The rumors about Upson College were certainly true. Everywhere he looked, Dean Jones' eyes feasted on virile manliness. He thought he'd be observing a class of adolescent boys starting out in the world of bodybuilding. Instead, the private school's weight room boasted 8 of the humpiest studs he'd ever seen outside of a bodybuilding convention.
At 6', 180 pounds, the young Dean was no slouch when it came to physical development, but the smallest guy here couldn't be less than 230.
He walked up to a pair of boys/men who were working out together. One looked like an Olympic gymnast; the other a bouncer at a rock concert and yet their youthful faces betrayed the fact that they were still boys.
"Excuse me. Is the sophomore body building class meeting here?" Dean Jones asked the sandy haired bouncer-type. He was curling a 200 pound free weight effortlessly. The junior college professor felt his loins stir as he watched huge male arms in action.
"Uh - yes sir. We're all sophomores," the man boy replied politely. The Upson emblem on his T-shirt strained around pecs the size of basketballs and veins in his thickly-haired forearms coursed with blood.
"Really?" the Dean was astonished. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are."
"Um- I'm fifteen and Jacob is fourteen and a half, sir."
Mounted on the man doggy-style, I got a better grip across his chest as I squeezed his breasts with my hands. Using his ass-muscles he used them to squeeze my cock inside him. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and it was all I needed. "Jesus. fuck!" I hissed as the first shot of my cum went into the man's asshole. After a bit the world came back to me. "Nice job, son," he said.
I have not had a shower for three days. I had developed a strong manly order from the work and exertion of the last few days. I was looking forward to getting back to the truck, get back to town, cleaned up and go cursing town for a man. I am still about a mile from the parking area, when I hear footsteps on the trail ahead of me. I spot through the trees a single man.
One of the most delightful ways I find to chill with my lover is to simply pamper him and relish what we have between us. When he feels my first touch, when I brush my fingers across his jeans. Across his thighs and just gently teasing his zip tag.
So, I took an appointment with a new doctor in our neighbourhood. He was in his late 30s. So, after the x-ray, blood samples, I enter the doctor's chamber. The Doc checks me out and asks me to open my shirt and vest and lie down, which I think a bit unusual. He comes over and with asks me to breathe deeply while he ran his stethoscope over my chest.
I was at work awaiting my first patient. You see this was going to be my new business as a masseuse. A man walked in the front entrance and introduced himself to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Brad Phillips.". My receptionist says "Welcome to 'Pleasurable Relaxation' Mr Phillips, have a seat. Doctor Michaels will be with you shortly."
Charlie founds out from the doctor that he just has a short time left. He rushes home to see his boyfriend Justin. He wants nothing more than to spend his last hours on this earth having sex with that man. As he gets home, his boyfriend tells him that he is actually the angel of death, destined to collect him when he dies. He was supposed to kill Charlie, but fell in love with him.
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.
As I was getting out of the shower, someone started knocking on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the door. When I opened the door, I don't know who was more surprised. There standing at my door was Mark, dressed in a very tight pair of jeans and a muscle shirt. I had been lusting over him in my jack off dreams for months. He is smooth from his neck down.
No, no, you should know now that yes, you're right. There are a few, and a very few, people who absolutely adore this job. I always thought that about the best job you get must be to work at a movie theater. Well, certainly there are better. This is just the best job you can get where the ticket prices do not apply to you. I'm Aidan, as my name badge says.
I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long. Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds.
His final summer vacation before senior year of high school. Matt was one of the hottest guys in class, and he'd spent the entire summer by the pool, working on a tan to die for! Being a co-captain of the soccer team, he'd also spent the time in the gym working on his powerful legs and rock-hard abs and chest. At only 5'9", he packed all 160 pounds full of muscle.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
It was my old friend Paul who I was expecting to accompany me that evening. I'm in my thirties but I'm still rather trim and handsome and I have a wide circle of gay friends. None of my friends could come so I decided to go alone and I dressed up in my smartest suit and drove to the railway station and took the train into London.
As an added bonus the Kenny Wayne Shephard Band was opening for them. So there I was, in the seventh row at the World, experiencing four hours of the best the rock and roll and blues has to offer. Upon leaving this blissful evening, I was grinning from ear to ear and full of energy.
Finally, the new coach told them to take one more lap and then into the showers. Arron was one of the fastest players on the team. A sophomore, blonde hair, blue eyes, but was cursed with being a small framed, late puberty bloomer. Rob admired his "man" cock, and knew all the girls had noticed too.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
He saw a 24 hour truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the ramp. He could get some coffee and something to eat. Maybe that would help get rid of the highway hypnotism. And he would call Sally and tell her that he might not make it tonight. "Well, good luck.
"You can't be serious!" Dean Jones challenged. But the muscle boys both stopped what they were doing. Their eyes stared up and behind Dean Jones.
"Pretty impressive, wouldn't you say?" came a voice as deep and resonant as a bullhorn in his ear. Dean Jones was startled to say the least as a hand circled the small of his back.
He turned and hit his glasses on a pectoral muscle which protruded a good three inches beyond the largest male chest Dean Jones had ever seen or imagined. Two immense hands steadied him as he fumbled for his glasses. When he could see more clearly, Dean Jones just couldn't believe how big this man's chest was. His pecs defied gravity as they billowed out over his abs and created a huge overhang. His nipples were silver-dollar sized and the nubs as large as some men's' cock heads were actually pointing towards the floor because his chest was so huge and thick. His arms were unbelievably carved and coursed with more veins than Jones cared to count, but he quickly estimated his chest at about 65" and his arms a solid 25". His waist tapered to an unbelievable narrowness and a black kid leather posing strap bulged to overflowing.
The stunningly handsome giant stood patiently as the Dean tried to take in at least a part of him without being too obvious about it. The giant was quite used to other men's amazed staring.
"H-Hi, I'm Dean Jones. I'm here to observe."
"David Furlong." The two shook hands. So this was the famous Furlong. Dean Jones had heard so much about the extraordinary abilities of the athletic coach at Upson that he was curious to meet the man. As usual, rumors rarely represent reality.
"Back to work gentlemen!" Furlong's orders made everyone jump.
"I can't believe these fellows are sophomores," Dean Jones enthused as he tried surreptitiously to take in more of the coach's immensity. Far from being inhibited, Furlong actually guided Jones' eyes as he casually tweaked an inch long nipple, ran his fingers along a cable-sized vein in his arm, and even found the massive tube of muscle inside his posing strap and adjusted its bulk, coping it openly. "What are your seniors like?"
"We can work up to that," Furlong smiled cryptically. The obvious bulge in the new faculty member's dress pants told the colossal coach everything he needed to know for now. Dean Jones was doing his utmost to keep from coming down his right thigh.
"I hope you don't mind me watching, David, but I'm starting to work out my budgets for next term and saw you'd requisitioned a stage?"
"Yes. And video equipment. My students and I have no problem with people like yourself watching, Dr. Jones. In fact, I was going to show these men some posing routines if you like?" Dean Jones liked that a lot.
"That would be amazing, Dr. Furlong."
"All right, gentlemen, listen up!" Furlong's bass shook the weights, "this is Dean Jones, our new Dean of Finance. Say, `Hello, sir!'" And everyone did exactly that. "I'm going to show you some advanced posing routines. Ryker. Fulsom. I want you on either side of me to begin. Anderson get the door. Askin - posing oil and gear. Bradcock, bring Dean Jones a chair - or better still.. Dr. Jones, all of my students are trained in the art of full-body massage. We would like to give you a demonstration, if you're interested."
Dean Jones nodded, speechless. "Put me down for `Yes' on that," he thought trying to retain some sense of reality in this Herculean haven.
"Good. Bradcock. 86 the chair and bring the massage equipment, then everyone line up here! Do it!!" The room was alive with activity. With machine-like efficiency, eight adolescent musclemen ran eagerly to do their Coach's bidding. "You'll need to get more comfortable, Doctor. Jefferies, take Dr. Jones' suit coat, briefcase, shoes and tie to my office."
"Right away, sir!"
Before he knew what had happened. Dr. Edward Jones was seated on the edge of a large massage table. Six eager young studs were lined up in front of him, their lithe bodies at full attention for inspection. "As you all know, gentlemen, a proper massage requires two boys. Starting from left to right, sound off your last name and your body weight in pounds."
"Alexander, sir. 250, sir."
"Benson, sir. 220, sir."
"Jacobs, sir. 260, sir."
"Thomas, sir. 235, sir."
"Stevens,sir. 200, sir."
"James, sir. 268, sir."
"Very good, gentlemen. Ryker. Fulsom."
The two most muscular lads who were to pose off with Coach Furlong answered in unison, "Yes sir!"
"Where are your posing straps?"
"In our lockers, sir. Sorry, sir," Ryker answered a bit sheepishly.
"Two hundred pushups, gentlemen. Do it!" But far from punishment, the two relished the pump their muscles would have when finished." They both began so quickly that Dean Jones quickly lost count.
"Whereas a posing strap has certain esthetic advantages, gentlemen," Coach Furlong inserted his thumbs inside the black leather of his posing trunks and pulled them out to the breaking point, "some of you have no doubt experienced the joys of posing in the Greek manner." Nine gasps filled the air as Coach Furlong released the pent up monster which the boys had only whispered about. Fourteen inches of semi-hard male splendor unfurled like a spinnaker in the wind and arched outwards. The perfect uncut head kissed one flaring glute and then the other as man meats like oranges supported the great weight. No one breathed. Even Ryker and Fulsom had stopped pumping out effortless pushups to watch the unveiling.
It was Dr. Furlong himself who broke the silence. "Dr. Jones. Would you care to select two able masseurs?" he asked with a wink and a smile. "You must be tired after a heavy day of accounting and a brisk massage is perfect for those tired muscles."
"Uh- yes. Thank you Dr. How about James and Jacobs." The two, having been selected smiled proudly.
"Good. The rest of you get your notebooks and write this down. Stevens take shorthand for Ryker. Alexander for Folsom. Benson for James and Thomas for Jacobs. Ryker and Folsom, the posing oil. Do it!"
Amidst the activity, James and Jacobs approached Dean Jones who still could not believe the sheer mass of these two. What kind of program would account for such development? They each took one of Jones' feet and removed a sock. "Sir? Would you please stand up so we can remove your shirt and pants?"
Dean Jones was somewhat flustered. The proximity of these two hunks was bound to push his raging hard on over the top this time. "That's alright boys. I can manage."
"Sir?" Jacobs put his hand firmly but very respectfully over Jones'. "Sir. That's alright, sir. It's better if we do it."And the two stood him up as easily as a small child. Jones began to panic. Try as he might, he could not fight his erection any longer.
What happened next was the most extraordinarily quick action Jones had ever seen. His belt was undone, his fly opened, his briefs pulled down and Jacob's mouth had completely devoured his 9" erection just as he shot the most uncontrollably intense orgasm of his rather parochial twenty-six years. As he continued to shoot, his ears began ringing and the echo of his voice came back to him as he started to come down from sensory overload. It was accompanied by the applause and cheers of the entire assembly. "Alright Jacobs! Way to go! James my man!" Dean Jones wondered what was going on. Suddenly the room was silent and everyone was looking to Coach Furlong. Had there been a breach of etiquette with the cheering? Was it bad form to embarrass their guest this way? Fulsom was rubbing copious amounts of oil into two boulder size buttocks and Ryker slathered the length of Furlong's gigantic cock with more oil. With another knowing wink and a smile of assurance and explanation, Coach Furlong spoke directly to Jones:
"It's considered very bad form to miss the top cream, Doctor. Good job, Jacobs!!"
And another round of manly approval rang out. Jacobs stood up. Jones still couldn't grasp how wide and packed with muscle the fellow's shoulders and arms were. He smiled with a handsome boyish innocence and looked deep into his Dean's confused but satiated , eyes. "It's my pleasure, sir." He hadn't missed a drop of Dean Jones' seed.
Both Jacobs and James removed their own T-shirts in unison. "As we begin," James, the larger of the two offered, "Please feel free to explore any or all parts of or bodies with yours, sir." Jacobs finished the sentence. "And if there's anything at all we can do to increase your pleasure, sir, please don't hesitate to say so."
As Coach Furlong's lecture about the history of body building began, Dean Jones started designing a stage in his mind. With his magic suctioning, Jacobs was coaxing more of the good Doctor's semen through a specially designed hole in the tilted massage table while James' powerful hands eased every knot and care out of his body. "The stage needs lots of lighting." Dean Jones thought as Coach Furlong demonstrated perfect penal control by willing his 18" cock to full erection and then down again without ever touching himself.
"It's a technique used in the far east even today. Often the practitioner will orgasm repeatedly as a form of mind body control."
"A fully equipped video studio is a must," Dean Jones enthused to himself as the incredible Dr. Furlong lifted each of his students in either hand and, holding them aloft, fucked them with his middle two fingers then helped himself to the resulting sperm by placing one man's cock and then the others gently to his lips as a display of pure brute force.
James had found the secret passage to Jones' anal desire with his tongue as Jones began to formulate a list of exclusive donors and sponsors who would be willing to back such a project. Coach Furlong finished the lecture with a review of the conventional poses in western body building. Folsom and Ryker followed his lead expertly causing Jones to cream for the sixth time that evening.
Dressing rooms, specially designed seating and a projection booth went on Dean Jones list as, never taking his eyes off Jones, Coach Furlong positioned the immensity of his hard cock at Ryker's prostrated asshole and then shoved the entire length to its hilt in one gut wrenching thrust. Taking advantage of Ryker's extreme vocal response to the invasion, Folsom plunged his 11'" dick down Ryker's throat. Holding the buttboy's legs while Folsom took the arms, The two assailants began fucking in unison. It's quite probable the heads of their dicks met somewhere in the middle.
Furlong Auditorium is what they'd call the beautiful structure in honor of the man who inspired it - Coach David Furlong! Dean Jones was determined to understand more about this young master of muscle growth, mass and size.
I noticed my shoe lace was undone, so I bent over and tied it. Then I felt something touching my ass. I quickly jumped up and saw a huge overweight man feeling my ass. He said. "You want some?" I was shocked, but also horny. My cock started to go stiff. I said. "What do you mean?" He then handed me a card from his pocket. It had an address on it, and It looked really professional too. I w.
Not in the way I thought it would, but it did change my life. I joined the Marines after one year in college. In college I was roomies with a guy named Reggie Jefferson. He and I were good buds and then we became lovers. It was serious for the both of us, but I wanted more than he could give so we went our separate ways at the end of the school year. I told him that I was gay.
With more than 3 hours to go before my bus would be leaving, I had nothing to do and little money to do it with. "Fuck this shit," I thought to myself as I decided to get up and wander around the bus station. Even though I only had to pee, I decided to sit there in the stall anyway and read while I killed some time. Wow - it was a porn mag! Lucky me. I read the articles and found them to be.
I really love fantasies, because I can do things in them that I could or would not in real life. For example, ever notice how so many personal ads read something like this: "Hot older man, 45, seeks youngster 18-25. " I don't see many ads listing a young guy in search of an old-timer. I'm 61, and the odds of finding a 25-year-old attracted to me are slim.
In order to participate in sports, a physical was necessary. A local doc posted a notice on the bulletin board offering free sports physicals for students. He did physicals in groups, so that many could be done in a short time, after his usual office hours.
I sat with my feet up, fiddling with the stethoscope around my neck, waiting for my last appointment before the surgery closed. I was only thirty years old and in this profession that was as inexperienced as you can get, only two years since I'd achieved my qualifications and since then I'd been working under the guidance of Dr Falls. The patients were happy and I was growing in confidence.
As i was about to go to the mall, I saw them arrived and parked their car at the garage. I didn't mind them when suddenly two guys went out from the car. I've never seen them before. Maybe they are the relatives of the one who lived there. And so i watched them unload their things from the trunk. I was about to enter the car, when this guy approached me.
My boyfriend's name is Terry and he is 28, blond, a real hunk, and most importantly, MINE! We've been together for 6 months, and we are planning to grow old together. Before I met Terry I was in a brief relationship with my best friend from high school, which left me devastated, and on the verge of a breakdown. About a week later I met Terry and my life has change forever.
I wasn't yet tired, but being in a relatively small town, there wasn't much open. I was feeling particularly horny, though, and I knew of a spot where guys hang out and cruise for sex. I wasn't too sure if anyone would be there this late at night, but my dick wasn't taking no for an answer, so I went anyway.
I had dated extensively throughout high school, and enjoyed being with women alot, but when i saw that personal ad on the local computer forum, i realized that i was also curious about sex with another man. I responded to this ad, and started a dialogue, he asked all kinds of rather pertinent questions, and i used them to formulate my own questions in return.
When we first met, we briefly toyed with the idea of moving in together but soon learned that the only thing we had in common was sex. Once we established we were better pals than lovers, we would get together about twice a month & to fuck our brains out, all in the name of friendship! I'm not in love with Rick. I'm in lust with the man.
Whilst they were out on an access visit, I thought I would like to have a massage to relieve the stress I was getting from all the legal proceedings involved in getting your kids. I phoned a number in the local paper and was told to come straight over. He gave me the address and off I went. We went into the house and down the hall to a room just off his kitchen. He watched me undress.
His head was pounding, his arms and legs were sore and the wounds from fighting with Aranoble's guard still echoed over his chest, back and neck. It hadn't been a good night. Groaning, the young man sat up and rubbed his long expanse of soft, brown hair out of his eyes.
I look around on the big empty barracks. Due to some extra work I had this morning off. This is a great opportunity for jerking off. I seize the opportunity and start my day with some cum spraying. Let us see what else the day brings.
During college I never had the courage to act upon my desire for you. Blond, 6'2", with 210 pounds of farm-raised muscle, you seemed so far out of my league that being good friends was good enough. You let me have a glimpse at the world of the football team with your great bodies and stories of your sexual experiments with one another.
He's tall and thin, and very hairy, at least from what i could see of his arms and legs and what peeks out over his tee shirt collar. I met Santiago at a night class I was taking, and we became study partners. I loved being near him and sometimes I could look up his short sleeves and see his hairy armpits. He had a musky sensual scent that was arousing.
I was 22 years old, light brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10, and weighed 165. It was a Saturday night in July and I was oh so horny. I made my way to the bathhouse on Halsted. After I found a parking spot, I entered the front door. The line was long, as usual for a Saturday night. There were no rooms available so I settled for a locker. I got my key and towel and was buzzed in.
Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I've been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin, the big meat company, and I certainly wasn't complaining.
When this started we were both single after failed marriages and 32 years old and working for the same software company. Considering the sedentary nature of the work we do, over a beer one night we decided that maybe we should join a gym and try to work out on a regular schedule.
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 dream of playing all the time, even still to this day. My only problem is that I tend to dream about the guys on my team. I love to shower after we get off the ice. The cold temperature in the arena seems to make certain parts shrink a bit but when they hit that hot shower its like a desert after a good rain. Dicks growing back to normal length are such a turn on for me. Well it didn't work.
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