It was December 2001 in a prison themed sex club in San
Francisco. I was wandering around the fantasy locker room, wearing only a pair
of short rubber chaps – with nothing underneath – when I was approached by a blond,
fit, young man in tight blue jeans. He was topless. His muscled smooth chest
and his masculine demeanour fit to perfection the American Beefcake stereotype. He
got close to me and, looking at my uncircumcised cock, he asked with a smile: “Can I touch
it?” I could not turn down such a polite request. One thing lead to
another and soon he was out of his Levis & briefs, allowing me direct
access to his beautifully shaped cock, balls and buttocks. We snogged and sucked each
other off. We were soon joined by another boy wearing a white jockstrap. He was
one of the handsomest men in the club and, as it turned out, also possibly one
of the best hung. I suddenly found myself being the filling of a delicious sandwich. I kissed one boy, then the other. One of them attempted repeatedly to enter my arse. I gently refused. Then they kissed each other. I got on my
knees. The task was probing but I finally, just about, managed to accommodate in
my very small mouth those two massive cocks at the same time. I hardly
touched myself but I came almost immediately. I got up, sweaty, and walked out
of the scene, even if one of them kept pulling me towards them. When I looked
back I just could not believe that those two beautiful men – who were now
sucking each other off – had actually shown desire for me.
