The abandoned factory on Sheldon St. was the local gay pick-up spot in my city. I was there walking around seeing what I could find to suck one Saturday morning. There weren't many guys cruising. I saw one bearded guy in a plaid shirt and trousers walk in on the other side of the factory yard. He was too far away to tell much about him. I walked toward him. He veered off on a side aisle and I followed him. When I got to him he was leaning against a piece of steel. He had his shirt half off and his big hard cock was sticking out of his pants. It was a beautiful 11 inch cock with a nice bulbous head on it.

He was good-looking and had a nicely-tanned, slightly hairy body with a nice six-pack. His hands were by his sides and he was looking anywhere but at me.

I walked over to him and took his balls in my hand, fondled them and ran my other hand over his muscular chest and stomach. He never looked directly at me. I leaned down and licked and sucked on the head of his dick. He inhaled, tensed his stomach and moaned.

I slid to my knees and licked up and down his cock. He unbuttoned his pants and boxer shorts and let them slide to his ankles and took off his shirt. I licked his dick down to his balls and took them in my mouth as I ran my hands up and down his muscular legs. I licked up to the head of his cock and then went down on his cock about eight inches and then drew my lips back up along his shaft. I sucked his cock this way for two or three minutes. Then I licked up and down it for a couple of minutes. Finally I sucked on the head of his cock for a couple of minutes.

I reached between his legs as I was sucking his cock and continually massaged his perineum. He kept widening his stance and squatting lower and lower, so I wet my finger and rubbed his asshole. He backed into my finger as he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. He fucked my mouth for a while and then I stood, turned around and dropped my pants and shorts.

"Fuck me, man."

I spread my butt cheeks; he stepped out of the clothes around his ankles and pushed the head of his cock against my asshole. I was all lubed up and ready for his cock. I had made sure of that before I left home that morning. I pushed back and he pushed forward and his crown slid through my anal orifice into my ass.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, that hurts."

He held his cock there and slowly pushed forward. The shaft was bigger than the crown and the entrance of his cock spread my asshole even wider.

"Damn, man! Ow! Oh shit! Fuck that hurts so good."

Then we were past the largest part of his cock and he slid it in my ass all the way. He held it there, reached around me, stroked my chest and stomach and then started jacking my cock.

"Oh yeah, guy, I love your cock up my ass. Fuck me."

He slowly pulled his cock back and the wider part of his dick stretched my asshole again.

"Shit, man, that hurts again. Damn you've got a big dick. Hold it right there while my ass gets used to that width. Oh, yeah, that doesn't hurt so badly. Take your cock out and put it back in again. Ow, ow, ow. Slide it back and forth right there. Hurt me, man. Ow, ow, ow, now plug my ass, man. Fuck me."

He slid it all the way in and started fucking me in long strokes, putting it all the way up my ass and almost pulling it out each time. Every time he almost pulled it out, the widest part of his cock really stretched my asshole, and I all but screamed. Sometimes he stopped right where it hurt the most and just pushed and pulled a distance of a couple of inches, fucking my asshole with the widest part of his cock.

"Goddamn, that hurts, man. Ow, ow, that hurts. Hurt me, man. I love the pain. Fuck me; please fuck me hard and fast."

So he fucked my ass hard and fast, and I was moaning with the pleasure and pain. He drove his dick all the way into my ass, held it, and put his arms around my body and jacked me off.

I'm cumming, man! Ohhhhh, fuck, I love it. God, damn."

I spurted all over the ground. He started fucking my ass again and a couple of strokes later he blew his load inside of me. He stuck his cock all the way in my ass again, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the neck and ear until his cock shriveled up inside of me, and then he took it out of my ass.

I pulled up my pants as he got dressed. Then he walked away.

"Can I get your number or give you mine? Can we do this again?"

He just pushed his hand at me signaling "Go away. Leave me alone" as he walked off.

When he got 100 yards away he turned around and came back. He didn't say anything and he still didn't look directly at me. He just held out his hand.

I quickly gave him one of the cards I had prepared just for this situation.

He walked away.

Yeah, he did call, and I got his cock up my ass frequently – when he wasn't coming in my mouth with his beautiful dick instead.

There is a place in the coastal mountains where gay motorcyclists cruise. When I arrived, there was only one other person, a shirtless muscular stud. He was lying back on his motor cycle seat displaying his hard cock which was hanging out of his shorts.

I didn't need look for anybody else. If I could have sex with him I would be well satisfied. I was shirtless also. I got off my cycle and took off my pants and shorts and showed him my ass. I sure would like to have his cock up my ass. Of course, I'd also like to suck him off and have him blow his load in my mouth. Maybe I could get both. I looked over my shoulder at him. He stroked his cock.

I leaned over the seat of my bike, rested my chest on the seat and reached back and spread my cheeks. After a while I heard him walking over toward me.

"So, cutie, you want me to fuck your ass, eh?"

"Yeah, dude. Stick your big dick right up my ass."

He ran his hand down the crack of my ass and found that I was all lubed up and ready to be fucked.

"I'm ready for you, man. Let me have your cock. Fuck me."

"I'm always ready to fuck a cute ass like yours."

I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my asshole and then I felt it sliding into my ass. He had one of those cocks with a small head and a shaft that gets larger and larger as you go down. He went in my ass slowly but steadily.

I gasped and said, "Shit, man, that hurts," when he had eighty-percent of his cock up my ass.

"I can work with that."

He slowly slid his cock in and out of my ass in a rhythmic motion. Every time he got to the eighty-percent point I gasped in pain from the stretching my asshole was getting. But it was bearable each time because he would withdraw and the pain would go away.

"Oh God, your cock feels so good up my ass, man. I love the way you fuuccckkk."

He was at the eighty-percent point again and my voice had trouble with the word "fuck" as I reacted to the pain of his insertion. He wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me erect. I yelped.

"You like my cock, boy?"

"I wish I could take it all, but it would hurt too much."

"Fuck, dude, my cock's buried to the hilt in your ass. You're already taking it all. You just needed a little stretching."

He took my cock in his hand and stroked it as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my ass. He used his other hand to fondle my balls. He fucked me more rapidly and whispered in my ear,

"I'm coming. You want it in your ass?"

"Let me eat it, man. Please come in my mouth."

He pulled out of my ass, turned me around and forced me to my knees.

I opened my mouth wide. He stroked his cock a couple of times, put the head of his cock near my mouth and shot off three or four times. I savored the taste as I swallowed his cum.

He pulled me to my feet.

"Hell, man, now let me have some of your sweet dick. Just come in my mouth when you're ready.

He dropped to his knees and sucked on my cock. He had no trouble swallowing my whole cock and sucked up and down the length of it with quick, rapid sucks as he fondled my balls with one hand and stroked my muscular stomach with the other. God, it felt so fine and I resisted the urge to come as long as I could.

"Oh, fuck! Aghhhh, ohhhhhhh, gaaaaaaah! I'm shooting!"

He swallowed my cock and I unloaded in his throat. He held me in his mouth until I finished. He used his tongue and lips to collect the residual cum as he slid my cock from his mouth.

He looked up at me and said, "Rad, man, really rad."

He got to his feet and we got dressed.

"Give me a number, dude. Next time I want to lick your cute little asshole until you beg for me to fuck you. And, Jesus, man, I would really like to have your dick up my ass."

So we swapped numbers and then rode off on our separate ways, but I prayed that, like me, he was looking forward to our next encounter.

I was taking a leak in the restroom. There was a hole in the stall next to the urinal. I hadn't even noticed it until I saw a finger wiggling through it.

"Stick your cock through the hole," a voice said. "Let me suck it."

This had never happened to me before, but my cock understood because it was immediately fully erect. I'd never had anybody offer to suck my cock before.

I tentatively stuck my cock through the hole. I felt a hand stroke it, and then a warm mouth enveloped it. Whoever it was on the other side tried sucking it, but, as far as I was concerned, they weren't very good. Their teeth bit me and it didn't feel good. I pulled my cock back, put it away and left.

But, of course, I couldn't stay away. It quickly became all I thought about. So, one day, less than a week later, I went back. I checked the stall and there was nobody there. I stood at the urinal, pretending to take a piss.

A really good-looking, built guy, wearing jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt walked in, stood at a urinal and took a piss. I didn't pay any attention to him. He was far too good-looking and masculine to be a cock-sucker. I knew that cock suckers were fat old men or sissy young men. And far too good-looking to be intersted in young squirt like me.

Then something touched my leg. I looked down and an arm was pushed through the hole and was stroking my leg. I looked around and the handsome guy who had come in was gone and I hadn't even noticed. I didn't know who the guy in the stall was, either because I'd completely missed him when he came in.

I edged over toward the hole. The arm reached up and found my cock and started stroking it. It was its normal seven inches and had become erect without me noticing.

The arm disappeared back through the hole, a mouth appeared and a tongue stuck through the hole. I stepped around the partition to see who was there. It was the good-looking, well-built guy with his mouth glued to the hole. Obviously I had the wrong idea about who cock-suckers really were.

I stepped back to the hole and put the head of my cock against the tongue and it licked the head of my cock. I pushed my cock in the hole and it disappeared into a wet warm place. I kept pushing and my whole cock disappeared into what I assumed was his mouth. I held my cock there and he sucked on it with slow sucks up and down my shaft. I couldn't believe somebody could take my whole seven inches in their mouth. Nobody's mouth is that deep, I thought.

This time there were no teeth, just a slight suction that created enough friction, combined with the hot, wet mouth to drive me nuts. I could feel my orgasm building. I guess this was the way a good blow job was supposed to feel.

"Oh God, man, suck it! Suck it! Make me cum."

I felt the suction and the tempo increase as he went back and forth on my cock with his lips. I hoped he didn't stop because I was almost there.

"Uhhhhh, aghhhhhh, ooohhhhh," I moaned, as I came in his mouth.

I don't know what I expected him to do but he just kept his lips wrapped around my cock and I could feel the vibrations of him swallowing transferred through his mouth on my cock. Then he let go of my cock and I pulled it back through the hole.

"Thanks, man, that was great," he said. "Are you in here very often? I'd like to suck you again." This really surprised me. He was so good-looking.

"No, but I can give you my e-mail address and maybe we could meet somewhere else."

I wrote down the data on a piece of paper and passed it through the hole.

"I put my name on there. What name's gonna be on the e-mail?"

"Anton."

"Ok, Anton, see you around."

"You bet, Jeff. I'll email you soon."

I walked out with a warm, wet feeling in my jeans. I heard his footsteps follow me out. I felt his light tap on my shoulder and swung round.

"Hell." he said, "I know this is rushing things, but can I walk a ways with you? get to know you a little?"

"You sure can, Anton," I assured him, and smiled.