I was staying in the Hollywood YMCA because it was cheap. It certainly left a lot to be desired as far as air-conditioning went. I left the door open to let the air circulate. I was lying on the bed naked. People walked by all the time. Then I noticed a near-naked guy in briefs. He walked by dozens of times, and was now stopped outside my door. He had a hard-on. I'd heard about what went on in YMCAs. He either wanted to suck me or expected me to suck him. I wasn't queer but I wasn't averse to a gay blow job now and then.

I stroked my cock and it stood up to its full eight inches. The guy walked to my door and stood there. I stroked my cock some more.

"You want me to suck that for you?"

I motioned him forward. He slipped off his briefs, got on the bed between my knees with his ass stuck in the air and licked on the head of my cock. He wrapped his fist around my cock, gripped it tight and began to jerk it, tenderly, then with more force. I spread my legs further apart, giving him full access to my cock and my balls. With his other hand he reached down between my legs, cupped my balls, and rolled them between his fingers and thumb. He went down on my cock. He managed to take about five inches of my swollen cock in his mouth. He sucked up and down on the five inches he could take.

"I love large cocks. I just wish I could take it all."

"You're doing just fine with what you can take, man," I assured him.

He went back to sucking my cock and kept up the pace with his hand that was jacking my cock. His other hand released my balls, and his fingers moved down till they located my asshole. He touched it gingerly, let go, licked his finger and then rubbed his finger up against it. I was wiggling on the bed, squirming with pleasure and excitement. He stopping jacking my cock but kept on sucking it with his hot mouth. He reached up and ran his free hand over my chest and stomach, making whimpering sounds as he did.

I saw another person enter the room and then he disappeared from my sight.

"Oh yeah, man, that's it. Suck it."

I raised my head and looked down my body. Whoever had come into the room had slid between the cocksucker's legs on his back and was sucking my cocksucker's dick.

My cocksucker went back to sucking on my cock and the bed rocked from the motion he made while he fucked the other guy in the mouth. He grabbed my cock with the hand that had been caressing me and used it to jack the bottom part of my shaft while he sucked on the top part. The sensation was great.

I couldn't help but buck my hips as he sucked and jacked me. The squeaking and groaning of the bed was loud enough for everybody on this floor of the building to hear it. I was stroking my chest and stomach and tweaking my nipples as the pleasurable sensation in my groin grew and grew.

Somebody else had come into the room and was sucking on the second guy's cock as he sucked on the guy that was sucking me. We had a regular orgy going. Somebody else got on the bed and licked on my torso and sucked on my nipples. I ran my hand along his back, found his buttocks and massaged them. I was so into this orgy that I wasn't even aware of what I was doing. I reached under his body and stroked his hard six-inch cock. Suddenly the point of no return was reached and I came.

"Ohhh, awwwww, God damn, awhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried.

I shoved his head down on my cock and bucked my hips up, driving my cock into his mouth as I came. He held my cock in his mouth until I finished, swallowed my cum and licked up the residue as he pulled his lips up the length of my cock and let it go. He had come at almost the same time as me. The guy sucking him was still milking his cum into his waiting mouth.

"Alright everybody out," I said. I was satified for now.

Somebody said, "Let's go to my room," and the orgy moved off down the hall.

I lay back on the bed and dozed off.

I was under the bleachers sitting on the ground, leaning against a pillar eating my lunch. I'd heard that this was an area for quick guy-sex.

I heard a noise near me. I saw Steve Hanson standing there. He had his t-shirt stretched around the back of his neck exposing his hard, muscular torso. The top button of his jeans was undone. He was holding his crotch and staring at me. My cock grew painfully hard in my pants. I'd wanted to suck his cock for years. I looked at his crotch and then at him. My mouth was dry and I was hyperventilating.

"I've got your dessert right here, Paul."

I managed to croak out, "What do you want?"

"I'm really horny. I want you to suck my cock Paul. Everybody knows you're a cock-sucker. You always disappear at lunch. I followed you today. This is a good place. Nobody will interrupt us."

He walked over next to me and stood, looming over me. I could see the bulge in his pants made by his erection. He stood there stroking his bulge. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He unzipped his jeans, took out his six and a half inch uncut erect cock and hung it and his balls over the elastic of his briefs. I stared at his cock and licked my lips.

"Get up."

I stood up. My cock made a big bulge in my pants.

"I knew you wanted to suck me off. Look at that hard-on in your pants."

My eyes were still on his hard cock. I stroked my own hard-on bulge.

"Take my cock and stroke it," he ordered.

I reached over, took his cock in my hand and stroked it up and down. The foreskin rode up and over the crown with each stroke.

"Now, tell me what you want," he demanded.

"I… I… I…" The light and shadow under the bleachers spun as my head tried to comprehend that I was about to get what I wanted so badly.

"Say it, cock-sucker!"

"I want to suck your cock," I mumbled.

"That wasn't so hard, was it, cocksucker? Get on your knees." He laughed at my embarrassment.

I knelt down in front of him. The head of his head of his cock was just about touching my lips. I licked my lips.

"You want it, Paul? You want my hard cock in your mouth? You want to suck it? Beg to suck my cock, Paul, if you want it." He was revelling in his power over me.

"Please, Steve! Let me suck your cock. Let me lick your balls and suck your dick and make you shoot your load," I grovelled.

He took his cock and slapped me with it, first on one cheek and then the other.

"Open your mouth cock-sucker," he demanded.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock all the way in. It went down my throat easily.

"Jesus, man!" Steve marvelled. "I thought you'd gag on my cock. Where are you putting it?"

Since I figured that was a rhetorical question I ignored it. I wrapped my arms around his body and locked his cock in my mouth. It felt so good. All that hard male cock filling my mouth and throat was great.

My dick throbbed in my pants. I dropped my arms from his torso and sucked his cock back and forth, up and down his shaft. I used both hands to fondle his balls as I deep-throated his dick. I was in heaven and so was he.

"Oh, fuck, man! That's incredible. Oh, God, That's good. Shit."

I reached down and freed my cock. I was going to lose my load just sucking on this incredible stud and I didn't want to come in my pants.

He took my head in his hands and pushed his cock in and out of my mouth very rapidly. All of his muscles tensed as he built to orgasm. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot off on the ground. I felt my own cock spurting my load also as I watched him come.

I wanted to take his cock in my mouth to get the residual cum at least, but he pulled out his handkerchief, wiped off his cock and put it away so I did the same thing with my cock.

"That fucking cocksucker is good," I heard him mutter to himself as he walked away.

Guess who brought me dessert under the bleachers again two days later!

I was at the beach. The water was too cold to go swimming, so I was just lying on my towel half asleep, thinking about sex. There was hardly anybody on the beach. The nearest people were 100 yards away when I lay down. It was a good thing, too because I had grown a full-blown erection. The tent in my bathing suit testified to that.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a handsome young guy placed his beach towel on the sand right next to me and sat down facing the ocean.

"That's quite a boner you have there," he observed. "Can I jack it off for you?" he asked

"Are you nuts?" I exclaimed. "We're on a public beach."

"There are sand dunes behind us," he pointed out, "nobody to the right of us, and the nearest people on the left are a hundred yards away. My body is blocking their view of your erection."

He reached over and worked the head of my cock with his fingers of his right hand. I didn't pull away.

It felt so good, so I said, "Go ahead, but just keep watch for anyone coming down the beach."

He slid his hand under the leg of my bathing suit, found my balls and worked them with his fingers. I spread my legs out further. His hand dropped down and massaged me between my legs behind my balls.

"Oh, yeah!" I exclaimed.

His hand slid up, found my cock and slowly stroked it up and down inside my bathing suit.

"Yeah, man! That's good. Just like that," I told him.

I raised my hips and slid my suit down to mid-thigh. My uncut seven-inch cock stood straight up. He played with my balls for a while then he stroked my cock up and down. He took the top part of my cock and worked my foreskin up and down over my crown. I had leaked pre-cum and the head of my cock was well-lubricated. He moved his hand up and used my foreskin to rub up and down on the head of my cock.

I squirmed and wiggled my body in reaction to the pleasurable sensation and said, "Shit, man, yeah. Oh, man."

I sat up, pulled off my suit, lay back, spread my half-bent legs and bucked my hips in tandem with his stroking of my cock. He looked around casually and then bent over my cock, took five inches down his throat, sucked me up and down for about fifteen seconds and then resumed stroking the base of my cock.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Shit, yeah, man."

He put his middle finger in his mouth to get it wet, moved it between my legs, found my asshole and massaged it.

"Fuck. Oh, yeah dude! Massage my asshole." I raised my hips in the air so he had better access. He kept massaging my asshole and occasionally re-wet his finger, for about ten minutes. I lay there on the towel moaning and squirming.

He wet his finger again, returned to my asshole, worked his finger into my ass and finger-fucked me.

"Oh, shit, man. Fuck, God. Yeah, man, finger my hole."

"Shhh, be a little quieter," he warned. I hadn't realized my voice had risen to a near-shout.

"Fuck, man, it feels so good," I expalined, now in a whisper.

He looked around again and then took my cock in his mouth again. He took five inches. I bucked my hips up in to his mouth and he had the whole thing. He took that for a few seconds and then gagged and released my cock.

"I can't do your whole cock. It's too long."

"Sorry guy, I just got excited."

He half turned toward me, brought his other hand over and jacked the foreskin back and forth over my crown as he finger-fucked me with his other hand. This continued for five minutes as I moaned and groaned because of the pleasurable sensation. He moved his hand to the middle of my shaft and stroked my cock. I was getting close. I lay there with my arms by my sides, my fists clenched, partially bent forward with my abdominal muscles tensed as I held back the orgasm. I could see the crown of my cock enlarging as my cum roared up my dick to escape. He could see it too, because just as I muffled a yell and blew my load, he took the head of my cock in his mouth and I shot my load inside him.

He continued jacking my cock until I finished cumming, drew his lips up my shaft to capture any remaining cum, released my cock, sat up and casually looked around.

"You have good tasting cum. No mess to clean up. It's all down my throat. You better put your suit back on. I don't think anybody noticed anything."

"Thanks, man. That was great," I told him.

"I loved it too, guy," he said as he stood up, took his towel and wandered off down the beach.