1. Randy was a KLM Airline Pilot


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Coercion, Gay, Hardcore, Reluctance, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    obvious disappointment in his voice, “Haven’t you?” The thing is, I was on this week-end break with a friend – just a mate, you know, but we were sharing a small hotel room and I couldn’t very well bring a stranger back there. On the other hand, I couldn’t go into all the details right now and he might get the wrong idea even if I tried. In fact, I hadn’t properly thought this thing through before I started! So, I just said, “No, sorry.” I thought that might be the end of it but he didn’t immediately break away. Instead, he took me by the hand and led me off towards the curtain I had seen earlier. I was being led away like a naughty school-boy, as if to be punished by the Head Boy. Memories of school-days started flooding back and all sorts of horrendous images started going through my mind of what might be about to become of me. But even my imagination didn’t prepare me for what I was about to experience. In the stygian gloom beyond the curtain, I could just make out a number of shadowy figures in various groups. Patches of brightness betrayed themselves as bare flesh, as these figures were entwined in sexual gratification. It was hot and there was a great deal of heavy breathing. And there was an aroma I had never smelled before. I later discovered this was amyl-nitrate or “poppers” but fortunately, my big guy didn’t seem to want or need any of that. Suddenly, I realised we were against a black painted brick wall and he was still leading me along it until, out of ...
    no-where, a door opened and from the gap shone a deep red light, suddenly illuminating the figures in the room, frozen in mid-action, like a grotesque tableau. Two figures emerged from beyond the red light and my guy quickly dragged me towards the opening and we disappeared inside, as he closed the door behind us. We were inside something not unlike a cupboard and it smelled rank in there, of sweat, body odour and the unmistakable smell of stale cum. But at least we were alone and there was a dim red light from a single bulb above us so that we could just see each other. We turned to one another and went back to our embrace and our deep, long, passionate kiss. I was like putty in his hands; and his hands were suddenly all over my body, pulling off my thin jacket, sliding up and down my back and over my bum and then around my front, to my bulging crotch, now about fit to burst with excitement. By this time, I had produced so much pre-cum, I was convinced that his squeezing of my crotch would cause my jeans to soak up the dampness and he might think I had cum already! Mind you, I was close to it! I went for his belt and started unbuckling his jeans. He was wearing 501’s and I fumbled at the buttons. He just pushed me away and took hold of his own jeans and almost seemed to tear them apart, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. In the red gloom, from a thick bush of dark pubic hair fell forwards from his jeans the most enormous cock I had ever seen! It must have been at ...
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