Sure enough, when I steered the conversation round to sex (a ridiculously easy thing to do when you're both drunk) I found out that he had fooled around with guys at school, but had tried to put all that behind him when he got his first steady girlfriend. Straight boys are so sweet. But all the while he was telling me that he only got hard for girls, there was a hunger in his dilated eyes that was nothing to do with the champagne. He started punctuating sentences by touching my arm, and it wasn't long before I realised he would be only too glad to feed me his cock. The only question now was where. My flat was far too far away to be practical; I wanted him now.
Had To Have Him
Halloween Party
Marc was chosen -- which is one of the reasons I remember him -- and he seemed to be up to it. He laid down in the middle of the floor and propped a pillow under his head and another under his ass, so his crotch stuck up in the air. All the rest of us stood around him, and just seeing the guy laying there like that with all the other guys hard in the underwear was hot enough to get me up! He started rubbing himself through the boxers, then when it looked like it was getting tighter and tighter in there, he hauled out a really fine piece of meat and a good-sized set of balls. He squeezed some baby oil or something (I think it was called "Glide"), onto his dick and started putting on a real show!
Grounded
Maybe next year if he put on more weight. Gotta get on one of the teams-- wrestling, soccer, anything to bulk up so I can take the blow-hard out nice and clean; no wrestling on the kitchen floor with mama screaming to stop or anything; just one clean Mike Tyson knock-out punch.
Growing And Finding My Learning
To think now I did all that, placing mirrors in good view of what I was doing with my ass, spending ages just watching myself gradually sinking and taking out those things that went up my ass, seemed sheer heaven at the time, But it was all a secret, I felt it was just me who had these peculiar feelings and I would never divulge anything. I remember my grandmother saying once I was unnatural because I did not like going out or mixing with others which had a big effect on me, her remarks did not help one iota. But I thank the lord that when I started work as a gardeners boy all that would change, I would find my true leaning and realised what I had was a gift and should never be looked on as unnatural or odd, I was bi-sexual yes, but more leaning to taking guys of you know what I mean.
Guy On The Beach
We sat outside a small bar and enjoyed a tipple, the way he talked was getting me more and more exited, he had that certain delectable tone and of course our conversation covered our sexual history and our particular turn ons which were more or less compatible with mine, the big thing was he was a giver and I was thinking just how lucky was that when I had always been a taker, you know what I mean Huh? I had no qualms about sucking ass but fucking was out of my ability, and anyway I could never retain a hard-on - no I was much happier having a guy fuck me anyway. The way he was talking made me flush I knew it, and he noticed. "Perhaps we should now get back to my place to sort you out!" he chuckled.
The Guy With The Nikes
I turn my head to look. The door was partly open, and I could see a tall man standing at the toilet. He turned his head and looked at me. Caught, I turned my head forward. By now, my urine had stopped and my hard eight inch dick grazed the porcelin toilet. I couldn't help it. I looked again. He was still there, standing with his back to me. I decided to really check him out. As my eyes took him in, I noticed that his shorts were a little lower on his body. He must've felt me looking, because they slid even lower, revealing two tanned, hairy cheeks. No underwear. The shorts fell to the floor. This ass was probably the best ass I've ever seen. I'm a total ass man. I need a solid, thick, hairy ass. I was transfixed.
Grand Old Man
Then out of nowhere's the Weekly Californian, the university newspaper calls up, and tell me if our little troupe, the Laverne's Pizza and Shirley's Paper Gifts Repertory Players will come to Worthington Hall, and greet, the Grand Old Man.
Greyhound Men's Room Trick
"Great," I thought, "open crapping." The first several toilets were either missing seats or filthy beyond redemption. Finally, the second to last toilet was relatively clean, had a seat, and generally looked habitable. The only problem was, there was no partition between my crapper & the last one, so I was totally exposed to anyone who might come in. But at that point, I didn't care, because the call of nature was urgent. I dropped my pants, had a seat and was just beginning to feel relief from my bowels when I heard approaching footsteps. By the cadence of the footsteps I knew that this was not some old pervert coming in to cruise the place. The stranger was not heading toward the urinals, but toward me.
Giving Head Wholeheartedly
The space was kind of small. Well, some time before we got there, I was walking between them instead of behind them and I realized I was cornered between them with no place to go. I was a little nervous because I didn't know what was going to happen next when they both stopped and turned toward me. THe guy in front of me said "There was something else I wanted to ask in the bar, but I think it is better to ask back here", I said "ok" and never heard the man behind me unbuttoning his pants, but that's surely what he was doing. The man in front said "I wanted to find out if you know how to suck penis?" I wasn't that shocked when I heard that for some reason, but by that time, the man behind me put his arm on my arm to get my attention.
Glorious Moment
And my free hand was pumping my cock: I hadn't been this worked up in a long time and I wanted it to be perfect, to cum at exactly the moment when my anonymous black lover did. And then, almost without warning, my throat was bubbling over with warm creamy manseed, surge after surge pumping into me. There was too much for me to swallow and I felt trails of it oozing from my lips and down my chin. It was like the best gift I had ever received, and I gloried in it, loving the taste of him and the way my whole mouth and chin were bathed in his exquisite cum. I had shot my own load, letting it splash against the partition and on to the floor, but I was hardly aware of my orgasm, so intent was I on savoring every last drop of his beautiful semen.
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