Random Story w/photo. Here's the story: When I first came ..

Random Story w/photo. Here's the story: When I first came to LA in the late 90s, I hit the ground running meeting people, making connections for work, going out a lot. And there were a lot of pool parties...a LOT. Lots of gay guys with sculpted bodies, dark tans, and bulging Speedos. I was a New Yorker through and through and didn't really feel like I fit in, especially since I was in my early forties and most were in their thirties and younger. But I always managed to have a pretty good time, finding guys to have conversations with, sometimes to date, but mostly just enjoying being outdoors and in the sun after 16 years of New York weather. At this one backyard party, I had been wandering around the grounds when this very sweet guy, my age, came up to me and we began to chat. He recognized me from a nude photo that a friend of his had taken of me....I was just starting off my erotic modeling hobby. He was wearing a black Speedo, and I was wearing jeans and my favorite vintage block colored cut off shirt. He commented how much he liked the shirt and I told him the story behind it, how I got it in a clothing exchange when I was working off-Broadway....a show would get bags of clothing passed on from another show's cast, you would take what you wanted and then put your own castaway clothes in, then pass it to the next cast. It was fun, like Christmas in July, and since it was all actors, we do like to dress up. I love that shirt (still have it). He started to finger the material and I can tell he was making sure to graze my nipples (which makes me crazy and instantly gets my cock hard). I wasn't wearing any underwear and it became apparent that I was getting aroused, and certainly with just the minimal fabric he was wearing, I could see the outline of his cock begin to expand. He started to fondle my bulge through my jeans as he began to go full force on my tits...squeezing them, tweaking them, slapping them, and the pain/pleasure made my cock pulse. His other hand began to squeeze my erection hard through my jeans, grabbing my balls roughly, and and I could tell he was enjoying making me squirm. He said "Take off your pants." Back then, even though I sometimes modeled nude, I wasn't as free about just getting naked as I am now, but no one was around and I figured why not? My hard cock needed the escape. I slipped off my flip-flops, lowered my pants, and my cock sprang out, shooting a drop of pre-cum into the air. I stood there wearing just the open shirt. "Get on that bench." I went over to it and sat down, my bare ass feeling the peeling paint scratching my butt. "Lay back." One thing that always happens...if I'm naked in someone's presence and I get on my back, I always get hard. Always. Sometimes in a doctor's office, I have to fight the urge to get an erection when I'm laying in my underwear on a table. There's something about that position that feels so exposed. I was already hard from his groping, but this made me steely. Suddenly, he had a small camera in his hand. I have no idea where it came from since all he had was his Speedo on. Maybe he hid it up his ass? I have no idea. "Grab your cock and smile." He took exactly one photo, the one you see here. After the click, he moved the camera down and just stared at me. I had no idea what was about to happen. He came over to the bench, stood over me, pulled his cock out of his trunks, and pulled me into sitting position; his dick was inches from my lips. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it toward his uncut meat. I opened up and he pushed his dick to the back of my throat, making me gag. He let go of my head and I began to suck his cock, taking it in and out, down my throat, my eyes watering, my lips straining to open wide enough to take his very thick joint. He let me work it for a time and then he would grab my head again and fuck my face, sometimes gently, sometimes with more power, and I so enjoyed having that dick inside me. I hadn't realized how hungry for cock I was. I noticed we were starting to attract a crowd of some of the other partygoers, and my initial reaction was to stop. But he would not let me, and I began to enjoy the exhibitionism of sucking him off as I jerked my throbbing cock for an audience. After a time, I could feel his dick start to pulse as his breathing became labored and he started to moan, louder and louder, and I could tell he was ready to blow. He pulled out of my mouth and started to furiously jerk his dick, and I kept up with him as I worked my cock and just as he let out a yelp, I could feel the hot cream spew out of his dick onto my face, shot after shot, and that made me go over the edge as my own cock exploded up into the air in sync with his load, an out of control geyser that went in every direction. We were both huge shooters and it must have been quite a sight with our dicks unloading these thick spurts of cum at the same time. As our breathing went back to normal, he stood me up and kissed me, our dicks still hard, mingling with each other, cum dripping off them, rivers of jizz running down my face to my chest to my crotch. We looked around us and noticed that the other guys were engaging, feeling each other up, jacking each other off, and I noticed one guy bent over getting fucked...it was turning into a full on sex party. I don't know if that was the intention, but I was happy to have been part of the initiation. The guy looked at me and said, "I'll send you that photo....for the memory." I gave him my email address, he picked the camera back up, and with his dick still rock hard, he went over and began shooting more photos of the guys having sex. I wasn't always one to dive into a crowd like that, so I sat on the sidelines watching, jerked another load out of my dick, and, fully satisfied, I went and attacked the buffet (I washed the dried cum off myself first...I'm not a caveman.) That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.