I had just finished running about 2 miles along the lakefront near work, I like to do that during lunch break to refresh my mind for the rest of the day. Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns - - while they're attractive enough and firm - - they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious.
As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection. It's very easy for me to pop a boner with half dressed and naked men all alone in close quarters. I tried not to think of my favorite fantasy, those hard-bodied Asian, Latino, and Middle Eastern dudes taking and using me orally and anally as they called me names like "fag" and "bitch." I really get off on being dominated, no S/M or anything like that, just attitude and verbal domination. The fact that I appear and play "straight" in public makes submitting seem even lustier.
Anyway I quickly finished undressing then hurried to the showers, while holding my towel in front of my cock. I love showing off my ass, thinking that some fucker is so horny that he just might want my ass even though it isn't on the body of Mr. Fitness or Mr. G.Q. I'm sure some guy was looking at my firm brown ass.
Most guys had begun heading back to their offices when Cory, Jeff walked in. I'd met them briefly at the gym some time back but hadn't gotten to know them. We just said hi in passing. They were middle aged but they'd kept themselves in shape since there youthful prime. Cory was married and Jeff was divorced so I had assumed that they were not into man to man sex. All that changed within a matter of moments.
They had come into the shower area, towels draped over their shoulders. Cory was across from me and a stall away and Jeff was in a stall somewhere on my side. I love looking at the bodies of older guys who are in shape. Cory, about 40 years old is around 5'8" and 163 lbs. of muscles, and has a full head of black hair. He's kind of olive-brown completed like he might be mixed with Middle-Eastern, Filipino or something. Jeff, around 42 is about 5'9" and 170 lbs and thinning red hair. His skin is freckled and slightly hairy on his forearms and lower legs. He has a rugged handsome face too. They both have big expansive chests and shoulders, hard butts and pumped arms.
They chatted back and for a bit about their workout and office news. I glanced sideways as Jeff was lathering his body down. He was standing out of the spray facing my side lathering soap onto his body. I assumed that Cory was doing the same, though I couldn't see him.
Jeff had to have caught me ogling him, cause I was looking at his cock when he said, "Hey what's up Chris." Shaken out of my gaze, I said "Not much." and Cory piped in "How's it going?" After some small talk, I was about ready to leave. However, I wanted to know for sure that Jeff and Cory were as straight as arrows. I turned so my back and buns were in full view and started lathering my butt, using lots of soap and attention in my crack.
When I got to Texas I checked into my hotel room, and decided to take a shower. As I stood under the hot spray of the shower, I slowly started to rub my 8 1/2 inch cut dick, and rub my big hairy balls. After slowly jerking my cock for a good ten minutes, I worked on of my fingers up my ass, and started to finger fuck myself, until I shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, and stomach.
They had purchased an old hotel in the Catskills, where we would go for training seminars in the main rooms, and we were each given a private hotel room. This was an older type hotel, with private rooms that had adjoining bathrooms. We kept the doors closed and knocked before entering.
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.
Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start.
I'm built pretty sturdy to begin with (5'10" brown hair, brown eyes, muscular at 185,and 8. 5cut), but wanted to work on packing on some more muscle. My mid-west farm boy looks and build always gets me plenty of dick as it is, but I like lifting and decided to hit it pretty hard during my vacation period.
It's been awhile since he has a serious relationship, but that hasn't stopped him from having fun. Mike is now 22, has had sex with a couple of girls and has fooled around with a lot of guys. Mike considers himself to be bi, but he fantasies more about guys. Mike has black hair, brown eyes, and isn't that hairy.
We moved together nose to nose, we both tilted our heads to the right slightly and our lips made contact. I opened my mouth licking his lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues touched, I continued to invade and explore his mouth with my tongue. I moved my hands up around his back, and he did the same, pulling each other closer.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
I went to the small local lumber yard to get some 2x4's and other miscellaneous items. When I got there, there was a cute youngish guy (twenties) working, Jason. He offered to help me find what I needed. I told him what I was doing and what I needed. He said that we would need to drive to the next lot to get some of the pieces. He let me ride with him in his pickup. He looked at me funny.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
There was a free counseling center on campus, but the twenty-one year old senior needed to keep his "problem" a secret, even if that meant paying. Dustin would have to drop out of school if gossip got around. He would never survive the humiliation. Dustin was a clean-cut with wholesome good looks. He didn't seem at all like someone with a problem only a shrink could solve.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
I had been working out all year long and been taking a full school schedule. It was my first year of college and things had been going really well. I had decided to come back and stay with my parents for the summer to save on money. I noticed there was a new neighbor next door who must have moved in after I had graduated from high school. After a run we start talking and decide to work out together.
I went to the back booth to watch my favorite type of videos and dropped a coin in the slot. Shortly after I started to notice that a black man entered the booth across the way and proceeded to watch his video, but keep an eye on the aisle.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
One particular day, I was sitting in my hotel room naked and beating my 8-1/2" cock while construction workers repaired the hotel work just outside my room. They're really hot but there is one especially that makes me want to cum. He's a gorgeous 6'2" blonde hunk and he just took off his shirt to wipe his chest and his brow as he's covered in sweat. He tastes salty!
The people that knew about the secret garden generally were the sort that preferred to bask in the nude, in the sun with sounds of the forest rather than in crowds with the sounds of the public beaches. Nobody blew whistles or told you to leave that floating device on shore. No ropes to stay within, no children screaming just for the hearing of it. He asked about the quality of the water.
Today is different. I want to take all three guys myself. I want to feel their hot meat slam inside me as sweat drips off their hairy bodies. We all meet for lunch in my office. I lock the door and smile at all three of them. I get on the floor on my knees and motion for Jon to come over to me. He puts his crotch in my face and smile and pull down his zipper. They stop and move closer to me.
I had been chatting with this hot horny Latino stud. We organized to meet. I'm a mid 40's guy, good looking with buzz cut hair and a perpetual 3 day growth. 5" 10" about 156lbs good body smooth chest and a thick 8" cut cock. I am top and the city is packed with eager bottoms. He was even hotter in real life.
They lived in the same neighborhood, but they are nt very close. Joe was a very handsome young man. Brown eyes and hair, very tanned, beautiful smile and a perfect body. The only problem was that he was straight. Joe was afraid of Beto. Everybody said he was gay, but the rain was extremely heavy.
Right after I graduated from high school I used to work in this drugstore. This 45 year old tall, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled construction worker used to come in and chat with me. One day we meet up after work...
I guess I was sort of tired, because I began to daze off into dead space. One of my coworkers, Anthony, roused me from my daydream. Anthony was a very handsome man. A bit shorter than me, maybe 5'10" tall, slim and fit looking with dark hair colored red and dark eyes that pierced into my heart. I've always considered falling in love with another man, and Anthony was the kind that made me swoon.
All my straight friends were out on a date and here I sat in the dorm alone. I'd had the computer on. Chatting on two different gay sites and getting the usual how big are you, or asl (age sex location). What a drag. Then suddenly up pops a picture of the most drop dead gorgeous man I had every seen. With a profile no less. Not a native but certainly comfortable in my newly adopted home.
5'10", 135 lbs, red hair (ugh), green eyes. He had just come home from soccer practice and undressed in his room. The full-length mirror showed all of him. Guess I am not too bad, he thought. His chest was smooth and looked pretty strong. His pecs were starting to firm up. His nipples were not very big yet--like Carl--but he figured they would grow some more. He looked further down. More precum.
I thought that Jeff, being uncomfortable with my display, would just hurry his shower and towel off. But as I turned with my back under the spray and glanced across the way, Jeff was lathering his cock and pubic bush, kind of sideways and glancing over to Cory. I was interested in what silent communication they were doing with their bodies. I kept quiet pretending not to look in their direction. Jeff looked up quick to check on me, and my head was turned away just enough to keep up the charade. I pumped out some more soap to help me have "cover" for lingering around a little while longer.
Jeff's cock was getting real big. Keeping my body facing generally away from him, I slowly turned my head and saw him mouthing some statement to Cory. I reached back for my buns again and started lathering. I was horny, and really wanted to get it on with some guy even if it wasn't in a confidential "wham-bam-thank you..." I didn't even mind them guessing that I was queer for cock and laughing about it behind my back. Maybe someday, they or a friend whom they'd told would approach me and get what I really wanted to give. Yea right. Them doing it with me -- a black bottom. At least I could dream. I didn't look over to Jeff again, but soon heard them turn off their showers, head out to the lockers.
Cory walked past me by a few steps, stopped, then turned toward me. I looked up quickly to see what he was about to do, when I realized Jeff was right upon me just to the side and behind me. He'd reached out his arm and started running his fingers up and down my crack of my ass before I realized what had happened. Cory turned away and stood in the entrance of the shower area watching to warn Jeff if someone was coming. Jeff's mouth was almost swallowing my ear as he told me how they knew I needed sex with men like them and that they were going to do me with no one else ever knowing.
Jeff rubbed his dick against my thigh and really intensified his search for my hole. He was licking my ear saying how I should have my black ass fucked as often as possible, just like a woman who gets her pussy fucked. His throbber was swollen and vainy with a pink mushroom-head a little smaller around than the shaft. He must have had at least a 4" circumference and 7" in length, a real hole- opener. I reached for it, to stroke it and say that I was willing, but Jeff slapped my hands away.
"Don't want you touching my white dick with anything but the throat of your black butthole. You hear?"
Yes I heard and arched my back and stuck out my butt so that my buns spread open a bit for easier access. I tried to see over my shoulder, but could only see his pale arm down to his wrist. His hand was out of view as he reached it between my smooth chocolate cheeks. I bore down on my guts so that my ass-lips would stick out and he could easily slip a finger inside. He reached for the soap dispenser and pumped out a couple of globs and started jacking his dick. Then Jeff surprised me.
I'd turned away, thinking that he was getting ready to plug me, but what I felt was his breath on my ass-cheeks and his tongue lapping up into my crack. He stopped jacking off long enough to part my brown buns with both hands and get his tongue right onto my hole. He started darting around real fast-like. He was breathing kind of heavy and tried to wedge his face deeper into my crack.
"Mmm, yea bitch. Eat'en me some cunt. Damn, my white hands look so good against your black butt. Fuck yea!" he growled.
I pushed my brown ass back into his white face. It was quite a sight to see this grown 'straight' man, licking at my anus and loving it.
"Come on you slut, push it out. I wanna suck your cock-hungry hole. Yea, you're nothin but a fuckin pussy for me ain'tcha?!"
With that he held my buns open and rammed his tongue as deep as it would go inside of me. This white man was taking my ass for his pleasure. "Oh god, he wants it, he needs it, he's taking it!" I thought to myself. After alternately sucking my ass-lips into his mouth and tongue fucking me, he stood up and pumped more soap from the dispenser. This was rubbed around and into my anus, with him darting his long thick fingers up me every couple of strokes. Jeff turned me so I was facing the wall and my ass was sticking out in the open. Cory could watch us that way and still notice if anyone was approaching. "Hey Cory, grab me a condom out of my backpack."
"What's the matter white boy? You don't want to give my black manhole any seed, huh?" I was taunting him, wanting to rile him up and see if he'd try to his revenge on my butt for the trash I was talking. Actually, as I looked closer at the dispenser and some small print that was on its face, I was glad the soap had that HIV preventing stuff that all lube should contain.
Jeff's hand clamp over my mouth. "Soon as Cory gets me that condom, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that when I finish, you're going to have a lonely highway between your buns - and you're gonna be beggin' for more."
Cory returned with the rubber and reached around behind me to stick a couple fingers in. "That's nice, man. You got a real bovine hole, dude. Let me see it." Jeff laughed and pushed him aside saying, "You'll get your chance." Next thing I know is Jeff's rubbered rod was zeroed in on my opening and the head was pushing for entry. My dark brown anal lips puckered, then slid tightly down his ivory shaft. Cory kept chanting about how perverse, it looked. A white man fucking a black man. But to Jeff and me, it was natural. We were made for that moment, of Jeff ramming into and withdrawing out of my ass. His hands were on my cheeks, spreading it so he could see his penis disappear inside a sucking chocolate anus.
I bent over, holding onto the water knobs, my elbows bracing me from butting my head against the wall. Jeff liked this, cause he started laughing as he reached his hands around my front and lifted me off my feet. I was suspended holding to the knobs and my ass held in the air so Jeff could bang his dick inside. That's when I went crazy. Calling them both names, and taunting them for not using me more.
Jeff then had Cory pry my grasp off the knobs and lower my upper torso. In this position I could suck Cory while Jeff continued his claim to my rectum. Jeff still had me held up by his hands, my legs spread, my ass sucking on his meat like it was the Last Supper, and my feet dangling toward the floor. At that moment I felt like a total cunt and loved it. I was there, giving these two guys what they wanted - hungry holes for slamming and jamming.
I wished that it were the 60's or anytime in history and there were no diseases like AIDS. If it were, then I could suck Cory's cum right out of him and drink it down greedily. I'd slowly swallow it all to savor the taste of his nut-sauce, and to let him feel the wild pleasure of my milking mouth and throat. I'd also be able to spasm my rectum shut so Jeff would spew cum up and down my anal canal, and hopefully if he banged me hard enough, it would shoot all the way to my stomach. But Cory pulled out before coming, and Jeff had his cum shoot into the rubber. "Stick your fingers in there man!" I almost shouted. I came as Jeff's thick fingers bottomed out in my ass. I wanted to collapse to the floor and stay in that shower for the rest of the day, with Jeff's fingers in me.
"Come here bitch," Jeff said as he reached to straighten me into an upright standing position. My back was still to him and he and Cory were hugging me to him and caressing my torso from my tits to my cock. Cory was even licking my other ear that Jeff wasn't speaking in. "I've never fucked a black guy before, but you're sweet man."
"When will I get some of that ass?" Cory whispered, just loud enough for Jeff to hear also. We all just laughed real quiet like. We each rinsed off quickly, got to our lockers.
I gave them my phone number and address. "Drop by any time" I said, reaching a hand back to my ass-crack for emphasis. Boy, have they!
He was determined to find the evidence he needed to prove Rex was the Salem Stalker. As he entered Rex's bedroom he began to tear it apart. Concentrating on his search, Shawn did not hear a freshly showered Rex enter the room. "What the fuck are you doing Shawn?" A surprised Shawn turned to face his towel wearing rival.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
Hundreds of 18-22 year old boys around me all day long. Seeing naked boys every day. What a place for me to start living out of the closet! Let me explain you first that in this small back corner of Europe every man has to serve the country. Being gay is no reason for release, even if you wanted to. I have lived my life in a small town, really a gays' hell.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
One evening, I went to swim about 10PM. Very few people were around so I had the place to myself. When I was done, I went to the locker room and then to the showers. A few minutes later, an Asian guy came in and stood at the shower across from mine. He was very thin and smooth, but had a thick black bush and a large hard cock. He noticed me looking and kept on showering. I said I wouldn't min.
I was a lot more experienced than the other guys in more ways than one. That I owe to a business acquaintance of my father's who was also one of his friends. This man who often visited our house seemed to be interested in me. I soon understood that he also loved underwear.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
I walk over to you and caress the back of your neck. You jump, startled, and quickly a smile comes to face. I press my beanbag lips against yours (my wife's expression) and fuck you face with my tongue. You lose all interest in news reading. I begin to unbutton your shirt.
It's a hard choice. I'm holding my contact add and a naked photo, but should I mail it to the gay magazine. Well, now it's done, but I have this funny feeling, it's like I regret, but it's all to late now, isn't it. The days passed, nothing happened, but then suddenly one day this letter came: It was a plain white envelope without name, but I knew what it was. It was from a Swede.
Every morning I would walk on the beach, and during the afternoon I would wander under the boardwalk, quite a different world, especially with the beach being in NYC. One Saturday morning I was wandering around under the walk in a fairly well populated area.
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.
His name was Will. He was a basketball player. Ebony God! Damn he looked good! Will was about 7 feet tall, nicely built. I jacked off many times to his images in my head. One night I came home to find Will drunk and jacking. At first he stopped, but then he saw me, and kept going. Then he stopped and asked me if I was gay. Trying not to sound too excited, I jumped at the opportunity.
I was forty one at the time and not accustom to travel as I was when I was younger. However, my last supervisor was an asshole not only to me but everyone and I told him so! It soon became his mission in life to transfer me out as soon as possible. The next opening was Durban South Africa so I was transferred there. The company provided me with a rental house. 00 a month.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
Oh how I hated to go to this job, it was very good pay and all, but the people were quite a boring bunch, except one for one day when this cute guy, about twenty-five came into my office and asked me for some help with his taxes. Have a seat I told him, lets see what you have. Boy was this guys taxes messed up good, but he wasn't that interested in his tax problem, he kept glancing me up and down, glaring into my eyes.
One particular day, I was sitting in my hotel room naked and beating my 8-1/2" cock while construction workers repaired the hotel work just outside my room. They're really hot but there is one especially that makes me want to cum. He's a gorgeous 6'2" blonde hunk and he just took off his shirt to wipe his chest and his brow as he's covered in sweat. He tastes salty!
I couldn't get over how good-looking they were, which Seth understands; he knows his four big male feet turn me on. He was already pretty boned through his underwear just looking at his four nice-looking feet - they turned him on as much as they turned me on, if not more. It was cool that he had them out and on display for me, as well as for himself. My hands savor i.
He's about 5'11", has short brown hair and brown eyes that will rock your world if he smiles at you. Brian and I are in the same service organization at the medium sized university I attend in the Mid-West. He's the classic "farm-boy" stud, only he isn't a redneck.
This a true story from a bathhouse I visit quite a lot. I thought I caught him looking at me just a bit too long and decide to make the most of it. How can I make sure that he knows of my interest?
They lived in the same neighborhood, but they are nt very close. Joe was a very handsome young man. Brown eyes and hair, very tanned, beautiful smile and a perfect body. The only problem was that he was straight. Joe was afraid of Beto. Everybody said he was gay, but the rain was extremely heavy.
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.
Xavier was fast but I kept up. He'd just broken a sweat me, I was dripping. Swerving off down into a gully Xavier suddenly tried to break away but with determination and a laugh I was soon close on his heels. I'm sure he felt the anticipation of what might be coming, running to win and running to some privacy was a thought he must have also had.
I first found out I was gay in Grade ten when I got a hard on in the locker room. Thankfully no one noticed, but I stayed in the closet since then, at least until I met Brayden. It was my first year at college, and I moved into an all guys dorm.
It's the hottest place in town. You have to know a member to get in. That's how the management get away with the raunchiest performances that go all the way. We've got to know Mario who works out the routines and the music for his horny stripper guys. He's nearly seventy now but he is young at heart. His routines are the sexiest that I've ever seen or heard about. Dave's a straight Bottom.
Others lay on the sand, tanning their bare bodies or coupling in the sun and wind. I strolled to Christopher's favorite spot, near the rocks, and found him there, lying on his back, his lithe body squirming under the penetrating thrusts of a crew-cut blond almost as muscular as me. I knelt beside the pair, dropped my towel and tanning lotion, and tousled Chris's curly hair in greeting.
At 6'4 and 23, this tall youthful blond guy is already a major hunk, but what you really notice are his bright eyes* and amazing smile. Adam always has a great positive attitude, very "up", but not to the point of being bubbly or silly. Until this incident, I have never seen Adam with a hair out of place.
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