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I've seen him for many years including recently.  I always get a good massage. He treats me well.

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I'm planning on a Virgin cruise in Europe summer of 2026.  I hope I can add to my two cruise sex experiences. 

Great story. Thank you for letting is relive this memory with you. You seem thoughtful. I like that in a man.

For just a moment I thought we were finally going to have a man-on-man massage place in Westchester county!
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In Puerto Vallarta in 2022, my first time.
I didn't go with any expectation of being a "hoe." In fact, I planned on being abstinent--I wanted to relax and explore, undistracted by hormones.
A friend who had been there before recommended a spa--Acqua Spa for Men. I booked a massage with Jesús, who was young, early-20s, and beautiful.
He showed me to the locker room and gave me a key for one of the lockers; I disrobed, covered myself in the robe they provided, took a quick shower, and waited for Jesús to come back to take me to the massage room.
When we arrived, he had me disrobe completely. I got onto the table naked, and he placed a modestly-sized hand towel over my butt.
Early in the massage, he stood in front of my head and leaned down to rub all the way down my back. He put his hands under the towel and began to massage my butt, and then pushed his pelvis forward so that his pants were against my face so that I could feel his erection. I lifted my head slightly and moved it back and forth to rub my face against his crotch.
I tried telling him that I thought he was very cute. He said out loud, "That's inappropriate, sir. I'm at work," then he leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You make me feel hot, too." I said aloud, "I like when you touch me." He said out loud, "Please don't say things like that, sir. I'm at work," then leaned in again and made a "Shhhhh" noise and said, "My boss can't know." I should have picked up on that the first time he whispered, but I was in the moment.
He instructed me to turn over, and as I did, he removed the towel completely. He undid his pants and let his penis hang out, then came over to my right side by my face so that I could suck him. I did. And he alternated between stroking my penis and running his hands over my whole body.
The entire experience was so erotically charged, so hot.
Then I ruined it. I sucked a little too hard and pulled my head back, making that popping, puckering noise that's pretty unmistakeable. That made Jesús nervous, so he put his finger in front of his face (the "shush" gesture), tucked his penis back in his pants, and quickly put the towel back over me. He gave a great professional massage as well, though I regretted the abrupt end of our sexual encounter.

A few months ago, at a clothing-optional, all-male resort, I watched a 30-something latino, muscled, tats, about 5'7 service a hot hung couple ages around 60. He sucked them as I watched.  I then saw one of them fuck him in many positions, while his partner and I watched.  It was thrilling. And safe for me.

I don't have any travel plans, but I'd love to hear your stories.  Anyone?

Who is real and who is AI?

I tried an experiment and wrote a short story with AI.  Here is the result.  It was just an early attempt and I'm sure I can do better, if I choose to try it again.
 

Surrender to the Night
---
A confident Jim leads a hesitant Kyle into a crowded party, where their paths cross with two dominant men. As the night unfolds, Kyle's polite facade crumbles, and he finds himself at the mercy of their intense desires.
---
 
The bass thumped through the crowded room, a relentless beat that vibrated in the chests of everyone present. Colored lights strobed across the dance floor, casting fleeting shadows on the walls and illuminating the sea of sweating bodies. The air was thick with the scent of cologne, sweat, and desire, a heady mix that hung heavy in the electric atmosphere. Jim stepped into the party, his presence immediately commanding attention. His dark hair, slicked back with a hint of gel, framed his sharp features, and his broad shoulders strained against the tight black t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. A thick mat of hair peeked out from the neckline, a testament to his rugged masculinity. He scanned the room with a confident gaze, his dark eyes taking in the scene with a predatory air. This was his domain, and he knew it.
 
Kyle trailed behind him, his blond hair falling softly across his forehead, a stark contrast to Jim’s assertive demeanor. His muscular build was evident beneath his fitted polo shirt, but his posture was more reserved, his polite smile a shield against the charged environment. He followed Jim’s lead, his blue eyes darting around the room with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The loud music and the press of bodies were overwhelming, and he clung to Jim’s presence like a lifeline, trying to stay grounded in the sea of uninhibited revelry.
 
As they made their way deeper into the party, the crowd seemed to part instinctively for Jim, his dominance palpable. Kyle felt a surge of relief at the space that opened up, but his relief was short-lived. A towering figure emerged from the shadows, his presence as imposing as a storm cloud. Steve, a hulking man standing at least 6’4”, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw, locked eyes with Kyle. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, and Kyle felt a shiver run down his spine. Steve’s aggressive energy was unmistakable, his every movement exuding raw power.
 
Without hesitation, Steve approached, his strides purposeful. “Well, well,” he drawled, his deep voice cutting through the noise. “Look what we have here. Fresh meat.” His eyes raked over Kyle, taking in every detail, from the way his polo shirt hugged his chest to the slight flush that crept up his neck. Kyle stiffened, his polite smile faltering as he took a half-step back, instinctively seeking Jim’s protection.
 
Before Kyle could respond, Malik appeared at Steve’s side, his presence equally commanding. A black athlete with a lean, muscular build, Malik’s dark eyes gleamed with the same hunger as Steve’s. His gaze was persistent, his lips curling into a smirk as he joined his friend in appraising Kyle. “Damn, Steve, you always know how to pick ’em,” Malik said, his voice smooth and laced with intent. “Blond and built. Right up our alley.”
 
Jim stepped forward, his dominance asserting itself as he placed a hand on Kyle’s shoulder, a possessive gesture that served as both protection and provocation. “Looks like you boys have your eyes on my friend here,” Jim said, his tone calm but firm. “But let’s not forget who’s in charge.” His dark eyes met Steve’s, a silent challenge passing between them. Steve’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, his gaze flicking back to Kyle.
 
“No need to get territorial, Jim,” Steve said, his voice low. “We’re just admiring the view. Aren’t we, Malik?” Malik nodded, his smirk widening as he stepped closer, his presence encroaching on Kyle’s personal space. Kyle’s heart raced, his polite demeanor crumbling under the weight of their combined attention. He tried to maintain his composure, but his resistance was futile.
 
Jim’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Admiring, huh? Well, I suppose I can share. But let’s make this interesting.” He turned to Kyle, his grip tightening on his shoulder. “Kyle, why don’t you show these gentlemen what you’ve got? Let’s see if you can handle the attention.”
 
Kyle’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and arousal flashing across his face. “Jim, I—” he began, but Jim cut him off with a sharp look.
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here,” Jim said, his voice low and commanding. “But it’s time you learned to let go. To surrender.”
 
Before Kyle could protest further, Steve and Malik closed in, their movements synchronized as if they’d done this a hundred times before. Steve’s large hand snaked around Kyle’s waist, pulling him closer, while Malik reached out, his fingers brushing against Kyle’s chest, tracing the outline of his pecs through the fabric of his shirt. Kyle gasped, his body tensing as he tried to pull away, but Steve’s grip was unyielding.
 
“Easy, blondie,” Steve murmured, his breath hot against Kyle’s ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
 
Malik’s hand moved lower, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of Kyle’s jeans, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. “So tense,” Malik teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “Let us help you relax.”
 
Kyle’s struggles only seemed to fuel their desire. Jim watched with a satisfied smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. He stepped closer, his presence looming over the scene, his hand reaching out to grip Kyle’s jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze. “That’s it,” Jim said, his voice a low rumble. “Fight it if you want, but you’re mine tonight. And theirs.”
 
Kyle’s eyes met Jim’s, his resistance waning as the reality of the situation sank in. His body was betraying him, his cock hardening despite his best efforts to maintain control. Steve’s hand slid lower, cupping Kyle’s ass, while Malik’s fingers teased the waistband of his jeans, their touch sending shivers down his spine.
 
Jim’s smirk widened as he saw the conflict in Kyle’s eyes. “That’s it,” he repeated, his voice firm. “Let go. Let them take what they want.”
 
With a final, desperate attempt to maintain his composure, Kyle closed his eyes, his breath coming in short gasps. Steve and Malik seized the moment, their movements becoming more urgent. Steve’s lips crashed down on Kyle’s, his kiss demanding and rough, while Malik’s hands roamed freely, unbuttoning Kyle’s jeans with practiced ease.
 
Jim stepped back, his eyes never leaving Kyle’s face as he watched the scene unfold. He could see the surrender in Kyle’s expression, the moment his polite facade shattered. Kyle’s hands came up, grasping at Steve’s shoulders, his body arching into the touch as Malik’s fingers dipped beneath his boxers, wrapping around his hardening cock.
 
“That’s it,” Jim murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Let them have you.”
 
Kyle’s moan was muffled by Steve’s kiss, his body responding despite his initial resistance. Malik’s touch was firm but gentle, his thumb brushing against the head of Kyle’s cock, eliciting a shuddering gasp. Steve broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Kyle’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this.”
 
Jim’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched Kyle’s body succumb to their advances. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grip Kyle’s hip, pulling him closer to Malik’s touch. “Harder,” Jim commanded, his voice a low growl. “Make him feel it.”
 
Malik smirked, his grip tightening as he began to stroke Kyle’s cock in earnest, his rhythm steady and relentless. Kyle’s head fell back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Steve’s lips continued their assault on his neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at the skin.
 
Jim’s satisfaction was palpable as he watched Kyle’s resistance crumble. He could see the tension in Kyle’s body, the way his muscles strained against the onslaught of pleasure. With a decisive move, Jim stepped in, his hand gripping the back of Kyle’s neck, forcing him to meet his gaze once more. “Look at me,” Jim commanded, his voice firm. “Who do you belong to?”
 
Kyle’s eyes met Jim’s, his breath hitching as he struggled to form the words. “Y-you,” he managed, his voice hoarse.
 
Jim’s smirk widened, his grip tightening. “That’s right. And tonight, you’re theirs too.”
 
With that, Jim released Kyle’s neck, stepping back to watch as Steve and Malik took full control. Steve’s hands roamed Kyle’s body, his touch possessive as he pushed Kyle’s shirt up, exposing his chest to the cool air. Malik’s strokes became more urgent, his fingers slick with pre-cum as Kyle’s cock throbbed in his grasp.
 
Kyle’s body was overwhelmed, his senses flooded with the sensations assaulting him from every direction. Steve’s lips trailed down his chest, his tongue tracing the outline of his abs, while Malik’s hand continued its relentless rhythm, driving Kyle closer to the edge.
 
Jim’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Kyle’s polite facade shatter completely. Kyle’s moans filled the air, his body arching and twisting as he struggled to find purchase in the sea of pleasure. His hands grasped at Steve’s hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as Steve’s lips closed around one of his nipples, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh.
 
“Fuck,” Kyle gasped, his voice breaking as Malik’s hand sped up, his thumb brushing against the head of Kyle’s cock with each stroke. “I—I can’t—”
 
“Let go,” Jim commanded, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure. “Give it to them.”
 
Kyle’s eyes met Jim’s once more, his expression a mix of desperation and surrender. With a final, shuddering gasp, Kyle’s body went rigid, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling over Malik’s hand and dripping onto the floor.
 
Jim’s smirk widened as he watched Kyle’s body tremble in the aftermath, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Steve’s lips trailed back up Kyle’s chest, his eyes meeting Jim’s with a triumphant glint. Malik’s hand slowed, his fingers gently stroking Kyle’s softening cock as he smirked.
 
“Looks like someone enjoyed that,” Malik said, his voice laced with amusement.
 
Jim stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grip Kyle’s jaw once more, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You did well,” Jim said, his voice low and approving. “But we’re not done yet.”
 
Kyle’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and anticipation flashing across his face. “J-Jim, I—”
 
Jim cut him off with a sharp look. “Shh. Just relax. Let us take care of the rest.”
 
With that, Jim turned his attention to Steve and Malik, his dark eyes gleaming with intent. “Now, where were we?”
 
Steve and Malik exchanged a knowing glance, their smirks widening as they closed in on Kyle once more. Kyle’s body trembled, his resistance completely shattered as he realized the night was far from over. Jim’s satisfaction was evident as he watched Kyle’s polite facade disipate completely, his body now at the mercy of the three men. The chapter ended with Kyle’s breath coming in short gasps, his eyes wide and unfocused, his body overwhelmed by the relentless pursuit of pleasure.

A few months ago, at a clothing-optional, all-male resort, I watched a 30-something latino, muscled, tats, about 5'7 service a hot hung couple ages around 60. He sucked them as I watched.  I then saw one of them fuck him in many positions, while his partner and I watched.  It was thrilling. And safe for me.

It's getting so hard to tell! 

Being a voyeur is my TOP fetish.  It drives me absolutely crazy in the best way possible.  My husband and I used to have threesomes and most of the time I would sit back and watch them go at it.  Sometimes, he’d find a guy to fuck that wasn’t into me, so he’d clarify that I would be in the room and not participate.  Other ways of voyeur’ing: filming while being in the room OR setting up a NEST camera and watching from a different room (both with consent of the person being filmed).  Also, I’ve listened from a different room in the house (with doors open).  Listening sans the visual is a different kind of stimuli.  I could talk about this all day.  PM if you have questions or want more info. 

Anyone else on this forum into voyeurism? While I enjoy porn, there is nothing more sexually exciting for me than seeing a couple (gay or straight) fuck in front of me.
I’ve had a few opportunities to watch couples fuck and I literally shake with excitement. Back in college I watched a straight couple fuck on my kitchen floor. And just recently I saw a male friend get fucked by another guy. Also recently there was a couple having really loud sex in the hotel room next to mine and I masturbated as I listened to them moan and hit the headboard against the wall
It’s even hotter if the people don’t know that I’m watching. But doing that in person or even watching videos of that without people’s consent is morally and legally fraught so I stay away from that content even though its such a turn on. 
I’ve really wanted to watch another straight couple fuck in front of me, but it has been proven elusive with providers. Too many schedules to sync up unfortunately.
Anyone else into watching?
 

I tried an experiment and wrote a short story with AI.  Here is the result.  It was just an early attempt and I'm sure I can do better, if I choose to try it again.
 

Surrender to the Night
---
A confident Jim leads a hesitant Kyle into a crowded party, where their paths cross with two dominant men. As the night unfolds, Kyle's polite facade crumbles, and he finds himself at the mercy of their intense desires.
---
 
The bass thumped through the crowded room, a relentless beat that vibrated in the chests of everyone present. Colored lights strobed across the dance floor, casting fleeting shadows on the walls and illuminating the sea of sweating bodies. The air was thick with the scent of cologne, sweat, and desire, a heady mix that hung heavy in the electric atmosphere. Jim stepped into the party, his presence immediately commanding attention. His dark hair, slicked back with a hint of gel, framed his sharp features, and his broad shoulders strained against the tight black t-shirt that clung to his muscular frame. A thick mat of hair peeked out from the neckline, a testament to his rugged masculinity. He scanned the room with a confident gaze, his dark eyes taking in the scene with a predatory air. This was his domain, and he knew it.
 
Kyle trailed behind him, his blond hair falling softly across his forehead, a stark contrast to Jim’s assertive demeanor. His muscular build was evident beneath his fitted polo shirt, but his posture was more reserved, his polite smile a shield against the charged environment. He followed Jim’s lead, his blue eyes darting around the room with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The loud music and the press of bodies were overwhelming, and he clung to Jim’s presence like a lifeline, trying to stay grounded in the sea of uninhibited revelry.
 
As they made their way deeper into the party, the crowd seemed to part instinctively for Jim, his dominance palpable. Kyle felt a surge of relief at the space that opened up, but his relief was short-lived. A towering figure emerged from the shadows, his presence as imposing as a storm cloud. Steve, a hulking man standing at least 6’4”, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw, locked eyes with Kyle. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, and Kyle felt a shiver run down his spine. Steve’s aggressive energy was unmistakable, his every movement exuding raw power.
 
Without hesitation, Steve approached, his strides purposeful. “Well, well,” he drawled, his deep voice cutting through the noise. “Look what we have here. Fresh meat.” His eyes raked over Kyle, taking in every detail, from the way his polo shirt hugged his chest to the slight flush that crept up his neck. Kyle stiffened, his polite smile faltering as he took a half-step back, instinctively seeking Jim’s protection.
 
Before Kyle could respond, Malik appeared at Steve’s side, his presence equally commanding. A black athlete with a lean, muscular build, Malik’s dark eyes gleamed with the same hunger as Steve’s. His gaze was persistent, his lips curling into a smirk as he joined his friend in appraising Kyle. “Damn, Steve, you always know how to pick ’em,” Malik said, his voice smooth and laced with intent. “Blond and built. Right up our alley.”
 
Jim stepped forward, his dominance asserting itself as he placed a hand on Kyle’s shoulder, a possessive gesture that served as both protection and provocation. “Looks like you boys have your eyes on my friend here,” Jim said, his tone calm but firm. “But let’s not forget who’s in charge.” His dark eyes met Steve’s, a silent challenge passing between them. Steve’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, his gaze flicking back to Kyle.
 
“No need to get territorial, Jim,” Steve said, his voice low. “We’re just admiring the view. Aren’t we, Malik?” Malik nodded, his smirk widening as he stepped closer, his presence encroaching on Kyle’s personal space. Kyle’s heart raced, his polite demeanor crumbling under the weight of their combined attention. He tried to maintain his composure, but his resistance was futile.
 
Jim’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Admiring, huh? Well, I suppose I can share. But let’s make this interesting.” He turned to Kyle, his grip tightening on his shoulder. “Kyle, why don’t you show these gentlemen what you’ve got? Let’s see if you can handle the attention.”
 
Kyle’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and arousal flashing across his face. “Jim, I—” he began, but Jim cut him off with a sharp look.
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right here,” Jim said, his voice low and commanding. “But it’s time you learned to let go. To surrender.”
 
Before Kyle could protest further, Steve and Malik closed in, their movements synchronized as if they’d done this a hundred times before. Steve’s large hand snaked around Kyle’s waist, pulling him closer, while Malik reached out, his fingers brushing against Kyle’s chest, tracing the outline of his pecs through the fabric of his shirt. Kyle gasped, his body tensing as he tried to pull away, but Steve’s grip was unyielding.
 
“Easy, blondie,” Steve murmured, his breath hot against Kyle’s ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
 
Malik’s hand moved lower, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of Kyle’s jeans, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. “So tense,” Malik teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “Let us help you relax.”
 
Kyle’s struggles only seemed to fuel their desire. Jim watched with a satisfied smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. He stepped closer, his presence looming over the scene, his hand reaching out to grip Kyle’s jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze. “That’s it,” Jim said, his voice a low rumble. “Fight it if you want, but you’re mine tonight. And theirs.”
 
Kyle’s eyes met Jim’s, his resistance waning as the reality of the situation sank in. His body was betraying him, his cock hardening despite his best efforts to maintain control. Steve’s hand slid lower, cupping Kyle’s ass, while Malik’s fingers teased the waistband of his jeans, their touch sending shivers down his spine.
 
Jim’s smirk widened as he saw the conflict in Kyle’s eyes. “That’s it,” he repeated, his voice firm. “Let go. Let them take what they want.”
 
With a final, desperate attempt to maintain his composure, Kyle closed his eyes, his breath coming in short gasps. Steve and Malik seized the moment, their movements becoming more urgent. Steve’s lips crashed down on Kyle’s, his kiss demanding and rough, while Malik’s hands roamed freely, unbuttoning Kyle’s jeans with practiced ease.
 
Jim stepped back, his eyes never leaving Kyle’s face as he watched the scene unfold. He could see the surrender in Kyle’s expression, the moment his polite facade shattered. Kyle’s hands came up, grasping at Steve’s shoulders, his body arching into the touch as Malik’s fingers dipped beneath his boxers, wrapping around his hardening cock.
 
“That’s it,” Jim murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Let them have you.”
 
Kyle’s moan was muffled by Steve’s kiss, his body responding despite his initial resistance. Malik’s touch was firm but gentle, his thumb brushing against the head of Kyle’s cock, eliciting a shuddering gasp. Steve broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Kyle’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this.”
 
Jim’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched Kyle’s body succumb to their advances. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grip Kyle’s hip, pulling him closer to Malik’s touch. “Harder,” Jim commanded, his voice a low growl. “Make him feel it.”
 
Malik smirked, his grip tightening as he began to stroke Kyle’s cock in earnest, his rhythm steady and relentless. Kyle’s head fell back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Steve’s lips continued their assault on his neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at the skin.
 
Jim’s satisfaction was palpable as he watched Kyle’s resistance crumble. He could see the tension in Kyle’s body, the way his muscles strained against the onslaught of pleasure. With a decisive move, Jim stepped in, his hand gripping the back of Kyle’s neck, forcing him to meet his gaze once more. “Look at me,” Jim commanded, his voice firm. “Who do you belong to?”
 
Kyle’s eyes met Jim’s, his breath hitching as he struggled to form the words. “Y-you,” he managed, his voice hoarse.
 
Jim’s smirk widened, his grip tightening. “That’s right. And tonight, you’re theirs too.”
 
With that, Jim released Kyle’s neck, stepping back to watch as Steve and Malik took full control. Steve’s hands roamed Kyle’s body, his touch possessive as he pushed Kyle’s shirt up, exposing his chest to the cool air. Malik’s strokes became more urgent, his fingers slick with pre-cum as Kyle’s cock throbbed in his grasp.
 
Kyle’s body was overwhelmed, his senses flooded with the sensations assaulting him from every direction. Steve’s lips trailed down his chest, his tongue tracing the outline of his abs, while Malik’s hand continued its relentless rhythm, driving Kyle closer to the edge.
 
Jim’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Kyle’s polite facade shatter completely. Kyle’s moans filled the air, his body arching and twisting as he struggled to find purchase in the sea of pleasure. His hands grasped at Steve’s hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as Steve’s lips closed around one of his nipples, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh.
 
“Fuck,” Kyle gasped, his voice breaking as Malik’s hand sped up, his thumb brushing against the head of Kyle’s cock with each stroke. “I—I can’t—”
 
“Let go,” Jim commanded, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure. “Give it to them.”
 
Kyle’s eyes met Jim’s once more, his expression a mix of desperation and surrender. With a final, shuddering gasp, Kyle’s body went rigid, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling over Malik’s hand and dripping onto the floor.
 
Jim’s smirk widened as he watched Kyle’s body tremble in the aftermath, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Steve’s lips trailed back up Kyle’s chest, his eyes meeting Jim’s with a triumphant glint. Malik’s hand slowed, his fingers gently stroking Kyle’s softening cock as he smirked.
 
“Looks like someone enjoyed that,” Malik said, his voice laced with amusement.
 
Jim stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grip Kyle’s jaw once more, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You did well,” Jim said, his voice low and approving. “But we’re not done yet.”
 
Kyle’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and anticipation flashing across his face. “J-Jim, I—”
 
Jim cut him off with a sharp look. “Shh. Just relax. Let us take care of the rest.”
 
With that, Jim turned his attention to Steve and Malik, his dark eyes gleaming with intent. “Now, where were we?”
 
Steve and Malik exchanged a knowing glance, their smirks widening as they closed in on Kyle once more. Kyle’s body trembled, his resistance completely shattered as he realized the night was far from over. Jim’s satisfaction was evident as he watched Kyle’s polite facade disipate completely, his body now at the mercy of the three men. The chapter ended with Kyle’s breath coming in short gasps, his eyes wide and unfocused, his body overwhelmed by the relentless pursuit of pleasure.

I recently discovered that I have cuckold fantasies. Here is a story that happened 3 years ago on vacation.
Three years ago, I was 62 and a bf was 26. Same age only backwards. We had been seeing each other on occasion for 5 years. I'm a fit and reasonably handsome. He is heavy, hairy, Italian with light colored hair and a beautiful average-sized uncut cock. We were at an all-male, clothing optional resort. This was our first day here together, and he was very comfortable being nude near the pool. I was not comfortable naked and wore a speedo. While he was lying in a pool chair, he and I stared making out passionately. He immediately got very hard and it looked impressive and inviting. Earlier in the day, we met a couple of bears, each around mid-40s to early 50s. The younger man and my friend were clearly attracted to each other from the start. So when that person saw my friend's very hard dick, he came over and started to suck it. I looked at my friend and, without speaking, checked in to see if this was ok with him. He nodded that it was all good and I went back to kissing him. Then the guy sucking's husband joined us and my friend sucked his beautiful dick while I watched. This play ended after a few minutes and I was left alone with my bf, who asked if I want to go to the room and play. I said sure, but said that he was clearly attracted to the guy who was sucking him and. asked if he wants to invite that guy to join us. He asked if I was ok with it and I said that it was up to him, that he is the one who seemed really excited by it all, and that if he wanted to invite the guy, it was his choice. He chose to invite the hairy Costa Rican, who enthusiastically accepted the offer. We went to my room and started the way it began at the pool, with me kissing my friend and the Costa Rican sucking him. The invited guest then removed his bathing suit, revealing a very large, hard, uncut cock. I will mention that I'm cut and smaller than average in size. It was clear from the first few minutes that our guest was only attracted to my friend (he seems to only be attracted to heavy-set men) and wished I would just leave. There was no way that was going to happen. While I was kissing my bf and he was being sucked, I would occasionally non-verbally check in and make sure he was ok. At one point, I saw my friend get lost in pleasure as the hung Costa Rican was rimming his hairy ass. I then saw my friend suddenly tense up and gasp, and I saw the guy who was sucking and rimming him start to fuck him with his party-sized tool. The top seemed experienced and seeing that huge hard dick in action was amazing. When it was over and he left, I checked in with my friend and he said that he was fine and that this was his first threesome ever. I was surprised by this. He also said that his was the first person beside me to ever fuck him.
The next year, when we returned to the same place, my friend asked if we could have another three-way. I replied that I'd be receptive to it, but it depends on meeting someone where there is attraction all around. I was excited to have a threesome, but not another two-on-one, where the third tried to keep me out of the play. We did find someone and though I could tell he was more attracted to me than he was to my friend, no one was left out and no one felt left out. But that's another story for another group.

I recently discovered that I have cuckold fantasies. Here is a story that happened 3 years ago on vacation.
Three years ago, I was 62 and a bf was 26. Same age only backwards. We had been seeing each other on occasion for 5 years. I'm a fit and reasonably handsome. He is heavy, hairy, Italian with light colored hair and a beautiful average-sized uncut cock. We were at an all-male, clothing optional resort. This was our first day here together, and he was very comfortable being nude near the pool. I was not comfortable naked and wore a speedo. While he was lying in a pool chair, he and I stared making out passionately. He immediately got very hard and it looked impressive and inviting. Earlier in the day, we met a couple of bears, each around mid-40s to early 50s. The younger man and my friend were clearly attracted to each other from the start. So when that person saw my friend's very hard dick, he came over and started to suck it. I looked at my friend and, without speaking, checked in to see if this was ok with him. He nodded that it was all good and I went back to kissing him. Then the guy sucking's husband joined us and my friend sucked his beautiful dick while I watched. This play ended after a few minutes and I was left alone with my bf, who asked if I want to go to the room and play. I said sure, but said that he was clearly attracted to the guy who was sucking him and. asked if he wants to invite that guy to join us. He asked if I was ok with it and I said that it was up to him, that he is the one who seemed really excited by it all, and that if he wanted to invite the guy, it was his choice. He chose to invite the hairy Costa Rican, who enthusiastically accepted the offer. We went to my room and started the way it began at the pool, with me kissing my friend and the Costa Rican sucking him. The invited guest then removed his bathing suit, revealing a very large, hard, uncut cock. I will mention that I'm cut and smaller than average in size. It was clear from the first few minutes that our guest was only attracted to my friend (he seems to only be attracted to heavy-set men) and wished I would just leave. There was no way that was going to happen. While I was kissing my bf and he was being sucked, I would occasionally non-verbally check in and make sure he was ok. At one point, I saw my friend get lost in pleasure as the hung Costa Rican was rimming his hairy ass. I then saw my friend suddenly tense up and gasp, and I saw the guy who was sucking and rimming him start to fuck him with his party-sized tool. The top seemed experienced and seeing that huge hard dick in action was amazing. When it was over and he left, I checked in with my friend and he said that he was fine and that this was his first threesome ever. I was surprised by this. He also said that his was the first person beside me to ever fuck him.
The next year, when we returned to the same place, my friend asked if we could have another three-way. I replied that I'd be receptive to it, but it depends on meeting someone where there is attraction all around. I was excited to have a threesome, but not another two-on-one, where the third tried to keep me out of the play. We did find someone and though I could tell he was more attracted to me than he was to my friend, no one was left out and no one felt left out. But that's another story for another group.

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True.  But when it happens unexpectedly, it's that much more thrilling.

When I was around 16, a friend and I would regularly take turns hypnotizing each other.  The hypnotist would make the other suck his dick.  It wasn't gay if it wasn't voluntary.

True.  But when it happens unexpectedly, it's that much more thrilling.