"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.
It turned out that I was fitting doors with a guy named Tony, well at least I would be working inside, that fact and the sight that greeted me when I arrived on the third floor where I was to work really brightened my mood up.
I had been working out all year long and been taking a full school schedule. It was my first year of college and things had been going really well. I had decided to come back and stay with my parents for the summer to save on money. I noticed there was a new neighbor next door who must have moved in after I had graduated from high school. After a run we start talking and decide to work out together.
Decided to go to the beach and bumped into Scott. The sparks start flying and I have a good feeling about this. He offers to put some tanning lotion on my back. When I feel his finger caressing my ass, I know that I am getting lucky!
It started out as an innocent way to spend a Sunday morning but turned out to be something a lot more exciting. The match did not run particularly smoothly and the last thing I really felt like doing was having a shower but the large selection of muscular naked male bodies made me re-consider my plans.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
I passed through the double doors and made my way to the mid-section of the locker block. I opened my locker and began removing my clothes. I stripped down to my jockey briefs, then slipped them off my legs. I wrapped a towel around myself, and made my way into the shower area. Maybe I should describe myself for you.
My first week becomes a blur of wailing sirens, speeding squad cars and cold revolvers coupled with the realization that my youthful good looks and trim, uniform-clad body had drawn the attention of the others officers. But, I fail to realize exactly what it is my ruggedly handsome partner has in mind when he clasps my strong thigh in a comradely way.
I walk over to you and caress the back of your neck. You jump, startled, and quickly a smile comes to face. I press my beanbag lips against yours (my wife's expression) and fuck you face with my tongue. You lose all interest in news reading. I begin to unbutton your shirt.
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.
His final summer vacation before senior year of high school. Matt was one of the hottest guys in class, and he'd spent the entire summer by the pool, working on a tan to die for! Being a co-captain of the soccer team, he'd also spent the time in the gym working on his powerful legs and rock-hard abs and chest. At only 5'9", he packed all 160 pounds full of muscle.
I had managed to get only a quick look at his face, but that was enough for me. He had dark hair with a closely cropped beard and what appeared to be dark eyes. He was dressed in a well tailored blue suit jacket and light pants. From the way the receptionist reacted I gathered that they had met before.
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.
The big farmer slid into the cab while I jumped onto the back. We drove the short distance to the hay barn. Maruis backed the truck into the hay barn just as the first drops of rain landed on the windshield. Then the heavens opened. I climbed up into the passenger sear beside the farmer. "Thanks, Georg! I'd have never got it in dry without your help". He grinned his appreciation. My first.
I'm married to a 65 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past half year i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide oral sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. his semen. I just love making a man cum by bringing him to sexual orgasm.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
I knew my roommate was planning on getting drunk that night, though I didn't know he was bringing anyone home with him. I could make out three voices. I knew Chad's voice - loud and swaggering - but the other two I didn't recognize. I pulled on some clothes and went out into the living room area. One word went through my mind as I looked this guy up and down. Daddy!
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
I'll spread a soft quilt or blanket on the floor so that I have plenty of room to stretch and be free; I want my fantasy lovers to have it all. How about putin' on a porn film, preferably one with young guys, smooth or lightly hairy bodies, athletic, just for some company. Love to see them sucking and fucking; if they're good they can have me, too. Ready to start the fun.
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.
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.
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I returned to the club, took a room and headed for the showers. There were a lot of men cruising, but little obvious going on. I noticed that many men sat in their rooms reading but with the door open. I was still new at this and unsure of etiquette for meeting etc. Guys were walking by and looking in.
The exterminator came and tented my house and said I had to go somewhere for three days. He said I should go with just the clothes I was wearing, so I went to my neighbor and told him to keep his cat away because the gas would kill his cat. He asked where I was going to stay and I said I was going to a motel nearby. He suggested I stay with him. I thanked him but I didn't even really know him.
The "why not" mode. I mean, that's not all. I have found myself grow decidedly more excited about see another guy's cock. and letting him see mine. I'm proud of mine. not saying HUGE, but. I guess sorta like the rest of me. nice and fun to be around. Perhaps, it's not different then the innocent curiosity of pre-pubescent exploration of the human form. music food, movies.
His name was Bob, but his handle was "Naturalman" and I soon found out that he had a foreskin, as I do. I'd found that I relate better to guys who are uncut, as I am, because we share the same anatomy and use similar techniques to get off. That had been my experience too, both on the chat and in real life, and I was very happy to connect with him. He was 53 and I was eight years older.
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.
I'm almost still asleep. Here I am driving north on 101 towards Brisbane. The customer wants me there for 6 AM so I'll be there. Bored to tears. Not even a cup of coffee. My fingers start to fiddle with my key ring as the cruise control keeps me locked at 70. I think of him and take a long deep breath.
I'm in hotel management and one weekend every other month, it's my turn to be the weekend duty manager. The thought of giving up my much-appreciated weekends to sit around on the off chance that something may happen requiring a manager's input, just isn't very appealing. On this occasion, however, I was glad to get out of my sweltering apartment.
I am a 22 year-old college student, 6'1", 165 pounds and have a completely smooth and tanned body. As usual, I had woken up at six o'clock for my daily jog around the city. I enjoy exercising and keeping my body rock-hard because of the attention that I get (of course). I came back to my apartment, showered, dressed and left to my summer job.
My first week becomes a blur of wailing sirens, speeding squad cars and cold revolvers coupled with the realization that my youthful good looks and trim, uniform-clad body had drawn the attention of the others officers. But, I fail to realize exactly what it is my ruggedly handsome partner has in mind when he clasps my strong thigh in a comradely way.
I was about to start my junior year at private high school for guys. A month before school, we started pre-season practice for cross country. It was hard work. It was bearable only because we had real potential as a team. Then, about a week before the start of class, the team got a new addition: Rob. Rob was a senior, and he was gorgeous. He had the perfect body - about 6'1" and 175 lb.
That tied it one-one. Rob knew the strategy for the time remaining. Be passive and unmovable until Brown became frustrated and began to be foolish, and then reverse him to win the match. Brown wrapped his right arm around his waist and flattened his hand on Rob's stomach. Quickness.
It happened only two years ago (I am a junior now) but it seems like a very long time in terms of how far I have come along since then. In high school, I had played sports. Baseball season was my favorite, and I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of the sport (not least of all the great view I was afforded after practice in the showers and locker room). But, I did not do anything about it.
Cold where we live, its warm in Costa Rica. There are nice little villas that one can rent right at the beach that are cool. Birds and monkeys will be cavorting in the trees, and flowers are everywhere. Hot, humid weather always makes me horny, which Ryan is counting on, I suppose. He wins. We are walking along the beach at about midnight.
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.
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.
I was always fascinated by young guys (18-21) with big cocks. Being always horny about this guys, I was searching the net for pics and videos with that content. However, when you are horny, you never have enough so I planned to create my own site with such content. The most difficult part was to find the models, since I could not pay them.
A great place to entertain a new client. It's a Topless, Bottomless place for the gay crowd. You'd probably like the menu, the food is delicious. You're issued condoms at the door and you never have to eat alone. My friend Andre, and I dropped in last Saturday after a little dancing. Harvey, our usual waiter brought us our regular white wines.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
It was the last gym class before spring break. Will and Rob and Dan were on the varsity football team. They were the three biggest guys I'd ever seen, very popular with the girls, while I was a shy skinny runt. During gym class I sometimes got a view of the three of them in the showers together, laughing and teasing each other and rubbing their cocks as they talked about their girlfriends.
I'm all tense and exhausted from the brainpower I have just expended. I walk into the sweaty locker room and the steam immediately fogs up my glasses. I'm at my favorite part of the workout. Hehe. I set my duffle bag on a bench. The locker room is pretty empty. A few swimmers in their Speedos and thick legs walk by nosily, slapping their naked feet against the wet gym floor. Darn it.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
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