All my classes were over by early afternoon and I could work a few hours, then have the evening to workout and study whenever. I had been working out with Fred for the past few weeks of school. Actually, he was just showing me some good lifting routines. He was a transfer student from up north, but his buff body was what first attracted me.
Salsa And Soul In Sauna
There He Was With His College Roommate
It happened eight years ago when I was 19 and a sophomore at New York University. Then, as now, I was 6 feet tall and weighed in at 160, and I still have blond hair and blue eyes. I'm smooth, with what they call a swimmer's build, but my sport was basketball. On the day it all started, I was supposed to be heading off to one class or another, but just didn't feel like going.
The One Year Anniversary
We couldn't believe it had been a year since that first magical day we met. That day( the day we met ), it was springtime at my university and my best friend and I were on our lunch break when I saw Justin sitting all by himself carefully reading and studying while munching on a meatball grinder.
We Go into the Public Bathroom
His hands turns the pages, idly looking into the book in front of him. Big brown eyes. Warm and inviting. Sparkling with a hint of hidden desires beneath. His hair, short and dark hangs loosely over the top of his forehead. Still damp with water from the rain shower outside. Stubble on his chin and around his mouth after his morning shave heightens my lust for him. Those lips. So moist.
Glenn View
December in the southern Chicago suburbs could get on your nerves: You go out in the morning wearing your heaviest coat and gloves, scrape the quarter inch of ice from your windshield, and numbly fumble with the cold plastics of your car. If you're lucky, by the time you're halfway to work, you can take off your gloves and hold the steering wheel with bare fingers an no fear of frostbite. By one that afternoon, you can go outside in a shirt and sweater and baste yourself in the crispest, most welcome sun. On the ride home, you may be fighting the frost again, hoping that the months-old rock chip in the windshield doesn't spread from the contradictory temperatures.
Rim Service
I'm 19 years old, 5'11", 185, muscular, smooth, brown hair, blue eyes, nine inches, cut. My nickname is "Bub," short for bubble, well bubble butt. Did I cover everything? I hope so. This is my first time telling somebody about a sexual experience and I'm a little unsure as to what I'm supposed to say. I guess you folks want the story, so, here we go.
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Routinus Interruptus
I lost my manhood shaving in the dorm's communal bathroom. I didn't find dorm life to be that bad, in fact I enjoyed many aspects of it, and seeing how expensive college was, I planned to use the dorms all 4 years. I only lasted one, and couldn't wait until it ended. Why? I got fucked by Jim. To keep it secret, especially from my girlfriend Angie, Jim got sucked a lot, and I got fucked a lot.
Mitch Knew
For some strange reason as he was telling this I became more and more turned on. I suddenly realized that the reason for this was that I was picturing myself in the teacher's position. I tried to convince myself that I was thinking of myself in Mitch's role, but that wasn't it. I wanted his fat hog in my mouth; I wanted to slurp on that fat pink head; I want to feel him pulse between my lips; I wanted that geyser of hot cum to spurt out into my mouth and not be wasted on his stomach. I was staring at his cock as his fist was a blur as it stroked up and down. I was mesmerized waiting for the grand finale. He had to call out my name several times before I realized he was talking to me.
Frat Tickling Initiation
The four of us used our feathers to tickle Bob. At his feet, the pledgemaster and I ran the soft feathers along Bob's soles, while the other brothers tickled him along his ribs and into his armpits. For a few seconds, our helpless victim was able to bite his lips and keep silent, but before a minute had passed, giggles were pouring out of him. Soon he was heaving with uncontrollable laughter. We relentlessly stroked his body with the feathers, running them between his toes. Bob was howling and trying to twist away from the torture, but the belts held him. There was not a thing he could do but take it. Before long, he had forgotten about the order to say nothing, and was begging us to quit.
Gymnist
We had both gone into the showers with towels wrapped modestly around out waists, but when we got to the showers, we both put our towels on hooks next to the shower heads and I got my first really good look at Jerry - as he did at me! Neither of us seemed to be shy with each other and we must have spent a minute just checking each other out! I was right! He was one hung dude! He must have had an 8" cock when it was hard and had big, low-hanging balls. My cock is a little shorter, but also a little fatter, so we were a close match.
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