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[calguy1984]

College Days

I thought that I would start this thread by giving some background. I was a perfectly content heterosexual until I was fifteen when two terrible things happened to me. The first of these was the death of my father, that robbed me of the best friend I ever had, and the second was acne so severe that it placed me hold at least until I was seventeen. The two years of near inactivity resulted in the emergence of sexual ambivalence and attraction to males as well as females.

My first encounter with a male occurred when I was Freshmen in college. At the gym, I bumped into a guy I knew from high school. He was quite interesting. A blonde who started weightlifting when in grade school, he made it to first-string fullback of our team despite the absence of real experience and, for that matter, interest. He was 6’ and 200 pounds.

That night, as we took off our gym clothes, had a shower and started to dress, I noticed for the first time another male taking me in and dragging the process out. I should add that at that point I was pretty naïve. I had not realized that I had developed into a strapping youth, 6’2” and 180 pounds. Covered by a full head of light brown hair and graced with hazel eyes, I was a natural for the college’s quarterback—except for a lack of talent which kept me second string throughout high school. Neither of us had the inclination to play football in college, but, in Chris’s case, it was by choice.

When we were dressed, Chris asked if I was doing anything “tonight”. I was staggered because, well, I sort of worshipped him. I said “No” and he suggested that we go to his dorm room and listen to music. On the way to the dorm, he became unusually garrulous as we talked about various personalities at high school and our first impressions at the university.

It was a warm fall night, so once we got to the dorm room, Chris said he had to take his shirt off. I blushed but said it was ok with me. Chris’s trunk was truly glorious. It revealed the work that began some six years ago. But, he had always shown restraint—meaning he kept himself from becoming muscle bound. His face made him look younger than his years and his blond hair quite simply turned me on.

We sat on the bed. Looking across the room at the empty bed, I asked where his roommate was. Chris said that JP went home for the weekend. Before I could digest this, Chris was rubbing his crotch. Without saying anything, I took off my shirt. To my surprise, he said I had a statuesque body and that I should work out more. With that, we began to embrace.

He ran his mouth over me tenderly—first licking my nipples and then kissing me until both our tongues engaged. Within five minutes we took off the rest of our clothes—rolling around in the nude until Chris took my cock—saying, “This is what I’ve wanted since high school.” That was the first time anyone referred to my dick size, but it became clear that nine inches turned Chris on as he began to deep throat me as he pulled his fat six inches.

I had to beg Chris to ease off a few times because I was close. But, within ten minutes I became relaxed—willing to let him take me through this new experience. I began to pull his cock and before I knew it we were doing 69. His entire groin area struck me as heavenly—trimmed blond pubes, a thick dick, surrounded perfectly toned muscles. Finally, we came up for air and Chris said he wanted me to fuck him. He got some condoms and lube out a drawer as I got myself as hard as I had ever been. He put a condom on me and lubed my dick and his slit. This was all new to me but obviously not to Chris.

Chris laid with his face resting on the bed and his buttocks elevated and his beautiful anus welcoming. I eased my dick in. It felt much tighter than any girl I had done and Chris initially told me when it was ok to push. In time, he was perfectly harmonizing with my ever-increasing thrust and penetration. I again had to control myself from climax but soon became comfortable enough that I could kiss Chris while humping. This turned me on immensely and Chris added fuel by repeating. “Fuck me with your gigantic dick.”

In time, Chris was ready to cum. He turned over and put his legs over my shoulders. I put some more lube on my dick and reinserted it. I pumped as hard as I could as Chris worked his dick furiously. To my surprise, when Chris was ready, he pulled my head down—saying, “Let me come on your face!” He was irresistible, so I found myself taking about six spurts in my face and, I must confess, some landed in my mouth. With this, I began to cum and Chris was quick enough to take most of the load in his mouth. We then sucked our dicks to get any residue and finished off in an ecstatic embrace where we licked our cum-filled mouths.

I slept on JP’s bed that night and I woke at about eleven. I had an assignment due the next day so I went without saying good bye. About a month later, Chris called and said that JP was going be away for the weekend and I took this as an invitation. We did this six or seven times during the year but discretely stayed away from each other the rest of the time. When I returned from summer, I heard that Chris was taking the year off.

Early in the fall, I began playing tennis a lot. Frequently, I went to the courts around seven in the morning hoping to find somebody who wanted to play. This is how I met Dom. He was eighteen but had skipped a grade in school so we were both sophomores. We were virtually mirror images; right down to broad shoulders, except Dom had a full head of platinum hair. A couple of times a week he would be at the courts. After while, a pattern set in.

Dom was highly intelligent and spent hours in library. He had to walk past my frat house to reach his. So about once a week he would drop in and we would talk about all sorts of things that were on our minds.

One night was a Friday and most the guys had gone to the Big Game the next day at another university in our state. My roommate was gone and I instantly perceived that Dom was looking for something more than conversation. He had lost a parent, his mother, at fifteen also. Our mutual loss established a bond. He was attracted by me as I was to him. Without saying anything, he took my hand and we walked over to my bed. Then, we slowly undressed and he began sucking my cock as I stretched over the bed.

Dom was a completely different boy from Chris. His build was quite natural—broad shoulders, rounded pecs, and a midsection tapering down to his powerful thighs, developed by hours on the tennis court. He didn’t shave his pubes and, in fact, even kept the bit of hair in between his pecs untouched. Though faded in the fall, you could tell he was one those blondes that tanned readily.

Dom showed considerable experience and finesse, even more that Chris. He licked the top of my uncut dick—getting his tongue under the skin. Only after making totally comfortable did he begin to swallow my entire dick. After a while, I asked if I could rim him. He turned over and displayed a hole as inviting as I have ever seen. I licked his slit got my tongue far enough in he began moan with pleasure. We were each stroking our cocks.

After some time doing this, I thought that I could ask Dom if I could fuck him. But, he, to my surprise, demurred because he had never been penetrated by someone else and, looking at my dick, said, “That is the biggest cock I’ve seen.” So, it was my time to become passive having avoided it in my relationship with Chris.

I began by lying down on the bed and putting my legs up over Dom’s shoulders. I was immediately struck with what a phenomenally beautiful boy he was. I helped him fit his perfectly shaped seven inches, fortunately thinner than Chris’s, into my hole. Initially it was painful. But, very shortly, it was exceptionally enjoyable as the tip of his cock rubbed against my prostate. I could marvel at this platinum blond a year younger than me, with broad shoulders and a muscular body fucking me. Intermittently, he would stoop down on me so that we could tongue one another. This has always provided a rush for me.

I needed a breather so we both got into position to do 69. Dom’s thighs were as muscular as any I have seen—not huge but completely lithe. I began to want to cum—even if a little early. I switched positions so that he could fuck me with both us on our sides. Soon I said I’m close. Dom pulled out of me and got his mouth ready to take my load. It was the most intense organism I had ever had and Dom sucked and licked until he was sated. Then he put his head on my pillows and pulled his dick until his seven inches exploded all over his trunk. With that, we embraced until we fell asleep.

Dom and I kept seeing one another, on and off the court, for the rest of the year. But, I was dating a girl too—and we became quite serious. So, gradually, Dom and I played tennis and shot the breeze in his visit to my house, but we stopped having sex. He went abroad and I was heavily involved with girl. So, the year was pretty “celibate” when it came to sex with boys.

The summer proved disastrous as my girlfriend wrote, about two weeks before I was supposed to go back, that she had fallen in love with another guy. She had graduated in any case. So, it was difficult to keep our relationship going—although I had flown to her home city during the summer and spent a week.

So, enter Matt—a Freshmen who had joined our fraternity bringing with him an excellent academic and athletic c.v. Matt’s scholarly strength was languages—already having mastered Mandarin and working on Cantonese. In athletics, he stuck to one sport, basketball, and ended up on his state’s all-star team. He was 6’ but a wiry 160 Ibs—which is why his coach was not prepared to sacrifice him to the football team. He only received scholarship offers from regional universities and decided it was best to focus on his education—which does not mean he wasn’t an invaluable asset on our intramural basketball team.

Sexually, Matt was experienced with both girls and boys (sometimes together) and promiscuous. I should add that he was probably was the most fastidious individual I have ever had sex with in using condoms. He had a luscious head of, you guessed it, blonde hair and a body like a ballet star rather than an athlete—although this bore absolutely no hint of effeminacy. It all came down to what he yelled during one of the first times we did it. With his eight-inch cock blowing into my face after fucking me for 15 minutes and he suddenly exclaimed, “I’m addicted to sex!”

It had all started when he asked, soon after his arrival; if we could have a game of tennis (I had become so good that people wanted the challenge). I said, “Sure” and we arranged a time. I found that his high school basketball coach might have been able to him safe from football but clearly had failed in keeping him from tennis. He displayed a mindboggling athleticism that left me frustrated and confused. He took me in five sets, although the last one wasn’t even close. During the year, we played often and I can thank Matt for greatly improving my game.

Sex became a very frequent thing—at least a couple times a month. At the same time I was dating girls. So, I was very busy.

I’m not going to get into the details of what Matt and I did in bed because that wasn’t the most important development. What was is our discovery of the bath house, one of which is well-known and located at the edge of city. Two episodes are worth recounting here.

On our first visit, we talked strategy on the way down. Matt would cruise around the place while I would stay in our room. When he found an attractive, well-built guy under 25, he would bring him back and we would have a three-way.

We got settled in the room and Matt set off. I was checking my watch—ten minutes went by then twenty and ultimately thirty. I decided to look for him. In the back the building, I found a huge room that, in addition to having stalls with glory holes, had some perfect spaces for orgies. Matt was in one of these—indeed, he was the center of a feeding frenzy with young guys sucking every part of him and a black guy, about 19 and built exactly like him only an inch taller, screwing him. This really turned me on. I inched toward the black guy and whispered that Matt was a friend and would it be alright if I fucked him while he did Matt which was responded to with a big grin and, “Sure, man.”

After a while, the black guy and I switched places. Meanwhile, Matt was beginning to sound ecstatic—after five minutes, he shot his load into a Hispanic hunk’s mouth. After this, everyone formed a circle around Matt and came to the point where his face and chest were completely covered in cream. After showering, with no lack of attention from some of the spectators, we went back to the room. But, the night was just beginning and we had a great time.

The second occurred on a slow night. The only attractive guys in the place were two obviously gay boys who looked about twenty. One was taller than me and very finely muscled; the other looked about 5’9” and obviously worked out in gym. The tall guy stretched the length of the bed while his friend cuddled next to him.

Both Matt and I had resisted such couples. But, this seemed too good to pass up. We briefly conferred in the hall way and returned to the room and were welcomed. The tall guy, Troy, was a junior at a neighboring state college whereas his partner, Sean, was in his second year of junior college.

What followed was one of the hottest evenings I have spent. After prelims, Troy began fucking Matt while I worked on Sean. We then progressed to two double inserts--with Troy, on top, and I, from the bottom, doing Matt, first, and then Sean. It all ended with a crescendo of cum as we unloaded on each other’s faces in turns.

(Coming next: “My Year in Australia”)

 

[calguy1984]

Re: 18+--New Material!

A Year in Australia

i) A Week In Honolulu


Since my father died, my mother and I have rarely disagreed. But, my senior year provided the exception. She wanted me to go to law school, like my father, and I preferred taking a year off. I took the LSAT and to my surprise did very well. Mom believed that sealed the deal. I dug my heels in and, further, had just come of age to control the trust fund left by my grandfather.

I had always wanted to go to Australia. I really like the laconic attitude which concealed so well a desire to work hard and excel. What’s more, it is a heck of a long trip—which means I would truly be on my own. Finally, I have dual citizenship, through my father, as a Canadian. Through an agreement between Australia and Canada, people under 30 can work in the other country for a year. I left for Australia early in September.

These days, most people fly non-stop to Oz. But, I had never been Hawaii. So, I scheduled a week in Honolulu on the way over. I found a cheap hotel close to beach and just began lapping up the sun.

A problem presented itself on first night. Honolulu is probably great for couples. But, it is boring as hell for a single guy who doesn’t know the town. So, I got on the web and found a perfect bathhouse just a short walk from my hotel.

I arrived around 9 pm on Saturday night and found the crowd was just building. They had an excellent gym and I decided to work out for about an hour. Just as I was wrapping up my final sets, the most unbelievable stud walked in the room. He was built like Chris but close to my height. His blonde hair was completely sun-bleached. The key thing that struck me was his dress—which consisted of very tight shorts and tank tops revealing, for a man, phenomenal cleavage. He looked about 20. Most important for me, he gazed at my crotch and puckered his lips.

I finished my routine and went into the bathhouse. I looked around and ultimately found him in the TV room. I went in and grabbed the space beside him. He was still in his costume whereas I was in a towel. We began fondling our crotches. Before long, he took off his top disclosing a perfect chest that obviously took hours of work in the gym. I reached over and fondled his nipples. They stiffened and he began to moan.

Pretty soon, he started pulling shorts down below his hips. I couldn’t believe my eyes. His dick was at least as long as mine but fatter. I left my seat, taking off the towel as I made my way, and began sucking his massive tool. He took his pants off completely and held his dick up so as to maximize my swallowing.

After a while, he reached for my cock. I almost came in excitement. I said to him, “Do you want to go to my room.” To my surprise he declared, “No, let’s do it right here.” I looked around. There were already four or more guys pulling their rods as they watched us. But, l said, “OK,” and started kissing him. Shortly, he worked his lips down, pausing at my nipples, until he began sucking my dick. The other guys came closer. But, they must have sensed that he did not want them to join in because none of them touched us, although the guys in the group, which had doubled in size, were masturbating—some mutually.

I thought I would let him enjoy my cock—stroking my nipples while he took me deeper into his throat. But then, he said, “I want your dick in my ass.” So, I eased him around to do it doggy style, and began rimming him. In a few minutes the guys yelled, “Fuck him.” After putting a condom on and lubing him and me, I started humping him. This boy showed no sign of discomfort and the crowd kept urging me on. I was doing him as vigorously as I ever have and he was obviously deriving immense satisfaction. Suddenly, he pulled away and began to cum just as he got on his back. I got my mouth down to try to get as much as I could. Then, I came in his face. We kissed and licked one another passionately.

We went to shower and some of the guys followed to watch. We gently soaped one another and at the end embraced fondly. He revealed that he was a flight attendant from Canada named Brad. He had to go because his flight would be leaving early next morning.

I could tell many other stories from my week in Honolulu, like the two Italian university students headed to Tahiti or the Swede doing graduate work in the US. But, my experience with Brad frequently puts me to sleep when I think of pleasant experiences in order to forget the troubles of the day.

 

[BiMike]

Wow two really hot stories, loved them definately a

 

[calguy1984]

Re: 18+ Sydney Oz

ii) Sydney

I knew that I’d made the right decision when, after 9 hours of flight, the city appeared on the horizon. Nestled along the largest harbor in the world, it simply screams out, “I’m the most beautiful place on this planet”—although SF, Vancouver and Rio certainly give her a run for that title.

One finds it difficult to get oriented at 7 AM in a city so full-on. But, by 9, I had cleared customs, gotten cab and arrived at my hotel, the Marriot by Hyde Park and Oxford St., which I could call home until I found a permanent place.

I went to bed immediately and slept till 3 PM. I thought I would walk along Oxford St.—sort of grungy, notwithstanding its fame for the annual Mardi Gras parade. It was Saturday, so I bought a paper and sought out a quiet café so I could check out cheap rentals. One in particular looked good, “Young professional seeks the same [I guessed I would do] to share a flat in Woolloomooloo. Harbour views….” I called the number and a fellow with a private school accent answered. He said he had 10 people come around that day but was still looking. I could see the place now if I wanted to. I Googled the address to find I was only ten blocks away and said I could be there in 15 minutes.

I arrived about ten minutes late—I had not been aware of how hilly Sydney is. The apartment was in a small building at the top of the neighborhood. It had two bed rooms and, indeed, offered a great view. The fellow with the “posh” accent, Brent, was in his mid-twenties and worked as a lawyer for and large firm in the CBD (Central Business District). He actually owned the place and wanted somebody to housesit when he travelled. He showed me around, cited a price and, generally, seemed to hit it off. When I left, he said he would sleep over it and get back to me in the morning. It helped that I had a letter from my bank saying that I could “produce” and told him of my plans, apart from backpacking during June and July up north, to work.

At 7 AM the following morning, the phone rang—stirring me out of a deep sleep. It was Brent who said he thought it over and I could move in as soon as I wanted. I thanked him and said Tuesday would be good. He said he would be taking depositions all day but the manager of the building could let me in.

If I ever questioned my decision against law school, my experience with Brent simply reinforced my choice. He was rarely home. I didn’t even know his sexual preferences, let alone see any evidence of other people in his life. However, he was good to me throughout—even lining me up with the perfect job.
The job, which I started on my second Monday in Sydney, was being a personal assistant to an investment banker. It proved perfect—challenging but 9-5 and providing me with an excellent introduction to business. Brent had obviously seen a side to me of which I was scarcely aware.

a. Bathhouses

Over my first weekend I was as horny as hell. Walking around town, I couldn’t stop eying exceptionally good-looking women and men. This was heaven. But, I didn’t know a soul.
I got on the web and there seemed to be two decent bathhouses. One was halfway up Oxford St. in an alley off Taylor Square; the other was about three miles south along ANZAC Parade near the University of New South Wales. That night, I chose the former. But, after visiting both several times, I came to the conclusion that the former drew more a gay crowd and the latter more bi-sexuals, even curious, men. Also, since the latter was on a direct line between the beaches and the western suburbs, you found a more typical Aussie crowd.

I will spare you all of the detail of my experiences at each place. Suffice to say that there were many during the year. For instance, the 19 year old virgin rugby player who couldn’t get over the fact I inserted my entire organ inside his anus, or the 23 year old stud who came in just as I was leaving and talk me into to staying because I was his “ideal” type, or the time an Aussie guy and I lured two Swedish backpackers into an orgy, or, for that matter, the innumerable times I participated in spontaneous orgies. I focus instead on two occasions that I think of especially frequently--both of which took place at the bathhouse on ANZAC Parade.

The first occurred on the first really hot day in November. It struck me that there would be a good crowd coming from the beach around 5. When I arrived, an absolutely gorgeous dude came through the door with me. As we walked up the two flights of stairs, I extracted from him his name, Mario, and what he did, a third-year university student. He came to Australia at five. But, he must have been from the north of Italy because, except for a magnificent head of black hair, he was light skinned and had beautiful blue eyes. Once in, we undressed and his six foot body and muscular tone said he was a winner. I didn’t want to appear too eager. So, I wrapped myself in a towel and went cruising. Nothing I saw matched Mario.

I decided to go into the steam room because people pair off in there. There, no more than 15 minutes in the bathhouse, I found Mario sucking the dick of Mark, I later learned, whose similarity Brad—whom I had done in Honolulu--was striking. There was a gathering crowd watching. Mark motion for me to join in away and Mario let me share Mark’s dick. Mark’s cock was just little shorter than mine but about as thick. He trimmed it barely but it looked the more inviting because of his golden pubs.

Mario and I worked well as a pair and soon Mark was ecstatic. In a while, I edged up the Mark’s mouth and let him swallow my member in his mouth. Mark knew exactly what to do and soon I was moaning with pleasure. The crowd tried to get into the game. One guy had his fingers up my ass—which I discouraged because I didn’t get a proper view of him. To my left, a fellow, a blond in his mid-twenties, began kissing me—to my further enrapturement. But, my real interest became getting into a room where Mario, Mark and I could have a three-way. I whispered this to them and they followed out of the steam room down to one of the biggest cubicles complete with a sling and surrounded by mirrors.

What happened next I will always remember as the best three-way, at least to this point in my life. The preliminaries involved each of kneeling and sucking the two others. Then we all stood and tongued each other while rubbing out dicks together. I had to pull back a few times because I was close to cuming.
After an appropriate time, Mark sat on the sling and first signaled that he wanted me. As Mario let Mark pleasure his dick, I lubed Mark and eased my cock into him. It did not take long for Mark to swing himself fully with each of my thrusts and resulted in a splendid rhythm. Periodically, Mario would put his head over so I could kiss him and a few times I came down to do the same to Mark. The beauty of their bodies was unspeakable—Mario a Latin hunk (who I found played soccer) and Mark built like a rugby player (which he was) and covered with a golden head of hair. And, all of this we had a perfect of view of because of the mirrors.

I got very close, so I decided to let Mario have his turn. Mario had an enticing dick—only six inches but curved upward. He made Mark extremely delighted as he moved in and out. I began to swallow Mark’s cock. He was ecstatic.

After about ten minutes of shared pleasure, Mark said he wanted one of us. Mario volunteered. So, they exchanged places. In a few minutes, Mark offered that I could fuck as he worked on Mario. I got a condom on and a fit my member again. His anus, now fully lubed and exercised, had become very warm and welcoming. I looked at the mirrors. It truly was a spectacular scene with the three of us in such good shape and so youthful. This is what sticks with the most as I contemplate the tremendous sense of unity which we expressed, even though we didn’t know one another, we were united by our manhood which we chose to share in this special way.

As we pulled apart for our finale, Mark said best, “God, we would make good porno stars!” With this, we each knelt in turn until one of us came in the others’ faces. When we had all blown, we embraced, licked the cum from our faces and kissed tenderly.

I took longer to get upstairs to find Mark almost dressed. He said, “I turn into a Pumpkin if I don’t get my girlfriend by eight.” We exchanged phone numbers and got together a few times—when his parents were away at his house close to the famous Bondi Beach. There were always other boys and girls at these events styled as BBQs but in fact went on until early morning. One such evening even descended to an orgy—in which the most memorable time for me was the opportunity to break in an eighteen-year old in while he was fucking a girl. He was 6’4”, dark haired and ripped, and I had been eying him all night.

 

[Autolycus]

Great chapter!

 

[calguy1984]

I should mention as well that Mario and I exchanged numbers and kept in touch throughout my stay. We never had sex again. But, we would meet almost every week to have a drink. He is a fascinating person and one the few people in Sydney with whom I still communicate—even though he’s graduated and gotten into the same rat race, law, that Brent is in.


As I said at the beginning, the second occasion also took place at the bathhouse on ANZAC Parade. It is remarkable for me because it involve me fucking five guys, one of them twice, in one evening—a personal record.

To be honest, the night didn’t begin that well. Two guys in their late twenties pretty much accosted me as I entered the steam room and insisted that I was the person that could satisfy their needs.

Strangely enough, they took me to the same room were Mark, Mario and I did it. But, in this instance, the chemistry was missing. I humped one of the guys energetically while the other person kissed me. But, I just wasn’t turned on. It wasn’t their age. We just didn’t connect. I finally begged off on the grounds that I had just arrived and wanted to look around.

I’m sure glad I did. They have a room in the back which serves as an orgy room when the matches are right. There I found Eric being worked over by two other guys. He was the almost perfect trades man—24, neither too muscular or too lean, blonde, 6’1’’, a tattoo armband on his right and clearly the beneficiary of hours working in the sun.

The two others were alternately sucking his dick, 7’’, and kissing him. I homed in on his dick and soon he began focusing his attention on me. He then said, “Let’s find a room.” So, I followed down the hall to a large cubicle with a mirror on one wall. As soon as we got in we took our towels off and he said, “I want to be fucked that huge thing.” And so it started, a half hour of vigorous fucking in which I used four positions, including Eric with ass high in the air and my coming down on him vertically. It all ended when came in one another’s faces as we did 69.

I had a quick shower and went to the orgy room. There was nobody there. So, I stood by the wall and waited. In just a few minutes, a huge guy walked in. He was only 6’ but he was at least 220 Ibs. Judging from his fitness, he was a rugby player. I gave him a peek at my equipment and he was definitely interested as he walked over and started fondling my tits. He looked about 20 and he was blonde.

I started kissing his neck and he felt my dick. Then we locked into a lengthy kiss. I wanted to go to a private room but he said, “Let’s provide little show.” I was now quite familiar with exhibitionism in bathhouses. He turned his back to me and leaned against the wall. I worked myself into him as he already was lubed—with a condom of course. He took this for about fifteen minutes and then turned to me and exploded. I still remember the cum running down my legs, a grateful boy.

So I was in the shower again and went back to the room. There I found a Chinese boy who looked like a martial arts specialist—5’9’’ and stocky. I also entered into preliminaries with him and, when I suggest a cubicle, he followed me. He too wanted me to fuck him and I pretty much repeated the positions I did with Eric. About twenty minutes later, he too came—all over my mouth.

And then, as we walked out the cubicle, I bumped into one of the most beautiful beings I have ever seen. He name was Sean, a second-year student at the University of Sydney, 6’, built like a thorough bred--rather than the work horse that wanted to done it public, and blonde. I stopped right in my tracks and began by feeling his luxurious pecs. He responded in kind and moved into the cubicle by us. He obviously was inexperienced, but not totally. In fact, he began sucking my dick in such a way that I’m sure anyone passing was aware of my delight.

In a bit, I started rimming him, so now the sounds of joy were coming from him. I asked if he wanted my cock and he said, emphatically, yes. I started by doing him doggy style but shifted to missionary. I was close to cuming both because of the colossal sight of his face and chest, the latter dusted with blonde hair, and his kisses, which were delectable. I pulled my rod out and put it up to his face which quickly became covered in cum. When he finished I put my head down and he shot only as a 19-year old can.

I needed some time out, if for no other reason than to re-load. So, Sean and I had a major chat. Interestingly, he had a girlfriend in the states who was starting a degree at Harvard. He had just returned from spending the Christmas break with her. He was quite anxious about the future and, of course, trying, like me, to cope with his bi-sexuality. All I could do was to be sympathetic.

It was almost time to go home. But, after showering, I thought I would take another spin at the orgy room. Finally, there was large group, seven or eight, having collective sex. Right at the center was Eric fucking a spectacular Middle-Eastern boy looking about 5’10”. Eric saw me and made it clear he wanted me to fuck him while he worked on the other boy. I fit my cock in and pumped as fast as I could. In a few minutes, Eric unloaded on the boy’s back and with that I pulled aside so that Eric and boy could turn my way and take my cum.

That was enough for the night. I took a shower, dressed and went home.

Next: Rentboys and Escorting

 

[Autolycus]

Hot! Why is no one else commenting? This story also warrants some rating stars - so RATE THIS THREAD!

 

[bamaboi69]

dude... this is hot

 

[calguy1984]

b) Rentboys and Escorting

You are probably wondering if this title is slightly redundant. I mean my experience with rentboys in Sydney and two months in the employee of a well-known gay escorting business. But, I am getting ahead of myself--first to rentboys.

Do I hear you asking why a 22-year old who obviously found plenty of similar males at bathhouses took to engaging rentboys. The answer is that not every night was good at the bathhouses and/or I hadn’t had my fill. Thus, on certain nights, I went around to the agency (it was on the same street as me) or consulted the web—if Brent was out of town—and had a rentboy over.

The first time I did this was in October. I had been scoping out the agency and there had an 18-year old who seemed perfect. From the Gold Coast—the beach area just south of Brisbane, he styled himself a surfer, 6”, blonde and muscled. His picture really grabbed me.

One Saturday night soon after seeing the ad, there was nothing going on at bathhouse—so I decided to make my move. Fortunately, Ben was available that night. But, the attendant made me inspect all of the guys before I made my mind up. Ben certainly fit the bill. But, of six boys I saw two—in addition to him—would have been more than adequate.

Ben seemed blasé when he came into the room upstairs to which I had gone after viewing everyone. He asked if I wanted a drink (No thanks) and said he would be back momentarily. Back he came and we stood in the center of the room.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. He genuinely was a man-boy, mature in every physical respect so fresh and unassuming that he actually reminded of myself when 18. He took off his shirt to reveal a perfect torso made buff by workouts. His face presented a softer image—well cut Anglo-Celtic features with a golden head.

We embraced. But, he made a disturbing admonition, “I don’t kiss beyond my teeth.” (Add determination to the list of character traits.) I tried to follow his warning. We half-kissed and gradually stood nude at the bottom of the bed.

I glimpse in the mirror behind the bed and gently took his cock (about 7” and uncut). Then, with me in the back starting jerking him off, he became absorbed by a moment of narcissism. His enjoyment reached the point where he was audibly in pleasure. I took a bit longer and then sat on the bed so that I could take his lover muscle in my mouth. I was seized by the sheer beauty of his groin as his dick became even harder.

Soon we were on the bed and thrashing around like two young seals. I forgot his injunction about kissing. Without hesitation, he said, “Do that once more and it’s over.” I couldn’t believe his brashness and felt like leaving. But, I continued, without violating the teeth rule, and he soon began to relax. After doing 69 (with my dick placed in a condom) he started to indicate he wanted me to fuck him.

I tried three or four positions and he became rhapsodic and I had to slow down a few times to avoid cuming. Finally, I was on my back with him working his butt up and down to the rock music which was playing softly. He came suddenly in several spurts. After taking satisfaction of this, I wanted him to do what I like best—sucking my tits while I jack off. In about two minutes I came.

We had a little time left over so Ben and I chatted about ourselves. He had finished high school and was taking a year off. He came to Sydney because he was gay—although if you met him on the street you would think it—and the Gold Coast still is inhospitable. He signed up for work at the agency about three weeks before I saw him. But, he was probably going quit, largely because an incident at a dance where his boyfriend responded badly after a former client he showed up at the function started to harass Ben. Sure enough, he disappeared from the agency’s website in about a week.


I find it difficult to recount the next episode because it involves the one man I have truly loved. In met Oscar through agency. He was my same age and came from the UK. He was surrounded by relatives who were trades men and, in fact, learned enough about construction to do a respectably on any job. He had some sort of post-secondary training in computers and did excellent design work.

Oscar was on an escape from himself. He announced to his family that he was gay at a gathering in which homosexuals were being discussed with characteristic derision. During the last two years he had been traveling, sometimes totally disconnected from Western society. But, Sydney provided enough of a comfort zone that he wanted to become a permanent resident.

The night I want to talk about was our fifth time together. He was out of the ageny—freelancing. I wanted to do something special for him. So I thought of inviting him for meal and nothing else.

The discussion during dinner proved fascinating. He opened-up in several ways. What is it like being an escort? Good until you’ve stopped being flavor the month. Does he think of more further education? Yes, but first he going to travel with his lover (scrap any ideas about Oscar and me). What is his family like (apart from homophobic)? Dad has left the nest, mother is struggling, younger brother is excelling in science, and little sister is too young. Does he think if children grew up with the possibility of same-sex marriage that they would less promiscuous when becoming adults? A very strong positive. And, so it went for nearly two hours.

Oscar smoked. So, he excused him at the end of dinner to go out on the balcony and have a cigarette. It was a hot evening. But he surprised when he returned shirtless. It was obvious that he wanted to go to bed. But, he registered concern that I didn’t have enough money. I said he was right—that I hadn’t planned for sex. We admired the problem for a few minutes and then he said, “I want this evening to have a happy ending.” I was game but added that I would get the extra money to him tomorrow—which I did.

We walked into my bedroom. Physically, Oscar was like Matt—lithe rather than muscular. He was my favorite height, 6’2”, and 170 Ibs. Predictably, he was blonde. He said that Angus, his boyfriend who still worked at agency, could not get in the gym where worked as a personal trainer. I took this with a salt shaker because he clearly was doing something to buff up his arms and chest and to produce some of the finest abs I have ever seen.

Oscar had his sexy look on—in fact, unsurpassable. I took my shirt off and we clung to each other passionately. He loved everything about sex and there was no rush through prelims. We kissed, lick one another’s tits and began taking off our pants. Soon he stood beside me nude and I was once again
overtaken by his boyish good looks, magnificent pecs, and his beautiful groin. As he had the other times that we meant, he gradually worked his dick hard. It was exactly the length of mine though not as thick. Believe me, it worked wonders on my prostate.

But, first, we got on the bed and sucked our cocks in order and then doing 69. We were so familiar with our bodies, that we were supremely intimate. In time, Oscar took the initiative and began rimming me as I continued to suck his dick. I began moaning and he offered to fuck me. Rolling on my back, he guided his cock into me. I soon began playing with his pecs and catching moments of kissing. My moans reached harmonic rhythm with the pressure against my prostate.

After about ten minutes he said, “Do you want to fuck my ass.” Indeed, I did. So, we exchanged positions. He was unbelievable. His sexual energy was exceptional. I pulled it out after ten minutes and came in his face. Soon after, he reciprocated in my mouth. It was a perfect ending.

I afraid that was our last time. I called his cell about a week after. But, he was in a bar down in Melbourne. The next week, his page disappeared from the web site as did Angus’s from the agency’s. They obviously went traveling, where I don’t know.

I met the next rentboy through a large global web site. He was French and had spent about five years doing modeling and escorting several European cities. He was 25 and came to Sydney for the summer.

Jean-Paul was not normally my type. He was 6’4” and sturdily built. His pictures look threatening. But, I thought, beneath the external bravado could be a very interesting person. Besides, he had shoulder-length blonde hair—which made him too much to resist.

I was instantly put at ease when I got him on his cell. He might look like a lion but in fact he was pussy cat. I made an appointment for him to come around to the apartment at 8.
Precisely on time, this huge bombshell arrived at the door. My expression must have said gulp, because he instantly apologized for being punctual—it was habit. Actually, I was catching my breath from sheer amazement at how gorgeous he looked.

We had two hours. So, we used the first 30 minutes sharing our stories. He was from Paris—the north-east, and studied accounting—which he hated. At 20, he took up modeling and escorting—the latter just to assure a steady income. His dad, in his 70s, lives back in Brittany and his mother lives in Paris. He entered a same-sex civil marriage, with a younger man, but it recently broke up.

Gradually we moved closer on my bed toward each other. He began to stroke his crotch as I tried to calm mine. Within moments we were embracing. I took his shirt off. He had perfect pecs with only a dash of hair. His body tapered nicely down to his waste, with his abs providing the appropriate enticement. The most remarkable thing about the scene was a rock solid belly button—even his obstetrician had ascetics on his mind.

We soon took of our pants. Again, he was strongly defined—with a bubble but and long, muscular legs. I began to suck his 7” dick which he seemed to agree with ecstatically. After a decent interval, I asked him to suck my cock. It was one of best blow jobs I’ve ever had.

Ultimately, he asked to fuck me. I eased myself on my stomach and put my ass in the air. I turned my head to see this hunk easing his dick in my anis. He might have only been 7”. But, he got full value out of every inch. In time I asked him to do me from the side. He switched and began pulling my dick as he fucked and kissed me. After about 10 minutes, I let loose one of the biggest wads I have had ever. He took my muscle in his mouth to suck me dry. Then it was time for him. He got on his back as I worked his cock. He came soon and my mouth was ready for the full load.

[to be continued]

 

[Autolycus]

A very exciting continuation! Thanks for sharing it with us.

 

[calguy1984]

my pleasure!!!

 

[calguy1984]

My short career as an escort began at the end of March. As I said, my grandfather’s trust made it possible to take a year off after completing college and pay for my traveling expenses. But, working full-time, I got used to not dipping in the fund at all since I arrived. This luxury would come to an end during June and July when I planned to backpacking.

The idea of escorting was not mine. A couple of guys I had been with asked why I didn’t do it because I obviously like sex and, physically, I ticked all the boxes. So, in late March, I called the manager of the agency and I asked if he was interested. He was and I worked out a schedule—a shift on Saturday and two on Sunday—which worked. I went through orientation—the stickiest part concerns hygiene—and began that weekend.

Obviously, I’m going have to be economical in recounting episodes. On average, I had four clients a weekend—remember Oscar’s admonition about starting as flavor of the month, I had a grueling eight on the first weekend. But, I’ll provide an instance of each of three types of encounters—young people who just want to experience it, in-house sex among escorts and orgies normally involving a middle aged person with a big wad of cash. There were scads of sessions with men between 35 and 55, most of which were perfectly enjoyable, that we will skip.

The first order of business involved describing myself for the web page. Of course, a few things had changed since I was a Freshmen in college. I was now42” and with a smooth chest and I weighed 190 Ibs. I kept myself in the best shape I ever had—alternating between the gym and running on everyday but Sunday (my one concession to my Catholic upbringing). I drove tailors mad because my shoulders actually required a 44 suit but my body tapered to a 32” waist--requiring cutting material away from off the rack suits. I looked annoyingly young, being constantly asked for id even Oz. In sum, if only I was blonde I might have rented myself.

About once every two weeks, on my shift, someone would come to agency or call who simply wanting to have the experience for the first time. You got the whole run of bi-curious late (you had to provide proof that you were at least 18) teens and early 20s. The most memorable was a call to one of Sydney’s most desirable suburbs, Vaucluse, which straddled the land between the ocean and the harbor. The attendant thought the voice on the other end of the phone sounded young. But, the person said he could prove his identity. After some discussion of who was available, the boy, Jake, settled on me. I was given a couple of taxi vouchers and told not to forget to check id. I got a taxi and settled in for the 30 minutes drive.

I had been to Vaucluse a few times. It consisted largely of respectable homes that had been transformed—even torn down and replaced—in the 1980s and 90s. The originals scarcely took advantage the views while the revised versions celebrated them. We drove up to one such house which occupied two lots and was surrounded by balconies.

I gave the cab driver a voucher and start my ascent up the stairs. Reaching top, I looked around and feasted my eyes on almost a 180 degree view of the harbor. Then, I rang the door bell.
Jake answered. He indeed looked young, so I checked his id. He struck me as savvy and was quite a good looking, with dark curly hair, a solid build and a 5’10” frame. I’m good at pumping trivia out of people. So, as we walked to the family room, he said that he graduated from Cranbrook, a sought after private school, and was now studying first year medicine (yes, medical school begins right after high school in OZ). Next came a shock. Clancy, 6’3”, 200 Ibs and brown hair was waiting for us. He was even more in need of checking, but had turned 18 six months ago.

So this was the deal. Jake and Clancy (from Riverview, the elite Catholic school) played rugby for their college at Sydney Uni. For the past month they have been experimenting but had never actually penetrated. Jake’s parents were away this weekend and they got the idea of having someone break them in. They had enough cash to pay for three hours.

It was late afternoon on a perfect autumn day. I looked at the large pool in the back yard and asked if it was secluded. Jake assured me that it was. So, I suggested we start there.

We got several towels and went outside. It still was quite warm, so I undressed completely and Jake and Clancy followed me. We all jumped in the water which was perfectly warm. What followed was 30 minutes of horseplay during which, I hoped, we would become less and less conscious of our nudity. In time, we became increasingly romantic. I was trying to reach the stage where I could recommend moving to the hot tube, which was located at the side of the pool.

Gradually, I coaxed them into the hot tube—which actually was part of the pool but with its own water source set several degrees above the rest. Once we were all in I thought I would go for Jake. He was already erect, as was I. I began kissing him. He was a beautiful boy and I was especially enchanted by his curly hair. Clancy sat at the edge—getting what proved to be 8” completely firm. I worked my way though Jake’s pecs and six pack till I began sucking his 5” dick which was cut and exceedingly responsive. Clancy replaced me on Jake’s lips which I must say were succulent. But, in time he joined me on Jake’s dick. We were all quite aroused. I guess, however, that Clancy and I failed to sense how close Jake was because, without warning, he came in our faces. We licked the cum off as Jake apologized—assuring me that he frequently came multiples times.

It was Clancy’s turn. But, I let Jake take lead this time which he did masterfully. We ended up with Jake and me sucking Clancy exhaustively. This was no premature ejaculator. Indeed, he seemed to be savoring every effort to intensify. But, in time, he let out a huge yelp and we got our mouths into position so as to enjoy his geyser of cum.

It was almost 5 PM and I suggested that we go in. I was a bit surprised that the boys instantly agreed. Once we got in the house, it struck as a bit odd that Jake led us to his parents’ room in which the bed was already covered by large sheet that reminded me instantly of the protection that we use at the agency.

We had carried our clothes in the house as well as the towels we used to dry ourselves. Suddenly, the door bell rang. Without skipping a beat, Jake wrapped himself in a towel and went to answer. I tried to be quiet. But, Clancy was extremely talkative. After a muted conversation in the hallway, Jake was back with a beautiful blond name Carol who obviously was in my temporary line of work and, at about 20, somewhat more experience than Jake and Clancy. I knew now why Dave, the attendant at the agency, said the boy had been emphatic in his preference for a bisexual male.

It was apparent that the boys had worked Carol before. So, as I caught my breath, I let them begin. Carol took off her shirt to reveal about as voluptuous breasts I have ever seen. Jake began sucking her tits and Clancy kissed her. Soon she took off her shorts and began to fondle her cunt. Jake was in time attracted down there and began to tongue her. Meanwhile, Clancy was alternating between tits. I stepped in to let her suck my dick.

Carol eventually began to yell ecstatically. Jake took that as an invitation to insert his penis. Meanwhile, Clancy moved up so that we could kiss and Carol could work our dicks. I was going to make these guys pay for springing Carol on me. So, after five minutes of Carol sucking I went for it—taking my 9”s and putting it as far as I could go up Clancy’s ass. At first, he protested but within five minutes he was pleading with me to drive harder—which I did.

In time, Clancy wanted to fuck me. So, I asked Jake to take a break and I began to hump Carol as Clancy got his dick hard and worked into my ass. Being fucked by Clancy was great but Carol was heavenly.

After some time, I thought of an appropriate grand finale. Jake and Clancy would double penetrate Carol as I would fuck Jake—who would be on the top. It didn’t take long to talk the boys into it. It came out splendidly—with Jake, of course, cuming inside Carol and Clancy and I embracing as we each let go of our loads in Carol’s face.
(to be continued)

 

[BiMike]

Nice return ! Loved all the horny details would have loved to join in your threesome !
Love to hear more about your times in Oz

 

[calguy1984]

thanks Mike

 

[Horniez]

Wow! I love this story! I'd love to hear more!

 

[calguy1984]

Horniez--more coming, just can't say when.

 

[Horniez]

Cal: Can't wait!