As Shawn walked back, he watched Mark undress. Everything seemed to be done in slow motion. Mark reached down and pulled his t-shirt up, revealing his washboard abs. He pulled the shirt up and over his head, freeing his torso to the rays of the sun. Then Mark placed his hands on the waist of his shorts and pulled them down to his feet, finally stepping out of them. He removed his shoes, then stood looking back at Shawn. Mark wore nothing but a purple G-string which seemed to barely support and contain his manhood. His body, like Shawn's, was deeply tanned, hairless, and had little if any fat to hide his muscles.
Mark Shawn Beach Bodybuilder Fucking
Fucking the Gym Buddy Dale After Workout
This young man wasn't on the bike more than 10 minutes before he got off and went to work with the free weights. My eyes followed as he moved and began to lift the weights. Pretty impressive. He was pretty strong, stronger than me. I noticed he was heading for the water fountain, so I quickly got off the bike and got in line behind him. We had the same height (6 feet tall), and about the same build (I weighed 170 lbs), though I guessed he weighed more than me (about 10 - 15 lbs more). I noticed his shoulder were also broader than mine, though it was difficult to say for sure with his loose clothes.
Short Locker Room Story
I would put on a clean pair of women's aerobic tights and a mock-turtleneck after my workout, if only to serve as a reward for having done some exercises. Since I like keeping my entire body free of hair, except for my eyebrows and head, I tended to shave daily. This, of course, caused a quiet stir in the men's shower room when I first joined, but eventually, they grew accustomed to the sight, and soon thought nothing of it. Nevertheless, I've caught a few men peeking at me from the tanning room's window.
Triple Play Gay Sex
We went to the workout room, where Joe spread some clean towels on a soft mat on the floor. They had me lie down and this new adventure began. "Let's see how hard we can get your cock, Jack," said Joe, who proceeded to suck on my dick. Meanwhile, Al placed his mustached mouth over mine, his tongue exploring my hesitant mouth. In no time at all, I had a raging boner that needed relief. My companions appeared to be in a similar situation. "Here's where the sandwich part comes in, Jack. You're going to be the tasty filling," said Al. Al proceeded to get on his hands and knees with his legs spread wide. Joe positioned me kneeling behind his buddy.
The Hunk Walks Into The Gym
Of course, I have to be careful. Real careful. While I can bench press my own weight fairly regularly and am able to hold my own with the best of them, I am definitely not in the same class as some of these Olympian gods. Just a simple little swat on the wrong fanny or a lick of my lips after staring at a sweat-beaded salami, and I could end up eating knuckles and swallowing teeth. So, instead, I rage against my urges, and settle for more subtle ways of advertising my hungers. Take my sweatshirt, for instance. Basic black, but with a large multi-colored rainbow flag on the front. A simple banner which announces - to those savvy enough to figure it out - my fondness for an occasional flesh cigar or mustache ride.
R And A1 Jocks Gay Sex Story
Rob had acquired his license only about two weeks earlier, and had volunteered to give Arron a ride to and from practice. Although Arron was 18, Rob knew his parents probably wouldn't let him drive even when he turned 30. Arron's parents seemed cruelly strict to Rob, unlike his own, who trusted his every move.
After The Game The Dick Needs to Go Into My Mouth and Ass
Brett, like myself, was a sophomore but was also the best player we had on the team. He was the perfect guy for me, he was my age--18, but looked 16, he was nice and tall about 6'1, with nice broad shoulders. His body was unbelievable, his pecs were so nice and firm from all that conditioning that the coaches make you do, he had a six-pack too. His hair was a light brown and very shaggy, he usually wore it just long enough to start to cover his eyes. His nice blue eyes matched the brown perfectly. His legs were the best I have ever seen anywhere, and his nice butt was tight and just so perfect. His personality was also great -- he was fun to be with, cool to hang out with at the mall. I thought I would never get in his pants.
National Tryouts
Erik awoke to darkness. He was a little disoriented so it took a few moments to realize that someone was pulling on his leg and tying his ankle down. Erik started to resist the intruder, but found that his hands were tied above his head, and his feet were spread apart and tied down. Erik now realized that the darkness came from a blindfold. Assessing the situation, Erik noticed that what he laid on was padded. The training table!! He hadn't been abducted anywhere. He was still at the school. The pad felt cool on his ass. His shorts were off, but the jock was still on.
Close Call
"Look, Terry, all I want is a ride home. I had to stay after school and you know Dad will blow his stack if I call him to pick me up. I wasn't spying on you. Chill out guy." No longer scared shitless, I started glancing around the room, noticing that several of the guys had already started dressing, and nobody was still hard. Nobody but me, anyway. I realized with disgust that my own prick was still more than half hard, and my mind started the accusations of "Queer!" that were getting all the more common lately. Maybe Terry was right. Maybe I was a faggot.
Homeward Bound with Teenager
I got there early, the auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. "Intense. " I liked his teen talk.
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