Community College Teacher That Gives His Students Cock And Cum
He'd been following me for days. I knew the look. Love-struck. Yeah, he was in love, alright. Love at first sight. First sight of my cock.
I teach in a community college and two or three times a week I swim 30 laps in the pool. Over the years, I've grown accustomed to the uneasy, insecure glances, the lusting stares my presence always generates. When you carry a 6 inch piece of meat between your legs when hanging, and when you tend to be where people can see it, you learn quickly who envies you and who wants you.
I've always attracted people who wanted my cock. Starting at an age I dare not mention, I've been felt, fondled, touched and fucked by plenty of men and women who wanted what I had to fill a vacancy. To many people, bigger is better and size does make a difference. I've had men pay me to fuck their wives. What can I say? Money can be a motivator. But my preference is for men. Young men, still discovering the sensual joy of life. I love seeing the adoring eyes of a man look up at me, his lips stretched around my engorged cock, his wet mouth filled with my muscle. Or the passionate cries of pleasure/pain as my destroyer plows open some untried ass. I realize it's the sense of power I feel, the ego-inflating perception of domination which inspires me and makes me enjoy it so. No apologies, though.
As I said, he'd been following me around like a love-sick puppy ever since he got an eyeful in the showers. When only he could see, I soaped up my crotch and pulled my cock a bit till it was not yet fully stiff but arching away from my body and about nine inches in length. Poor kid. He had to try and hide his own excitement and turned to face the wall, fist flying over his cock. I stepped close to him.
"Mind if I borrow your soap?" I asked just at the moment his spunk jetted from his cock and splashed the wall. I just reach and took the soap from the dish, letting my pole, now at it full rigidity, brush provocatively against his hip. Then I stepped away, willing my cock to soften as I heard some voices approach the showers.
He wanted it, I could tell from the beginning. But I waited a week before I made a move. Part of my thrill is watching to see those infatuated looks. Even at 39, I enjoy the ego surge of being wanted. The tease, the anticipation, the thrill of imagination are what make the game so sweet.
Finally, again in the shower, I struck up a conversation with my moon-struck admirer. I asked him to come to my house for a drink. He said he would. Hell, he acted like a starving dog to whom I'd thrown a big bone.
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.
The man pulled his penis out of my ass and flipped me on my back. I then looked down my body and could see nicely formed breasts. If I had been myself, I would have eagerly grabbed those breasts. However, I had other things to deal with.
sometimes you are feeling a bit despondent, say laying on the beach seeing all the guys and gals having fun, and all you'd like is for another guy come and chat you. Up. Such as it was over the Eater weekend when I went to a local beach to see what talent may be going. You know it is guys, the ache and desire for another like yourself. He sort of smiled and I returned the smile.
After ten days of sitting in a classroom on a hard seat I was in a real funk. I needed something to change my attitude. That's how I found myself in a small room in the baths taking my clothes off. At this time was 31, 210 pounds in good shape, 7 inch cut, somewhat hairy and un-attached. This was my second trip, my first in my hometown being uneventful. I had a long slow shower. As he removed...
Joe lubes the plug and a finger. Joe works the lube into is waiting asshole and wonders what would Tony's cock feel like. Joe slow inserts the plug feeling his muscular ass tense and as the plug pulls into place deep in his hole. Joe pulls on his underwear then pulls them off and pulls on a jockstrap. Tony misses his pickup but it will not be back from the body shop for several days.
Tom and Drew find out that they would both consider doing something with another guy, but who would have thought that the pool talk would actually turn into some sexy hardcore action. Who sucks who? Who fucks who?
I walked around for a while in the video booth room and there wasn only a couple of guys there looking for the same thing i was, to service some horny guy. I decided to go into a buddy booth and was sitting there for a while stroking and watching this hot guy getting banged by six guys and this guy just comes into my booth and closes the curtain.
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 is a cyber chat about the sex between an online identity called robin and one called captcook. Read it if you are interested in cock stroking and talk about anal sex and then cum swallowing.
Eight prime inches of uncut meat. Not interested in bullshit - you can save that for the J. O. boys. I'm a damn good cocksucker because I LIKE dick, the Bigger the Better. Willing to demonstrate my talent on the right man with the right dick. The rest we can work on later. Call and ask for Ted. Nothing. no dynamite. The screen in front of him merely said: No personal messages waiting. nothing.
Rex, if you read this, I still would love to find out what's in your briefs! Shortly after being assigned to my unit I found that I would be working the third shift, midnight to 8 a. m. This was great, it kept me out of most inspection and duty.
5 inch circumsized cock. After paying for my room I wound my way through the pitch black corridors, lit only by the luminous red glow of the EXIT signs and the spillover of light from the cubicles. They had open ceilings which allowed patrons to share the moans and gasps of neighbors indulging.
But come to think, that's just what I did. I was setting him up for my big bone.
When Danny arrived at my house, I met him at the door wearing only a long silk robe. He wore a pullover shirt, jeans that hugged his butt and showed off his own crotch. His brown hair was combed neatly and he gave every appearance of being the All-American college boy. Who just happened to have a strong desire for cock. My cock. I had the lighting subdued to create the proper mood. Now that he was here, he was mine. We went to the den and I sat down in the only chair as Danny stood before me.
"Let me offer you a drink," I said, untying my robe and revealing my cock. Danny just automatically fell to his knees between my spread legs, gazing with adoration at the phallic god before him. His tongue slid along his lips. His trembling fingers caressed the inside of my thighs and surrounded the base of my now-stiff and throbbing staff.
"Kiss it, first," I directed him. With eager obedience, he pursed his lips and planted a tender kiss at the top of the swollen glans. "Lick," I said, and he complied by sending his wet tongue down to the base and up, tracing each vein in my vibrating prick with his wet oral muscle. I put my hands under my knees and pulled, exposing my sensitive opening. He obeyed my unspoken command by sliding his tongue around the tender pore and slipped inside, snaking its way up my colon. Oh, he was fine. Danny-boy knew what he was about. Even while he tongued my rectum, he fisted my prick. Pre-cum oozed out and helped to lube his handiwork.
Soon, he left my chute and put his mouth back on my leaking nozzle. Those brown doe eyes of his looked up at me with an expression of total devotion, worship and submission.
I pushed him away and stood up, my prick swaying and glistening with saliva.
"Follow me," I said, leading him downstairs to my basement. I walked over to a closed door, punched in the combination and led Danny into my "Rack Room." I heard him react to what he saw. Chins, leather furnishings, thick red carpet.
"Still want this?" I asked, taking his hand and wrapping it around my dick. I thrust my hips and he started stroking. He nodded. "Good boy," I said. "Now strip." He hung his clothes on the wall hooks and I took him to the centerpiece of the room, a chiropractic adjustment table which was in its vertical position. I strapped his hands to one end over his head and lowered the table a bit. I made a few minor adjustments to the padded table to present his ass at its best. I stepped over to a cabinet and took out a latex glove, a condom and some lube.
"Have you ever been fucked, Danny?" I asked, running my hand over the quivering firmness of his cheeks.
"Yes," he whispered. I had squirted jelly on my gloved index finger and unceremoniously jammed it into his pucker. After the initial spasm, his ass muscles welcomed and squeezed my invading digit. Tight, even if he wasn't virgin, but I could tell that he hadn't taken a piece as big as mine up his ass, so this was going to be fund for both of us.
I sheathed and greased my cock and pressed his sphincter with the thick knob. "Danny boy, you're gonna love having me in your ass," I breathed into his ear. I pushed against the resistant muscle and ran my hands up and down his sides, feeling the taut skin on his lean torso. I flicked his ear with my tongue and felt the round muscle give way and open up to my prick. Oh, he was tight, all right. I reached to where his cock was sticking through the cutaway in the table and I gripped the half-hard organ. He quickly hardened in my hand and Danny fucked my fist as I nailed his ass.
"Such a good fuck," I said to him as I felt my balls flatten against his ass cheeks. His prick pulsated in my hand and I cupped my palm over the head as my fingers flew on his cock and he squirted a hot load of thick liquid lust into my palm. As he came his ass twitched around my probe as I stimulated his prostate but I wasn't about to come until I was ready.
I pulled my spunk-filled hand from his cock and got it to his face. He licked some before I just started smearing the stuff all over his face and into his hair. I was fucking his fine ass really hard, sending my entire rubberized cock into the depth of his body. Danny was whimpering, partly from the pleasure and partly because of the pain of getting his prostate worked over after he had pumped his wad.
Danny struggled against the restraints and was whimpering, but his fucked-raw ass still clutched at my ramming prick. I let go, feeling my cum rush up my cock and spurt into the latex nipple high upinto Danny's bowels. Someday, when I was assured that he was safe, I'd give him a sperm enema, feeling his insides against the unsheathed flesh of my cock.
As my cock emptied and softened, I held the condom as I slowly withdrew my prick. Rich spunk filled the end of the rubber, spunk that was disease-free and needn't be wasted. I slipped it off my prick and put the rubber to Danny's mouth. His lips parted hungrily and I squeezed the condom like a tube of toothpaste, the pearly cum being avidly lapped up and swallowed.
Danny loved my cum. I unfasten the straps and sat in a comfortable chair where he licked my cock clean and sucked my sweaty ass for half an hour, then sucked me off, swallowing every juicy drop I had for him.
He quickly became my favorite stable boy, joining the small but dedicated clique of cock worshipers who revere my prick. During the sessions when we all get together, I have the pleasure of being bathed by five tongues, reverently rimmed and reamed, my balls and cock deified and worshiped. As one of our ceremonial rites, four pricks lodge in four assholes, a daisy chain of fuckers. I insinuate my own bowel borer into the last in line, then, after I shoot my wad, I suck off the lead prick while the young men suck spending from each others oozing asshole.
I should never have taken this job. What the hell was I thinking taking a job at a fricking boxing gym!? A' course I'm going to screw it up. Jesus! A' course I'm suss. I do look like a frickin' perve. No wonder they are confronting me about looking at them. I can't help it. They are just so hot guys.
After a week out at sea, it became clear that this had been a bad plan for two reasons. The first was that I was violently seasick almost constantly. The second was N. C. O. Jake Taylor. He could have been any of the (devoutly hated) jocks-heroes from my high school: blond, arrogant, and perfect. He didn't look any older than us regular enlistees.
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.
Surprisingly quickly I got used to it as I slowly drove down the main street fascinated by the clouds of steam and glimpses of an erupting geyser. My main concern was to locate the Ward Baths and to experience the excitement of nude bathing in the MEN ONLY pool.
Kellie's brother Todd informed me that she had to work until 4 because her relief was sick. Todd was just about ready to go swimming and he asked me if I'd like to join him. I didn't have a swimsuit and I told him so. He had a few extra swimsuits and we went to his bedroom. All he had were Speedos and I was a little shy about wearing them. But he didn't. I told him I'd like a shower.
Pulling my hand from under the sheets, I brought it in to my body, running up my smooth, bare chest before slapping the snooze on the alarm clock. It was Friday and university classes were out for the week, allowing me, a newly turned 20 year old student the chance to catch up on some deserved sleep. Halfheartedly, I pulled myself up into sitting position.
Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.
Not many people went there, and if I hung out in the mens room, occasionally I got to suck cock. One afternoon, a slightly chubby guy with medium brown hair about 25 came in and watched me sitting on the toilet stroking my cock. He came over to me and started stroking me and playing with my balls. He had a really nice touch and got between my legs and sucked my cock.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
I barely even knew the guy; he was my brother's roommate. His name was Tim and my brother threw a going away party for him. He was starting college and would be moving out next week. Although I didn't know him very well, I knew I would miss him. It was quite a party.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
You see, there's this guy who's been keeping me. . . I hate to use that word, but there just isn't any other one that will do - I was being KEPT! It was all OK at first, he'd suck my cock dry two or three times a day. I loved that. I didn't even mind making out with all his friends. I like it, too.
Their team has lost to their arch-nemesis again, and in football game they lost after leading almost entire game. He thought of getting drunk but postponed the decision. He had first to log in the chatroom where he promised to meet Rider for another hot session tonight. He'll just tell him he was in no fucking mood, cybersex or not.
When I graduated I got a scholarship to the biggest state college. I was nervous about moving 3 hours away from home, but soon found out I loved the freedom. I lived in a dormitory which was exclusively male athletes. At first I was afraid the other athletes might be a distraction, but I really enjoyed the masculinity and the camaraderie of all the other guys. I knew I was gay at the age of 16.
High School. I loved the feel and taste of a hard cock in my mouth shooting a hot load of cum. I always had a way of letting guys know I wanted to suck them off, and they usually were only too happy to provide their cocks for me to suck. By the time I was in college, I had sucked off over 30 guys. Most of them never touched me, but they loved watching me suck them off.
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