Dear Diary Ch. 07

Dear Diary,

The first time I sucked off a man was in the nearest bathhouse to where I live. It was early in the conflicted period in which I wavered about coming out of the closet—while wondering why I seemed to spend so much time in the bathhouse having gay sex, and enjoying the hell out of myself doing it.

In that establishment, there is a corridor that leads to the pool deck. At its end is a bank of video monitors showing hot gay porn. You don't see it often, but some guys stand around masturbating to the pretty pictures moving on the wall.

I've done it myself.

On this occasion a beautiful young Asian man leans agains the wall, watching the porn but, for the moment, keeping his hands unoccupied.

He makes eye contact with me, and performs a gesture with his tongue that cannot be misinterpreted. I'm tempted, but don't feel ready for oral sex just yet.

He has his towel tied loosely around his waist. Diary, the memory of how I longed to loosen that towel and stroke his exposed thigh makes me stop typing and stroke my cock as I sit naked before my computer!

I do no such thing; wander off in search of sex elsewhere. My journey brings me to a kind of maze, not far from where I first saw Asian Guy. Now he sits on a pleather bench, looking me in the eye. And his towel is nowhere to be seen.

Seeing him naked in the semidarkness, I realize he's just as hot as I imagined. Again, he makes the come-hither move with his tongue. This time, I'm ready for him. I let my towel drop to the floor.

We begin with me stroking his inner thigh. Before long, his penis stands erect and stiff and ready for the condom I have with me.

I kneel between his knees and take him in my mouth. Even inside a condom, his erection feels warm and vibrant. I move my head back and forth, and worry it by moving my head from side to side. It takes me a while, but I quickly learn what to do with my tongue to make him gasp and moan.

We continue this way until he has his first orgasm. The noises he makes, the way his body shudders, and the way his cock spasms in my mouth all tell me he's had a happy ending.

At this point, I expect our exertions to subside in an afterglow, but his cock remains hard, and it's clear he expects me to keep on sucking it!

Having just learned how much fun it is to suck off another man, I'm happy to continue licking and slurping and generally working over his cock with every part of my mouth. Of course, during this, I pump my own cock, my increasingly turgid and sensitive cock.

My lover's body convulses and he gasps as he has his second orgasm.

I'm not done, but surely he is . .?

No! He makes it clear I should not stop, and and in no time, his cock is hard and pulsing for a third time!

Fine by me! I slobber and gobble and lick and squeeze his cock with my mouth. He makes lots of noise in return.

My own cock couldn't be harder. I jack it furiously.

Then comes another surprise. A man comes up from behind me, kneels down, and takes my cock in his hand. Wasn't expecting that!

Diary mine, not only am I giving my first blowjob to a man, but I'm having my first three-way!

Oh Diary, I will never forget my first blowjob orgasm as I sucked my young Asian lover's cock. Once I came, the mystery man who just masturbated me to orgasm left us—I didn't even get a good look at him. My Asian lover, however, continued fucking my mouth for minutes longer before he had his third, final orgasm of our lovemaking. Sweet, sweet memory for me to as I stroke myself. Diary, you will not tell!

My next trip down memory lane: I've only visited one sex club, and that only a few times. These establishments are unlike bathhouses in that the patrons remain in street clothes, sometimes.

My slight alteration to the dress code is to have my cock out, hard and throbbing, and keep it that way with my hand.

On some occasions, I take off my clothes, leave them with the guy at the front counter, and wander around naked. That too is considered unremarkable.

On this occasion, however, I'm fully dressed, so long as you ignore my stiff prick waving in the air as I wander about, seeking lovers.

There's an arrangement for glory holes that takes me a while to understand. In a kind of maze, there are raised platforms with the telltale hole in them. Outside the maze, you only see the hole. The height difference is such that a man standing outside the maze is at the perfect height to suck off a man standing on the platform within.

I've witnessed this—more wonderful memories—but haven't yet taken part.

Instead, I do mutual JO and cocksucking in little alcoves on the outside of the glory hole platforms.

Sweet memories all, and I masturbate to them as I type!

My summum bonum experience with cocksucking in this club, however, does not take place in any of these places.

Instead, I wander around fully clothed except for the hard boner I gently stroke, keeping it that way.

I meet two-three men in an intersection of the passages that link this network of gay trysting opportunities. We're all in our street clothes, and we all have our cocks out. Each of us masturbates while watching the others: Companiable. We can keep this up a long time.

I have my eye on another man's cock, and I'm contemplating grasping it with some seriousness, when a young man in his twenties, completely naked, walks up and without as much as a word, falls to his hands and knees and takes my cock in his mouth.

I could have had an orgasm on the spot!

But I maintain control, for a while. A minute passes as the naked twink sucks my cock and all the other men watch us while stroking themselves. It feels glorious, especially with the audience.

My partner in this act worries the bottom of my shaft with his tongue in a way I've never felt before!

I don't remember how long he sucks my cock while everyone else around us watches and masturbates, but if it had gone on forever, I'd not have complained.

It never does. My lover brings me to an earth-shattering orgasm in front of everyone. As he greedily sucks every last drop of my cum, in the process using his tongue to keep my afterglow incandescent, I'm near falling to my knees, my pleasure is so intense!

"Ahhh . . ." I gasp. "God that guy . . . ," for my lover had already departed for darker realms in the club, my cum warming his tummy, "He's a firecracker! Get him to suck you off, you won't regret it!"

These are probably not the exact words I used at the time, but they capture the sentiment.

Another occasion, at a different location: There's a sex shoppe in a town next to my hometown, that has an arcade. I'm reliably informed that wonderful things take place there. I also learned there's a certain amount of action in the parking lot, but haven't worked up the nerve yet.

I pay my fee, go into the arcade, and select a booth. Once inside, I pull out my cock and start stroking it.

Less than thirty seconds later a nice young Latino man joins me. I don't even get a chance to pretend I'm not beating off! Not that I want him to be in any doubt . . . Wasn't expecting to see action this quick . . .

In no time we have hands on each other's cocks. A long time we masturbate each other.

I'm the first to go on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. I stroke myself while worrying his cock with my tongue.

There's nothing finer than to feel the tense shaft of a man's erect penis inside my mouth, to lick it like an ice cream cone, to feel my lover as he fucks my mouth.

I stand, pull my pants off, and let them fall to my ankles. I remove my shirt. My partner does the same. Both of us now naked from the ankles up, we embrace and kiss deeply while enjoying delicious frot. Mmmm, diary! That was sweet!

My lover drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. He sucks me and sucks me.

We repeat this cycle: One of us sucks the other's cock, followed by near-naked embracing and deep kissing, then we trade roles so that cocksucker becomes cocksuckee!

I have no memory how long we keep it up before sharing orgasms—but it's a long time. A long, glorious, time. Yet in the end, we both come.

A final occasion: Once more, I'm in the theater at the local sex shoppe. I enter to find another man in the fucking alcove at the back of the theater. He's a young black man and, as I soon learn, very friendly.

I stand next to him. Soon we have both our cocks out and stroke them while eyeing each other. I put my hand on his. It's not especially thick or long—but it is hard as steel cable!

I'm happy to stroke him as long as it takes. He reaches for mine. We masturbate each other. I'd have loves continuing with that all the way to orgasm, but my friend has another idea.

He drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. I'm not expecting it, even though I'm abiding by a rule of no unprotected oral sex (with mixed results, I'm obliged to report).

Well, then, I think. Not my first rodeo . . . I really like having my cock sucked . . . And he's awfully good at it!

I bask in the warmth of what he does to me with his tongue and his lips. It's all I can do to hold on and not shoot my load in his mouth then and there . . .

I pull loose. He stands and I resume pumping his cock. After a bit of that, I pull off my shirt and pull my pants all the way down. He does the same.

We embrace, naked from the ankles up, and enjoy rubbing our bodies one against the other, rubbing our cocks together in frot. Did we kiss? I don't remember, but for sure our hands were all over each other's bodies!

Once more I masturbate him, enjoying the feel of his stiff prick in my hand. Once more he drops to his knees and sucks my cock like a pro. Then he stands, we embrace again . . .

. . . And lather, rinse, repeat. I have no real idea how long we made love in that theater. What I do remember, what I hope never to forget to the end of my life, was how it feels when his tongue on my cock drives me over the edge and he drains every drop of my cum while I blow a five day's nut in his mouth. His clever, wicked mouth!

Oh Diary mine, what a memory for me to jerk off to!