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A few years ago I decided to take the Grand Gay Tour of Europe. After a few fun and cum filled nights in Amsterdam I took the train for Berlin, planning on spending four nights there seeing the sights and the gay bars. The hotel I was staying at was over the Connection Disco. On checking in I was given free passes for each night for the disco. The first night I decided to check out the biker/leather scene and headed for Tom's bar. Once inside I found that they were having a black out party. I got a beer and began feeling my way around the walls to locate the bathroom. Finding that I continued to feel my way until I reached a doorway. Thinking it was the famous backroom I went in only to find stairs going down. I was almost at the bottom when I missed a few steps and went into a spin. Luckily a tall guy caught me before I fell on my face. He pulled me up by my shoulders into a deep kiss. As he did this he unbuckled my belt and pulled the back of my jeans down. Immediately, someone was behind me rimming my hole. After a wet, sloppy rim job the tall guy turned me around and pulled me onto his naked cock. I rode his cock until he emptied his balls into my ass. Later that same night I decided to use one of my free passes for the disco. I expected it to be crowded and it was. I got a beer and wandered around in the crowd until I found a space against a wall in the corner. As I finished my beer I felt a hand reach into the back of my jeans. He soon found my wet hole and pushed two fingers into me. Shocked but feeling my lust building I pushed back on his fingers. His free hand went around to grab my stiff cock and then to loosen my belt and pull the back of my jeans down. By this time I was going commando having ditched my cum soaked underwear. This gave my unseen invader clear access to my hole. Someone pushed a bottle of very strong poppers under my nose and I inhaled deeply. As my head began to swim I felt a bare cock move quickly into my moistened tunnel. He was not small but the cum inside me provided all the lube he needed. He pounded me in the bar as hundreds of people stood near by uninterested in our little scene. After 10 minutes he grabbed my hips pulling me to his body and filled me with his German load. My now I was ready for my last drink of the night even though the disco was opened until dawn. I knew that in a few days I'd be heading for Munich and then Florence where I expected more fun times.

I had an experience like that in Fort Lauderdale. It was a salsa night with a well known drag queen. The bar was too smoky so I went out for some air. I saw the queen's tour bus and walked over to it. The driver was having a smoke. I told him it looked like a nice ride. He invited me to look inside. Once inside he pushed me over a couch, pulled my shorts down and gave me the fucking of my life. After we talked and I gave him my number in case he was it the area again. But no such luck.

Years ago the best place to pick up a good fuck was the local adult book store. The local military base usually had one or two within a short distance of the main gate. I was lucky to live in an area with Army, Air (^*&^*&(&, and Marine bases close. I found that the best time to hit the ABS was Fridays around 8PM. Service guys would hang around the booths waiting for a chance for quick sex. About 10pm they'd start to hitch rides to the local bus stop. Sometimes if I were lucky I'd meet one who had a weekend pass and we'd spend the whole time in bed. I built up a good sized group who were regulars at my place. I found out that most guys were frustrated with their military jobs and needed to have a regular home life to perform well in bed. Yes, some weekends we did run sex trains at my place. Loved taking all their loads. It was the ultimate no strings attached deal. Once over a long weekend I managed to take 18 loads a day from 6 guys. During our rest breaks I'd soak in the bath tub while they watched sports on TV. It was a closed circle thing so safe for us all. At one point I moved into a house that became a hangout. The boys would drop by on Fridays with food, beer, and booze. We'd often spend the weekend naked. It was out little secret and the MPs never bothered us. Most guys knew how to use public transport to evade any MPs, a few bus changes, a little shopping was all it took. It always amazed me. In fact some of the MPs were regular visitors. The other thing was that these guys looked after me. They made sure I had regular medical and dental visits. It was in the days before many of the deadly STDs were around and the military was so desperate for warm bodies that the gay thing was not a big issue as long as you did your job. It wasn't just the enlisted men either. Once naked rank didn't count. We did go out to straight bars a lot, more for cover than anything else. Some of the more romantic would insist on dinner dates. It was sweet. I kept those to weeknights.

Firehouse Blues cajuncock Ok this is based on an incident that happened years ago. I was 21 and just out of college and had managed to land a low paying teaching job. I'd worked that summer and saved enough to move from my parents' house into my own place. It was a cheap, $98 a month, studio. One advantage was that it overlooked a large park and the zoo. The disadvantage was that it was next to the elevator and had roaches, thousands of them! After repeated and unsuccessful attempts to get the building super to help I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went to the local hardware store and bought a couple of bug bombs. I set them off in two parts of the place and went off to school. I returned home to find a note to see the super. So I went down to his place and he handed me a notice to report to the local fire station. Not knowing that what I ha done resulted in the fire department having been called. I walked the few blocks to the station with the notice in hand. I called out and was told to go upstairs. The duty chief read me the riot act then asked if I was hungry. By then it was way past my usual dinner time so I said yes. He ushered me into their kitchen where there was a long table set up for the crew. Many of the men were already chowing down. The chief introduced me as the bug guy and I was handed a plate of food. These guy were big and had big appetites to match! When we finished I offered to do the dishes since they'd fed me so well. It must've been a slow day since there were no calls. Most of the guys were in the weight room or the lounge watching TV. The lounge had a pool table. Now I'd been a pretty good player in college so was invited to play a game. One game led to two then three. The place had no a/c and it was summer so we were pretty sweaty by the time we finished. One of the guys handed me a towel and ushered me into the shower room. There I saw a half dozen naked firemen under the shower heads. Now I knew that I was curious about other men so this turned me on. But I had a problem, a big problem down below. I couldn't just suddenly leave and if I striped my problem would be in full sight. I hesitated until one of the guys in the shower challenged me "You aren't shy are you? We're all guys with the same equipment." He walked out of the shower an over to where I was standing. "Here hang your things on this peg." he rather loudly said. There was no alternative at this point so I striped down, hard cock and all on display. No one made a comment but I did see a few cocks plump up. Now I was skinny at 5'11 and 120 pounds and now surrounded by 6 or so hunks, all naked. I moved to an empty shower head and turned on the water. I tried not to stare but couldn't help but notice the cock on my right as I turned around. It was soft but huge,a good 9 inches of man meat. When I looked again it had risen up to half mast, adding a few more inches. It was impressive to say the least. The other guys ignored me and I rushed to finish the shower and dress. I returned to the lounge and played another game of pool with the owner of the massive cock. During the game he'd stand behind me to help me line up my shot. His body pressed against my butt. I could feel the monster against me. No one seemed to notice or care. At the end of the game I again apologized for the bug bomb incident and thanked them for the meal. Some of them stood to shake my hand and invited me back for a pool game anytime I wanted. I was escorted downstairs by the owner of the monster cock. When we were out of hearing of the others he whispered "I'd like to get to know that cute body of yours sometimes. Maybe I can come by on the weekend to offer some tips on your problem?" He patted my ass and smiled down at me. He was 6'6'. I gave him my number and told him Ok. At that time there were no known safe places where gay men could meet. I was frustrated sexually and would welcome any activity. Over the next month I visited the fire station a few times to play pool. During that time a few of the firemen became friends and would drop by my place to help me solve my "roach" problem. I discovered that many of them were single or sexually frustrated in their marriages. I helped them release their on the job stress. Some were tops others bottoms. The house rule was whatever went on in the apartment stayed in the apartment. On a few occasions we'd meet at my place to watch Sunday football, four or five of them always naked. We developed games for the points scored on the TV, an early form of truth or dare but without the truth part. Needless to say I stopped trying to find places to meet men. My hands (and ass) were full with my firemen. I received a different kind of education and proved to be a very good student. Lesson #1-the best remedy for job stress is sex-hard and long.

love to know that some stranger is dumping his load in me. Love the sauna with so many cocks. Recently there on a slow Sunday, only 3 others there. But I lay ass up as one guy ate my hole. leaving me well lubed. The other 2 watched then went to work on my well lubed hole, leaving their love offering.

My first one CAJUNCOCK I was a late bloomer coming out in the 1970s at 26. I did know that I liked guys but didn't know where to find MM sex. At the time I was living on the Hill in DC with my brother and his GF. Finally, they got tired of seeing me alone and took me to a neighborhood bar that was known for its gay clients. I was around gay men at last. Long story short I discovered 2 other gay bars in the neighborhood and began visiting them but never daring to pick anyone up. Finally, one of the managers, an old high school classmate, offered me a job as the doorman. My prime duty was to check IDs, collect the door fee, and keep drunk straights out. The bar was located by the Marine Barracks so we had a reputation. In those days gays in the military were tolerated if not totally recognized. The marine attitude was "do your job and keep it to yourself". One busy Saturday night I was at the door when this very military type came up with his ID in hand. He was shorter and blond. I knew that there was always the risk of MPs trying to get in so I loudly warned him that this was a private gay club. He said that he was Ok with that, paid his $3 entry and went in. I continued to work the door. During the evening the Marine came up to me a few times and asked me when the bar closed and what I was doing afterwards. Usually, we'd clean up and go out for burgers and coffee at an all night diner. The night was busy but finally closing time came around. The manager came up to me to collect the door money and said that the guy over in the corner said he has a date with me for coffee. I looked over to see the Marine, I'll call him "M" . He smiled and waved. I waved back. The manager told me that since I had a date I could leave early. He knew that I seldom talked to other gay men and had little or no gay experience. M came up to me, gave me a light peck on the cheek and put his arm around me. He was stone sober so I figured coffee in a public place was safe. We walked to the all night diner and had coffee. Sitting there we got to know each other better. He was an officer, from a well to do family in Philly. He'd had a few gay experiences. That was a lot more than mine- none. I was a sexual virgin. After coffee and breakfast he offered to drive me home saying it wasn't safe at that hour for me to walk home alone. I didn't want to wake my brother so we made out in the stairwell. He took my cherry under the stairs and asked if he could see me again. I was too shocked to say no. The next weekend he came by the bar again. By this visit the manager had figured out that something was going on with us. M continued to teach me about MM sex. One Sunday morning I woke up in a strange bed, his. I got up to pee and looked out the window. The room was overlooking the parade grounds of the barracks. I knew that we'd had a lot to drink at an after hours club frequented by military men. But I had no memory of how we ended up here. Worst still it was daylight with many marines and their families walking around. I panicked wondering how I was going to get out. By this time M had awakened and was standing next to me at the window. He saw my panic and said not to worry, it was visitors day on Sunday and I'd fit into the crowd. He was right. After we showered and dressed, ok and made love again, we walked out onto the parade grounds like any other of the visitors. M signed out and told me that he knew a great place for a good Sunday brunch. It was a date that I could not have imagined. I soon found an apartment of my own on the Hill and continued seeing M. We saw each other a lot until he was sent overseas- Korea. Parting from him was tearful. We spent his last 2 days in bed-some times making love and others with me crying for the loss. It was long before "couples" were common on the gay scene but we were one. After M left I remained alone, in my shell. The bar manager asked me if I could take over opening in the afternoon. It'll only be for 4 hours, 3 days a week. He told me that I could run the place as I liked. I had a few older, gay men who became regulars. One quiet day 2 marines wondered in for a drink and a pool game. I told them that the game was on me. Soon my marine clients out numbered the gay men. It turned out to be a good move. My gay customers grew and the 2 groups were not hostile. As time went on I noticed that a marine would leave with a gay man at the same time. It didn't take a genius to figure that one out. Cheap beer (25 cent drafts), free pool, broke marines, and horny, older gay men - everyone won. Our afternoon profits rose. It was the beginning of my long relationship with military men. The good and bad was obvious. The down side was that every 2 years they were rotated out. The good was that they were always horny. They even didn't mind sharing me with their buddies. I didn't complain. Another good thing was that I always had 2 , strong body guards when I went out. I did have a type- tall, blond, muscled military men. Some weekends we'd have 48 hour parties at my place. When we did go out I usually had at least 2 with men. Those queens were green with envy.

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