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My cock started to get hard as I thought back on the five days that just passed, my hand reaching between my legs so I could massage it through my shorts. They pulled their shorts back on and left the room, leaving me a cummy mess. So I took my time and waited until I met a guy who I was really hot for.

And who also was really hot for me. It had a long bank of urinals on one wall, stalls on the other, and an entrance to the showers in the back. Waze told me I had 30 minutes until I reached home, but I didn't think I could wait that long. I heard the heavy thud of footsteps approach, the owner of those footsteps stopping at the urinal directly next to me.

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It was already 10 pm and I was six hours in to the drive home from my 15th annual golf trip. "Fuck man your pussy is so. Every year at about this time, eight of us would descend on Myrtle Beach from all corners of the country for five days of golf, drinking, and sex.

John could feel him breathing hard as he fucked him. Let the stories ignite your imagination and fuel your own desires, reminding you of the beauty and power of gay fucking. There were trips where we were so horny we'd skip the afternoon holes for a pre-dinner fuck session.

I wished we could have spent another day there; my cock hunger wasn't nearly satisfied. His friend was close to orgasm as well; he pulled his dick out and rubbed out a huge load on my face. Each year as the trip grew closer, we'd hold off on having sex and jerking off, saving ourselves for the trip.

He wanted moan like a bitch, but he knew he could not make any noise.

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The waiting always paid off, though: the loads on that first night were absolutely massive. This year my fun started with a fourteen-load bukkake session; I made sure to take some selfies afterwards. He must have been a large man because his elbow rubbed against my side as he fished his cock out of his pants.

I peeked into the shower room and saw that, like the urinals, it lacked any partitions or curtains; it was just a big room with several shower heads. Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Explore thousands of gay encounter stories featuring men fucking & sex with men, written by a diverse community of LGBTQ+ authors. His breath was off the charts. I walked over to the second-to-last urinal, pulled out my semi-hard cock, and let it flow.

I stared straight ahead as I heard his belt unbuckle and his pants unzip.

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The guy was holding John's midsection and was leaning over John arching his back into him as he fuck John's ass harder. The man behind me let out a loud groan as he pulled his cock out and shot massive ropes of cum on my back and ass. It hurt but it was extasy at the same time.

The forcefulness of my stream started to wane and I found myself a bit surprised that the sound of his didn't join in. For us, however, it meant a trip back to the house after golf where we would get naked and have an eight cock free-for-all. During this trip, in honor of its 15th anniversary, we skipped two afternoons of golf and sucked, fucked and jerked each other senseless.

The sign was right: the restroom certainly was clean and was also devoid of people. Free to read or download. It was as if the entire space was purpose-built for hooking up. The urinals lacked any partitions between them and were mounted close together, and the doors to the stalls ran all the way to the floor.

I suppose for most bro-cations the sex part would involve a wad of cash, strip clubs, and hopes for more than just a lap dance in the VIP room. A large highway sign advertised a truck stop with showers and clean restrooms.

I glanced down at him from the corner of my eye and saw just the head of his cock protruding from below his large belly.