By:
Unknown Author
I'm twenty-one, bisexual, and
have a girlfriend, whom I have been with for six months. Prior to being with
her, I had had sex with two other women, and a lot of other guys – other horny
teen guys, anonymous hookups, etc. – the number of guys outnumbering girls
because it's just a lot easier to get sex from another guy. My girlfriend
doesn't know I'm bisexual, though, and I had decided that while I was with her
I would be faithful and not have sex with other men.
I really didn't think it would be
that difficult, since I'm more into women than men (I'm attracted to, turned on
by and like sex with both equally, but the love and emotional stuff I only feel
for women), but, after just six months of not having any sexual contact with
another man, I suddenly found myself getting hard several times a day just
thinking about it. When that happened, I'd jerk off thinking about other guys,
and mostly thinking about and picturing their asses.
I've always considered myself an
ass man - there's just something about a man's ass that excites me. Whenever I
see a man from behind, I get so hard, especially when I see a guy bent over in
a locker room, with his balls hanging and his cheeks slightly open, revealing
his asshole. To me this is very arousing, because when you think of all the
areas of a man that can arouse sexual excitement in another man, the asshole
reflects the most private part of a man.
Sure, a man's cock is a source of
sexual arousal too, but most men don't have a problem exposing their cocks
around other guys - like at urinals, in the locker room, online, and some guys,
especially horny teen guys, will even jerk off in front of each other – so it's
not private in the same way. Let's face it, there's no more private part of a
man's body than his asshole and, to me, if a guy bends over and exposes his asshole,
he's exposing the most private part of himself.
It's the casualness in which it's
done in the locker room, or the willingness on his part during sexual
encounters to expose his most private place that turns me on, and I'd now like
to share an encounter which illustrates exactly what I am talking about.
With the ever increasing thoughts
of sex with guys creeping into my head, finally I decided I just couldn't go
without any longer, even if it meant being unfaithful to my girlfriend, so I
decided to head to a local park (known in certain circles to be a cruising spot
for guy-on-guy action) to see if I could satisfy my desire.
It was a Monday night when I went
to the aforementioned park. I was fully aware that I'd have a better chance of
finding some action there if I had gone late on a Friday or Saturday night
instead, but I had made up my mind that I wanted some man-sex ASAP and went in
the hopes that I might get lucky anyway.
When I arrived it was still fairly
early, just before dusk, and so I wasn't all that surprised to find that there
were no other cars there. However, even though the lot was empty, I knew from
past experience that guys still went there during the week, too. I also knew a
lot of guys would just drive in and then leave again if there were no other cars
there, but if they saw even just one car they would be more likely to stick
around - so, I backed into a spot in the gravel lot and waited.
After waiting for half an hour or
so, and just contemplating leaving, a truck pulled in and parked to the right
of my car, backing in several spots away from me. I could see that there was
only one person in the truck and it was a man. In these instances my heart
begins to race and my cock begins to pulse in anticipation of a sexual
adventure, but I think that happens to most guys in these types of situations.
After several minutes he opened
the door of his truck and got out. As he closed the door I noticed him reach
down with one hand and give his crotch a quick and casual rub, which was always
a good sign. I watched as he walked away from the truck and headed across the
lot toward the entrance of the path that led into the woods.
Just before he entered the path,
his head turned over his shoulder and looked back at my car. I, of course, was
looking right at him just for that reason, to see if he would look back; a
universal code in cruising spots like this to find out if you are both there
for the same reason.
In these situations I always wait
a few minutes so as not to appear overly aggressive, plus I don't want to end up
walking right behind the guy; I prefer to wait until he is ahead a bit so that
I can wander down the path and just 'find' him, as if I had just stumbled upon
him on my walk.
After waiting a couple of minutes,
I got out of my car and headed across the lot to the path. As I got a ways down
the path, I saw the man from the truck standing just to the side of it, leaning
against a tree in the near distance. It was dusk now, and the cover of the
trees made the area appear darker, and I ducked into the trees and moved a bit
closer to check him out.
Within a few seconds he removed
his t-shirt, and I watched him begin to run his hands across his chest and down
into the waistband of his shorts - he had obviously spotted me ducking into the
trees and knew I was watching him. My heart began to pound, and I stepped out
onto the path again and began to slowly approach. He turned and looked at me
and indicated his interest with a smile, while slipping his hand all the way
into his shorts and giving his cock a good grope.
Seconds later I was standing face
to face with this man. He was an attractive guy, about six feet tall and, I
guessed, around two-hundred pounds; not fat, just solidly built. He had on a
baseball cap and had a scruffy five o'clock shadow, and looked to be in his
mid-forties, more than twice my age. I'm not usually into older guys, but at
this point in time I didn't care, I just wanted cock! I was just happy that he
was in-shape and attractive – but, honestly, even if he had had a beer gut and
average looks, I probably would have still hooked up with him… desperate times
and all.
Still groping himself, I stepped
closer, and when I did, he removed his hand from his crotch, reached out and grabbed
a handful of my crotch and gave it a hard squeeze. Already swollen, my cock
grew completely hard from his touch. I then reached out to get a feel of his,
with him moving his hand away from his crotch to allow me to touch it.
I moaned both from another guy
feeling my dick and from feeling another guy's dick again. We silently stood
and felt each other up for a few moments, and then he removed his hand, squatted
in front of me, and pulled my shorts and underwear down.
When he was met with my stiff
seven-and-a-half inch uncut cock, he commented on my "nice, hard, young
dick" and then he turned his ball cap around backwards, leaned his head
in, opened his mouth and fully took my cock all the way into his throat. He
pulled back and then took me deeply and slowly back into his throat again and
then started bobbing up and down on it in a nice rhythm.