"Arrrrgh" I screamed as the sweat poured down my face. "Arrrrgh, that hurts coach.it hurts!!!!." But my moans only fueled Coach Johnson's determination as he worked the tennis racquet handle into my tight young ass. He knew these were not moans of pain.they were moans of pleasure, and he had been listening to them for nearly a month now. Oh how my life had changed in that month.
I had never been big enough to qualify for any of the really good sports. I'm talking about the really tough ones where you slam into other guys or the ones that make you strain every muscle while trying to pin your opponent. Those would have been the sports I would have loved.with their sweet moments of bodies pressed tightly against each other... But I usually had to settle for being the mascot, or the towel boy in the locker room. Sure, that had its benefits. I did get to see all of my classmates in the nude. And where else do you get invited to carry the sweat drenched jockstraps and uniforms of a whole wrestling team in a big double-armful of mind-numbing aromatic bliss?
Don't get me wrong, you would have never known I thought about the other boys "in that way" at all. I may have been small, but I sure got my share of dates. You see, although I had a small frame, I did have one "big" redeeming quality. Not all that massive, but at 8-1/2 inches long and about 5 inches around at the base. for "my" age it was a nice size to have been dealt.
Our school gym was equipped with a somewhat medium sized room downstairs that was used for storing spare equipment, and also contained a washer and dryer. It was my daily duty to carry those wonderful sweaty piles of wrestling uniforms downstairs and wash them after practice. Oh, how I loved that job. I would always wait until long after the last team member would go home. Then Coach Johnson would always come into the locker room and warn me to lockup the gym doors when I was finished. If only he knew what went on 'before' I finished.
The moment Coach Johnson would leave, those doors would be locked and I would practically sprint down to the laundry room. The room had rows of equipment racks and shelves running down either side. With the washer and dryer at the far end, there was about a ten-foot area where the dirty uniforms could be spread out and room for a chair to sit on while I waited for the clothes to dry. I would spread the clothes onto two piles. One was wrestling uniforms and the other pile was nothing but jock straps. I would quickly spread my prizes onto the floor and then get out of my own clothes. Once undressed, I would assume a position on all fours with my nose at the edge of the pile.
My cock would be standing at attention, pressed against the taught muscles of my abdomen as I slowly inched toward my destination. Then I would gently push my face into the pile and breathe in the musky smell of ball-sweat from the uniforms. I would savor each deep nasal breath as it would pass through my lungs and travel through my bloodstream and down to my already stiffened cock. My body would get warm and my cock would be begging for my hand, but I would restrain myself. My favorite part of this ritualistic rite of masturbation was the fantasy that was to come.
After those first few deep breaths, I would sprawl forward so that I would be lying facedown in the pile of clothes. Slowly I would move my hips up and down, simulating fucking the uniforms. I had my self control, but after a few minutes of my sweat-scented ritual, I would roll over onto my back and pull a couple of handfuls of the tangy scented jockstraps onto my face and breathe in the sweet smell of boyhood left by my friends.
As I was driving out, I was hailed by a pedestrian in Marine uniform who asked directions. Since I was heading towards the same destination, I offered a lift. He accepted. As he got out of the car, he thanked me and I told him he was welcome. He then surprised me by asking if I was sure.
Much as I hate the chore itself, after-hours at the local laundromat MORE than compensate for the inconvenience!! The owner is a Korean guy named Kim, a short, slim, but solid little fellow in his early 50s. His jet black hair is flecked with grey, and that, combined with his bifocals, gives him a very distinguished, scholarly look. Kim puts on the radio, and Korean music starts playing.
Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Alan watched him unobserved. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving.
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
It's the place to be when your feeling nasty! Last Saturday around midnight, I was buzzed just the right amount and was horny as Hell. I drove over to the health club on the east side and upon pulling into the parking I noticed a lot of cars, meaning hot action! I pushed the buzzer to enter and finally the door opened to let me in. I say men off in the distance looking me over.
I mean, it was always in the back of my mind, but consciously, I never really thought about it. I knew I liked women, and that was always good enough as far as I was concerned. But it was this summer that I had been "introduced" to sex with other guys, and I found that I started to notice them more often. One that I noticed in particular was our neighbor across the road, Jake.
The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
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.
Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.
My eyes followed as he moved and began to lift the weights. Pretty impressive. He was pretty strong, stronger than me. I noticed his shoulder were also broader than mine, though it was difficult to say for sure with his loose clothes. I wanted to get to know him.
I tried out for swim team, and the tryouts lasted maybe 2 weeks. During the tryouts there were only about 8 boys going out for it, so that meant that there would only be like one or two boys per locker row while we were changing. I shared my locker with Blake, this hot tall guy. His dick was always a bit semi-hard, which made me curious. Could he be gay?
Broad shouldered Brett was my dream man. He was 18, just like me, and I craved his cock. He had the most perfect body you could imagine. After a practice we find ourselves alone in the locker room. We are going to have to shower naked, just the two of us.
I'd gotten an assignment from my editor on the school paper to do a story on the teen Runaways seeking fame and fortune in Hollywood. While I was hanging out at Oki-Dog, I ran into Scotty. He was a cute young kid who claimed 18, but looked much younger. I bought him dinner. I even believed some of it.
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.
I had been warned that one of them was the teenage son of a wealthy Turkish magnate who was formerly a member of the now defunct royal family and I was to be very deferential to them all. When I got to the terminal I went straight to the Airline Information Desk and checked the status of the flight and told them who I was collecting.
Craig was pissed when he went to bed last night. It wasn't so much that he had to work this summer; in fact, he'd planned to look for a job anyway. It was his dad saying it will make a man out of you. He was right though, but not as he intended.
Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling.
Everywhere he looked, Dean Jones' eyes feasted on virile manliness. He thought he'd be observing a class of adolescent boys starting out in the world of bodybuilding. Instead, the private school's weight room boasted 8 of the humpiest studs he'd ever seen outside of a bodybuilding convention.
With my face covered in the damp stench of young crotch and my mind lost and swimming in the overwhelming scent of musk, I would slowly reach down and begin to stroke my cock. All the faces of the young muscular bodies, intertwined together on the wrestling mats, would flash through my head. My most common fantasy, which always involved Todd Martin wrapped up like a pretzel with Chad Simington, would make my cock flex, and my fist pound my thick young boy flesh even faster. My mind's vision of their hot bulging biceps reaching and exploring each other's body for an advantage.but (in my fantasies anyway) finding each other's young cocks.was where my fantasies would always go.
Todd is your basic All-American boy. Totally hot, totally gorgeous and could possibly have the most boyishly polite and courteous personality on earth. At 6'1 and 190#, he played just about every sport there was. He had that muscular frame for which every sport had some applicable position, and he always did his best to get that spot on the team. He was the kind who would never rest until he either broke a record or was hospitalized trying.
But Chad, he was different. Chad was only about 5'10", but weighed as much as Todd. He did not play all that many sports.just wrestling. He spent most of his time in the weight room. Chad was a diehard when it came to weights, and his massive bulk on such a short frame make him look really great. Most of us thought he was taking steroids, but to mention that to Chad meant a complete ass kicking. "Pure and natural 100% beef!" Chad would reply when we busted his chops about it. "Got one side of beef for my chest and the other side of beef for my cock.want a burger?" (Yeah, nobody else got it either, but that was Chad for ya.) The combination of Todd's boyish good looks and Chad's round muscular frame would make for a million fantasies.and I think on this particular day I was on number 269.
Lying on the pile of teenage jockstraps, lost in my dream, I would unconsciously slide my young hands over the length of my shaft, lightly grazing my piss slit to catch some of the pre-cum that was gushing out. I have never had any problems with a supply of bodily fluids, and pre-cum was my favorite lubricant. I would rub it over the head of my cock as I stroked it, and my fantasy would change directions.
Chad, while reaching between Todd's legs from behind in an effort to flip him over, reaches up and cups his young opponent's bulging ball-sack. Todd's face darts around, confused and amazed, and his eyes lock with Chad's. After a few seconds of shock, Todd does what he could never imaging himself doing.he leans forward and kisses his friend.
My own cock-jerking increased to a furious pace as the two young guys in my fantasy moved into position so that their growing members could press against one another through the thin elastic of their wrestling singlets. Once facing each other, they begin to push their cocks against each other, rocking and rolling until light drips of pre-cum began to show through their uniforms.
I would be wild by this point. As usual, my fantasy was running full tilt. The intoxicating combination of the rich suffocating scent of ball-sweat covering my entire head, filling my hungry nostrils with the fire to keep my fantasies rolling, would cause me to shoot one of my gallon and a half cum shots any second. I frantically stroked my cock to the brink of explosion. I thought more about Todd and Chad in their youthful lust, and pumped even harder and faster. I could feel my balls tighten as my orgasm crept closer. The blurring pace of my hand was beginning to make my arm hurt, but I didn't care. I just took another deep breath of those wonderful sweaty clothes and was transported back to the gymnasium where Todd had moved his head down to Chad's crotch to chew on the boy's hard cock through the straining elastic.
At this point, Chad gets a look of animal lust in his eyes. He reaches up with both thumbs and deftly pops the two shoulder straps of his singlet away and lets them fall to his side. Then, in one swift motion, he slides the singlet to the floor and quickly slides his jockstrap down to his ankles, freeing his thick 6" of cock from its body-heated moist prison. He grabs Todd's head roughly by the ears and pulls it down onto his thick hairy cock. Todd gags as the young cock is brutally forced into his throat, but he does not pull away. Instead, he hungrily impales his face onto his friend's cock and sucks it deep into his throat until his nose is pressed the pubic hair. Chad appears to go into some kind of trance, throwing his head back as he grabs his friend by the hair and shoves his cock all the way into Todd's mouth. Almost in a blur, Chad's hips hammer his cock into Todd's hungry mouth.and his legs begins to tense. Todd cannot breathe, as he grabs onto Chad's legs to steady himself against the brutal fucking his mouth is taking.
Back in the real world, I am rolling around with one hand beating my cock so hard that it looked like a purple cannon waiting to shoot a flood of white gooey ammunition all over my chest and stomach. I was getting close to the prize.a bath in my own sticky semen. I wanted to cum so bad it hurt. I wanted to shoot load after load of my slippery juice all over myself.
The scene in my head turned to Chad. He was beginning to shake. I knew it would be soon that he would give Todd the drink of boy-cum he wanted. Oh how I wished it could have been real. I have seen him swallow the creamy cum so many times, and have shared Chad's orgasm in this fantasy many times as well. But I was willing to settle for this. I was pumping my own cock so fast that I could barely catch my breath. Chad is barely able to stand as he violently shakes under the pleasure Todd was giving him with his expert mouth.
I am about to cum too.
Chad's hips jerk and he doubles over. In a barely intelligible grunt, he says "Oh God, here it comes." and his hips buck with the first body wrenching spasm. The force of the cum-blast was so strong that Todd gagged and you could see his eyes turn blood red while a thin milky dribble runs down from his right nostril. But, instead of backing off, Todd regains his composure to reach around and grab his friends round muscular ass cheeks in a death grip that pulls the cum shooting cock deep into his throat. Gurgling sounds can be heard as Todd releases the spewing shaft from his throat for a moment and then violently forces the throbbing cock even deeper into his throat to swallow still more of the salty cum.
The fantasy was too much; my right hand was pumping furiously with my left hand gently cupping my balls. Frantically I forced my painful bicep to keep up its blurring pace. I was so close that I started to buck my hips into the air again and again, arching my back over and over as if in convulsions. Then, finally my balls dropped and released. Great, wonderful, waves of pleasure washed over me as the first muscular twitches of my orgasm came and my first thick stream of sticky boy-cum escaped from my cock.
Scott was a slutty top guy. One day they met online and quickly decided they should meet up and fuck. They decided to be sluts together and have sex with each other all the time. David was 25 and the perfect bottom boy. Hot bubble butt, sexy dimples, short and cute with a great smile and an amazing mouth with BJ lips. A guy everyone wanted to fuck and most did. Scott was tall and handsome.
I sat in my office today hard as hell. I wanted to fuck U so bad. I can usually get off in my office but it was rather busy today. So I left the office for a min today. I went to a park. I parked my truck where no one could see me, I had on a pull over Tommy shirt & some Khaki Tommy Pants. Then I pulled it out! My mind filled with dirty little thoughts of us fucking right there in the open.
I really wanted to have sex with a black guy, but I never had the opportunity. I hang with black guys, but they are all straight. I love cock. I met Leon through these same friends of mine at a barbecue. He was somehow related to one the guys I hang out with. He was six foot two and weighed about 200 lbs. He was very built and had dreads in his hair which was a major turn on.
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described. He glanced around. He must have changed his mind and headed for the door. My heart sank. But then, he stopped about halfway and turned again in my direction. He looked as if he were debating whether to come over. Finally, he headed in my direction.
It starts out by him coming over to visit and then he finds my hidden stash. A dime bag of pot and now he wants some. So I let him smoke it all and on top of it I let him drink a whole bottle of Bacardi rum. When he is drunk, he is more likely to fall for my advances. First we would kiss and I would strip him naked. For ever piece of clothing that comes off, the more I suck and lick.
I was collecting and used to be kidded about my getting tips. I played along even though I wasn't sure what the joke was. The two guys were young, in college I think and always friendly. I used to love to go to their apartment to collect because they'd always be lifting weights or horsing around.
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
The note said that he should not change after the game. It was finally time. He had been looking forward to this for such a long time. The note did not spell it out, but he knew it was time he knelt down to wrap his mouth around his friends dick.
When I started my collection in high school a few years ago the predominate color was white and the material rough cotton, now there is such a variety of colors and materials. Variety has become the spice of life and I for one love it. I am currently a freshmen at State college.
I was a teacher's assistant, or "office boys" as we were called. I was in the boy's locker room two times a day. For me it was like dying and going to heaven twice a day. There were three of us per period and we had various duties, the best of which was passing out the towels from the "towel cage".
Sure I was match fit, but each year the training was harder and I was finding it difficult to keep up with the younger guys. So this was my last game and while I wanted to play forever I also knew that for my own good and the good of the team it was time for me to retire. "Quit while you are ahead" is good advise, although it is less easy to accept it.
The walls were covered in mirrors so that he could see his own reflection wherever he looked so that it was unnecessary to be covert. He took a great deal of satisfaction in what he saw reflected. In the locker room, he stripped and showered before putting on clean underwear, fresh shorts and a tee shirt.
Of course there was the typical teenage period when he became a bit secretive, but he gradually learned that getting caught wanking would not get him into trouble, and when he was found out smoking dope, his punishment was more understanding than he had expected. As a result, he doesn't seem to have a problem asking me about things like the best way to shave his balls.
A boy stood there, 18 years old. He was beautiful, with thick black hair, straight and cut short. His features were pubescent. His brown eyes looked at me with a friendly smile. He was dressed for winter, with a heavy jacket zipped up over baggy dark blue jeans. I was in love. And soon, so he would be. "Can I help you?" I asked, with a slight grin.
It was not my luckiest day. I had been waiting hopefully for nearly an hour and nobody had stopped. Then, quite suddenly, the sky clouded over and I was drenched with a burst of torrential rain. It was dreadful and my body was soon soaked to the skin and I felt very, very miserable. The rain stopped leaving my long blond hair bedraggled. I was only twenty-two and stood six feet two tall.
Craig was pissed when he went to bed last night. It wasn't so much that he had to work this summer; in fact, he'd planned to look for a job anyway. It was his dad saying it will make a man out of you. He was right though, but not as he intended.
I was 22 years old, light brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10, and weighed 165. It was a Saturday night in July and I was oh so horny. I made my way to the bathhouse on Halsted. After I found a parking spot, I entered the front door. The line was long, as usual for a Saturday night. There were no rooms available so I settled for a locker. I got my key and towel and was buzzed in.
When Brian saw that Gene's name was also on the list, he experienced a twinge of anxiety. The relationship between them went way back into childhood. They lived in the same neighborhood, their parents played bridge together, and all during elementary school, Brian and Gene were inseparable - in fact some of the other kids thought they were brothers.
My brother had planned a weekend trip with his girlfriend the same weekend our parents were away, however her parents were very protective. As part of the agreement she had to take her younger brother Tyler. My brother made a deal with me that if I let the brother crash with me and kept low he would give me a 100 dollars.
On a bright sunny day JD, the football jock, suggests that Andy joins him for a bit of swimming. Without swim trunks they go on their way to the lake and JD soon discovers just how innocent Andy is, but oh so eager to try out new things!
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