I woke up that morning tired and hungry. It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. My half-deaf room mate wouldn't wake up if God himself came down and ordered her to do so. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
The elevator was out of order and I had to take the stairs out of my apartment building. I took the stairwell and by third floor I smelled something odd. I noticed a wrapper for trojan condoms and the place smelled like sex. I was turned on by the smell of 'sex' that some men create when they sweat and 'work out' during sex. I exited onto the main lobby with a mild erection that only went away when I imagined the morbidly obese lady, next door, dancing naked on six-inch stilettos!
Fast forward to the library. It is a rather large structure reminsicent of 1960s Brutalist architecture. The bare concrete walls that run all through the 11 maze-like floors give it a rather cold and gloomy reflection. I worked my way through the floors and students. I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the shelves several stacks away. He was brown, Indian I think, to be exact.
He was about 5'9", lean, primly dressed, with spiky hair that shined at different angles. His skin was tanned with a smooth face. His nose was long and smooth and he had a sparkle of lust and mischief in his eyes as he carefully stole glances at my way.
About myself. I am 5'6", Indian, skinny with broad shoulders and a well-endowed ass. I find myself attractive and so do a lot of guys apparently.
I was momentarily distracted when I ran across the book I was looking for half an hour. I looked back and he was gone. I turned around, groaned slightly, and walked towards a study table. The smell from that morning kept looming back in my head. In this quiet space with very few individuals making the effort to come to the library this early in the day, I was alone and horny. I decided to go to the washroom and take care of my business.
I walked into a men's washroom neatly tucked away in a corner on the 7th floor. You would have to look twice to notice that this washroom even existed. I had often come here to jerk off and had blown two guys in one of the stalls in the past. I walked in and noticed that one of the lights didn't work. I walked towards the stall in the end and said to myself "my god, i could get raped in here and no body would hear a thing".
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.
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.
I did end up playing for a minor league team last spring and have been having the time of my life, both on and off the field. Once you've heard my story, you'll see what I mean. Shortly after arriving at spring training, I found myself befriended by two of the older players. We hit the showers.
Anderson when he came into our store to purchase a suit--he's the vice-president of the big national bank down the street from where I work. When he first walked into the men's department, I couldn't help but whistle to myself as I appraised the man: about 6'4" & 260 pounds of hot man meat! He had thinning blond hair that was graying at the temples & gorgeous steel-grey eyes.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
I grabbed a beach towel and took off in my car. When I got there, I found his secluded little road and followed it to this huge sand dune near the ocean. No one was around but me, and I lay on my back and decided to take a nap. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew I was staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I looked up further and I was now looking at a young-looking dude.
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.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
Seems like I only slept one minute. I usually don't get up until about 4:50am. The office where I work is 30 minutes away and it usually takes me about 30 minutes to get ready. But I needed to stop by Kroger and get some cigarettes this morning, so I woke up early. As I was leaving the house, it was still dark outside. I saw this hunk of a guy walking down the road. I mean this was a hunk.
5 inch uncut black cock until my face was covered with come. I had never anticipated doing something like this,but was incredibly turned on by the sight of such a huge cock and felt I would probably never get the chance again. I enjoyed that first time and decide I wanted more. 5 inch cock.
He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. However his most striking feature was his big and thick dick. His name was Abdullah and he was a poor Indian construction laborer who sweated all day in the hot sun to earn just enough to cover his own bare necessities.
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
I went in and removed my jacket while I placed my bag on the ground. I stood against the wall and whipped out my cock. I was semi-hard and started to rub my cock when I heard the some noises outside.
"...yea, don't worry I'll watch your back", said one voice
A chill ran through my body. I don't know why. Perhaps I anticipated something on some level.
I put the thought out of my mind. I spat on my hand to lube up my dick and kept rubbing it till I felt good!
I heard the door creak open quietly. My heart skipped a beat. I'd have to be quiet or else I'd be caught. The atmosphere was silent. My heart beating faster. I adjusted the way I stood so if someone checked from outside it would seem I sat down rather than had my back against the wall. I had to make sure my feet were vertically facing the front door and not horizontally facing the other stall.
I heard the door next to me open and this guy clicked it shut. I bent down to see who it was but could only see black reeboks with baggy jeans slowly coming down. I could smell the musk of this fucker and he smelled good. I stood there. Watching the other stall with my cock slowly becoming limp in my hand. Then it came. The foot slided to my side of the stall to indicate if I was interested. I had known this from the past. When guys in stalls wanna have sex they make subtle signals and shoving your foot in another man's stall is definitely one of the most obvious ones.
My heart pounded hard. I gently touched his foot with mine. The guy said, "Yo B, you ready to go downlow?" I forced myself to murmur "yeah". I had lost my voice. He sounded very masculine and rugged. His deep, low voice sent a chill through my body again. I heard some ruffling next door and realized that he was buttoning up. Next second, I heard a gentle tap on my door. I slowly opened it to make sure this was all legit. I was glad that the stall was dark or the guy would have seen my flushed face. This was that same brown guy from before who was staring me down.
He didn't waste any time making small talk. He came in, shut the door, and pushed me onto my knees. He quickly pulled his cock out. My God, he was hard. His dick was 7" with a nice girth.
"Suck on this, bitch", he said, as he forced it down my throat. "I am not your fucking bitch", I retorted and he slapped my face. As he shoved it down deeper and deeper, I could smell his cock and balls with the musky smell they carry and he said, "you are going to be my bitch for the next 10 minutes pussy boy so shut the fuck up and suck it"
I started sucking on it. He pulled my hair and pushed it back on his cock and made me gag several times. His lips left a moan of pleasure everytime he made me gag on his cock. He would occassionaly slap me on my face and make me gag faster. "yea, ohh yeaaa...suck on it bitch..just like that..you like it pussy boy...oh yea bitch just like that...mmmm....ohhhh yeaa"
I was completely horny by that time and slowly , and somehow automatically, started jerking myself off. I had butterflies in my stomach from all this rough action. He didn't let mee speak but the act itself drove me wild and horny.
"ahh yea....c'monnn...suck on it fag...suck it..ok get up", I knew where this was going. He began to finger ass as soon as he turned me around.
He bent me over the toilet and began to finger me even harder using several fingers at the same time. "I am gonna fuck you bitch and you are gonna love it. fucking fag loves big cocks doesn't he" he said, as he slapped my ass. He kept slapping my ass and I could feel pain and pleasure at the same time.
He finally pushed his head up my ass. "Ohhhh yeaaa.....oh god you are nice and tight boy...fucckk". I pushed him out, "use a condom" but he slapped me across my face, bent me over and pushed even harder. "oooowww, ohhh fuckkkkk" i moaned. He was hard but his cock became even harder as he rammed it down my ass. "please, please stop...this hurts...oh please ....oh man".
"fuck you bitch, take it..take it harder" his dick was in me and it hurt like a bitch.
There was a sudden tap on the main door and within the next five seconds the door to the washroom opened again. We both stopped in our tracks. Frozen with our hearts pounding. It was some student taking a piss and whistling while doing so. It must have been 30 seconds but it felt like an eternity. I was bent over with this fucker grabbing my hands behind my back and his dick up my ass. He had hit the spot and I had to stifle my pangs of pleasure and that made the pleasure even harder to resist. The student finally left and this guy just started pounding me like a dog. "oh yea, take it..take it bitch, you like this cock, oh yea, c'mon,mmmm" he said as he kept pounding my ass for 5 minutes. i was just trying to stifle my moans but he was really good. And then, I could feel his cock growing larger in my ass. He was thrusting up my ass even faster and faster and then, "OHH YEAAAAAAAAA", he screamed quietly as he thrust even harder. He quickly pulled his dick out, turned me around, and came all over my face. I was pissed off about the cum on my face and tried to turn away but he grabbed my face and pushed his dick down my throat and gave a second load of cum which felt hot and salty.
He slapped his dick across my face to get the rest of the cum out as he said "you like that bitch boy...yea take it bitch" he said as he slapped me across the face several times.
"now suck it clean...c'mon suck it" and he made me clean out the rest of his cock. After that he quickly cleaned up and walked out of the stall and exited the washroom. I could hear him snickering with his friend outside who was probably on guard while this whole thing happened.
I still hadn't cum but the entire incidence left me so horny that I just stood against the wall and started jerking off. I had never been more turned on in my life and I could still feel him up my ass. I jerked off faster and faster and came all over the washroom stall.
I quickly cleaned myself up and exited the washroom stall. I washed my face and made sure I looked ok and left the stall.
It was one of the best fucks I have had as a university student and I still frequent that washroom to hope that I run into him again.
I joined the Marine Corps at the end of my junior year. Delayed entry program. I'd had plenty of time to think about it and as the time drew near, I desperately wanted to get out of it. But the alternative was to stay in my home town. I chose to go to boot camp. It was my worst nightmare come to life. Up until then, I'd lived a life of relative ease.
And I decided I needed sex more often, so I decided to find someone I could trust and pay for it. Sex is sex, love is love. I decided a few years ago to go for it and get as much sex, as safely as possible, as I could. And I'd pay for it because I was tired of the bathhouse and bar pick-up scene.
He had only recently finished vet school and had moved to Montana to take over the practice of a retiring veterinarian, old Doc Johnson. Although Mitch was trained in large animal and livestock medicine, the whole idea of having a practice of his own in a whole new place was pretty overwhelming at first....
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.
In front of him was a spacious couch. Dax took a seat and waited for the Father to arrive for their scheduled appointment. He wondered to himself why he was nervous about what was about to happen. His male friends, whom he had grown up with and attended St. Yes, there were those mornings where he awoke to cum stained underwear, but that was different. He needed something different.
However, a couple of years ago I came across a website that lists massage therapists all over the world, by type of massage they offer and city, and in my mind, figured that having a sensual massage would be a way of having some male contact, without "going out and having sex". Splitting hairs, I know - but that's a whole other story, and not for discussion here.
There were always people in the apartment. My roommate, Andy, had a lot of friends. Two of them were David & Mike. David was about 6'2, slim and well toned. Mike was about 5'6 and nicely built. One day I was hanging out in Andy's room playing Playstation when the three of them came home. "Aw man, I wish Cass was here, I'm so fuckin horny. I gotta get my rocks off. " They all looked at me.
There's also a lot of Coreys, Chads, Brads, and Shanes. Mostly they are rich, hot, cocky little bastards--just my style. One Mike was a notorious partier. He was always at the bar, and pretty much everyone on campus knew him. He never could control his partying. I always figured the coke kept the fat off.
I took a gander at the pictures of rent boys to see if there was a guy I felt I could be with. Jason was so much like Kev, you could almost say he was a double. On meeting Jason at a destined place he was curious to know how I found him, when I said he was furious because he had given up being a rent boy a year back.
The exterminator came and tented my house and said I had to go somewhere for three days. He said I should go with just the clothes I was wearing, so I went to my neighbor and told him to keep his cat away because the gas would kill his cat. He asked where I was going to stay and I said I was going to a motel nearby. He suggested I stay with him. I thanked him but I didn't even really know him.
He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. He was talk, dark and handsome. However his most striking feature was his big and thick cock. He was a poor Indian construction worker, who sweated all day in the hot sun to earn just enough to cover his own bare necessities. At 22 years old, Abdullah had already had sex with lots of men.
It had been three days ago that he asked me to accompany him to "an event" at Club Rub, but mentioned nothing about what the event was. Any kind of sexual experience with Duncan was for me sufficient motivation to go long with him on this. I was right, but in ways I could not then have imagined.
I had begged and pleaded with the residence life staff for a single room, but the dorms were already overcrowded, and they denied my plea. The previous year's roommates had been horrible. They were mean, messy, miserable, and did nothing but make my "home life" a living hell. My new roommate didn't move in until the third week of classes.
He was the son of a small town preacher somewhere in Culpeper county, Va. He was about 5'9" tall, 175lbs, hard pecs, chiseled abs, and a dick that looked like it was made from a mold. A very large mold. When fully hard he measured 11.5"! He had red hair, and green eyes and a bubbled ass to die for. He like most jocks had his share of pussy, usually bringing a different girl home each night.
You remember his show: he played a teenager, going first through middle school and then high school, never attending class but always dating and going to dances. Everyone knows that. What you probably don't know is that he is an asshole, that he lives in my freshman dorm, and that I'm a bondage freak with a taste for revenge. I won't get into everything the little shit did.
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