I met him through one of my internet buddies named Dave. Dave and I had only seen each other offline twice, but each time he kept asking me if I had ever talked with a guy under a particular screen name. Each time, I responded No. One day, I ran into Dave at the gas station and he took me over to his car. There sitting in the passenger seat was Jeff.
college
Conquering Jeff The Attractive Man
Tennis Partner
I had just made the tennis team but not by much. My coach told me I had lot's of work to do that year and assigned me another player on the tennis team to practice with. His name was Jeremy and he was also a Junior. I had seen him around but didn't really know him. He had blonde hair, handsome, and athletic looking. He looked like the perfect tennis player.
athletic
The Hamstring Pull
He was just half a length ahead of me. I made sure I had run close to him when I got started to catch his eye. And then I would stay about 10 yards in front of him so he could watch me in my cute little shorts. I had seen him several times at the track and definitely had the sense that he was interested. So today I had worn an outfit sure to capture his interest. Thankfully he was. Yeah. Oooooh.
beginnings
Football Season Cock Sucking
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.
athletic
Paradise Found And Lost
Bill thrust his hands into his pockets and quickened his step. The only good thing about his nightly walk home from the train station through this rough neighborhood was passing the Puerto Rican tavern called the Paradise Club. Through a large window he could see young Hispanic men drinking at the bar, shooting pool, milling around the jukebox.
encounters
Adventures Of A White Cocksucker
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
interracial
A Cock Sucker That's What I Am
Yeah, that's right, a cocksucker. I pleasure straight guys with my mouth when they're horny and there's no pussy around. And when they've popped their load down my throat, they just stick their meat back in their pants and zip up. Sometimes they say thanks, sometimes they don't. But that's OK, it's just how straight guys treat cocksuckers.
encounters
Backroom
There were about ten guys in the room, most just sipping their beers, waiting for something to happen, watching the porno movie that flickered on the wall while the music pounded. A couple of other cocksuckers were down on their knees giving head to guys who were standing against the wall. But that night nobody in the room turned me on and I was getting bored.
encounters
Life At Sea Masturbation and Voyeurism
About two decades ago, I was a young Boatswain's Mate on a relatively small ship (about 3000 tons) in the USCG. Our deployments often took us out for as long a three months, and so a considerable degree of horniness was attained by the crew at large. However, a system had emerged. Not that I didn't catch a couple anyway.
masturbation
Fulfillment Delayed
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.
masturbation
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