After high school, I attended a military academy. For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents. That is, of course, if this were a true story, which it is not! But I digress.
I am 6'3", 175#, blonde haired, blue eyed, chiseled chest with an 8!-pack abs. I was the star quarterback for our high school football team and laid a different girl every weekend, sometimes even 2 or 3 in one weekend! My cock is 6" soft, hangs like a sausage, and when it inflates, it's close to 10"! I am.....
Wait, wait wait! That's a little too much fiction (and sound more like the porn vid I was just watching before I began this story!)
Alright, here's the real scoop. I'm 5'10". I weigh 190-195#. I'm not over weight, but I can never quite get rid of some baby fat that hangs out in my gut and (much to my chagrin) my chest. (Yes, I have some size A man boobs - get over it). I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I've had many people tell me I look like a young Tom Cruise (course they were all ladies over the age of 50 - but I'll take what I can get!) As far as my equipment goes, well - I'm no porn star. Soft, the little guy is maybe an inch or two. And don't even bother trying to look for it if I've been out running on a cold day. Hard, I manage 6", maybe 6.5" I have had some guys tell me that my balls are nice, though - they do tend to be hangers.
Experience wise, before I graduated High School, my experience had consisted of feeling up a couple of girls (hands under their sweaters) and one hand job that lasted all of about 10 seconds before I blew my wad and ended things cause I was embarrassed. Not sure if that makes me average or in the minority - but my guess is closer to average than not.
This STORY (not to be confused with memoir) is about my journey and how the military academy made me the man I am today. Not the successful businessman (which it did, but I'm guessing that's not the story you want to hear!), but the man who ....
The owners are very cool about not harrassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each other's cock, etc. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not.
But I never thought they were true. I never thought it was so easy. Until this past weekend. There's this former frat boy George whose parents bought him an AT&T fancy wancy computer. We had been friends for about a year when one night while partying as frat boys of all ages always do, he said he had something on his computer that I might be interested in. SHWING! was my immediate reaction.
I have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way. The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year.
I was to stay for a week and then join my folks for a vacation in the mountains. Well, I thought, this'll give me some quiet time for some real good long wanks, so I packed up some clothes, my favorite porno movie and a full bottle of lub and left. He was a skateboarder and a very nice guy.
He guessed that he had less than an hour left to get in and get his friend out. He sat on a ledge on the outside of the orphanage. As he looked at the sun setting over the deep blue lake, he listened to the voices drifting out through the window. The voice made Alex shiver. Thomlin replied, "you won't get away with it. Someone is going to stop you."
It had been a long spring semester at Tech. His first year had been filled with a lot of emotional strain and academic pressure as a result of performance expectations from his family. A two week rest of solitude and quiet would be a welcome relief before he had to start his summer job.
For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
This kid that I refer to as the bibleboy. He always carried a bible around until we met. First time we met my cock as almost exploding out of my work overalls. I noticed him glancing at it. He noticed how big it was and I was sure I could fuck him so hard.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
To begin, when I graduated from High School I was straight. Maybe not straight as an arrow, but I had no thoughts of wanting to get it on with guys. Well, I will admit, when I got a chance to look at porn (there was no internet yet but I had found my dad's hidden stash), I did realize I liked the pictures better when there was a boned guy in it. I also had this recurring dream where I hung out in a room with a bunch of naked (male) classmates. And the couple of wet dreams I had usually involved getting a blow job from another guy.
Yet, I wasn't gay! I went out with girls, and tried to get in their pants. But I will admit, I was more interested in getting a blow job, than sliding into her box. There was one time, I even had a girl ask if I wanted to go back to her room. She asked if I had protection - I did, but I said no, cause I hoped she'd offer to blow me instead.
Don't get me wrong - I was a typical horny teenager. I wacked off at least once a day. Typically it was the last thing I would do before I fell asleep. Get in bed. Pull the covers over me. Pull my underwear down (still tighty-whiteys at the time). And begin my nocturnal exploration. I'd begin with a slow caress of little petey's head, right along the crevice below my piss slit. Goose bumps would travel over my body.
I'm cut, but the doc left some skin, so next I would grab my dick with my fist and slowly move up and down along the shaft, letting the loose skin rub over petey's crown. With my other hand, I would grab my nuts and give them a nice message. If I was sweaty down there, I'd drag my finger through the stank and bring it up to my nose. Man, I love that smell.
It wouldn't be long before I'd start leaking. That's when the real joy started. My cock would get slick with pre-cum. I'd use my thumb to massage the fluid into my rigid head. Looking back, I'm not sure when I started this next part, but somewhere along the way I even ventured into tasting that salty snack. Umm, pre-jizz. It would make me yearn to taste the full nectar. (OK, so maybe I should have realized that I had an interest in my own gender, but I was a teenager - being gay was not cool - especially when and where I was in high school.)
I would stroke slowly until I could not help but speed up. Faster, Faster, FASTER! Until...Until...Almost...ALMOST...YES...YESS...THERE IT IS - that moment we all know- RELEASE!!!!! Rope after rope of teen spunk would spurt onto my stomach.
Now once again, despite what we all see in the porn vids, I did not drape my finger through my goo and taste it. Although only seconds earlier I was hungering for it, the moment I blew my desire not only left me, but usually turned to revulsion-not over wanking, I had no shame in that-only about putting semen in my mouth.
I often tried variations of masturbation. I humped towels (even stuffed animals a couple of times - not cause I'm by any means into animals, but because they are soft and furry and felt good against my cock). I got a rubber from a gas station bathroom once to see what it felt like to put it on. I liked jacking off in new and unusual places - once I rubbed one off in the woods, once in the ocean while I was on vacation in Florida.
This would all change during my four years at one of our prestigious federal institutions of higher learning.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
I made a point to avoid the clubs but I didn't mind the pubs. I didn't have the kind of body gay guys seem to go for, the muscle in my arms and legs was there, but it didn't have that self-consciousness about it, it was just everyday muscle, nothing special and lacking any real definition due to the ever increasing body fat.
It was late and we just finished putting the tent up. We were getting ready to go to sleep when my friend went to close the tent windows and he was wearing nothing and he was very hard. I was in my sleeping bag and just seeing him got me very hard. He was just walking around the tent not saying to much.
Paul and Grant are both young broadway stars in a secret relationship. On a vacation cruise they come across this African-American 18 year old that needs a place to stay after his dad found out he is gay and threw him out of his room.
He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home.
Some rams ignore the female sheep and like to hump other rams. Big dogs do it to little dogs and sometimes even the other way around. It is usually a sign of dominance; for one male to show dominance over another. With that knowledge it would be no surprise to know that homosexuality exists in the world where humans and animals are combined. There were many other men there besides him.
He shifted nervously, not knowing what to do next not really sure what would be expected of him. He looked about 16 or 18 years old; it was hard to tell his exact age. Black boys tend to age well; but they also grow sexually mature and adventurous early.
He rolled over, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock, but was unable to return to sleep. Quietly, he sat up and climbed out of the bed. He had just plowed his girlfriend Jess a few hours ago on this cheap motel mattress, but now he was up again. This time, though, he wanted to push his throbbing tube into someone else.
Nate is a new player in his College Football team, and he's having trouble coming to terms with how he measures up to the other guys. Lucky for him, the Assistant Coach knows exactly what he needs to do.
Being a freshman in college at a huge campus has been an awesome time, and spring break was no exception. A group of about five friends, including me, had been planning for several weeks to take a trip to Florida where one of our friends owns a small house.
The guys in the band were all a few years older than me and one guy in particular was great potential conquest material. Brian was not too bright and fairly affable but so uptight about sex that arranging a situation were I could fuck him without any of our other friends finding out was next to impossible.
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