Welcome to Hot Cocktales, a roundup of the latest user submitted stories that sucked us in, and helped us get off. This month’s stories include a married man who hits it off with his new gay coworker, a curious guy learning to suck his first huge cock, and a new neighbor who can’t help but show off what he’s packing in the hot tub.
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Learning to Suck his Cock
by Inneed243
I was at work and on my break. I had to take a piss, so I went in and there was a guy at the urinal to my left. Like most I just stared straight ahead at the wall as I took my dick out to piss. But out of the corner of my eye I see something moving, I do my best not to turn my head as I’m looking and he is shaking his dick getting ready to put it back into his pants.
It’s freaking huge, like holy shit huge. He notices me straining my eyes trying to be cool. He just kind of lets out a little laugh and turns towards me with his monster in his hand. He says, “Do you want to see it?” I’m like, “Not really,” but inside my head I’m like, “Oh my God YES! I want to see it!” He says, “No problem, a lot of guys want to see it.” Of course he’s facing me and I am looking at it in amazement. He strokes it and puts it back into his pants. He says, “I like nothing more than teaching someone how to suck it.”
So this is like the most awkward moment maybe in my life. I’m pretty much speechless at this point. He then says he likes to teach guys because they suck cock the best. Very nonchalant he says, “If you ever want to learn, just let me know,” and he turns and leaves. I’ve seen him on the floor but never really chatted or anything like that.
For the rest of the day I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind. Hands down the biggest cock I’ve ever personally seen. But more than that, the casual way he said if I wanted to learn just let him know. I found myself with a semi-hard cock in my pants the rest of the day. I got home that afternoon and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I took off all my clothes and laid in bed and my cock was rock hard thinking about what happened. No way I could say anything to him, or could I? I jerked off thinking about the magnificent cock I had seen and was less than a foot away from. I stroked thinking about sucking him and what it would be like. I shot a huge load all over my chest with a few spurts hitting my face. Wow!
About three or four days go by and I find I’m still obsessed with the thought of what he said. We worked in different sections but within view of each other. I found myself looking at him a lot and I noticed he saw me a few times. I would watch to see when he went into the bathroom and I decided to follow him in. I pulled up next to him like before. I was visibly nervous, he just said, “How’s it going?” “Good.
Ummmmm, that thing you said before. Yeah, how would I go about learning?” “No problem,” he said. “Let me have your phone and I’ll put my number in it. Call me tonight and we’ll work everything out.” “Cool.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. I have my dick out and it’s rock hard; he says, “Looks like you’re eager to get going.” I looked down and was embarrassed. He said, “No problem, call me later.” It was extremely hard to get any work done the rest of the day. Thinking about what I’m about to do just has me going crazy.
When I got home from work I immediately stripped down and jerked off again with the same result as the day before. I shot a huge load and it felt soo good because I was thinking about sucking him. I calmed down and got something to eat and couldn’t wait to call him. I dial his number and he answers, I said, “Hey, this is Mark.” “Hi Mark, I’m Danny.” He said he was really glad I decided to take him up on his offer.
I did a nervous laugh and said, “Not sure what to do.” “Well, no problem, I’ll send you my address and you can come over.” As it turned out he only lived about 20 minutes away from me. “Come on over tonight if you want to.” “Ahhhhhh be right there,” I said to myself. “Ok, I can be there in about half an hour.” “Cool, look forward to it.” The whole way over to his place I’m rock hard and I’m thinking, what the hell have you done? I almost chickened out but my throbbing cock said to get there asap! I knocked on his apartment door and he opened it invited me in. He was wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts. “C’mon in Mark. How’s it going?” “Good,” I say. “I hope you’re not too nervous.” I told him I was actually. “No worries, it’s all good. Let’s have a beer and we can BS a little bit.” “Ok, sounds good.”
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New Neighbor
by HornyCajun69
My name is Henry. My roomy, Terry, and I moved to a quiet neighborhood in west Tennessee about 12 years ago. We bought a beautiful little house and, after moving in, decided to add a nice, big hot tub in the back yard, with a fairly sizeable spa deck surrounding it. The house and hot tub were perfect for us, we spent a lot of time relaxing – mostly naked – in the hot tub on weekends and during most evenings. Actually, since I stayed home while Terry worked, I spent a lot more time in and around the hot tub than he did.
About six years after we moved in, the neighbors next to us moved out, and a retired man moved in. We met our new neighbor, Kirby, while working in the front yard shortly after he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy, although he seemed to spend an awful lot of time eyeing my ass. I get it …… I have a nice ass. For a 35-year-old man, I was in really good shape, a narrow waist, and a pert ass. With my blonde hair and green eyes I tended to attract attention wherever I went, so being ogled was nothing new. But Kirby’s eyes just seemed to linger on my ass a bit longer than most. Terry didn’t seem to notice, though, and he and Kirby were becoming fast friends, so I didn’t say anything and just let it slide.
Two months after Kirby moved in, Terry invited him over one evening to join us for dinner, followed by some wine in the hot tub. Kirby eagerly accepted, and after a nice dinner inside, the three of us headed out to the spa in the back yard. Terry and I had our bathing suits under our clothes, so we stripped down to our suits and slipped into the spa. Kirby looked a bit sheepish, and said he hadn’t worn a bathing suit. All he had on under his clothes were boxer shorts. Terry glanced at me, then back at Kirby and said, “No problem, your boxers will be fine.” To make him feel a little less conspicuous, I went ahead and untied my suit tossed it on the deck. Kirby looked longingly at my wobbling ass as it swung back and forth as I settled in the spa.
Kirby nodded, stripped off his shirt and pants, and stood on the edge of the spa in his boxers. My eyes just about popped out of my head when I saw the outline of his cock down one leg of his boxer shorts. It was huge…maybe 9” long….and thick! And it was flaccid! I couldn’t imagine how big it would be when fully erect.
Kirby noticed where my eyes were focused, and he seemed to revel in the unspoken attention for a few minutes before slipping into the water. Terry, however, seemed oblivious to what had caught my attention. Once Kirby was in the water, with the bubbles from the jets obscuring everything below the surface, we all sat around chatting, laughing and drinking wine for a while. Kirby’s eyes kept shifting over to watch me just above the surface of the water, and my mind kept flashing back to what I saw in his boxers, now sitting just below the surface of the water.
After sipping wine and chatting for a while, Kirby said he needed to use the bathroom, and climbed onto the deck surrounding the spa. When he stood up, his wet boxers clung to his body like tissue paper, and they were just as transparent. I could see everything! His cock still hung to one side down one leg of his boxers, but now I could see the outline of the head, the long, thick shaft draped off to one side, and the heavy ball sack hanging between his legs. Everything looked enormous. Trying not to stare, I glanced over at Terry, who finally seemed to notice his friend’s huge cock and balls.
Terry said, “Holy shit, Kirby. That’s a massive dick!”
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Life as a Waiter
by Roguegallery
I had been working in factories, but manufacturing was taking a hit. I got laid off and as hard as I tried I couldn’t find another factory job. I was 30, married and unemployed. I saw a job opening for “server” for a local restaurant. We had been there a few times. The food was always good, and the service was outstanding. I had definitely checked out the servers while we dined. My wife often caught me checking out the waitresses but she never saw me secretly checking out the waiters too. Yes, I was secretly bi but hid that side from her.
I interviewed with one of the managers, a hot black dude, and he was impressed enough to hire me even though I had ZERO experience. I started the following week and shadowed one of their best waitresses. As the week progressed I realized that I was probably the oldest of the wait crew, though not by more than a year or two. I was also one of the few who was married. And that most of the waiters were gay or bi. Jen introduced me to as many of my coworkers as possible, including the cooks and bar staff.
I knew I was in trouble when almost immediately I started to get hit on by both women AND men! One openly gay waiter, Scott, didn’t hide his interest and would proposition me constantly, making me blush at first! Little did he realize that IF I was going to play, it would be him. He was tall and slim, 6’2 and about 180, 26, curly dark blond hair with a thick darker mustache. He had been a swimmer in high school and had a thin waist, strong chest and arms, and a sweet ass.
One night about a month later, a bunch of us went to a bar across the street after our shift. Scott made sure he sat next to me. As the night progressed and the booze flowed, one by one my coworkers called it a night and went home till Scott and I were the only ones left. He had been rubbing against me the entire time. He pushed back from the table, ran his hand along his crotch and showed me his hard on! “I’m going to the bathroom. If you’re still here when I get back, it’s on!” He smiled as he got up and went to the bathroom. When he came out he was kind of surprised to find me still there! But he was REALLY surprised when I pushed back from the table and saw that I was hard too! “Let’s go!” he said as he walked to the door.
We got in our cars and as I followed him to his place I was sweating bullets. I had never been completely 1-on-1 with a guy before. It had only been trading blow jobs at one of the several ABS in the area. I came close to changing my mind and driving home. But I didn’t. We reached his apartment and we walked in together, neither saying a word! As we entered I saw a small but nice apartment. Nothing fancy but not a dive either.
I heard the door close and lock behind me. I had barely turned around before I was wrapped in Scott’s arms, his mouth on mine, his mustache tickling my nose. It was my first time where “passion” actually came into play with a guy. I was on fire! Our hands explored each other during that long, long kiss. I’m only 5’9 and 130# so my head was bent back to kiss him. That exposed our chests for exploration! As soon as I touched his nips he gasped! And as soon as his hands grabbed my ass I gasped!
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The Coffee Shop
by Dangerboy666
I had been going to the same coffee shop for years now, the staff changed so often, once you got someone who knew what you liked and how you liked it they were gone. They were training yet another new guy to become one of their baristas. He was a handsome guy young I would say twenty one maybe three.
Tall, slim and a handsome guy he had the most amazing smile, I would be his first actual customer, I gave my order and he attempted to get what I asked for. They stood and watched him as he did what he had to do to get what I had ordered correct. Just watching him I knew he had messed it up pretty badly, but I would see how it tasted.
Yeah, it was bad, but I said it was okay, he smiled at me and I was on my way. The next day he got much better, it was close but not yet perfect, he apologized for what he had made me yesterday he knew it was a total mess. The third day he knew my order, he did his thing with all the machines to get my cup just perfect, and he did.
I took a seat and would relax before I had to head out to work, he came and wiped the counter I was sitting at, he and I struck up a conversation. He really was a smart young man, and so damn sexy, we chatted for a few minutes then he went back to his duties. I watched as he walked away damn he had a fine ass on him.
His whole body was incredible, he was slim with a V shaped torso, the apron he wore hugged his tight body. He had long hair tied back in a ponytail tucked inside of his shirt, his hair was brownish black, he had five o’clock shadow, he seemed to be attempting to grow a makeshift beard. I still could not get the image of his ass as he walked away.
He and I chatted every morning as I went in to get my morning coffee, his name was Steve, he really was a sexy man, a deep voice, that suited his gentle exterior. As the weeks went on Steve and I talked more and more, I got to know he was single, lived with a roommate, who he did not like but working in a coffee shop he could not afford to live alone.
I walked in one day and he handed me my coffee, he had it ready for me when I walked in, he took his break so he and I could talk. I mentioned I had tickets to an event they had on but did not want to go alone. He mentioned that he would love to see it if I wanted company, I was not about to let this opportunity pass me by.
So we would do dinner then the event, he was thrilled that he would get to go, I was thrilled I had someone to see it with. I would pick him up and we would go out for a nice dinner, as we ordered our entrée he asked me if this was a date?
“Well Steve I would love to date you and yes this could be our first and hopefully many more.”
Steve turned a beautiful shade of crimson as he hid in his menu, he and I toasted to our first date, and hopefully many more. The dinner was fabulous as was the event, when we were headed to the car Steve held my hand. I opened his car door and gently shut it, I got in and started the car, Steve leaned in and kissed me.
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