"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.
Not much out the ordinary happens, usually. I grew up in a medium sized, mid-western city. My childhood was pretty much the status quo. But my biggest fear was that I'd grow up, live my entire life in the same city, then die. That idea scared the hell out of me. So I decided that wasn't going to happen to me. I had two options.
5 inch circumsized cock. After paying for my room I wound my way through the pitch black corridors, lit only by the luminous red glow of the EXIT signs and the spillover of light from the cubicles. They had open ceilings which allowed patrons to share the moans and gasps of neighbors indulging.
The other trainers had both left the company very suddenly. I finally talked the owners into letting me hire another trainer. Training on our product isn't too hard really. There is a lot of traveling though, which has good and bad points. So, we put out an ad for trainers and got a very good response to the ad.
A few cars are parked in a narrow lot opposite a wide expanse of lawn that needs water badly--the drought is felt here because of neglect. Beyond the dying grass, the hills of the great park rise abruptly into the blue blue of the Southern California sky. A lone figure is standing at the head of a well trod trail smoking and watching.
For example, I found it impossible to stand next to another man in a crowded urinal in case, well, in case. I guess it all stemmed from my mother's warnings about men who were "dirty", as she called them, men who would do bad things to boys if they could. So, I always assumed the worst, even when I was grown to manhood myself.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
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.
One particular day, I was sitting in my hotel room naked and beating my 8-1/2" cock while construction workers repaired the hotel work just outside my room. They're really hot but there is one especially that makes me want to cum. He's a gorgeous 6'2" blonde hunk and he just took off his shirt to wipe his chest and his brow as he's covered in sweat. He tastes salty!
I had just walked after a rough day at work. I loosened my tie and flopped on down on the couch. My roommate Kate told me that Joe called while I was out. She told me that he wanted me to come over tonight, said he had a favor to ask.
The health club that I go to has the best locker room set up that I could ever imagine. The club itself is enormous, covering several football fields. The second floor of the building, where the men's locker room is, has been added to and altered many times over making it a maze of shower rooms, saunas, steam rooms and whirlpools. By now, Dan and Slava have seen my erection a million times over.
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.
I'm a student at an Ivy League College, and I stopped into the gym for a little relaxation after work. There were a lot of guys around, including two beautiful French boys with big round asses and nice uncut cocks, sitting in the sauna. He had penetrating blue eyes, and looked shy.
Sean tied up the dogs and then we went into the musterers' hut. I soon got a roaring fire going and my big friend heated up the stew over the flames. "Damn good tucker, even if I say so myself". Sean scooped up the gravy with a thick slice of bread. My friend was 35. A tall, ruggedly masculine man with skin as hard as leather, from working outdoors. The year was 1947. "They're a bit sore".
We even had class lessons on it in Health. But I never once saw them. My best friend was in pain and I didn't even know. My lover was slowly dying right before my eyes. I remember all the times we hung out together, him not knowing that I loved him. Nights spent in each others rooms sleeping in the same bed as best buds but not as lovers. I guess I should start at the beginning.
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.
I had begged and pleaded with the residence life staff for a single room, but the dorms were already overcrowded, and they denied my plea. The previous year's roommates had been horrible. They were mean, messy, miserable, and did nothing but make my "home life" a living hell. My new roommate didn't move in until the third week of classes.
It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. 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.
The car comes to a complete stop and Daniel, a young man in his mid 20's who is arriving home from a rough day rapidly steps out of his car and frustratingly slams the door shut and began to make his way towards his apartment. Shivering in the cold night air, he fumbles around in his coat pocket trying to find his keys.
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 joined the Marine Corps at the end of my junior year. Delayed entry program. I'd had plenty of time to think about it and as the time drew near, I desperately wanted to get out of it. But the alternative was to stay in my home town. I chose to go to boot camp. It was my worst nightmare come to life. Up until then, I'd lived a life of relative ease.
Here it was, Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, everybody else was packing up, heading home to a fantastic holiday, and he was stuck in Oxford, Mississippi, with nothing better to do than watch blurred cable television, and count the tiles in the ceiling of his dorm room.
We had always had separate rooms before and I was a little disappointed because I love to do some good j/o fantasy while traveling. Gary wasn't very happy about it either. I had seen Gary naked several times on our trips, however, because we both liked to swim, and we always took advantage of the hotel pools. He always wore Speedo's, which about drove me crazy. Gary is very hot.
Joe lubes the plug and a finger. Joe works the lube into is waiting asshole and wonders what would Tony's cock feel like. Joe slow inserts the plug feeling his muscular ass tense and as the plug pulls into place deep in his hole. Joe pulls on his underwear then pulls them off and pulls on a jockstrap. Tony misses his pickup but it will not be back from the body shop for several days.
I guess one of the guys who moved back had owned the house but it did not sell so back he came. Let me tell you about this neighborhood, it has some of the hottest men in California. Across the street are a Dad and grown son who works on his cars all the time. Next to them is a married guy with a hairy chest who works in the yard often. He was such a turn on. WOW, I was hooked.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
They seemed like all American frat types and were very friendly. I asked them about the frat row, etc. They talked about the parties and so on. I got a tour through their frat house and the place was mostly empty. It was late so I guess the guys were out or asleep. Somehow we started talking about gays...
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.
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight. The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. I was certain that it would hurt. Kiss his balls.
One particular afternoon after finishing up our swim, we all piled into the showers, stripping off our swim suits and washing our penises. Slowly the guys started to exit the shower, but I took my time. Suddenly only me and Tim were left.
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.
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.
I was the typical queer, I excelled at everything a boy shouldn't excel at and hated gym class. I resented everything about gym: the goddamn blue uniforms we had to wear, the prepubescent boys trying to out-jock each other, I even hated shower time. During showers, the boys would have to strip down to their nakedness and use soap.
Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex. Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body.
But I never thought they were true. I never thought it was so easy. Until this past weekend. There's this former frat boy George whose parents bought him an AT&T fancy wancy computer. We had been friends for about a year when one night while partying as frat boys of all ages always do, he said he had something on his computer that I might be interested in. SHWING! was my immediate reaction.
He's tall and thin, and very hairy, at least from what i could see of his arms and legs and what peeks out over his tee shirt collar. I met Santiago at a night class I was taking, and we became study partners. I loved being near him and sometimes I could look up his short sleeves and see his hairy armpits. He had a musky sensual scent that was arousing.
I like it there because they have a free pool table and it's a great way to meet people without having to take them home first. So as I was lining up my shot, I noticed that at the other end of the bar, tucked away in the corner behind the stairs was an old fashioned barber chair and sitting in it was a man with the hugest dick I'd ever seen. It must have been 10 inches.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
I had experienced more than a few special times at the one up north, finding more than the machines to give me a good work over. My ass was aching for a good fucking and I had no local contacts in this new area. Maybe I would get lucky this morning.
Coach said we could use the pool when ever we wanted as long as someone was around to supervise. To my luck of course no one was there when I showed up. So I sat there for about 10 minutes thinking if I should or should not go into the pool. And disobey what coach said. I didn't want to disappoint the team on Tuesday so I went into the pool anyway. After about 20 minutes of practice.
He was definitely a gorgeous man. He was much more muscular than Roger expected a miler to be. But there he was, anyway: nice wide shoulders, great delts, carved pecs tapering to a minuscule 28 inch waist. And those calves. Chad felt most runners don't put enough hours in the gym. He meant that it helped a lot to enhance both endurance and power when you run.
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