Hot Sex Stories

[chrismac]

Anyone want to post a hot sex story? One in which they were either a participant, or watched. I have several of each, but don't know if this is a good forum to post such anecdotes. We'll see. OK - here goes:

 

I was working up in LA on Thursday, and since I needed to be back up there by 8AM on Friday, I decided to spend the night (I get a special rate at the Crowne Plaza by the airport of $43/night - but that's beside the point). Anyway, with the evening free, I decided to go to Flex (a bathhouse/gym) to get it a good workout. It has a great hard-core gym which nobody uses, so I can really get in a good workout when I'm up in LA on business for only $8.00.

 

So after finishing my workout, I naturally walked around to see the eye candy, but although there were some hot guys there, like any bathhouse, any action has to take place in the private rooms behind closed doors - so for the voyeur in me, there wasn't much to see. So I left. It was about 9pm, went to get some dinner in West Hollywood. I wasn't feeling like going home, and curiosity got the better of me. So I headed to the Zone. It's a dark sex club just outside of the main strip in WeHo.

 

When I got there, not too much was happening. Being a week night, I didn't think I'd see too much action, but one never knows. So I strolled around, looking in dark corners - you know, the usual. Around midnight, things started to pick up. More guys (hot) were coming in. Not in droves, but you'd just see a new one every 10 minutes or so roving the hallways.

 

I finally saw this pretty hot looking guy, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, as he passed me in a dark hallway. I was wearing a tank top. He slowed down to look at me, then proceeded on. I decided to follow him some distance behind to see if I could catch him interacting with someone else. I watched him as he disappeared inside one of the glory-hole booths. In this club, you can latch the door, but each of the other three walls has a nice-sized glory hole, big enough to stick your hole arm through, which provides good viewing if the opportunity arises.

 

Lucky for me, the adjacent booth was empty, so I dove inside before some other geek could get to it. Latching the door, I knelt down to look into the booth where Mr. Hot Guy had just sequestered himself. He had by that time dropped his pants and his fairly hard cock was showing. But he wasn't getting sucked off by anyone. He looked down and noticed me peering through. He put his cock through the hole. It was gorgeous. I just had to suck it. He seemed to like it. He pulled it back into his booth, then knelt down himself to look at me face to face. I put my face closer, and he began kissing me, very deeply. His tongue was very forceful and hot.

 

After a couple of seconds of that, I just had to see more myself. I said through the hole - "unlock your door, I'm coming over". Seconds later, I was standing in front of him. Now this is what he looked like: dark hair, not short, but not long. His hair and face look strikingly like the star of that TV show "Smallville" (the young Clark Kent character), only somewhere in his early 30s. He was gorgeous. Dark eyes, and a beautiful smile. 6'1", probably around 185-190lbs. He removed my tank top, and then took off his own T-shirt. The most gorgeous perfect body I've ever seen. Absolutely flawless. Not huge, but just perfect. 16" arms, great shoulders; smooth, very defined chest. He planted his tongue in my mouth like I was the last man he'd ever kiss. His breath was clean and sweet - not tainted by alcohol or drugs. So he was sober. His hands roamed all over my upper body, then down to my ass. He undid my belt and lowered my pants and shorts. I let him do all this so willingly. He smiled, made some great noises, and his tongue was always on me somewhere.

 

He pulled out the lube and condom. Sliding it on - I was helpless but to acceed to his wishes. He turned me around, and both of us standing, slid that perfect 7.5" cock inside. It felt like heaven. He was so gentle and smooth, holding my pecs in his hands, kissing the back of my neck. Pulling out, he turned me around, bent his knees slightly, spread my legs a little and (I kid you not, honest to GOD!) pulled me up onto his waist. Holding my ass with one hand, he cradled my head with the other while my arms wrapped around his neck. God, he was strong! Smiling and kissing me still, making awesome noises, he slid his cock inside me again and began to gently bounce me on his cock while I was in the air. Holy Shit, I couldn't have scripted this one better. I couldn't have even imagined all the pieces fitting together better. That face, that desire for me! He was really acting like this was the best sex he was ever having. It certainly was for me.

 

He kept me up there for an ungodly amount of time. I started to worry that he would tire out, but no, he just kept going. Finally, he let me down, turned me around and we did it doggy-style again. After a few minutes of that, we went back to me being up in the air, but this time he put his arm under one of my legs to hold it up higher, while my other wrapped around his waist. To allow him a better angle, I held on tighter to his neck and leaned upward. He gripped my cock while fucking me that way and stroked it, looking into my eyes, sinking his tongue deep into my mouth.

 

I exploded in cum all over both of us and he nearly cheered! He seemed so excited. Since he had just arrived, I could tell he didn't want to cum just yet, so he let me down, kissed and held me for a while, then we parted

company.

 

I stayed for about another half an hour, saw him interact in another booth with a couple of other guys, but not nearly as hot as we both did it. With those other guys, it looked a lot more clinical, and didn't last half as long (maybe a couple of minutes). I would see him in the halways, he'd grab me and bend me with one arm around my lower back, the other holding my head in place as he shoved his tongue deep in my mouth again. This happened three times - then I had to go. I didn't see him again just before I left so I think he had left as well.

 

I don't think these words can even convey just how hot it was. How great his face, body - and how sweet, kind, gentle, masculine he was. Nobody would ever guess he was gay. Not by his voice or mannerisms.

 

I don't know this guy's name, and I'm sure I'll never see him again. He didn't seem like an LA type - probably a visitor from out of town. In my 4 previous visits to the Zone, I had never seen him. Just as well, I'm sure, if he's an out-of-towner.

 

Sex is sex, and love is love, but God was my head spinning from that encounter. Have you ever had a sex date that made you feel that way?

 

Well, that's the story. I don't think I could write it even half as hot as it actually happened. Hope you get the picture.

[Cooper]

Chris, Thanks for sharing this great story. It makes for good bedtime reading! :+

[dick_nyc]

I disagree. It makes for terrible bedtime reading. How are we supposed to go to sleep after reading that!! I'll be up all night.

[dick_nyc]

PS I could almost see this happening. HOT!!!

[Argos]

Chris:

 

Great story. I am sitting here with a raging boner! I have been to the Zone but some of the best action I have ever had was at Slammers Sex Club on Beverly Blvd. You should check it out and see if you come up with ever a greater story for our reading pleasure.

 

Argos

[Argos]

I should point out that I have given up on Bathhouses and Sex Clubs because I have become paranoid about catching an STD in one of these fine establishments. Even though I do play safe I have heard too many stories about men catching some type of disease in these places. So I am now on the hunt for a great escort and have been checking this board out to find out who I should try.

[chrismac]

I'll have to check out Slammers - never been there. I agree with you that sex clubs are dens of disease. Usually I just go to watch, but once in a great while someone just too hot happens along and I can't help myself. My next trip after that is to the County Clinic to get myself checked out!

[Cooper]

My next trip after that

>is to the County Clinic to get myself checked out!

 

Chris, Sounds like the setting for your next sex story! Chapter II, "Checked out at the County Clinic".

[chrismac]

When Life is Like a Porn Film

 

Cooper - well, here's another one - from about a month ago. Takes place in the same location (The Zone - LA):

 

Now hear this:

 

True, all true.

 

"The Zone". A dark, foreboding place with loud dance music played by a hot shirtless dj suspended on scaffolding from the ceiling. This story is about one night at that place.

 

The Zone is a multi-level sex dungeon with mazes, a porn lounge, and upstairs and downstairs booths and glory holes. Hot every night of the week, Saturday nights the place nearly explodes in sexual energy. A mixed crowd, but mostly populated by 20-40 year-olds, about 50% of which are truly hot, 20% "do-able", the rest usually just looking on opportunistically.

 

The darkness and redish lighting makes nearly everyone look hotter, and many of the hottest guys go around cruising shirtless or with minimal top attire. That night, a Saturday, I slithered in around midnight. I had just completed a workout at "Flex", and was feeling pumped up. Wearing a tank top, I cruised around to see what was up, who was doing whom, etc. After a few minutes, I found myself upstairs in the video lounge, where several couches surround a large-screen TV playing porn on a rotating basis. On the couch, in a corner was lying on his back a smallish Asian or latino boy, probably in his early 20's, completely naked with his legs parted. His face was obscured by shadow, but the tight little body was fully visible in the only light coming from the movie. I sat down on the next couch to watch the porn and see what would happen. I didn't have any interest in fucking him (I'm more a bottom, especially in this kind of environment), but figured someone would.

 

Soon enough, a strapping Caribbean-type, also in his 20's, turned the corner from the staircase and paused to take in the scene. He slowly made his way over, glanced once at me, then turned his eyes on the tasty prey laid before him on the couch. The boy must have been able to see him in the light thrown by the TV, as he began to stroke himself a little and finger his hole. The tall, swarthy stud took this as an invitation, and began to remove his tight T-shirt. Underneath, he revealed a flawless muscular lean body, 8-pack abs and a gorgeous chest. Smooth and hairless, with beautiful arms. With one hand, he reached down to touch the boy's leg, and began massaging it a little. With the other he began to rub his cock through his black jeans. The black motorcycle boots accentuated his tall stature. I noticed his muscular shoulders and bulging traps.

 

In a second he was unzipping his fly and unbuttoning his pants. As he pulled them down, he revealed a substantial bulge beneath his tight black briefs. The boy moaned a little, encouraging the stud to lower his briefs, setting free an incredible thick, long, nearly hard cock. It had to be 9 inches at least. He came closer to the boy, bending over him so his cock would rub against the boy's leg and groin. Now he was over the boy, completely shading him. He leaned in and whispered something, to which the boy seemed to shudder and moan. Straddling the boy, his huge cock made it to the boy's mouth and he began pumping his face. I had an awesome view of a perfect, striated muscular ass while this was unfolding. Others began to collect in the lounge to watch the "show".

 

After about 20 seconds of that, he leaned down again and whispered something else. I could distinctly hear the light voice of the boy say "yeah". The stud pulled out a pillow of lube and, standing over the boy, lubed it up. It was really hard and straight now. He pulled the boy's hand up and placed it on his cock, to give the little guy a feeling for what was soon going to be inside him. The boy moaned as he stroked the big stud's hard cock. The tall guy threw his head back a little and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the stroking from a stranger's hand.

 

Situating himself on the couch over the boy, the stud pulled the little guy's legs up and around his waist. With no hands, his muscular ass guided his cock into the boy's hole. And he proceeded, slowly at first, to fuck him. His pants were pulled down to his knees, his boots crossed at the ankles to increase leverage. This was an alpha male taking his pleasure. With his arms holding him up just over the boy's face, the lats and triceps muscles flexed with his movements. He was soon plowing away at the boy, eliciting high-pitched but quiet moans and cries as that monster dick pounded away. In the light of the TV, I could see it go in and out of that willing hole. God was I hot!

 

He fucked that boy, finally lowering himself completely down on him, arms wrapped around the boy's head. I wondered how the little guy could breath. But I could still hear the muffled cries of pleasure and pain coming out from under the body of the bigger guy. The he rolled the boy over on top of him, never pulling out, until the little guy was riding, bouncing actually, on top of that big cock. The stud wasn't even the slightest bit out of breath. The same could not be said for the boy. With his hands firmly grabbing the boy's sides, he pushed the boy down on his cock while his legs pushed up inside. With his legs out from the couch, and feet on the floor, the boy was suspended entirely on the big guy's body, unable to move anywhere else but in the direction the top wanted his bottom boy to go.

 

Finally, after about 20 minutes, they were both ready. There must have been some communication between them that I could neither see nor hear, but with one final huge thrust into the boy, lifting him higher on his legs, both of them came almost simultaneously. Then after a few seconds, the big stud stood up, lifting the boy up around his waist, turned around, and laid him back where he found him. He wiped off his cock, grabbed his shirt, looked around at the audience (aghast), and went back downstairs.

 

That was in the first half-hour of my visit.

 

OK - now it's someone else's turn. I can't be the only one who's witnessed or been a participant in hot sex

[Guest Hijnx]

Enjoyed the story. Actually like hearing of all the exploits from the tribe.

I was at a bathhouse in Paris a few years back. I think the name of it was Key West, of all things. Really nice place over by one of the train stations, can't remember which. Anyway, I usually go to bathhouses as a voyuer, enjoying the energy of the place. There is nothing quite so egalitarian as a gay bath house.

While I was undressing and putting my clothes in the locker, this hot young guy walked in wearing his towel. We made eye contact, and I knew right then and there that I was going to fuck him. And so did he. I finished getting ready, he stood up smiling, and I followed him into the warren of hallways and doorways that made up the private cubicle area of the place. He led me directly to a room, laid down on the platform bed, undraped the towel and raised his legs. I smiled to myself, closed the door and began to play with his butt.

He stared intently into my face, making little mewing sounds as my fingers probed his delicious center, scooting his butt closer to my hand, his feet bracing against the walls of the narrow room. Shit, was he hot for a fuck or what? I thought to myself. He kept reaching up for me, trying to pull me toward him. I like to tease a bit... okay, maybe more than a bit.... I just like to make sure a bottom is really ready for the fucking I'm going to give him.

Anyway, after about fifteen minutes of prepping him with my fingers, mouth, tongue and knuckles, he was moaning and whispering breathlessly, all in French, of course. I assumed he was begging for cock, if his churning belly, thrusting hips and gyrating ass was any indication. I was diamond-cutter hard, pointing straight up into the air.

I rocked my crotch toward his ass, my cock glancing off his hole and up into his ballsac. I love doing this, feeling an asshole try to grip the head of my dick. I love rubbing my cock up through a hairy ass crack. I bounced the head of my dick off his hole, probed in a bit and back out. His hole seemed to pucker and unpucker, waiting for me to push in.

Decided to finally let him have some dick. I leaned into him, the head of my dick pushing through his sphincter. I held it there, listening to him hiss through clenched teeth. Then he wiggled, ever so impreceptibly. Guess he wanted more.

I pulled out. Pop! His hole slammed shut. Just in time for me to take the plunge, all the way to my pubes.

Not all guys like this, especially when you stay firmly planted deep inside, and give it a little jump just to make sure the head of your dick is tap dancing on the floor of his rectum. Others go wild. My little French guy loved it. He gasped loudly and from the very foundation of his gut. I felt his body involuntarily shudder, starting at his shoulders and transverse down his torso, down both legs. I suspected his toes were curling at this very moment.

I pulled back and began a long and luxurious fuck. It was one of those times when I knew stamina was going to be a friend to both of us. I was in for the long haul, and he was eager to take whatever I wanted to give. A profound realization that both of us were into each other's body, face, smell, touch, taste and style. We were connected. I leaned over and stole a kiss from his moist mouth. His lips tried to hold me, wanting more. I pulled back and tweaked his nipples, lifted his arms and smelled the rich earthiness of his pits. I licked at the fine hair on his pecs and traced it down to the bush that spread up onto his belly. I gave a couple punishing plunges of my cock into his asshole. He nearly double up with sensation, exposing his hole all the more.

I would pull out, I would push back in. I repeated this a number of times. My cock was burning with pleasure and heat. It felt like a piece of polished angle iron driving deep into a welcoming home. There was virtually no resistance coming from my young Parisian. In fact, his hands reached to his ass cheeks to pull the more open to my assault.

The fucking went on for well into an hour. All this time, our eyes would connect, and then I would notice that he would begin to stare into that space between our faces, lost in the pure physical feel of the fuck. Then I would notice him staring up at the ceiling, his eyes seemingly searching the surface of the walls where they connected with the ceiling. He would stare, lost in some thought, they laugh, gasp, groan, cry out, whimper. We were perfectly synchronized. I grabbed his heavy cock as it lay on his belly. I massaged it, pushed my hand into his abdomen to give myself deeper penetration. He grabbed at my face, my shoulders, my pecs, my arms, trying to pull me into him deeper, making efforts to connect us in a more profound way.

I knew he was near exploding. I could go at any time, now, blowing a steaming load into him. He began to almost bark at me, spitting up onto my chest. I slapped his face, the side of his head, then grabbed his hips to drive even deeper into him. My hairy belly trapped his cock against his own hairy belly. I felt his ass contract and he literally screamed out a massive groan and I pumped my semen into him.

I was exhausted. Completely spent. We lay together gasping, shuddering, tingling, our sweat rapidly cooling in our torpor.

My French fuck began to giggle, tittering a bit. I pulled back and looked at the huge grin on his face. He pointed up to the ceiling. I looked up over my shoulder.

And there, resting at the tops of three of the walls of the cubicle were about 15 faces watching our every move. We had just put on a masterpiece of male sex for three cubicles worth of guys who stood on the platform beds of the other rooms and watched over the tops of the walls. I'm not usually a performer. Just a good fuck when the timing is right.

[+ nycman]

>I was at a bathhouse in Paris a few years back. I think the

>name of it was Key West, of all things. Really nice place

>over by one of the train stations, can't remember which.

 

The train station is Gare du Nord. Convenient because it is also the Paris station for the Eurostar from London's Waterloo Station via the Chunnel. Not that I've ever been to Key West mind you....grin.

 

http://www.paris.cx/streets/gare_du_nord/mvc-014f.jpg

 

http://mini_ss.tripod.com/eurostar.jpg

[chrismac]

Oh jeez Hijinx - I think we HAVE TO meet!!}(