First time was while I was a paperboy. I was collecting and used to be kidded about my getting tips. I played along even though I wasn't sure what the joke was. The two guys were young, in college I think and always friendly. I used to love to go to their apartment to collect because they'd always be lifting weights or horsing around. Usually one if not both were partially dressed....shorts or jockeys and nothing else.
My cock always got hard. When those hot summer humid nights came I'd wear my gym shorts at night and during one July night knocked on their door to collect my bill. One was in a jockstrap and the other was in a pair of jockeys. Both were glowing with sweat..they were wrestling or something. They wrote a check and seemed genuinly embarassed because they didn't have cash for a tip. The usual jokes soon resulted and one of them kept looking at my crotch..my cock was hardening as usual..and in my short that was clearly visable. One of them told me to finish my rounds and then come back later..not matter how late. He patted my butt as I left which made my dick hard.
I heard them laughing and saying something about making me feel good, and taking care of my "problem" later. The door wasn't closed as they said all this so I assumed they wanted me to hear it. I finished my rounds and made it home...after saying goodnight to the folks, I remembered the guys and snuck back out. They were still awake when I knocked..I apologized for being so late. They offered me a beer. One kept lifting weights and soon had me trying it. As I moved to the bench the other guy pulled my tee shirt off saying I didn't want to get it all sweaty. I lay on the bench and learned about bench presses trying not to look up at the crotch of the guy standing at my head, spotting me.
The other one held my thighs down..saying it would be good for me. I lifted a few times...loving the feeling the weight gave my bare chest. The one spotting me took the weight and put it one th floor. The other one had moved his hands up into my shorts and found my teenage cock and balls. I gasped at his touch. The one at my head took off his shorts and the sight of his dick made me want him..though I didn't know what that meant. By morning I did. Cock had been in my butt, throat..and my dick had been in both of their throats and assholes. I slept between the two of them..and stood in the shower while they soaped me up..and one sucked me while the other fucked me there. I got back home and told my folks I had slipped outside for some exercise..which wasn't exactly a lie. After that, I always had fun delivering their paper and collecting. I was their paperboy..and pretty much knew they controlled me. If they had a guest over, I was given to the guest to please them which I didn't mind at all. My acne cleared up..my chest grew from the continued weight training. When they moved away, I cried. But I grew too and soon serviced others on my paper route and elsewhere.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
This is a telling of my first time and I hope it is liked. It could be called First time with Cousin Joe or just Cousin Joe. I'll always remember my first time as it was special for me as I hope it is to every guy. I was fifteen that winter when once again, we headed towards my grandparents farm for Christmas.
My first week becomes a blur of wailing sirens, speeding squad cars and cold revolvers coupled with the realization that my youthful good looks and trim, uniform-clad body had drawn the attention of the others officers. But, I fail to realize exactly what it is my ruggedly handsome partner has in mind when he clasps my strong thigh in a comradely way.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
It's hot, it's steamy, and above all it's sexy. The barman is hassled though, too many customers and the bar is too small. He should have had help tonight, but the other barman has called in sick again. There's not a lot he can say. It's to be expected. Some people think he's quite cute, fuckable. But he's not interested in picking-up tonight. He's got a sore arse from last night. He told me.
We had dined together periodicly, but they had always kept their sex life a private matter they never discussed with me. It was clear that they were gay and I knew they had been living together for at least six years. To be honest, I had never had sex with two others simultaneously.
Raoul was a big one in my life. He called himself Gary instead of Raoul. He was embarrassed about his ancestry, half Mexican half American. I always thought it was a shame. I used to tease him by calling him Raoul instead of Gary, not to be mean really, to show him how silly he was. He had a very round face.
That tied it one-one. Rob knew the strategy for the time remaining. Be passive and unmovable until Brown became frustrated and began to be foolish, and then reverse him to win the match. Brown wrapped his right arm around his waist and flattened his hand on Rob's stomach. Quickness.
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.
There was a one other time I played with Skylar, the young guy who was on his way over to my loft. It was a couple of months earlier, and he had joined another friend of mine and me in a hot three-way. The two young guys were both bottoms and I took turns pounding both of them safely. But that's not the story I'm telling today. This is a true story about a one-on-one session I had with Skye.
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.
He's tall and thin, and very hairy, at least from what i could see of his arms and legs and what peeks out over his tee shirt collar. I met Santiago at a night class I was taking, and we became study partners. I loved being near him and sometimes I could look up his short sleeves and see his hairy armpits. He had a musky sensual scent that was arousing.
Well on evening my friend and his honey came over to the house with a sex game played on a board. If you did the wrong thing you had to pick a card and do what it said, the cards were in two piles one male one female. One evening the ladies were out for a birthday party and he showed up ready to play, just the two of us.
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.
So much has changed since then. I was in Los Angeles for a conference and a speaking engagement and I had just arrived at the hotel from the airport. My business commonly finds me in different locations throughout the week, and this week was no exception. I carried my luggage to the front desk and proceeded to check-in.
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