstores looking for the trigger words, "adult" or "explicit" or "xxx. "
I had been in dozens of bookstores in the San Francisco Bay area alone. But
even by my somewhat jaded standards this bookstore in Berkeley was a dirty,
dirty bookstore.
	There was a large section near the front filled with fascinating
images of beautiful young women, many of whom looked vaguely Scandinavian,
engaging in nearly every variety of sexual activity with a man.  As always
I was particularly drawn to the pictures depicting a woman sucking and
licking a penis. It looked so depraved and so abandoned. The women who
could do it beautifully looked as though they loved it.
	By that point in my life I had run into several such young women
myself, though I was between partners.  Intercourse required forethought
and contraception. Sixty-nine was pure joy. There seemed to be no cost and
no pain associated with it. Moreover, girls I knew would cum only
occasionally from prolonged fucking.  They always came noisily and happily
from my tongue on their clit.
	 I also loved the feeling, and the sight when my friend Barbara
would take my penis deep into her mouth, scrape it gently with her small
white teeth and half smile up at me just before she began really sucking,
and bobbing her head.  But now I was in California and she was in Florida.
I was not at all sure we would ever see each other again.
	Once, in Chicago, I had done sixty-nine with another man. The
experience had been very exciting , but also very confusing. I was not at
all sure that I had liked it although I had cum explosively in his mouth,
as he had cum in mine.
	In the bookstore that night I was a motivated shopper. I was headed
home alone and lonesome again.  I wanted to find some materials to take
home and to help me in my pursuit of the perfect solitary orgasm.
		Along with the picures of men and women fucking and sucking
there were a number of specialty materials. There were ass worship
materials. Mostly the pictures showed ass fucking, though rimming and toys
were not absent. I have always found a well formed bubble butt to be
beautiful and exciting but these pictures never were my favorite.  Adjacent
to all of the beatiful bottoms were pictures of tops and bottoms at
play. B&D. S&M.  Paddles and leathers and restraints and gags. Chains and
whips. Candlewax on the nipples.
	Again this was not really my thing, although in among these
materials were images that did excite me. What I liked were pictures of
people at play who had totally submitted to the moment, and to their
partners.  I stopped to look at one picture that I really liked.  The
picture was taken from behind a naked kneeling woman. She was nude. Her
knees were spread wide and a man's mouth was gaping open beneath her
equally wide open pussy. His eyes were covered by a black blindfold.  His
wrists were handcuffed, but his arms were wrapped around his partner's bare
bottom. His hands were holding her buttocks with one finger curling into
her anus up to the first knuckle.
	His facial expression was ecstatic. Their posture and his
expression strongly suggested that they had been enjoying soixiante-neuf
until that moment and the flash picked up highlights of moisure on her
vagina, on her bottom, and on the pink puckered hole of her anus around his
finger.
	But at the moment of the photo, the man was not pushing his tongue
into her pussy. He was not licking her ass. He was not sucking her
clit. Their bodies were connected only by a silvery stream of fluid
flooding from her pussy and flowing directly into his wide open mouth. His
expression defined ecstatic submission, with his mouth gaping and his eyes
covered by the blindfold, and his neck thrown back.
	You could almost hear the gasps and gulps as he swallowed her flow.
She was pissing into his mouth. His entire attitude made it clear to me
that at that moment, he loved her, and loved what she was doing. He
submitted with grace and beauty.  I had never done anything like that but I
envied him the excitement and the submission.
	Around a little corner made by the tall bookcase there were
pictures of women with animals. There was a woman licking the dark penis of
a donkey. His prick was enormous and black. There was a picture of a woman
being licked by a collie and then the same woman sucking and then being
mounted by a German shepherd.  The women in these photos were not beautiful
, but they showed incredible abandon in their expression. The naked,
over-the -top sexuality of their action was exciting even though I was not
very interested in their acts.
	Furthest toward the rear of the store, and less well lit than the
remainder of the place were the gay materials. There was a large lesbian
section with beautiful lipstick lesbian images mixed in with butch leather
queens. The image of a wide open pussy being filled with a tongue excited
me greatly because of my own great love for eating and sucking a womans
beautiful and fragrant part.  Sometimes I think I would like to be
reincarnated as a woman and a lesbian so that I could make porno movies
with some of the beautiful women I have seen sucking each other off in
these pictures.
	At the back wall of the store was the large and diverse section
showing male to male sex of all kinds and showing she-males, each with a
woman's breasts and a man's penis.
	Prior to that night, I had not been very interested in gay porno
materials.  Many bookstores I had been in had similar sections, though none
so large, but I had always felt embarassed to be in that part of the store
and had never really stood still long enough to take a good look, much less
pick up, open and examine the materials. I had one gay experience the
previous year in Chicago, but I had never had another. My fantasy life
sometimes included sucking and being sucked by another man, but the whole
thing seemed too embarassing, and messy. Everyone I knew seemed to hate
fags and queers.
	 I don't know why I stopped that particular night. I do know that
what caught my eye was a magazine with a very good looking slender blonde
boy on the cover.
	The boy was beautiful. He was nineteen or twenty years old, several
years younger than I was at the time. He was slim, but well muscled.  His
hair was medium long, and blonde and his eyes were blue. He was looking up,
wide eyed, toward the face of his partner.  His complexion was clear and
flawless. He was fully dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt.  He looked
like the all- american boy, except for what he was doing. He was on his
knees on a white tile floor and he was accepting into his mouth the large
penis of a dark haired man with a moustache.  The blonde boy's own jeans
were open and his penis was out and in his left hand. Both the shaft and
his testicles were out through the fly of his jeans and his penis looked
large and very, very hard.
	The dark haired man's head was thrown back and and his eyes were
rolled toward the ceiling. The cords on the side and at the front of his
neck stood out.  This was also true of his penis. The camera showed the
vessels on his penis near bursting, and the tube running up the underside
of his penis stood out in stark relief just like it did on mine at the
moment that I cum.
	I already had an enormous erection - a painful erection from
looking at all of the other materials in the store.  For some reason this
cover picture caused my excitement to move upward still another notch. The
feeling was exquisite. I was near cumming just from looking at pictures and
from the pressure of my jeans. I walked over and picked up the magazine and
opened it near the back where I knew from my experience with porno many of
the most exciting images are found.
	The photograph I opened to must have been taken seconds after the
image on the cover of the magazine.  The picture was a close up of the
boy's face and the man's erupting penis. The boy's eyes were now closed,
but he looked radiantly happy, almost triumphant. His tongue was out and
caressing the underside of the man's penis which was being delicately held
down by the boy's right hand. The man was obviously cumming at the very
moment of the photograph. The camera caught pearls of the man's semen on
the end of his penis, and sitting on the boy's tongue.  A slender string of
cum connected the opening on the penis to the boy's upper lip. What made
the picture most striking was the expression on the boy's face. The quality
of youth, excitement and joy in the boy's face made the image truly
extraordinary. Pure lust, at the moment of gratification.
	Just then I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Another young
man had come back to the section where I stood and was looking at me
curiously.  He looked something like the blonde boy in the magazine I was
holding, about the same age and coloring. He was dressed identically in
blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt. I felt a surge of excitement, then
realized how I must look. I felt myself flush and I rather hurriedly put
down the magazine. I looked back at him and he was still looking at me. He
smiled a little Mona Lisa smile and picked up a lesbian mag.
	I think I was still blushing and I was painfully conscious of my
erection pushing out the front of my jeans. I walked toward the front of
the store, pulling out my tee shirt to cover my excitement. I figured that
he thought I was gay. It was pretty obvious from my hard on, and my
location in the store.  I was really embarassed. I had only had genital
contact with a man once at that point in my life, and I wasn't really
looking for a sex partner that night. If I had known him I am sure I would
have felt like I had to explain, to make excuses. As it was, I just needed
to escape.
	 I got to the front of the store and saw that there was a whole
section of this extraordinary place I had not been in. There was a
curtained doorway across from the counter at the front and a red neon sign
announced that videos were available. "Peep Shows" said the sign. I needed
to get away, but my own cock was still painfully hard. It seemed less
embarassed than I was. I had pulled my tee shirt out of my jeans to cover
my erection, but it was not subsiding at all.  I quickly handed the man at
the counter three dollars and he gave me twelve quarters. I walked into the
video area which was very dark to my eyes. I stood still for a moment to
let my eyes adjust.
	After a moment I saw a maze of booths and dark velvet curtains. On
the side of each booth was a picture and description of the movie. As I
walked down the aisle I saw there was the same astonishing diversity in the
videos as there was in the magazines.  The first one I went into had a
pretty dark haired woman with rather astonishing breasts on her knees
sucking sucking someone's dick on the poster outside the movie. I liked the
look of the come-on and I entered the booth. Unfortunately, when I saw the
movie itself, I saw the man. He was a really ugly man. The picture on the
front had shown just her, but when I saw him I was turned off, so I moved
to a new booth.
	I watched two quarters worth of seriously degenerate film of women
with animals. Again I was struck by how desperately sexual these women
were, and I was amazed by the images, but I still could not work up much
enthusiasm for the acts.  As a woman was sucking the pointed, almost
triangular black penis of a labrador, I left, looking for some image that
would really turn me on.
	I ducked past more velvet curtains and found myself looking at a
picture of two beautiful lesbian girls fondling each other's breasts. One
was dark and the other was very blonde and fair, and in the picture they
were kissing wildly.  I slipped in and dropped a quarter in the slot. My
erection was back full force in just seconds, and I opened my jeans at the
button and opened my zipper. I pushed the waist band of my Jockey's down
below my balls and totally freed my penis. I stroked myself gently while I
watched.  I wanted to go slow to draw out the really wonderful pleasure I
was feeling.  The movie started in the middle of the loop and the women
began sucking each other avidly. The camera would zoom in for close up
shots of each woman tongueing the pussy of the other. They were obviously
enthusiastic and hot. So was I.  When my time ran out I dropped another
quarter in the slot so the movie would continue.
	As I stood there, I realized that the other side of the booth,
opposite where I had entered, was also curtained.  That made me curious as
I didn't think there could be another row of machines. So I pulled back
that curtain 12 inches or so and stuck my head out to see what was out
there. About 3 feet away from me there was a blank wall. The booths in this
row, and the curtains on this side created a sort of corridor to nowhere
out there, running to both my left and my right. There was little light.
	 I looked first toward the front of the store and then turnedtoward
the back.  When I turned, I saw him standing there in this blind corridor.
It was the same blonde boy from the store. There must have been a black
light in the rafters near the roof because I remember that his white tee
shirt was luminous. His face was indistinct but I could see that he was
smiling. I had just my head and shoulders out of the booth but he was
standing out there in this hallway created by the booths and the wall. His
dick was out of his jeans and in his hand, just like mine was. He had all
of his out, balls and all. As I stood there riveted to the spot, he sort of
waved his cock at me with his right hand and smiled even more broadly as he
lewdly stroked himself with his left.  I jerked my head back into my booth
and stared at the video screen where the two girls continued their heated
action.  I felt embarassed and confused.
	I was no longer seeing the images in the movie though. I was seeing
that boy in the corridor with his lewd smile and his dick in his hand.  Ten
seconds later he was no longer in the corridor, he was in my booth, with no
invitation that I was conscious of giving.  He must have been enormously
brave, or else there was some protocol I didn't (and still don't )
understand.  He just walked in like he owned the place. He had put his cock
back in his pants but his smile was still in place.
	I don't understand fully what happened next.  I can describe what I
did, but I don't know why. I simply dropped to my knees.  I know that I was
blindingly excited from all that had gone before, andI know I was lonely. I
also know there is a strong need in me to submit.  But I really think that
there was some art, some symmetry, that took me to my knees to worship his
beauty.  I think that I dropped to my knees to repay the beautiful blonde
boy in the magazine who had brought me so much pleasure and excitement in
the store, the first time I ever really looked at gay porno.
	My hands were shaking, but not too much to manage his zipper. When
I got his zipper open his truly lovely dick popped out. He had on no
underwear. I thought at that moment that I had never seen anything so
beautiful. His shaft was not totally soft, but not really hard any more. He
was circumcised. The shaft was pale and the head was larger and pink. There
was a little drop of fluid at its tip. It was almost entirely
hairless. What sparse hair I saw was blonde and was softer than mine.
	As I was fumbling his balls out into the air, his hand brushed my
medium length dark hair off my face in a caress. I think he wanted to see
me better as I sucked him because I had done the same thing to my
girlfriend's hair in the same circumstances.  At that same instant, as he
touched me with his hand for the first time, my tongue touched the tip of
his penis, licking off the drop I saw there.  I loved the taste of him. I
loved it.  I could feel my body go into overdrive. My excitement was beyond
anything I had felt before. I opened wide and took his penis into my mouth.
	It was only the second time I had ever done anything like that. I
was again struck by how smooth it was in my mouth, as I made him wet with
my tongue. His shaft pushed forward into my mouth, and I sucked and licked
at the head and the corona.
		I reached for his belt and let the head of his cock slip
out of my mouth. I wanted more access. I opened his pants at the top and
they slipped down to his thighs. At the same time I was carefully placing
one then the other testicle in my mouth, just for the feeling of it. I was
careful handling him, wanting only to give pleasure. I could feel his hard
shaft press against my nose and eyes. He was fully erect now.  I remember
thinking that his dick looked a lot like mine, except for the color of the
hair. It was neither bigger nor smaller.  The crown was notched right where
mine was, looking right at me as I stared at it from six inches away. The
light from the movie was more than enough for a close look, and I was
feeling like I wanted to fill my eyes with him. The long vessel running
from the base of his shaft to the corona was swollen with excitement. The
head was shiny and tight. I heard the movie click off, then, and I handed
him several quarters. He put money in the machine as I began to move.
	I smiled up at him. Then I licked his shaft beginning at the base,
near his balls, feeling the rest of his shaft pressing against my cheek and
my eyes.  I licked my way up toward the tip of his shaft. It felt like my
mouth was watering for him. I stopped at the ridge where his shaft swelled
and changed color and texture to become the head. I licked and then sucked
at the sensitive tissue there as my right hand pulled down on the base of
his cock.  I ran my tongue around the head of his dick and the stopped to
lick at his opening with the flat of my tongue.
	"Take it" I heard him whisper, "Take it in."  I took his beautiful
penis back into my mouth, just the head at first. I ran my tongue around
it. He slowly began to move back and forth in my mouth and his dick began
to fill my mouth and the top of my throat.  It seemed like it fit
perfectly; like I was meant to do this; like his dick was made to fit my
mouth.  I let my teeth scrape him just a bit and then covered my teeth with
my lips and began sucking strongly, and stroking the underside with my
tongue.  On the outstroke, I would try to lick the corona without losing
traction. As he got almost all the way out of my mouth the flat of my
tongue searched for his opening. His rhythm began slowly and I thought I
had never had such a profoundly sensual experience.
	There was no doubt about my reaction to this man. My cock was rock
hard in my hand, as hard as I had ever felt it. Stroking my own cock, I
tried to match his slow unhurried rhythm moving in and out of my mouth. I
wanted to do this beautifully.  I wanted him to cum in my mouth I wanted to
cum myself, but I wanted to try not to hurry.
	Our hands were busy. I needed one more hand. My right hand cupped
and stroked his left buttock and my middle finger was burrowing toward his
puckered opening. My left hand sometimes slowly stroked my own dick, and
then moved up to pull down on the base of his cock to make the the skin on
his shaft even tighter.  When I would do that I thought I could feel his
dick swell a little more in my mouth. That was delicious.  The pleasure of
feeling my own dick was intense and urgent. The pleasure of feeling him in
my mouth was different, but equally strong.  It seemed as though I could
feel the pleasure I was giving, in the immense pleasure I was getting.
	His hands were on the two sides of my face caressing me gently, and
occasionally pushing my hair back.  I was glad that he did not pull with
his hands which would have made it hard to avoid gagging. His hips moved
back and forth gently, and I had the sense that he was fucking my mouth.  I
remember thinking: "He's fucking me! He's fucking me!" I touched his anus
and stroked it with my finger. Then I let go long enough to wet the tip of
my finger with saliva around his dick. I didn't let the head of his pretty
cock come out of my mouth though. I couldn't bear to do that.  My hand
returned and I touched his anus again, just like I like to be touched.
	I don't know how long it lasted. It probably was only several
minutes but it seemed timeless. His movements got a little jerky. His
thrusts were stronger and for a few moments it became hard to keep from
gagging, and my nose got closer to his hair. Then his penis swelled even
more in my mouth. He gently warned me and took his hands off my head. But I
wanted all of it. This was my experience. I loved it. I loved him!  I
didn't want him to cum in the back of my throat, I wanted him to shoot on
my tongue and fill my mouth so I could taste it. His cock began to twitch
in my mouth just as the tip of my finger pushed into his anus.  I felt hot
liquid in my mouth.  He was cumming. He was squirting right into my mouth.
I could feel the contractions in my mouth and I could feel the contractions
with my fingertip.  There was hot sperm in my mouth. In my mouth.  The
taste of it was delicious and strong. I ferlt my own excitement and
pleasure surge as he came in my mouth
	As he came, I did myself. I hadn't changed my soft slow rhythm, and
I was hardly conscious of stroking myself at all, but my excitement peaked
with my realization that he was about to cum in my mouth. When I felt the
hot cum on my tongue and on the roof of my mouth it set me off. I came in
sympathy. I came in harmony. I surely came in pints. It blazed out of me,
and I think I hit the curtain, two feet behind him.
	The taste of his semen was overwhelming. I can't tell you how much
there was, though I think there was quite a bit. I know I swallowed all of
it, joyfully, gratefully. If there had been more I would have licked it up,
happily. The burst of flavor was amazing. It filled my mouth and nose, and
probably my eyes and ears.  I had tasted my own semen before, kissing Barb
after she finished me with her mouth or finishing her with my mouth after
fucking. I was ready for the smoky, salty taste. I was ready for the
feeling that something was alive in my mouth, causing that wonderful tangy
tingling flavor. But in my previous experiences, most of the semen was up
her pussy or down her throat after she swallowed. This time it was all in
my mouth. It was amazing! I loved it.
	One of the things I always loved about Barb eating me was the
distinct and strong feeling I always got that she loved it too.  So as I
swallowed I continued to nurse at his dick. licking and caressing as it got
smaller and then softened in my mouth.  I wanted him to know that I loved
it. As his dick softened his knees got stronger and I could feel him
withdraw from leaning forward on me as he had been since his explosion.
Eventually I let his now soft shaft slip out of my mouth and I looked up at
him. This time I grinned at him. I whispered "Thanks!"  He smiled back and
pulled me to my feet and kissed me. His tongue invaded my mouth as he
tasted himself, and I could feel him fumbling with his clothing. Then he
turned, and was gone.
	It took me another whole quarter to get my own dick to subside,
straighten my clothes and exit the booth. As I walked toward the front of
the store I felt like I was floating. I felt as if it would be obvious to
anyone in the store what I had been doing. I even looked at and felt my
jeans to see if they were wet from my own cumming or from the floor.
	But the real change was inside, not outside. There was no red light
flashing outside my head, illuminating the change. But this was a new
dawn. I now had billions of brand new potential sex partners. I knew I was
going to do this again.


2. Chinatown

	It didn't take long for another opportunity to come along. Four
days later I was working late at my office. I was working in the financial
district in San Francisco and when I finally got too hungry to stand it, I
walked up into Chinatown for dinner.  I ate dim sum fairly quickly and then
headed down Clay to pick up my car. Iwas thinking I would head for home.
	At the corner of Clay and Columbus I saw another adult book store I
had never seen before. The place was all black on the outside and looked
dingy. I love fuck stores and I had never been in this one so I took a
furtive look around and then ducked in the door.  Usually I didn't go in
these places in a business suit, but I was horny and lonely, and I always
need to do something about that.
	The place was much smaller than the shop in Berkeley. There were
very limited print and picture materials, some novelties and sex toys, and
a beaded doorway leading to darkness with a sign saying "Videos."  I looked
around at the printed materials but what they had was not too
inspiring. There were a couple of good looking glossy mags showing Swedish
erotica- blondes having fun sucking cock.  That started my own penis
stirring, but there were very few quality publications.
	Anyway I realized I was looking for gay stuff. That was the first
time I ever hunted for pictures of gay guys with their mouths full, but
they had none.  Even the she-males in a TV magazine were cavorting with
women, not men.
	 I decided I would like to get myself off, but they didn't have
what I wanted in print so I asked for change and headed into the video
section.  I know that in the back of my mind I was thinking about the
experience I had in Berkeley, but I was not expecting there to be a
beautiful blonde in every bookstore.  I really expected to take care of
myself. I was certainly not expecting what I found.
	The first thing I noticed was that the booths matched the ones I
had seen in many book stores, very different from Berkeley.  The walls of
each booth were wood and totally self contained with locks on the
door. There was a prominent sign saying:"No Loitering," which I thought
with amusement might have been created for people who felt like I did right
then. I saw no one else around.
	As I looked at the available movies I got more cheerful
though. About half of the booths had men sucking and fucking other men on
the outside picture.  After my experience several days before in Berkeley,
I was very interested in looking at a movie with "Hot All Male Action" as
one poster put it.  I walked up the aisle to check out the available
films. Halfway down the row I became really excited. One of the booths had
the cover photo of the blonde boy sucking the dark haired man that had so
excited me in Berkeley. It was a movie as well as a magazine!
	I immediately went in and fumbled a quarter into the dark slot. The
movie started at what looked like the beginning. The boy walked into a
men's room and walked over to take a leak.  The dark haired man followed
him into the room and also walked over to a urinal. There were about 6 open
urinals, but he took the one right next to the boy.  I saw that the floor
was white tile, and I realized that the action was about to start right
up. I knew that floor, and these men from the pictures I had seen.
	The dark haired man looked first at the boy's face and then he
pointedly looked at the boy's dick as he was pissing. The camera gave a
point of view shot of the boy's nice looking penis which was pissing, but
looked about half hard. As the shot swiched back and forth to the boy's
face, the dark haired man's face and the boy's penis, the boy's erection
continued to grow, beginning to stand up on its own. I wondered if that
would now be true of me. Would I start staring at people pissing in men's
rooms? Even more embarassing, would I start getting hard in the shower at
the gym? Looking at this boy was sure making me hard, and really fast too,
and I had to work to get my underwear out of the way as I got my cock out
of my suit pants.
	The boy stepped away from the urinal but made no effort to put away
his penis. Instead he slipped his balls out and backed away slowly all the
while smiling at the man. He really was pretty. He was taller than I
thought. This was my first glimpse of him not on his knees. His blonde hair
fell down to his collar and his face was as good looking as I had initially
thought. I realized with some amusement that this was the first time I had
seen him without a penis in his mouth.  His skin was clear and his features
were regular except for rather a generous mouth and full lips.
	The man turned away from the urinal looking almost angry and took a
step toward the boy. Like the boy, he made no effort to put away his
cock. It was soft, but twitching and growing a little. It was very large
for a flacid cock. I wondered for a second how the boy would be able to
deal with the growth when the man got excited. He was going to be very
large. Then I realized I had already seen that the boy could take it into
his mouth.
	Just as I had done myself, four days before, in the booth in
Berkeley, the blonde boy dropped straight down to his knees and reached for
the man's dick. Just as my blonde haired Berkeley boy had done, the dark
haired man stepped forward and gave the boy his penis to lick and suck. The
camera showed close ups of the boy's tongue licking around the head. Then
the boy opened his mouth and sucked the shaft in, and the screen was filled
with the penis hardening in the boy's mouth.  The camera slowly drew back
to show the boy kneeling and sucking, making excited noises. The boy's own
cock was rock hard in his own hand.
	The boy then drew back and started to lick the dark shaft and
caress the whole penis. There was a playfulness about it which I admired. I
had the sense that this was not at all the first time he had done this and
that he loved what he was doing.
	The man's dick was impressive, larger than mine. The shaft was
darker and longer and he was bigger at the head than mine also. As the boy
opened the man's pants and pulled away his clothes below the waist it
became clear that the man was impressively hairy around his cock and on his
lower belly. The whole time the boy continued to suck and lick at the penis
in his mouth. After he got the man's clothes below the waist pulled down to
around his knees , the boy put both hands on the man's shaft and drew back
until just the head was in his mouth. I could see his tongue moving rapidly
inside his mouth, caressing the penis inside him.  His hands strongly
jacked the man, obviously intending to suck the man's sperm. He looked so
happy. He looked like a person in love having sex with his dream
partner. Whenever he was not sucking, he was smiling.
	I was really excited by the images. I could almost taste the penis
and sperm in my own mouth and the two men were both attractive in different
ways. I could feel the beginnings of pure delight in my own penis pulsing
in my hand.
	Just then I heard a scratching at the side of my booth.  I looked
to my right and saw a dark rectangle on the side of the booth, about 6
inches square, which I realized was a hole into the next booth. I could
vaguely make out apart of a face, and someone's eye looking back at me. As
I looked down I realized that he - I automatically assumed it was a man- he
was 18 inches from my penis and the hole in the wall was at a perfect level
for him to look at me stroking myself.
	It was a thrill. I was looking at a very exciting movie, showing
this beautiful boy sucking a large penis, I was standing there with my own
painfully hard dick in my hand, and someone I didn't know and couldn't see
was staring at me from 18 inches away from my dick. I turned toward him so
he could get a better look, and I carefully handled my testicles out into
the air. I tried to stroke slowly and sensually hoping that my peeping
friend would enjoy the show.
	I looked back at my movie and the blonde boy was lovingly sucking
his partner while slowly stroking himself. He also looked to have a finger
buried in his partner's bottom. I flashed on the upcoming scene when he
would suck the man's sperm so lovingly, and I felt another burst of
anticipation and excitement.  I continued to stroke myself with delight,
moving closer to the little hole in the wall, but trying to make sure that
the light on my cock stayed good so my faceless friend would not miss the
show.
	Again I heard scratching at the hole in my booth. This time I saw a
finger come through the hole at the bottom, rest on the bottom edge of the
hole and then withdraw. I didn't understand but I decided to take a look to
see what my neighbor was doing. I hoped to get a look at a real penis
instead of the video images.
	I leaned down toward the hole just as the finger repeated its
performance, then was withdrawn. My face came to the opening and I peered
into my mystery man's booth.  I could see a slim man with a business suit
on, basically from the chest down. His face was in darkness, above. His
penis was out of his clothes, with his pants open at the top and his balls
cradled in his briefs, just like mine were at that moment. The shaft and
pretty pink head pointed at me from about six inches away. His cock looked
large, and hard as a rock, but he was not stroking it. I couldn't see his
hands.
	As I backed up after my quick and furtive look through the hole his
finger did its routine again. To be friendly, and to let him know that I
also was peeking at him, I stuck my own finger through the hole, the same
way he had done.  Almost immediately his hard penis came through the
hole. Then I realized what his signal had been about.
	I was right about his penis from my short peek through the hole. It
was very large and very hard. I also thought it was a really good looking
penis. It stood up strong at about a 45 degree angle and the head was a
delicate pink. This man was also circumcised, and the head was notched in
the same familiar way.  He was definitely larger than either of the two
penises I had ever touched. The head was much bigger around than mine, and
the shaft was longer than mine though not so big around as the head. I also
noticed that this cock was straight, having none of the curve that mine
had.  I saw that the vein running up his penis on the underside was very
swollen. This man was excited, and I was thrilled to realize that I had
helped make his dick hard without even touching it.
	I saw all this in seconds, thinking like lightning about what to
do. What did he expect? I reached out with a trembling hand to touch this
beautiful disembodied dick. I stroked it sort of tentatively, then more
definitely, bringing up my other hand from where it was touching my own
dick. Then my lust overcame me. I'm not sure I would have done what I did
if not for the business suit. I probably would have backed off if he didn't
smell of dial soap as I got close to him. But what I could see was good
looking and what I could smell was clean, and sweet smelling.  So I leaned
forward and licked the head of his penis.
	I could hear him gasp on the other side of the partition. I licked
around and around the head, while playing with the shaft with the fingers
of my left hand. I felt my own excitement mounting just as I could feel his
penis grow even harder with the passage of my tongue.  I returned my right
hand to stroking myself. I smiled with pleasure and then slowly let my
tongue come out and caress the underside of his dick. Then I let my lips
sink down around his dick until it touched the back of my throat.  I
couldn't take as much as I wanted because the head was very large, but I
took all I could and began to move up and down. I had to be careful not to
bang my head on the wall.  I was licking on the outstroke and sucking
hard. I fit my fingers around the shaft and began jacking his dick into my
mouth, stretching the skin and making him swell.
	This was very different from my previous experience. Every time he
would try to fuck my mouth he would start banging on the partition and
making too much noise. So it was up to me. He had to stand still and be
passive while I got to play. I did my best, sucking him avidly, bobbing my
head, and feeling his shaft grow in my waiting mouth. I would stop every
few strokes with just the head in my mouth to lick his opening with the
flat of my tongue and pay special attention to the spot just below the head
on the underside of his penis.
	 I was aware how much I wanted him to cum in my mouth, cum on my
tongue. I wanted his cum right now, in my mouth. The live squirming dick in
my mouth excited me again beyond belief.  I wanted to fill my senses with
his dick and with his orgasm. I wanted to feel that last swelling, then
feel him squirt in my mouth and be overwhelmed again by the taste. It
didn't take long.
	He swelled and then burst in my mouth, squirting strongly to the
back of my throat and it felt like it went back up my nose. The flow was
hot in my mouth, and I loved that. It was thick and strong. Again my mouth
was flooded with that taste and that sensation that something else was
alive and inside me. I loved it. I was impressed by how much he came. There
was a lot of it.
	But this time I didn't cum myself at the same time. He was just too
quick for me. I tried to hold him in my mouth while jacking myself off but
when his penis softened about halfway, he withdrew. I thought to put my own
penis through the hole, as I now understood the offer in his earlier finger
signal. But before I could do it, the door to his booth opened and closed
and he was gone.
	I looked back at my movie while licking my lips and swallowing the
last of his sperm. I realized that I had been unconsciously feeding
quarters into the machine all the while I was sucking his penis.
	The movie was coming to its climax, and I finished myself off with
my hand, watching the movie and tasting the sperm in my mouth and nose. I
came just as the boy in the movie so lovingly accepted the sperm of the
dark haired man.  As I spurted, I caught my own semen in my hand, and as
the boy licked up the man's remaining sperm, I drank my own cum from my
hand. I carefully licked my palm to try to get it all.  I could not get
enough of the taste.
	I felt more than naughty, more than nasty.  I felt decadent,
wicked, almost evil.  I had sucked off a man I had not even seen.  I didn't
know his face. I hoped he didn't know mine. Even sucking off this stranger
wasn't enough for me; I had to have more sperm to suck and lick. I had
sucked my own sperm.  And loved it.
	I was profoundly grateful that no one knew what I had done, but I
also knew I was not finished. There was more in my future. I thought to
myself: "This is what it must be like to be a slut. I want more. I love
hard dicks. I wonder if I could take one up my ass? I wonder what it would
feel like to have two at a time?  "
	I went home after carefully looking up the street to make sure no
one I knew was around.

	Forty eight hours later, on Friday night I was back. The place
looked the same, outside and inside. Nobody was around except this time
there were two sleazy looking guys behind the counter. I got change of a
five and walked back to the video area.
	I was breaking my own rule again. I walked there right from work,
in my suit, three blocks from my office.  I had been burning since I left
the place two days before. What I did, sucking the penis of a nameless, and
faceless man seemed so over-the-top forbidden that I could not get it out
of my mind. Really, for all practical purposes the penis that I had sucked
had been disembodied, floating in the air. Aside from one finger, the man's
penis had been the only thing about him I had gotten a good look at.
	Whenever I thought of anyone I knew, or loved, learning whatI had
done, I felt sick. When I thought of that hard cock I had so joyfully
sucked until it came in my mouth, I could feel my own penis stir and strain
at my zipper.  I was like a kid with a new toy, I couldn't leave it alone.
	The movie stall I had been in two days before was occupied
already. I could tell from the red light. I wanted a new movie anyway.  I
also wanted a hole in the wall, so I took the stall my most recent
anonymous partner had been in two days before. I didn't even look at the
preview picture outside. What I wanted to see was in the next booth.
	I dropped a quarter in the slot. The movie came on. To my surprise
it was a girl/girl lesbian flick. A redheaded girl with large breasts was
enthusiastically licking the pussy of a slim dark haired woman with a very
prominent clit. The two were moaning so much I could not believe that I
hadn't heard them two days before.
	After watching the movie for a minute and opening my pants, I bent
down to look through the window into the next booth. The view was of a
lovely penis, six inches away, and obviously just about to cum. The penis
was sprouting from a pin striped power suit. I scratched the divider to get
my neighbor's attention.
	Almost immediately I saw a finger come into my booth and
withdraw. I did not want to repeat my mistake from two days before, so this
time I decided I would go first.  I pushed my penis through the hole into
the next booth.
	I think he took me all the way down his throat immediately. He was
incredibly accomplished in the skill of sucking and licking my dick. His
mouth was hot and strong and the suction was really unbelievable. Every now
and again I would feel just a hint of his teeth, just the way I liked it. I
came in buckets within two minutes of the time he started. It felt like
more than just an ejaculation. It was a very powerful experience. He sucked
me out of my shoes.
	I tried to recover fast so that I could repay his kindness. My
finger was at the divider and issuing its invitation within 30 seconds of
my last spasm. But as my finger went through the hole, I heard his door
open and heard him leaving. I yanked my own door open, heedless of the fact
that my dick was out, and wet and in the wind. But all I saw of him was the
back of a beautifully tailored dark blue and pinstripe suit, and graying
hair. He was almost running down the hall.
	I guess he did what I had done a week before. He must have cum in
sympathy with me. I wondered if it could have been his first time sucking
anyone off. Any man anyway. He was awfully good for that, but I thought
enthusiasm might be more important than experience. Oh well, I would never
know.
	I went home satisfied, but unsatisfied again. This time I had
received one of the all time great suckings, but I had been unable to suck
in return. I liked both ends of the experience.  I craved both ends.


3. Auto Suck

	The next night I had a date with a paralegal I had met a week
earlier at Zotts, a San Francisco bar. She was introduced to me by a lawyer
I knew in the City, and we had shared some jokes that evening about late
nights around law offices. She was pretty, and witty and charming, and I
was happy to be taking her to dinner, but I was confused about what had
been going on in my life. I couldn't imagine her reaction if she knew what
I had been doing with my recent evening hours.
	She lived down on the Peninsula, in Palo Alto. I picked her up
about 7:30 at her place. She looked lovely. We went out for dinner, and the
date was all that I had hoped. I enjoyed the dinner and the conversation
very much.  We lingered over dinner and coffee and brandy for several
hours, talking and laughing. At one point the conversation got risque, as
we got to talking about the kind of underwear men like on women, but it was
light and laughing, not steamy. As I dropped her off in Palo Alto I could
tell from the kisses goodnight when to quit and go home. The second one had
some real heat in it. Her mouth came open and she actually sucked my
tongue. I could feel her breasts flattened against my chest.  She broke off
that kiss , though, and the next and last one was as light as her laugh.
	I was struck by a feeling of unreality about it all. I was the same
man who all week had been compulsively seeking hard dicks to play with. I
enjoyed the thrill of kissing her, and I knew that if the signals had been
different and more encouraging I would now be holding her hands and licking
and sucking her clit, or be buried, balls deep, in her sweet pussy.
	Instead, as I left her place I headed for El Camino Real. I turned
North toward Redwood City to visit another fuck store I had been in while I
was totally straight. I knew I would be looking for gay porno when I got
there. I also knew I would be checking out the video area, alert for holes
in the partitions. There was an air of fantasy about all of it.
	Unfortunately, when I got to the place they were closing. I
couldn't believe it. It was Saturday night and it could not be much later
than 11, but the guy behind the counter shooed me out before I could even
look at any of his materials.  I walked out alongside his only other
customer, a tall muscular black man.
	As we walked out I was feeling horny and frustrated. I got in my
car and headed North on El Camino thinking about where else I could go to
get off.  Suddenly I realized that the car behind me was flashing its
lights at me. I pulled to the curb to see what was the deal. At that the
late model Buick behind me pulled up beside me and the passenger side
window came down. I thought it might be police, but I hadn't been doing any
thing wrong. When I looked I saw it was the black man from the store. He
said: "I thought you might be lonely. You look lonely."
	I took a closer look. He looked prosperous. He was well dressed. He
was in a nice car. He was black. He was really black. His hair was close
cropped, and he had a small moustache, over very white teeth.  I didn't
choose to misunderstand him, thoughI was tempted. I didn't say anything but
I jumped out and climbed into the passenger seat of his car.  Then I said:
"Where can we go?" He smiled at me, and said :" Let's go to my place."
	I was afraid of doing that, for reasons I could not possibly
explain. I wasn't afraid of him because of his race. I was afraid of his
size and his sexuality.  I had never even thought about being alone with a
sexual partner who was so much stronger and bigger than I was.  He was six
inches taller than I was, and bigger in all respects. I was afraid of him
because of his size. I was also afraid because of my own inexperience. I
couldn't go home with him.
	  "No." I said, "Why don't you just drive and get us off El Camino
and onto some dark street."  I moved closer to him on the bench seat of his
car, and I reached for his belt with my left hand and I stroked his cock
with my right.  I could feel the same dark excitement coursing through me
as I had felt every time since Berkeley. I felt like I was at the top of a
steep slope on skis.  I could feel my penis leaping to attention. A black
man! I wonder how big his dick is. Oh boy. If my family and friends could
see me now.
	I was fumbling with his belt and the fastening on his pants. Before
I had even touched his dick I was hard. He smiled at my efforts to get into
his pants and suggested again that we go to his place.  I wouldn't
go. Meanwhile, he had pulled onto a quiet residential street and parked the
car.
	I had his pants open by then and was stroking his soft dick through
silky underpants he had on with my trembling hands. I was fearful, but I
was also very very urgent and excited. It felt like I could feel the blood
pounding in my ears.  I knew I could feel it in my dick. He lifted his
bottom off the seat and I was able to slide his trousers down to his knees.
	I realized he had on soft silk panties instead of boys
underpants. His pretty white panties turned me on even more, and I stroked
the soft silk and his soft shaft beneath. I lifted and stroked his
scrotum. His balls were large and his penis started to stir. I moved down
on my knees on the floor of the car and in the light of the street lamp I
could see his penis through the sheer silk. It was beginning to harden.  .
	 I reached first to pull aside his panties, not even bothering to
take them off. I liked the look of his dark washboard belly, and his
swelling hard cock against the soft white silk. I liked the feeling of the
silk against my cheek and under my hands.  My excitement leaped again, and
I began to nuzzle his penis, kissing the tip and licking at his opening.
	It was the first time I had seen up close or handled a black
penis. He was uncut and this was also the first time in my life I had
handled a foreskin, or seen one this close up.  It was the first time I
could let my tongue burrow for the head of the penis in my mouth.  He
tasted strong, and I got a hint of a pissy taste as my tongue licked at his
hardening dick. I pulled open my own pants and started to jack my already
hard dick.
	One of the things I had decided in my earlier experiences was I
liked the feeling of a penis hardening in my mouth. Sucking an already hard
dick was fun, but there was a special feeling of sexual power feeling a
penis harden in my mouth. When I put this cock in my mouth it was still
soft, and not all that big.  His hair had a different texture from any I
had felt. It was coarser, and rougher, but the feeling of the silky panties
was exciting, and his penis, as it hardened became smoother and smoother.
I began to suck as well as lick.
	 I could hardly believe how fast his shaft grew in my mouth, and
how much!  When he got fully hard it felt like I was strained to even get
the thing in my mouth. I couldn't manage much more than the head. The head
alone seemed as big around as a tennis ball, and I was straining my jaw to
keep my teeth off him. I jacked him with my hands, licking madly. There was
no way to get traction, because every time I tried to get more in my mouth
I would gag.
	His foreskin stayed loose in my mouth, moving up and down with my
lips and tongue. I pulled down on the skin on his dick to reveal the head
and lick at his opening. The head was not brown anymore, it was purple. My
tongue madly caressed all around the head while my hands stayed busy.
There was something very exciting about such a big cock. I was conscious
that it was my mouth that had caused such excitement and caused his cock to
get so big. It was a pain though to have so much trouble sucking it. It was
the first time I wondered if I was any good at this.  I wanted to be Linda
Lovelace and swallow his cock. No way to do that here. He was just
enormous.
	He kept saying to me in a deep soft voice: "Let's go somewhere
private, and fuck and suck each other slowly, boy."  But there was no way I
was going anywhere with him. Having this monster in my mouth just confirmed
the reason for my terror.  I just murmured, in reply: "Cum in my mouth. Cum
in my mouth. Give me your cum to suck. I want to feel it in my mouth. I
want to swallow all of your beautiful cum."  At the same time I pulled down
hard on the skin at the base of his huge shaft, stretching the skin at the
top of his dick, and exposing the head.  I licked madly and sucked as hard
as I could manage.
	My enthusiasm put him over the top. His monster started to spurt
and it was like he had not cum for days. there was so much of it. I tried
to get every drop, licking up what spilled out of the stretched sides of my
mouth. I still loved the taste.
	I held him in my mouth as his enormous dick softened, but he
abruptly reached across me and opened the car door on my side.  Before I
realized what was happening, he had pushed and then kicked me out of the
car and onto the grass. I was stunned. My pants were open and my hard dick
was in my hand. There was sperm on my face and my lips, and in my mouth.  I
was lying on the grass boulevard in front of a ranch house in the suburbs.
He drove away immediately.
	I got up hurriedly, rearranged my clothes and started walking
toward my car, feeling sad and lonesome. I was also madly horny but there
was nothing I could do about it.
	When I got to my car, I headed toward home in Berkeley. It was
about midnight or a little after when I entered the Bay Bridge and 12:15 or
so when I came up on my exit. I was going to head up Marin into the
Berkeley Hills, and toward my house, but on impulse as I crossed San Pablo,
I turned North toward El Cerrito and Richmond. A little ways up on the left
there was another fuck book store. Once more, I thought.
	Once more was right. As I pulled up in front a short slight man
with brown hair walked up and pulled on the front door. It was locked. This
one was closed too.
	He walked away from the store, walking toward me. He was a small
man. The word "neat" came to mind. He looked like he was between 20 and 30
years old, about my age. I thought to myself that the girls I knew in
College would have said he was cute. On an impulse, (I seemed to do a lot
of that lately) I cranked the window of my car and said "You look lonely."
He smiled at me and said "Not any more."
	We talked for a moment about where to go. I told him frankly that I
was totally in the closet and he couldn't come to my place. My housemates
would have been stunned if I appeared and went upstairs with this man. He
laughed and told me he was married, so his place was out.
	In the end we parked in a quiet residential area in El Cerrito. We
kissed for a few minutes. It was the first time I had done that with a man
except the kiss from my Berkeley boy. It was fun being kissed by this
man. He was the aggressor, and I loved lying back and feeling his tongue
explore my mouth. I felt dominated, but cared for at the same time. There
was a real feeling if intimacy in his kisses. I reached for his crotch and
carefully caressed his penis through his pants. His dick felt hard but
small. I thought I might like that.
	I slipped out of his arms and moved to my knees on the car floor. I
opened his pants at the top, and slid down his zipper. His cock sprang
out. He had on no underwear. He came to the store ready for me. I was
trying to slip his pants down but he said:"Not here."  He didn't want to
undress. He did want me to give him my mouth though. His hands urged my
head toward his crotch.  He was already rigid.
	His penis was small, but perfectly in proportion. He was small and
so was his pretty shaft. My tongue stole a long lick, from the base to the
tip. I could taste what seemed to be pre-cum at the opening.  I lingered,
licking for the flavor.  Then I let my lips open and my mouth engulfed his
penis.
	I really liked the fact that I could take it all without gagging. I
also had a feeling of comfort and control. As I was licking and sucking, he
was plunging in and out, and my nose was banging into his belly and rubbing
his pubic hair.  I didn't feel like he was going to injure me, or choke
me. I liked the feeling.  After a few minutes plunging into my mouth,
moaning, he pulled my head up off him and told me to sit on the seat.
	He opened my slacks. He cradled my balls in my briefs and murmured
that he was dying to taste me, and that I was so beautiful, and so
big. After he licked me, he told me that he loved my taste, and he
proceeded to begin sucking strongly and pulling down on the skin of my
penis at the base.
	I warned him that I would not last. I was rock hard and ready to
pop. He stopped for a second, smiled up at me, and then looked at me and
told me to go ahead and cum, and to cum in his mouth.  I closed my eyes and
let the feeling take me away. His mouth was hot, and he sucked me as well
as anyone ever had. I felt as if he liked sucking me, just as I liked
sucking him. As the feelings overwhelmed me and I began to spurt into his
mouth, he began making happy moans in my lap. I could hear him
swallow. With all the stimulation and frustration from earlier in the
evening, I came strongly into his mouth. The feeling was wonderful, and
powerful.
	He sat up and kissed me again. I could taste myself, and I smiled
and said so.  I said: "Now let me taste you," and I dropped back to my
knees. I took him into my mouth immediately, and he began thrusting much
mure urgently than before.  He whispered: Put your finger in my hole. I
love the feeling."  I reached for his ass, and slipped my finger up his
behind. He was already lubed.  His cock kept moving in and out of my
strongly sucking mouth. I tried to match his rhythm with my finger,
rotating and moving in and out with his movements in my mouth.
	Very soon, as I was licking the head, I could feel his dick swell
even more in my mouth. I knew he was going to cum, and I made noises like
he had, to welcome his explosion.  I felt his first twitch. Then my mouth
was full of hot fragrant cum. His cock was plunging in and out, and I could
feel his spasms with my tongue and with my finger in his bottom. I licked
and sucked and swallowed. I made noises back at him. I almost squealed. His
cum was wonderful, and his kisses were sweet.  He drew me up for another
deep kiss as his penis started to really soften in my mouth.
	He said" Let's clean each other up." and went down on me again,
licking my soft penis and making licking noises. When I started to get hard
again, he stopped and moved up saying he had to go home. I moved down his
body and licked his soft penis then, finding more cum had escaped and was
sitting on the tip, just waiting for me. I licked up all I could find,
swallowing it all.
	He scribbled his name, Tony, and his work number for me. He told me
that I should never call him at home, that his wife had no idea of his
other life.  I told him my first name but told him that's all I could tell
him. He smiled and caressed my face. He told me I was sweet. He told me I
was hot. He said let's get it on again some time, and he split.
	I went home whistling. My house mate told me that the girl I had
taken to dinner had called right after I had dropped her off and asked him
to tell me to call on Sunday. She wanted to get together again.  I just
shook my head and went to bed. I wnted to see her again too. But to say I
was confused was a major understatement.


4. Two Booths

	Three months later I was at it again. I had spent a period of
several months dating and spending my romantic and erotic energy on young
women I met in the Bay area.  I had been enjoying myself very much, in a
wholesome sort of way, and I was working hard enough that I did not get
into any bookstores or other sex businesses.
	Then one Saturday night at a poker game in Kensington, I had just
enough Rye whiskey to drink to be just short of bulletproof. After the
game, I was alone and horny.  I headed down out of the hills and into the
flats, on the prowl.
	I walked into the fuck bookstore on San Pablo Avenue in El Cerrito
or Richmond at about 11:00 on Friday night. I was looking at all the
beautiful, sexy materials in the print porno section of the store when two
people came in together. The man in front was about 6'1'" tall, well
dressed in slacks and a blue wool blazer, with his tie loose and his shirt
open at the collar. He was tan and had a very white shirt on. He had curly
brown hair and was quite handsome.
	The woman with him was almost perfect. She was a dark haired beauty
with fine features, deep blue eyes and really lovely clear creamy skin. She
had large breasts pushing against a sheer white silk blouse. I could see
the lace of her bra through the blouse. She had on a loose mid-length black
skirt. She was medium height and and medium build but her figure was lush;
I might have said she was plump if she hadn't had a small waist. She was
really beautiful.
	The two of them went back to the back of the store, where the gay
materials were, and they were looking at magazines full of pictures of
young men sucking each other. He was showing her the mags and she would
giggle and put her arm around his waist. I was amazed and I moved back in
the store toward them to get a better look at her.
	As I got close she looked at me and smiled. She returned her
attention to the gay mag he was holding open, with two young men in a sixty
nine position sucking each other off. She would giggle and lick her lips as
he turned pages. I picked up a lesbian book and looked from it to her and
back again.  After a few minutes of this she took his hand and led him back
into the video booth section of the store, all the while holding his
hand. He smiled and trailed her through the curtains.
	I followed them. I stopped for change for the machines- I changed a
$5 bill.  I hurried into the back. I wanted to be sure to see what booth
they went into, and what movie they selected. They went into a booth toward
the rear of the area, and I followed, intending to see if there was a way
to look at them in their booth.
	I went into the booth next to theirs. I saw there was a hole in the
partition at crotch level into their booth and I closed and locked my
booth.  I put a quarter in my machine but I immediately crouched down to
peek through the hole. As my eye got close I saw her standing in the booth
facing toward me but most of the way across the booth. Her sheer white
blouse was now open all the way to her waist.
	Her breasts were large and shapely pushing against the lace of her
bra. As I watched she did that thing only girls can do. She reached all the
way behind herself with both arms, pushing out her beautiful breasts as she
unfastened her lacy bra. As her breasts swelled against the lace, I could
see her nipples through the sheer fabric. . Then her hands reappeared to
push up her bra above her breasts.  I could see her lovely, creamy breasts
standing up proudly by the light of the flickering movie. Her breasts were
large, a C or D cup. Her nipples were small, and pale pink. They looked
like hard pink pebbles.  Her left hand started to play with her nipples. I
saw her lick her fingers , and then return to squeezing her pretty pink
nipples.  Her right hand pulled up her skirt and she reached into her sheer
dark colored panties. Her hand was moving rapidly back and forth under the
silky material.
	Just then I saw his face appear at the hole. He was looking back at
me.  After a moment his face disappeared and his finger came through the
hole, and then was withdrawn. I was already hard as a rock and I didn't
even have my pants open yet. I hurriedly opened my pants and slipped my
cock into the darkness.  Immediately someone took my cock into their mouth
and began sucking strongly. I was blindingly excited.
	It might be him sucking me with her watching and being excited by
it.  She might be playing with her own pussy.  It might be her sucking me
and rubbing herself off while he watched. He might even be moving around to
fuck her as she sucked me. It was hard to know which idea was more
exciting.
	Just then the mouth changed. It was easy to identify the change. It
was a whole different feeling. The first mouth had been quick and urgent,
almost hurried. The second was softer and more sensuous. I had the feeling
that this second cocksucker was loving the taste of me while the first just
wanted to make me cum.  I liked both feelings very much, but they were
clearly different. Then the second mouth withdrew and I could feel a hand
stroke me. I heard her whisper loudly: "Come to the booth on the other
side." She repeated it- "Come to the booth on the other side."
	I carefully put my penis in my pants and zipped up. I walked to the
door to their booth but it was locked. Then I slipped into the booth on the
other side of theirs.  The hole into their booth was much larger on this
side, nearly a foot across. I could see her face at the hole first, smiling
at me. Then she moved away and I again looked through into the other
booth. As I did she pushed her pussy up to the hole.  I simply leaned
forward and licked her pussy.
	I realized with a thrill that she had perfumed her mound. She
smelled like Shalimar and hot wet pussy. A serious slut, as my friend Nancy
used to say.  I could not get my tongue far into her. But I could lick her
clit, and as I did I heard her gasp and moan. I pushed my face against the
wall and extended my tongue as far as I could and she began rubbing her
pussy on my tongue and chin. She tasted wonderful, salty and piquant.  She
smelled better. Beyond the perfume there was the smell of hot, wet
girl. Hot, wet pussy.  There is no smell, or taste like pussy in this
world.  Heavenly.
	I backed away to see her. Her pubic hair was dark and silky, and
lush. She had obviously just had a bikini wax. Her hair seemed to be above
her slit only, as her lips and legs were bare. Her mound was prominent, her
inner lips were wet and pushing out past her labia majora.  Her clit was
large, erect and red. As I looked, I saw her fingers separate her lovely
lips and one fingertip pushed back above her clit, retracting the hood and
bringing her whole hard pearl out for my eyes. Then her hips pushed back
toward me seeking my tongue again.  I moved back to the partition and
pushed my tongue as far as I could into her core.  Then I pursed my lips
and sucked her clit, slashing my tongue rapidly back and forth at its
tip. I loved the taste of her.  I heard her gasp and moan.
	She pulled away abruptly. My face stayed smashed against the
partition. My mouth was open and seeking, in the darkness. No one was
feeding the machines and it was dark. I heard rustling, and saw movement in
the booth. While it was still dark, I felt him gently rub the head of his
cock back and forth across my questing tongue and my lips. I extended my
tongue and tasted him. He tasted like pussy. He had obviously been in
her. Now he was going to be in me.
	As light came on from the movie in their booth, he slipped his
penis into my mouth. I knew she was watching. I pushed my face forward into
their booth so she could see us better. I began sucking and licking. I was
astounded by the feeling.  It was exciting to realize that she was
watching, and that they had put a quarter in the machine just so she could
see me suck his cock. But the feeling of what I was doing was even more
exciting. His smooth cock, slipping back and forth in my mouth, smelled and
tasted like her pussy.  Because it was wet before I began, it slipped into
my mouth smoother and easier than any in my experience.
	I was suddenly overwhelmed by fantasy. I wanted both of them to cum
in my mouth. I wanted him to cum in her pussy and let me suck it out of
her. I wanted to eat her pussy, as she lay on her back, spread out in front
of me.  I wanted to be licking her clit with my ass in the air while he
licked my hole and then fucked me. I was totally out of control.  I was
burning.
	He pulled out of my mouth then. Her hand came to my face and
caressed my lips. Her face appeared out of the darkness, and she kissed me
deeply, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her sweet tongue took the place
of his hard penis.  She must have been able to taste her own pussy on my
lips. Her tongue was in my mouth where his beautiful cock had just been
sliding back and forth. It was an incredibly sensuous kiss.
	She moaned and lurched forward. I am sure that's when he went into
her again.  She moaned again and then whispered: "Let me suck. Give it to
me to suck."  I stood up and pushed my dick through the partition and into
her lovely mouth. She began to suck me strongly. From the sounds and the
little jumps and moans I could tell that she was moving her head forward
and back with the movements of the man buried in her pussy. They were both
moving like there was no time to spare. She was whimpering and moaning. I
felt her fingers slip under my balls and rub the tender skin back toward my
anus.
	I was plunging into her mouth. My hips were banging the partition,
but I didn't care. Her noises were so loud and so immediate I didn't think
that anyone could mistake them for a movie anyway.
	Just as her finger burrowed into my anus, I began to spurt in her
mouth. It was incredibly intense. It felt like I came in pints. She kept
sucking and sucking as I came, all the while making noises that were higher
and higher pitched. She was obviously cumming herself.  As I started to
soften, the noises continued.  I withdrew and dropped down to kiss her. She
sucked my tongue into her sperm filled mouth. Then she pushed a good deal
of my own sperm into my mouth with her tongue. As I started to swallow, she
gasped into my mouth that she was cumming again. I kissed her wildly again,
giving her my tongue to suck. I loved her.  She loved me.
	When she moved away I thought we were done.  I was shaken by the
feelings this experience had aroused. This had been one of the most intense
experiences I had ever had.
	His cock came back through the partition. It was sloppy wet. I
could see his sperm at the tip, and her creamy secretions all around his
shaft. I didn't hesitate. I began licking at the opening and then slipped
my head down around his shaft. The mixed up taste of the two of them and
the smooth dick in my mouth began to give me another erection.  I never had
another hard come up so fast before.
	He was softening in my mouth and he withdrew after just a minute.
I began to pull away and straighten up when I heard her hips thud against
the partition, and saw wisps of her pubic hair at the opening. Once again I
pressed my face at the limits of the opening as my tongue pushed into her
pussy. This time her lovely slit was sloppy and full of sperm. I could feel
his flow dropping onto my tongue as she rubbed herself on my lips and
mouth. I could smell her and smell him in their mingled secretions as she
gave me her pussy to sip, and lick like a hot ice cream cone.  The taste
raised my own shaft to fully erect. He had obviously cum quite a lot, and
she was giving her puss to me to let me suck it out of her.
	As she rubbed against my face I could hear her gasping and whining
again and I heard her beg him: "Suck my ass. Put your tongue in my bottom."
Thirty seconds more with her lovely slit in my face and my tongue seeking
her depths and she moaned, then whined again and fell away.
	He put a quarter into their machine. It looked like he was helping
to hold her up. Then she straightened up and I could again see her really
beautiful face.  She dropped her skirt and pulled her bra down to cover her
breasts. She reached behind herself to close her bra. I extended one arm
through the partition to caress her body as she closed her blouse.  She
kissed my fingers and pressed a soft package into my hand. I heard the door
open and they were gone.
	I straightened my clothing and exited the booth. There were four
men in the aisle who looked at me as I walked out of the video area and
into the store. I could tell by looking at them that they knew in a general
way what had been going on in the booth area- sex. But if I told them what
had really been happening, how totally vulnerable we had all been, they
would never believe me.
	As I got out of the store and under the streetlight I realized with
a thrill that what I had in my hand was her dark green silk
panties. Heedless of who was watching I pressed them to my face. I could
smell her perfume and her pussy mixed in the fragrant silk.  Then something
white fluttered out. I bent to retrieve it.  It was a business card, her
card from a local gallery. My heart leaped. She had handed me her business
card, wrapped in her panties. I had to see her again.


5. Hot Tub

	I arranged first thing in the morning for roses to be delivered to
her at the gallery. Then I called her at 10:30 at the number on her card. I
told her secretary my name but declined to tell her what my call was
about. I told the secretary it was personal and that I was acquainted with
Barbi.  A moment later she was on the phone. She said: "You said this is
personal, but I don't think I know you. Who is this?"  I thought fast. "I
only wanted to thank you for your gift last night.  Green silk has always
been my favorite. I slept last night with it next to my face on the
pillow. I also wanted to make sure you were in today. I've sent you some
roses."
	  "Oh God. Thank you for the flowers! I wondered if you would
call. I'm very glad you did," she said.  She let me know that she had
business, and couldn't talk to me during the day. She told me that she and
her husband had very much enjoyed "meeting" me and she invited me to her
house near Grizzly Peak in the Berkeley Hils. She said: "Come on up about
eight and we'll drink some Champagne and take a hot tub."  I told her I
would be there.
	I brought a swimming suit and a bottle of Mumms to her door at
eight. She met me at the door wearing a silk robe.  When she saw me she
smiled broadly and threw her arms around my neck. As she pressed against me
I got the impression she had very little if anything on under the silk. My
hands at her back told me that she had on no bra.  She took the Champagne
from me with a smile and then took my hand and led me into the house.
	As I entered the house I saw the roses in a cut glass vase on the
dining table in a room to my right.  We walked around a redwood partition
into what was a very comfortable looking room with couches and overstuffed
chairs. Straight ahead was a wall of glass looking out into an
Atrium. There was an open sliding glass door and through the opening I saw
her husband sitting in a steaming redwood hot tub surrounded by a
deck. . He smiled and waved.
	She motioned me down a hall with her saying she would get me a robe
and a towel. As we walked she thanked me again for the flowers and then
began talking of the previous night.  She told me that she and her husband
had never had an experience like that, but had been talking about doing it
for weeks. She said she couldn't believe it when she walked in and saw me
standing there "looking so cool."  She had been afraid that it would be all
dirty old men in raincoats.
	I didn't have a clue what to say. I tried to keep smiling and
making affirming noises while my mind burned. She brought me into a guest
bathroom with several robes on hooks on the wall. She told me I could
change and leave my clothes there. Then she smiled and said: "You won't
need this," and she flicked my swimming trunks with her finger, "We tub
nude around here."  As she said it she opened her robe for a flash and
showed me her truly lovely naked body. She giggled and scooted down the
hall back toward the Atrium.
	When I had undressed and put on a robe I headed for the Atrium
myself. I felt a little self conscious as I got up onto the deck and saw
their robes hanging on hooks on the redwood wall. Both of them were
reclining in the bubbling water. He said: "It's hard to be the only one out
of the water isn't it?" and he hopped out of the water and reached out a
hand.  I'm Bobby, he said. I believe You've already met my wife. He laughed
infectiously. I laughed along with him, and told him my name. I pulledoff
my robe and hung it up behind the tub. As I turned back Bobby was getting
back in the water. I followed him into the steaming water. After just a
moment, I felt the tension start to flow out of my muscles.
	Barbi reached above her head and grabbed an already open bottle of
Korbel natural. She poured me a glass, and topped off Bobby's glass.
	As she was pouring the Champagne, she stood up. Her breasts were
really fabulous. Even better than I thought the night before. They were
quite large, but without any sag. Her aureole were small as were her
nipples, small and pink. She caught me looking and smiled at me. I think I
blushed. She said: "Don't worry. I like to have you look at me." I could
feel my penis stir.
	After a few minutes talking and drinking, Bobby sat out on the deck
with his feet in the water. He caressed her face as she reclined with just
her head on the deck next to his thigh.  She turned her head and kissed his
hip. Then she smiled at me. I smiled back and then she rolled around his
knee to place her head between his legs.  She stayed there only a minute
and then hopped up onto the seat and out onto the deck.
	As she left the tubI saw her pretty pussy framed by her delectable
bottom. I felt a surge of excitement. I automatically looked across the tub
at her husband, and found him looking right back at me.  His penis was
coming up into full erection. I realized she had been sucking him.  I
stared for a minute at his pretty dick and then moved my eyes to his
face. He was smiling at me. I looked away toward his wife. She was naked
and beautiful, standing on the deck by the house. As I looked at her she
laughed and began soaping her breasts.  "Peppermint Castile soap," she
said.
	She reached into an alcove and a shower on the side of the house
began to spray her. She threw her her head back and let the water wash over
her.  As she began to wash beween her legs, Bobby stood up. He was fully
erect as he moved to join her under the flowing water. They were just so
beautiful together.  She caressed Bobby's hard penis and then looked over
toward me and smiled at me again.  I heard her say "Come on."  I looked at
Bobby and he was smiling at me too. I started to move. I could feel my
penis starting to rise.
	I stood on the seat and jumped up onto the deck. My penis was
continuing to get hard. I didn't know where to look. They were a visual
feast. He was handsome and large. He obviously was a member of a local
health club or gym, as his muscles had both size and definition. His dick
was average sized, but really well shaped.  His belly was flat and muscled
and hard and was covered by lots of light brown hair, flattened down by the
water. That made his cock look bigger.
	She was beautiful.  Her face was lovely, framed by dark hair, with
intelligent bright blue eyes shining in the lights on the deck.  Her boobs
looked just as good as they had in the half light of the booth.  Her pussy
had lots of dark hair above, but had little hair around her lips or at the
juncture of her really extraordinary, elegant legs. As she turned her back
I saw she had the high heart shaped ass I have always loved. In clothes she
had looked almost plump. Out of her clothes I could see that her waist was
small, and her belly was flat. She was just ripe; her hips broadened and
her breasts swelled with sexual purpose. I had thoughts of Aphrodite as I
looked at her.
	 I moved toward them as she began to wash him. She began with his
chest and then washed his back from his front side, pressing her breasts
against his chest as she lathered his muscular back and reached to wash his
crack.  as she proceeded she rubbed up against him and smiled up into his
face. His penis looked painfully hard by now.
	Then she backed up a pace and started to wash between his legs,
washing under his testicles first before lathering his shaft. as she washed
she dropped to her knees and jacked his shaft right in font of her face
with the lather foaming around her hand as she washed.
	I approached the two of them slowly. I was feeling somewhat
uncomfortable as they played. As I got close to them she said to me:"Take
over" and turned Bobby toward me by the handle she had in her hand. She
grabbed my hand and put it on Bobby's dick. The warm water and slippery
soap made it easy to gently and smoothly jack his shaft. I didn't
hesitate. The moment was magical and powerful with sexuality.  I fell into
an easy rhythm, moving my hand on his penis. At that same time she reached
all the way between my legs and began to wash my ass.  Her fingers explored
my crack pausing to rub gently at my opening. Her face was inches from my
penis, and she leaned forward and sweeetly kissed the glans of my penis.
Then for just a moment she let it pass her lips into her mouth. I felt her
tongue rub over the head and I got even harder.
	She turned my bottom toward the water and pulled my cheeks apart to
rinse.  Then she began to lather my own shaft. Bobby disengaged from my
slow moving hand, rinsed under the warm water, and moved toward the doors.
He stopped on the way to pick up one of the large, rough, white towels on a
little table.  As he walked through the door he was drying his hair.
	I got soap on my hands and washed above my waist as she washed
below. When she stood, I was ready and I caressed her breasts with the
peppermint soap. She leaned into me and kissed me deeply, pushing her
tongue into my mouth. Then she whispered: "Lets go inside. I want to go to
bed."  I agreed wordlessly, making affirming noises as I had since
arrival. It felt as though she had been reading my mind since I arrived and
trying only to please me.
	We finished rinsing. Then she took my hand and led me to the
house. We both picked up towels. I began to dry her extraordinary body and
she returned the service as we walked through the family room and into the
bedroom.
	He was already in bed. The bed was enormous and covered with white
satin sheets. He was lying back, propped up at the headboard with the sheet
pulled up to the middle of his chest.  I could see the tent in the sheets
held up by his pole.  She reached out a hand and pulled back the sheet,
exposing his body. She looked at me and smiled and stroked my cock. She
said, smiling at each of us: " I want both of you at once."
	She guided me to a position lying beside Bobby. She smiled
mischievously at the two of us and then kneeled between us. She leaned over
to lick my cock. She took it in her mouth, sucking and licking for a moment
and then moved to do the same with Bobby's cock.  For the next few minutes
she moved back and forth, sucking and licking, and occasionally smiling up
at us. She smiled like a girl doing something naughty, but something which
she liked very much.
	There was something about the combination of watching and doing
that was very exciting. While she was sucking me, she had her left hand on
Bobb's dick jacking him. While she was down on her husband she stroked and
played with my wet dick with her right hand. I loved the look of her mouth
straining down on his penis. I could see her suck him much better than I
could see her at my own shaft. She seemed conscious of putting on a show,
throwing her long dark hair from side to side to allow each of us to see
the other in her mouth.
	After a few minutes Bobby got up and moved behind her. She began
sucking and playing with just me, as Bobby began fucking her from
behind. She grunted as he went into her and I could hear the pace of her
breathing pick up as she sucked me while accepting him from behind.
	I wanted to do something for her. I wanted the experience to be
magical for her. I moved around carefully so I could get into a sixty-nine
position with her.  I wanted to lick her clit as he was fucking her.  She
never stopped sucking me as I moved around and into position.
	It was an incredible view watching his penis thrust into her pussy
from an inch below her.  His shaft was coated with her juices, shiny and
hard.  I carefully moved into position so that I could lick her clit as
Bobby was fucking her. He was using long slow strokes, coming almost all
the way out of her and then moving forward to drive slowly but powerfully
all the way back in. I could see the corona as he withdrew, and his whole
slippery shaft. Then he would thrust and his penis would disappear right up
to his scrotum.  The smell was powerful. They smelled most of all of her
pussy, but they smelled like sex. It was an incredible vantage point.
	I moved to join the action.  As my tongue touched her clit I heard
her gasp and moan for the first time. I could feel his scrotum caress my
forehead and his shaft rub along my nose as I sucked and licked the top of
his wife's pretty pussy, and her clit.
	I think she started cumming immediately when I took her clit
between my lips and sucked it like a nipple in my mouth. I could feel his
dick rubbing my face, leaving trails of her pussy juices all over the
middle of my face.  As she started to cum she gave a strangled scream and
from then on kept making those noises I love so much. Noises that sound
like pain but aren't exactly. Hurts so good.  Hurts so good. "Suck me and
fuck me" her groans and squeals said wordlessly.
	 His rhythm picked up over the next few minutes and I kept sucking
her.  Then I saw him pour his sperm into her pussy from an inch away. It
was an amazing sight to see such an act of love so close up. I could see
the pulsations in his penis as he came, buried deep within her. That put me
over the top too, and I felt my own penis explode in her furiously sucking
mouth.
	Bobby pulled out. Her whole pussy was available to me.  I moved up
and licked her clit and then her outer lips. Some of his spend began to
flow out of her and I buried my face in her pussy to taste him. I licked
and gently sucked to get more of their mingled juices.  After a minute of
this she moved off me. We all kissed, gently but thoroughly. Each of them
paused to lick some of the mingled fluids from my face. Each of them kissed
me deeply, and was kissed by me in return. It was unhurried and infinitely
sensual.  All of us reclined on their bed, which I realized was huge. I
could not stop smiling.  What a joy!
	Barbi got up and went out to get the Champagne. I loved the look of
her beautiful ass as she moved. She came in with my bottle of Mumms and
Bobby popped the cork as she ran out and quickly came back in with
glasses. She giggled and said: "There have been a lot of corks popping
around here tonight."  "Exploding is more like it, " I said.
	I told them what a dream come true this experience had been for me
and found myself telling these loving people about my rather unconventional
sex life over the previous months. I told them that I didn't think I was
gay, but I was obviously not straight. She laughed at me and said: " We're
polymorphous perverse around here."
	He looked at me more seriously and said "Don't worry. You're not
alone. I'm just like you.  There aren't that many people who are all one
way, but it takes a special person to get free enough to enjoy all of their
sexuality."  I thanked them again and she thanked me right back.
	After another glass of Champagne, I leaned over and kissed her
beautiful breasts.  She leaned over with her nipple in my mouth and kissed
Bobby right on the end of his penis. We all laughed and I found myself
asking her if there was anything special she would like. Her response was
amazing given the circumstances; she blushed.
	After a moment she said: " Would you be willing to suck Bobby
again? I would like to get a better look than I could get last night. I
thought that was unbelievably exciting."  I didn't say anything. I just
smiled at her and moved toward Bobby on the bed. I moved between his calves
and then leaned forward to lick Bobby's soft penis. I started with the
shaft just above his balls, and licked slowly toward the tip. I could taste
and smell her pussy all over him. When I got to the corona, I stopped and
sucked at the sensitive tissue in the notch of his beautiful cut cock.  He
began to harden against my lips, tongue and mouth. I rubbed his hardening
shaft on my face.
	I moved to the tip. There was some of his cum at his opening. My
tongue snaked out and licked it up. Bittersweet and surprisingly
fragrant. I pursed my lips and let his stiffening shaft move slowly but
steadily into my mouth. As he moved into my mouth I heard her gasp and then
she said: "That's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!" I began
sucking strongly and bobbing my head. I was rubbing his hardening penis
with the flat of my tongue.
	She moved in behind me. I felt her hand grasp my penis from behind,
between my legs. She caressed me slowly. My ass was in the air.  I felt her
tongue begin to lave the inside surfaces of my cheeks, moving toward my
anus. Then her tongue dipped into my hole. She continued to stroke my cock
as Bobby's cock moved in and out in my mouth. I felt like the top of my
head would explode, I was so excited.
	She move her head between us and engulfed my cock in her own sweet
mouth. Her finger took the place of her tongue at my back door and I could
feel the nail on her finger as she pressed her finger into me. I began to
search for Bobby's hole.  It felt so good I wanted to share the sensation
with him.  As I touched Bobby's anus he grunted and pushed his anus down on
my finger. I pushed right in to the second knuckle. At the same time I
could feel his penis swell in my mouth.
	I realized he was about to cum. So fast. I clamped down and sucked
strongly but as his penis gave its first quick contraction in my mouth,
Barbi let go of my penis and pushed me off Bobby's dick. "Let's switch,"
she said. Bobby was gasping for air.
	Bobby's dick was an inch from my lips and two inches from my eye. I
could not tell if he was going to pop all over my face.  I saw his dick
twitch twice and a small amount of creamy white fluid appear at the tip of
his penis. I couldn't resist.  I leaned forward again and my tongue
carefully licked it up. There was that taste I had learned to love. I heard
Barbi gasp again. His dick just quivered with tiny pulsations.
	Barbi scooted up next to Bobby on the bed. Her legs sprawled open
wantonly, and her hands urged my face deep between her legs. I began to
lick her pussy as she moved me over between her legs.  I could still taste
his cum from before in her lovely pussy. She began jamming pillows under
her hips to raise her pelvis and tilt it forward, opening herself even more
for me. I swiped my tongue from her anus to her clioris in one long, slow
movement. Then I moved back to the bottom to do it again.
	As I went over her bottom with my tongue I pushed into her anus
with the tip of my stiffened tongue. As I did it I felt Bobbys hand seeking
my own back door.  As my tongue extended deep into Barbi's pussy, I felt
Bobby's finger push lubricant into my anus. I realized that my fantasy from
the night before was about to become real. He was going to fuck me as I
licked her pussy. Unbelievable.  I licked her clit and then groaned as a
second finger joined the first exploring my behind.
	He was pushing lube into me and I knew what was coming. I wanted
it, but I was afraid.  I told him:" Be gentle. I"ve never done this."  "
Easy does it," he said in reply. I buried my face in her warm fragrant
pussy as I felt his penis begin to slip into the groove of my behind, and
then felt him push against my anus.
	The only time that it hurt was when he was popping the head inside
the first time. It burned as he opened me up. I had a feeling of
doom. There was so much pressure.  After he had popped in, I groaned again,
and he stopped. I had stopped sucking her pussy although my nose and mouth
was still buried in her. I could hear myself gasping for air. I thought of
telling him to stop, that I couldn't take it.  It burned so. But he stopped
by himself, and let me get used to the feeling of it.  After a brief time,
30 seconds or so, the burning began to subside. He seemed to know somehow.
Very gently and slowly he started again to push forward. To push in me! In
me! I tentatively pushed back against him, and he began to sink into me. I
heard him moan this time, and felt him lick my neck. As he started to pant
and move I began to suck her clit and lick her pussy again.
	She gasped and began to move. She had been frozen right along with
us. Now she was shifting around on the bed while holding my head against
her fragrant center. I realized that she was trying to get into a sixty
nine position with me.  We were going to do the reverse of what we had just
done together but with Bobby fucking me this time.  I got up part way to
help her under me and as she slithered between my legs she said: "I want to
see him fucking you. I want to see!"
	He started to fuck me in earnest.  I could feel him pushing in and
then drawing most of the way out. It no longer hurt. I felt her pull my
balls forward and out of the way of her face and then I heard her say:
"Give him all of it.  Fuck him, Bobby; he loves it. Go all the way inside
him! You're holding back. Fuck him now. "  I pushed back against Bobby's
next thrust and felt him go into me deeper than I had realized was
possible. I had the same thought as I had in Berkeley several months
before- He's fucking me! He's fucking me!
	I pulled away from her lush opening for a moment told him that it
felt like he was going to come out of my mouth!  She laughed at that and
said: "If it does, put it in me."  I returned to sucking and licking her
beautiful valley.
	She opened her legs in front of my face again. I took hold of her
buttocks with my hands and buried my tongue in her snatch, searching for
her hard little marble with my tongue and lips. I buried one finger in her
pussy and one in her anus as I sucked and licked her.  I think I had gone
soft for a few minutes, but as she took my cock in her mouth I could tell
that the wonderful sensations in my bottom and the wonderful tastes and
smells in my face were hardening me rapidly.  Then abruptly, I realized
that I was going to cum almost immediately.  His dick plunging in and out
of me and her mouth pulling at me were making the feelings in my cock
unbelievably urgent.
	His dick was like a power tool in my behind.  Her mouthwas creating
incredible feelings in me.  I could feel it cumming up. Without any warning
I began to shoot my cum down her throat. As I did, she squealedand pushed
her pussy hard against my face wrapping her legs around my neck. I caught
her clit in my teeth, and I slashed my tongue back and forth across it. He
thrust harder than ever into my ass. I could feel his spasms deep in my
bowels as I was cumming like a firehose in his wife's mouth and down her
throat. My ass was gripping and releasing his penis and he was groaning his
pleasure into my neck. We all came together-beautifully.  It seemed like it
lasted forever.
	He pulled out first. I was licking her pussy in a gentle way and
she was continuing to nurse at my penis when he popped out of my anus. As
he did I heard her make a startled noise.  After just a moment I moved off
her and turned to see.
	As he pulled out, his sperm had washed back out of my stretched
anus.  A good deal of it had landed had landed on her forehead, and was
sliding slowly toward her nose and eyes. She began to laugh
delightedly. Bobby bent over to kiss her and then moved up to lick up some
of his own sperm from her face. I leaned forward toward her and kissed her
myself, pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting my own sperm. Then I
licked up some of his creamy fluid off her forehead.  She hummed in a
satisfied way as we cleaned her up, licking.
	I saw his dick softening about a foot away as I kissed her again. I
straightened up and took it in my hand.  I saw sperm spread all over the
head and shaft of his dick. Heedless of the fact that it had just cum in my
own ass, I licked the head and took it into my mouth.  I loved the feeling
of his cock in my mouth. I tasted the bitter flavor of my ass mixed with
the salty taste of his cum.  I sucked and licked for more sperm. Again I
heard Barbi gasp. She said: "That's nasty!" in an admiring way.  I moved my
head down around the rest of his shaft. I could feel and taste his whole
softening dick in my mouth. I could taste my own ass on his shaft. I was
getting more sperm from him and I was sucking avidly.
	 I felt more movement on the bed and then I felt her tongue start
to lick my behind.  Her tongue went right up inside me easily. He had
stretched me and opened me and her tongue entered me deeply.  I felt her
begin to suck the sperm out of my ass. She was making smacking and sucking
noises behind me and as I looked up at him, his eyes were huge. He looked
down at me and then I saw his eyes move to where she was licking my ass. He
groaned and started to harden again in my mouth. I groaned with him and
started to harden just with the thought that she and I were tasting the
same nasty taste. I stroked his bottom. I took my dick in my other hand and
stroked it. The taste in my mouth was delicious in a totally out of control
way. I knew there would be more fucking and sucking this night.


6. Treblemint

	I was back in the booths only once more. It was five years later. I
had already made arrangements to move away from California. I was married
and I had one baby at home and one on the way. My sex life had been stable
and faithful for three years. My wife knew all about my former adventures
because in a moment of mad risk and trust I had told her. In reply, she
startled me with tales of eating pussy in the girls' dorm where she had
lived for two years. Pussy galore. We laughed and then fucked like bunnies
after this conversation.  Then we laughed at ourselves again.
	Anyway, my life was vanilla ice cream- sweet but really
familiar. The night I went back to the booths, my wife had gone out of town
for a week, taking my daughter with her. I was home alone.  It was amazing
how fast my horniness and my loneliness returned. Just like an old
friend. Still, I would never have done anything about it except for the
drink.
	I went out for drinks with some old pals in preparation for leaving
town. We had just enough to take away my inhibitions and then my three
friends went home to their wives. I was headed home alone. Maybe not. I
felt like I was on autopilot.  My hands and my feet knew where to go
without checking with my brain or my conscience. I was walking into the
fuck book store on SanPablo Avenue without ever once really thinking about
it, but with my excitement bubbling just under the surface. I was ready.
	I stopped for tokens and walked back into the video area. It was
Saturday night about ten o'clock.  When I entered the video area I saw that
the place was full of young men moving slowly from booth to booth, looking
at one another and smiling. There were about a dozen men back there- ten or
so more than I had ever seen before.  I saw two young men come out of a
booth together, and one of them caressed the face of the other man as they
left. I had obviously walked right into Cruiser heaven. Sex was in the air.
	I went into a booth near the rear of the place. I paid no attention
to the photo come-on outside the booth as I had little interest in the
movie. I was interested in a zipless fuck. I was looking for hard cock. I
wanted to feel someone's sexual response, someone's hard excitement.  Most
of all, I wanted to suck and lick a penis until it spurted in my mouth.
	I really was not looking to get off as much as I wanted to get
someone else off.  I wanted to submit.  I wanted to give delight.  I wanted
to give pleasure.  I wanted to give satisfaction. I wanted to give love.
	 As I walked into the booth I intentionally didn't lock the door. I
just pulled the door closed, opened my zipper, and fumbled my cock out of
my boxers and into the air.
	I dropped four tokens in the machine as soon as I could find the
slot. I noted in passing that the movie was a gay loop involving two
attractive young men of the blonde persuasion, and a dark haired man with a
lot of body hair and a large uncut dick. My real attention was on the booth
itself though. I was looking for a hole in the wall.  I wanted to
peep. Iwanted to signal and suck and be peeped and be signaled and sucked.
	To my left, to the left of the door I could see a hole through into
the next booth. That booth was clearly in use from the light flooding
through the opening.  On my right there was also a glory hole a little
smaller than the one on my left but plenty big enough. I could see no light
in that one.
	There was a folding chair in my booth.  I sat down and leaned
forward to see into my neighbor's booth on the left. As I moved toward the
hole, a very hard dick and a pair of balls came right through the hole- no
invitation required.  The head was exposed-the man had been circumcised.
The shaft was fully erect, and in an obvious state of excitement. His penis
was pale white except for the lovely pink head. His pubic hair was sparse
and blonde.  There was a drop of moisture at the tip, pooling in his small
opening.
	I didn't even hesitate. This was exactly what I was here for. I
caressed his shaft with both hands and then tilted the shaft downward
toward my open mouth.  I licked away the drop of cum and then I let the
triangular head slip into my mouth.  I still loved giving head. I loved the
taste and the smell and the feeling. I loved the connection between the
pleasure sensations between my own legs and the smooth hard penis in my
mouth. I loved most of all the feeling of submission- that I was there to
give pleasure.
	 I was struck by the smoothness of his shaft. I was again amazed at
how his dick and my mouth seemed to fit. His pole plunging in and out of my
clinging lips felt so natural and right- not like an unnatural act at
all. I liked sucking on his penis.
	He didn't take long. It was just a minute or two before his penis
swelled a little more in my mouth and my mouth was full of hot fluid, hot
sperm. The taste was salt and smoke. Again I had the feeling that something
was alive in my mouth.  Something besides his squirming, thrusting dick. I
continued to nurse at his shaft until he removed it, pulling it away from
me. I heard the pop as he withdrew from my mouth.  I would have held it and
sucked it until it was hard again.
	I looked through the hole to get a look at him. His movie was off
and I could see nothing in his booth, until he opened the door and walked
out.  Then all I could see was his trim round butt in jeans and a broad
back in a sportshirt.  Then he was gone.  I sat up to catch my breath,
still tasting his flow in my mouth and still not ready to cum myself.
	As I sat up I saw there was now another penis in my booth, through
the hole on the right. I imagine that its owner had watched me suck off the
man on my left and as he saw me finish, decided he wanted some. This penis
was smaller and darker.  Again I did not hesitate. I took him into my
mouth, licking and sucking strongly. "Slut. Whore. Cocksucker."  That's
what I wanted to be.
	I concentrated this time on technique. I wanted to be good. I paid
close attention to the ridge at the joining of the head and the shaft. I
tried to give pleasure with my flickering tongue tip as he plunged in and
out and as I bobbed up and down. I wanted him to cum. My excitement
spiraled upwards. I realized that I would have let him fuck me if he would
just come into the booth.
	He was getting close. I could tell. His penis was larger and the
vein running down from the head toward his body was distended and taut. His
penis twitched in my mouth. His thrusts were stronger in my hand and in my
mouth. I had to be careful not to gag.  Just then the door to my booth
opened, flooding us with light.
	I looked up, startled to see a rather slight and pretty young man
entering the booth. The hard dick which had been in my mouth had slipped
out, but I still had it in my hand. When the young man who had interrupted
us turned to lock the door, I licked the penis in my hand. As the young man
turned back toward me I smiled at him and again licked the penis in my
hand.  Then I let the head slip back into my mouth.  I was fearful, but
even more excited. I hoped he would suck me. I wanted to cum.
	The newcomer, who had light brown hair, a white tee shirt and
bluejeans, caressed the back of my neck as I bobbed up and down on the
shaft in my mouth. I heard him whisper:" Beautiful."  I'm not sure if my
next booth neighbor knew of the reason for the interruption, but it clearly
had delayed the eruption of the volcano in my mouth. His shaft no longer
felt so urgent.
	The young man in my booth dropped to his knees in front of me and
slipped his hands up under my shirt and onto my chest. He pinched my
nipples hard.  He took my penis in his mouth and began to suck me. His
mouth was soft, and hot, and wet.  Maybe it was because my penis had been
out in the air a while but he felt to me like he had a fever.  The heat was
really exciting.  I groaned around the shaft in my mouth.
	Now I really was turned on by the direct parallel between what I
was giving with my mouth and what I was getting in this young man's
mouth. As the penis in my mouth twitched with excitement I could feel my
own excitement twitch in response.  As the one in my mouth swelled again I
could feel my own swell. As I tasted pre- cum in my mouth I imagined that
this lovely young man tasted mine. As the cock in my mouth swelled again
and began to tremble I felt my own excitement peak.
	My neighbor squirted his hot fragrant fluid in my mouth just as I
began to feel my own spasms, and feel my own hot fluid well in the young
man's mouth.  I loved the feeling.  I loved the taste.  I swallowed all I
could get.  I squirted in the young man's mouth.  I kept cumming and
cumming. The dick in my mouth kept squirting and I swallowed and
sucked. Hurts so good.  I stayed with it as his penis softened in my
mouth. I was licking and sucking, trying to make sure I got all of his
sperm.
	As my neighbor withdrew, I became aware that the young man in front
of me was unfastening my belt and then my pants. As he tugged at my
waistband to pull down my pants and my underpants, I saw there was yet
another cock in the booth fron the hole on the left this time. This one was
only half hard.
	I lifted my hips and pulled up my bottom so my pants would come
down. A moment later I had the third penis of the evening in my jaw. It
hardened rapidly.  I really loved the feeling of sexual power I got as his
penis hardened in my mouth.
	The young man urged me into a standing position in the booth. I was
leaning forward to suck the hard dick in the left glory hole. Then I felt
hands at my bottom, spreading lube on my hole. Playing with me. I felt one,
then a second finger enter me. For some reason I was loose and open. I
realized that he wanted to fuck me. He was going to fuck me. I wanted the
feeling of his beautiful cock entering me. I made noises to encourage him,
as he fingered me.
	I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be filled with cock.
Slut. Whore. Fill me up with your cocks. Take me. Use me. Spray me with
sperm.  That's the way I felt at that moment.
	He eased into my bottom as I felt the cock in my mouth start to
approach cumming. I had to stop sucking for a moment. The sensation of
being filled with cock was just too much for me right then. I couldn't
coordinate my sucking with the fucking. After a few moments, as the burning
in my bottom subsided and I could feel the pleasure of his dick hitting my
prostate, I returned to sucking.
	The sensation of being filled with cock was truly wonderful. I
remember thinking: "If I had another hole, like girls do, I would take
three at a time."  I know I pulled my head up for a moment to say: "Thank
you! Oh thank you. Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"  Both of them did just that.
They settled into a rhythm together, both shafts fully in me and then both
withdrawing, only to plunge forward in me again.
	The one in my mouth exploded first. He had more cum than either of
the first two men I had blown. He squirted hard and fast in my mouth and
his sperm tasted really strong on my tongue. Then I felt the young man in
my ass begin to drive forward deeper and faster.  When he held deep inside
me and then moved in small plunging motions, I knew he was cumming in my
bottom. I felt his spasms inside me. I heard him groan and felt him kiss
the back of my neck.
	I loved the thought of being fucked. I loved the feeling of it. I
made noises to let them both know I loved it. Their cocks felt like they
might meet in the middle.  As the cock in my mouth began to shrink and
soften, I became aware of the weight of the young man on my back.  He
pulled out of my behind as I released the beautiful cock in my jaw.
	I was lucky. When he withdrew from my ass, I realized he had
stopped to put on a condom. That was nice, I thought, as it would make
cleanup easier and less itchy. Little did I know of the dangers that had
begun to emerge. I was lucky.
	When I realized he had on a "safe" I pulled it off him and then
bent to clean off his penis with my lips and tongue. There was a lot of
sperm on his softening dick and I tried to get it all. I tucked the used
rubber in my pocket.
	There was another hard dick in the window to the right. I had had
enough, though, and I pulled up my pants, and began to fasten and tuck my
clothing.  My partner in the booth pressed up against me for a moment and
kissed me. The kiss was sweet. Then he sat on the chair, smiled at me,
closed his eyes and began to suck the disembodied dick in the glory
hole. He was moving slowly and beautifully.  I stayed for a minute,
fascinated. I had never seen two other people have sex in front of me. I
realized that my dick was starting to get hard again.
	But I went home. It was the last experience I had with anyone else
at the booths. It was not my last multiple man to man experience
though. Three weeks later just before we left town, I went to the baths.


7. The Baths

		I walk into the steam room. I'm nervous, close to full
fledged panic attack. All of my sexual experience with my own sex up to
this point has been furtive, anonymous. Most of it has taken place in
darkened booths in the sex video booths. What I have read about these baths
suggests that this place is full of men who are completely comfortable with
multiple parner, same sex loving. Sodom with steam. I head for the steam
room first, thinking that perhaps the steam will provide some cover. The
whole place seems to be full of bright lights and white tile. Also naked
and nearly naked men.
	The steam room is warm and misty. I'm still wearing a towel around
my waist.  Most of the men in the place are jaybird naked. Some have towels
around their necks. I don't see any hard dicks at first, although there is
so much cock around that I can feel myself hardening. Then I see the first
sexual encounter I have seen in the place.
	Off to my right, a young man is on his knees, accepting into his
mouth the hard penis of a tall black man. Several men with half hearted
erections are standing nearby, openly watching, occasionally stroking
themselves. The feeling is languid, slow and warm. No one hurries.
	Just then I feel a hand slide under my towel and caress my ass. His
hand slides all over my cheeks.  A deep voice says quietly, "They're
beautiful aren't they."  Then he says: "You're sort of a a shy one, still
wearing this towel. Would you like to do something with me?"
	I turn to look. He is very large, perhaps 6'2" tall and more than
200 pounds.  I can tell he is a lifter or a ball player. He has muscle
definition all over his body. The hair on his head is brown. His body is
almost entirely hairless. His face is handsome, and clean shaven. I'm
guessing he is about my age or maybe a little younger. His penis is
half-hard and pointed straight at me.
	I can't help myself. Why come at all, if not for this. I move
toward him, tilting my face up toward his. I walk right into his arms. He
smiles.  He is a little surprised I think, and then he bends to kiss
me. His tongue comes straight into my mouth, demanding, urgent. I feel his
penis against mine, trapped between us, pressed between our bellies.
	His hands pull off my towel. My last protection, gone. I feel his
bare belly and penis against my own. I need to taste him. I drop to my
knees. His penis is right in front of me. Beautiful. Pulsing. Hard. He is
not too big, and not too small. I think he is about as big as me, which I
have decided is just perfect. He is cut. The head is pink and heart
shaped. He is very hard. I want it in my mouth.  I lick the tip. "Not
here," he says. "Lets do it right."
	He reaches down and lifts me to my feet as if I were a small
child. I see his muscles tense and release. He puts his arm around me and I
move closer again, pressing against him and kissing his shoulder and his
neck. I feel like girls must feel with such a big strong man. I want to
snuggle up and be protected. His hand falls on my bottom, like he owns me,
and he again caresses my cheeks. This time he gently moves his little
finger between, touching my hole and then withdrawing. He kisses me again,
and then steers me toward the door. I think he is taking me somewhere
private where we can "do it." I'm wrong.  He knows the place and he has
another idea.
	We walk through an archway and around a corner into a room filled
with writhing flesh. Sodom with no steam. Everywhere my eye falls there is
a hard cock being jacked or licked or sucked or fucked. Bottoms are being
lubed and licked, fucked and fisted. Group sex. All men. All cocks.
	Deep throat. I look around and I am immediately a little worried
about my skills. I have sucked only a few cocks. People here are accepting
cocks right into their throats. Their heads are bent back and their
partners are entering their mouths so deeply you can see noses banging into
pubic hair. Hard mouth fucking. I don't think I can do that.  I have never
had one really in my throat.
	Fisting. I never saw that before. I'm riveted. Just 4 or 5 feet
away there is a boy about 19 or 20 years old leaning over some kind of
leather ottoman. The man behind him has four fingers moving smoothly in and
out of his hole. Four fingers!  Both men are sucking on other mens' hard
cocks, and it looks to me like they are loving it. The cocks slip and slide
in and out of their mouths.  Fingers slide in and out of the boy's bottom.
	As I watch, the young man folds his thumb in among his four fingers
and now all of his fingers and his thumb disappear into the boy's
opening. Two strokes later, I see his whole hand has entered and he is
moving his wrist in and out of the boy's hole. Both are still sucking cock
avidly.  I am stunned by the sight.  I can't believe he can take so much.
	I am suddenly conscious of the noise from the room. There must be
twenty men in the room. I can hear flesh and moisture, that sucking sound,
repeating every quarter second. Under that I hear a deep continuous multi
source moan. It almost sounds like a wild animal.
	A young man without an erection approaches us. I wonder how he can
stay soft in all this madness, all this crazy sex.  He is carrying a silver
tray. On the tray is a selection of condoms and lube. My partner, who I
realize has been looking at me instead of looking at the room, takes a
condom and a small tube from the tray. He leans down to kiss me and
whispers: "I want to fuck you, right here on the floor."  I just hug him in
response. I realize that I want him to fuck me.
	We sink to the floor together. He kisses me and I open my
mouth. His tongue enters me first. I suck on his tongue. Then he says:
"Make me wet."  He moves around and again gives me his beautiful cock to
suck. I am conscious that this cock is going to be fucking me in a
minute. I love the taste. His beautiful cock slides in and out of my mouth,
across my tongue. Then he pulls out of me. He moves around me again. I am
just lying back, waiting to be taken.
	He moves above me and I open my legs and welcome him between
them. I spread my legs. I want him. I feel his hardness against my thigh,
as our tongues duel in my mouth. My hands are on the slabs of muscle high
on his back. His hands are cupping my buttocks. I suck on his tongue and he
breathes into me.
	He backs up and drops down to suck my nipples. He bites my hard
little nubs.  I feel my hips come up and my cock bangs into his
buttocks. He drops further down my body, kissing as he goes. He is still
kneeling between my spread legs.
	As he takes my penis in his mouth and begins to suck me, my hands
stretch up above my head. I feel hard warm flesh. I look above me and see
two beautiful boys have moved close to us. They are doing 69 about 18
inches from my head.  As I turn my head to both sides I can see flesh all
around us.  I tilt my head back to look at the boys doing sixty-nine and
see the penis of the boy on top disappear into the sucking mouth of his
partner. I reach up and caress his beautiful ass.
	My partner drops down from my penis to begin licking my bottom. I
lift and spread my legs even more to give him better access. I'm holding my
legs up in the air with my hands to fully open myself. His tongue enters my
opening. A lovely feeling. His hands cup my buttocks and his tongue
withdraws. Then one of his hands starts to spread lube on my ass. I feel
his thumb enter me and slide in and out on the lube he is using. He is
pushing lube up into me as he sucks the head of my penis back into his
mouth. I almost cum, but he backs away with is mouth. Not with his fingers
though. He is opening me up. I love the feeling of his fingers.
	I want his penis in me. I want to be fucked. I have never fucked a
man face to face and I want to kiss him as he thunders into me.  I want to
open my legs and then wrap my legs around his beautiful back.
	He moves above me again. My eyes are closed but I feel him suck at
my nipples again and then I feel him move into position above me. I reach
down between us. I want to put it in.  I find his lovely cock. He has put
on a condom.  What a nice man, I think. I bring the head of his penis to my
quaking opening. He has made me ready, but I wonder how it will feel from
this angle. He is not too big, but not small. I am afraid, but I want him
in me.  He pushes against me, too high.  He is holding himself above me on
his arms, and I feel his penis, searching for me.  Then with my hand as a
guide he finds my hole. He starts to move into me just as I feel his tongue
come back into my mouth. I suck on his tongue and groan as the head of his
penis pops into me. Heaven and hell.
	This time there is almost no discomfort. His lovely penis sinks
slowly into me all the way to the root.  He is gentle and sweet but he
buries himself insistently into me. All I feel is the pleasure.  Again I am
overwhelmed by the thought:"He is fucking me!"  And I realize that this
time there is nothing anonymous about it. I am out of the closet. I am
queer. In public. And loving it.  I wrap my legs around his hips and reach
to pull on his buttocks. "Fuck me," I whisper into his mouth.  It seems
like I can feel the ridges on his lovely penis as he drives into me. He
breathes and groans into my open mouth.
	We fuck for five or ten minutes. My own dick had softened at first,
but the pleasure of the fucking has hardened me fully again. My penis is
trapped between us and I am enjoying the feeling as it bangs into his hard
belly.  He slides smoothly in and out of my ass, and every once in a while
he stops. I know he is prolonging his pleasure- waiting to cum to make it
more explosive. When he stops, I stop. But when he moves I try to lift up
to take him more smoothly, and more deeply. He continues to kiss me. I love
this part. I suck on his tongue. He gasps for breath and then breathes into
me again. Fucking. We are fucking.
	I feel it as he cums inside me. I can feel his spasms. I open my
eyes. We are still kissing. Deep kisses. His eyes open and we are looking
into each other's eyes as he pours himself into my belly. I wrap my arms
around his neck and lift to take all of his lovely cock inside me. My heels
are on his butocks and I wish I had spurs on. Finally he collapses in my
arms. It is finished for him.

	This is not like other sex I have had. People are fucking and
sucking all around us.  Others are watching us. My partner kisses me once
more and then caresses my face. He moves off me.  I realize that there is
hard cock all around me and that I am by no means finished here. I haven't
even cum myself yet. I am still on fire. I want more cock. The words I read
about the baths come back to me.  A cornucopia of cock.
	A beautiful blonde boy moves toward us and kneels to kiss me. Then
he moves over me and he feeds his penis into my mouth. I love the taste. I
love the feeling. I sense that the maelstrom of flesh around me is shifting
as people change positions and partners. I sit up, sucking contentedly on
his penis all the while. Then I feel hands on my lower body, turning me.  I
realize that I am going to be fucked again.
		I let the blonde's penis slip out of my mouth and I turn to
see who is playing with my rear. It is an oriental man. He is handsome and
trim. Small. Cute is a word that goes through my mind. I keep a firm hold
on the lovely hard dick in my hand as I smile at the oriental man to
encourage him. He gives me pleasure playing with me, playing with my ass,
and I am definitely ready for more.  He smiles back at me and then bends
forward to kiss and bite my cheeks. I feel his fingers at my opening.  I am
still wet. His fingers slide right into me. I don't know how many. More
than one.  I push back against the pressure.
	His other hand reaches between my legs to play with my shaft. As it
hardens and I feel those feelings coming up, I turn back and began to lick
the penis in my hand, from base to tip.
	 I am on my hands and knees, totally wide open.  As I suck the
blonde's shaft back into my mouth I feel the man behind me slip into my
already wide open ass and begin to fuck me. Having a penis buried in me at
both ends is a joy.  I love sucking cock, and I love being fucked. I moan
with pleasure around the shaft driving into my throat. I am taking it
deeper than I have ever been able to manage before.  The cock in my ass
pushes me forward to take more in my mouth. We are all three swaying
together, and I am at the center, filled with cock.
	The blonde in my mouth takes his pleasure first. I feel his spasms
begin and I withdraw slightly so I can taste his essence pouring over my
tongue.  He doesn't give me much of his fluid to taste though. He must have
cum before with someone else. All I get is a little thin spend. The taste
is good and the idea of giving him pleasure is even better. He moans, to
let me know that I am pleasing him.
	The man behind me is fucking me steadily. I close my eyes to enjoy
the feeling. He is good. I love the way he moves in a circular motion as he
drives into me.  I try to rock back and forth with him and to stay with his
rhythm. I want to be a good fuck.
	 As the man in my mouth withdraws, two new men approach. A dark
haired man with a large penis fills the void in my mouth almost
immediately. My jaw is getting a little sore, but I still want a cock in my
mouth. I begin nursing at his shaft immediately. His penis smells a little
different and tastes a little stronger than the one that has just cum in my
mouth. This one is also bigger and seems gloriously ready to pop. I am
sucking and licking, holding his shaft with one hand to keep him from
driving right down my throat. The second man slips under me to sip at my
own half hard and rather neglected shaft. I feel my dick harden in his
mouth in seconds.  I won't last long. The feeling is exquisite with the
mixture of physical sensations and the strong sense of being out on the
edge.
	The man in my ass is obviously almost ready to cum. He drives into
me at a rapid pace. It's an amazing feeling in my ass. All pleasure. It's
like I was made to fuck.He's a little smaller than the man who had preceded
him, or I am more open for having been fucked once already, and this time I
can feel him buried in me to the hilt. I feel his hips bang into my butt
banging me forward. Every time that happens, the penis in my mouth slides
partway down my throat, and I begin to gag. I begin to worry about throwing
up all over the man in my mouth when we all start to cum.
	I think the oriental man fucking me is first to cum. He pushes into
me hard, groans and then holds his position, buried in me to the hilt. He's
cumming. I feel his spasms in me.  As he begins to hold still, it helps me
with the penis in my mouth. I am able to control the movements better. I am
no longer gagging. That helps me to concentrate on the feelings in my own
penis, buried in the mouth of the man below me.  The man in my ass begins
to withdraw and that sets me off. I feel my sperm pour into the avidly
sucking mouth of the man under me. His mouth is so warm and so sweet. I
wonder for a second if any one is taking care of him as he is sucking on
me.
	The man in my mouth finishes right after I do, adding to my
excitement and adding to the spasms in my own shaft.  I feel his dick swell
and then start to twitch and his warm flow is in my mouth. This time I get
a lot of cum, but most of it goes straight down my throat. The tip of his
dick is not even in my mouth as he cums. I am taking it further down my
throat than I ever have before, and his shaft is buried in my throat. I am
still held from behind by the shaft in my rear.  Well and truly
fucked. Slut. I am a slut. I love it.
	Everyone pulls away. l roll over again onto my back as they all
withdraw. As I lick my lips, smacking up the rest of the sperm from my
face, I reach down between my legs to feel my wide open hole.  I see that
the action around me has not even slowed. There are still fifteen or twenty
men sucking and fucking within twenty feet of where I am laying. I sit up
to look.  I see the man who had fucked me first, lying on his back with an
Arabic looking man putting two fingers up his ass. His eyes are closed and
he is writhing. His dick is hard as a rock again. I think for a moment of
going over and sucking on him, but I don't want to intrude.  Anyway, for
the moment I can feel no stirring in my dick. I am all fucked out.
	I decide to look for a shower. A couple of men approach me as I
leave, but it is easy to smile and say: "No thanks."  I walk down a hallway
and see a sign on the wall that points me toward the showers. I also see
with some amusement that the room I just left was called the playroom. I
liked playing there.
	The shower room is empty as I enter. The room is amazingly clean,
all white tile and chrome fixtures. with built in shelves. It's a beautiful
shower room.  I start to wash up, using the body shampoo on the shelves.
Then a cute brown haired man comes in with a towel around his neck.
	He takes the shower right next to mine. He says: "I saw you in the
common room- you were really beautiful." I smile at him.  I don't know know
what to say to that.  After a few moments he leaves his own shower and he
comes right into mine and starts to wash me. It is a very sensual shower. I
love the feel of his slippery body against mine. His round butocks, covered
with shampoo feel marvelous under my hands. His slippery hands on my own
body feel great. His dick gets hard and he presses against my belly. We
slip and slather each other with soap and warm water. At one point he
giggles for a couple of minutes straight. It's fun.  It's also sex.
	He helps me to get clean. He washes my bottom, and slides a finger
gently part way up my hole, washing me off and washing me out. He carefully
handles and washes my penis. He scrubs my back. I love the feeling of being
ministered to, being cared for.  My dick is half hard, but with no urgency
at all.
		My partner and I move together to sink to the floor of the
shower. We are still under the warm flow of the shower. His cock is rock
hard as I take it into my mouth and we begin a fevered sixty-nine. I am on
top, sucking his dick and pulling his sack to the side so I can see his
hole and play with it in the hot water spray. After a hot moment sucking, I
slip a shampoo covered finger up his hole and tickle him until he cums in
my mouth. It doesn't take long. He cums like gangbusters, like a firehose
in my mouth. He pours his sperm into me, the most of anyone that whole
amazing night. I love it. This time I really get the taste of him filling
my mouth and the smell filling my nose, before I let his sperm slide down
my throat.
	I cum again in his mouth. My cock is raging, but I suspect there is
not so much sperm for him.  I turn to kiss him and he licks off my face.  I
play with his ass again, in an absent minded way as we kiss. I can taste my
own sperm in his mouth.  Unbelievable.