During the Christmas shutdown period of 1995, I became much more active in our local gym. I'm built pretty sturdy to begin with (5'10" brown hair, brown eyes, muscular at 185,and 8.5cut), but wanted to work on packing on some more muscle. My mid-west farm boy looks and build always gets me plenty of dick as it is, but I like lifting and decided to hit it pretty hard during my vacation period.
A couple of days after Christmas, I hit the local gym and started doing my upper body routine. I noticed a very handsome young man there, about 18 or 19 years old. He was evidently of Amer-Asian descent. I liked the oriental look of his face, but the rest of the body said American meat. Talk about smooth, built, and cute. I kept my eye on him the whole time I was working out.
I noticed as I was doing the bicep curls that this little oriental boy was staring at me. I was still not sure whether or not the boy was gay. He might have been looking at me just because he wanted to compare muscle sizes. I figured that I had nothing to lose, so I made sure and looked back while he was looking. The young man did not look away. In fact, when I smiled and winked, he smiled as well.
I decided to pour it on a little bit. I grabbed a larger dumbbell and sat at the preacher curl machine and he decided to work each bicep nice and slowly. If the kid wanted a show, who was I not to give him one. When I finished that, I felt my big dick starting to get hard in my shorts. My black spandex shorts were beginning to get pretty tight and you could see the whole outline of my cock. I laid down to do a set of bench presses and by then, I had a good six inches of cock stretching down my leg. The young man came over, as if to spot me. As I looked up, he licked his lips and whispered. "Want to suck. Want to suck cock".
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!
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
I went out earlier in the evening and bought a six pack to keep me warm on that cold December night while I visited chat room after chat room on the Net looking for a hot cyber date. Little did I know, this night would not be like all of the other nights alone with my PC. And apparently my online love interests thought so as well as they told me on numerous occasions.
The roommate they gave me was an older, uninteresting man whom I escaped at every opportunity. We were staying in a national motel chain that had the liveliest bar in that sleepy seventeenth century town. I went to the bar and drank and played a video game.
There were quite a few people there that I didn't know or hadn't seen before which is unusual considering I come from a reasonably small town. Before I get into the party, I'll tell you a bit about me. I a 6'1" bodybuilder with brown hair and eyes. I realised early that I only had average looks so I developed my body into the muscular physique that I have today. I was simply playing hard to get.
To some the Big Apple became a baked apple. I was away and missed the worst of the heat - not that I mind the it all that much. What the heat does do, however is to make the arrival of fall, all the more welcome. Autumn, for me, is the smell of burning leaves, fresh donuts, crispy apples. cider and rosy cheeks. The 26+ mile run enhances the city's image as a place for watching and looking.
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 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.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
My parents, the people I have spent the past 18 years of my life with are leaving, and here I am, all alone! Alone in a new school, in a new city, and with a new life ahead of me. So, I wander around the dorms for a few hours, trying to make new friends. I meet a few people, hang out, and have some friends to go down to dinner with.
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.
There was something of a family crisis so it was decided I'd visit the farm during the long summer holidays. The slow train pulled into the small rural town of Marton and stopped at the tiny railway station. I collected my suitcase from the Guard's van and looked around me. The platform was empty. I sat down on my suitcase and waited in the bright sunshine.
On the basket ball team, tall, thin, muscular. Blonde hair, green eyes, a long bushy tail. He wasn't exactly average after all! You see, Niko is the genetic combination of human genes and animal genes. Fox genes to be exact. Everyone drools and yearns for him. Not just males but males who were like him. Either furries, or a niko, which means they only have someone animal characteristics.
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.
That comment didn't help matters any. By the time I was done with that set, I had to carry my small workout towel in front of my crotch as I headed to the front of the gym. I grabbed one of the bigger towels (the ones used for showering) and walked back into the weight area. I approached the cute young man and thought I'd strike up a conversation.
"It's kind of dead in here".
"Yes." He gave me that kind of nod like "I don't know what the fuck you just said, but if I smile and agree maybe you will think I understood". I figured that the kid did not speak English very well.
"I'm going to hit the sauna now, Take care".
"Yes". Boy, I thought to myself, this could be a one-sided conversation.
I took my towel and walked back into the locker room. Pausing to lose the spandex, I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist to cover my half hard cock and entered the sauna. There was one really fat old greasy man in there and he looked like he would pass out at any minute. I took up a seat, but kept my towel over my dick.
In very short order, the man left, taking his dripping, wrinkly ass with him.
Now that he was gone, I figured I'd start working on getting that boner back.
I gave my faithful dick a few tugs and that familiar shiver came over me and the blood started pumping. Closing my eyes for a second, I envisioned that young man sucking me off and my dick really coming to life. It was then that I heard the door of the sauna creaking. I quickly covered up my raging boner and I was surprised to see the little oriental kid enter. He took up a seat right next to me on the wooden bench.
"Hi! What's your name?"
"Yes" This kid is worse than the rainman, I thought to myself.
"No kid your NAME. I am Brad." And with that, I pointed to myself.
"Uhhh. Kwon. Kwon"....The kid looked nervous. I smiled.
"Okay, Kwon. Nice to meet you." I leaned back against the wall of the sauna and pulled up my towel. My eight and a half inches sprang up and slapped me in the gut... I was rock hard.
"Ohhhhh....Want to suck! Want to suck". I nodded and Kwon fell to his knees. He dropped his towel and I got a quick view of a little uncircumcised penis. His body was very pretty and smooth. It almost looked like it was carved from ivory.
Kwon sucked my dick into his mouth. I immediately felt his tongue attacking the underside of my cock. It felt incredibly good. His little tongue was darting all around the most sensitive spots. At this rate, I knew that I wouldn't last very long.
His head was bobbing up and down rapidly. I kept my eye on the window in the door of the sauna. Between the heat and the fantastic blowjob, I was feeling pretty damn weak. I knew though, that I could never let this little oriental cum vacuum go without finishing me off!
Up and down, his head flew. It twisted and turned and then there was more tongue action. I could not have done any better with my hand. As I squirmed on the bench, I spread my legs a little. Kwon's hand started fondling my balls and then, I felt a probing. One of his slender digits found the hole of my ass. He slowed down his sucking until he had his digit shoved into my asshole.
This kid was an expert in sucking. I could feel wave after wave of precum surging in my balls. As he tongue hit the sensitive spot just under the head of my dick, I could feel a delicious paralysis set in. My legs stretched to their fullest, the calves straining. My breathing quickened and became shallow.
Every last nerve was stimulated and I knew that I was reaching that point of no return. The finger in my ass was torturing my prostate and my ass came off the seat. I grabbed Kwon's head and forced as much of my dick into his mouth as I let fly with a huge wad of cum. He choked for second and I shot another big volley of jism. Quickly swallowing, he swished my third eruption of spoo all around his mouth and, with good suction, coaxed a fourth spurt.
When he finished cleaning my dick with his mouth, Kwon sat on next to me. I bent over to suck his dick and he said "No." Puzzled, I looked up at him. He started playing with his dick and then leaned over to kiss me. I kissed him and held him as he jerked off. It didn't take long, and when he came, he jumped off of the bench and shot his load on the rocks of the sauna. He bent down, took my cock into his mouth for a few more strokes and then stopped. We both grabbed our towels and headed off to the shower.
I never saw Kwon again after that. I presume that he was on a break from school and had to go back. Even though he could not speak English very well, there were was one subject that this little stud could teach a college course on!
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The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
I was a lot more experienced than the other guys in more ways than one. That I owe to a business acquaintance of my father's who was also one of his friends. This man who often visited our house seemed to be interested in me. I soon understood that he also loved underwear.
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.
There was a one other time I played with Skylar, the young guy who was on his way over to my loft. It was a couple of months earlier, and he had joined another friend of mine and me in a hot three-way. The two young guys were both bottoms and I took turns pounding both of them safely. But that's not the story I'm telling today. This is a true story about a one-on-one session I had with Skye.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
Tricky Dicky was POTUS, 'Nam raged on with body bags arriving at Alameda Naval Air Station every day, and I was a long-haired hippie living in the Bay Area, actually out in a wooded part of Menlo Park at the time, and occasionally I'd make the trip to The City to sex out.
A friend of mine owns a furniture making business and he's been trying to convince me to work for him for years. He gave me a key to the building, inviting me to make a visit anytime in order to look the place over and tell him what I think. For the past thirty-some years I've been getting up so early, even the roosters are still snoring.
The hot new kid turns out to be a future basketball star. He lucks so fucking hot. We both have to do twenty extra laps after practice. Perhaps I will get to see his cock in the shower on the first day.
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".
All of the scarce wildlife had already disappeared into the shady alcoves along the stretch of beach. I had located a shady isolated picnic area on the tourist map, which had to be around here somewhere. After stumbling through some bushes and an overgrown footpath, I eventually found the picnic area. There was a little braai area and some crude benches.
"Come in," he called, getting up from his kneeling position. The door opened slightly, and Nick poked his blond head through. "We're ready," he announced. Chris nodded solemnly, an expression that looked out of place on a fourteen-year-old's face, but he realized how serious this ritual was.
It was mid July and a very warm night. A very close friend and I were out driving around looking for some hot action. We enjoyed this picnic area that is located on a small island on the to a very well known tourist spot. At this picnic area in the evenings many gays meet there. That night we drove around the picnic area twice in a half hour not finding much action. I dared him to do the same.
He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home.
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.
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 steam room was my sanctuary in the house of pain that most called a gym. The bleached white towel that lazily draped over my thighs was the only image of purity that this bath house would conjure up this evening. Being so wasted from my work out, it hurt to just sit up against the back dark corner of the steaming box. Somebody had covered the harsh yellow light with a couple wet towels. One.
He was unconscious because he was the victim of `harmless' horsing around in the boys' changing room. Coach Anderson was going to be pissed off if he knew that his cardinal rule was broken. He didn't like filling out accident reports and hated having to explain scraped legs and broken arms to nervous administrators.
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