19 Nov 2014

Stories : Gotta Love Those Younger Black Men

Catégorie: Stories
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I’ve always had this thing for younger black men.  I grew up near an air force base in Michigan where there plenty of black airmen running about and driving me wild.  I will always regret when I was walking down a road one day on my daily walk when a hunky, cute black airman asked if I wanted a ride.  I froze and shook my head no.  What can I say?  I was young and not too bright.

 

Through the years, I’ve traveled throughout the world and encountered plenty of young black men.  I just love the color and texture of their skin, the contrast between their darkness and my lightness, and, of course, their deep voices, their big cocks.  They have the most luscious huge cocks, and I haven’t met a black cock I didn’t like — or didn’t like me.

 

I was traveling for work in Chicago a few years ago, staying in a great hotel overlooking beautiful Lake Michigan.  Black men were everywhere I went in Chicago:  running the shoreline, hurrying to work, going about their business — driving me wild.  I swear I had an erection for the whole six weeks I was in Chicago as the cute young black men were everywhere.

 

One night, alone in my hotel room, I decided to go online as I was in a pent-up frenzy with these black men driving me crazy.  Out of the blue, a younger black man started chatting with me.  He asked my age and I said that I was in my later 40s.  He was in his mid-20s and he loved older men, he said.  He was just a couple of miles away and said he could come to the hotel room, if I wanted.  I saw his photo, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. I said, sure, come on over.  Anticipation entered ever pore of my body.  A gorgeous six-foot four-inch 20-something black man was going to be over soon, I hoped.  You never know with online hook-ups, so one can never be sure, but ten minutes later, there he was.

3 Nov 2014

Stories : Poolside Quickie

Catégorie: Stories

(photo : Sean Cody)

I decided to escape reality for a day, so I drove the 90 miles to Palm Springs and got a room at one of the city’s clothing-optional gay resorts. The cute blond boy at the counter jokes about me having the resort to myself, as it appears I am one of only seven guests staying at this 30-room hotel tonight. That’s fine with me: It’s 112 degrees and I am more interested in relaxing by the pool than cruising random guys.

 

I step into my room and am blasted with the cool air of my large suite. I toss my bag on the dinning room table, peel out of my sweaty clothes and drop onto the large bed with a sigh.

 

I didn’t intend to take a nap, yet wake to the heavy shadows of sunset. Looking through the curtains, I see the place is still deserted: I’m guessing the few people staying here are probably at dinner. Dinner sounds good but the pool sounds better, so I step out of my room and jump into the pool. The water is warm and I float on my back to admire the sunset-streaked sky.

29 Oct 2014

Stories : Alexander The Great

Catégorie: Stories

I’ll remember that spring day 5 years ago for the rest of my life.  My boss, our company’s CEO, called a meeting for the management team at 4pm that Friday afternoon…and here’s how it all went down.

 

We all suspected something was up because of the number of closed door meetings, so we were all hopeful that we’d find out what was going on.  I have worked at this company for ten years (ever since graduating college) and had just recently been promoted into the management ranks.  I knew that our CEO didn’t really owe anything to me at that point to let me in on what was going on, but damn, I was really curious. There’d been a bunch of new faces around the office, most of whom had been wearing suits and ties or sports jackets which is definitely not the norm around our mostly blue collar manufacturing company.  So 4pm came and we all assembled around the board table – present were our CEO Walt, David our Operations Manager, Steve in Quality, Laura in HR, Carl in Finance, and me, Avi, our Sales Manager.  And joining us were two of the new faces I’ve seen around the office the last month or so plus one new one.

17 Sep 2014

Stories : Hospital Fuck Buddies

Catégorie: Stories

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(This story was written by a member, if you wish to submit a story as well, please email it to me at blog@adam4adam.com)

 

My name is jay and my friend name is mike. We had worked with each other in a hospital for three years. One day after work we went out to the gym to workout. He played basketball and I went for a jog. While he was playing basketball his cellphone fell out and I saw the A4A app on his phone. It freaked me out because im not out and I thought he was going to out me. Then I said why would he be on a gay site? Then the next day at work I started taking to co workers about Mike. Every female staff called him a dog and a hoe. One girl told me that she slept with Mike and he had a really big black dick and that when she had sex with him it hurt because he was to big for her.

11 Aug 2014

Stories : Hung Airport Stranger

Catégorie: Fantasy : Jack-off material : Stories

 

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We’d had a good holiday, my wife and I. A couple of weeks spent lazily wandering around the Venitian islands and soaking up the sun had been just what we both had needed after a few crazy months at work.

Thanks to the hot weather I was also a lovely shade of brown; I’d been able to show off my reasonably defined hairy chest plenty of times on the beach at Lido and had met with a few admiring glances from both guys and girls so was feeling pretty good about the way I looked.

It was our last morning in Venice and we’d packed up our things and were ready to head to the vaporetto stop to meet the boat that would take to the airport. While my wife fixed her make-up in the room, I took the luggage downstairs and went to pay to hotel bill. Outside it was raining hard, the weather had finally broken and ominous rumbles of thunder were coming from the other side of the lagoon. We said our goodbyes to the hotel staff and made a dash for it. Within seconds, the crisp white linen shirt I was wearing was drenched, it stuck to me uncomfortably and turned embarrassingly transparent as we dashed through the streets, trying to avoid both people and puddles. When we reached the canal, the boat had just arrived so we clambered aboard and made our way down the few stairs that lead to the seating area. It was packed with people, so my wife and I had to sit separately, she found a seat at the back next to an old lady reading an italian newspaper and I was a few rows in front, facing the opposite direction. My seat directly faced two guys, obviously british and apparently a couple. There was obviously a few years between them, the younger guy was in his late 20s he was slim, dressed in a t shirt and shorts and had a trendy hair cut and a rather camp air about him. The other guy was probably about 40, his short dark hair had started to go grey at the temples and he had a few days stubble growth on his chin. Wearing a well fitting blue shirt that showed off what seemed to be toned body, he was handsome and beautifully tanned.

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