"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.
I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful dream. In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack and watch TV.
Many things went thru my mind, Bookstores,Parks, etc. Then I had it!! I was only a block away from the Worthington Hotel! Sure thats it! Traveling guys need sex too! I went inside the lobby and saw NO sign of a guy looking to have his cock sucked. And I really needed one in my Mouth! I walked thru the Lobby for an hour or so and NOTHING! Then It came to me.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me.
His dad had just helped him to move into his room that he would be sharing with another guy for the school year. The guy on the reception desk had told Joey that he would be sharing with a new guy to the school by the name of Sandy. Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. The two guys looked each other up and down. Sandy's track suit revealed a huge package.
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.
Gus started working for in the summer term of this year. He is one cute guy. He is about 5'10 black hair brown eyes and about 180 lbs. one day I started hitting on one and he was like what the fuck are you doing I told him nothing. and he said why I said I will give u all the water you want after you strip for me and let me suck your dick. in your case probably about 30 seconds.
The hot breeze of the evening fanned my face and added to the erotic moment. I daydreamed about our encounter and could almost feel his heat, his body close to mine. That summer, I was getting ready for University and had come up to spend a few days at my folks summer cottage. A little swimming and fishing would rest me up and prepare me for the work ahead.
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 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 did end up playing for a minor league team last spring and have been having the time of my life, both on and off the field. Once you've heard my story, you'll see what I mean. Shortly after arriving at spring training, I found myself befriended by two of the older players. We hit the showers.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
"Seems like I've just been gone for the weekend," thought Chris as he lugged his suitcases up to his second floor apartment. Chris' roommate graduated in December and had moved out. Erik lived in the apartment across the hall. His roommate had transferred to another university. He was a typical cowboy.
I was nearly in the fetal position at the foot of an unfamiliar bed, the skin of my forehead stiff with dried cum. I couldn't recall exactly how many men had filled my ass with their seed the night before, but I was unable to forget the only one who sprayed himself all over my face. He caught my eye right before he unloaded, totally silent as he came and never breaking eye contact.
Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I've been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin, the big meat company, and I certainly wasn't complaining.
Jared's flight was to arrive at 3:30 and his plane to Europe was to leave three hours later from the international terminal. That gave us enough time to relax and act out some of our nasty fantasies. You see, Jared was a big fan of my stories and we kept in touch trading ideas. He wrote me once to tell me that he would be in my area and suggested we meet.
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.
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.
Damn was I horny. My jeans were probably bustin' at the seams. If I wasn't so fuckin' sexed up I wouldn't be doin' what I was doin' now. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I mean jerkin' off could only do so much. I was driving down the interstate keeping a sharp eye out. My work schedule was real tight so it's been a while.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
I was at work awaiting my first patient. You see this was going to be my new business as a masseuse. A man walked in the front entrance and introduced himself to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Brad Phillips.". My receptionist says "Welcome to 'Pleasurable Relaxation' Mr Phillips, have a seat. Doctor Michaels will be with you shortly."
His head was pounding, his arms and legs were sore and the wounds from fighting with Aranoble's guard still echoed over his chest, back and neck. It hadn't been a good night. Groaning, the young man sat up and rubbed his long expanse of soft, brown hair out of his eyes.
Up in the high, flat country with the golden grass in the summer. It was hot, very hot, but I had my windows open enjoying my new state. At 70 half the traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my sister's house for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three hours early.
I look around on the big empty barracks. Due to some extra work I had this morning off. This is a great opportunity for jerking off. I seize the opportunity and start my day with some cum spraying. Let us see what else the day brings.
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.
Though the tuition was a little bit high and the school was very conservative, I got more than my fair share of cock. A lot of Daddy's little rich kids liked getting their young dicks sucked and I didn't mind doing the work. Basketball practice was on every Friday afternoon at 12:30. The whole locker room used to reek of jock sweat and clothes were always littering the benches.
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.
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.
The sense of relief was starting to take hold, but I still felt like I'd been through Hell in a rowboat. I felt bad for Ken, and I sure hoped he could find an out, but I doubted it. I had nearly gotten my balls in a vice trying to help, but in the end there hadn't been anything I could do....
I had just won my tenth match and had gone undefeated for the most part of the season. I had just pinned this handsome devil in 3 minutes flat. And, boy was he a hunk. I'd wrestle this kid anytime, anywhere. And, quite frankly, I wouldn't care if I had lost. But, my mind was on that kid I just beat.
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.
It was a humid day, not uncomfortable but warm enough for me to be wearing just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans cut off at the knees. When the doorbell rang I'd just finished getting something to eat and I was standing in the toilet taking a piss. I yelled to give me a sec in the direction of the door, leaning back slightly so I could see around the staircase and work out who it was.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. and so boyish in his hair. I loved jacking infront 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 asked if he wanted to see my ass. He nodded yes. I dropped my pants and stood jacking with my ass facing him. I hope he looked at it good and got a hard of his own. He probably did.
The dormitory I lived in was a temporary building , with very small individual rooms, and with a community shower on each of the two floors. One of the first people I made friends with was a guy named Tom. We would get together after we were through studying and shoot the bull for about a half hour, then head for the showers. I had bunk beds, and Tommy slept in the upper.
The War itself was over before I was old enough to join up. So, I went to work on the Williamson farm. Now, at age 29, I ran the spread almost single-handed. The 'almost' mentioned above was the Williamson's son, Billy. Although only 16 he was a very willing worker. Billy was small for his age which meant I did the bulk of the work. I liked to be kept busy. Less time for thinking, that way.
Randy is twenty-two and as you would expect is in incredible physical condition. He has boyish good looks, but his most outstanding trait is his outgoing personality. Randy is about 6' tall with a head of thick sandy colored hair.
My guy and I work out in the same gym. He and I are on separate paths, but in the same park. We do the same thing at a party, we'll arrive and leave together. On the way home, we talk about the two different parties, both at the same place, which we were at that evening.
A busy day of studying and a tonne of assignments had set my schedule back a couple of hours. I try to go at least once a week, just as a plain stress reliever and to tone up and look great. I guess you could say I'm a pretty fit person at 20. I played sports, became a lifeguard three years ago and just enjoyed being active as oppose to slaving over my pile of homework on residence.
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