When I was in college, I shared an apartment with two other eighteen year-olds. Jerry was a farm boy like myself and Mark was a big city boy from Manhattan. Because we had so much in common, Jerry and I really hit it off. Although we were too busy with our studies during the week, we went out partying every weekend. We both wanted to find girlfriends, but, because there were far more men than women at our school, there was fierce competition for pussy.
One Friday night, we went to a rowdy singles bar to chase girls. We finally gave up and went to a quiet bar where we could talk. We both drank more than usual as we talked about our limited sexual experience. He told me far more about himself than I wanted to know. He was unsure about his sexual preferences after sprouting a hard-on while watching a gay video. "There's only one way that I can find out if I'm gay," he said. "I've got to go down on a guy. If I don't like it, I will know that I'm not gay. Would you let me suck your cock?"
I would have jumped at the chance to get a blowjob from a stranger, but Jerry was my friend and I was afraid that if he sucked my dick it would destroy our friendship. I told him that I would think about it on the way home. Mark always went home on weekends so Jerry and I had the apartment to ourselves.
I took a shower and then went to Jerry's room where I found him naked on his bed masturbating his big cock. I had never seen him with a hard-on before and was very impressed by his nine-inch tool. I took the towel from around my waist to expose my six-inch boner. "How do you want to do this?" I asked.
Jerry sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me toward him. Suddenly my cock was buried in his warm, wet, slippery mouth. I had only had two blowjobs in my life from a slut in high school, and they hadn't been half as good as the head I was getting from Jerry. I could hardly believe that he had never sucked before, but he insisted that he hadn't.
I asked Jerry if I should cum in his mouth or pull out. "Cum in my mouth," he answered. "I want to see what it's like." If I hadn't been drunk I would have shot off within a minute or two. As it was, it took him more than a half-hour to suck me off. He became more skillful with every second that passed. When he did something with his lips or tongue that felt especially good, I told him and he added it to his repertoire. I was afraid he would stop sucking if I warned him that I was going to cum, so I let it fly without saying a word. He gagged on my copious load a few times, but managed to get it down.
"How did you like it?" I asked. "It was okay. It didn't feel unnatural. You should try it, too." I got down on my knees and examined Jerry's thick cock. I felt that the fair thing to do was to give him a blowjob, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I spent the whole weekend jerking off to my fantasies of Eric fucking me silly. I had to see him. I went to the train station and bought a train ticket to visit him at school. I could have cared less if I missed some classes. I needed his cock and cum. I purchased a round trip ticket for a train which was leaving in an hour. I went to the bar at the station. I was a real dump. He winked to me.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
It had never extended to anything physical before, almost as if we weren't ready for anything like that, but now, resting on the deep piled carpet in front of a roaring log fire, in David's luxury apartment, something more was happening and we were both entering into a new and exiting phase of our relationship. "Never, in fact I have never had anything with another guy," I replied.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
We were both 18 but did not have our licenses so we just rode our bikes around the streets either ending up at the Fern hill Shopping Plaza or each others house. Once when we were about 15 Luke said something about calloused palms but that was about as sex like the talk ever got between us. I did think Rowena was cute and she did have this hot looking ass (curvy without being huge) but I dunno.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
Never would I have thought that Barry and I would have so much fun together. Two sexually frustrated young college students that explore their own sexualities and learn how to pleasure each other.
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.
His dad had just helped him to move into his room that he would be sharing with another guy for the school year. The guy on the reception desk had told Joey that he would be sharing with a new guy to the school by the name of Sandy. Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. The two guys looked each other up and down. Sandy's track suit revealed a huge package.
I was at Virginia Beach walking the boardwalk to ease the full feeling from a big seafood dinner. Dressed in an old T and some cord shorts, sans briefs, I was enjoying the balmy, humid warmth resulting from a sunny day at the beach. I kept my eyes moving, watching for any signal that some man might send.
Stripped down to my briefs and went to the bathroom. It was a community bathroom and as Rat walked in I started eying him up. He wants to piss and I cant resist looking at his dick. He confronts me and asks me if I enjoy looking at dick. He starts to pull and stroke his cock in front of me.
I would be graduating at the end of this year after spending three years there. It was at this school that I'd had my first homosexual experiences. It was here that I'd felt the most alive. It was here that I'd found love and acceptance. He was a sophomore I had befriended last year.
I stretched out on the bed and had him stand beside it. I reached up and took his big cock in my hand and began jerking it. It took him a long time to cum but when he finally did, his jism fell on me like warm rain. At least ten spurts gushed out of his cock onto my chest, belly, cock, and thighs. Some even dribbled onto my face.
I don't remember how many times Jerry sucked me off that weekend, but it was probably close to ten times. Neither of us could get enough. Jerry constantly pestered me to let him practice tooting my meat whistle, and I was always willing to let him do it. Although I was never able to bring myself to give him head, I gave him a hand-job each time he sucked me off. I enjoyed the feel of his big, greasy cock in my hand and the sight of his cum spitting into the air. Neither of us had any sap left in our balls by Monday morning.
It was wonderful having somebody around who couldn't get enough of sucking cock. I hardly ever masturbated after that, and when I did it was almost always with Jerry and for the fun of it rather than out of necessity. I even jacked off in his mouth a few times. During the week when Mark was around, Jerry and I had to be discrete, but we still managed to get each other off once or twice a day. One morning I awoke to find him sucking my hard cock. I didn't stop him and it wasn't long before I was serving him a hot breakfast.
One Friday night after going out on the town for a few drinks, Jerry decided that he wanted to see how many times in a row he could suck me off. We had just finished final exams and Jerry said that he felt the need to take a final exam in Cocksucking-101. I embellished his fantasy by suggesting a grading system. I told him that six or more times would earn him an "A", five times a "B", and four times a "C". We stopped at an adult bookstore and rented three or four porno tapes for inspiration. Back at the apartment, we stripped down and popped a tape into the VCR. Jerry had been down on his knees gobbling my dick for about ten minutes when the door suddenly flew open and Mark strode in.
My heart skipped a few beats. Jerry turned as pale as a ghost and looked as though he would faint. I expected Mark to turn around and stomp out, but instead, he began to laugh. He couldn't control his laughter. I didn't know what to make of his strange behavior. When he finally got himself under control, he said, "Why didn't you sonsabitches invite me to the party?" By the time he got out of his clothes, his dick was as hard as a hammer handle. He explained that his flight had been canceled because of the weather.
Mark told us that he wanted to watch Jerry finish me off and then he wanted a turn. He had me stretch out near the TV so he could watch us and the porno at the same time. Grinning from ear-to-ear, he sat on the couch masturbating and waiting for his turn. When I told Mark about the game we were playing, he said, "Count me in. I've always wanted to see how many times in a row I can cum." We decided to make a contest of it.
After I creamed in Jerry's mouth, he crawled over and began sucking Mark's long, slender dick. Mark didn't even last a minute. "His cum tastes just like yours," Jerry said to me. Jerry had a dick in his mouth for most of the night. The only time he stopped sucking was to take a swig of beer or to go to the bathroom. I played with his cock while he was sucking Mark, and even after I jacked him off a couple of times he was still hungry for hot meat.
Jerry earned an "A" by sucking me off six times. Mark could only manage to cum five times so Jerry earned a "B" from him. After that, Mark and I referred to Jerry as "our slut" because he never refused to suck us off when we asked for it. We were convinced that Jerry was 100% gay. We decided to conduct an experiment. We made him take off his clothes and then we put the latest issue of Penthouse in front of him and told him to leaf through it. He hadn't turned more than twenty pages before his dick was rock-hard.
"Guys, I have fantasies about girls all the time," he said.
"Just because I love to suck dick doesn't mean I'm gay."
Mark eventually fucked Jerry in the ass, but I couldn't bring myself to go that far. Jerry loved having my dick in his mouth and Mark's up his butt at the same time. I eventually tried sucking their dicks to see what it was like, but I didn't acquire a taste for it the way Jerry had. I did enjoy giving them hand-jobs, though. To this day I love making cum squirt out of a greasy cock all over my hand. The relationship continued for two years, then Jerry dropped out and I transferred to another school. I really missed having a willing mouth to pop my dick into whenever I got horny.
It's a hard choice. I'm holding my contact add and a naked photo, but should I mail it to the gay magazine. Well, now it's done, but I have this funny feeling, it's like I regret, but it's all to late now, isn't it. The days passed, nothing happened, but then suddenly one day this letter came: It was a plain white envelope without name, but I knew what it was. It was from a Swede.
I am in my mid 20's 6 ft tall and 170 lbs,and had always been straight. About two years ago I began to explore sex with men also. I am writing the experiences I have had and posting them. Let me know if you enjoy. My previous experiences had taken place at one bathhouse or a video porn emporium.
The wrestling team had been state champions for the past four years, and because I didn't know anyone, I joined the team as soon as I got to the school. As I found out, it would be an experience that would change my life. And tonight it was my turn to have "anything" done for me.
I sat in my office today hard as hell. I wanted to fuck U so bad. I can usually get off in my office but it was rather busy today. So I left the office for a min today. I went to a park. I parked my truck where no one could see me, I had on a pull over Tommy shirt & some Khaki Tommy Pants. Then I pulled it out! My mind filled with dirty little thoughts of us fucking right there in the open.
I was home on leave from an overseas assignment, visiting my parents. I also took advantage of the time to visit my friends that I grew up and went to school with. I mentioned not having any booty call to a male friend and we start kidding around about helping each other out. We used to play around, but when he drooped his trunks this time, I noticed he had really grown up!
Just friends. Anyway, he was a real jock type guy and always hung out in t-shirts that held really tight onto his body and loose fitting track shorts. They were always just short enough that when he sat the right way you could get a nice view of his Y fronts. Typically, we'd just be hanging out bitching about guys, or school work or whatever.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
The wife has no clue how strong my need to get a certain itch scratched by another man with a hard on. I get so hard my knees get weak thinking about getting laid by a man. I have only a few gay friends, but they are intense for me because we also have sex. I was going over to see Gary. He is in an open gay relationship. I don't recall Gary's partner's name, how impolite.
I was just conferred my rank as corporal when the company was sent three new recruits. We were stationed in Germany, about 3 miles from the Danish border, and so Americans were few and far between. I found more hot and horny German boys that American boys did little to interest me.
This a true story from a bathhouse I visit quite a lot. I thought I caught him looking at me just a bit too long and decide to make the most of it. How can I make sure that he knows of my interest?
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.
Jerry and I trade glances as the coach puts us through a thorough exercise program. Finally we head to the showers together and I know I will get to see him nude.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
It was the University Rag Week Charity Auction - an auction with a difference. Instead of things being sold, people were. It had been a great evening, with lots of money being raised for good causes. I was standing behind the curtain feeling rather nervous.
"Now your belt", he rasped, dropping my t-shirt on the leaves behind him. As I slowly unbuckled my belt, I took a good look at my would-be teenage rapist. He was young, and very nervous. He was only about 5'5", nine inches shy of my 6'2", and had just enough baby fat left to give his body that adorable plump smoothness of a healthy adolescent.
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