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".
I had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
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.
We were different, Odysseus and me, different than the other boys in Socrates' academy. We were encouraged to experiment on our own. Which we did at every available opportunity that presented itself. We liked having sex, in the vestibules of town houses, in the public baths, next to the statues of naked gladiators with their idealized body parts.
I went to the back booth to watch my favorite type of videos and dropped a coin in the slot. Shortly after I started to notice that a black man entered the booth across the way and proceeded to watch his video, but keep an eye on the aisle.
Joe is always a very horny guy, seems that he always has a hard cock and loves to tease Pat about his beautiful rock hard cock as much as possible. Even while they are in church, standing next to each other in the balcony singing, Joe whispers to Pat that his cock is rock hard and he wishes he could jack off. Joe is hot and horny as usual. Quickly he gets into position on the bed.
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.
How the fuck could we lose? We were the #1 ranked team all season. No one even came close to us. And we lost 2-3. I left the field before the rest of the team and headed to the locker room. The whole school was there. I could see the mascot and the geeky science kid that was apparently his handler. I don't know if he liked animals or just hated sports. Fuck that little bitch.
"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.
Yes, thats right were moving, my dad is a high class lawyer and his job is sending him to a law office in California because it gives him a chance to become senior partner at one of the most prestigious law offices in the world. I'm 17 years old going to be a senior in highschool, have my own car, and did I forget to say I'm Bi-racial. My mom was white with blond hair, and my dad is black.
Pulling my hand from under the sheets, I brought it in to my body, running up my smooth, bare chest before slapping the snooze on the alarm clock. It was Friday and university classes were out for the week, allowing me, a newly turned 20 year old student the chance to catch up on some deserved sleep. Halfheartedly, I pulled myself up into sitting position.
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.
I couldn't go more than a few hours without beating off. I can even remember going up to my bedroom and jacking off while I had friends at the house, sitting downstairs. They knew I was spewing my spunk all over the room up there, and occasionally made a teasing reference to my rather frequent disappearances. Basic training but a major damper on my auto erotic indulgences.
He loved playing football, baseball and all the other sports at college. At 19, he was already a huge guy - 6'2" and 190 lbs of solid muscle. He had shoulder length brown hair, a little mustache and a little soft hair that trailed down the center of his pecs, over his ripped abs and down to his crotch. He worked out everyday in the weight room, pushing his body as far as it would go. 95.
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.
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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I had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
I'm lying in bed, half asleep, and slowly being awakened by the bird songs. I hear the sound of a waterfall near this wood cabin in the lush, green, tropical forest. The big, wooden doors are open and welcome the early morning smell's of the forest. A tropical breeze pulses the soft, white curtains of the windows. I slowly lift my head and look next to me. My eyes close and we become one.
Well two week ago I went to the Compound to relieve a little tension. I was so fucking horny to find a hot ass to fuck and a cock to play with I'm surprised I didn't fuck the attendant. I checked into my room and started the search. In the video room they were showing a hot Australian cock movie.
Temporary duty was always good to have. Having been in the army for a couple of years and being an N C O, I enjoyed those occasional opportunities that came along to go places away from my home fort. This one was going to be more of an adventure than I had thought.
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.
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
For the past few years I've been a sex addict. Black cock was my drug of choice. I couldn't get enough. Night and day found me on my knees in some alley, park, or men's room giving head to any Black man who came along. Usually I had to pay and more than once got the crap beat out of me. I suppose it's best to start at the beginning. Their titles say it all.
I only attended school for a half a day in my senior year, having taken as many extra courses as was permitted. There was an adult movie theatre in town (in those days they showed the old "nudie cuties" but they were very exciting to an eighteen year old with a perpetual erection.
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....
So long in fact, that the immortals of old had ascended and those that replaced them had never realized tranquility could end. And so when the darkness came, only the King of the Immortals felt fear. For fear was an emotion of old and as such, had long ago been lost. Even when the fauna took to the shadows and returned mutated with a thirst for blood, fear was not found. Uncertainty. Confusion.
For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
He loved playing football, baseball and all the other sports at college. At 19, he was already a huge guy - 6'2" and 190 lbs of solid muscle. He had shoulder length brown hair, a little mustache and a little soft hair that trailed down the center of his pecs, over his ripped abs and down to his crotch. He worked out everyday in the weight room, pushing his body as far as it would go. 95.
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.
Did for me too. We had free Disney channel last weekend and so I caught an English Import. Dickens' "Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe". Hadn't seen it since when I was a kid, but it kindled memories. Ones I'd kept on the back-burner. Like that time I walked into that little boutique in San Rafael, with the unusual merchandise:I'd recieved their flyer. Green flourescent paper, Ugly Black Type.
Xavier was fast but I kept up. He'd just broken a sweat me, I was dripping. Swerving off down into a gully Xavier suddenly tried to break away but with determination and a laugh I was soon close on his heels. I'm sure he felt the anticipation of what might be coming, running to win and running to some privacy was a thought he must have also had.
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.
After beating the Florida Marlins, they had clinched the Eastern division championship of the National League. Javy Lopez, their young catcher, was leaning against his locker, with his white towel wrapped around his naturally tan midsection, talking to Chipper Jones.
Part of my job includes being the wrestling coach. Wrestling is one of the few sports the school can afford, and has enough guys interested to field a team. Our wrestling practice room is about 20 feet by 30 feet, with no windows, and one door. The previous coach turned what was a former storage room into this wrestling room by lining the walls with wrestling mats, as well as the floor of course.
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