Gay Play Toys

Plunged into a cool darkness, Ben reached over the equally cool sheets and touched Tom’s ass.

“They’re not asleep yet,” Tom whispered looking over his shoulder (though Ben couldn’t see him do so just yet).

“Makes it more dangerous,” Ben whispered.

“Shhh,” Tom laughed.

“Hey you two,” Kim called from across the hotel room.

“What’s going on?” Steve called from his fold-out cot.

“Go to sleep,” Tom said to them all. “Go to sleep.”

“Shit, you guys,” Steve said.

“Jesus, if you’re gonna do something, at least do it so I can watch,” Kim added.

“Go to sleep,” Tom shouted and they all burst into giggles.

In the rumble of the AC and the good humor in the dark big hotel room, Ben took the opportunity to wiggle forward a smidgen and get his hand under Tom’s boxer’s waistband. Tom sighed (not loud enough though that anyone but Ben could hear) and rolled his ass ever so slightly back into Ben. In seconds Ben had his fingers splayed and crawling down over Tom’s hip to his tight curly hairs.

“You know how lightly I sleep,” Kim said. “If either of you even make a peep, I’ll hear you.”

“Peep,” Ben said and again the slightly drunk quartet began laughing…and again Ben moved even closer to the black man he was now, for all intents and purposes, ‘spooning’ with.

Tom could feel Ben’s cock pushing up into his ass. He arched his back as Ben got his hand down at the base of his pounding erection, he strained his eyes and could just about make-out Kim lying there across the room from him, on her side facing him in her bed, as he had seen her before Ben had turned out the lights. Maybe Ben was right, this was kind of dangerous, maybe it was even exciting, (well not as exciting as maybe Ben fitting a cock ring down his cock right then, or them having packed some lube!) but Kim was right there, a few feet from them, and Steve was just across the room near the air conditioner.

Tom and Ben had yet to ‘come out’ to their friends, in fact they weren’t even dating, but with all the drinking tonight, the warm camaraderie on the beach all day and the fact that Ben and he had always had a thing for one another-and both were gay and unattached-what was happening here in their bed was not a surprise to either guy…nor would it be a surprise to Kim or Steve. Shit, Tom and Ben had kind of planned it this way, to just ‘happen’ to fall into one of the double beds, while Steve took the cot as he had that thing with his back and Kim, the only girl, was given sole possession of the only other queen-size in the room.

Given their druthers, had either thirty-year old guy been alone with any other gay man, Tom or Ben would have whipped out the gay sex toys (had they packed any), taken out the industrial bottle of lube (had they packed that to) and had a party! That the two gay men in this room happened to be…each other, was an odd happenstance, to say the least. But somehow tonight (and this was a fact Ben or Tom might not admit sober) this rendezvous was happening precisely because they “weren’t” alone.

Still, there was no reason to be overt about it, Tom thought.

“Fuck, you’re hard,” Ben said, rolling even closer to the man lying in front of him.

“So are you,” Tom said, pushing his ass back to feel Ben’s cock poking him even harder.

“This is so fucking hot,” Ben growled in Tom’s ear.

“Yeah, but…”

“They can’t see,” Ben interrupted him, and kissed the back of Tom’s hot neck. “You know Steve, he’s probably asleep already.”

“Yeah, but like in a couple minutes Kim’s eyes will adjust and she’s just dying to catch us.”

“I hear you whispering.” Kim sang, from across the room. “I fucking know you’re doing something.”

“Oh go to sleep bitch,” Ben snickered.

“What a fucking waste man, what a fucking waste,” Kim chuckled. “Two great looking guys and I can’t even watch! I mean I’ll even go get the lube if you want!”

With this, Ben and Tom heard Kim shift, shuck and roll over onto her other side (or at least this is what they imagined was happening as neither could see the girl just yet).

“I hope you’re satisfied,” Kim said to the far side of the wall.

“Not yet,” Ben said.”But we’re working on it.”

“Ben!” Tom sighed.

Again the room erupted with laughter, though Steve did not join in as he was already asleep.

Ben began tracing his middle finger up and down Tom’s popping shaft and Tom reached behind, peeled his boxers down off his ass. Shit, maybe he would send Kim out for lubricant if she was offering!

Kim actually really did have very acute hearing and she reached down between her legs to tickle her wetness at whatever it was she thought she was hearing.

I come here too often, to this site I mean. I spend a lot of time on the internet nowadays looking at sex toys, and imagining what the hell I would do with some of these contraptions. I’m not stupid enough to reveal any critical details about myself but I want to make an anonymous confession, at least to feel for a fleeting moment that I set the record straight. Funny choice of words, that is, setting the record straight, because as you may have guessed already, my confession is simply that well, I am gay. I am a closeted gay man, married and living a very quiet life in suburbia with my wife. The kids are grown and out of the house now, but still I can’t imagine after all this time coming out in public and disappointing everyone. God, look at the shame in that last sentence, I won’t erase it though, because it’s really how I feel, skewed and unfair as it may be, I am still today ruled by my own fears, and limited wealth of self acceptance. The world was different though when I was coming up in it. Gay men were hidden away and cloistered from the world, to be gay was to choose exile and I love my town my life. So in place of the love of a man, I have chosen to troll the internet looking at the Johnny Hazard 8” Cock, or the Jeff Stryker Vibrator, imaging what they might be like to slide between my lips, or think what it might be like to watch those two men undulate between my legs with my cock in their mouths. Tonight I am breaking my cherry of sorts, not only by sharing this albeit anonymously, but also by buying my very own realistic dildo. I want to know what it feels like to touch it, I want to see if it makes me feel braver to perhaps finally come out to the world or at the least, share this secret with my wife.

I am a straight guy, but once in a while I wind up in a little unexpected “trouble.” I checked out the porn theater not too long ago. Sometimes I just go in there once in a while to see a movie for a couple bucks and beat off one time before I have to go home and deal with the family. For some reason, though, I just wasn’t feeling it this time and I was about to leave. The place was full of gay men this time. This one guy kind of followed me out, but then he walked right past me onto the side street. I dunno, I guess I just kinda followed him then, too. What the fuck, I thought. I passed by and he was in a dark corner by a dumpster. He was so bold – he whipped it out right there, squirted a splash of lubricant in his hand from a tube and started stroking himself while he stared right at me. I could tell he was a real fag and wanted my dick, so I decided to give it. It seemed like no one really goes down this alley much, so it didn’t seem too risky. I didn’t even say anything to him, just took out my cock. He did the same routine with the lubricant and started jacking me. It didn’t take long. I came real quick and zipped up while he just stood there and started to finish himself off. I love my wife and I’m definitely not gay, but there is something about getting stroked off in some freaky situation by a guy’s hand sometimes.

I guess I’m telling. Well, I’m telling you on this message board because I am a little unsure what my friends in my gay men’s social group would think.

I have been into gay sex toys since forever ago. My boyfriend and I play together with our cock rings, butt plugs, anal vibrators; jack off sleeves, the whole deal. Lately I have been having certain thoughts and it led me to pick up something that can’t really be called a gay sex toy. I felt really hot for a “real skin pussy,” so I bought one. I can’t tell you how yummy it looked to enter it for the first time – I’ve never been with a woman in real life, BTW. I feel like I’m having a secret affair—lovingly applying my best lubricant, pumping away and having explosive orgasms with this thing. A lot.

Ok, I know it’s just a toy pussy and I know I am a seriously gay man. I feel kind of dirty and maybe a bit embarrassed. I feel like I should play twice as intensely with the very gay sex toys to compensate. But it makes me so horny to imagine crossing the line. I don’t think I’ll give up on my secret little toy pussy soon. Is that so wrong? I’m curious to hear what you guys have to say.

Thanks,
“Experimental” in Pittsburgh

I’m not big on worrying about labels myself. I’m a ‘If it feels good do it” sort of guy. If you really want to label yourself it’s really up to you. I think most people would say you are bi, but that doesn’t really mean much. A lot of people would say that you’re gay. Others would say something like you’re not really gay if you had sex with a woman. Everyone has their own litmus test when it comes to these things.

I think you need to experiment more. After only 3 or 4 intimate experiences, of varying degrees, you’re still figuring things out. There’s no mathematical equation out there when it comes to sexuality. It’s not like, liking muscles= gay or not liking to go down on a chick= gay. Plenty of straight men don’t like performing oral sex on their partner. That alone doesn’t make you gay. (But maybe you should try it once just to see if you really don’t like it? Just saying.) Plenty of gay men don’t like being on the receiving end of anal sex. Plenty of very gay men can also appreciate a hot chick. Neither of those things automatically makes you straight.

Go, experiment, have fun with it. Worry about deciding what label fits you best after you’ve tried everything out there you can try. Maybe all you need if a partner who is really into some sex toys so you can have all the experimenting you need with one partner! Sex toys are a great way to mix it up and keep your sex life fresh and different, regardless of the sex of your partner.

So we’re in the showroom again, NYC. Every year we do a room for fashion week, my partner and I. And every year we try and top the year before both design wise and in our sexual exploits. This year we happened to be doing the showroom of a Japanese designer with a bit of a bondage edge to her work. I like the work but it feels too nineties to be of any fashion significance; however it lends itself PERFECTLY as a setting to get our freak on. “T” spent over $300 of our budget this year on TabuToys.com, I don’t know how we’re going to bill the designer for this, but we’ll work it in there somehow.

He bought all sorts of good stuff, lubricant and anal vibrators; he got us cock rings, and butt plugs in every conceivable size. This afternoon we finished hanging the last piece of drapery in the showroom and tonight we’ve invited a couple we play with quite often to come by so we can put our little stamp of approval on the place. We are going to have a little fashion week gay orgy like no-one’s ever seen before! There will be pictures taken of course, so if anyone would REALLY like to see them they can find me on here in the members section, I’m sure. Other than the pictures though, after tonight’s Gay Men Only Fuck Fest (GMOFF), the showroom will return to normal and the little Japanese designer girl will be none the wiser. It is feels so good, to be soooo bad!

Sometimes the gay community makes me wonder: What’s the deal with trying to join the status quo? Everyone is talking about marriage, and no one is talking about liberation anymore. Sure, having all the same rights and responsibilities as everyone else in society is important, but whatever happened to the wild side of the community that didn’t fear speaking out about our sex lives and enjoying open displays of radical affection? Have we all become so demure as to keep our fabulous rainbow of possibility behind closed doors, save for one day a year at the Pride Parade? I believe that we can play a significant role in society by speaking the truth of our sexualities and wearing them proudly.

I envision a world where we can be ever more open as gay men, lesbians, bisexuals, omnisexuals, transgendered, BDSM fetishists, polyamorous lovers, or whatever we care to be. I wait for a world where we can sit at the bar or café and talk about our sex—“Yes, I bought a cock ring today, a dress, and some anal toys, too.” I call for Sex Toy Liberation! I may sound radical, but I don’t believe our role is to blend in. Our role is to push the envelope—to demonstrate to the world that more pleasure makes for a world of more honesty and less artificial cultural constriction, more joy and ultimately less war. Can we rise to that occasion, or has sex-positive become the new gay, to be stigmatized and shamed just as we once were simply for loving other men?

It’s true. My hand and magazines are all I need most of the time. Sure, I wind up meeting up with a nice man now and again, but I pleasure myself just as enthusiastically. I guess the subject line is a little bit off because I also need lubricant, and lots of it. Oh, and some sex toys. What’s a gay man without those items, especially if he’s flying solo?

Lately I’m into my tranny mags. I love how you look at the pictorials, and they start by revealing their nice little silicone tits. Then they take a little more off and tease you with what might be in their panties. Finally, the big “secret” is revealed—a nice hard cock hidden behind all the girlie trappings. That progression never ceases to turn me on. After the first few pages of every mag, I take a nice handful of lubricant in my left hand and start going to town. Yep, I’m a lefty! I turn the pages one by one, getting hornier and harder. Finally, I find a picture can’t resist and blow my load while I think about that girlie fag’s dick in my mouth.

I usually go once or twice a night, and it’s always great when I take some time and insert one of my favorite anal toys before getting down to the evening routine. Then I’m guaranteed a nice, building experience and phenomenal orgasm.

My lover and I wanted to have a little fun last weekend, so we wound up doing what, for us, has replaced our usual trip to the erotic video and toy store…we spent a night on the Internet! We had prepared beforehand by ordering a few new toys and some lubricant. Then we started getting cozy and went online to one of our favorite gay sites. I like the ones where we get to see real people- real gay men, real anal, real bears who love every minute of what they’re doing on camera.

Once we started getting hot, he hit me with one of our new purchases- Boy Butter Anal Lubricant. Wow. It isn’t like anything we’d ever used before. I’m not one to rave about a product, but I couldn’t believe how creamy I felt and how he glided into me. We went at it for a good, long time, & I never had to stop once to ask for a re-lube. There’s nothing better than having my guy’s dick up inside me, and looking up at the screen to see a hot guy getting banged exactly the same way. We haven’t found any better way to spend a Saturday night, unless we include new toys—then it’s just magic.

Hey guys! It’s me, Ed again with the lube obsession. Well, maybe I shouldn’t classify myself as obsessed, but I am an enthusiast, as you saw in my last post. It helps, given my particular appetite— being a masturbator is a way of life. I haven’t been able to keep my cock out of my hand for more than 5 minutes in years, LOL. If any of you sweet gay boys want to stroke with me over the webcam sometime, you know where to find me. It can’t hurt to ask

Anyway, someone had asked about lubes for gay sex toys. By that, do you mean mostly anal toys? You definitely want to use a lot of lubrication, and always something water-based if you plan to have someone fuck you (and of course, using a condom is a no-brainer). If you are using a lubricant to jack off like I do, just find one that feels good on that hard-on of yours and will withstand all that rubbing. Mmm, I get hot just typing those words.

I like my exotic anal lubricant experiences, but find that I often fall back on something tried and true. 2 nights ago, I got a little sloppy with ripe mango and some cantaloupe (!). After I rode the edge for what seemed like eternity, I wiped off, took a palm full of my trusty JO System, turned on one of my favorite gay porn sites, and shot one hot load! The unconventional lube gets me hot, but it’s the smooth, clear formulas that finally do the trick.