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Young Adventures in Gay Exploration
By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03)
Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay
world!
These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit
material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such
material it is your obligation to not take part in it.
I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help
support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any
donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would
be greatly helpful.
Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me
cumming so I can help you cum!
My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your
imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty,
sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in
your own fantasies or other activities.
Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like.
(I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them.
Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking
responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex
steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the
responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and
regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to
adult material.
There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters,
as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it
easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story.
A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to
include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more
adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.)
Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;)
~erotic alex steel
Chapter 1: Finding glory
Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green
Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy?
Chapter 4: Blowing my mind
Chapter 5: ???
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Chapter 1: Finding glory
It was the summer and nearing my birthday. I had been single for
several years, so it had been quite a long time since I had any reason to
celebrate my birthday, let alone anyone to celebrate it with. School had
been out for a month and I was starting to get pretty bored since I didn't
have a job. With nothing to do all day but watch TV, I usually wound up
watching, what I will refer to as 'the naughty channel,' at some point
during my days.
I had been alone for so many years I was beginning to wonder if there
would ever again be anyone to replace my own hand. The hand that always
wound up slowly stroking my cock through my pants or diving into the pants
to slowly tease it. It didn't matter what I was watching, naughty channel
or not, my cock wanted attention. With no fellow students around to
distract the lingering hunger for bodies to look at, my cock was constantly
aching for more and more. I'm sure you are all familiar with how little is
actually shown on that certain channel and how easy it is to watch it and
feel like your not really getting 'enough.'
My cock wanted more, demanded more. My own hand, my own pleasures, and
my options, were no longer enough. I had to think up something bigger,
something better.
When I was a young teenager, I used to know someone in Redwood City.
There is a bookstore there, an adult bookstore, that was, and probably
still is, a national landmark. A friend I used to know that lived around
there had used it before, mentioning that he had done his own exploring
some years ago. So I wondered. Would there be such adventures waiting out
there for me in the bi and gay world? Could I be so lucky as to find a
glory hole? Do any exist here? Would I ever want more than just a cock?
Would I ever play with another boy?
My wondering the answers to these questions was only the first steps on
my young adventures in exploring the gay world that lay around me for the
taking (or being taken ;) ).
With no previous knowledge of what to expect, other than a memory that
dated back to my high school days, I fantasized about what I might like to
happen. I had recently started appreciating how beautiful my own cock is.
After all, on that naughty channel cock is really about all you can ever
see, so lately I had seen a lot of material to compare to. I would see
other young guys, shaved pubes and shaved smooth cock like mine. I thought
to myself that the clean shaven guys with just a little bit of muscle,
sweat just barely glistening off their chest as they do whatever it is they
are doing at the moment was the kind of guy I'd like to have an adventure
with.
Of late, I'd often find myself fantasizing while watching a particularly
good scene. I'd watch, as the girl's head bounced up and down along the
guy's hard shaft. When I was younger, I could suck my own cock without
trouble, so I could recall how nice it feels to slide my mouth along my
cock. Sucking and licking my tongue around in little circles on the head
of my cock always would make more than enough sweet hot saliva to slip my
cock in and out of my mouth. I would always love when just a little saliva
would trickle out, running down along my cheek, or down along my shaft to
trickle down and around my balls, gently tickling my ass hole at the
bottom, depending on which way I was pleasing myself.
But I would watch these scenes and fantasize. Ones where the girl's
head is bouncing up and down, where the guy's cock is getting wetter with
each stroke, glistening with her saliva. I wondered, I used to enjoy
pleasing myself like that. I wondered, as I would look down at my own cock
glistening with my saliva I was using for lube. I wondered, as I slowly
stroked, watching what was on the screen. I wondered, would I enjoy
stroking someone else's cock as much as I enjoy stroking my own? I
thought, how nice it might be to trade places with that girl on the screen,
to be the one sucking on that cock with wild abandon.
Especially if that girl was sucking on a nice big cock, while another
filled her pussy and pumped her from behind. I'd always wondered, if I had
been a girl instead of a boy, would I be a dirty little girl? Would I
enjoy the reality of having a cock fill my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and
have one in each hand, as much as the fantasy of such turns me on? Would
it be that much different in my boy body, with a cock up my ass, in my
mouth, one in each hand, and someone pleasing my cock, as I pleased theirs?
Would I be able to stand that much pleasure at once? Or would I just be
able to lie there and be used by all the cocks around me and enjoy having
every hole filled?
It's a fantasy I sometimes think about, and one I have to put away for a
time when I've gained more confidence and bravery. Every now and then I
think, maybe this is an adventure yet to cum.
So, one day during that summer I decided to find out if I would enjoy
cock. I didn't know anything about glory holes, other than the fact that
they supposedly existed. It took me some effort. But, nervous, excited,
and already semi-hard thinking about it, I designed some notes, just in
case I found such a hole. These little notes said something like, "give me
your cock. i want to make you cum." I had printed a few of these, just in
case. I gathered up a few rubber gloves, because with all the risks these
days a playmate can't be too careful with someone he doesn't know. I
stuffed my lube down into my shorts. With what I was thinking and feeling,
the 4oz tube was about the same size as my rapidly stiffening cock. At
full size, my 7 inch by nearly 2 inch thick cock would easily outsize it. I
knew I didn't want to drive around fully erect, it would feel a bit awkward
walking into a store like that. I got in my car and set out to find that
bookstore I had known of to see what fun I could stir up.
Driving in my car along the way, thoughts of what may cum filled my
head. This was not my first step into the gay world at all, but it was my
first that I would actually participate in. I had been to Folsom Street
fair before, though only once. I was a part of a local community that
crossed with the gay community, so I was more than familiar with gay and
lesbian people. But this would be the first time I actually sought out
actual contact, longed for the contact, wondered how nice it would feel to
have my cock fondled by someone else and how interesting I would find it to
stroke a strangers cock, and see him cum all over my gloved hand.
Would I find someone to play with me? Would they read the note and
happily surrender their cock to my waiting hand? Would they leave the
booth after reading it? Could they read it? (There are a lot of
non-English speakers in Redwood City.) Would they turn me in to the
management, being upset, and kick me out, or worse, arrest me for doing
something illegal? Was it illegal?
At the time, I didn't know if it was illegal. It still amazes me how
pleasing yourself or others can be illegal in any way. I understand the
health reasons. I understand the safety reasons (STDs, etc.). But to say
pleasure with consenting adult strangers is outright illegal in a
semi-private place? That I don't think I'll ever understand.
With quivering breath and hands I found it difficult to drive. I didn't
remember exactly where the store was, so I exited the freeway when I knew
it would be too early. I found the main street in the area, El Camino,
where I knew the store was located and continued driving the direction I
thought it was.
Some parts of the area had changed so much since I was last passing
through here. Some parts I remembered exactly where they were; fast food
restaurants, the school I knew the adult bookstore was near, but some parts
were totally unfamiliar. Small strip malls had been completely built where
there were other buildings I remembered. I don't remember what those
buildings were, but I knew it wasn't this new strip mall with all these up
and coming trendy stores.
I was beginning to give up hope. My nerves were starting to calm, I was
no longer worried about shaking so much my hands would shake the steering
wheel into a car in another lane. My cock had started to go limp again,
and my mind was wandering more with the music on my radio, than it had been
with fantasies of cocks filling my hands or mouth.
"It's been nearly forty-five minutes just to get this far," I thought to
myself. "I'll give it just a few more bocks and then I'll give up and try
and find another adult shop in a phone book at home," I said to myself with
a heavy sigh.
That's when I spotted it, but it wasn't the same shop. This shop wasn't
in the middle of a small strip mall, like I remember the shop being. This
shop was on it's own little corner area, with it's own surrounding parking
lot. "Well," I thought to myself, "it may be the strip mall was removed
and this shop is the shop, and it's all that remains." I pulled into the
shopping area just past the store, I had missed its driveway, and pulled
around back to where the store was.
My nervousness rapidly came back. I could barely hold my hands steady
enough to park. I pulled in backwards, so I could get away quickly after
the experience. I wouldn't know how to handle a satisfied, or worse, an
upset, 'customer' as it were face to face. With shaking hands, I placed my
glasses on the dashboard. "Minimal stuff, I don't need this extra stuff if
I'm going to jerk someone and myself off," I told myself, as I placed my
cell phone in the glove compartment. I took a 10 from my wallet, about the
most I can ever afford to carry around with me, grabbed my notes, and
placed my wallet in the glove compartment with the cell phone locking them
both up tight.
I sat there, quivering, cock swelling and dropping all at once. With
heavy breaths I asked myself, "Is this really what you want? Is this what
I'm looking for?" I looked at the ten-dollar bill in my hand, looked at my
little 'give me your cock' notes and answered myself, "All or nothing. You
knew you wouldn't do it without the notes. You have the time, you have the
cash, you have the lube, and you have the glove. All your missing is the
cock." I drew a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, "It's an experiment.
Good or bad, try to have, and try to give, a good time. If you can do
that, the experiment won't fail and it will always be something to look
back on as a good experience." With a deep breath as my answer to myself,
reassuring myself, I stepped out of the car and pocketed the cash and
notes, closing the door behind me and placing my keys deep in a pocket so
they would be silent.
I walked into the little shop. It was tiny. This was definitely not
the adult shop I remembered from my youth. But, it seemed like a different
location, maybe it's simply changed. Maybe it's just been moved.
The attendant greeted me warmly. I saw the sign that showed you needed
a $3 minimum buy-in on coupons. So I asked if the machines just ran on
coupons, or if regular cash was ok. The attendant responded that regular
cash worked ok too, but I had to buy at least $3 in coupons. I decided to
go ahead and split it, and took $5 in coupons and the rest in regular ones.
My heart was pounding. It felt like it was going to beat it's way out
of my light gray tank top. I felt as if the attendant and the one or two
shop customers browsing the toys could somehow see right through my tank
top, right through my shorts, right through my underwear, to see my shaven
semi-erect cock. The thought of it excited me and made me nervous, as did
this whole adventure. But, with the exchange of the money, the deed was
done. I was on my way to wonderland.
I passed behind the counter, to the always darker, back booth area.
They were especially dark, having only one bank of video booths along one
wall, and only a few lights in the hallway. My lucky number has always
been 7, I guess it is for a lot of people, and there were 7 booths, with a
fire exit beyond that, the light peeked in through the bottom and the sound
of rushing traffic outside was audible. The moaning that was coming from
booth 6 or 7 was partly drowning the traffic out. Though, I couldn't tell
which booth it was. I waited outside their doors, pretending to be waiting
for booth 7. The excuses of what to say ran through my head should I be
challenged by the attendant for 'loitering.' But I wasn't too worried, as
he was on the other side of the video booth wall. He would have to exit
his area and come around the booth side in order to see me, a complete 360
degree trip.
It was then, after a few minutes of listening to the moaning, thinking
that could be me and my stranger friend in few moments, that I noticed it.
There was a video camera watching the small hallway at the opposite end of
the hall from where I was standing. Well, that makes sense, you would want
a video camera to watch the hall, and watch the fire door. "Well, shit," I
thought to myself, "I'm going to have to move. I can't loiter here too
long, or the chances are he will come back and say something and I don't
want to be kicked out and have to surrender another $3 to get back in."
Looking around, I noticed that one booth was running, with the door open
just a touch. I casually passed by, appearing to inspect the booths for
cleanliness. To my surprise, the booth was actually empty. I dove in and
locked the door behind me. My nerves were unsettled, but my cock was sure
of itself, it wanted attention. I grew harder and unzipped my pants and
gave my cock a little of what it wanted to calm myself down. I stuffed my
hand down my underwear, and slowly folded my hand open and closed, which
gently rubbed the tip and upper section of the shaft. I turned down the
booth sound to the point where I could just barely hear it, anything less
and my nerves would win, I'd loose my hard on, and I'd be driving myself
home.
When I was younger, I was quite the peeping tom. Very early in life, as
early as I could climb out my window without being detected, I had started
sneaking out into the night in hopes of catching neighbors and seeing them
undressed, or more. Through these formative years I learned a great deal
about light, shadow and attention. I didn't have to focus much on the two
in the booths, as their moans gave away the fact that they were occupied.
But when they quieted down, I would look to the bottom of my booth, to see
if the light reflections changed in any way. Such a change would indicate
one of them had left, their steps momentarily blocking the light from the
outside, and I would shortly thereafter see their shoes pass by, confirming
someone was leaving.
A minute flew by, then two, then 10, then maybe more, I had no watch so
I couldn't tell, but it felt like an eternity. My cock was at the point
where it needed to be stroked to climax, or... or what... it was loosing
interest, I was loosing interest. I was alone. Sure, I had different porn
that normal playing in front of me, but alone nonetheless, the same thing
that's happened countless nights and days at home. Apparently, this video
booth was broken, it either wasn't going to stop, or someone had fed the
machine far too much money. This booth, with no holes, was a dead end. I
had to leave the booth. Pulling my hand out from my underwear, zipping up
my pants, I left the booth the way I found it, like me, playing with
itself, alone.
I decided to investigate the other booths. 1 and 2 had no holes, but
signs there had been holes covered up. Well, was that recently, was it
long ago, I couldn't tell. 3 I had already known, intimately. Moving on
to 4 and 5, more of the same, the walls showed signs of boarding up of the
holes. Sadly, 6 and 7 were still occupied, but at much quieter tones. It
sounded like one of them, maybe both, were nearing time to leave. So I
decided to wait. But not long, I was getting tired, it was getting harder
to keep my interest and cock elevated. I was beginning to think the
fantasy would stay just a fantasy.
But just then, he walked in. Young like me, thin, not striking, not
really attractive, but good looking. He seemed to be pretty similar to me.
He smiled at me, kind of nodded my way and kind of the booths way and
asked, "You waiting?" And I said, "Yeah," shyly blushing at him, then
quickly looking at the ground not knowing what to say if he said more.
I wasn't ready for a whole person. I wasn't ready to know his name, or
anything about him. I was interested in his cock, and nothing more. To
feel that hot meat in my hand or mouth. To watch him cum and hear him moan
with pleasure. Would he make a huge mess? Would he spray far? Would he
dribble out? Would it be a bright sticky white just like mine? How long
could I think about his cock and stand here? I decided again, just a few
more minutes.
Then it happened, one of the guys left my booth, # 7, I entered. As I
thought, this hole was still here. What was the guy in 6 doing? Was he
leaving? Was he staying? Would he be the one I play with for my first? I
decide to peek. I couldn't see much, but yikes. Gray hair, obviously a
beer belly under his bad looking unbuttoned 'Hawaiian tourist' print shirt.
Well, what did I expect, a porn star? He obviously wasn't perfect. And I
was here for cock. I stripped off my tank top, folding it neatly on the
chair. I placed my notes, my money, my lube, my glove, my napkins (ah the
ritual of visiting booths) all upon the monitor. I stripped off my shorts
and underwear, folding them onto my shirt. I took my things off the
monitor, placing them on my shorts so I wouldn't forget them, strapped on a
glove and inserted a few coupons.
My cock was happy to see me standing there, naked accept for my shoes.
When I see my shaved cock, all smooth and ready, my pubes shaved as short
as can be, I can't help but get excited. I lay my cock along my palm,
wrapping my fingers around the bottom and side, pulling back my thumb. The
lube agreed with how delicious my cock looked with a 'fbbbbpptt', squirting
out a thin line along the shaft, going all the way up from my head to trace
along the vein to stop at my pelvis. Letting out a shaky sigh, my thumb
wrapped around and started stroking in small circles, lubing up the tip,
then slowly started working it's way down and back up the shaft, allowing
the lube placed there to leek around and squish between my fingers,
allowing my entire hand to start to slowly stroke back and forth,
effortlessly sliding along its way.
"What was that?" My neighbor was leaving. Who would come in? My hand
slowed as I was unsure if I'd have company to play, to watch, or if I would
be alone again. Someone came in. They sat down. I pulled back out of
view. My heart was racing, racing again like it was in the parking lot.
Ok, I had company, again I asked myself if this was what I wanted. I
peeked. The neighbor was thin. He had a tattoo. He had his pants down,
though I couldn't see his cock. Was this the one I had met outside? I
pulled back, wondering if I was ready. I saw his finger peek in and out of
the hole, at the time I didn't know what that meant. Was I ready? Did I
want that cock of his in my hand or mouth?
My cock rapidly answered by swelling to my full 7" long and 2" thick,
without my lubed hand touching it. My right hand, barely able to keep
control with all my shaking, took up the note, took up the lube, and showed
both to the glory hole, held by a gloved hand.
I wondered if my neighbor could read it. I left it there in view for
what felt like an eternity. I had slowly started stroking my cock with my
left hand, the shaking had gotten down to my knees now. Slowly stroking,
once, twice, three times, four times, five times. I removed the note and
took another peek.
That's when I saw it. He had his cock all the way out, he was starting
to get up. His cock slowly slid in through the hole. It was nice. It
looked smooth. I wished I trusted the world enough to stroke him without
the glove. I let go of my own cock, I had to, it was his turn. I sprayed
some lube into my gloved hand. I knew just what he'd enjoy that would get
him up to his full hardness, I could tell he was only about half way there.
In the palm of my hand I ran his cock head around in little circles, the
lube gently gliding his head around. Working the part attached to my
thumb, I could gently squeeze his head as I made little circles.
He was starting to swell. My cock demanded my attention. I moved as
close as I could without laying my cock on top of his. Oh how I wanted to
though. The thought of my cock against his was nice, it looked like it
would be just as right as everything else I'd done before. But I knew I
couldn't, I just couldn't risk it. So I drew as close as I could, slowly
starting to stroke my cock after it's brief period of being ignored while I
had admired my neighbors cock. I slowly started to stroke his cock, my
thumb tip touching my fingers making a little ring around his shaft. Each
stroke down his shaft was matched by a stroke down my shaft. As he swelled
to full, he filled my hand nicely. He wasn't as thick as me, but then I
hear I'm quite a bit above average. The lube allowed my gloved hand to
work his shaft effortlessly.
I could feel his veins through the glove, something I had always taken
for granted with myself. The head ridge, the veins, all the little
wrinkles that were so familiar to me, I found so interesting to feel on
him.
I could barely hear him at all, I couldn't tell if the sound was coming
from his video or his own voice. I know I was starting to make some noise.
I was literally weak in the knees, glancing to my cock then glancing to his
cock. He felt so much harder than my own cock. But I knew that was just
because I was feeling someone else's meat, and not feeling my own meat I
was so familiar with. How different it is to feel someone else's cock and
only feel them. It was very unlike what my left hand was feeling stroking
my own cock, where both my hand and my cock are giving off sensations.
I could feel his heat emanating from his cock. I could feel his
swelling as he pulsed slightly harder or slightly softer, working my hand
up and down along his shaft, speeding up slightly when he felt more solid,
slowing down and teasing in circles around his head when he felt softer.
Each stroke of his shaft was a shaky breath of my own, and an aching
cock that got harder and harder with each stroke. I love to tease. I love
to go slowly. But I was too excited. I wanted more. I needed more. I
wanted to see his cock spray and hear him scream with pleasure. I wanted
to see my cum spray all over his cock.
Stroking, stroking, stroking, watching his cock glisten as the video
light danced off of his shaft. Looking down at my own cock, thinking to
myself, "That's another guy's cock in my hand. Look at that, cock, right
next to you is another guy's cock. You look similar and you look
different." I could feel his heat building, I could almost feel it on my
cock. Stroking more and more, stroking, stroking. I couldn't handle it
anymore. My knees were shaking so bad I was almost falling down. Leaning
a little against the wall between us for support, I started stroking to
keep up with the shaking of my knees. Stroking, myself faster and faster,
stroking him as fast as I dare, I didn't want to hurt him. Stroking
faster, faster, my knees shaking, I could barely stand, stroking faster and
faster.
"Unnnnnggg unnnnnnggg uuh uuuh uuuh." I cried out as I came. I know for
sure he heard me. I didn't cum all over him, as I wanted, but all over the
wall and floor next to him. In those brief last seconds, although I know
I'm negative, I didn't want my friend to have to worry about catching
anything. Although I did doubt he would be able to tell the difference
between more lube and my cum.
My cum was dripping from my cock, I squeezed it out more and more with
each stroke. My legs had calmed, my knees more stable, I could stand quite
a bit easier now that I'd shot my load everywhere. But, what about my
friend? Surely he could have felt my hand slow in stroking, but I hadn't
stopped. I was still stroking his hot hard glistening cock, up and down up
and down, faster and faster. Fiddling with my cock, wondering if I would
get hard again, I kept stroking him, and kept stroking me. I wanted him to
feel as good as I had felt. My breathing had gotten back to almost normal
again, my legs had stopped shaking, my cock hadn't recovered to more than
half hard, I'd cum so hard I thought my heart would burst, as my cock did.
My friend finally started to wiggle. I wondered, "Is this it? Will I
finally get to see and feel another guy cum? Will I be able to feel him
throbbing in my hand just before, as I can with my own cock?" But
apparently, it was not to be. I would not have my answers. "Wait, where
are you going?" I said to myself as he slowly pulled out. "Did he cum?" I
inspected the floor and my gloved hand and saw nothing.
Was that it? Was he done? Was his money out? Had he cum? I didn't
hear a peep from his side that I could distinguish as his voice, opposed to
the video soundtrack. I waited for a few more strokes, my cock had rapidly
lost what half hardness I had in all the confusion. "I guess that was it."
I answered myself somewhat disappointedly.
I pulled off the spent glove, tossing it to the ground. I wiped my cum
and lube off of my own hand, and wiped my cock clean, leaving the paper
towels to be kept in place when I put on my underwear, just in case I'd
missed anything. Pulling on my underwear, shorts, and pulling my tank top
over my head. Then I saw it. He was slowly putting his half hard cock
back through the hole.
But it was too late. The fantasy was had and gone. Dreams of him
screaming with ecstasy along with me were shattered. Thoughts of cumming
all over his cock and seeing my juices flow along his shaft had been
chickened out on. Thoughts of seeing his cum all over my safely gloved
hand while he sprayed all over the wall were dashed with his withdrawal.
This adventure had come to a close. I left the booth watching his cock
waiting for more in the hole. My dreams and fantasies would have to be
lived out again, on another day. This day had ended. He withdrew for the
climax. My cock lay drained and satisfied in my shorts.
I left the store wondering. Would I ever see a booth playmate climax
like I had fantasized about that day?
This adventure had confirmed my thoughts. I like cock. I like the feel
of it in my hands and how I have the ability to bring that much pleasure to
someone, and how that pleasure is in my control.
It gave me the same rush I get from all the girls I'd been with. I left
that day wondering. Would there be other things I'd done with girls that I
enjoyed that I could do and enjoy with boys?
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Young Adventures in Gay Exploration
By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03)
Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay
world!
These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit
material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such
material it is your obligation to not take part in it.
I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help
support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any
donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would
be greatly helpful.
Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me
cumming so I can help you cum!
My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your
imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty,
sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in
your own fantasies or other activities.
Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like.
(I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them.
Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking
responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex
steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the
responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and
regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to
adult material.
There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters,
as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it
easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story.
A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to
include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more
adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.)
Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;)
~erotic alex steel
Chapter 1: Finding glory
Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green
Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy?
Chapter 4: Blowing my mind
Chapter 5: ???
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Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green
With my general curiosity about my attraction to the male form somewhat
satisfied by my confirmation that I can enjoy cock (Chapter 1), I wondered
what it would be like to be penetrated.
I first slept naked when I was 10 and started masturbating shortly
after. Through many many many years of playing with myself I've
experimented with a great many things. But, experimenting with my ass was
an uncommon occurrence until recently.
My fingers felt nice. I'd never had anyone else's parts in me though. I
was wondering, what would a cock in my ass feel like? Again my fantasies
of cock led me back to my fantasy of having my mouth and ass filled at
once. Again my fantasy driven imagination wondered what it would feel like
to have cum loads squishing around in my throat as it was shot into my ass
at the same time, overfilling me to leek down the sides of my cheeks. Both
my face cheeks and my ass cheeks.
But so far, this is just a fantasy.
I've learned that fantasies don't always cum true like I see them in my
head. And I've learned that once I start exploring with a fantasy, I don't
always really want what I've been fantasizing about.
I needed to learn more.
My roommates had always told me I was free to use any of their toys that
I wanted. So one day, I decided to take an inventory of just what all
those toys included.
There were lots and lots of bondage equipment. Well, while that's all
nice and good, I'd done that. And as you may or may not know, I've been
single for several years. Some toys, in fact most toys, really aren't any
good without a playmate to use them on, or have them used on you.
But there were a few I'd taken note of and on a few days in particular I
decided to borrow them and have some adventures.
The first and favorite of my roommates' toys I call Mister Green. This
toy is a no-longer functioning vibrating dildo. It is, sort of, I guess
you could call it, turquoise in color. But mostly it's green. It's about
6" long to it's 'balls' that are it's base. I haven't measured, but it's
probably about 1.5" thick at the thickest tapering down to about 1" thick
at the 'balls' base, where it gets wider again. Not quite as big as me,
but from what I hear, this is about the average size. I call this cock,
Mister Green.
Since I knew this could be dirty business, I arranged for my meeting
with Mister Green to be a shower meeting. This shower meeting was to take
place on a Friday, a day that I don't take classes, usually reserving the
time to do any school work, research, or reading I need to do.
With my roommates both being at work, my meeting with Mister Green
started in my bedroom. I was stripped completely naked, how else do you
take a shower? Sadly there are no mirrors that exist in the house for me
to look at my 5'10", ~175 lb, nearly completely hairless naked self while I
met with Mister Green. As all considerate playmates do, I cleaned my
naughty areas for Mister Green before we met.
I am still fairly flexible from my youth when I could stuff my hot horny
cock into my mouth when I could pound in and out of my hungry wet mouth. I
could deep throat myself enough to bounce my balls against my nose,
thrusting in and out until cum overflowed my hungry hole, spilling out down
my throat and flowing out along my cheeks.
With what flexibility I still have, I would still be able to bend around
enough to watch Mister Green play with my eager back door. I lay back on
my bed and folded myself over, hooking my knees behind my elbows, so I
could see my ass by leaning my head forward. Mister Green was waiting on
the bed next to me while I readied myself with my lube.
I opened up the top of the lube and slowly dripped some out into the
center of my asshole. It was cold, but warmed quickly. It almost felt as
if it was saliva, which set my heart beating faster. My cheeks next to my
hole had recently been shaved short for my meeting with Mr. Green. I took
the tip of my middle finger and slowly worked it around my bright pink
entrance. When the lube had thinned to a nice, smooth, even coating, I
said hello to Mister Green.
I picked him up in my hand and spread some more lube on his tip, letting
a few lines trickle down his sides. I grasped him firmly in one hand and
twisted him in circles around his shaft to be sure the lube was evenly
spread.
After my firm handshake that greeted Mr. Green, I poised him above my
eagerly awaiting hole. To be sure there would be no resistance on my part,
I put a few more drops on my awaiting entrance.
Mr. Green started by teasing my entrance, just running his head around
my bright pink entrance. Reassuring me that I was ready enough for him he
easily sipped just his head inside. Although his entry was easy, it was
unfamiliar. There was pain, sucking in of breath, and tingles of pleasure
that ran like electricity across my whole body. Mr. Green sensed my
discomfort and backed out, running a few more slow circles while my muscle
let the feelings of pain subside somewhat, while trying to encourage the
electric feelings. When I was ready again, Mr. Green gently plunged just
his head in again. This time there was less pain.
Mr. Green knew just what to do, he thrust just the tip in and then out,
once, twice, three times, then he knew I wanted and was ready for more. He
plunged deeper, this time to his thickest point. I could feel the
difference between where my entry muscle was griping him and where my open
canal was behind that. His penetrating my muscle made me dizzy, but his
just barely touching the canal behind felt like it filled a longing I never
knew I had.
Mr. Green knew just what to do, backing all the way out he thrust
forward with one smooth stroke, firmly, but gently. With no hesitation he
had penetrated nearly to the end of his shaft, nearly as deep as he could
go.
A strange warmth began to overcome my whole body, seeming to emanate
just from my ass where he was penetrating me. This wasn't the normal
warmth I got when masturbating, although my cock was rock solid and asking
for it. This was a strange kind of warmth I had only known before when I
felt loved and cared for by someone and they gave me a long hug. I liked
this kind of new warmth.
Mr. Green knew just what to do, he knew I would be really ready this
time. But just to be sure, he asked that I put a few more drops of lube
near his head when he pulled almost the way back out, leaving only his cock
head inside. When he pulled slowly all the way out, I let out a deep
quivering breath. He was right. I knew I'd be ready. I put a few drops
around my happy hole when he was almost all the way withdrawn. If I wasn't
sure in my heart, I could see I was ready in my muscle. My hole was
happily awaiting his return. I didn't constrict all the way back around
him. I stayed open just a little tiny bit awaiting his thrust to cum. My
opening did a slight repeated twitch, almost as if they were lips kissing
Mr. Green's head. I let a few drops of lube fall on each side of him,
feeling a little trickle down within me, I clinched tighter and almost
pushed Mr. Green away from me.
Mr. Green was angry with that. He wouldn't let me get away with it.
He thrust himself all the way back in mercilessly, and he didn't stop. He
started working in and out, in and out, quickly this time. I could feel
him pulling me apart wide when he was near his tip, relaxing and filling me
when he was almost all the way out, and feeling that slight pain and new
warmth come over me as he passed his wide point. He thrust in and out in
and out, deeper each time till his balls were finally being pushed against
my hole.
After a few thrusts he could easily reach all the way in till his balls
stopped him from going further, despite their pushing against the entrance.
He asked, 'do you like that?' as he stopped at his full depth, his balls
against my entrance. 'yeeeeeessss,' I gasped as he found some secret spot
I didn't know I had. My new warmth and dizziness was now accompanied by a
strange pushing feeling at the tip of his cock. I guess it could be
explained as sort of a male G-spot. As he pushed against that spot for
those brief moments, I could feel a hot wave wash over my entire body.
'Ttthhhhhank you Mr. Green,' I said in a quivering voice. 'Ttthhhisss
must be how girlsssss feel when I thrussssst my full 7" into them.
Ppppllleasse,' I barely stammered out as I quivered with the waves of
passion, my hole hugging Mr. Green tightly, 'give me mooorrreee.'
Mr. Green was happy to oblige, he thrust in and out, in and out. I
lost track of how fast or slow he was going. His speed was really
unimportant, it was the waves of new warmth, and this strange pleasure that
washed over my whole being in waves that I was enjoying. Thrusting in and
out, in and out. He said, 'you like that don't you!' 'yeeeesssss,' I
stammered again, 'but I want to cummmmm.'
My stiff cock had been beating against my stomach with each of Mr.
Green's thrusts for a while now, since I was half bent over so I could
watch Mr. Green penetrate me. Although that hadn't mattered for quite
some time. Since my discovery of the new warmth and the pleasure that
washed over me, I had let my head rest by laying it flat on my bed in order
to enjoy the feelings Mr. Green was giving me.
'You want to cum, eh?' he asked. 'Lets go to the shower then.' With
that he planted himself as deep as he could go with a firm thrust. With
quivering legs I closed my cheeks as tightly around him as I could and
walked on wobbling legs that could barely carry me to the waiting shower.
When we got there he said, 'squat down, I want some more.' I did so and
started to bounce up and down. Being held still by the floor, he could
thrust in and out as I squatted up and down. With one hand holding him by
his base to be sure he didn't slip all the way out on one of his longer
strokes, I took some of his lube off of his base and got my other hand
slick.
Bouncing up and down on Mr. Green, I could bounce my hand along my cock
to match. Thrusting Mr. Green in and out slowly, I felt the dizziness and
new warmth wash over me again. Occasionally pausing as he was all the way
in, I would jerk off my hard cock with my other hand as those tingly
electrical waves passed through me. As he went all the way in, my hand
matched by pushing all the way to my cock's base. I couldn't believe how
the way he made me feel was enough to excite me. My cock had the ache of
being fully erect, as if it had been so hard for so long it couldn't stay
that way any longer. But I was actually somewhat soft as I stroked up and
down. Mr. Green satisfied me in ways I had never known.
Mr. Green slipped in and out easily now, there was no more pain, only
welcome pleasure. My hand tried to keep up with each of his strokes. In
and out in and out, slipping all the way, so dizzy, so warm, such a
comforted feeling.
I came. As with my cock's hardness, my cumming was different too. I
pulsed a lot, spilling all over my hand, spilling so much extra cum it
quickly leaked down on the outside of my hand, leaked between my fingers,
met at the base, ticked it's way down past my balls, down that little part
between my balls and my ass, to trickle down Mister Green and tickle his
balls on the cum's way to the floor of the shower.
Mister Green slowly eased out as the pleasure still washed over me. The
pain seemed to return after I had cum, maybe it was always there and my
endorphins were just wearing off.
But one thing was for sure, I had a great meeting with Mister Green. He
had shown me new places I didn't know existed. He had made me cum all over
my hand, all over myself, and all over him, which the shower after our
meeting cleaned up.
My adventure with Mister Green had taught me, one day, I would like to
feel someone bigger back there. One day, I would like my ass to feel what
it's like to have something as hot as me pushing in and out of it. One
day, I would like to be fucked in the ass by a Mister that I don't have to
manipulate myself.
And maybe, just maybe, I'd like to have both holes filled at once.
But, discovering if my mouth enjoys cock as much as my ass did, would be
another adventure I'd just have to take.
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Young Adventures in Gay Exploration
By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03)
Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay
world!
These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit
material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such
material it is your obligation to not take part in it.
I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help
support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any
donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would
be greatly helpful.
Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me
cumming so I can help you cum!
My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your
imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty,
sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in
your own fantasies or other activities.
Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like.
(I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them.
Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking
responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex
steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the
responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and
regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to
adult material.
There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters,
as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it
easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story.
A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to
include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more
adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.)
Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;)
~erotic alex steel
Chapter 1: Finding glory
Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green
Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy?
Chapter 4: Blowing my mind
Chapter 5: ???
- - - - - -
Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy?
I had a wonderful first adventure with a glory hole that I will never
forget (Chapter 1), but I just wasn't able to financially support my
adventures at that location. As a full time student living on financial
aid, I have to keep my costs at a minimum and my time for studying at a
maximum. The half hour to 45-minute trip and a quarter of one-week worth
of gas, that the trip cost each direction was too much for me to continue
on any kind of regular basis.
Despite my having several fun adventures with Mister Green (Chapter 2),
my hunger for exploration and genuine contact was increasing. I was
beginning to gain confidence and began to question if I wanted a more
"personal" encounter.
As with my first adventure, I later came to be very thankful for the
experiences to follow these urges and desires. I hope you enjoy reading
about my adventures as much as I enjoyed having them. ;)
I now knew I loved to play with cock. That was obvious when I had fun
on my first adventure out. And I thank the gods every time I have another
good adventure. The question was now, how can I have more adventures that
would be closer to home? Something I could get to more quickly and
hopefully at a lower cost. A $3 entry fee, with the possibility of no one
even being in the booths, is a bit high of a cost to pay. At least, that's
what I think.
So, where to roam? What new playground can I find? At first, all I
could turn to was the phonebook and prior knowledge of my area. I tried an
adult video store about 15 minutes south of where I lived. No luck there,
not a single glory hole or signs that there ever were any.
As I write this chapter, I've forgotten how I came across it, but I
found a web page that was a free place for people to post. This site has
classifieds, so I decided to take a look around at their 'men for men'
section. Someone notified me of something I'd never heard of before,
"buddy booths."
For those who don't know what 'buddy booths' are, they are 2 adjoining
video booths with a 'glass' between them. This 'glass' varies in material.
Sometimes it is actual glass, which clears very well, and sometimes it is a
plastic that doesn't clear so well. When the booths have no money, this
'glass' is 'fogged' so you can't see through it. However, when both booths
have money and both parties agree by pushing a 'clear window' button, the
window between the booths will clear, and you can watch your playmate in
the next booth.
The idea of this seemed a pretty big turn-on to me. Someone could watch
me masturbate myself, as dirty or nice as I liked, and I could watch him
doing the same. I was saddened by the thought that there would be no
contact, but I wasn't ready for a lot of contact. So these buddy booths
sounded like they would give me freedom to show off however I like, while
giving me the security that I wouldn't have to worry about catching
anything from my playmate, std, common cold, or otherwise.
I decided I was going to put on quite the show for whoever was my
playmate. The reality of the 'buddy booths' didn't quite live up to my
fantasy. I learned a few things pretty quickly when I started visiting the
booths.
On the fun side, I learned I really enjoy showing off to an appreciative
party. I mean really enjoy it. If I were a girl, I'd probably see if I
could get into some kind of part time stripping job. Why don't I you ask?
Well, in a boy's body I just lack the confidence. I'm fairly uncoordinated
with dancing and, well, read on and maybe you will understand.
The reason I really enjoyed showing off is the reaction in my playmate.
I have always been more able to tell what people are thinking or feeling by
looking at them. The little smile, the way their eyes move, their
breathing patterns, the way they move, the slight relaxation in their body.
I've always had a pretty easy time at picking up the body language of when
someone was comfortable and enjoying things.
When I would visit the booths, I would always take my time before
putting in my money and clearing the window. I would take off my shirt,
pants, and underwear, placing them neatly on the chair. I would set out my
lube and money on top of them. This would leave a clear view for my
playmate to see my naked body. (Naked save for my shoes and socks that
would not be seen.)
After stripping naked, my shaved head, nearly bare chest, shaved pubes,
smooth shaven cock and balls, would all be easily viewable by my playmate
in the next booth. I can't tell you in words appropriately how much of a
thrill it is to see people react to seeing you. But I will, of course,
try. ;)
There was one particularly thrilling booth adventure I had. And this is
the one I will tell.
I had gone to the booths after thinking about visiting all day.
Although my days of being embarrassed at school for having a 'boner' were
long gone, I certainly wasn't announcing to my classes the times I got hard
thinking about what I'd be doing later that day.
By the time I finished the short 10-minute drive to the booths from my
home, my cock was already fairly hard, trying to bust through my underwear
and pants. I tried to calm myself down by moving slowly after I got in the
booth and locked the door behind me. I stripped off my shirt slowly,
looking at my nearly bare chest, slowly caressing my pecks, slowly
caressing my tummy, again promising myself some day I'd get rid of this
extra 15 or so pounds, getting down to 160 again (at 5'10" tall) and get it
to a nice tight 6 pack.
The thought of how the lube will make my chest glisten made my cock
desire immediate release. I took off my shoes and gave my cock what it
wanted. I let out my now fully erect cock, stripping off my pants and
underwear as quick as I could. I gave my full 7" x2" thick cock a slow few
strokes with quivering breath before getting ready for my show. I placed
my folded pants on the chair after putting my shoes back on.
The thought of stomping around in spent cum is nice, I just didn't trust
the world enough to do that. I do sometimes have bukkake fantasies,
thoughts of dozens of guys drowning me in hot fresh cum while they watch my
naked body... *sigh*... cold and on the floor, well that's a different
story.
Tossing my shirt over the back of the chair, I was nearly ready. Taking
the lube and money out of my pants pocket, setting them on top of the
pants, my naked body fully in view, my raging hard-on already waiting, I
was ready.
I put a dollar in the machine and pushed the 'clear window' button. I
had heard a playmate come in and put in his money while I was undressing.
At this point I hadn't really looked at my playmate, I was eager to start
my show for him. I grabbed up my lube in one hand, placing my cock in the
other. I took a quick peek up to see what he looked like, and smiled.
He was young, as young as me, which is rare in the booths. He had on a
backwards baseball cap and a somewhat rumpled jacket. But I could tell by
the tight shirt underneath it, he was muscled underneath his close. He had
on baggy pants, but it wasn't the light blue color I was interested in. It
wasn't their style I was interested in. It was his cock underneath, that
cock he was already stroking through his pants with his forearm, that's
what I wanted to see. Let me see your hot hard cock. I glanced back up to
see that his face was clean-shaven, and caught a glimpse of the biggest
smile I've ever seen on a guy. It was obvious by his eyes he was looking
at me and enjoying what he saw.
I blushed, shyly looking away down to my hard cock, and poured a
generously thick line of lube from the base of my cock all the way down
onto the tip. I knew I'd need a lot. I was definitely going to enjoy this
show. Maybe I even poured a little too much, as it started to trickle
around the tip and fall back to slip between my fingers. Closing the lube
and tossing it onto my pants, I moved my arm out of view's way and leaned
back flat against the wall behind me so my playmate could enjoy seeing me
fully.
There I was for him, naked, body standing erect against the cold plywood
wall, cock erect and glistening with my hand now slowly working the lube
around. I was reminded of when I was younger. When I would sneak around
and try to peek at neighbors. My body was warm, rapidly approaching hot
thanks to my playmate's very obvious appreciation, and the coolness of the
air and the wood behind me served to ground me back in reality. This was
no fantasy. This was no porn I was watching. This was a real boy, one who
obviously very much enjoyed seeing me. One who was getting up and slowly
taking off his jacket as he watched me there, naked, slowly stroking my
cock up and down, slowly fondling my left side with my free hand. Slowly
putting on the show I wish I could have given the neighbors. That show
that I still feel the excitement of being caught for putting on. But this
playmate had caught me. In fact, he was enjoying every second of it.
I glanced down at my cock and saw how beautiful it is, how beautiful I
am, by the light of the video. The light that danced off my cock like one
of those disco balls. He still had that amazing grin, never taking his
eyes off my body and my cock for a single second as he finished taking off
his coat and was now starting to take off his pants.
I thought to myself, this must be what it feels like to be a 'giddy
schoolgirl.' His eyes looking me up and down caused my heart to race. It
made me feel self-conscious, and the self-doubt would come back now and
then. But I wonder if he could tell, because his eyes seemed to answer my
doubts, telling me I had nothing to worry about. His eyes and smile seemed
to whisper to me on hot breath that tickled my ear, that I was beautiful,
handsome, and hot, an incredible sexual object with a big delicious cock he
wanted to do things to.
When he had taken his pants and underwear off, it was obvious he was no
slouch. He was built just the way I like them, just a little bit of muscle
and definition, but not too much. He quickly took off his shirt and was
just as naked as I. He was smooth as a newborn baby. I don't know if he
shaved all his hair, or if it was just very short and I couldn't see it by
the light of the video screen. But from what I saw, he was smooth enough
to lick all the way up from his toes to his nose and you wouldn't bump into
a single hair. His fully erect cock was as smooth, soft, and inviting
looking as mine.
He settled back down into his chair, while I still lay flat against the
wall. Trying to stand was becoming more difficult with all the weakening
in my knees under his gaze. But just as much as that gaze and smile were
weakening my knees, they were stiffening my cock, causing my heat to start
to flow off of me in waves. And it was feeding my need to cum.
He looked so satisfied there, leaning back in his chair, slowly stroking
his cock for me to see and enjoy. My smile must have gotten as big as his
because his got even bigger. There have only been a few times in my life
when I thought someone smiled 'from ear to ear' and this was one. Although
I know he was already really enjoying my show, lapping up every luscious
drop, I wanted to give him more. I picked back up the tube of lube and
dripped some out along my chest and even more along my already lube soaked
cock.
I moved off the wall to get closer to the window and started rocking
back and forth with each stroke, my cock had to have more involvement. I
started to slowly caress the lube over my chest and nipples, making my
chest just as shiny as my cock.
I could tell he enjoyed that. His position in the chair relaxed, maybe
even due to my making his knees weak, they were shaking a little as he
watched me. His smile softened as his eyes focused a little more on just
my cock and my chest, his stroking speeding up in pace.
We stayed just like that. Him sitting/laying in his chair stroking his
cock. Me as close to the window as I could get, stroking my cock soaked in
lube, squishing with every stroke, as my ass and knees rocked back and
forth with each stroke.
Despite how quivery my knees were, despite how quick my breathing pace
was, this was a rare and delicious looking boy. He was getting me very
excited and I didn't want to waste it. And I could tell he didn't either.
Our eyes took in as much of each other as we could, meeting and lingering
for brief moments when they met.
It was almost as if we were talking to each other. Our own secret
language of stroking. Whispering on hot breath, with a feather light brush
against the other's ear, 'Just a little faster now, just a little more
thrusting now, yes that's it, mmm, delicious.' It seemed as if we were ice
creams and we were loving every lick of each other. And when we would get
each other too excited, we would meet our eyes as if to pet the others head
gently to calm them down. It was obvious we both felt the other rare and
special and wanted to make this last as long as we could.
It must have only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.
Me there, heat flying off of me, where I could feel the cold of the booth
and the heat of my body creating a small current just along my hairs,
making them stand up as straight as my cock. My knees shaking, but my cock
using that shaking to thrust back and forth as I squished in and out of my
hand. His pushing up and down just off of his chair as he fucked his hand.
Fucking his hand faster and faster as he watched me thrust and quiver
faster and faster.
I could tell he couldn't keep control anymore and just like we had
calmed each other down with a look, I gave him a new look and a small
nuzzle motion that signaled it was ok for him to let loose. He didn't
speed up much, as I sometimes do when I get close to cumming, but I could
tell from the twitching of his near 6 pack abs that he was about to cum. I
started to let go and jerk as fast as I could to keep up with him.
He beat me, but it was ok, it was wonderful to see. He spewed all over
his hand and down one leg. But he kept going for a few more strokes, the
mess squishing around nicely in his hand. I was behind a little and his
smile was just as big as it had ever been, so despite how hot I was, I
tried to slow down some more. It was obvious he drank up every look he
could get of me and I loved the attention and how it very obviously made
him feel.
Eventually I couldn't hold back either. I was shaking so hard I thought
I was going to fall. Jerking and jerking for him, looking at him watching
me with his big smile. Watching his satisfied cock relax obviously very
satisfied in his cum soaked hand. I let loose all over the window. One,
two, three, four, even five and six spurts onto the glass. When I'm alone
I normally only spurt about four times, but not when I'm excited. And this
day I was very excited. They hit hard and dripped slowly down the window
between us. I stroked my cock slowly a few more times, to be sure every
drop of cum had been drained out of me for him to see.
We sat there for a minute. Just looking at each other, both with grins
that would be obvious to anyone who knew what sex was that we had both been
fully satisfied. Looking at the others satisfied cock, looking at our
playmates naked body, looking into each other's eyes and smiling. After a
minute he started to get up and his booth shut the window down, blocking
our view of one another.
I could hear him getting dressed, but I had a tougher time. I sank onto
the window as my knees buckled under me. It wasn't just the excitement,
but also the sheer happiness at cumming so hard. They were tired. I took
a few deep breaths to try and calm myself back down, hoping oxygen would
help sturdy them up. I heard him leave the booth by the time I had settled
myself enough to wipe up and get my pants on. I thought to myself, 'oh
well, a delicious and extremely memorable adventure I will never forget.' I
took a little time getting my shirt back on and putting my things away in
my pants.
I got out of the booth and to my surprise there was my playmate, waiting
in the small hallway. I must have flushed a bright red when I passed by
him, still wearing his huge and satisfied smile. He moved a little closer
as I passed and gave me a pat / hug as I walked by, nodding my way.
I was so complimented, so appreciated, so immediately horny thinking how
satisfied I'd made him, and yet felt so embarrassed that I could do all
that I didn't know if I could have stopped had he done more than his half
hug and nod. But, just like when we were seeming to talk to each other
without words when we were naked in the booths, we both seemed to
understand the boundary of the glass between us and to not cross that
boundary.
Sometimes I wish there had been more to this adventure than just what
happened. But each adventure has taught me an important lesson about
myself, in addition to being a sexually arousing adventure in the gay world
that I will never forget.
On a sad note, what I learned from this adventure was that in order for
me to be interested in someone, really interested, I need there to be some
kind of attraction. Yes, I rapidly discovered during this adventure I have
a 'type' of guy I'm attracted to, just as I have always known what 'types'
of girls I was attracted to. I pretty much already knew this before any of
my adventures that I've written about, having watched many many porn
videos. But with the adventures in the buddy booths, I confirmed those
thoughts.
Thanks to this playmate, this adventure taught me that I love the
pleasure and happiness I give a playmate, whether that be by my touch, or
simply by my being me. I feed on attention and appreciation of my body, a
body I don't feel all that comfortable showing off normally. I feed on
attention and appreciation of what I do with my body and the skill and
attention I do it with.
When someone can see my whole body. When someone sees me as a sexual
object. When I can see their appreciation in their smile, their movement,
their swollen cock, which soon has cum spewing out from it, I feel a thrill
in my whole body. I feel a thumping in my heart. I feel my ragingly hard
cock. I feel complete and satisfied.
Most of all, I feel that I matter and that I'm important.
This story taught me that it will be difficult to find an adventure that
is all things for me. But that if I want to experience these feelings
every time, all I need is a playmates cock.
All I need from a guy, when I want these feelings, is a hot hard happy
cock. It can be mine, or it can be his. But to win every time, it's all
about the cock.
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Young Adventures in Gay Exploration
By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03)
Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay
world!
These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit
material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such
material it is your obligation to not take part in it.
I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help
support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any
donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would
be greatly helpful.
Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me
cumming so I can help you cum!
My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your
imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty,
sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in
your own fantasies or other activities.
Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like.
(I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them.
Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking
responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex
steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the
responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and
regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to
adult material.
There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters,
as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it
easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story.
A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to
include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more
adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.)
Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;)
~erotic alex steel
Chapter 1: Finding glory
Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green
Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy?
Chapter 4: Blowing my mind
Chapter 5: ???
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Chapter 4: Blowing my mind
At this point in my story, I had confirmed that I like to play with cock
(Chapter 1). I had confirmed that showing off for others is quite a thrill
(Chapter 2). In doing so I feed off of the appreciation of my skills,
ability and looks, and that I enjoy knowing what pleasure I can bring to
someone. And, I had confirmed that I would probably enjoy a hot hard cock
penetrating my ass (Chapter 3). But, I began to wonder if maybe I was
ready for some real action.
I still wasn't sure what I was looking for in boys. I knew from my
first two adventures that I wanted to leave a playmates personality out of
it. In fact, the less I know about him, the better. I'm just too picky
and don't have the connections to find someone I'd trust, and find
attractive, in order to have these adventures with without the need for
boundaries. I just wanted control over a hot hard cock that would do
whatever my bidding was at the time.
But, I began to wonder if maybe I wanted, or needed, to relinquish some
control to my playmate. I wondered if I was ready for something a little
more mutual, or something where I trust them to a point and let them do
what I'm allowing to happen without my being directly involved.
I turned back to the board I had found earlier in order to look at my
options.
When I started searching for what was to be my next adventure I wasn't
sure what I was ready for. I wasn't usually interested in the person
behind the cock. There are so few guys I find genuinely handsome, even
fewer I find attractive enough to consider doing anything naughty with. To
find the two in one person would be extremely rare. I wasn't even sure if
I really did want to be penetrated.
I know I love the fantasies. But I knew that once I gave up control of
the fantasy, I would have little control of the events that follow. I
would need someone I could trust for that, and still being single I lacked
that person.
The board people had told me about a local theater, which I may still go
to one day. An adult theater, not video booths, but an actual theater.
Supposedly this is a place where people go, and some get naked, and they
freely participate in mutual masturbation or other acts. Knowing the
reality of how many good adventures I'd had in video booths, compared to
how many times there simply was no one to watch, or the neighbors didn't do
anything for me, I decided to pass on this option. At least, until a later
time. And with their being an actual sex club about an hours drive from
me, I'd be much more likely to visit that club some evening if I decided to
go for all out naked full contact playtime with strangers.
I continued to follow this board for months, with nothing interesting
appearing. During the Xmas break, I became bolder, throwing off a lot of
the boundaries and conditions I normally hold and posted ads looking for
full contact play. Although I thought that play should be limited to oral
or mutual masturbation, as I was still very new, very shy, and very unsure
of myself when it would come to actual face to face full contact potential
sexual activities.
The Xmas break came and went, with only a few responses. Sadly, they
either weren't at all attractive looking to me, or wanted to do all kinds
of crazy unsafe activities I wasn't willing to do, or never fully gained my
trust in order to set up a meeting. After all, if I'm going to go over to
a stranger's house, I better trust them enough to be able to walk in the
door and not have to worry about being clonked over the head and abducted
for whatever reason.
Since I had enjoyed my first adventure with a glory hole (Chapter 1) I
thought I could do some further research on it and find if there were any
other holes local to me. I posted to that board I had found and some
people replied to my questions. Those replies, and a sort of glory hole
FAQ/history website I found, explained a few of the secret hand signals and
codes.
I was ready for my next adventure, be that mutual masturbation in person
at someone's house, be it my giving oral, my receiving oral, maybe some
anal, or visiting an glory hole, whatever, maybe even something new. But,
as I often believe, Fate decided it was not yet time for me to find another
adventure.
Xmas had cum and gone. Months had passed since my last visit to a video
booth. And the boards had no hopeful looking posts. My adventures were
slowing down, greatly. And the weight of being single was starting to bear
down upon me again. What was worse, was that so much time had passed while
I was looking for my next adventure, it had become spring.
With spring always comes the pretty co-eds, getting more scantily clad
by the day, wearing shorts or short skirts and bare mid-rift tops. Guys
start to wear shorts and tighter shirts, or shirts that are simply more
revealing.
And with spring follows summer. Yet another year in college was nearing
a close, and along with that, the rapidly approaching summer. The sadness
of yet another semester of being single. What was worse was the impending
following summer alone, with no chance of getting a date or even the hope
for one.
But then I found something. Finally, after about 10 months since my
first adventure had happened, and during the past 4 or 5 months I'd had no
adventures at all, I had a ray of hope. My adventures would definitely not
be cuming to an end. I had been told about a store that was about a 5-10
minute drive away from me. This store reportedly had glory holes and buddy
booths, the best of both worlds. My summer of no fun, no work and no
money, had quickly been turned around to a summer of possible adventures.
(Mind you, as I write this, that summer is now. I still have no work
and no money. While I am still very much worrying about where I will get
the money to buy food next week and pay my bills shortly thereafter, I at
least have the potential for more adventures in the gay world, should I
have the few dollars to get to this new found store. There is still
potential for new experiences that I can write about and then pass on to
you ;) )
While I didn't want to disrupt my study for finals, I was very excited
about the potential for a playground so close to home. I could barely
contain myself waiting the weeks after I'd heard the news till I could make
my first trip.
At the time of this writing, this adventure seems so long ago. I have
changed in so many ways and answered so many unanswered questions. Yet,
this adventure only happened about one month ago.
I had decided since I had about a 1-week break after my first final till
my next finals day, I would reward myself with a trip to this store after
that first final
As I was driving to the store, I couldn't remember being as excited
about an adventure since I had my first. Yet, I couldn't help but think to
myself, "Don't hope for too much. You don't know what to expect. It could
be filled with cigarette smoke (I'm allergic to most scents, smoke,
cologne, perfume, or otherwise). It could be all the holes are boarded up
and I had received old information. It could wind up that all the clients
are not at all interesting or attractive." I thought of a hundred 'what
ifs' along the way. Yet despite my negative thoughts, there still remained
hope, which my cock reflected by being semi-hard the whole drive.
I didn't know what to expect when I arrived. I found the store without
any trouble at all, thanks to the directions of the people on the board.
It was a small shop just on the border of the town just to the south to me.
I live near the freeway and the store is pretty close to the freeway exit,
so the trip only took about 10 minutes. I entered the store and asked if
they ran on coupons or cash and if there was any minimum fee. They
answered regular cash and there was no minimum fee. And, they even sell
condoms at the counter for $1 each. I thought to myself, "I knew I should
have picked up a bunch at school for a quarter each before I left." But I
had forgotten. And with as rapidly as I was getting excited and how hungry
my cock was for some attention other than my own hand, I wasn't going to
wait a week till I would be at school again.
The shop was small, but had a lot of booths. To one side of the
entrance they had about 6 booths, and behind the wall that is behind the
register they have 3 booths and about 6 booths along the wall opposite of
those booths. The shop was small, but the main area and hallways were well
lit, which made it seem much more inviting than the other shops I'd been
in. There was no bad smell, in fact, smells were lower than usual for an
adult video store. I guessed this could be due to the fact that opposite
of their front door was a back/side door that they kept open.
I was nervous after getting cash from the attendant, so I had forgotten
which booths the people that emailed me the store location told me I should
go to. I made a quick survey of the place, but was fairly nervous as there
were several people standing around. There were enough people I could feel
an anxious, hesitant, sort of sexual charge in the air around me. "Well
good," I thought to myself. "It's a good sign that in the mid afternoon,
on a week day, there are customers here waiting."
My survey of the shop revealed that all of the booths were buddy booths,
save for the 3 that were behind the register. All 3 had connecting glory
holes. Those of you who have read my previous stories can guess what
fantasy quickly ran through my head. Yes, my fantasy about having both of
my holes filled at once. I quickly dove into the center booth after
discovering they were the only booths with holes.
I was pretty nervous, both because I had not had an adventure in quite
some time, and because there were so many people I could barely walk
through the place without bumping into someone. But from what I'd learned
on my previous adventures, I was ready to play. I was here for cock. I
was ready. I had my lube. I had a condom. I had my gloves. I had my
hard hot cock. I was ready for anything.
I did not hesitate. Since all 3 were empty, I dove into the middle
booth. As I was closing the door, I noticed that someone had followed my
entry into a booth next to the one I entered. My heart started beating
like crazy. There WAS going to be cock play, no doubt about it. I ripped
off my shirt, yanked down my shorts and underwear, set up my lube, paper
towels and glove, on top of the monitor, and I couldn't get a dollar in the
machine quick enough to let others know I was a hard and ready cock (or
hole).
The booth was pretty small, there wasn't much room to move around in. I
could feel my body's warmth being reflected back to me by the door and
monitor. Not small enough to fulfill my 'all holes filled' fantasy, but
not big enough to really 'stretch out' in. Although I was nearly naked, I
wasn't cold at all. And my cock was rapidly swelling with each heartbeat,
telling me it was ready to play.
I noticed in the hole next to me a tongue telling me the same thing. He
must have been watching my nearly naked self, my cock hard and ready,
smooth and shaven, being slowly fondled by one hand, no pubes to get in his
way or caught between his teeth.
But was I ready for that? Was I ready to have someone suck my cock?
Was I ready to penetrate another guy? Playing with someone's cock is one
thing, but actually penetrating a guy... this was a new adventure. My
cock swelled and throbbed, it WAS ready, it didn't care. It knew it was a
mouth. A mouth attached to a person who wanted to give me pleasure. A
mouth that hungered and ached for my cock and beckoned to me again with
another flick of his tongue through the hole.
Yes. I was ready to have my cock sucked by a playmate.
I could barely rip the condom package open fast enough and sheathe my
cock. I thank the gods I hadn't fully reached my 7" length and 2"
thickness yet. It's somewhat hard for me to get a normal sized condom over
my cock when I'm fully hard. It pinches a little bit and I have to wait
for my cock to get a little softer before the condom will roll over my
thickest part.
But I wasn't quite at my full hardness, so the condom rolled over my
eager cock fairly easily. The second it was on, I held it in place with
two fingers, and plunged my cock through the hole to receive whatever
pleasure the hole decided to give me.
I could feel warm lips surround my head. Oooooooohhh what pleasure that
hole had awaiting me. I had missed having my cock sucked so much. The
lips were so soft, and so warm. They seemed much more caring and inviting
than I had ever expected they would be from a guy.
He slowly worked his tongue around the bottom of my cock. His lips
moved over my head, back and forth, coaxing me to my fullness. My cock
throbbed with each beat of my rapidly pounding heart. Boom, boom, boom,
bigger and bigger, harder and harder, with each pulse.
My mind started to wander and float away from where I was, getting
slightly dizzy as his lips surrounded my thickest part and slowly worked
their way further and further along my shaft with each stroke. I could
tell he was ready and enjoying every inch of my full 7" I could get through
the hole. His cautious slow rotation of his lips around my cock had turned
to what felt like warmed jelly, caressing up and down the full length of my
shaft. It was heaven.
I floated higher and higher with each breath, getting dizzier and
dizzier, moaning and panting as he sucked, giving in and enjoying the
pleasure he was giving my cock. "mmmmmm aaaah aaaah aaaaah" I moaned into
his wall. His mouth got tighter around my cock as he heard my voicing my
pleasure. The heat built when he did so, I guess I had forgotten how hot
someone's mouth could be when wrapped around my cock.
Gently he thrust his lips back and forth along my cock, giving gentle
rotations of his head as he worked himself up and down my shaft and gently
sucking tighter as he pulled out towards the head. "mmmmm uuuuuhhh
yeeeaaahhh" I panted on heavy breaths as he got wetter and hotter around my
cock, allowing him to suck tighter. I was leaning against the wall at that
point, my dizziness making me unable to stand without support from the
wall, my head placed against my arm that supported me.
Sadly the hole was just a little higher than I could reach, I had been
standing on my tiptoes to reach it throughout his wonderful blowjob. My
calves had begun to hurt. And from the strain of standing, and the
pleasure he was working around my cock shaft, my legs began to quiver.
Thankfully, so was my groin. I started to move every so slightly with his
hungrily sucking and inviting mouth.
I could feel my orgasm begin to slowly build at the tip of my head and
at the tips of my toes, knowing I would explode like a cannon when they met
in the middle at my groin. "ooooooohhh unnnnnnggh! aaahhhh!" I began to
pant and moan louder and louder. I didn't care who heard, after all, it's
what we came here to do. We came to cum and cum hard, giving each other
pleasure. I wanted my playmate to know the pleasure he was giving me.
"fooo haaa fooo haaa" I sounded, as I gasped for breath between my growing
dizziness and growing pleasure that was slowly quaking it's way up my
calves and down along my spine on their journey to meet at my center.
"yeah yeah yeah YEAH AAHH YEAAHH," I practically screamed as my dizziness
had reached my stomach and my upper legs, I was about to explode. "fooo
haaa MMMMMM UNNHHUNNNUNNN" Just a few more strokes. "MMMM YEAH YEAH HAA
AHH FOO FOO MMMMUUNNN AAHHH HHHA HHA" He really knew how to please a cock.
This was definitely no amateur, his soft lips felt like they knew exactly
how to work up and down my shaft in order to suck the pleasure from all
around me to pass through my body, through my cock, and into him. His
tongue tickling its way around the bottom of my cock and around the head
when it could. Slipping me as deep as I could go in, the heat of his mouth
feeling like nothing I could describe. "FOO HAAA YEAH!! YEAH!!
YEAAAHHHH!! AAAAHH!! YAHHHH!! MMMM!! UNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!" I shot my
load hard against the condom. Squirt squirt squirt. I felt it squishing
its sticky hot warmth around my head and along the underside. My entire
body shook with each squirt of my hot load. Squirt wiggle squirt wiggle.
My head and chest sunk against the wall, I couldn't hold myself up with all
of my wiggling from the cumming and from the strain of having to stand on
my toes.
My playmate knew I had cum. Probably a third of the store had known I
had cum at that point. His mouth had slowed and paused as I came. He
slowly wiggled his tongue teasingly around where the cum was held prisoner
in the condom, convincing my cock to finish its load and then to even give
some more. He left me inside him just for a minute, while my cock slowly
pulsed its last load of cum and finished it's quivering afterwards.
As I reached about half hard, he quickly withdrew his mouth from my
cock. I heard his door open and heard him leave his booth hurriedly. I
withdrew my cock slowly. The hole, even at half harness, was a tight fit
around me. I pulled the condom off, letting its full load of cum drain out
and hit the floor below me. I was amazed at how much cum was still left on
my cock head and shaft. Gathering my paper towels I slowly wiped the
white-hot globs of pure joy from my shaft, in doing so causing myself to
quiver and shake just a little bit more. I quickly composed myself,
pulling on my shorts and shirt and left the store.
I don't know if he left the store after he left the booth that day, or
if he simply had left the booth. After having such a caring and giving
blowjob, I'd have thought he would have remained a little longer. I was
disappointed to be left there, quivering against the wall, when he bolted
out of his booth. I wasn't even fully soft yet, hadn't even withdrawn from
the hole yet, and he was gone.
This adventure taught me that having my cock sucked by an anonymous hole
can be extremely satisfying. I had no reservations about the body on the
other side. Just like a cock is just a cock, the hole was just a hole. I
put no expectations or qualities on it, other than those my cock could feel
through the condom.
My only real regret is that with so many diseases out there, we can't
enjoy such pleasure without needing to wear a condom. I have a feeling he
would have hungrily lapped up every drop of my cum off of my shaft and I'm
saddened to think that I may have deprived my playmate of a reward for such
a wonderful blowjob.
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