LGBT Stories

I was making between $150 to $300 in cash each night. Dancing and striping was big buck$ and it had all started without really thinking about it. It just took some luck, serendipity, and a cock that gets hard whenever I’m naked in front of other people.

I had been looking for a summer job. I needed to make a few bucks between my senior year in high school and my freshman year in college. Living in a small tourist area on the Jersey shore makes it a easy to get a job but most of them pay minimum wage. I just didn’t feel like making “chump change” for my summer job. I found a bus boy job at a local bar/restaurant. The pay was good and the waiters would give you a split on the tips. In fact the tips were real good.

There was live entertainment each night. Some of the bands were good and others sucked. Wednesday night was “Ladies Night.” It was “Women Only” because the club brought in a some male dancers. It was a real popular night with all the employees at the place because the crowd of ladies tipped well as they got rowdy and drunk, enjoying the dancers.

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Dave and Sara were having one of their typical vacations: they were hopelessly lost! No one could call it a guy thing and blame Dave. Nor could anyone blame Sara. The first time driving anywhere both of them were equally inept at following directions. They came to Florida from up north and were only trying to find the beach. It was night, and the city was new to them. They weren’t used to the smell of salt in the air; which was everywhere, so heavy that the van’s windows were shut and the air conditioning was on. They didn’t have a street map so there was really nothing to follow and they were lost.

After 19 years of marriage Sara found out Dave was bisexual. Instead of kicking him out of the house right away, Sara did the intelligent thing. She did some research and discovered that such a thing wasn’t as uncommon as she thought, and decided to see if she could live with it. The result so far was a tremendously spiced up sex life for both of them, and tonight they wanted to do some fucking on the beach. If they could only find the fucking beach!

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I was on the internet one day and came across a porn site that was somehow connected to my usual sites. On this site there was this awesome looking guy named the MILF Hunter. He basically found women in his area and fucked them for the camera. The Hunter himself was gorgeous. He is about 5′8″ and has a nice furry body, light brown hair and usually wears a goatee. 7 inch beautiful cock and big juicy balls. I had to become a member just so I could see his awesome body as he fucked these women mercilessly. I mean he has a power fuck that’s even better than straight stud Mark Davis’. This boy doesn’t stop when he power fucks someone. It actually looks rather painful. But I wanted him. I found out that he actually filmed here in the Fort Lauderdale area. So I decided to Hunt him down. I had to have this stud because I found myself whacking off every night to him.

I wanted this man so much that I decided to find him and get him. So I headed for Fort Lauderdale beach where he seemed to be most of the time in those videos. I was there every weekend for 2 months before I finally saw him. He was right on the beach trying to pick up another mommy to fuck silly with that hot big cock of his. He was wearing khaki shorts and a white tank top. He was pretty short, about 5′8″ but with a really nice body. His furry arms looked yummy as he waved them around. His nice legs called to me to lick them. His ass confined in those shorts was the most inviting.

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Anne and I had belonged to Alternate Lifestyles several years earlier, but hadn’t been active for a long time. When we heard that their annual conference was to be held nearby, we decided to renew our membership and acquaintances. One of the more interesting events scheduled was an erotic costume ball. Anne has always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so we decided to make an event of it. She invited a couple of friends, Teri and Leah, to join us as a slave trader and his slaves. When they heard Anne’s kooky scenario for the ball, they avidly agreed.

The three women created harem outfits of batiste — bottoms, tied at the waist and gathered at the ankles, with boleros tied over their breasts. With this very sheer material, the effect was start-lingly erotic. I was to wear a similar pair of loose pants and fashioned a penis-handled quirt to “punish” them when they were disobedient. We made reservations at the hotel so we wouldn’t have to appear on the street in costume and could be creative in our outfits.

The four of shared a suite with two bedrooms and connecting sitting room and bath. Each of the bedrooms had a king-sized bed. The sitting room had its own entrance and a wet bar (which we stocked with a good selection drinks), and a queen-sized hide-a-bed. This arrangement allowed us privacy if we wanted it, while still making it easy for conviviality. The conference was on a holiday weekend and the ball wasn’t until Sunday, but there was a Friday night get-together and various symposia on Saturday and Sunday.

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A group of us from the GROK FLOK took an Easter Rebirthing Seminar at the Essalen Institute one year. Our friends, Kevin and Karla shared a meeting room floor with several others, but Erika paid for the privacy of a separate room. Essalen is a New Age growth facility overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the Big Sur Mountains of California. The food is all vegetarian, and they don’t allow drugs of any kind, including tobacco and alcohol. Clothing is always optional and is usually left in your room on arrival. The intent is that leave your day-to-day cares with your clothing and you get high on life and what you are doing.

Much of the weekend was spent in communications exercises that focused on the inner self and rejuvenation. Between the facilitated exercise sessions, we had breaks to spend in the hot tubs and for massage. The facility has a natural hot spring that has long been used for recreation, health, and spiritual purposes. The local Essalen Indians used them long before we came to the area. In the early 1900s, it was made into a health resort and a row of concrete tubs was built to allow soaking. Water comes from the springs at about 130F and cools a bit as it flows along an open channel to the tubs. The tubs are separated into two rooms, which at one time were to segregate men and women, but with the advent of Essalen Institute, they are designate areas for talking and silence.

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If you take Highway 1 out of San Francisco, through Pacifica and Half Moon Bay, you’ll see a large orange flag at the entrance to a parking lot, just before you reach the San Gregorio State Beach entrance. Pull in there, pay your modest parking fee, climb down the path to the ocean, and you’ll find a beautiful stretch of beach that is only accessible from the state beach at very low tide. I used to stop there for an hour or so when I was driving all over the area ads a service engineer.

The place is so popular with gays from San Francisco that it’s often called Cock Sucker Beach. While the sun is usually quite warm, there is often a fair breeze that blows sand around rather briskly. Over the years little walls have been built of the rubble that collects at the base of the cliffs. The little rooms that are formed looked a bit like an Anasazi ruin, but they provide both protection from being sand-blasted and a modicum of privacy. As waves knock down the walls, they are quickly rebuilt.

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“God damn isn’t this snow going to quit? I hope Patty got that little twirp to shovel the driveway,” thought Don as he drove home. The little twirp was Jimmy Johnson, a trim, black, athletic college snot who lived next door and was home for Christmas break. Don rolled the car into the driveway, it was shoveled thank God. It was snowing like hell.

He unlocked the door, walked in, and heard soft groans. It sounded like sex. Sex? Who was home? Just his wife he thought. He walked quietly to the bedroom and there was Jimmy Johnson dipping his wick in Patty’s honey pot. “Shit,” Don thought. Neither had noticed him - they were a little self involved at the moment. “Christ,” thought Don, this is hot. Jimmy was slow fucking Patty missionary style and sucking her tits alternately. It was a perfect view, their asses pointing at Don. He was mesmerized by the slick black 8 incher opening his wife’s pink flower. Jimmy’s ass was round and firm as he pumped into Patty. His brown nut sack slapped gently against Patty’s ass as he thrust deep. Her pussy seemed to devour his black tool with a sucking hunger.
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Lyn had invited Barbara over for a swim, she had picked Tuesday but Barbara could not make it and chose Saturday afternoon just after lunch. Lyn had forgotten that the pool company’s cleaning day was scheduled, and when the day arrived and the pool guy showed up late after Barbara, there was nothing she could do. Barbara went down to the pool and got naked quickly to enjoy the sun, as she laid next to the pool on a towel, Lyn brought cool drinks down and saw her in all of her stunning beauty. One thing led to another and Lyn found herself kneeling between Barbara’s legs, applying lotion on her. Her hands lingered in those special places and eventually found their way to Barb’s gorgeous tits. Lyn loved Barbara’s body, it turned her on so much to look at it, feel it, even tastes it. Taking her tongue she swathed a wet path up the thighs, between her swollen cunt lips and into her shaven mound. Lyn began to eat Barbara with passion and desire, forgetting all about the pool company. She never heard the truck park, doors close or the footsteps down to the pool she was too absorbed. Seeing the two lovely naked women enjoying each other, the pool guy just stood by the gate feeling his trunks begin to bulge. Barbara saw him first, and was startled then smiled, Lyn asked what was up and Barbara told her they had company. Lyn began to jump up but Barb held her down… (more…)