After high school, I attended a military academy. 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. That is, of course, if this were a true story, which it is not! But I digress.
Alright, here's the real scoop. I'm 5'10". I weigh 190-195#. I'm not over weight, but I can never quite get rid of some baby fat that hangs out in my gut and my chest. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I've had many people tell me I look like a young Tom Cruise. As far as my equipment goes, well - I'm no porn star. Soft, the little guy is maybe an inch or two. And don't even bother trying to look for it if I've been out running on a cold day. Hard, I manage 6", maybe 6.5" I have had some guys tell me that my balls are nice, though - they do tend to be hangers.
Experience wise, before I graduated High School, my experience had consisted of feeling up a couple of girls and one hand job that lasted all of about 10 seconds before I blew my wad and ended things cause I was embarrassed. Not sure if that makes me average or in the minority - but my guess is closer to average than not.
To begin, when I graduated from High School I was straight. Maybe not straight as an arrow, but I had no thoughts of wanting to get it on with guys. Well, I will admit, when I got a chance to look at porn, there was no internet yet but I had found my dad's hidden stash). I did realize I liked the pictures better when there was a boned guy in it. I also had this recurring dream where I hung out in a room with a bunch of naked male classmates. And the couple of wet dreams I had usually involved getting a blow job from another guy.
Yet, I wasn't gay! I went out with girls, and tried to get in their pants. But I will admit, I was more interested in getting a blow job, than sliding into her box. There was one time, I even had a girl ask if I wanted to go back to her room. She asked if I had protection - I did, but I said no, cause I hoped she'd offer to blow me instead.
Don't get me wrong - I was a typical horny teenager. I jacked off at least once a day. Typically it was the last thing I would do before I fell asleep. Get in bed. Pull the covers over me. Pull my underwear down. And begin my nocturnal exploration. I'd begin with a slow caress of little Petey's head, right along the crevice below my piss slit. Goose bumps would travel over my body.
I'm cut, but the doc left some skin, so next I would grab my dick with my fist and slowly move up and down along the shaft, letting the loose skin rub over Petey's crown. With my other hand, I would grab my nuts and give them a nice message. If I was sweaty down there, I'd drag my finger through the stank and bring it up to my nose. Man, I love that smell.
It wouldn't be long before I'd start leaking. That's when the real joy started. My cock would get slick with pre-cum. I'd use my thumb to massage the fluid into my rigid head. Looking back, I'm not sure when I started this next part, but somewhere along the way I even ventured into tasting that salty snack. Pre-cum. It would make me yearn to taste the full nectar.
OK, so maybe I should have realized that I had an interest in my own gender, but I was a teenager - being gay was not cool - especially when and where I was in high school.
I would stroke slowly until I could not help but speed up. Faster, Faster, FASTER! Until...Until...Almost...ALMOST...YES...YES...THERE IT IS - that moment we all know oh so well, RELEASE! Rope after rope of teen spunk would spurt onto my stomach.
Now once again, despite what we all see in the porn videos, I did not drape my finger through my goo and taste it. Although only seconds earlier I was hungering for it, the moment I blew my desire not only left me, but usually turned to revulsion-not over wanking, I had no shame in that-only about putting semen in my mouth.
I often tried variations of masturbation. I humped towels (even stuffed animals a couple of times - not cause I'm by any means into animals, but because they are soft and furry and felt good against my cock). I got a rubber from a gas station bathroom once to see what it felt like to put it on. I liked jacking off in new and unusual places - once I rubbed one off in the woods, once in the ocean while I was on vacation in Florida.
The owners are very cool about not harrassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each other's cock, etc. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not.
I have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way. The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year.
Since I was fourteen I had question my sexuality as I would get a hard-on when I skinney-dipped with my friends. When I was in high school, I befriended a guy who was in soccer with me who was openly gay. One day he showed me what gay men do.
Together we discovered masturbation; experimented with each other's growing cocks and looked at each other's body for hair that was supposed to grow. We were typical boys with a quest for manhood. In Junior High we joined a youth hockey league. By now our experimentation had ceased, but I couldn't take my eyes of his developing body.
Andrew, the coach had asked for a permit to go on a trip for a hole month. I was really going to miss him because he was a good coach, I never had problems with him and he helped me to train my body and maintain my muscular figure. But, I couldn't refuse to let him go, anyway, it would only be for a month. He would soap his muscular body while we talked about women. That felt like heaven to me.
He had played the game since he was 6 years old. Now a junior in college, he was the best pitcher on his college baseball team. He was a very good looking guy by now. He stood 6 ft 3 inches tall and was about 210 pounds of solid muscle. He had a nice firm chest, and washboard abs. Baseball and school.
I couldn't and still can't really believe it happened. I live in an entirely Italian neighborhood, complete with your big-shot teen street gangs. Everybody is real cool though, and no-one really messes in anyone else's business. There's just something about a smooth Italian chest that really turns me on.
I had never really been interested in guys before and had quite a few different girlfriends at that age so I never was horny for long. I was always able to find a girl when I wanted one because I've always had a good sized cock and girls at that age are very curious. I immediately went back to sleep.
I'd worked for the Hatcher House for nearly ten years. In that decade of service, I'd witnessed many cases of child abuse, neglect, fights, and things that you wouldn't want to know about. Many of those teens were violent -- most of them just needed a role model, someone who cared. Maurice came from a slum area. Raised by only his mother, he was a gang member and a survivor. We didn't either.
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. The trainer agreed and they planned a workout schedule.
His sexy arms are like straight machine guns and can grab anyone and squeezing it to death! As his age might suggest, he is a student. Aiming to become a nurse in a local university. August, 19, a united state punk, come here for his university exchange year. He is also studying in the healthcare area, just like Dave.
If your life in any way looks like mine, you probably just wanna stay in bed and sleep until everything's a bit more interesting, until there'll be something you actually wanna wake up for. But yeah, it was 8 o'clock and I had to be in school at 9. So no choice to me! Oh yeah, let me introduce myself first, I'm Ryan, I'm 21 and in my first year of college.
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.
Older man enjoys younger neighbor. I am a 56 year old married white guy. I consider my self straight. My marriage was "OK" but the sex was non-existent not that it was ever good.
Some of my freinds got two rooms at a motel so we could party all night and not have to worry about driving home drunk. Well when we got there everybody crowded into just one of the rooms and the other room was used for any prom night love making. I got up to go to the bathroom but someone was in there.
I had drawn sentry duty again. My battalion was doing live fire training, but we were only in the field from Monday to Friday. Weekends were free, for some people anyway. Four of us were tagged to stand sentry on the ammo and the command post setup for the weekend, while everyone else went home. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Robbie and I was a 20 year old private in the infantry.
I had just turned eighteen. Young, naive, and always horny, that was me. I had sex with only one girl just before I joined the navy. It was good for me, but I don't think she enjoyed it much. I was too clumsy and thinking of my own pleasure. I was only 5'4" and had a slim build (120 lbs).
The plan was to go into the Army with class mate, Wayne, go to college and see parts of the world. After more thought and information, I called the closest reserve unit to hear what was available through them. Their programs were nearly the same as the regular Army and after training I could remain at home, work or attend school or both.
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