Warning/Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your jurisdiction, then stop right here, this work is intended for Adults and contains both sexually explicit language and "foul" language, public nudity and a lot of very verbal explanations and descriptions of sex between two or more men. If such material is not to your taste, what the hell are you doing at this site? I suggest you find something else to...enjoy.
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MIKE'S TALES - The 70's
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This may be just a single story or possibly something I go on to do more of, depending on the reception and feedback, hard to say at this point. These are true accounts of things that occurred in my life. I will do my best to tell this and any subsequent chapter as accurately as possible with out any additional embellishment. I say that because all of the men I encountered weren't models, that had 12 inch dicks (Although the guy I mention in this story has 10.5, he was the exception to the rule). For the most part, this story and any that may follow will be stories about a regular guy, having sex with regular guys, from time to time in unusual places, but most of the time just hot old sucking and fucking. I have a few fantasies that have been with me over the years that I may include, but they will be clearly marked as "fantasy." I've never met a guy that shot so much that I couldn't swallow it and it came flooding out the sides of my mouth, I figure if you can swallow a double shot of schnapps, you can handle any load that 99.999% of men can deliver. I figure life is challenging enough, with out setting unrealistic expectations.
Admittedly I was young and somewhat of a slut when many of these stories took place, I have matured into a much more monogamous man in action and deed, even though I am single, I still think about a lot of slutty stuff, just use a bit more restraint! Please keep in mind that the majority of these stories will have taken place in the 60's, 70's, a very pre-condom era, in the early 80's when we didn't know what the hell was going on, and on up to the last half of the 80's, 90's up to today. The old saying is true, 'I may not be as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was!" I'm going to have bumper stickers made up, "Support Gay Equality...Suck a Senior," or "If you close your eyes, I'm 20!" "What difference does it make how old I am, you'll be facing the other direction!!"
Please, Please, Please if you are out there playing today ... play safe. "Bareback Parties" are you guys out of your minds????? I'm not condemning anyone's approach to their sex lives, but please take care and use common sense.
Chapter 1
This is just a tale to share, this happened when I was in college in Northern California, back in 1974. I was living in Sacramento, working full time, managing a bar, The Hut, and going to school full time. Not a lot of free time, so when I got a little "horny," I'd often head for a local 'Unofficial Nude Beach' on the American River. Now the river had a pretty decent current and was, I'd guess, about 80 - 100 yards wide, that would make it about 75 - 90 meters, for my friends across the pond, in any event, pretty good size river.
Anyway, I was really ready for some action. I had spoken with a couple friends earlier that day and they were telling me how they had gotten hassled and pushed around by some straight guys coming out of a bar the previous evening, so as is often the case, at least with me, I was very pissed that my friends, for no other reason then being Gay, were assaulted. While this isolated act didn't have any direct bearing on what happens next, it did fuel my outraged, straight guys can go fuck themselves attitude, which played a part in setting my mood for the events to follow!
Now I should mention a little about me at this point, at the time I was 23, 6" 2," about 185 pounds, very nice build, light brown hair, hazel eyes, and if I do say so myself... a great smile! In the Dick department, I'm a little over 6", nice, but not impressive, pretty thick, large head and very big low hanging balls. I know this from not only first hand comparison, but almost every guy I've ever been with has commented that I have great balls! Of course being from the U.S., I, or more specifically my foreskin, fell to the knife, within hours of my birth by being circumcised, but that's just the way it is. Cut or uncut, it still works just fine!
I was feeling horny, rebellious, angry, defiant all of those things at once. Kind of an "I'll show you attitude...with a hard-on!" When I got to the beach I stripped totally naked and hid my clothing and car keys, as you do, and proceeded to stroll around, not really caring who saw me, actually hoping I would be seen, what can I say, I love to show it off. As I walked closer to the beach there were many areas where you could spread out a towel or blanket in high grass and go naked without being seen, I, on the other hand...wanted to be seen! What the hell, you don't have to be nuts to be an exhibitionist, just willing to show your...'NUTS'? What made it hotter was that across the river there were three or four presumably straight guys fishing, I did everything I could to make myself totally visible to them. That alone was getting me hotter by the minute!!! Straight guys, homophobic pig fuckers that they are, there, that being said, I feel better!
I came upon this one guy who was, I'd guess around 30, at that time, 7 or 8 years older then me, slim, average looking, very nice smile, I'm a sucker for a great smile, even soft his cock had to be 6.5 to 7 inches. I stood there talking to him and as we talked I got totally boned up and the harder I got, the harder he became, his finally stopping at a very impressive 10 - 11 inches! I smiled and asked if he'd mind if I had a go at his beautiful cock, he just smiled back and spread his legs more... all the invitation I needed! I proceeded to lick and suck on his balls and in that little area where the top of his leg comes together and meets his balls, as they call it in Medical terminology 'the inguinal crease' one of my favorite spots on a man, nicely sweaty and after several minutes of chewing on his crotch with my tongue painting him with spit and my two day growth of beard slightly teasing and sensitizing his crotch I had him moaning and opening his legs wider to give me greater access and slowly humping up to meet my eager mouth and teasing fingers. I slowly moved on to the main course, using only my mouth, lips and tongue, (the holy trinity of foreplay) from the base of his cock to the tip, I was totally into getting this sexy man hotter and hotter, and the more I started working this guy over the more his hands started roaming over me, finally stopping on my tight little ass, and 'yes' back then it really was tight and little. Rob, as I found out later was his name, slowly rubbed my ass getting me hotter and driving me to put every skill I had into working over his hard uncut 10.5 inches, another piece of info I discovered later during our after-glow conversation.
I felt my ass getting very slick and slippery, as I glanced up I saw Rob had a bottle of suntan oil in his other hand and was very liberally loosening up and oiling down my hole. He said he wanted to fuck me, I agreed on the condition that we did it down on the beach out in the open, he just got this big grin on his face and said, "Outstanding!" Have you ever noticed that guys with really big dicks usually jump at the chance to show them off! I was more then willing to provide him with a showcase for the hot man hammer! LOL!!
We headed down to the beach, once we selected a spot directly across from my straight little fisherman; I knelt in front of Rob and had a bit more fun sucking down that hot leaking club! After several minutes, I stood and turned around, bent over and spread my ass wide and waited as Rob oiled up all 10.5 inches and slowly fed it into my eager and slightly nervous hole! After a few minutes, with a little patience and slow stroking he was long dicking my ass like we'd been doing it all our lives. Now that I'd gotten accustomed to his length and girth I was pushing back every time he pushed forward, and both of us doing an excellent job of loudly verbalizing our enjoyment of each other. After about 15 minutes of slow/fast easy/hard fucking and bucking, I asked him to lie on his back and I proceeded to squat down and just ride his cock like it was a four ticket ride at the state fair!
All of this time we had our action, and cocks, aimed directly at the straight guys across the river, who, to my surprise, were just staring and not saying a word! Once we adjust to this new position and had a very comfortable rhythm going it very quickly escalated to where we weren't so much fucking, as I was impaling myself onto Rob's hot pole, never touching my own cock, which was rock hard and slapping up and down with the force of my thrusts to get Rob deeper and deeper inside me, in retrospect I realize that at this point our testosterone was controlling everything and we were just going along for the ride, what a fucking ride. Each of us fairly screaming at each other to fuck harder, deeper, faster, and that we were getting closer.
When Rob started unloading in my ass it was like getting fucked by Howard Cossell, (famous sports caster in the states) giving a ... stroke by stroke commentary! Rob screamed, "I'm going to cum, oh fuck, my balls are pulling up and my ass in clenching, Mike, here it cums, I can feel my load shooting up my cock, Oh, my God, I'm filling your ass, fuck yes...I'm cumming, yes...yes, take it, please, take it, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
I, on the other hand, was doing my part by shouting, "Fuck me, yes, harder, grind it in my ass, dick me harder (I'm sure the boys across the river could hear every word) Fuck me harder, pound me, I can feel your cock getting even harder, give it to me, yes, more, ... holy shit, I'm going to cum, I'm not even touching myself, I can feel your cock pulsing in my ass, Arrrrrrgh, I'm cumming, cumming, fuck me yes!" At this point saying I was 'cumming,' was as much of an understatement as saying the Japanese bombing Pearl Harbor was a slight misunderstanding. I felt like I was turning inside out through the head of my dick, you get the picture.
If you've ever had what they call 'a full body orgasm,' where the pleasure isn't just centered on your dick, it literally shoots down your legs, up your arms, up and down your spine, even your scalp feels the jolt, for those few moments the orgasm takes over your entire body, it controls all movement speech and sensation... but if you just let go and let it have it's way, it will take you on a ride to an incredible experience and sensations that will leave you a mindless quivering mass, way beyond the old toe curling leg jerking reaction, although those are pretty hot also!!!
Damn, I'm sure if someone could have only heard and not actually seen the action, it would have sounded like the Director's Cut version of Meg Ryan's famous, "When Harry Met Sally" restaurant orgasm! I sprayed cum like a fountain, covering my chest and legs, Rob's legs and the beach as well. I collapsed and fell back across him and we kissed for the first time, not a kiss of passion, just a way to thank each other for what we had just shared with each other, incredibly hot sex and a memory that I'm sure we both stroked off to for many years to cum, I know I did and still do from time to time!
Now, to my total amazement, the three guys across the river stood up and started to clap and holler! Then I realized there was also clapping coming from behind us, and we turned to see there were also about ten or fifteen guys behind us doing the same thing, clapping and shouting to show their appreciation. I was shocked, being so focused on getting fucked and watching the guys across the river, I didn't realize we had drawn such a large group of admirers on our side of the river, most of them naked and all of them hard!!
After a few minutes Rob and I made our way into the river to rinse off and went back up to his blanket in the tall grass and chatted for a while getting to know each other, Rob turned out to be a very sweet guy. Almost an hour later we said our good byes.
Rob and me bumped into each other many times over the next few years, many of those times naked at the beach, we always hugged and kissed, hello and chatted about what was going on in each of our lives, but neither of us ever made the first step to recreating that special afternoon. I think we both realized we could never duplicate the magic of the moment, obviously it wasn't love, but we were two guys that shared a bit of ourselves with each other. Needless to say I have had many "quickies" over the years that faded from memory a week later, but that sunny afternoon with Rob on the American River in Sacramento, CA was one of those chance encounters you remember for a life time, let's face it I remember it as if it happened yesterday and it's 31 years later.
I hope you enjoyed this enough so that reading it required a towel to clean up afterwards! Let me know what your reaction to it was, all feedback appreciated.
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Thanks,
Mike
Copyright- MikesTales2005
I have to thank Colonel Calverly, Author of 'Simon - The Backpacker' which has taken on a new lease of life under 'Colonel's Ménage' an excellent tale of May/ December romance/relationships. Well actually, it's more a story of May, May, May, May, May, May, May, May/December lust and relationships, in their many forms. Other stories The Colonel mentioned he's written or are in the works, `At the Restaurant', 'At the Park' and 'At the Concert' if you haven't already read them and 'At the Construction Site' is slowly taking form in his imagination. (Speaking of The Colonel's imagination, having spoken with the author on several occasions, I can confirm a very horny, lustful imagination it is!!!) Thanks for the encouragement! You truly an Officer and a Gentleman! To all of you, check his stories out, they are excellent!
The truth of the matter is, this all started out as a brief 'Thank-you e-mail' to The Colonel.... it somehow kind of took on a life of its own.
This is this closest I've ever come to actually writing a story... so please feel free to let me know the good, bad, and ugly of your reactions to my story. Drop me a line at MikesTales@aol.com
Thanks again,
Mike