Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2010 04:03:07 -0700
From: John Fritter <cub.confessional@gmail.com>
Subject: Cub Confessionals Part 1

*I like sex a lot. And I like to write about it. I'm not super hot but
somehow I manage to have some pretty amazing sexual adventures. I'm here to
tell you true stories. Hopefully stories that get you hard and get you off.
I'm totally open to feedback.*

*In case you're wondering - I'm a hairy motherfucker. Everywhere but my ass.
I'm of average height and have a little belly but I also work out so I'm
kinda beefy - I think the technical term is "fireplug."  I mostly top: my
dick isn't huge but it's plenty thick and seeps precome all day long. I love
to make out, love sucking dick and getting mine sucked, and love fucking
ass. I get fucked too but the dick has to be big enough to warrant entry. I
like a challenge.*

*Like I said, I end up having more than my fair share of hot times - maybe
because I'm an alpha male and if I see something I'll go for it? Guys tell
me I'm handsome but that just makes me shy. I like all kinds of guys: tall
or short, thin to beefy and all colors of the gay rainbow. Everywhere I go I
think the men are hot. And everywhere I go I end up getting naked with them
(unless I'm in a monogamous relationship and then, believe it or not, I
honor that).*

*These are all true stories, with only the names changed to protect their
privacy and I think the truthfulness makes it even hotter. Let me know if
you agree.*

© Cub Confessional 2010*
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*hotel owner's son wore special underwear just for me *

I went to India when I was 27 and was surprised to find out I was a sex
object there. I was flirted with every day on the bus or walking down the
street. My ears were pierced - that's the only thing I can think that gave
it away, that and I wasn't traveling with women.

I'd landed in Calcutta and was traveling down the east coast visiting town
after town. I'd see some of the same faces in town after town, fellow
travelers like me. One guy was an obvious homo from Israel. We'd see each
other in restaurants eating with local guys (the local homos could spot us
from miles away and would approach us to talk, flirt, eat food and maybe
have sex with us) and eventually we started talking.

He was about to leave the little town we were in called Hampi but he wanted
me to know that he had been royally fucked by his hotel owner's son in the
monkey caves outside of town. He went so far as to introduce me to the guy,
Chandra, who was probably 22 and a very handsome man with a mustache and a
wiry body. As I shook Chandra's hand he gave me the secret homo handshake
with his index finger rubbing across my palm. Okay, everybody knew the score
- hot. I'm pretty sure Chandra was straight but given that men can only have
sex with their wives a lot of guys were willing to do what was necessary to
get serviced. And I was only too happy to oblige in this case.

I checked in the next morning not sure how to proceed. Chandra solved that
problem by coming over to my room and asking if I wanted to tour his
family's banana plantation later that day. Worked for me. So that afternoon
I got on the back of his scooter and he drove us out into the banana fields
and through them. He parked at the edge of a river valley where we jumped
from one giant boulder to the next until we were in the middle of the river
on a boulder that was semi-secluded by other rocks and nobody else anywhere
close by.

He told me to stay there while he took care of something and went off
jumping across boulders the way we came. I didn't know what the hell was
going on but he came back soon enough and we sat down in the shadow of one
of the boulders. His English was minimal and I was nervous but eventually I
worked up the courage to put my hand on his thigh. "Is this okay?" I asked
and he said yes so I got bolder and moved my hand up to his crotch. His dick
was already hard in his pants and it was big. I massaged his hard on through
his pants and felt my fear be overcome with lust. I opened his pants to see
that he was wearing leopard spotted briefs. I think that's what he'd run off
to do - change into his "sexy" underwear.

No matter, I pulled them down in a few seconds and started feeling him up.
His dick was probably 8 inches long and thick - perfect. I jacked him off
for a minute looking at it and looking at his face to gauge how he was with
all of this. He looked at me with mild disdain but he knew what he wanted so
he pushed my head towards his crotch. I licked his dick and some precome
seeped out. That made me go crazy and I pushed my head down to take in more
of his cock.

I alternated sucking his dick and licking up and down his length for a few
minutes. I was hard in my pants and eventually pulled them down so I could
jack off while I sucked him off. Maybe Chandra wasn't as straight as he
acted because when he saw me beating my  meat his dick swelled up even more
and he warned me he was coming.

I sucked on his dick even harder for a few seconds, playing with the idea of
him coming in my mouth. But at the last second he pulled me off so I jacked
him off hard and he came all over my face. Ropes of come covered me as I
laid back on the rock next to him and tasted his precome in my mouth. Within
seconds I came all over myself while he watched.

Chandra handed me a rag and we cleaned up. He didn't really want to look at
me anymore after that but we got on his scooter and rode back into town.
Somewhere along the way we stopped where he saw friends and I'm pretty sure
he told them in Hindi that I'd just sucked his dick but I couldn't be sure.

I stayed a few days more and even ate dinner with his family but we never
did it again.