Shortly after high school I took up residence in an apartment complex which had something of a communal quality between neighbors. Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway. That night they had the most intense fuck session with moaning and the headboard banging against the walls and even some screaming. Not being able to sleep I began wondering what it would feel like to be in her place, getting dicked like that. During high school there were a couple of black guys who would proudly flaunt their manhood in the gym locker room as if to make a statement to the white guys, many of whom seemed quite interested in getting a good look at big black cocks.
Anyway the next day after coming back from my morning run I noticed Charles door was not completely shut, so stepped inside and saw him laying on the couch in just his bikini briefs.
"Hey are you alone?" I asked.
"Yeah, Tanya (of whatever her name was) just left. Dumb bitch couldn't even close the door right."
"Yeah I bet you were probably getting off on it," he said, looking at me slyly. "I tore up her pussy good last night, but then she wanted me to fuck her up her ass too but then when I stuck it up her hole she kept saying it was too big."
"So did you ever actually screw her ass?" I asked. "Nah, she kept screaming that it hurt too much, so I ended up spanking her white ass real good for teasing me with that shit. Hey, all this talk is getting me hard again, why don't you go close that front door and lock it?" I was nervous and knew if I stayed it was the point of no return. I got up and bolted the door.
We started talking but by this point I was in a really bad mood and not very talkative, and I explained this to him and said that he sounded nice and that I would like to talk to him again but I was going to sign off now. So I offered him my email and my chat screen name so he could keep in contact, but then he tells me he doesn't have a computer and that he's at a friend's house.
He was 18. I had just become 29 so figured no chance with most of the hot skaters. On a weekend I'd take a walk through the park and they'd all be there, loads a people loving the sun. I'd have a bit of a stare at a few of them, longer if I saw my blond guy.
I had worked five shifts in three days and deserved a day to myself. I wanted to sleep in, but my paperboy, Ned, had different ideas. Ned was a cute 18 year old stud, muscular, a soccer player. This is the story about my adventures with him, the landscaper, college stud next door, some frat boys, random stranded motorist and the pizza boy. This was a very busy all-day sex marathon!
I bought two all lesbian and two regular movies. I was most excited about seeing the cock slide in the girls pussy so I planned to watch one of those first. I often wondered about guys and even jacked off to the idea several times. I even dressed in girls clothes and imagined being with a guy sometimes. I just ignored it because there was no way I could be gay or bi.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
A place in Reno, Nevada that is clean and well taken care of. A gay bathhouse with private rooms, two glory hole rooms, a steam room, and more. I was taken there by a good friend of man named Bobby. He was more than a friend, he was a fellow bisexual married man, who had allowed me to accept my bisexuality, and had also been the first man I had been with sexually in years.
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.
Captain of the basketball team, nice toned body a goatee and shaved head, he's a little black stud. The tattoo on his arm 'Thug Born' would intimidate anyone. Yeah, he's the type white people think all black people are like. But inside his baggy Polo jeans lies a 9 inch cock, and a tight hairless asshole that always wants service. Lying in bed, Brian stroked his hard black cock.
I was forty one at the time and not accustom to travel as I was when I was younger. However, my last supervisor was an asshole not only to me but everyone and I told him so! It soon became his mission in life to transfer me out as soon as possible. The next opening was Durban South Africa so I was transferred there. The company provided me with a rental house. 00 a month.
When I got to Texas I checked into my hotel room, and decided to take a shower. As I stood under the hot spray of the shower, I slowly started to rub my 8 1/2 inch cut dick, and rub my big hairy balls. After slowly jerking my cock for a good ten minutes, I worked on of my fingers up my ass, and started to finger fuck myself, until I shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, and stomach.
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
He stretched out on the bed on his belly. I stood at the foot and looked down at his strong young body. His ass end was something to see! Long, firm buns with a cleavage so tight it looked like he had never been fucked before. My dick liked the sight, too. It began to twitch in anticipation.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
I like it there because they have a free pool table and it's a great way to meet people without having to take them home first. So as I was lining up my shot, I noticed that at the other end of the bar, tucked away in the corner behind the stairs was an old fashioned barber chair and sitting in it was a man with the hugest dick I'd ever seen. It must have been 10 inches.
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.
Danny was a transfer student from Delaware where he had won the tri-state wrestling championship for his age and weight class three years in a row. When I first met him I stood transfixed, staring at him, looking him up and down. Danny stood an even six feet tall and had dark thick hair, deep blue eyes, dimples, perfect white teeth, broad shoulders, a 48 inch chest and a 28 inch waist.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
Tom and Drew find out that they would both consider doing something with another guy, but who would have thought that the pool talk would actually turn into some sexy hardcore action. Who sucks who? Who fucks who?
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.
the fact that he was 23 years old, and an Italian cugine from Staten Island kept more than the merchandise he was buying on my mind, but I didn't think anything would come of it, since from all reports, he was a real straight arrow. Nice Guy, I was gonna make a play for him. I made a big deal about one gay computer service I'm on, and finally maneuvered him into asking what was on it.
Charles had gotten up and backed me into the corner. "Why don't you check out the action down there?" he said with his hands on his hips, displaying a huge tent in his briefs. I nervously got on my knees and peeled off his briefs, his huge cock sprang out, slapping me in the chin. I started to lick the head, then down to his balls and then took as much of it as I could into my mouth.
"Yeah suck it white boy, that's it. Take it all." I fought the gag reflex and felt the head push way into my throat. This was what I had wanted for so long and it tasted good. After fucking my mouth for a few minutes he asked if I had ever taken a cock up my ass. The thought of that huge cock plunging up my virgin hole was very tempting but scary.
"No I have never been fucked and you would hurt me too much with that big cock of yours," I protested.
"It will hurt but hurt good. You know you want me to pump your white ass don't you? After breaking you in you'll be begging me for my black dick!" I stripped out of my shorts and was clad only in my jock strap.
"Nice ass boy. Your cherry ass belongs to me, understand? I nodded and he instructed me to lie on my back with my legs in the air while he rubbed some lube into my asshole, first with one finger then another. He positioned his dick against my asshole and pushed. I winced against the sharp pain. Several more inches went in before I screamed out. Charles looked angry. "Look white boy you know you wanted me to plug your pretty ass for a long time. Don't fight it or I'll really tear up your ass." He pulled off my jock and pushed it into my mouth.
"Assume the position boy!" I obeyed and this time after the initial thrust he pushed all ten inches or so up my boy-pussy. My ass was on fire but it felt good at the same time, getting stretched like that.
"Yeah baby give up for your daddy!" He started to ride me good and twisted me this way and that, occasionally slapping my ass. He came in me at least three times, fucking me every which way. That day was a new beginning for me, a white sex slave for black cock!
After giving up my virgin ass to Charles, I found myself in an awkward situation. Because I was and am bisexual, I still had girls over but now that Charles had busted my cherry he felt he had something over me (which he did) and would come over whenever he felt the need to get a piece of white boy ass. Sometimes he would come over even when I had company and made it quite obvious that I was his submissive white boy, by coming over and being very domineering and occasionally even slapping my ass in front of other people. Luckily or unluckily after our first fuck session he made plans to move away to his aunt's house in New York. The last couple of weeks when he wasn't with his girlfriends we were getting it on pretty hot and heavy which meant that my asshole sustained plenty of abuse there for a while.
Our last session was a fantasy that we both wanted to fulfill. He told me to wear my jock strap under my clothes which I did. When I got there I started to worship his beautiful black cock as usual by deep-throating his tool and licking his balls and asshole as well. That night he put on a cowboy hat and said he was going to ride my ass like I was a pony he had to break and did he ever. He fucked me mercilessly, torturing my ass with his thick power tool, fucking me from side to side, stretching my ass til I thought I couldn't take it anymore. He gripped the straps of my jock as he rode and slapped both of my ass cheeks with a strap til they glowed hot red. He had placed a mirror by the bed so I could see myself worshiping his manhood and being put through the paces of being his sex slave. i wish I had a videotape of him tormenting my poor asshole. He told me that he liked fucking my tight ass more than the cunts of the white women he used to come home with and I believed it from the quantity of cum that he shot up my bowels. After punishing my ass quite thoroughly he allowed me to touch myself and after pumping my cock for just a few seconds I must have shot halfway across the room with his black cock deep up my ass. He sure gave me something to remember him by, now each time I see a hot black stud go by I think about what it would be like to service him like I did Charles.
I know what they mean when they say once you go black you won't go back. The guys I have been with have been mostly straight but they sure got off on dominating a hot white guy and turning me into their bitch for the night. From what I have heard from other white guys a lot have the same fantasy, only I have been honest enough to give in to what I really want which is a hot black stud fucking the cum out of my hot white ass. Opposites really do attract.
The cook peered out the window of the small diner toward the forlorn desert. There wasn't much to see, not only because of the rain, but the fact that the town was so small: the diner, the post office, and a few small houses. Tory was alone in the diner, his boss having taken the day to go into the city....
He was a mid-twenties slacker who wanted to be an underground cartoonist. I'd gotten him a little work at the Ad agency I worked for. He could draw really well, but things were slightly 'off': angst ridden faces wouldn't do for a story board with Sharon Stone exhorting us to buy Crisco Oil.
Well, I should say FORTUNATELY instead, but now that Richie creamed my ass with his man juice, things have been weird between us. I was a city boy, always have been, and never changed. I would go up to my Aunt Hilda's for a week every summer to spend some time with my cousin Richie, since he was an only child, and his father walked out on them when he was two.
Damn was I horny. My jeans were probably bustin' at the seams. If I wasn't so fuckin' sexed up I wouldn't be doin' what I was doin' now. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I mean jerkin' off could only do so much. I was driving down the interstate keeping a sharp eye out. My work schedule was real tight so it's been a while.
I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful dream. In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack and watch TV.
This coming September it will have been ten years since I moved to New York City from a small town outside of Pittsburgh. I have two college buddies there whom I always make an effort to see. Their names are Ted and Don. It was just the guys. When Ted and i got to his boat, Don was already sipping a brew.
Heres my fantasy. Im at the gym getting ready to hit the showers when all of a sudden a cavalry of black guys walk in and begin to tear off the clothes revealing their hot bodies and even hotter cocks. To them, Im an outsider, being white with a six inch cock instead of these huge man mountains, all of whom have massive throbbing black members. Another black man massages my cock underneath.
We had just left a club called the Cubbyhole and I was in a bad mood. We spent the night going from club to club and in that time I only found one fuckable guy. Yeah he was hot and of course I got his digits but come on, one guy in the span of five hours is pathetic. I can do better. I mean just look at me. Not to mention a 9" cock and the mutant power to make you cum with less than a thought.
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.
He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen. It was then I realized I was staring at him.
Not a stitch of hair on my body (I even shave all my hair around my penis). I was in the bathroom completely naked. I put lotion all over my white body. I was completely bare and soft. I went out to my big black friend who I have known for years. I always liked him but never told him that I was attracted to him. He is strong and alot bigger then I am. I am 6'1 and weight 220. His name is Joe.
I was 31 years old and had always lived a straight life. He was younger than me and about 6'2" tall and 165 to 175 pounds and was the cowboy type. I had the hots for him the first time I even saw him. He always joked about sex, saying things like "blow me" or "suck my dick". I pretend to not hear them, but deep down I wish that it will some day come true.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. My eyes followed him to the escalator....
Everyone was hyped on the bus ride back to the school. When we arrived, and went past the cheerleaders as we stepped off the bus, we walked into the already smelly locker room. As we took off our pads, I looked around at all the other guys stripping down and walking into the showers, soaking in the moment, for it will be the last time until next season. 5" soft.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
In real life, I'd almost never had the opportunity to dock another guy, because my glans is so big and fills my long and rubbery foreskin. I closed my eyes and imagined running into a new neighbor at the post office. I stroked my foreskin lightly as I fantasized, dulling the itch in my ridge.
of Florida, Gainesville, also shared a dorm room with three other guys, all of us straight, but equally used to open masturbation and in some cases, without guilt, embarrassment or homophobic fear, giving each other a "helping hand" from time to time.
This story is obviously for mature audiences, and if you are not of legal age in your state or country to read this, please do not. It involves consensual, non-safe (this is before we knew what we know), piss, and a bit of humiliation. I lived in one of America's most famous or infamous military towns.
I can finally enjoy the outdoors, the independence and thrill of living on my own, well at least on residence, and all the stranded guys that didn't venture home to their families and significant others over the holidays. Its a bit harder to find a good jock to fool around with on campus but its not impossible. Looking at the postings around the school, there was a toga party tonight at the pub.
Captain of the basketball team, nice toned body a goatee and shaved head, he's a little black stud. The tattoo on his arm 'Thug Born' would intimidate anyone. Yeah, he's the type white people think all black people are like. But inside his baggy Polo jeans lies a 9 inch cock, and a tight hairless asshole that always wants service. Lying in bed, Brian stroked his hard black cock.
I peeled off my clothes and threw them into my locker, and walked naked to the shower room, my towel slung over my shoulder. Once there, though, I had a rude shock. The hot water was broken. So I took a quick cold rinse, and headed for the sauna. Once inside, I leaned back and let the hot moisture caress my body.
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.
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