He told me he didn't moan. Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.
Jermaine and I were roommates in an apartment in New York. We were pretty friendly to each other, and we got along quite well. He knew that I was gay, but he didn't mind to much. We kind of bonded in that aspect, because I was gay, and he was black...and we both had the same struggles, and to have that kind of bond was pretty tight. We had long talks on stuff like that. Until one day, a bad conversation got brought up, that I guess made a huge impact on my life.
"Jermaine, you're a lying piece of shit if you say that you don't moan. Every time you are "supposedly" taking a shower I always hear you moan like you're getting your brains fucked out, when alls you're doing is beating your meat" I was making a BLACK man, turn bright red in the face.
"You've gotta lotta fucking nerve telling me that I beat off in the shower...I moan because I love the heat of the water hitting my back. Not because I'm jerking off, you son of a bitch!"
I didn't want to start a fight, I mean he was already a bit too angry, but we hadn't had one in awhile, so if we were going to let our feelings out at any time, now would be the time. So I kept the heat on. "Wow. Well when I'm in my bedroom, which happens to be next to the shower, I can hear you beating off! You fucking bang your hands...or arms, or whatever the fuck you bang, against the wall and I hear it when he masturbate. How you masturbate in that shower, I don't know...but you do. I hear your moans, and I hear the beatings on the wall, so don't give me this bullshit" I was pissed.
Jermaine didn't seem to care about the fact that he was caught red handed beating in the shower, he just wanted to prove to me that he didn't moan. "So how do I prove this." He stated. I, still focused on the part about the shower said, "You can prove it by not beating off in the shower...?"
"No, dumb ass, I meant the moaning!" I was a little confused on why he was still focused on that topic. Little did I know he was hard as a rock, and he was practically showing this to me in a gesture he made with his body. I got a little stirred up in my pants myself.
5 inch uncut black cock until my face was covered with come. I had never anticipated doing something like this,but was incredibly turned on by the sight of such a huge cock and felt I would probably never get the chance again. I enjoyed that first time and decide I wanted more. 5 inch cock.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
First let me describe myself. I am 5 11 155 lbs 18 years old runners build and a 7 cut cock. My parents took me first to France to see Paris. So hear I am on a subway train riding it through Paris with this nicer looking adult male behind me who has been checking me out the whole ride and moving closer and closer to me. he than pulls my shorts down just enough to access my crack and my hot hole.
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
Another wave crashed over my head sending me tumbling under the water, as my naked body rolled close to the sand I wondered if I was cut out for these nudist beaches - again I could feel my cock start to swell as the currents pulled at my body. Jesus, I was getting another erection, being naked in the hot sun and being here on this out of the way beach was enough to get me horny.
First I was introduced to my cellmate Pete and once we felt comfortable, he began to tell me how things work in the joint. I remember going to the shower room for the first time. There was this one wall with about thirty shower heads. It was steamy but as I got closer I could see what was going on.
I am a 22 year-old college student, 6'1", 165 pounds and have a completely smooth and tanned body. As usual, I had woken up at six o'clock for my daily jog around the city. I enjoy exercising and keeping my body rock-hard because of the attention that I get (of course). I came back to my apartment, showered, dressed and left to my summer job.
The hot breeze of the evening fanned my face and added to the erotic moment. I daydreamed about our encounter and could almost feel his heat, his body close to mine. That summer, I was getting ready for University and had come up to spend a few days at my folks summer cottage. A little swimming and fishing would rest me up and prepare me for the work ahead.
Not only do I get to maintain my muscular body, which is the main reason I work out, but there's also the afterward. I've even had the chance to get acquainted with some of those hard bodies (and other hard things) a few times, although not nearly as often as I like. You know the type.
So I figured I'd just check it out. I went to some particularly wooded but obvious fuck fest type locations. No luck. I came across one area that was open but had a canopy of trees and completely surrounded by the trees to make it a natural privacy area. I pulled out my cock and started to jack off a little. Man I wish I had that guy on top of me. I stopped and said nothing.
I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men's cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have "cheated" and had sex with men.
Sick of only having been with men who wanted to blow me, I finally find an online date who is into some anal action, but he wants to fuck me and I was never a bottom... before...
"So you want to...? I said. Jermaine was giving me mixed signals, and it pissed me off. But he gave me one clearer symbol as he took off his sweat pants and jockey briefs, to reveal what held in store for me.
"Yes. I want to do a little experiment to prove to you that I do not moan when receiving sexual activity." Jermaine said.
I was trying to find an excuse out of this. I mean, sure I liked getting head, and even fucking guys up the ass...but I hated to be on the giving end of a blow job. I hated it. "If I don't moan, you swallow, and I guarantee you, that you will not like it because I haven't jerked off in forever, and this is a true fact...so my balls will empty after this one"
I was confused. I could have just rejected and walked off, I mean I didn't have to give him head, it's not like if he moaned, I got something in return...But I was hoping he'd do me a favor in return after I make him moan.
"Now come over here bitch."
I did.
I knelt in front of his dick. I'm not one for stereotypes, but I found one true stereotype right there: Black men do have big dicks. Ugly ass dicks, but big dicks. It was my first black dick. My first one, and I was a little sick looking at it. But I had to do what I had to do. He moved forward a little bit, and his magic pole brushed against my dry lips. I needed chapstick badly. Did cum work as a chapstick? I laughed.
"Fucking funny shit, right? Heh, I guess it's funny." His dick wasn't in it's fullest form, and after five minutes, it still stayed there. My lips were holding it upright, and I tried to blow air on it to get it up...but than I just realized that the quicker he gets hard, the quicker he gets blowed by my now foul mouth. I'd've given several BJs in my life before, but I was afraid this would be my last, and worst blow job. His dick smelled like feet. Yeah. Feet. I don't know what the fuck he did with his dick in his spare time, but they smelled like feet. I could see sweat in little drop like forms across the little curlies that had become the carpet surface of Jermaines oddly shaped balls.
Finally, he got up. He told me that he just had to think of Tyra Banks, but I knew it was my teasing that got him up. But who, man or female, can get sexually teased and not get rock hard? Jermaine got steel hard, and he poked at my lips. I opened them up, and let his dick ease its way in. I motioned for him to stop, just like I was teaching him how to parallel park. He did as I motioned, and I let out a deep noise from deep inside my throat that left his penis vibrating in my mouth. I did this for about 15 seconds, and than with the noise, I rocked back and forth. After about a minute or so I heard a noise that didn't seem like mine. I kept rocking back and forth, and than the noise got loader. It sounded like...
JERMAINE HAD MOANED. He took my head and shoved his cock as far as he could, till he reached the back of my throat, and he rocked it back and forth. He moaned and grunted like an animal. At the top of his lungs! I had one the bed, and I wanted to make him stop, and when I felt all the tension leave his body, I knew he was done. And when I felt his hand release my head, I felt something hit the back of my throat. Something in a quick spurt, and than I felt it drizzle down my throat. I quickly pulled my head off of his dick. His cum spurted at my cheek. I screamed.
"YOU LITTLE FUCKER. WE HAD A FUCKING DEAL, AND YOU BROKE THE DEAL. You're a LIAR, and a BITCH" I yelled. And than he said something. Something I never expected him to say. "I'm gay. And I want to take your ass"
I was so shocked in the moment, but I clasped my hands on a final decision. But before I could tell him, I was pushed face first into the floor, and my jeans and jockstrap were laying three feet on the floor in front of me. I took a deep breath, followed by the pain of my ass. My ass felt cold for a second, but it got really warm shortly after. Jermaine was going to fuck me up the ass with his huge dick, and there was nothing I could do to stop him...
That's when I realized that in front of me was his dad. A tall, big built masculine man, with his ass facing my face. He layed down and positioned himself so that my face could get in there. I had been a big fan of rimming, so I dived in face first and slurped through his muscular heavenly globes. They were like too big pillows, and after I was done slurping, I layed my head on one of his smooth cheeks. His dad was a muscle god, and he had a sensitive gay prick like me, absorbing his cute buttocks with my tongue, and head. Boy was I enjoying this. His dad was a happy man. But both of them were going to have to do something to me after this was done, because I had a secret about both of them that no one knew...and everyone would find out if they did not stick there tongues up my ass, and give me a little hummer of my own.
He rolled over, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock, but was unable to return to sleep. Quietly, he sat up and climbed out of the bed. He had just plowed his girlfriend Jess a few hours ago on this cheap motel mattress, but now he was up again. This time, though, he wanted to push his throbbing tube into someone else.
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.
Several times I feel his crotch pressing up against my elbow as my dentist works in my mouth. I decide to press back ever so lightly. I may have imagined it, but I think he pushed back harder...
I'm a white guy with blue eyes, age 35, 6 feet and a defined body. I was home with a black stud I just met on gay chatroom. He was a true bull, age around 40, more than 6 feet and probably 200 ponds of muscles, like the guys employed in the security for concerts or disco, shaved head and intense black eyes. We made rapid presentations, his name was Cary.
Normally, I would have been relaxed and spent after a month in the city of Miami, but this time I had spent the entire time with family. That meant no chance of any time on my own. What a drag! Well, I'd gotten home to my apartment late on a Thursday night and fell right into bed. The next morning, I woke with a raging hardon and full balls that were begging for release.
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
The air conditioning in my office was fighting a losing battle, the sweat was pouring off me and my poor secretary looked so red in the face, I thought she might explode. I was already dreaming of the weekend, but there was one more task to complete. I needed to send some documents over to our head office for signing and then wait until they came back. I sat back and started to day dream.
To some the Big Apple became a baked apple. I was away and missed the worst of the heat - not that I mind the it all that much. What the heat does do, however is to make the arrival of fall, all the more welcome. Autumn, for me, is the smell of burning leaves, fresh donuts, crispy apples. cider and rosy cheeks. The 26+ mile run enhances the city's image as a place for watching and looking.
There was a one other time I played with Skylar, the young guy who was on his way over to my loft. It was a couple of months earlier, and he had joined another friend of mine and me in a hot three-way. The two young guys were both bottoms and I took turns pounding both of them safely. But that's not the story I'm telling today. This is a true story about a one-on-one session I had with Skye.
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.
The heat was suffocating and he really hated working at the laundry, it seemed to attract every ugly red-neck in a two county radius. Luckily, there was the occasional cute college boy, from the apartments across the street. So far this afternoon thought it had been ugly and uglier. Plus he still had two hours left on his shift. As a matter-of -fact he was painfully shy.
Inside, I immediately headed for the hot tub, my favorite. Several guys were in it, including three who were sitting on the edge. All eyes turned to me, checking me out, and I did the same, allowing my eyes to sweep over them as I entered and chose my place. I'd noticed a blond guy about thirty, the only uncut prick in the room, who had a long foreskin like mine.
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.
I was ringing Jims's doorbell again for a little different visit this time, he was getting a blowjob alright. But this time he had a friend in town on business. I really do not recall his name; he was a British guy that had given Jim blowjobs on a few occasions. Jim had mentioned to the brit that if he wanted a really good blowjob, he knew a guy, you guessed it, me.
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