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.
I knew a couple of gay guys that I worked with they seemed very happy together and I fancied going for a drink with them but I did'nt know how they would react as they thought I was straight. I decided to bite the bullet and when we were out having a fag I asked them if they fancied going out for a drink tonight. You want to come back to our place for a coffee they asked me.
I'm sitting in the back seat, bored and miserable. This was supposed to be a nice trip, just me and my dad, going to Mississippi to visit my aunt. Instead I have become an alibi again. Little did I know that I would meet someone that would make it wroth my while, and it is not a girl!
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
Yes, thats right were moving, my dad is a high class lawyer and his job is sending him to a law office in California because it gives him a chance to become senior partner at one of the most prestigious law offices in the world. I'm 17 years old going to be a senior in highschool, have my own car, and did I forget to say I'm Bi-racial. My mom was white with blond hair, and my dad is black.
It was mid July and a very warm night. A very close friend and I were out driving around looking for some hot action. We enjoyed this picnic area that is located on a small island on the to a very well known tourist spot. At this picnic area in the evenings many gays meet there. That night we drove around the picnic area twice in a half hour not finding much action. I dared him to do the same.
This is a true story, and before I begin, let me describe myself: I am 5'8. 18 years old, clean shaven with short blond hair, and very full lips. I've been living in the West Coast with my parents for 5 years when this incident occurred.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
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 was a half-Chinese kid, four years younger than me, who lived nearby. The last time I'd seen him he was a cute 13 year-old desperately trying to be big. He would brandish knives or start playing with packets of cigarettes. I'd always been attracted to him. I'd see him outside on his bike. To Scotland.
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 ....
Well, you just have to take the journey with me.
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.
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Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway.
of Florida, Gainesville, also shared a dorm room with three other guys, all of us straight, but equally used to open masturbation and in some cases, without guilt, embarrassment or homophobic fear, giving each other a "helping hand" from time to time.
Nick retorted, "Duh, what did you expect?" Their friend Brandon, who they met in Western Civ class last semester, came skating over, stopping in front of them with a spray of ice. "Well, you little fucker, you! What're you doin' out here?" Nick asked.
I was 18, just, and had for about seven or maybe more years been attracted to hot guys. Now I had an opportunity to find friends, lovers and, most importantly, sex. Being gay and 18 years of age I was totally gagging for it! There I was one night, chatting away in a chat room when a message popped up from a local guy. We chatted for some time and then decided to meet up.
Together we discovered masturbation; experimented with each other's growing cocks and looked at each other's body for hair that was supposed to grow. We were typical boys with a quest for manhood. In Junior High we joined a youth hockey league. By now our experimentation had ceased, but I couldn't take my eyes of his developing body.
My parents, the people I have spent the past 18 years of my life with are leaving, and here I am, all alone! Alone in a new school, in a new city, and with a new life ahead of me. So, I wander around the dorms for a few hours, trying to make new friends. I meet a few people, hang out, and have some friends to go down to dinner with.
This is really a true story and if you have had similar experiences or would like to discuss this I might be interested but would want to do it privately.
Actually, due to his feminine looks and stature he appeared to be much younger; but not knowing of any reason to doubt him, I didn't. Abu was 7 years of age when Hussein invaded Kuwait. At the time he lived with his father, mother, and younger sister. Because his father and mother had been educated in London, Abu and his sister were fluent in English as well as their native tongue.
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.
This is a strange tale to tell you, but I wanted to let you all know about the first, unusual, time I ever fucked Steve Ronsini. I had never had a chance to check out his equipment, even though we were roommates. Steve and mine's greatest joy, though, was science-fiction. Scratching was impossible.
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
I've been in pursuit of such organs for years, and here is the story of my "first time" with a really big one, and still one of my best memories. I had the opportunity to write this down recently, and thought I'd post. I discovered then that I had a fetish for big cocks and loved everything about them.
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