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.
On my way home I would pass a K-Mart that almost always had some kind of action going. I'd been having sex with guys for a couple of years already, and at the time of this incident, I was a sophomore in college. I had an average build, standing at 5'7", a little afro, yea, I'm black, a cute face and "bed-room" eyes as they say.
Don't get me wrong, the weathers not always like this in the UK, just when we get rain we seem to get lots of it. I decided to stay in and get some work done on the computer and had spent most of the day working on digital photos in PhotoShop or writing stories. At six p. m. I put a meal in the microwave and heated it, then went into the lounge to eat and watch the local news and weather.
Recent laws have pretty much shut all glory-hole video stores, but if you look hard enough you can find them. I had stopped at a few places, but they either had security cameras or some local idiot watching over you. Well, I finally found the place, about 20 miles out of town in the burbs. Very small sign, open 24 hours the usual stuff.
His name was Angel, and he was 5'10" 210 lb. Brown eyes Brown hair, his hair was rather wavy and long at the time. . . it was just long enough in the back to make a small (very) pony tail. He thought to himself that somewhere out there that there was some one for him.
He was starting work as the head football coach at a mid-size mid-western university. At 32 years of age, 6'2" and 180, he was different from most college coaches: he was physically fit and young. Not only did he have to get used to a new community and a new job, but his young son, Randall Jr, 18 years of age, needed time to adjust. At 5'4" and 110 #, Randall Jr.
I was running in The Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternoon. By the time that we got on the track most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad. I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my team mate to pass me the baton. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face making it difficult to see.
First let me describe myself. I am 5 11 155 lbs 18 years old runners build and a 7 cut cock. My parents took me first to France to see Paris. So hear I am on a subway train riding it through Paris with this nicer looking adult male behind me who has been checking me out the whole ride and moving closer and closer to me. he than pulls my shorts down just enough to access my crack and my hot hole.
Three of us aspiring athletes were running the track. Garth, Dale, and I all competed aggressively against each other. We were all working hard to get our adolescent bodies in shape for our respective athletic teams. We were all loaded with testosterone, each wanting to show up the other. We pushed ourselves as hard as we could, each wanting to be the best jock of the threesome.
Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start.
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.
The cordless phone haphazardly lying right next to me in bed rudely awakened me. Not the sound you want to hear after a long hard night of partying with the boys. Not out of the norm for a 21-year-old college student, "Hello"? I grumbled into the receiver. "Wake up Collin, it's 11 o'clock for God's sake!" Ryan said jokingly. I slipped off my CK's and started the water. Fuck, I needed that.
We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.
Something I just thought would never happen to me, and after 18 months, lo and behold, it happens. I was very fortunate after finishing at University and was able to walk straight into a job, while most of my friends were now bumming around and doing anything they could to keep going.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
Andrew, the coach had asked for a permit to go on a trip for a hole month. I was really going to miss him because he was a good coach, I never had problems with him and he helped me to train my body and maintain my muscular figure. But, I couldn't refuse to let him go, anyway, it would only be for a month. He would soap his muscular body while we talked about women. That felt like heaven to me.
00, very hot, humid day, sudden very heavy downpour, me, in my van, driving along a suburban road. It had just started to rain, it was one of those sudden heavy showers, then I saw him, a young lad walking along my side of the road trying to be brave and not seek shelter. I pulled into the curb and stopped just ahead of him. Hop in, Ill drop you off, save you getting any wetter.
I had finished my exams after my second year at college the day before, and felt well pleased with myself. I decided to spend what little money I had left on a trip to the nearest beach, mainly just to watch some of the cute ass out there. So there I was a slightly disheveled figure waiting for a train.
After hearing so much about Madonna and the superb job of acting that she did, I decided that I had to see this movie! My boyfriend and I watched it on Saturday night. After crashing at his place, I awoke in the morning to hear some strange noises coming from the kitchen. "Scott", I asked, "What is that?" "You must have been out of it last night. It's my little cousin, Jason. Very nice. My 8.
"Come in," he called, getting up from his kneeling position. The door opened slightly, and Nick poked his blond head through. "We're ready," he announced. Chris nodded solemnly, an expression that looked out of place on a fourteen-year-old's face, but he realized how serious this ritual was.
All my classes were over by early afternoon and I could work a few hours, then have the evening to workout and study whenever. I had been working out with Fred for the past few weeks of school. Actually, he was just showing me some good lifting routines. He was a transfer student from up north, but his buff body was what first attracted me.
Noone else was there. I was relaxing, soaking up the sun and closing my eyes. Suddenly I felt someone massaging my shoulders. I figured it was just one of my female friends, since I couldn't picture a guy doing that to me. The massage was wonderful. I kept my eyes closed and kept saying, harder, higher, lower, perfect. The mystery person was doing it harder and better.
Bob was just eight days into his first term and was struggling with the heavy workload. His mind swam with equations and formulas, and he knew he needed a break. As he stepped outside his dorm into the quadrangle, he saw several laughing happy couples walk by, and realized how lonely and unhappy he was. He was terribly shy, and did not make even one friend during orientation week.
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