My boyfriend is a correction officer at a state prison. I've always told him I find him attractive in his uniform. Seeing him in it turns me on incredibly. One day I showed up at his house and he was dressed in his uniform and I was immediately turned on. He didn't say anything as he walked up to me, grabbed me by my arms and spun me around to face the wall.
"Arms on the wall and spread your legs, boy," he said. I did as he commanded, reaching my arms into the air and leaning against the wall and spreading my legs wide.
He gave me a pat down taking extra time to squeeze my crotch and my ass.
I started to say something, but he interrupted me. "Shut up, boy," he said. "You talk only when I ask you a question." I nodded yes to let him know I understood.
He spun me around to face him. My cock was rock hard and his boner was showing through his uniform as well.
"Strip, boy," he commanded. I did as I was told, first unbuttoning and removing my shirt, then leaning down to untie and remove my shoes and socks and then sliding off my pants and underwear. I stood there naked as he kicked my clothes off to the side.
"Lift your balls," he commanded. I grabbed my nuts and lifted them up. My cock was standing straight out. He bent down and stuck his face in my balls and began to lick them. I moaned as he ate my nuts for a moment.
He passed to row of lockers separating the washroom from the main corridor and pushed open the door. At the entrance was a row of sinks and then to the left was a row of urinals to the left and right followed by the cubicles. Ken immediately noticed all the graffiti and had started to read some of it when his eye caught sight of movement in the stall to his left.
Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school.
Although I'm not really in the closet, I don't advertise myself, either - especially at work - but after three hours of non-stop drinking, I was feeling reckless. After three hours of staring at Craig, the manager of our company store, I was feeling horny, too, especially since I knew he was gay. Well, I was nervous and excited. Anyway, we went back into his office and he started talking.
I did pretty much whatever needed doing, reservations, bellhop all that shit. After about a month they decided that I should work a few days in the kitchen and learn how to do room service.
I was pretty inexperienced and frightened in those days but with a bit of alcohol to lower my inhibitions I managed to have a few good experiences as well as quite a few cold evenings when I finished the night by wanking off while fucking a tree. Few people around and all scared to approach like me. Now I live in the country and am much more active in my cruising. I needed more.
We live on first floor in Sproul Hall. He and I are both sophomores at UCLA. He glances up from his bed. I have always dreamed that we would be doing something together on that bed. I yearn for sex with him. This story tells you how it happened.
One of these, for me, was being sent to prison. The reason is unimportant and I'm not going to discuss the penal system yet. I had spent the previous 90 days in the county jail waiting for sentencing and had adapted to the people and the place as best I could. His name was Billy. We talked.
We knew only the most exquisite torture, designed to make us torment each other, against our wills. How had they done this to us? Our own bodies turned against us. From unknown vantages they shot us with body-altering rays. Our prison was a void of white, spotlessly clean. The exquisite torment of the alien rays was the way they juiced our bodies.
The "why not" mode. I mean, that's not all. I have found myself grow decidedly more excited about see another guy's cock. and letting him see mine. I'm proud of mine. not saying HUGE, but. I guess sorta like the rest of me. nice and fun to be around. Perhaps, it's not different then the innocent curiosity of pre-pubescent exploration of the human form. music food, movies.
"Turn around and spread your cheeks," he ordered. I spun around bent over slightly and spread my ass cheeks.
He spread my cheeks even wider, spit in my asshole and slid a finger into my hole. His finger roamed around for several minutes, making me moan. He jabbed his finger in several times, rubbing against my prostrate.
He stood up and ordered me not to move. I heard a click from behind me and felt his handcuffs slide and lock over first one wrist and then the other. I wasn't so sure I wanted that and began to voice my thoughts when he told me to shut up again.
He spun me around and ordered me to stand still. I was still rock hard.
He unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his magnificent eight inch cock.
"Suck it, boy," he told me. Without waiting for me to respond, he grabbed my head and forced me to my knees.
He grabbed hold of his prick and slapped my cheeks with it a couple times. He then began to slide it down my throat.
"Yeah, that's it, boy," he moaned. "Suck my big dick. Eat it, you little bitch."
I began to suck on his cock. It was different. I usually have my hands to steady myself on his hips or his cock when I suck him, I couldn't do that this time. With one hand on the back of my head and the other on his cock, he slid in his dick in and out of my mouth. I slobbered all over his lovely cock, my tongue sliding all over it as he fucked my mouth.
"Yeah, bitch," he moaned. "Suck my cock. Eat my dick. Take it in your mouth, you little cocksucking bitch. Suck my cock, boy."
He was slamming it down my throat so hard I was amazed I was taking it.
Then all of a sudden he took it from my mouth with a loud "slurp."
He grabbed me by the arms, stood me up, moved me to the couch and bent me over.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he said. "You're my bitch prisoner, aren't you?"
I said nothing.
"Answer me!"
"Yes, sir," I responded. "I'm your bitch. Your prisoner. Your boy to fuck."
"Yeah!" he said.
He dropped his uniform pants to his ankles.
He spit on my asshole and on his dick. Then with one hand on his dick and one hand on my hip he began to slide in.
His head slipped past my sphincter and I swear I almost passed out. He didn't stop, just kept on sliding it in until his entire cock was in.
"You like that don't you?" he asked me. "You like that big dick up your tight asshole?"
"Yes, sir," I moaned. "I love that cock in me. I love to be fucked by you."
He started to fuck me. He slid in and out of my ass, going faster and faster each time.
"Yeah, boy," he moaned. "Take my dick you little bitch. Take my cock, you whore. You're my bitch, my prisoner. I love fucking your little ass."
"Yeah, man," I yelled. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass. Make me your boy."
He started to grunt and groan. He pulled out of my ass, spun me around and sprayed his cum all over me. His juice hit me on the face, the chest and the arms.
"FUCK!" he groaned.
I was still rock hard and leaking precum like crazy.
"Uncuff me so I can jack off," I begged him. He refused and told me to shut up.
He dropped to his knees took my hot cock in his mouth and began to suck. I was so fucking hot it took me only a few licks of his tongue to send me over the edge. I spurted several loads and he drank my cum.
Why did I visit ? Well been having trouble down under and without putting too fine a detail on it, I have had difficulty in passing - Doc Rudge gave me a good examination on the bench, "lay on your side and lift and bend your right leg" he said. "Now I'm getting all clinical I know but to cut a long story short," said the Doc after a short probe, "you need to moderate your sexual habits. "
I mean, it was always in the back of my mind, but consciously, I never really thought about it. I knew I liked women, and that was always good enough as far as I was concerned. But it was this summer that I had been "introduced" to sex with other guys, and I found that I started to notice them more often. One that I noticed in particular was our neighbor across the road, Jake.
Three days with no serious commitments felt like a luxury to me. I knew something would turn up that would make it interesting. Around then I heard the sound of a throat clearing behind me. I turned around and looked at a guy I'd seen around the area. He smiled. "I'm kind of enjoying the evening.
In the middle of traffic, at a light on Monterey Hwy I begin to rub my cock through my suitpants. Squeezing the balls, massaging the head, looking around nervously to see if anyone is looking. No one is. I slowly move my hand up my body, pinching my nipples. Once I do, my cock gets instantly hard. They rest on my pants, heavy and full of cum. I see the number, and know it's you.
Hey, it's mostly my fault I guess. At work they call me the Nerd. When I am out of the office on the road for my Company, I'm called THE GEEK, The Computer Geek. I guess if they knew I was gay, they would be calling me other things too. I don't really think I'm bad looking. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 160. I got a 7 inch uncut cock. Dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
It happened only two years ago (I am a junior now) but it seems like a very long time in terms of how far I have come along since then. In high school, I had played sports. Baseball season was my favorite, and I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of the sport (not least of all the great view I was afforded after practice in the showers and locker room). But, I did not do anything about it.
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
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".
I was having the worst day of my life. You see I was out and about minding my own business when someone kicked me. That's right kicked me. Square in the balls. I howled with pain and no one did anything to help. I tried to turn and grab the little bastard who kicked me and just got his clothes. The boy freaked and started to cry. That is when it all started. That is where I met him.
Forced indoors, I stood dripping wet in the cavernous lobby of Avery Fisher Hall, searching among the similarly hapless figures hurrying by outside in the central plaza, fearing that I might miss him altogether. I needn't have worried. "Jim! There you are. " The commanding voice was exactly as I remembered. I turned and saw Robert striding across the lobby, shaking an umbrella.
The urge suddenly came upon him when they were standing in the living room, both of them home from work no longer than five minutes (not even enough time for them to get their ties off). Mark stood in the center of the room, waiting quietly, looking so innocent. Roger went over to him and grabbed the blond-haired, blue-eyed pretty boy by the shoulders.
Taking a drag on my cigarette I looked at the ceiling. "Do you remember the first time you and me showed each other our dicks?" Martin's wistful question filled the quite room. He'd gone back over to the couch, put his cap back on and was idly squeezing the last drops of clear cum from his dick. "Yeah I do. We would've been... how old?"
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