I was thinking about hard cocks again as I thumbed through a local weekly newspaper. "WM seeks same for movies and massage." I called and left a message. He called and left a message. We finally met at a convenience store close to his apartment.
I'm average looking, average height and he seemed to fit that description as well, though he seemed a bit older than he claimed to be. I followed him over to his place in my car. I was both nervous and excited for had been a long time since I did something like this. Not since my navy days in San Diego.
Once inside the sparsely furnished apartment he went immediately to the fridge, pulled out a couple of beers and, for some reason, began explaining why he placed the ad.
"I'm not gay. I just enjoy men, that's all," he said as he handed me a beer. He was trying to make me feel comfortable and I was trying to pretend I was. He told me a little about his divorce; about a threesome he had with a buddy and his wife, not his, his buddy's.
"Did that cause your divorce?" I asked as he stood up and walked over to his entertainment center.
"What kind of movies do you like?" he asked, changing the subject. Standing in front of his television he gestured to a glass cabinet full of videotapes like a model on a game show. I shrugged my shoulders and took a pull from my beer.
My apparent indifference was his cue to choose from his gay selection. In popped the movie and with a flick of the remote, three naked men appeared on the screen, two sucking on the third's cock as they lounged in front of a pool. My host looked to me for a reaction and in order not to give him one, I took another long pull from my beer.
I am married and have an eight-year-old son and 10 year old daughter. And by the way I am very attracted to young smooth boys (18-19). I rarely, maybe every two to three years, am involved sexually with boys, but I am always fantasizing about them when I jack off. This story is about one of those rare times that I got involved with a boy.
Due to our great fortune, we finished early! But because it was Thanksgiving, all the malls and shops closed early, so we got no where to go. One of the guys suggested that we watch some videos (he has a pretty good collection). They were old videos, but what the heck, we had nothing to do anyway.
The ship was crashing into the swells of the Atlantic heading for home after being at sea for over 45 days. It was impossible to sleep, almost impossible to stay in your rack. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours in the dimly lit berthing area, I crawled out of my rack, put on my navy blue jeans and headed up the ladder.
I was going to UCLA and to make ends meet, I was working at a market. Although I knew I was gay, I had never had any experience. Sexually I didn't even know what guys did to each other. Guess I came from a very sheltered home. After working for a couple of weeks, I was assigned to the night shift.
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.
You pull me into a tight hug, holding me close. I feel the rest of the world slip away. I bury my face against your neck and breath in your scent. I feel your beard tickle the side of my face. The only sound is our breathing. Gently, you touch the side of my face. I look into your eyes. I see nothing but love. We move closer to each other a millimeter at a time. Our lips meet softly. I am home.
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
At the curb, an army of bellpersons stormed him like so much smoke. "I'm fine, really. I'll handle it myself. Thanks. " In unison, the squadron turned heel and scattered. Some of them didn't speak any English, but they all knew "fuck off" when they heard it. He liked to dress for travel. Great.
Ned passed on and now Danny has done the dirty on me and I am merely one of his many achievements. But I am left with memories so passionate. I often wondered why he kept saying I am his "number nine, doctors favorite". I thought it was because of the sex games he liked to play.
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.
I started into the gay scene by looking for men on the Internet. After I found Tom I went to his place. I walked into his apartment. He meant me in the kitchen. We moved into the living room where he put on a CD and lit some candles. We sat down together and talked a little with some touching. Tom then leaned over and kissed me. This was my first kiss. Before he took it into his warm mouth.
I had just returned from military basic training and married my first wife. I got a part-time job chauffeuring a businessman around who had lost his drivers license. Since his business was selling freezer plans to consumers, most of his appointments were at night.
"How would you feel about having another guy join us?" asked my host as he settled down close to me on the black leather sofa. This time he drank from his beer while waiting for my response.
"Honestly? I would find it much more interesting than this video."
"Hmmmmm." He set his beer down and looked directly at my crotch. "So are you going to show me your cock? Hmmmmm?"
His hand reached for my bare thigh and moved up under my shorts, brushing my balls and finding his prize only semi-erect.
"What's the matter?" he asked, his hand now softly squeezing my cock, treating it like a pump that was supposed to draw blood from my brain. From one head to the other.
"Nothin", I muttered.
"Then take these off."
I stood up and slid my short to my ankles and kicked them off. They landed right in front of the television where the three men were getting into some heavy anal action. He noticed my attention was on the television once again and slid from the couch to his knees. I looked down and watched him suck my cock into his mouth. He angled it so he could watch the movie. I just stood there and closed my eyes.
"Turn around" he whispered softly.
I did as he asked. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Then his breathe, then his tongue. His right hand reached between my legs and he began stoking my balls and my shaft. I was getting a little bit weak-kneed from the sensations he was giving me.
"I want you to lean over the arm of the sofa."
He ordered. I obeyed. With my ass now arched up in the air, my cock pressed against the leather. I hear him sliding a stool across the floor. He sat down and again spread my cheeks. I felt his tongue diving in and out of my ass. This went on and on. I could feel his saliva dripping down my thighs. I could also hear him stoking his cock, which I still had not seen, at what sounded like a blistering pace.
"Do you want me to?" he asked me. I responded as if he had wakened me out of a deep sleep.
"I'm afraid." I said.
"Why? It'll feel good."
"I haven't seen your cock yet. Are you huge or what?"
My eyes were still closed. I didn't want to open them and gain a sense of reality. I was on a leather sofa about to be fucked in the ass. Am I ok with this? He stood up, positioned his cock at my ass and rubbed the entire shaft up and down my shaft.
"Guess", he giggled.
As he continued rubbing the head of his cock up and down my crack I sensed it was thick shafted with a small head. At least it wasn't huge, I thought.
"Come on", he whispered. He was drawing circles around me asshole and the feeling was incredible. Definitely pleasurable enough to allow him to go further.
"Ok" was all I said. Slowly, gently he pressed the tip of his cock into my ass. It was at this time I noticed that my own cock had gone almost completely soft. It was pressed flat against my pelvis.
"More?"
"Yes"
He pushed further and I could feel the head trying to push past the second sphincter. I tensed up. It had been a long time since something this big (How big was it?) had been pushed up my ass.
"Easy" he whispered. I thought back to the time at the YMCA. How it was much easier for me to take a cock in my ass if I sat on top, controlling the amount of penetration. I decided to reach behind me and feel his cock. I wanted to know how much more he had to give me. He thought I wanted to stop.
"What's wrong?" he asked like a child.
"Let me feel you cock", I whispered.
"Should I pull out?"
"No! Just let me touch it." I touched his cock and wrapped my hand around what wasn't already in my ass. I wanted to see if it got thicker towards the base. He still had a few more inches, but if any wider and I was going to call this off.
"Go ahead. Just go slow", I said bringing my hand back in front of me.
"Goooooooooooooooooood", he cooed, continuing his short strokes. "Don't worry. I won't come in your ass. I want come all over your ass."
I felt the front of his pelvis against my ass and realized that he was now as deep as he could get.
"Here we go," he said as he began to withdraw in preparation for a much longer stroke of my insides. The slight sting was subsiding and I began to push back against him has he pushed his cock forward. As he moved in and out I was conscious of my cock coming back to life. It must have been the intense prostrate massage he was giving me.
All that masturbating he did while tonguing my ass, along with the steady stroke he was laying on me was bring him to the brink of orgasm. I could tell he was loving it as his strokes were losing their rhythm. He was now trying to last as long as possible before he had to pull out.
"Go for it", I said between gasps. As good as it was feeling I wanted him to come so he could back to sucking my cock.
He took me at my word and turned into a jackhammer. My upper body was bouncing on the sofa cushion. My ass and cock pinned to the arm. There was almost a sense of violence when he pulled his cock out of my ass. He screamed as if in pain and then I felt the hot streaks of cum landing on the back of my neck, my back. It seemed to hit me everywhere but his intended target, my ass.
He collapsed to his knees, his face buried in my ass. I could feel his panting hot breath on my balls and cock. After a moment I felt his tongue begin to tickle the head of my cock. I could not longer stay in that position however so I turned myself around to face him. I began stroking my cock in front of his face and he seemed to really enjoy this.
I closed my eyes and continued, intent on coming as fast as possible.
"Just let me have it when you come. I want to taste it", he whispered as if trying not to distract me from my task. Knowing he wanted it turned me on that much more and when I felt that tide rising I opened my eyes and, without a word, let him know what was to come.
"That's beautiful", he exclaimed while positioning himself closer still to the end of my cock.
I came with yell and he snatched my cock from my hands into his mouth. It seemed like I came forever. He swallowed and tugged on my cock, drawing every last drop I had in me. I fell back over the arm of the sofa and laid back, my legs dangling over the side.
"Your good," he said now standing over me.
"And you're gay", I replied back to which he smirked and made no comment.
"My friend his tall, and his cock is huge." he said. "I'd love to have you and him hook up."
"How huge? Fat huge or long huge?"
"Long. Very long." He was smiling as if remembering a very good time.
"I'll think about it."
"I know you will", he said reaching down to stroke my now soft pink cock. "You have my number."
I put my hand over his. But that was as intimate as I wanted things to get. After all, I'm not gay either.
You can grow up tough, fighting and overcoming obstacles in your path. Even if you make it, you carry some scars. If you're lucky, you find someone who helps you forget your past. Or you can grow up timid, retiring from the world, seeking some inner order or explanation for the chaos. Hated them in school.
He was hired back in January, and he caught my eye, bundled up in a varsity letter jacket, shoveling snow from the walkways. When spring came, his attire changed to a orange v-neck baseball shirt and a red baseball cap, jeans and light brown Timberlands. Bryan was short, rather short, just 5'5", and that sizzled my desires. I'm a tall guy, 6'4", and I really dig short guys.
I wandered the streets and stopped outside a bar. I looked inside and saw that there were others inside. I had nothing better to do, and so in I went. I sat at the bar and ordered myself a drink. I lit a cigarette and waited to see what the night would bring. I had been there about 10 minutes when you walked in. You know that old song about "Somewhere across a crowded room". It was electric.
It was about 2 in the morning, and I hadn't had any luck with the schmoes at the bar, so I decided to see if there was any cruising action going on at a local park. As I headed towards my car in the lot, I caught a glimpse of a white Mercedes sedan pulling in. Inside was the hottest black guy I'd ever laid eyes on. If I turned around now and went back in, it would be too obvious it was for him.
I was there with my boyfriend, Tyler, picnicing on the grass. We sat close, surrounded, by about three-hundred fans. We were eating crab legs with white wine. The sun beat down. I beat down on Tyler's meat, slipping my hand into his baggy shorts. I apologised, of course.
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.
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.
He told his parents he was leaving for California to become a model. Eric was a sweet guy, not one of those that think of cock and sex all the time. Two days had passed, just waiting there in that small mountain resort, waiting for a trucker going to California. Finally he was lucky in more sense than one.
I considered myself popular and somewhat attractive. I was not at all athletic, but did play some intramurals. It was the third day of school, just fitting in, and finishing the summer stories. The football team was going to begin practice after school, inpreparation for the season. My best friend Steve, whom I had known since first grade, was very athletic and played for the team. come on.
We collided in the middle of Harrods store in London on a very busy Saturday. Poor guy he really stumbled and went sprawling across the floor. His legs were spread wide to reveal that tight ass, which I have become accustomed to seeing now. I was pulling him back up, he looked very embarrassed and very, very cross.
It left thousands of people without power for several days and some for several weeks. This story is about me and a friend and how the icestorm would turn us from 2 straight friends into gay lovers. It was late january. It had been snowing and raining all day. Seth and I were at my apartment working on a paper for a food class. We did have the radio on for background noise. It was late.
His questionnaire said that he was in his late twenties, around six feet tall, and slender swimmers build with good definition. His cock size was not noted other than each person that was interested should come find out for themselves. He did mention that his dick was uncut, and hairy, but other than hair around his dick, he was smooth. We decided to meet at his place.
I looked about getting my bearings. The room looked familiar, it was Pippa's house. I turned over onto my side and saw the hunky back of some guy. Who was this?! I gently lifted myself up onto my elbow and peered over the broad back to see who it was, I had no idea. I turned quickly as the door opened and my head spun.
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
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