[m4m] Becoming An Alpha Male

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This is my first story. I got bored and decided to try my hand at it. Even though this is fiction, I'm going to describe my own body as accurately as I can and use memories of people I've encountered. Pictures are of me. The background is real, but the encounters come from my imagination.

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Becoming an Alpha Male
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The Background

Some of you reading this don't need to imagine very hard, how it must be to grow up deeply unattractive. Being Asian in a subtly racist country like Australia isn't that big a deal, nor is being obese, nor being unconsciously bisexual in a homophobic all-boys school. You could even forgive yourself for being a nerd with no social skills. The thing is, these little things add up. What I did have going for me, however, was a pretty big dick... not that people would know that by looking at me, of course...

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Retrospectively I'm glad I was bullied... it was this incredible insecurity and self-consciousness that led me online to forums such as this, where I learned about jelqing and stretching exercises. As soon as I turned 18, I joined a gym and worked my literal ass off with a personal trainer. I even got my hands on a copy of The Game by Neil Strauss, and followed that paper trail to other books on picking up girls. I went so far as to join a pick-up "boot camp" to improve my game. I don't think I'd have done any of these things if the boys at school hadn't bullied me to near suicide. I was an angry kid, but their bullying was my fuel... and I had so much fuel.

Well, here I am now.

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Without that kind of abuse, I wouldn't never have become the bodybuilder I am today. I don't think my cock would be as big either if I hadn't done all those exercises. And I certainly wouldn't have whored myself across the world. The thing is... the kind of bullying people like me get in school stays with them. To this day I still feel like I need to get bigger and stronger, fuck more people and be the alpha male I was told I'd never be. That's why I am writing this story too: I need everyone to know that the bullies lost.

When did I know I was bisexual? I've subconsciously known since I was really young. But the brain is just amazing at denial. I watched gay porn because I was "just curious", even though it was more than half my porn viewing. I'd be equally nervous talking to a hot guy as a hot girl. I didn't hook up with guys I really wanted to fuck because I was supposedly straight.

That all changed in 2016. I just couldn't deny it any more. I was in a hotel room all by myself and was horny, so I downloaded Grindr and started talking to some incredibly beautiful guys that were just fucking way out of my league. I didn't hook up that night because I was scared, but I'd made a breakthrough and realised I was definitely bisexual. A week later and I had all but shed my fears.


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All of the above is not fiction. The following encounters are.
I've had plenty of hot sex with men that I might share one day, but this is a fiction forum.
These are the kind of encounters I'm still waiting to chance upon.

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ONE - My First Gay Experience

Grindr had been on my phone for about three days, and my profile picture was this:

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You've read about how for most of my life I had been ugly, unpopular and anti-social. Getting as much attention from guys as I did felt incredible, and there were some gorgeous, gorgeous men flirting with me. Of course I'd still flinch whenever I was told how hot I was, and I still don't really believe it now. Not so much these days, but three years ago I thought it was false flattery to just get into my pants.

Amongst all the men I spoke to, one really did stand out. His name was Corey and he worked at the university. Our chat was pretty hot, and we were sending nudes and talking dirty late into the night, but it was too late that night to meet, so we wished each other a good night and agreed to meet the next evening.

Corey was a white guy, a few inches taller than be and seriously sculpted by god himself. He was white, but had jet-black hair like me, and stood at a reasonable 6'1". His blue-grey eyes were hypnotic and his perfect dimpled smile couldn't help but force one out of me too. And that body of his... the kind of abs that catch droplets of sweat in their creases, a superhero chest that jutted out as much as mine did... maybe even more. Arms that bulged in every direction, rich with veins and striations, and a massive back that rippled through his T-shirt.

Of course I was nervous as I pulled into his driveway. I'd never been with a man before, and it was clear that Corey could have had any guy he wanted. When he answered the door I hid my nerves and returned a friendly smile, offering my hand to him. He took it firmly, but pulled me in for a hug. Our jutting pecs thudded together and I could feel how warm he was.

He knew it was my first time, so it began with just a bottle of wine and an exchange of stories. I'm afraid I can't share mine with you in much detail, as I'm trying to stay somewhat anonymous here, but he saw what an unapologetic nerd I am, as if the Grindr picture didn't already tell him that. And I wasn't expecting him to be the kind, shy man he was. Men that hot couldn't be that nice... could they? He wasn't cocky, but he did have fucking lethal banter, and the most full-bodied laugh that couldn't be faked. Our wineglasses empty, I stood up to refill them as an excuse to come sit closer. I could see a pretty distinct bulge in his pants as I sat beside him, and I knew he was as turned on as I was that moment.

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Our voices continued over the TV humming away in the background, but everything was hushed now. I don't know when he put his arm behind me on the couch, but that was the only sign I needed to cut the tension in the air... and lean in slowly with a tiny smirk. I moved my mouth just a few inches from his, and he came in to mine, and our lips touched for just a short moment before pulling away. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"How are you feeling?", Corey whispered.

"I'm a little nervous... but..." I let the sentence trail off.

Slowly, our lips met again, and then I felt his hand on the back of my head, and my hand reached for his huge chest, which began to rise and fall faster. We kissed passionately, barely taking the time to breathe, our hands exploring each other's bodies. He was first to take his shirt off, and I followed not long after.

"Holy shit, your pecs!", Corey exclaimed,

"Look who's talking... fucking hell..." I replied.

And with that, I pressed my chest against his while we kissed even more intensely. Muscle against muscle, and every now breaking away to grab as much flesh as we could. Corey slid me off him and climbed onto me. I thought he was coming in for another kiss... but instead his mouth travelled down to my left nipple, and he began sucking hard. Now I was rock hard and barely able to process what was going on! Girls never sucked on my nipples.. I'd never felt anything like this before and it was so intense I was shaking. Corey worked his tongue around my hard nipple, teaching it sometimes with his teeth... fuck... I could feel my briefs getting wet with precum... nipple play has always done that to me but now I knew what a mouth could feel like. I am sure I could cum just from that. And he could tell.

"Your big cock feels so fucking good right now", he said as he grinded his own boner against it through his pants, the whole while still fondling my pecs, moving his attention from one to the other.

Not really thinking, I replied, "I wanna feel yours between my pecs".

Corey paused for a moment.

"Alright. I've never done that before though..."

I couldn't wait any longer to see what was in his pants. I could see the Hugo Boss waistband poking out and the thick bulge in front that was threatening to burst out. My sights were overloaded. His handsome, youthful face above me, his rock hard abs further down and his hidden cock even further, I moved my eyes from one place to another not believing what I was seeing. Gay porn seemed so lifeless compared to what I was experiencing.

Standing up in front of the couch, Corey slowly lowered his pants to reveal his grey Hugo Boss briefs, his boner pointing to the left, a big spot of wet precum darkening the tip. I had never seen another man's hard penis in real life before and I was nervous, despite having jerked off a thousand times to cocks just like the one he had begun to reveal. It sprang up straight, rich with veins and the foreskin slightly retracted to show a end of his dark, red cockhead. It was six inches I'd say... which I've come to realise since is actually larger than average. He was completely shaven, which took me by surprise. I had a full but trimmed bush in my pants... I hoped he wouldn't mind. It was still... a fucking gorgeous cock.

I didn't think... I just grabbed it instinctively. Correy took my arm away and grabbed it himself. He gave one slow stroke, and out came a glob of precum that descended slowly onto my leg. Pushing me down sideways onto the couch, on my back he straddled me slowly, and lay his cock between my two pecs. I brought them together in a squeeze. His throbbing cock was incredibly warm. I could feel its heat in my pec cleavage as he started to pump slowly. I waited for more precum to escape, but his movements slowed.

"Just a sec", he interrupted, and stood up once more. I hadn't spoken in a long time. I didn't think I'd done anything badly, but in a moment like that when things stop suddenly, I got a little (more) nervous. Corey walked around the corner and was back in barely a moment with a bottle of massage oil.

"Lube" was all he said.

Alright, so lube really is a thing for gay men. You so seldom see people lubing up in porn. Noted.

This guy was a natural. He didn't just drop it on me. He drizzled it onto his dick and let it fall from there onto my chest. Then the pumping started up again. I looked down and saw his big dick moving toward and away from my face, my pecs on the underside of it and my hand covering the top. He didn't make a sound, but I was involuntarily moaning, trying not to breathe too hard to break his momentum. Then I saw more precum oozing out of him. As his head approached, I stuck out my tongue and caught it. Corey seemed to get the message.

His thrusting came further and further up until finally it was in my mouth, and I was tasting my pec sweat on his cock. So easily, without realising, I was sucking my first dick. I wish I could tell you it was easy, but he was thick and I was inexperienced. I gave a small gag and Corey slowed down a bit.

"Are you OK?" he asked. I felt so safe with him... he never forgot I was new to all this.

"This is so fucking hot..." was all I could muster, before trying to get further down Corey's shaft. I took it slow, and tried to swallow my saliva a little more to prevent myself from gagging. It was not an easy cock for a first timer to take, but I made him happy. I heard him groaning ever so softly, the kind of groan that wasn't meant for me but for him.

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My throbbing boner was still in my jeans this whole time and starting to hurt from having to contort for so long. I was hoping he'd take my pants off for me, but he didn't. I slowly lifted my mouth off his cock, my eyes slightly watery, my hands grasping his biceps tightly. I was grateful he stayed still and didn't try to face fuck me. My throat was already so tender.

Pulling both my jeans and my briefs off at once, by cock sprang out and slapped Corey on the leg.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit." was all he said. I was used to that reaction even from guys who had seen me.

"Yeah". Was all I said. He'd seen pictures of my 9-inch (23cm) dick on Grindr already, and I didn't have to ask him if he was going to try it. He would have to ask ME though, later. I wasn't sure if bottoming on the first time was so wise, even for a 10 like Corey.

Once again, his lips were pressed against mine, and while he lay on top of me our hard cocks rubbed against each other for a little while.I remember the feeling of my own hard cock gliding past his then slapping his abs. You don't see a guy as cut as Corey very often.

Standing up I invited him onto his knees on the couch... I like to get sucked standing. Maybe it's a dominance thing from all my years getting bullied; I like being looked up to. Corey explored my circumcised head with his tongue for a moment before his lips touched. My dick gave a tiny jerk as his mouth began to engulf it. His hand came up to the base, but didn't move. He just knelt there with his mouth moving along my head. Slowly it comes down my shaft, and Corey begins to find a slow rhythm. I'd be lying if I said men usually give better oral than women (they're about the same), but he was damn good! I remember rubbing my hard nipples, still sticky with oil, while he worked his mouth over my dick.

"Can I sit on it?", he asked gently, his grey eyes piercing mine. I simply nodded, and he leaned over to pull a condom out of his trousers. I said nothing as he tried to slide it on me, and when I reach over for my own brand, he takes the hint.

As I went to lie back down on the couch to put it on, Corey stopped me and pointed down the corridor to the bedroom. Once we'd placed a towel on it I lay down, and he climbed on top of me with lube in hand. I couldn't help but once again admire his incredible physique, and just hoped my own body pleased him half as much. I wish I could describe his incredible bubble butt to you but words utterly fail.

Corey began to slide down onto my shaft very slowly, waiting a few moments once we made contact. I could feel him starting to open up. I looked only at his face... his eyes and mouth were closed and he was staying still. As he sank down further, stopping every now and then, I tried not to move either. Our aggressive groping and sucking had subsided now and everything began to calm as he finally made his way all the way down, right to the base. I'd fucked girls in the ass a few times, but I still couldn't believe it.

"Just go slow", Corey whispered.

"I know", I returned, gyrating my hips just a little, watching his face carefully for pain. Gradually our movements quickened, and I could hear his ass slapping against my legs. It was strange seeing his cock flopping in front of me... hot as fuck... but still very alien to me back then. Corey's moaning and my own began to change, and I was grunting as I thrusted deep inside him back and forth, getting as much motion as I could without pulling out. Corey was holding his breath, I could tell, and I slowed down to let him recover.

"Don't stop" he moaned at me, but I was already out.

"Lie on your stomach" I quietly urged him, and he obliged.

Carefully I pushed my throbbing dick back inside him, enjoying his slight whimper. As soon as I was inside him, I fell onto his back, crushing him just a little as my hand reached for his, up by his head. I loved feeling my thick muscular arms against his, especially when they were positioned like that and bulging like I couldn't believe. As I began to thrust harder I could see his bubble butt jiggling just a tiny bit every time I hit it with my pelvis. Fast I went and louder we both grew, until both of us began swearing loudly between grunts. I could see sweat building up in the crevasses on his back, but it could easily have been mine dripping onto him.

As I slowed to catch my breath, the next words that left my mouth came to both of us as a surprise. I leaned into his ear.

"I want you to fuck me", I whispered into his ear.

Corey just looked at me inquisitively for a moment, sweat dripping down his brow.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I think so."

As my cock left his warm body he let out one last groan and I tied up the condom and threw it on the floor.

"That condom I opened before was my last one"

A moment passed.

"I think I trust you."

"Never trust guys on Grindr. Jesus fuck... I thought you were meant to be smart." he chuckled.

I simply stared at him, my mind working hard to find a plan B.

"You wanna cum?"

"No... I'll lie on my back. It's best if you're on top and in control. Don't let other guys talk you into raw sex."

Not another word. I simply obeyed. Unsure how much lube was needed, I passed Corey the bottle and he applied a modest amount to his growing erection. Taking his cock in his hands he began to stroke as I watched it harden.

When Corey was ready, I stole one more kiss from him before pressing my hole against his hard-on. Everything was hyper sensitive and I went very still as well. But just like that, I felt him enter me, and down I slid... easily. I don't know if it was the prostate massagers I've used in the past, but it didn't hurt as I thought it would. There was just a lot of internal pressure but no sting... and holy shit... holy shit... HOLY SHIT! If this was not natural for men, how the hell did it feel so damn good?! How had I waited this long to try it? I had another man inside me and not just any man... one of the hottest guys in the entire city was exploring me. I didn't start slow at all. I began bouncing on his cock like there was no tomorrow, not even bothering to touch my own. Feeling his dick against my prostate was more than enough pleasure.

I wish I could confess that I stayed hard, but I had reduced to a semi and it was slapping against his abs as we both moved. Harder and faster we went. Harder. Faster. Louder. The old sweat was still there and I could see that Corey's face was bright red. He was giving me an intense, aggressive look. His hands were on my shoulders and his outstretched arms were creating a fucking massive cleavage in his pecs.

I grabbed my dick and started stroking... not easy to do while riding him, I discovered. I slowed my pace so that I could jerk off harder... and harder. I was going to cum.

"I'm close", I puffed as I had one hand on my dick and the other on his waist.

I was stroking furiously, no longer thrusting my ass over his dick. Instead, Corey began pumping me. His hands moved from my shoulder to my nipples, and he only had just begun playing with them when my senses went overboard and everything began spinning. I shouted moaned at the top of my lungs as I shot a huge spurt of cum all over his abs, followed by a second even bigger wad on his chest. I had my eyes on his pec cleavage. Again and again I shot, one or two spurts hitting that massive dent between his muscle tits, the rest covering his abs and neck.

As my own intense orgasm began to subside, Corey started pumping harder and faster. I ran my hands through the massive load I'd covered him in, and began working my cum onto his nipples. He began to swear, not as loudly as my but loud enough for me to know he was in total ecstasy. A few big pumps and his throbbing cock stay still, deep inside me. I didn't feel the cum itself, but I could feel his cock pulsing with spurt after spurt. I'd been bred by a super-hunk.

Getting up off his cock just a little too early, I saw his cock head drip a few more drops of his thick white cum... much thicker than mine. This I took with my hands and wipes onto his chest where it could mix with mine. Then I lay down against him, my body meeting his, our cum between us. And there we lay for a minute.

Corey and I met a few times after that... less frequently over time, and never since I started dating my boyfriend. But we're still friends on Facebook, and I'm glad to see he's living a great life. Every now and then, I'll scroll through a few of his photos with my dick in my hand, remembering those hot nights we spent together.


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PART TWO - Sex At the Gym
PART THREE - The Gay Bath House
PART FOUR - Finding Love
 

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TWO - Sex at the Gym

I don't really have a "type". People are just so fucking beautiful. Every colour of skin, gender, height, size, or age has something I like, and I don't have favourites any more. I did when I was younger... but I guess people are a little prejudiced against something until they try it for the first time. Slowly my old prejudices wore away, and whereas I wasn't previously into older men, I came to like it when I met the right ones. Whereas before Asian women didn't appeal to me, when the time came to actually be intimate with someone, I finally recognised the amazing, sexy person she was. The most recent barrier to break was effeminate men. I always saw myself as a "masc for masc" kind of person, but I guess not.

The closest thing that comes to a "type", though, is the hyper masculine straight guy that projects alpha energy. Not because I find him more attractive than anyone else, but because I see him as a challenge. The buff, handsome man that can get a girl (or guy) on their knees with just a coy look. Psychiatrists might draw the conclusion that I seek out that kind of guy as a kind of revenge on the popular jocks that used to humiliate me as a kid. The psychiatrists would be right. Dominating powerful men had become an addiction now, and like many newfound gay/bi men, I still saw being the "top" as holding power. I took pride in sticking myself inside tall, muscular tops.

I'd been on Grindr for a few months now, and was getting naked with three different guys a week, on average. That comes with its risks, but the monthly blood tests were coming back negative. Hooking up with women was far less frequent, perhaps once a month. When all you need on Grindr is a "hello" and a few photos, dating becomes an unnecessary time investment. I missed the thrill of the chase though. Working for sex, to me, was almost as fun as the sex itself. It was a social power play, and an emotional intimacy that was just as intense as the physical intimacy.

I guess it was this thrill of the hunt that got me so interested in Donovan. Picture him if you can... a 6'2" white man in his mid-forties with short light brown hair, brown eyes, and a perfect five-o-clock shadow that stood out even more against perfect, shining white teeth. Imagine an untattooed body with muscled that threatened to burst through skin: shoulders that jutted out, round hard biceps, a wide back that tapered down to a thin V waist, a six pack that was just shy of an eight-pack. His thick tree-trunk legs threatened to burst out of his shorts, and because his was was so thin and his legs so thick, his rock-hard, round ass poked strained the fabric with nowhere to hide. His bulge was usually hidden but there were times it would poke out... especially when he was lying down doing bench presses. The fabric would fall over his crotch and reveal a beautiful thick cock and a huge set of balls... balls way bigger than most men had.

Watching Donovan bench was glorious. Watching that godly chest heave and ripple as he pushed, a thick cleavage forming at the top of the press, flattening out as the bar came down. The fucker was bigger than I was, and I resented not being the biggest stud in the gym. He was my prize, and I had to have him.

There was an art to this, and I knew I had to win him over in the shower. It was the only place where my huge 9-inch monstercock could impress him... but the problem with my gym is that there is a communal shower and a set of private ones, and the communal one was never used. Every time I followed Donovan into the showers, he'd enter a private booth and change in there too.

Chatting had been easy enough. I am not shy in any aspect of my life, and there are only a few men in my gym confident enough to spot Donovan's seriously heavy weights. So I offered when I could, stealing a chance to chant to him between sets. The fucker was an interesting guy too. Nice job organising cultural events around the city, and a whole bunch of hobbies like rock climbing, fishing and photography... so we had virtually nothing to bond over except our love of lifting. To make matters even worse, he had a girlfriend who he'd been with for two years. Under normal circumstances I would have done the right thing and left him alone, but I was obsessed and kinda cruel. I do sometimes regret what I did to him...

Getting a straight man to pay any attention to you is hard, as I'm sure most of you know. We've all had the fantasy, right? Well, a few weeks into our chats and Don and I had started to work out together once a week. I bought a special pair of shorts to help the cause...

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When I'm fully soft, not much really shows, but get me excited and there's no hiding it. Helps if you wear them a little higher too, of course. On Friday morning we were doing deadlifts when I decided the time to act had come. So I put the right thoughts into my head, and I could start feeling blood enter my penis. I walked up to the bar to start lifting, feeling the erection intensify as I did, and then I began the lift, bringing the bar up to near cock level, letting my bulge jut out. I started to approach my full erection at just three reps of a planned ten, when I dropped the bar and turned to Don.

"Sorry man, can't finish the set. You go... I'll be back in a minute", I huffed while pulling my singlet as far down as I could, subtly indicating to him what the problem just in case he hadn't seen it. Don said nothing, and just gave me a thumbs up as I walked away.

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I waited in the toilet a minute and tried to let my erection subside... it took a little longer than I had hoped. Walking back to the deadlift station, I offered a small apology and again Don said nothing. Damn... didn't work.

My turn came up again, and I thought to myself that maybe a second try would be successful, so I pictured Don bent over, me behind him slapping his perfect ass with my throbbing cock. Sure enough, I began hardening up. Three reps in, I dropped the bar.

"Fuck, sorry man. I'm just not feeling it today", I offered as my excuse.

"Dude, just go jerk off already", he retorted.

I just gave him a quick glance then turned away to face the wall and adjust myself. Bingo.

"Big fuckin' dick you've got there mate... Fuuuuck...", came his voice form behind me.

"I'm so sorry man. I dunno whats up. You finish the set... I don't want to make you uncomfortable... I'll see you in a bit." And I walked off briskly to the showers again.

Now it was time to play the waiting game. I entered a cubicle, locked the door and slid back out from under it and proceeded to lock all but one of the showers from the inside, and walked into the last one, leaving it unlocked, hoping to hell nobody else would try to take a shower. As I began tugging on my hard veiny cock, I listened carefully for footsteps. A few people came and went, and peeking under the stall I knew they weren't Donovan. They were just there to use the toilets and lockers, I guess. Ten minutes I waited. Then fifteen...

Then twenty. I was ready to cum and go home, willing to try another day, when a thud sounded in the stall beside me. The door was being pushed against. Before I had time to register it, my own door opened, and Donovan stood there fully clothed, taking a half step in before he realised I was in there, holding my cock in my hand, my muscled body still sweaty from the workout.

He froze for a second, and I had barely enough composure to keep my cool and just calmly look him in the eye will continuing to stroke, fighting my instinct to turn away and stop.

"Shit!" Was all Don could stutter as I turned around and closed the stall door behind him... but he didn't walk away. He stood on the other side as I called out to him.

"All good man. Sorry about that... I thought I'd locked it."

"Dude you still haven't cum? What the fuck is taking you so long?"

I stayed silent to him and just kept stroking slowly, my fingers caressing the veins that snaked across my shaft.

"Maksim... are you OK in there?" he spoke in a softer tone.

"I dunno what's up with me today... My body is being weird. I can't cum... could you get me a towel please? I'm gonna go home."

A towel appeared above the stall door, and I pulled it toward me and wrapped it around myself, making sure my cock made the biggest possible tent in the front. And then I stepped out.

"Fuuuuckin hell..." was all he said, his eyes fixated on the bulge in my towel.

"Usually I'd say it's a blessing, but on occasions like this where I can't even finish a workout..."

I walked away from him and toward the lockers where my clothes were, not trying to come on too fast. I wouldn't let him see how nervous I was... he was, still, a straight guy, who probably had never fantasized about a man before. When I heard his footsteps following, I knew I was on the right track... he was meant to be showering right now, but instead he was trying to catch another look. And so I obliged and dropped my towel on the bench as I went to pick up my underwear and pretend to be modest.

"You got much work today?" He tried to change the subject.

"Not more than usual. Mostly planning for tomorrow", I returned casually. Then I looked to him and just gave him a very, very brief smile. Putting on my boxer briefs with an erection is still pretty easy if I push it to the side, but that day I pretended to struggle getting it inside. Donovan was busy rummaging through his gym bag for his toiletries, but I noticed him continuing to steal glances. I kept feigning my underwear struggle for just a few more seconds.

"It happens, hey? Women think we just get hard when we're horny but sometimes it just happens"

"I think I *am* horny, mate..." I respond, fiddling with my things so as not to look like all my attention was on him.

A moment of silence, and then, "Go take care of it then."

I offered I smiling nod, then walked back into the shower stall, locking it this time. I could hear Don trying all the other stalls, no luck. Then the communal shower started up, and checking underneath the stall door I could make out Donovan's beautiful calves. Allowing him two minutes to himself, I jerked off a while in my stall before walking out to the communal shower fully hard.

There he was, this god of a man, jerking off himself. Water was running down his blood-pumped muscles, darkening his hair. His cock, as I expected, wasn't nearly as big as mine, but boy was it thick. Slightly darker than the rest of him, I couldn't help but stare a while. His massive balls were bounding to his quick strokes. I broke the silence.

"You fucking crazy? Anyone could walk in here."

"Stalls are all shut", he quipped.

"Use mine", I respond, standing by the door, holding it open for him.


I saw him hesitate a moment, then reach down to grab his things and walk over. I guess since he'd seen me naked, me seeing him naked wasn't such a big deal. Once I'd locked the stall and he had dumped his toiletries in the corner, I turned away from him and began jerking, and he did the same under the shower, facing away from me. At first I didn't look, but after a few moments I started stealing more and more glances, and then finally we both looked at each other at the same time, first down at our cocks, then up at each other's eyes. The silent looking game went on a while as I slowly shifted to face him. He didn't move at all, though.

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It felt like a while, but in reality we were only jerking off for about two minutes when we turned to face each other. I was smirking, and he wasn't. His face was intense but not as shy as it was earlier. Our hands still for a moment, and the shower still running until Don's back, I reached out to his cock to tug on it. He pushed my arm away instantly, but I returned a moment later. Again he swatted me off. I looked into his stunning face with my coy smile, then raised a finger to my lips, assuring him that this male bonding moment was ours to keep secret.

When my hand returned a third time there was no resistance. I began tugging, waiting for him to reciprocate. I waited a while, but my patience paid off when his thick veiny forearm grabbed my hard shaft. All Don could do was whisper a slow, soft "Fuck..." before returning to silence. I began thrusting into his outstretched hand, as my gazed danced across his wet body. All those muscles that protruded from him, all that bulging strength and power, connected to my own body via his hand.

I broke the silence with a few words "Shit man, I've never done anything like this before." A massive lie. He said nothing, so I continued to push my luck.

"You wanna suck each other off?"

"That's a bit far for my comfort level." he muttered, looking down at both our cocks, which had by now rubbed against each other a few times thanks to my insistence.

Not insisting with words, I reached my free hand out to his left nipple and begin squeezing gently. The act was returned with a short moan of pleasure. Donovan's eyes closed, and I reduced the shower pressure to a light stream. Then I let go of his cock to attend to his other hard nipple, jutting out from his massive pecs. Don was now rubbing himself very fast, and I could sense he was about to cum by the way his body tightened.

"Not yet." I whispered, and took his hand off his raging boner.

I leaned into his chest and stole a kiss off his nipple, after which I put my hands on his huge shoulders, pushing him down. This time no protest. He sank to his knees and began to cover the tip of my monster cock with his mouth. No licking, just straight to business. I was moaning my pleasure softly to assure him he was pleasing me. His mouth never made it far down my shaft, but it was amazing enough to feel him on the end. I stay still, allowing him to work into a rhythm. He felt incredible, but he LOOKED even better. From where I stook I felt so powerful above him. Seeing his muscle god on his knees worshipping me... he was drop dead gorgeous, but it was the power I felt coursing through me that really got me aroused.

With just a few whispers of encouragement, Don kept going, combining his mouth with some long but fast strokes of his hand. The intensity began to build up inside me. My cock began tingling and my nipples hardened quickly ad my breathing increased. I said nothing because I was going to cum in this fucker's mouth. I wanted that last piece of power over him. He HAD to taste me. The pressure built up more... and more... and more... until I was past the point of no return. I felt a burst of cum run up through my penis and exit into Don's mouth. He recoiled instantly, and more and more spurts came out. The next two massive wads hit his torso, and ran down his body as it mixed with the shower water. This was going to be one of my biggest loads ever. After all, I had been edging for a long time waiting for this exact moment.

Six huge spurts. Eight... and by the eleventh it had petered out to a steady slow drip. The lust for power had left me, and I'm sure you know the feeling... the change of mood that happens right after an orgasm. I felt bad for leading Don all this way and not giving him much pleasure. I had been set on taking sexual dominance over him. That need had been filled, and now I was ready to submit to him, so I fell to my knees as he stood up. I began to suck his dick as well as I could. In the few months since my first man, I had gained a lot of practice, and I was going to give Don my very best effort.

Hard and fast I pumped my face over his boner, my two free hands playing with his nipples. I could easily tell he was overwhelmed with pleasure because his hands were pushing hard against the two opposite stall walls. I heard a stranger enter and leave the locker room, and the thought of being so close to public drove me wild. Don didn't have to tell me he was close either. His already hard and thick cock grew a fraction of an inch more and engorged with even more blood. I couldn't believe it! A moment later, his hot seed was in my mouth. I wasn't going to spit it out. I wanted his manliness inside my body forever, so I lustfully took in every drop before slowly pulling my mouth off.

Kissing didn't seem appropriate. This was a bonding experience, not a romance. We just looked at each other with exhausted smiles, took turns to wash up, then took turns to leave the stall... Me first with the towel, so that I could fetch a second towel for Don.

We never sucked each other off again, but watching each other jerk off became a natural thing for us. It didn't happen every time. Perhaps just half a dozen times in the year that followed. Then suddenly he stopped coming into the gym. Maybe he'd moved... who knows. I asked the owners. who said nothing more than his membership had expired. I hope I get to see him sometime in the future.


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THREE - The Gay Bath House

The night I reached my sexual prime was December 30th 2017. I was 29 years old, and a little over a year had passed since my first male sexual experience. I had slept with over a hundred different men that year, and thirteen women. Life was great: I seldom even jerked off because the sex was so regular, and I felt increasingly capable of pleasing myself and other men. My body was in great shape, even though I was a little smaller than I am now.

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Like most Australians, I'm addicted to travel, and there's something about a hotel room that brings out the most primal parts of me. This time I was road tripping across South Africa for six weeks on my own, and hooking up with strangers as often as I could. When I found myself in Cape Town around New Year's, all the major tourist attractions like Robben Island had already been fully booked, so apart from Table Mountain I was basically without anything to do except gym and fuck... and fuck I did. It's still my personal record, having had five different men ride my cock in just one day. I may be tempted to write about that sometime.

I shouldn't digress. I was in Cape Town for New Year's and I'd heard it had a great gay scene, so I went out on my own... not something I really enjoy doing but I was enjoying the freedom of travel and the kind of sexual power that comes with so much sex. First I went to the bars, where I was looking a little awkward on my own, far too sober for everyone around me. After getting groped a few times I left and walked down the road in the warm night.

Has anyone heard of the gay bath house there called Hothouse? It's a great venue that's open 24 hours over that period, and it's a gay man's dream. It's huge for a start. This double-story venue has several different pools and saunas to enjoy, a number of open booths for watching porn and communal jerking off, a few bars to chat over drinks, a maze to get lost in and bump into strangers, and a bunch of private booths to fuck in. There was also a stage, where exhibitionists can show their stuff.

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It being the day before New Year's Eve, the place was packed even at 1:00am, and it was mostly tourists. I was required by house rules to wear only a towel (as the pictures show), but it was very common for men to walk around naked. In fact, there was hardly any modesty... most men WERE naked. A few were in dark corners fucking loudly, and others were jerking off in the porn booths. Others still were at the bar chatting, kissing and sucking each other off. A few brave men were even on the stage, mostly dancing and letting other men grab them.

The place was raucous, an open orgy where the normal house rules were being ignored (you're not really supposed to be having public sex), but at least they weren't fucking in the water. I can't state clearly enough how beautiful these men were. What made them even better to me was that this fuck party was not an aggressive one - I felt safe. Lots of smiling, lots of chatting, and a few free drinks coming my way.

I wasted no time. Having had a few drinks in exchange for some nice conversations and some flirting, I found myself walking upstairs over to the sauna (in the top picture). There were already five men in it, but they shuffled to the side to make room for me. When my towel came off revealing my 7-inch, thick flaccid cock, I was met with a few smiles and nods of approval. As I slid in, the people round the sauna introduced themselves. They were tourists visiting from Sweden and all knew each other... apparently I'd forced my way into a private session unknowingly, but I was welcomed nonetheless.

I was horny as hell at the sight of all these naked men around me. The sauna was slightly too small for all of us (as you can probably see), and our legs were touching, mixing and discovering each other. We all had the decency not to let our feet go exploring, but the prospect of encountering someone's genitals was never far from the front of my mind. It was too loud to talk intimately. All we could do was exchange pleasantries with our raised voices, smile, and drink.

"So where are you from?"
"How long have you been in South Africa?"
"What is the weather in Australia like right now?"

It was the kind of small talk that meant so little, but where body language would take over and the height of a nod or the raising of an eyebrow spoke volumes. I don't know when the first hand wandered over to my dick, but I was still soft despite being horny. I looked to my left, and the dark blonde boy beside me, perhaps 20 years old, smirking at me. I said nothing as he worked his hand over me under the water, feeling blood rush into my expanding dick. Whereas before the bubbles from the sauna were hiding my penis from view, my erection had grown so that it was now just under the surface, and all the men around me could see what was going on. One by one, they brought their hands below the water, and the conversation came to an abrupt end.

Water was lapping against the underside of my pecs, tickling my nipples. I'd made sure to visit the gym that afternoon to make sure my muscles were hard and on full display, and by the amount of times my pecs had been grabbed that evening, I'd say I did a good job. The sauna play was intensifying. Two men had begun kissing, and my hand was on the cock of the guy beside me. He had a very average cock - not exactly small, but it was rock hard. It was at this point that the man behind the bar gave us a holler and told us not to get riled up in the water. It was too late for me to return to small talk though, so I politely excused myself and fully hard now. I walked back downstairs and into the maze.

It was dark... almost pitch black. The whole point to the maze was to walk past other men who were wandering around, stopping for a quick kiss or jerk if there was interest. You can imagine how crowded it was that night, with my hard cock was brushing past men as I walked down the narrow corridors, many of them giving it a quick tug as I walked past, not stopping to reciprocate. Who knows how long I was there... two minutes, five? Passing my a few glory holes I did spy a monstercock belonging to a black guy hidden from sight, and it was probably larger than mine. I was desperate to shove it down my throat but there was a queue of three guys waiting their turn, so I walked on. In other corners were rooms with doors that didn't lock, and I'd open one to see couples banging each others' brains out, and I'd peek a little while, rubbing myself as I watched. As soon as others came I left, continuing my explorations.

In one corner of the maze there was a mini theater with tiered seating and a projector casting a hardcore fuckfest onto the opposite wall. It wasn't the porno that caught my attention: it was the black man lying down on his back on the first tier, getting fucked by another black man. This bottom was beautiful. He wasn't supremely muscular but he had a tight, toned body and a beautiful round butt. It was his face I loved most... deep dark eyes that were accented by striking eyebrows, a row of pearly white teeth, framed by bright pink lips. He had a beautiful square facial structure with a sharp jaw that superheroes are meant to have. Behind the man holding his legs up and ploughing him fast was a line of five other men. A gang bang.

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I'd always wanted to participate in a gang bang, so I took a condom from the dispenser and tried to put it on, but alas it would not fit. Meandering back to the lockers and fetching one of my own, I made it back to the theater, but when I returned the line had increased to seven men, and I made eight. Waiting was not a problem. I continued jerking off to the men in front of me, and was even given a helping hand by the man who had just joined the queue behind me. If I'd been complimented for my body or my cock, I didn't hear it. The man in front of me was a little older - perhaps forty - and slightly chubby, but I didn't mind. He was hairy as fuck and I liked that. I didn't touch him but I loved watching him force his way into the bottom's ass and pump vigorously.

I had waited a while for my turn... perhaps nearly half an hour. That's one thing porn movies don't teach you... Each guy in a gang bang in a porn only takes two minutes. In reality they take five or more. Well my turn had come, and I had just put on my condom and taken hold of the young man's legs. I could see his hole had already been stretched out a little, so I didn't need to worry about too slow an entry. He wasn't even looking at me.... was he tripping on ecstasy? All he did was open a pack of lube and rub it over his hole. I thrusted quickly into him as deep as I could go, just once, letting him know a monster cock had arrived... and he got the message loud and clear. Silent until now he let out a yelp and pulled himself off my cock. Now the bastard was looking, and not smiling I continued to hold his legs and wait for him to slide back over my throbbing cock.

This time I moved slower, not that it did much to prevent him from bleating. I found it really fucking hot that he'd not made any noise for the men before me. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw that the line has disfigured as a few of the men came round to watch. I pumped away for a time, looking around me regularly at the small crowd that had gathered. I'd never fucked for a crowd before, but it felt powerful to be admired. Having learned that fucking before a crowd gave me pleasure, an idea came to me that took over all my ambition for the evening.

The bottom's eyes remained shut as I pulled out slowly, my veiny cock retreating from his hole. As I began to peel off the condom, the man behind me walk up beside me, placed a hand on my shoulder, then slid it down my sweaty torso to my cock. The condom now off, he gave it a few short tugs before taking hold of the bottom''s raised legs.

I had been walking around the building for quite some time, looking for the man I wanted to fuck. I had spotted one beautiful black bodybuilder and approached him... but he didn't return interest, and I was fuming as a result. Somewhat drunk, I sat at the bar and drank for a little while, talking to some older men beside me who were class acts and really nice people, but none of whom I was particularly attracted to. My erection had lasted almost an hour across the night and I was getting drunk, and it was well past 3:00am. I was unable to stay hard so I let my long but limp cock flop over my right leg. Men would come by to stroke it occasionally, but I couldn't get it hard. Actually I was waiting at the bar for a Viagra. The bartender said he could get me one from a pharmacy at a ridiculous price, but I needed it.

It was my good fortune that I had to wait, because who should come and sit beside me than the damn hottest man in the house. Did he notice me and come, or did I get lucky? He was an average 5'10" and well built... not muscular in the same sense as me... more stocky muscular like a rugby player. In his mid-20's, he had a full but short beard that was light brown, just a shade darker than his dark blonde hair. His light brown eyes were slightly slanted downward, giving him a kind look. He was very hairy, and the moisture on his body from being in the sauna made it look thicker than it really was. A monstrous treasure trail of hair led below his towel.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he said.
"I'll buy... what are you having?" I responded.

We got talking, and I found out he was a local boy from the neighboring town Stellenbosch, and was just here for a few days to celebrate New Years with friends. When he saw the bartender hand me a bright blue pill, he asked what I was doing with that and I responded simply with the truth, that I wanted to have sex tonight. It was late, and like I said, I was drunk, and I'm a confrontation person even when sober.

"Are you looking for a little fun yourself?", I wondered.
"Will you split that pill with me?" Joe responded.

Of course I did, so we finished our drinks, and continued what turned out to be an incredible conversation. This young man was intelligent, and that's a huge turn on for me. Joe was studying medicine, and had travelled all over the world as I had. You would never tell from his body nor mine, but we were both massive nerds who loved fantasy fiction and online gaming. Soon enough we were holding hands... then kissing, then feeling each other all over... and suddenly the bar was becoming an inappropriate place to be. Retreating to a couch just off the main floor, I sat Joe down and mounted him, scarcely taking my mouth off his.

"Are you a top or bottom?" I asked
"Vers top... you?"
"Same. I don't bottom much... but I would for you."
"Same."

Grinding away at each other for a long time, we said nothing. I wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. He had a killer body but I couldn't even look at it because his face was so beautiful. Hollywood celebrity beautiful. He had a big dick too... almost 7 inches hard, and uncut. Above him I was grinding my cock into his as we kissed, and our kisses were punctuated with quiet moans. A few people had gathered round, and one placed his hand on my back but when I showed no interest in him he retreated. I wanted this Adonis to enter me and let me forget where I ended and he began.

Stopping for only a moment, I searched for the nearest condom basket, seeing a few smiling faces as I walked. When I returned with a few, I quickly handed one to Joe. I had learned by now that it's usually much faster to let a person put on their own condom. Hopefully there was a packet of lube in the small handful I had brought. Joe's cock head was dark red/brown, and as much as I wanted to feel it in the back of my throat, I wanted even more to feel its warmth buried inside me while other men stood around merely wondering what my bubble butt would feel like.

Feeling the pressure of his hard cock on my hole, I gyrated my ass slightly. I thought I caught a camera flash go off behind me but phones were banned inside. I was safe. It was easy to start opening up. I was horny and ready to take his huge cock. I could feel it pulsating as I slid down, my eyes wandering across his body from his handsome face to his muscular body. This was a man who had no shortage of guys lining up to be with him, I'm sure. What a top he was too. He knew exactly the angle ti pump me to best stimulate my prostate, and I stayed rock hard as he pounded me, making a slapping sound against my butt that cut across the music. With one hand I rubbed my nipple, and with the other I rubbed one of his. Joe was not going fast at all... perhaps he was a lover, not a fighter, but when my turn came I would hammer him with all my might. Flip fucking had become my favourite kind of sex.

It was almost 3:30am and half the crowd had disappeared, but a serious cohort of beautiful men remained. What I loved about riding Joe was my opportunity to look about me and see several of them jerking off from a distance. By a gesture of my head I beckoned them closer to come watch. As crazy as it sounds, I also tried to soften my erection into a semi so that my cock could slap against Joe's torso... I tried to make it happen, but I could only stay hard, my cock pointing 10'o'clock upward and bouncing only slightly.

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There were several other couples having sex in the main area... perhaps eight or ten by my estimates, but Joe and I had attracted the biggest crowd by far. One brave young twink came up to us and put his hands on Joe's bicep while the other hand pleasured him. Joe didn't seem to mind all the attention and I sure as shit adored it myself. Another older guy - at least fifty - came up behind me and slapped his dick on my back a few times before retreating back into the crowd. We didn't have much of a barrier... just a few between between ourselves and the wall of men that had formed. Men started calling out "Fuck that ass!" and "Fucking hot!". I heard mostly South African accents but a few American ones as well.

A respectable crowd had formed around us now, and Joe had been fucking me hard for ten minutes. I'd tried two other positions... first on my back with my legs in the air, and then standing but slumped over the couch while he fucked me doggy. I wasn't in any kind of pain; Joe was hung like a horse but I never really hurt. It was an incredible amount of pressure though, and hearing my yells of ecstasy blend in with the blaring music and cheers from the crowd turned me on so much. One guy who was jerking off to my left had cum loudly, and his seed was spraying all over the floor. Nobody seemed to mind. People had been cumming on the floor all night, but most of them had had the decency to wipe the floor with their towels.

Joe pulled out of me slowly, and another man (he looked like a local) came up to try and fuck me next, but I declined with a simple placement of my hand on his shoulder and a sorry look. It was my time to be inside this hunk and I was going to ravage him with my enormous penis. Holding his hand and leading him to the platform (in the second picture above in this post) I positioned him onto his knees at the edge of the platform so that I could fuck him standing... doggy... like he had fucked me. I pressed myself against his hole. His butt was so round and hard that it was too big for me to get a firm grip, so I squeezed it from either side.

As he began to open for me, I heard a gasp of pain escape him. When he asked me to wait, I withdrew. We tried for a very long time... almost as long as Joe had been fucking me. I was just glad that most of the crowd had hung around while we tried to get going. When I first made it deep inside him with but two or so inches left, I began thrusting, but after just a few pumps Joe was in too much pain to continue. This was shit lube.

"Lube!" I simply shouted at the crowd, and like that a young twink hobbled over to the basket and brought more... that was the power Joe and I commanded over these men. What a fucking turn on. Eventually we did find our groove, and I began incredibly slowly. I hunched over him, feeling his back muscles against my hard chest, my hands grabbing his huge muscle tits. I could feel another man's dick rubbing against me from behind, but as long as he didn't try to fuck me I offered no protest. Another man had his cock right by my lips, but I didn't suck him. Why would I, when this god of a man was hosting my cock inside him? That was all I wanted.

Shuffling onto the stage, we assumed the missionary position, Joe wrapping his legs around me while i placed my hands on the floor beside his head. This feeling was incredible. He was tight, and I was swearing under my breath. His ass was warm as fuck and so was his breath and it mingled with mine. We were both incredibly sweaty and slippery, but the shining sweat just made Joe more beautiful. In this position, with Joe's hands wrapped around the back of my neck, I could admire his pec cleavage and I pumped, but I barely cast my eyes away from his. His eyes were hypnotic and we chad a chemistry that could have turned into real love if we were anything more than a fleeting fantasy to each other, had I not been a tourist.

As I slowly withdrew inch after bulging inch from Joe's ass, he began to stroke. His movements were rapid and focused. He was looking all over my body and at the crowd around him, who were sympathetically jerking off with him, save two men who were busy kissing. I tore off the condom and began to stroke fast, but Joe had begun spasming already, and was moaning loudly. A spurt of cum erupted from his cock, a foot straight up into the air, landing on his torso and catching in his treasure trail. I was going to cum too and allow my cum to mix with his.

"Sir please! Please fuck me sir!" Came a persistent voice from beside me as I stood over Joe with my cock in both hands. A young twink with dark brown hair stood naked and erect before us both. I turned to Joe, who had already worked his way up into a seated position. He simply shrugged his shoulders like he was out of the game, having cum already. My eyes looked at the kid... and he *was* kinda cute. Joe could see I was becoming interested in the boy, so he place his hand on my shoulder, and we both leaned in for one last passionate his, before he stood up and walked into the crowd, his beautiful cum dripping down his body.

I had a little time to examine the young man who wanted me inside him. Barely legal, I'd say, and incredibly skinny too... but handsome. Yeah, very handsome. He had large, blue, piercing eyes and smooth skin. His normal-size cock was standing hard and pointing directly at me. I wanted to cum though, so I wasn't going to bother with any kind of foreplay and I told him as much. Heading back to the locker to get yet another condom, I returned to a dwindling crowd of perhaps nine or ten men. Rolling it onto my still hard dick, I lay the boy down and began with a single finger in his hole. The young man squirmed with delight, and I entered him with a second finger, tickling his inside slowly. Bringing my penis up to him, I gave a few thrusts against his reluctant hole, meeting it and allowing it to loosen a little more each time as it came closer and closer to opening for me. Finally it yielded and I made my way inside the boy. He was in a bit of pain, but he had asked for this and I was raging with hormones now. Every push got a little deeper, until my head was finally in, and with that, it became easy to go several inches further.

Yes, he was squealing, but he had consented and he was saying nothing. His grimacing face was interrupted by the occasional brief smile, and my own face remained expressionless. Barely a minute into this I felt a hot sticky liquid running down the back of my calf. A bear of a man had snuck up behind me and cum on my leg. I was surprised, but I simply smirked back naughtily at him. This was the indicator that the others needed... the sign of consent to do the same. So one by one, as I was furiously pounding my submissive twink, men in my crowd would come over and jerk off beside me. Sometimes they would cum, but a few couldn't. I could feel the loads landing on me, and I could see the odd squirt landing on my boy as well. He didn't seem to mind.

The cum on my back was warm, but cooled rapidly as it ran down toward the floor. Another man had just shot beside me. I wasn't looking at him but I could see that his load didn't make it to me but instead just dripped onto the floor, wasted. My own impulses to cum were growing. I loved feeling all that seed on me. I wasn't counting but I was drenched in it and it was going to become unsafe very soon if it started dripping too close to my cock. That was fine by me. I had been ready to cum ten minutes ago. I pulled out of the boy rapidly and peeled of the condom. Not trusting a sex party in Africa I refused to use any of the cum as lube, even though I badly wanted to. I simply jerked off... not over the boy but into the crowd as I stood on the stage.

Only four men gathered in front of me... most of the men walked off after they had cum... but four men was enough. I widened my stance and jutted my 9 inches of manhood as far out as I could, stroking with both hands furiously. I could feel my whole body tingling, ready to release two hours of sexual buildup. My toes were curcling and my thoughts began to leave me. My cock stiffened even further as my breathing rose. It was happening. I could feel my insides working to push my hot sperm out of my cock, and it flew out of my cock in a continuous stream at first. Keeping both hands on, I pointed it toward the men in front of me, aiming from one to the next as the stream of cum became distinct spurts. I didn't count. I didn't care. I was cumming long and hard and far, and hitting them on their chests and faces.

Once I had squeezed the last exquisite drop from myself I simply stood there... mulling over the experience. The white cum on my body was starting to run clear, and other older loads on my legs had started to harden. Glancing to my left, I saw that with no patrons to serve, even the bartender had been jerking off. One more man came up and released his load on the side of my leg, but compared to what I had just delivered it was nothing. Picking up a towel that wasn't mine I began wiping down my body, and then the stage. There was no way to clean everything, but I did my best with the help of one other, and then dumped the jizz rag into the towel basket and walked into the shower. One last man tried to grab my dick in the shower but there was no way I would continue. Pity... he was stunningly hot and had a great six pack.

Walking back to my hotel room I decided to myself that I would come back to Cape Town and visit the Hothouse again, try new things, and build a crowd of fans again to show off to.

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FOUR - SOME ALONE TIME

My intention at this stage in my story was to tell you how I fell in love with my perfect guy, and how the story ended... but I don't think I'm ready to do that just yet. There is still more I want to talk about.

This time, the story is just about me. Like I said in the first post, how I was treated in my childhood has haunted me ever since. I was not an attractive young man at all.

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I'm glad I am a different person now, but I learned valuable lessons from my past. Because I was obese, awkward and surrounded by racism, I had to learn to develop a personality and be interesting in other ways. Because I was that kid, there will always be room in my heart for men and women who don't consider themselves very attractive.

Well, here I was last year.

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It's the transformation that I always wanted, and after many months exploring my sexuality and facing the fact that I am bisexual, it had become easier for me to stop hating myself. I know what you're thinking... stop being a self-pitying piece of shit... you have the muscles and the monster cock, and a kind face... and even a decent personality... what the fuck are you whining over? I get that... but please understand what a lifetime of bullying does. By the time I took this photo the self-loathing had started to subside.

Taking compliments is still something I'm not great at. It's hard to believe people some days... but then I reflect on the amazing encounters I've had with so many beautiful people around the world, and I remind myself that even though I'm not attracted to myself, I'm good enough for others. I used to keep count of how many people I'd been with, but stopped around 200. This thread is fiction, but that number is not. Still... I'll never stop being competitive... never stop trying to be the ultimate man.

At this very moment I'm looking at my left bicep as I type. I'm flexing it a little and watching the veins appear then retreat back under my skin. My arms are what women like holding most... my arms and my shoulders. My last fuck was a girl, and I still remember when she started cumming underneath me, her fingers digging hard into my biceps as she squealed uncontrollably. On most days my biceps are 17 inches in diameter, and I love the way they strain my shirt sleeves and turn heads as I walk in public. People aren't obvious about it of course, but I get a kick out of seeing their eyes flick over. The thought of being able to turn the heads of passers by of both sexes... well that's even more of a turn-on than having them worshiped in bed.

Then of course there's my chest, which gets the attention of gay men. I kinda like how it's a different body part for men and women. I love my chest most too. I love how they are so big they affect the mobility of my arms in front of me. I love folding my arms and seeing them bulge out, and feeling their hardness on my forearms. Sometimes when I'm bored I practice bounding them in front of the mirror, and almost every day I play with my nipples. It doesn't happen more than three or four times a year, but sometimes when I'm really horny, I can cum hands-free from just rubbing my nipples. They are perpetually hard and always sensitive. The best bottoming experience I've ever had was getting fucked doggy-style, with the other man grabbing my pecs from behind and rubbing my nipples. Between that sensation and the feel of his hard cock against my prostate I was able to cum without any penis stimulation.

Speaking of my penis, that always ends up being the thing that people talk about the most. Having 9 thick inches of cock puts me in the tiniest percent, and I have to confess it's in large part due to penis enlargement exercises I've been doing since I was fourteen... jelqing and stretching, mostly. I've met a few men who were a little bigger than me, but never an Asian man (another confession - I'm part European).

Tonight I have just myself to play with. My boyfriend and I are doing long-distance for now and are seeing people on the side while apart, but one of the rules is no more than one a week... and that's fine by me. I love stroking my own cock slowly. When I'm stroking it for someone else I love to slide my hand down the whole shaft, to accentuate its length... and it helps that my hands are quite small too. But tonight, as soon as I finish this post, I think I'll just play with the head. I'm circumsized, so not as sensitive as uncut men. I have sucked myself off a few times, but I find stroking to be far more comfortable and pleasurable. It's nice to rub my precum all over the tip and admire how it shines.

I think tonight's load is going to be a big one. I've been edging all day and I'm really fucking horny. I think that's why I'm making this post as well; typing about this gives me a little rush. Big loads turn me on, and I absolutely love edging. Drowning another person in my cum is deeply satisfying. For women I'm turn on by how it runs down their tits and collects in little pools in their cleavage... and for men I love how my load mixes with theirs to make one giant pool of cum on one of us... more often than not me.

I hope it pleases at least some of you to know that as soon as this is posted, I'll be going into the gallery to jerk off my huge cock to your pics. So many of you have made me rock hard in the past few years, and some of you have been the cause of some of my most incredible orgasms so please... just keep sharing.