July 2007

Darren was just finishing unpacking when he heard a strange noise at the door. There was a series of clicks, as though someone were putting a key card in the slot, and then he heard a male voice swearing. A moment after that, the door opened.

“Um, excuse me,” Darren said, startled. He had stripped down to his boxer shorts in preparation for a shower, and he glanced around in futility, looking for something to cover himself.

The man who had just let himself into Darren’s room looked just as surprised. He let his garment bag slip off his shoulder. “This was supposed to be my room,” he said awkwardly, holding out his key card. “The hotel must have made a mistake.”

Darren shrugged. “It’s not the end of the world. We’ll call the front desk and get it straightened out.” The desk clerk informed them that the hotel was booked, and after considering for a moment, Darren extended his hand to the other man. “I’m Darren. Why don’t you stay here tonight? There’s plenty of room,” he said, gesturing towards the king-sized bed.

“That’s really nice of you. I’m Ken.” They spent an amicable evening watching sports on TV and then went to bed. Darren was just drifting off to sleep when he felt the bed shift as Ken moved closer. He could feel the distinct sensation of Ken’s erection brushing over his ass. He held still for a moment, aroused but unsure of how to react. His own cock grew instantly hard and he took a deep breath, moving his hand around his back and grasping Ken’s cock.

“Oh yes,” Ken moaned, pushing his hips forward, feeding his cock into Darren’s fist. Darren grew bolder, turning over and holding Ken’s prick firmly in his hand, jerking it the same way he would his own dick. Ken reached over and moved down Darren’s boxer shorts, releasing the erection that Darren had spurted as soon as he had felt Ken’s prick against his ass.

The men jerked each other quickly, their hands rubbing over the smooth, loose skin of each other’s pricks. Darren felt Ken’s cock growing even stiffer in his hand, and he squeezed back against it, feeling the stiff rod pulsing against his fingers. Ken thrust his hips up, fucking Darren’s fist. After a few minutes, Darren felt Ken’s cock throb, and warm cum spilled over his hand.

Ken gasped in pleasure and kept moving his hand over Darren’s dick until Darren reached his own climax, spurting his spunk high in the air. There was jism all over both their hands and stomachs, making the sheets sticky. They fell asleep, still holding each other’s cock.

Late in the night, just before the sun started to peek through the window, Darren woke up with another hard-on. He shifted, noticing that Ken was awake, and just as hard as he was. “Ready for another round?” Darren whispered.

Ken smiled in the darkness. “What did you have in mind?” Darren leaned over and pushed the sheet back, exposing Ken’s stiff prick, which was still sticky with his cum. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath before pushing his lips down around Ken’s shaft. Ken groaned in pleasure. Darren swirled his tongue around Ken’s cockhead, tasting the salty remains of his spunk. As he sucked, he stroked his own cock.

The heady smell of Ken’s jism and sweaty balls turned Darren on, and he sucked more eagerly, saliva dripping down Ken’s cock. Darren groaned, pouring out his second load of cum onto the sheets, and sucking even harder on Ken’s prick. Ken gave an answering grunt of delight and shot his load into Darren’s mouth, coating his tongue with the warm, salty fluid.

They fell asleep again, and when they woke in the morning, they showered and then headed off to their respective meetings. “Well,” Ken said, shaking Darren’s hand as he left. “I guess we should be grateful for that little hotel mix-up.”

“I certainly am,” Darren said.

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“I’m horny,” Chris complained to his friend Brent. They were sitting on Chris’ couch watching porn. “Marta won’t be back for three more days, and I’m gonna explode if I don’t come soon.”

“I know the feeling,” Brent said, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. “Watching this movie isn’t helping.” He gestured towards the television, where a big-titted blonde was getting fucked by one guy and sucking the other off.

Chris undid his zipper. He never wore underwear, so his big dick bounced free, the head shiny with pre-cum. He was so hard his dick stood straight up against his stomach, and Brent could see his heavy balls quivering with the effort of holding in his load. Chris stared at the screen and fisted his stiff erection. He squeezed it tight, making the head bulge with every downstroke.

Following his host’s example, Brent undid his jeans and pulled his dick out through the opening in his boxer shorts. His cock wasn’t as long as Chris’, but it was just as hard, and fatter. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, placed his thumb on the head like he was holding a joystick, and went to town.

Brent leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, listening to the moans of the woman in the film, muffled by the enormous fuck-stick the man was stuffing in her mouth. When he opened his eyes, Chris was standing in front of him, his pants around his knees, and his long dick pointing at Brent’s mouth. “You suck me, I’ll suck you,” Chris said, running his fingers up and down his shaft. The head was pointed like an arrow.

“Why the hell not?” Brent muttered. He opened his mouth and Chris thrust his hips forward, forcing his long snake into Brent’s mouth. Brent was surprised at the feeling, the spongy head pressing against his tongue and then the silky skin slipping over the stiff root. He swallowed and ran his tongue along the vein on the underside, making his mouth wet.

“Mmmm, suck it harder,” Chris said, flexing his ass and pressing his dick further into Brent’s mouth. Brent eagerly complied, tasting the salty pre-cum dripping from Chris’ cock. Chris screwed his hard, long shaft in and out of Brent’s mouth, the head slipping easily between Brent’s wet lips.

“That’s it, take it,” Chris sighed, reaching under Brent’s chin to squeeze his own swaying balls. Brent moaned around Chris’ shaft, pumping his own dick as he sucked Chris off. Chris pumped his dick into Brent’s mouth faster and faster, moving his hands behind Brent’s head to guide his movements. Brent slurped Chris’ dick, trying to keep up.

With a shout, Chris shoved his prick deep into Brent’s mouth and spilled his load onto Brent’s waiting tongue. Brent swallowed Chris’ come tentatively at first and then let the liquid slide easily down his throat. Chris pulled back, letting his cock emerge from between Brent’s lips with a pop.

“My turn,” Brent smiled.

Chris nodded, kneeling between Brent’s open legs, and sucked Brent’s wide rod easily into his mouth. Brent could still taste Chris’ cum on his tongue, and he was hard as iron. He lifted his hips off the couch, watching Chris’ mouth stretch wide around his fat cock. Chris closed his eyes and sucked hungrily at Brent’s dick. His head bobbed up and down Brent’s dick, his spit and Brent’s pre-cum making the shaft slick so his mouth moved faster and faster, pushing the loose skin back and forth over the hard rod.

Brent pumped harder and harder into Chris’ mouth and finally with a loud shout, emptied his aching balls. His cock throbbed over and over, pouring wet streams of cum into Chris’ mouth. Chris swallowed and then licked Brent’s cock dry.

“Better than jerking off, huh?” Chris grinned at Brent.

“Damn straight. When did you say Marta was coming back again?”

“Not for three more days,” Chris said. Brent’s mind reeled at the possibilities.

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Andy popped the tape into the VCR and relaxed on the couch, his half-stiff cock already in his hand. All he wanted was to watch the porn video he had rented, jerk himself off, and then go to sleep. He fast-forwarded through the opening credits, slipping his hand easily up and down his prick, feeling it throb and grow harder in his fist, and then when the action started, he pushed play and fingered his cockhead.

He was hoping for a hot woman-on-woman scene, or maybe a threesome, but the first image that came up on the tape was two men sucking each other’s cocks in a hot 69. He stared, open-mouthed for a moment, and then grabbed the tape cover. “Hot Cocks?” he asked aloud. Damn, the clerk at the store had given him some gay porn. He sighed and dropped the tape cover, hoping that at least there might be a woman in one scene somewhere.

After a few more minutes of watching, Andy noticed that his erection hadn’t faded at all, in fact, it was harder than ever. As he watched a slender white guy bend over and take the thick cock of a well-built black man up his ass, he began to stroke his prick again, squeezing the base gently with each stroke. He was kind of enjoying this. After all, fucking was fucking, right?

The action on the screen grew hotter. Another big black guy stepped into the shot, feeding his cock into the white guy’s mouth as the other man continued fucking his ass. Andy swallowed hard, moving his hand up and down his cock faster and faster. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out of the head. He paused for a moment and grabbed the bottle of baby oil next to the couch, lubing his dick up until it was swollen and shiny. He could fist himself much more quickly when he was slick and hard.

In the movie, the black man who had been fucking the other guy’s ass pulled out and sprayed his cum into the air. His huge black snake jerked and pulsed, sending rope after rope of creamy spunk all over the other guy’s skin. Then the second black man grunted and thrust his cock deep into the white guy’s mouth, releasing his load. Andy looked down at his own cock, shining in the light from the television, and licked his lips. He would love to have someone sucking his cock right now, even a guy.

As the scene changed to a circle jerk, Andy began thrusting his hips up off the couch, fucking his fist as he squeezed his shaft. He stared at the cocks on the screen - all of them hard. Some were black, some white, some cut, some uncut. The men were jerking off all over each other, streams of cum flying through the air. Andy grunted in pleasure and squeezed his balls tightly with his free hand. They were slightly slippery from the baby oil, and tight with his impending load.

Andy closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the men moaning on the screen and the sound of his own hand flicking up and down his hard prick. With a loud moan, he finally released his own load, pouring cum all over his hand. He gasped for breath, his orgasm intense, making his entire body shake with pleasure. He lay back on the couch, breathing heavily and allowing his cum to drip onto his stomach.

The mistake that the clerk had made hadn’t been so bad at all, he thought to himself. He might even get another gay movie next time he was there. He smiled at the thought and drifted off to sleep.

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“Hey, I’ve got a package here,” Devon said, walking into the room. Heads turned and he was shushed by at least five people. “Sorry,” he whispered, glancing around. The room was filled with movie cameras and lights. In the center of the room was a large bed. Two naked men were lying on the bed sucking each other’s cocks.

Devon’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the scene transpiring in front of him. The larger of the two men, who had blonde hair, was on his back sucking the slender pink prick of the smaller, dark-haired man on top. He was opening his mouth wide to swallow the blonde man’s thick cock, and the shaft was shiny with saliva all the way down to his balls.

“Are you making a porn film?” Devon whispered to the man closest to him. The man nodded, and Devon turned his attention back to the men on the bed. Devon could feel his dick rising under his uniform pants. They had switched positions and were rubbing their cocks together, jerking off. The smaller man groaned and the camera zoomed in to capture his cum spurting out of his pulsing cockhead.

“Cut!” the director squawked. “Is Dave here yet? No? Where the hell am I going to find someone for this next scene?” He glanced around the room and his eye fell on Devon, who was watching as the actors cleaned themselves up, joking as though they hadn’t been sucking each other’s dicks a moment before. “You,” the director said, motioning to Devon. “Strip and get on the bed.”

Devon blinked in surprise, but his hard-on was doing more of the thinking. Staring at the blonde man’s dick, which was still just as hard as it had been, he pulled off his uniform, leaving the package forgotten by the door. He sat down on the bed, his hard prick jutting up between his thighs.

“Okay, let’s get a light reading and then shoot!” the director ordered.

“But I don’t know the script,” Devon began to object, and then trailed off as the dark-haired guy knelt in front of him and took his prick in his mouth. He was a great cocksucker, bobbing his head up and down as his tongue flicked along the underside of Devon’s cock. The blonde man stood beside Devon, stroking his massive prick with his large hands.

“Go on and suck it,” the blonde man told Devon. Devon gasped, feeling the dark-haired man push his lips all the way down to the base of his cock, and turned his head, taking the blond’s cock into his mouth. It felt soft and slightly spongy, and the head tasted sticky and salty. He slurped as the man fed his rod into Devon’s mouth, trying to keep his lips wrapped around the massive stick.

As Devon sucked the man’s pole into his mouth, he felt the cum boiling in his balls. Just as he got ready to come, the dark-haired man sat back and Devon’s prick spurted spunk into the air as the camera got a close-up. He stopped sucking for a moment and then resumed, bobbing up and down on the big blond guy’s dick for all he was worth. A second later, he felt the man coming, and he sucked down all his cum except for a tiny dribble that ran out of the side of his mouth.

“Dammit,” the director shouted. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to pull back for the cum shot? Can we do that again?”

The blond man stroked his still-stiff dick and shrugged. “Fine with me,” he said. Devon turned to the camera and smiled. He was going to enjoy being a movie star.