I am a 22 year old college student. I have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way.
The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year. He was the quiet type, 6'3"ish, built, hairy, cut, italian guy named Vin who I always caught watching me. One day after a workout, I entered the lockerroom at the same time as him. He was sitting on the bench a couple lockers down from me, when I caught him gazing at the bulge in my sweatpants. I thought I would give him a show by slowly taking off my shirt and stretching and adjusting my stuff. I looked over at Vin who couldnt take his eyes off me and was now biting his lip. I then went over to him and put my crotch in his face, and asked if he wanted to suck it.
Vin looked nervous and didn't say anything. I knew that he wasnt at all openly gay and had probably never sucked a dick before - even though he wanted to. I then started brushing my hand through his hair and along his cheek and asked him again, "didn't you want to suck my dick, I'll probably let you." He sat there silent, looking towards my knees, but still gazing up at my bulge every couple of seconds. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my hairy stomach, and said "lets at least see if you can get me hard".
Vin slowly started moving his hand along my stomach, and fixed his eyes on my bulge. I pushed myself closer as he continued to stroke my stomach, brushing my soft cock head against his face at times. Suddenly, Vin got a little more comfortable and worked his way around to my back. Slowly, he pulled my ass closer so that my bulge was rubbing against his face. I wasnt getting turned on yet, but continued to play with his hair to let him know I was into it.
I told him "go on and take off my fucking sweats already". Vin looked nervous, but slowly slid my sweat pants down revealing my tight blue boxer briefs. I pushed myself closer to him again. I could hear him try to take some good whifs, as i rubbed myself against his face. His hands made there way to my hairy legs, where he massaged my theigh and grazed my balls through my underwear. All of a sudden, I felt his hairy forearm slide along my theigh as his hand made there way up my boxer shorts. He took his index finger and outlined my balls from front to back, and then slid my shorts down to my feet. I quickly began to perk up.
Vin then took my balls into his mouth and began sucking them - hard! I quickly went from limp to hard as a rock. He then started working on my dick which was probably better then any head I've ever got for a girl. He knew how to work me perfectly, and I began to moan a little. Feeling I was enjoying the 'gay' part of this too much, I quickly stopped him my grabbing him by his cheeks. I said "good job little fag".
I shifted one hand to my dick and grabbed him by the chin. I started fucking his face hard before he could even realize what was going on. I quickly was brought close to my breaking point. I ripped off the button down polo shirt Vin had just put on, and pushed him so he was no lying on his back on the bench. I grabbed his tenting dick through his dockers, and started rubbing my leaking dick along his hairy stomach. I then continued to fuck his face, which he enjoyed since he bagan to thrust me in by pushing my ass.
This is a strange tale to tell you, but I wanted to let you all know about the first, unusual, time I ever fucked Steve Ronsini. I had never had a chance to check out his equipment, even though we were roommates. Steve and mine's greatest joy, though, was science-fiction. Scratching was impossible.
I was 18 at the time. I was rather small for my age, skinny and looked rather girlish. There was of course nothing wrong with the male parts of my body. I had evolved like any other boy of my age. The only thing that bothered me was the lack of body hair. I wasn't part of any of the sports teams but was part of the gymnastic team, which was seen by the other boy as being for girls.
. One was a Doberman and the other a solid white Cur. Something seemed to attract me to watch him even more closely. I moved my truck to park close to his and I watched as he led the dogs up and down the banks of the river adjacent to the park. He was wearing jeans that were just snug enough to show off his legs and his nice butt.
I nestled into his body gently pressing my hard cock against him. We looked at each other and he kissed me full on the mouth. I opened to him, feeling his muscular tongue probe against my soft inviting response. His hand slipped down my body to rub and massage my rod. I undid my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. His warm wet fondling and sucking on my member made my legs sag. I wanted cock.
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
Come 3pm though Phil stirred with the feel of Colin behind him -and when he bent his hand behind he once again felt the magnificence of Colin's firm erection. And yet, as he stroked the growing shaft and then teased beneath with the tip of his fingers, he felt perhaps he would like to try it.
On my knees before him, he was utterly naked, his hard, hairy body completely open to my eyes and touch. His cock hung at rest over his balls, pointing downward... down to my eager and hungry mouth.
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.
I exercise daily with weights, and walk 2 miles daily. I try to eat decently, but I am not a fanatic about diet. My libido is very strong, but my age has limited my abilities to get instantly aroused and climax as quickly and as often as I did in the past. I manage to ejaculate almost every other day, but fantasies. I'm also married. for 39 years, and I have two grown sons. his seed.
I haven't had much sex, the kind I like anyway, that is sex with guys but this guy Wayne had had heaps, with woman that is. In fact when I first met him when we both started our jobs I thought he was a dick head as nearly every time I saw him back at the office he was talking about sex. Obviously no one knew I liked guys and I wasn't gonna tell anyone.
Occasionally I had seen him here at the gym, I knew not his name or his address, but I knew I adored him. He normally seemed to go at a different time to me; I prefer to exhaust myself last thing at night. Usually I exercised in solitude, now there was another in the otherwise quiet, empty gymnasium.
A 18 year old boy was going to go to the "Y" on a Sunday to hang out with his friends, do some swimming, play some pool. you know what I mean. Sure, Eric was gay, but no one knew. He couldn't tell anyone, for fear of being the laughing stock of the neighborhood, so he just went along with what the "straight" guys did. but that was as far as it would ever go.
I pulled out and to let out my huge load in his mouth, chin and along his hairy chest. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and told him he should probably hit the showers. Vin quickly got up, looking happy but nervous about what just happened. His pants were tenting a lot. I stood there smiling and began to go back to my locker, pretending not to notice I was naked with my cum all over him. Still not saying a word, Vin stripped down and made his way over to the shower. As soon as he was out of sight, I looked down at my dick thinking of what a great suck that guy just gave me, and that I should probably take a shower.
By the time I made it in the large shower room, Vin lathered up and shooting his load up on himself. When he finished, he looked up to see that I had just seen how much he had enjoyed sucking dick. I smiled and turned on the shower directly next to him and began showering.
Vin still had said nothing during this whole meeting, and was now turned facing away from me as he tried to quickly wash his face. His tight ass was met my the most perfectly defined hairy legs. i couldnt believe how much I found another man attractive - i had never wanted another guy before i couldnt stop looking at good old vin. I came up to him from behind and put my arms around him, pushing my freshly drained cock against his tight ass cheeks. I put my chin on his shoulder and let my hands rub against that hairy chest of his.
Vin raised his head to the air showing some delight of the attention. I couldnt help it, but began to kiss his neck. His scruffy beard and long sideburns were nothing I had ever felt against me. I kept kissing his neck and side of his face, and found my hands now cuffing his balls. He finally spoke "too bad I just got those off" and started moving up and down - allowing my limp dick to flop up and down his ass.
Before I knew it, we were on the shower floor making out. Making out with a guy is a lot different then a girl because there was a lot more force in it. It was hot, being rolled around, having everything grabbed, rubbing our dicks against each other. Vin then started kissing down my body, slowly, until he got me so hard that I was ready to beg him to suck me again. He must have seen my desire in my eyes, and started jerking me off while kissing my lips again.
He then said, "I am going to get you off all over me again, only this time every drop I squeeze out of you you're gonna have to lick off me".
Afraid of losing my control of the situation, I said "no thats not how its gonna work. no more cum for you faggy".
He replied "we'll see about that" and began deeply kissing me again. He quicly went to work on my dick. I tried to not come, but it felt too good and I was way too into it. I soon found myself on top of him as he sucked my dick. He must have felt me get close to blowing my load, and quickly pulled himself forward and jerked me off. He got me to come all over his chest stomach and now fully aroused cock.
As I sank into my relief, I looked down at the cum soaked italian. He got me. I licked every drop off him and sucked his dick. It wasn't my favorite thing to do, but I always enjoy being able to get someone off. He quickly came in my mouth as he let out a large gasp. I had a large load of cum in my mouth and streams hanging on my goatee. I moved up and thrusted my tongue in his mouth. His eyes quickly widened as we started swapping a mouthful of his cum. I then got up, and got dressed leaving him lying naked and smiling on the shower floor.
As I was grabbing my school bag, Vin walked back over to his locker naked with a huge grin. I walked around him not saying anything, but quickly turned around giving him a deep kiss and grabbing his balls once again. I heard the door open and footsteps entering. Vin took his hands all over me one final time, and tried to pull away but I wouldnt. in the last possible second, I pulled away as our teamate rob entered the locker area. I told the guys I'd see them tomorrow at practice while rob stood staring and biting his lip at Vins naked body.
We were hippies in high school, and now we are suits in office jobs. He came by one Saturday night to my apartment and insisted we call up an escort service and get blow jobs. He was drunk, but he knew what he was doing. His wife was a bitch and he knew I would go for it. We'd had threesomes where we shared a girl before so I knew his cock was huge. I started thinking about his cock.
A full 6' tall, and a full 7 thick inches at age 18, it was those fuckin' low-hangers of mine that got me the nickname "Moose". It was also "balls" that got me into more trouble than I could handle that summer afternoon as I stood on the back porch, my cut cockhead aimed at the mouth of a canteen; busily "brewing" the tea to take to Rob at the corral on the back forty.
Now this could be interesting. It was mid July when I joined the new S/S Franklin and crossing the north Atlantic in July can be hot. Most of the crew of 43 either wore cutoff jeans, or nothing at all. The crossing was uneventful, the crew were getting acquainted, sooner or later they would buddy up. Our first port of call was to be Bremen Germany. We were all dog ass tired, turned in.
It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do it again. The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above.
I'll spread a soft quilt or blanket on the floor so that I have plenty of room to stretch and be free; I want my fantasy lovers to have it all. How about putin' on a porn film, preferably one with young guys, smooth or lightly hairy bodies, athletic, just for some company. Love to see them sucking and fucking; if they're good they can have me, too. Ready to start the fun.
I try to keep fit and think I look younger than my 38 years - though I don't think it would matter too much if I didn't. Young chinese gays are only too willing to have sex with "gweilos" the local term for Europeans - the word means "foreign devils" but no-one takes offence at it.
It's funny that the so-called express bus actually takes longer than the subway, and costs $3. 50 to boot! Not only that, but I invariably get some huge woman who hasn't seen her feet in years sitting next to me, whether there's room or not. No, I thought, I just don't feel like going home, but I couldn't decide what to do.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
They all tend to be white-collar business types; men in their late thirties to early fifties; stressed to the max with their "str8" careers and "st8" lives with very little free time to indulge in their real fetishes. These suits are always watching the clock, always racing to appointments, but also anxious for sex and always living double lives; your typical American male masochist.
I am "cute" with boyish good looks. My sex life, until recently exclusively with women, has nevertheless been "fringe". I am obsessively oral active, uninterested in reciprocation, and not very adept at traditional love making. Consequently I have, with marginal success, sought out dominant women.
A 18 year old boy was going to go to the "Y" on a Sunday to hang out with his friends, do some swimming, play some pool. you know what I mean. Sure, Eric was gay, but no one knew. He couldn't tell anyone, for fear of being the laughing stock of the neighborhood, so he just went along with what the "straight" guys did. but that was as far as it would ever go.
I didn't know him and was slightly bored with what I was doing so I set out to find out who this guy was. From where I was sitting I could see his screen and his backside. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt and from what I could tell wasn't doing a whole hell of a lot either. I first checked to see who was on and there were 4 guys in the list. Bingo, I found out who he was.
Worked with Dan at campus for almost a year before we got to know each other. I realized Dan was attractive for quite a while before I found out I was attracted to him. Over time we start talking about more intimate things and suddenly more develops.
I suppose it started that first September day. The warm weather was leaving us and I had just started at Carnesworth studying Drama, a quite countryside university. I arrived at my Halls of residence and unpacked my belongings before going to meet my flatmates. I knocked on the first two doors without any success, then came the third.
He's about 5'11", has short brown hair and brown eyes that will rock your world if he smiles at you. Brian and I are in the same service organization at the medium sized university I attend in the Mid-West. He's the classic "farm-boy" stud, only he isn't a redneck.
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