Brian is one of those guys everyone wants to be like. 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. For example, he dresses really awesome. Usually a polo shirt with either super baggy or super tight jeans...nothing unusual but definitely his look.
The other day the phone rang and Brian invited me to go goof off at the park near our school. I of course jumped at the chance...I had on a t-shirt and duck head shorts so I slipped on my Tevas and headed out the door.
Dorm security is tight at our school so Brian had told me he would meet me downstairs in front of MacGregor Hall. Did I have something to feast my eyes on or what? Brian showed up looking particularly awesome...tight light blue Levi's rolled up several times and brown docksiders without socks. His jeans came about an inch above his ankles...just enough to expose the beginning of the hairy texture of his legs. I had to take a double-take with his shirt because he had on a Dallas Cowboys football jersey with no shirt underneath. I started to ask him about it but I decided against it. So what I said, maybe he's trying to keep cool.
We made it to the park and decided to check out the nature trail, since we had been near it for two years without actually visiting it. As we were walking along, Brian grabbed the base of his jersey and peeled it off. "It's pretty warm out here" he noted. I agreed but I was more concerned with the new sight available. Brian had muscular arms and a patch of hair on his built chest which changed into a treasure trail down his washboard abs and disappeared inside his jeans. "Let's take a break" he said, after we were a good half mile into the woods, so he sat down on one of the benches near the path.
"And take your shirt off" he added, "You look like you're about to have a heat stroke." I threw off my t-shirt and tucked the corner of it into my shorts so I could keep up with it. As I sat down beside him, Brian quickly got up and walked around behind me. The next thing I knew, I was getting an awesome shoulder massage...something not in his character at all. "That feels great" I told him, "Don't stop." "Just don't tell anybody, OK?" he said," A guy can't even touch another guy these days without everyone thinking he's queer." I didn't argue...I just enjoyed the massage as I wondered what was going to happen next.
"Are you going out with anyone now?" I asked Brian. "Well," he said, "I was seeing Beth but she dissed me for Chris remember?" "Yeah, " I responded, "I just didn't know if you were seeing anyone else." "No," he said, "I'm not going to worry about it. When the time is right, it'll happen." "A great looking guy like you should have the women falling all over him." I said. "I could say the same thing about you," he commented as he lightly ran his fingers down my back.
Soon he walked around in front of me. "I have to tell you something," he confessed, "I invited you out here to talk about something." "Oh?" I replied, "Like what?" "Have you ever been attracted to other guys?" he asked. "Why would you ask a question like that?" I said. "Just curious," he said, "Have you?" I didn't know what to say...I knew the truth but I was afraid to say. "Never mind, " he said, "I think I know the answer." With that he placed one hand on the side of my face and touched his lips to mine. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as our tongues began exploring the insides of each others mouths. This was a dream come true.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. and so boyish in his hair. I loved jacking infront of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all. I asked if he wanted to see my ass. He nodded yes. I dropped my pants and stood jacking with my ass facing him. I hope he looked at it good and got a hard of his own. He probably did.
He is Brazilian. He is about 5 11" 170 lbs, has light curly brown hair and a thin swimmers built. He is very educated and exteremely sexy. I am 5 10 165 lbs, brn/brown eyes Im Italian and we are both 24 years old. I am completely straight acting and am very closest. I think he is the same way. We started to go to lunch together , took a computer class together and started to hang out.
I had worked five shifts in three days and deserved a day to myself. I wanted to sleep in, but my paperboy, Ned, had different ideas. Ned was a cute 18 year old stud, muscular, a soccer player. This is the story about my adventures with him, the landscaper, college stud next door, some frat boys, random stranded motorist and the pizza boy. This was a very busy all-day sex marathon!
All this was be washed down with a bottle of claret. Once the table has been clear we relaxed in front of a log fire with a good quality brandy, after a few gentle kisses and cuddles our activities increasingly became more passionate and kisses lasted longer.
I dress you in a pair of jeans, your black boots, black underwear and white shirt. I wear something similar. Upon arrival, we strip and put our clothes in the locker. The club, as it turns out, is nothing more than a converted house. It is warm and slightly humid inside.
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
It's been a tradition with my parents for years now. I personally look forward to the holiday because it gives me a chance to sit back relax. Little did I know that I would get other relaxation this time around.
His two friends Willie and Harold were both eighteen too. They lay on a blanket in the park watching people walking by. "I sure would like some sex," Wayne said. "What's your sexual fantasy today?" Howard asked. Wayne thought a few moments before speaking. "I'd like getting a man around thirty, stripping him and giving him a complete work over."
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.
The heat was suffocating and he really hated working at the laundry, it seemed to attract every ugly red-neck in a two county radius. Luckily, there was the occasional cute college boy, from the apartments across the street. So far this afternoon thought it had been ugly and uglier. Plus he still had two hours left on his shift. As a matter-of -fact he was painfully shy.
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.
Here it was, Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, everybody else was packing up, heading home to a fantastic holiday, and he was stuck in Oxford, Mississippi, with nothing better to do than watch blurred cable television, and count the tiles in the ceiling of his dorm room.
I knocked on the door. Two men answer the door with smiles on their faces. They look me down once and then invite me in. They tell me to make myself comfortable in the bedroom. I proceed to lay sideways on the bed. One of them lays down in front of me and the other one lays down in back of me. Bobby is the one in front of me and the other one's name is Dan. It's sooo hard. It felt soooo good.
It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described.
Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess.
Our lips seemed to touch forever as our tongues kept exploring the insides of each other's mouths. We stopped and looked at each other. "I'm sorry," he said, "I don't know what I was thinking." "Don't apologize," I told him, "I liked it." "Really?" he asked in astonishment,"Then let's do more. I've never done this before." "Here?" I asked, "What if someone sees us?" "People hardly ever walk by here," Brian informed me, "Besides...it's like living on the edge." I had to admit, it was a major turn-on to even think about making love with him there. So I grabbed each of his biceps and started caressing them up and down.
I lightly ran my fingers over each nipple. I ran my fingers down the light dusting of hair until I reached the button of his tight Levi's. "May I?" I asked cautiously. "Go ahead," he encouraged me. I unbuttoned his jeans and carefully unzipped them. I slid them down his thighs about halfway and noticed his purple bikini briefs. "You never told me you wore this kind of underwear," I said. "You never asked," was his response. I pulled the jeans all the way down to his ankles and noticed how sexy his legs and ankles were as they ended at the docksider shoes. Sometimes I think Brian never wore socks so he could show off those gorgeous ankles. I slowly ran my fingers over his muscular hairy thighs before I brought them up to the waistband of the bikini briefs and began to peel them down.
I knelt on the ground as I ran my fingers up Brian's hairy legs and thighs. I slowly slipped the briefs down to his ankles as I gazed at his gorgeous 6" dick. That's all it took for me. "I've never given anyone a blowjob," I said. "So what?" he joked, "Neither have I." So I took his dick in my mouth little by little. I knew I wouldn't be into that deep throat sort of thing even before I did it and I was right. I sucked and sucked and he writhed in pleasure. I reached around behind him and I took one ass cheek in each hand as I sucked his dick. His ass was so muscular...it felt even better than it looked. Just as he was starting to really enjoy what I was doing to him, I stopped. " Save it," I said, "It'll make it more intense later."
So, I stood up and we kissed again. While we were enjoying each other's tongues, I felt his fingers unbuttoning my beige duckhead shorts. I glanced down momentarily and saw my shorts drop to my ankles. While kissing my neck, Brian began to remove my briefs. They also fell down around my ankles. I quickly stepped out of them and found myself standing in the forest area of a city park stark naked except for a pair of Teva's on my feet. Of course the fact that I was with a shirtless guy whose pants and bikini briefs were down around his ankles didn't help the appearance of the situation either. Brian slid out of his docksiders to expose his bare feet, then proceeded to take off his jeans and bikini one leg at a time. Soon we were both naked. "Lie down in the grass," he said.
I quickly consented and he followed suit by sitting on my chest facing away from me. He leaned over and started sucking my dick while all I could see were two muscular spheres of flesh that I wanted so bad I could taste. His ankles were at my sides so I began carressing them, enjoying the feel of the hair on his legs. I decided to go for it so I put my tongue between his cheeks and began to lick his crack. He paused from the blowjob long enough to moan, "Oh my god...where did you learn how to do that? It feels GREAT!" I didn't even answer but continued to enjoy probing his asshole with my tongue. I started to feel a tingling sensation so I told him to stop sucking.
"Why," he asked.
"Because," I said, "I want to fuck you up the ass."
He quickly got off me and knelt in the grass. "Have you ever done this before?" he questioned.
"No" I said, "But I've read about it. I know it's supposed to be great."
He fumbled in the pockets of the jeans until he found a tube of Vaseline and tossed it to me. "You always keep this with you?" I asked. "No," he replied, "But I was hoping I'd use it today if I brought it."
With that said, I rubbed some on my tool and also on my fingers and began to finger-fuck him. He moaned in pleasure until I decided he was lubed enough. "Are you ready," I asked? "Bring it on, " he assured me. So, I stuck my 6" tool up to his cheeks, grabbed them and pulled them apart. Muscle...pure muscle his ass was. I stuck it up to his rosebud and gradually began to enter. "Easy now," he said gently, "Not to fast." I went in as far as he could take, backed out, then went in further.
Finally my whole six inches was in his tight gorgeous ass. I started pumping and he started moaning. "How's it feel?" I asked. "Awesome, " he answered, "Harder, harder." I pumped him for all he was worth and while I was at it, kept my leverage by holding on to those beautiful muscular ass cheeks. All of a sudden it was more than I could take and I shot into the deepest parts of him. He shot, too, much to my surprise and we both collapsed into a pile and kissed. We cleaned up and put our clothes back on. Then we continued the hike...but I knew his turn to do me would come at some point down that path.
Well two week ago I went to the Compound to relieve a little tension. I was so fucking horny to find a hot ass to fuck and a cock to play with I'm surprised I didn't fuck the attendant. I checked into my room and started the search. In the video room they were showing a hot Australian cock movie.
To make a long story short I ended up getting fucked for the first time by seven guys: Jake, Mike, Josh, Matt, Ethan, Andrew, and Dan. Jake I guess you could say was the leader of the group. We were freshmen in college and the eight of us were suite mates. Four of us on one side; four on the other sharing a common room and a communal style bathroom.
His questionnaire said that he was in his late twenties, around six feet tall, and slender swimmers build with good definition. His cock size was not noted other than each person that was interested should come find out for themselves. He did mention that his dick was uncut, and hairy, but other than hair around his dick, he was smooth. We decided to meet at his place.
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
He was hired back in January, and he caught my eye, bundled up in a varsity letter jacket, shoveling snow from the walkways. When spring came, his attire changed to a orange v-neck baseball shirt and a red baseball cap, jeans and light brown Timberlands. Bryan was short, rather short, just 5'5", and that sizzled my desires. I'm a tall guy, 6'4", and I really dig short guys.
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.
When the airline announced that our flight would be delayed at least an hour, I heard his low voice. He was sitting across from the check-in desk, wearing a thin white tank top and thin, but body-hugging grey shorts. He looked like a college jock. The baseball cap pushed low on his head shielded much of his face. Once I noticed him, I couldn't stop looking at him.
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
He came to a bridge over the babbling brook. Underneath that bridge was a troll. When the troll heard the littlest billy goat's hooves clattering on the wooden bridge, he jumped out from under the bridge and stood in front of the little billy goat. "I'm going to eat you all up!"
In his hand he had my copy of Out, brown paper wrapped subscription, but the cover was exposed, revealing the issue's contents, and Brian impudently asked asked if I had more copies, as he found the sight of naked men enthralling: I have the entire collection in my closet.
As i was about to go to the mall, I saw them arrived and parked their car at the garage. I didn't mind them when suddenly two guys went out from the car. I've never seen them before. Maybe they are the relatives of the one who lived there. And so i watched them unload their things from the trunk. I was about to enter the car, when this guy approached me.
When I started my collection in high school a few years ago the predominate color was white and the material rough cotton, now there is such a variety of colors and materials. Variety has become the spice of life and I for one love it. I am currently a freshmen at State college.
My best friend Charlie (a girl) and I were planning on going out for a night on the town, stopping at a few of our favorite bars along the way. We donned our warmest coats, gloves, scarves and hats (very carefully to avoid mussing our hair) and left, locking the door behind us.
I met him through one of my internet buddies named Dave. Dave and I had only seen each other offline twice, but each time he kept asking me if I had ever talked with a guy under a particular screen name. Each time, I responded No. One day, I ran into Dave at the gas station and he took me over to his car. There sitting in the passenger seat was Jeff.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
I lived in the cheapest dorms, which didn't have air conditioning, and had bathrooms down the hall. Our rooms were small, and there was barely enough room for two students. Since I was a freshman, and didn't know anyone at the school, I was assigned a roommate. His name was Luis, and he was Hispanic. We got along OK, since he was a nerd like me, and mostly kept to himself.
At nineteen the five foot nine inch tall teen was starting his sophomore year. Garret played soccer and did some light weight lifting, giving him a lean, hard body. His brown hair was always kept short, and he usually spiked it, or just threw a hat on, sometimes both. He had no chest or back hair and the summer had given him a slight tan. Most girls found his soft brown eyes irresistible.
I knew my roommate was planning on getting drunk that night, though I didn't know he was bringing anyone home with him. I could make out three voices. I knew Chad's voice - loud and swaggering - but the other two I didn't recognize. I pulled on some clothes and went out into the living room area. One word went through my mind as I looked this guy up and down. Daddy!
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