Denny looked in the mirror and knew it was way past time for him to join a health club. How the hell did he let himself get all out of shape? It is bad enough being gay at 63, but being gay and fat is a death knell. So he bit the bullet and headed for the YMCA. What a great facility. The only downside was that the boys had their own locker room. That was okay because Denny didn't like the idea of being behind bars.
After the walk around the Y Denny signed up and made an appointment with the trainer. He was there at the appointed time and they talked about what his physical goals were. "Well, I need to lose 70 pounds and get some of this girth off my middle." The trainer agreed and they planned a workout schedule. Denny started his workout program and was keen to notice the naked guys in the locker room. A lot of them were older guys like himself but there were enough college age guys that made the time changing, spending time in the steam room and in the shower more than interesting.
He took his time at the Y seriously and before long it was noticeable. Not only to him but to the younger guys who were in and out of the locker room. The Y had attracted a lot of the local community college guys as a place to work out, play basketball and swim. Jared and Chuck were two of those guys. They were scouting out the locker room for someone to suck their cocks and to fuck. They were looking for a guy like Denny.
It was economics class; boring as hell. But a group of the Y boys sat toge- ther and talked about the trolls and other guys who regularly used the Y. Jared mentioned Denny but of course they didn't know his name.
"You know who I am talking about," Jared said. "He is the older, fat guy who always has a smile on his face and speaks to us. He also gets a locker close to the entrance to the shower room"
"Oh, hell yeah," Derek spoke up. "He is working like a son-of-bitch to get some of that weight off."
Ahmed chimed in, "Hell, yeah, he pervs on me all the time."
I was in my hotel room surfing the Dallas m4m room. It was full, but as usual, no one was talking. My phone rang and took me from the computer for a few minutes. When I returned I had a lengthy Instant Message. The message stated that the author's name was Jason. He said he liked my profile did I have time to chat? I immediately checked for a profile. Rats. nothing there. I IMed back.
At my first job after college I start hannging out with a guy at work, Trent. I finally find the courage to ask him out for dinner. One thing leads to another.
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
After working every night on my home, on Friday nights, I would go to the club for some drinks and relaxation. This guy I knew for a few years was sitting at the bar and naturally I sat down besides him. We talked about nothing. After a few drinks, he asked if I got that car I was after.
Now this could be interesting. It was mid July when I joined the new S/S Franklin and crossing the north Atlantic in July can be hot. Most of the crew of 43 either wore cutoff jeans, or nothing at all. The crossing was uneventful, the crew were getting acquainted, sooner or later they would buddy up. Our first port of call was to be Bremen Germany. We were all dog ass tired, turned in.
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
His head was pounding, his arms and legs were sore and the wounds from fighting with Aranoble's guard still echoed over his chest, back and neck. It hadn't been a good night. Groaning, the young man sat up and rubbed his long expanse of soft, brown hair out of his eyes.
It's the place to be when your feeling nasty! Last Saturday around midnight, I was buzzed just the right amount and was horny as Hell. I drove over to the health club on the east side and upon pulling into the parking I noticed a lot of cars, meaning hot action! I pushed the buzzer to enter and finally the door opened to let me in. I say men off in the distance looking me over.
Up in the high, flat country with the golden grass in the summer. It was hot, very hot, but I had my windows open enjoying my new state. At 70 half the traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my sister's house for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three hours early.
For the past few years I've been a sex addict. Black cock was my drug of choice. I couldn't get enough. Night and day found me on my knees in some alley, park, or men's room giving head to any Black man who came along. Usually I had to pay and more than once got the crap beat out of me. I suppose it's best to start at the beginning. Their titles say it all.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
I passed through the double doors and made my way to the mid-section of the locker block. I opened my locker and began removing my clothes. I stripped down to my jockey briefs, then slipped them off my legs. I wrapped a towel around myself, and made my way into the shower area. Maybe I should describe myself for you.
Hunks all of them and sweaty hard-working men. Younger and older, most of them huge with bulging muscles from all the hard labor. But there was one guy who seemed bigger than the rest. He looked to be about 45 years old with a weathered face. He wore a yellow hard hat that fit tightly over his short, brown curls. A real stud construction worker. I watched him moving around the yard.
The hill I was on crumbled under me and I felt myself sliding through branches and over rocks as the mud carried me down. All I could do was scream "Help!" knowing there was no one around to hear me. My head hit a tree and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a cabin. The rain had stopped. A fire was crackling in the fireplace and a warm comforter covered me.
Damn was I horny. My jeans were probably bustin' at the seams. If I wasn't so fuckin' sexed up I wouldn't be doin' what I was doin' now. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I mean jerkin' off could only do so much. I was driving down the interstate keeping a sharp eye out. My work schedule was real tight so it's been a while.
"What the fuck are we going to do about it boys?" Chuck asked.
Jared smiled, "Let's lure him to Chuck's and my apartment. Then we will see if he really is a perv. What you guys think?" By the end of class it was agreed. The boys would find a way to get the old guy to the apartment and see if he really was the perv they suspected him to be. The first step was for Ahmed and Jared to show themselves. It took a couple of nights but the boys hit on a night when Denny was in the locker room. As he sat in front of his locker getting ready to shower the boys paraded themselves in front of him. They used the spinner to get their swim trunks dry. They stood on the scales and weighed themselves. And they walked around with their big cocks in a semi-hard state hoping the older guy would take the bait. Denny did not disappoint them.
Denny stood up grabbed his towel, body wash, and shampoo and stared directly at Ahmed and Jared's cocks who were walking from the shower room. Of course he was watching their swinging cocks but the boys were looking at him. As if they had planned it both boys reached down, pulled on their balls, and rubbed the back of their hands up the underside of their cocks. Denny began to salivate. He looked up at the now smiling boys and smiled back.
"You guys doin' all right this evenin'", he asked.
"Yes sir," Ahmed responded.
The boys watched as Denny stopped by the steam room. They knew that the agreement was that they would get him back to the apartment but they were horny now. They weren't waiting another day for this. Looking at each other the boys grabbed their towels and followed Denny into the steam room.
While the boys were deciding what they were going to do Denny had stretched out and was playing with his cock and balls thinking of his good for- tune is seeing the boy's cocks; being in the steam room always made him horny anyway. His cock began to swell and he began to stroke the foreskin down. Lost in his fantasy Denny did not hear the boys enter the room.
Ahmed sat down at Denny's feet and Jared sat close to his head. He became aware that they were there and quickly moved his hand away from his softening cock.
Jared said, "Don't stop now dude." Ahmed chimed in as he began to rub Denny's right leg, "Yeah, we want to watch."
Denny began to stroke his cock again. It got hard really quick. Jared stood up and leaned over the man's face.. He put the head of his cock at Denny's lips. Denny opened his mouth and licked at the dripping head. The taste of the young man's cock and pre-cum was intoxicating. Ahmed continued to caress his way up Denny's legs to his balls and cock. Denny took his hand away. These boys knew what they were doing.
Ahmed sat back in the corner with his big thick cock leaking pre-cum. Jared took his cock out of the man's mouth and coaxed him to sit up. Denny was will- ing to do anything the boy wanted as long as he could continue to suck his cock. Jared forcefully helped the man to sit down on Ahmed's waiting cock. Ahmed spread Denny's cheeks and aimed at the man's tight hole. Pushing down on his shoulders Jared got the man impaled on the boy's monster cock. Jared stood there slapping the man with his cock. Denny finally took it back into his mouth and the boys began to fuck him deep and hard.
"Goddamn," Ahmed said. "He is a fuckin' natural. The boys are gonna love this tight ass."
"Oh, hell yeah. And he know how to take cock deep in his throat too."
Through the foggy, lass door Jared watched one man after another go by the steam room. His balls began to tighten up. Denny was moaning like a bitch in heat. "Shit, Ahmed, I am about ready to fill his mouth with my cum."
"Do it, `cause I am ready to unload in his ass."
The boys dumped their loads of cum into the old pervs body. Jared looked down and watched the old man shoot load after load of his own cum as he stroked his cock. The steam room smelled of cum as well as sweat.
Jared gently pulled the man off Ahmed's cock. The three of them sat there for a bit; sweating, coming down from their sexual high.
"Jesus, boys," is all Denny could say.
"Well, if you liked this there are a few other guys from our Economics class who would love to show you some more fun," Ahmed commented.
They bought things on their trip and had them sent home and I received their almost daily deliveries from UPS. The UPS guy was about 23, dark skinned, wiry and dark haired. When the weather started getting warmer, he came to the door in his summer uniform, showing off his hairy arms and legs. He smiled and said the weather was getting warmer and it felt good to be wearing shorts.
Just friends. Anyway, he was a real jock type guy and always hung out in t-shirts that held really tight onto his body and loose fitting track shorts. They were always just short enough that when he sat the right way you could get a nice view of his Y fronts. Typically, we'd just be hanging out bitching about guys, or school work or whatever.
Randy is twenty-two and as you would expect is in incredible physical condition. He has boyish good looks, but his most outstanding trait is his outgoing personality. Randy is about 6' tall with a head of thick sandy colored hair.
There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other) story will focus. What a shock it was to see him....
The physical exhaustion overcomes the brain's urge to rehash your day, over and over again, so that you can get a restful sleep. It also does wonders in making sure that you don't end up with an ass the size of Manhattan Island. When I moved here, after getting a job straight out of college, the first thing I did after finding an apartment was to find a health club.
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 took a $6000 pay cut at my day job and had to start delivering pizzas to bring in some extra cash. I used to deliver pizzas in college and knew that it was a fun way to make some quick money. (Free food was nice, too!) I went back to work at my old job, at Paul Revere's Pizza in Cedar Rapids. There was a young man working there named Clint. He was about 140 pounds, age 19, and 5'7".
I passed through the double doors and made my way to the mid-section of the locker block. I opened my locker and began removing my clothes. I stripped down to my jockey briefs, then slipped them off my legs. I wrapped a towel around myself, and made my way into the shower area. Maybe I should describe myself for you.
About 8pm this June evening as I was driving along a dual carriageway, I decided to stop for a break at a roadside park, well hidden from the road, and which had a single toilet behind some trees. I had noticed one other car parked, with two men sitting in it, but I paid no attention and simply entered the rest room.
I peeled off my clothes and threw them into my locker, and walked naked to the shower room, my towel slung over my shoulder. Once there, though, I had a rude shock. The hot water was broken. So I took a quick cold rinse, and headed for the sauna. Once inside, I leaned back and let the hot moisture caress my body.
This is a true story, and before I begin, let me describe myself: I am 5'8. 18 years old, clean shaven with short blond hair, and very full lips. I've been living in the West Coast with my parents for 5 years when this incident occurred.
He saw a 24 hour truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the ramp. He could get some coffee and something to eat. Maybe that would help get rid of the highway hypnotism. And he would call Sally and tell her that he might not make it tonight. "Well, good luck.
Much as I hate the chore itself, after-hours at the local laundromat MORE than compensate for the inconvenience!! The owner is a Korean guy named Kim, a short, slim, but solid little fellow in his early 50s. His jet black hair is flecked with grey, and that, combined with his bifocals, gives him a very distinguished, scholarly look. Kim puts on the radio, and Korean music starts playing.
What I mean by trash bar hopping is that we had decided to hit as many gay bars off the main drag as we could before the night ended. The last stop of the night was a bar called the Trestle. If you had to categorize me I would be a twink. Hot, young, slim, and well endowed. I swiftly walked by this person and made my way around the bar and into a hallway.
Here, the famed evangelist Graham Atwood made his home. Atwood was a magnificent-looking man in his early 50s, well over six foot, a solid, broad-shouldered torso, a handsome, square-jawed face, and thick wavy black hair flecked with silver.
For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
I was lucky they added the class to the schedule. It filled up the gap in my schedule. I cut class on the day I added it. I was not ready for it or what was in store for me. My first day in MATH 115 went by smoothly. We had a Graduate Assistant for a teacher. He had blonde hair and a nice ass.
We both thought nothing of walking around naked in the room, as there was no one around who would be offended. For me, I enjoy watching Jeff all naked, as he had a beautiful body, one that any man would love to have or just to love. Jeff was muscular in all the right places, with one of the most delicious looking butts one would ever love to get their hands on.
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