Randall Thomas was just getting a fresh start in another city and a new job. He was starting work as the head football coach at a mid-size mid-western university. At 32 years of age, 6'2" and 180, he was different from most college coaches: he was physically fit and young. Not only did he have to get used to a new community and a new job, but his young son, Randall Jr., 18 years of age, needed time to adjust.
At 5'4" and 110 #, Randall Jr. had to face the fact of the breakup of his parent's marriage. Hence, the reason for the move to the new town. Actually, he was looking forward to spending more time with his dad, whose busy work schedule as a college football coach contributed to the breakup. Meanwhile, Randall Sr. had to face the skeptics, who weren't sure that he could handle being such a young head football coach. In the first team meeting, Coach Thomas laid down the rules to prevent any misunderstandings. He wanted to be perceived as tough, but fair.
One weekend, Coach Thomas decided to take his son to the football workouts. The college players actually liked having him around, as he could help with small jobs: towels, water, etc. When it was time for practice to end, Jr. headed into the lockerrooms along with everyone else. His dad told him:
"Hey Sport, why don't you hang around here for a while, I have something I need to do in the office. You can help out the guys".
"Sure Dad", said Randall Jr. As Dad went into his office, Jr. couldn't help but notice the guys who were in the shower room. He noticed their wet bodies.... their muscular forms..... AND their hard cocks. Little Randall just gulped at their sizes. Suddenly, he came into facial contact with the quarterback of the team, Justin Baxter. At 6'3" 185#, black hair and brown eyes, he was the Big Man on Campus. Justin thought he could score points with the coach by being nice to the kid. He caught little Randall looking at this slightly hairy and buffed body... It was actually turning him on that the coach's 18 year old son was staring at his body. So, being the randy junior that he was, Justin grabbed his hardening cock and jacked it just a bit for the young boy.
Randall Jr. was absolutely speechless. He had never seen such a big cock at such a close range. He got flustered and went to drink some water. Then young Randall noticed that his dad was headed to the back of the lockerrooms, where the weight area was located. His dad was shirtless and showing off his smooth pecs and six pack abs. Then, Justin the quarterback was also headed in the same direction. The stud football player entered the weight room and didn't actually lock the door. When Justin peeked in, he noticed that it was pitch black and he couldn't see where his dad was. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Randall Jr. noticed some strange moaning sounds coming out of the corner of the weight room, which had a large exercise pad on the floor.
He got ever so closer and noticed that his dad was on his back and Justin the stud quarterback was giving his coach a sloppy blow job. The coach's son could not believe his his eyes. His own dad was getting sucked by a guy.... and judging by the sounds that Coach was making... he was enjoying every bit of it. Then, Randall Jr. found himself getting turned on by two sweaty male bodies making love to each other. He started to rub his hand on his little cock, which was getting harder by the minute. Randall was so lost in his dream like trance, that he didn't notice the two pair of hands that were touching his body!! Both his Dad and Justin were feeling him up. Randall Jr. was not putting up a struggle as his dad spoke to him:
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
He loved playing football, baseball and all the other sports at college. At 19, he was already a huge guy - 6'2" and 190 lbs of solid muscle. He had shoulder length brown hair, a little mustache and a little soft hair that trailed down the center of his pecs, over his ripped abs and down to his crotch. He worked out everyday in the weight room, pushing his body as far as it would go. 95.
I was the guy who had the dick everyone sucked through the glory hole. I'd start getting a hardon after work on Friday night because I entertained thoughts of the weekend I would spend at the baths.
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.
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.
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.
My name is Brin Suddak. I am an employee of the United Nations war crimes investigation service. I have been working in Central Africa, investigating the slaughter of over 1500 young boys and girls by the ALNA, a new and until then an unknown terrorist organization. At the conclusion of my investigation I went to South Africa for a week of rest and relaxation.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
Andrew, the coach had asked for a permit to go on a trip for a hole month. I was really going to miss him because he was a good coach, I never had problems with him and he helped me to train my body and maintain my muscular figure. But, I couldn't refuse to let him go, anyway, it would only be for a month. He would soap his muscular body while we talked about women. That felt like heaven to me.
He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home.
Something I just thought would never happen to me, and after 18 months, lo and behold, it happens. I was very fortunate after finishing at University and was able to walk straight into a job, while most of my friends were now bumming around and doing anything they could to keep going.
Of course there was the typical teenage period when he became a bit secretive, but he gradually learned that getting caught wanking would not get him into trouble, and when he was found out smoking dope, his punishment was more understanding than he had expected. As a result, he doesn't seem to have a problem asking me about things like the best way to shave his balls.
Up in the high, flat country with the golden grass in the summer. It was hot, very hot, but I had my windows open enjoying my new state. At 70 half the traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my sister's house for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three hours early.
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.
My best friend Charlie (a girl) and I were planning on going out for a night on the town, stopping at a few of our favorite bars along the way. We donned our warmest coats, gloves, scarves and hats (very carefully to avoid mussing our hair) and left, locking the door behind us.
"Oh baby, how I've often dreamed of this moment. I've wanted to touch your body for a couple of years... but I thought you were too young to start out at 16 years of age, like I started with my own dad."
"Here, let me take this off..." So Coach Thomas removed his son's shorts and briefs. Meanwhile, Justin was behind the 18 year old boy and pressing his muscular body against the growing boy. Coach Thomas picked up his young boy in his arms and started to give his son some very ardent, wet kissed. Randall Jr. was in a dreamworld! Then, Justin got close to his waist and started to lick his little, but hard boy dick. Then he put the little cock into his mouth. Randall Jr. was getting into it as he moaned from the pleasure of his dad's kisses and Justin's sucking of his boy dick.
"Oh Coach!!! This is sooooo wild!!!! I never thought that in a million years that I'd be having sex with a young boy... and with your own son!!!!!!"
Both Coach and the quarterback carried the boy to the exercise mat as Randall Jr. became the filling of a sex sandwich between his dad and the football jock. Coach Thomas lay on his back as he sensed the growing sexual arousal of his young son. Young Randall crept closer to his dad's huge purple crown and started to lick the copious amounts of precum.
The 18 year old boy could not fit his small mouth on his dad's dick, but he tried his best. At the same time, Justin faced a young but ripe bubble butt and dove right in. He spread open those two small melon shaped mounds and found little Randall's young bud just waiting to be opened. The stud QB started licking like crazy...
"Oh man, I'm licking a boy's ass!!!! Totally awesome!!!"
"Yeah coach, you're son is a major little horny stud!!!" Randall Jr. suddenly got a wicked idea. He lay down on his stomach, with his bubble butt facing his dad.. Young Randall swayed his boy ass back and forth, as a signal to his dad that he wanted more. Coach Thomas saw that his son's ass was nice and wet from Justin's rim job.
"This is going to hurt son.... but you'll get used to the pain." Before Justin could respond, he felt something long and hard and wet start to penetrate his virgin boy butt. To lessen the pain, Justin pushed his hard cock into little Randall's willing mouth. The young guy felt like a log was sticking into his ass, but it was pain of pleasure. Coach could not believe how good it felt to fuck his young boy...... He started slowly and then began to pick up the pace. Justin began to breathe heavier and heavier, as he sensed that his load was building up! "Hey Coach, watch your boy swallow my hot cum!!!"
"Here it comes... HERE IT COMES...ARRGHHH UGGHHH AHHHHH!!!YESSSSS!!!!" Young Randall's mouth was overflowing with grade A jock cum!!!
All of this frenzied action put his dad over the edge as he fucked his son harder and harder.
"HERE IT IS SON!!!! YOU'RE GOING TO BE FILLED BY THE CUM THAT MADE YOU... OHHHHHH YESSS!!! OH YESSSSS, ARRGGGGH! Randall Jr became a little slut boy, as both his holes overfilled with some hot, HOT, man juice.
Justin said "I want some sloppy seconds, as he stuck his cock into the boy's ass." It felt amazing as he felt his cock mixing with coach's milk. Coach Thomas faced his son as he kissed his boy, whose mouth was still full of Justin's stud cream. Coach Thomas looked up to see the tall and massive forms of three of his other football players... Hmmm.
I returned to the club, took a room and headed for the showers. There were a lot of men cruising, but little obvious going on. I noticed that many men sat in their rooms reading but with the door open. I was still new at this and unsure of etiquette for meeting etc. Guys were walking by and looking in.
My Boyfriend is a stud. He is a 25 year old 180 lb hunk of man who spent several years in the air force. I am 21 years old and am the object of desire of most guys and girls I know. Our sex life is AWESOME. My boyfriend is so great in bed. I remember the first time we did it.
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.
My job kept me busy until late at night and coming home was a nice relief. There was rarely a soul insight. I preferred it much more than coming home in rush hour. See, I live in New York City, and if you live in NYC too, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. The only pro to being stuck on a crowded train at rush hour was being able to rub up against the cute guys. "You horny?" he asked.
I was horny as hell, but a trip to the back room wasn't even worth the effort it took to get past the groping hands. What Frankfurt lacked in European beauty, it made up for in good gay bars - with lots of US Military attendance. The Army crowd often took notice of my tall, muscled, frame. They must have come into the bar while I was in back. John was up for another beer and I ordered him one.
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.
This is a true story, and before I begin, let me describe myself: I am 5'8. 18 years old, clean shaven with short blond hair, and very full lips. I've been living in the West Coast with my parents for 5 years when this incident occurred.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
I was still in my early twenties, he was 18. He isn't gay, and I was still wondering about myself. Anyway, we stayed at a motel in Richmond, that only had one double bed not wanting to go any further because it was getting late, we took the room. My cock was stretching my briefs to the limit.
His warm fingers were wrapped around mine, and the excitement was electric. We were doing something supremely arousing, and really enjoying it. Larry was my age, mid-30s, and we'd known each other for years. In fact, we and our wives had often had dinner together, eating out or at one of our homes.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
The dormitory I lived in was a temporary building , with very small individual rooms, and with a community shower on each of the two floors. One of the first people I made friends with was a guy named Tom. We would get together after we were through studying and shoot the bull for about a half hour, then head for the showers. I had bunk beds, and Tommy slept in the upper.
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.
Every Saturday morning, coach would take one of us and give us special training. It was intensive and hard, just like coach. He was a six foot two muscled bear. Coach was hairy all over and, being very hairy myself, I always thought it was rather sexy. Our team wore bright red wrestling suits that were the low-cut style showing off our pecs and most of our abs.
He had been picked on by just about everyone in his grade. He was a shy kid with brown hair and brown eyes. He was kinda athletic but nobody cared. Jack got into a bunch of scuffles. They were never really serious. He always just tried to fight back as best as possible. Which wasn't very good. Billy was a janitor at a gym downtown. He washed the locker rooms after the place closed. Billy was 18.
I went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at four O' clock. At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall. blond. muscular. handsome. a very nice sight. Then I started to look around, and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. And since they were all training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.
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