Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions
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Authors: Shane Allison
Copyright © 2014 by Shane Allison.
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2246 Sixth Street, Berkeley, California 94710.
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Cover photograph: Drazen Vukelic/Getty Images
Text design: Frank Wiedemann
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E-book ISBN: 978-1-62778-073-5
Contents
Hair, Scalp and Skin Oil Makes for Great Lube
• D
ERRICK
S
UMMERS
Bob and Dwayne’s Daddybear
• J
EFF
M
ANN
Rimming Krzysztof
• S
IMON
S
HEPPARD
Nipples Are the New Dick
• M
ARK
A
MBROSE
H
ARRIS
The Campus Theater: All Male Revue
• D
REW
C
USHING
Late-Night Locker Room
• J
AY
S
TARRE
People Always Say That about Dogs
• N
ICK
M
ARENCO
Gay Porno Mags: An Homage
• B
OBBY
S
TARR
Jason’s Feet
• G
REGORY
L. N
ORRIS
M
y heart is pounding when I walk into the video store. I’ve been horny all day. This cute strawberry blond is working behind the counter. He’s so hot, I would suck the skin off his dick, but he’s straight as hell. He knows I’m a regular, so he doesn’t bust my balls when I walk through the white, wooden door into a room that holds hundreds upon hundreds of porn flicks. I follow the hall that leads to the arcade in back where there are twelve booths. I don’t see anyone to be had at first until I hear moaning from a gay porn movie. The door is cracked with this guy standing there with his dick out, jacking off. He’s heavy set with short brown hair, middle-aged, married maybe. He sees me standing there. I’m dying to suck some dick, so I hope he’s into black men. I wedge his door open wider to find him working the biggest, thickest dick I’ve ever seen. I mean, this guy’s got nothing but lust in his eyes. He licks his lips, giving me the signal that he’s interested.
As I join him in the booth, this black guy, midtwenties, filthy-looking, wearing shoddy blue sweats, a white T-shirt and
flip-flops, comes up behind me out of fucking nowhere. I figure he must have seen me walk in and followed me back. I close the door and lock him out. I get on my knees where my mouth comes level to a dick that’s as thick as a beer can. I waste no time roping my lips around his fat appendage. I don’t think at first I’ll be able to handle something of this magnitude, but I hold my own. The plump crown slides against the roof of my mouth. I throat Beer Can until his black pubes tickle the tip of my nose. “Yeah, suck that big dick,” he whispers. I’m getting horned up again just typing this dirty line. It’s been months since I’ve had a dick as stupendous as this in my mouth. Beer Can lifts his shirt up over his belly and nips. Hell yeah. I reach around and grab his ass as I worship his juicy dick. It fits like a glove in my mouth. I slide in and then back off his shaft. He speaks dirty words under his breath as he thrusts in deep. I like a man who knows how to use my mouth.
Beer Can slips his hand past me to the door and unlocks it. I don’t stop him. I got a thing for being watched. He cracks it just slightly as I keep sucking him like the ravenous dick-slut I am. I can see Black Guy peeking in on us, wanting a piece of the action. He wedges himself between me and the door. It turns me on knowing that anyone could walk in and catch us. Beer Can’s dick is so good; I refuse to pull these lips from it. Black Guy stands there jacking off. His sweaty, musky scent drives me bananas. He pulls his dick out, but he’s got nothing on what Beer Can is working with. “Suck his cock,” Beer Can demands. I don’t want to, but I do. I do what I’m told and turn my lips to Black Guy. I don’t like him as much. He stinks and his dick isn’t as big and juicy as Beer Can’s, but it’s whatever as long as I have something to suck on. Beer Can spanks his meat as Black Guy throats me. “You ready for me to come on your face?” Beer Can asks. A minute later, I welcome Beer Can’s juice as Black
Guy shoots all over my red Polo, but I don’t give a fuck. This is where I come to be naughty. He tucks his dick back into his sweats after he’s done using me, and leaves. Beer Can tucks his spent, fat prick back into his pants, zips up and slides past me out of the booth, leaving me there with his cum trickling down my chin. Since then, I’ve gone to the video store every day this week hoping to have another go at him.
That’s my confession. In the pages that follow, I have charged some of the best gay erotic scribes with delving into the naughty recesses of their minds for their hottest experiences and most erotic work describing them—writers such as Jeff Mann, Rob Rosen, Gregory L. Norris, Bearmuffin, Jay Starre, Nick Marenco, and newcomers Eric Del Carlo and Drew Cushing. I hope you enjoy reading these confessional stories as much as I have.
Shane Allison
Tallahassee, Florida
HAIR, SCALP AND SKIN OIL MAKES FOR GREAT LUBE
Derrick Summers
M
y eyes fixate on the Saturday sunlight that bleeds through the slits of the venetians. I squint to make out the time on the digital clock that sits on my desk.
1:05 p.m
. I got in pretty late last night. I went to the booths after work. I wasn’t that tired, and horny as hell. I got my dick sucked in the parking lot by some dirty redneck. We could have gotten busted by a deputy, but what the fuck is life without risk? I’ll do it anywhere, anytime when I get like I do.
I’m up and I got a hard-on from hell. I pull the covers off and massage it through my underwear. That and a T-shirt is all I’m wearing. The air-conditioning is broken, and all I got is my ceiling fan, so less is more. I’m thinking about that hick’s warm mouth on my dick. Damn, he gave good head. The ceiling fan swirls frantically above me. I slide my fingers into the panel of my underwear and take my dick out. It’s so hard. I think of Jeremy from work as I play with it. I wonder how big his is? I’ve asked, and he says, “I’m not telling you that!” He’s nineteen and
straight. I tell him I give such good head; I can make a man’s knees buckle. “C’mon, man, that’s nasty,” he says.
Precum forms at the piss-slit. I roll it around with the tip of my index finger. I put it to my lips for a taste. Not too salty. I wish someone was here to suck me off. I wish Jeremy was here sliding his dick down my throat. I love to jack off. I reach down and slide a finger into my asscrack. It’s so hot and sweaty. It opens right up when it’s getting rimmed. I miss Billy. He was good at it. He would tug my cheeks apart and really get his face in. His mouth felt so good on my asshole. It was just the way he would lick and suck it. Just thinking about it has got my dick so fuckin’ hard right now. I feel like getting nasty. I’m out of lotion. I used the last of it after I showered last night. I don’t want to get out of bed; I don’t want to take my hand off this dick, but I go to the bathroom to search for a substitute. I think of toothpaste, but it’s too thick and it burns. I look into the medicine cabinet full of pills, cough drops and Alka-Seltzer until I come to a bottle of hair, scalp and skin oil. It’s all I got so it will have to do. I’ve used everything but this. Baby oil, hair grease, pancake syrup, even butter.
I go back to the bed, lie down, flip open the top and squeeze just enough into the hand I’m jacking off with. I slather it on slowly. Fuck, it feels good! Doesn’t burn either. I peel off my T-shirt and drop it to the floor. I pull my underwear down to my ankles, then fling them off my feet. They land on top of my dirty sneaks that stink up my room. My dick is getting harder as I pinch my nipples with oily fingers. I’m thinking of Jeremy taking me from behind. The two of us butt-ass naked. He’s not so big, so I can take his dick to the nuts. “Your ass is warm like a pussy,” he says to me. I bet Jeremy can fuck. I jack my dick between my thumb and index finger. Damn, it feels good. I love jacking off. I’m fucking my fist. This stuff is so slick. The air
from the ceiling fan is cool against my skin. I give more attention to my dickhead. It drives me crazy with pleasure. I want it in somebody’s mouth, some down-low thug’s lips wrapped around it. I wish Bill was here to suck on these balls, eat my asshole.
I apply more oil, lots of it this time. I stain the sheets with the stuff, but I don’t care. I’m fuckin’ horny. I’m fingering my asshole while jacking off. My asshole swallows my finger. I want someone to teach me to be a better bottom. I’m sick of being a top. I wish someone was here fuckin’ me right now. More like ten or so fat, hairy hicks bum-rush in here, tie me to the bed and have their way with my black ass. Yeah. Hell yeah! All musky and stank on top of me, one dirty dick after another fucking me, their grubby fingers in my mouth. They’re all taking turns using my mouth and raping this booty with their fat, stinking dicks. Mmm, I’m so horny! I need to get fucked! I wanna suck some cock. Oh, Jeremy! Fuck me, Jeremy! Take this ass! Fucked from both ends. Dick in mouth and ass! Eat my butt, Bill! All that dick in me. Damn, this feels good! Big black dick! Love jackin’ off! Fuck yeah! I’m gonna come! Feels so good! Finger-fuckin’ myself.
