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".
It's been awhile since he has a serious relationship, but that hasn't stopped him from having fun. Mike is now 22, has had sex with a couple of girls and has fooled around with a lot of guys. Mike considers himself to be bi, but he fantasies more about guys. Mike has black hair, brown eyes, and isn't that hairy.
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
This started when I was in a shopping centre, bursting for a piss, looking for the toilets. I was in a corridor, looking for the toilets, when this guy walked out of a door. I asked him if he knew were the gents were, and he told me they were through this door, the one he had just come out of. I thanked him and went into the room, and went to the stalls. From that day on, I knew I was bi-sexual.
Marc is 28 and a fine hunk of man. He works out at a local gym keeping his body in fine tune. He has a large chest and broad shoulders. His ass is round and tight which he shows off wearing tight blue jeans. I love for him to be shirtless and just wearing his jeans. Sometimes I just rip them off and blow him from being turned on by seeing him this way. Marc and I talk a lot about our fantasies.
Hey, it's mostly my fault I guess. At work they call me the Nerd. When I am out of the office on the road for my Company, I'm called THE GEEK, The Computer Geek. I guess if they knew I was gay, they would be calling me other things too. I don't really think I'm bad looking. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 160. I got a 7 inch uncut cock. Dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
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.
Sitting down to eat my meager meal after work one day the phone rings. I pick it up with my customary improvised macho "Hello. " "Good evening Mr. Collins, I'm calling from the American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. " "I see, I replied in less than macho voice already kicking myself for not having the moxy to just tell him to piss off.
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.
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.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
He guessed that he had less than an hour left to get in and get his friend out. He sat on a ledge on the outside of the orphanage. As he looked at the sun setting over the deep blue lake, he listened to the voices drifting out through the window. The voice made Alex shiver. Thomlin replied, "you won't get away with it. Someone is going to stop you."
I had been warned that one of them was the teenage son of a wealthy Turkish magnate who was formerly a member of the now defunct royal family and I was to be very deferential to them all. When I got to the terminal I went straight to the Airline Information Desk and checked the status of the flight and told them who I was collecting.
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.
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.
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!
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...
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
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.
One day at training a gym day was made compulsory for our 2 month training schedule before we went to south africa on an athletics tour in the summer of 99. A few of us had stayed extra hours (most of the other guys had left around 9pm). Watching Peter pump iron was so sexy, turning me on incredibly.
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.
He was always a studious, bookish lad given to long-winded speeches about rather esoteric matters. He was shy and reserved, but I found that rather attractive. As might be expected with any conversation with Brad, we spent about 3 hours talking. "Yes," I said, "You are very cute. I looked at his firm butt and flat stomach....
Paul meets a well muscled man with dark hair, broad shoulders, perfect V-shape body and tight firm buttocks. He can not wait to get himself some of that.
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.
Because we work there we are allowed to work out after hours. Mike has no idea what I would give to wrap my lips around his hot cock and suck it until he came all over my face. Everytime I see him at the gym I can not take my eyes of off him. He is always in shorts and a tank top. I see the hair on his arms and I get an erection imagaing him jacking me off. We start with the bench press.
I also never realised they also happen in UK universities. But now I have my own story to tell and although it isn't as worse as some I have read I think you may enjoy it, surprisingly I did, and still am enjoying it. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I launch into the story. My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and I have just started on a Computing Degree.
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.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
Of course there was the typical teenage period when he became a bit secretive, but he gradually learned that getting caught wanking would not get him into trouble, and when he was found out smoking dope, his punishment was more understanding than he had expected. As a result, he doesn't seem to have a problem asking me about things like the best way to shave his balls.
He learned horsemanship on the great, black Arabian stallion Bucephalus, a gift from his devoted father. He succeeded his father at the age of twenty, quickly quelled rebellions throughout his father's dominions and went on to create the greatest empire the world had ever seen.
He was a half-Chinese kid, four years younger than me, who lived nearby. The last time I'd seen him he was a cute 13 year-old desperately trying to be big. He would brandish knives or start playing with packets of cigarettes. I'd always been attracted to him. I'd see him outside on his bike. To Scotland.
He underwent his surgery and hopped on crutches for a few weeks, then wore a walking cast for about two more months before he was back on his own two feet. He missed the last of his senior year football season and due to the injury was passed over by any colleges offering him a football scholarship.
His chest ached, his biceps were sore, and his quads twitched with the signs of a tough workout. But this hadn't been a workout for pleasure. This had been a rough competition. He walked gingerly to the locker room and looked forward to a shower.
Jeff, an athelete, with handsome looking face of long muscular hands that could grab a whole reproductive organ of a man, he is tanned, hazel nuts eye. Both of hunks are 18 and they are going to their national service soon, thus, both strangers went to the gym together.
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