I met the two guys in a coffee shop near USC. They seemed like all american frat types and were very friendly. I asked them about the frat row, etc. They talked about the parties and so on. I got a tour through their frat house (I won't tell) and the place was mostly empty....it was late so I guess the guys were out or asleep. I did get to see one or two guys in their jockeys horsing around. They took me to the room they shared and we drank and talked for a long time. One of them stripped in front of me down to his jockstrap and just stayed that way. We smoked a little and I was getting really wasted.
Somehow the chat got into the gays in the area..and on campus. I must have said something to reveal my sexual status....the one who had not stripped was pulling my shirt off soon and I think I remember talking about it being so warm.
Fantasies got to be the subject and then we played a round of LIAR and I confessed I had fantasized about being abducted, gagged, tied and stripped. The guys kept asking me what after that..and I remember saying something like "whatever you two want".
I was grabbed...powerfully...yet playfully...so I wasn't scared. Of course I was stoned and a bit drunk.
The guy in the jock took it off and stuffed it into my mouth..which gave me one hell of a boner. I was held by the naked one while the other one stripped me naked..and then put me on one of the two beds..and tied me spread eagle. They kept talking about having all the guys come in that night and other stuff.
I watched as the naked one turned to his buddy and began to strip him..kissing and playing with him. I knew they had been fucking with each other now...and not just two horny drunk frat types about to fuck a kid they had just meet.
My pubic hair seemed to interest them..and soon it was in a plastic bag..and my body felt cool where they had shaved it off. My nuts were tied and stretched...clothes pins were used on my nipples....more then once I had screamed into the jockstrap that was my gag.
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.
"Arrrrgh, that hurts coach. it hurts!!!!. " But my moans only fueled Coach Johnson's determination as he worked the tennis racquet handle into my tight young ass. He knew these were not moans of pain. they were moans of pleasure, and he had been listening to them for nearly a month now. Oh how my life had changed in that month.
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.
My name is Zane I am a 26 yo well hung white male with lot's of dark silky body hair, full head of black hair ( when not shaved or clipped short), 6' tall, 175#, muscular and handsome 7 1/2 uncut. I love to play with hair, shaving, buzz cuts. He said a friend would be over for a flat top and some body trimming the next night. I stripped and took John's place in the chair.
It left thousands of people without power for several days and some for several weeks. This story is about me and a friend and how the icestorm would turn us from 2 straight friends into gay lovers. It was late january. It had been snowing and raining all day. Seth and I were at my apartment working on a paper for a food class. We did have the radio on for background noise. It was late.
Normally, I would have been relaxed and spent after a month in the city of Miami, but this time I had spent the entire time with family. That meant no chance of any time on my own. What a drag! Well, I'd gotten home to my apartment late on a Thursday night and fell right into bed. The next morning, I woke with a raging hardon and full balls that were begging for release.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
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.
Having turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I met one of my favorite Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans. The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter.
My legs were tied above my head and my ass became their plaything. I was surprised they had some didos...which they put rubbers on and then used to pry open my very tight butt.
I was fucked by the one who had stripped earlier. He pulled out and pulled his rubber off in time for his cum to shoot all over me. He ordered his buddy to lick it off me. And he did..biting my nipples and dick as he did it.
It was his turn and he decided to turn me over...and retie me in that position...with my butt propped up on some pillows. He fucked me real slow which took me over the edge and I felt my dick explode under me. They played with me for awhile..then slapped my butt a few times. Then they blindfolded me..and I heard their plan. The lights were turned off and they left the room.
I slept for awhile until I felt hands on me..and then the cock inside me.
Whoever it was fucked me hard...and slapped my butt repeatedly. I couldn't move...just lay there getting fucked a third time. By morning, I had been fucked three more times....and twice was fucked in the mouth.
I awoke still tied..but not blindfolded. The two guys were in the bed across from me. They untied me..without a word...not knowing what I'd say. I reached for one of their dicks and sucked and sucked. They relaxed seeing I was into everything that had happened and I was soon sucking one while the other fucked me again.
They took me to a late breakfast..and some of their buddies came by the booth to say hi and meet me. One or two made a remark that told me they had seen me during the night.
When I got into my car, the two jocks gave me their phone number and a folded up paper. I opened it up when I got home. "BOY INSIDE WANTS WHATEVER YOU NEED" it read. The holes where the thumbtacks had fastened the note to the door told me I had more then one fantasy fulfilled that night. And the phone number told me, I could have more. And thank god the school year isn't over yet.
The brunette in the passenger seat unbuckled his seat-belt as the car came to a stop, and turned to the driver. With his hand placed lightly on the blonde's upper thigh, he whispered, "You're not going to just drop me off and run. Are you?" and winked. The driver smiled, and placed the car into park and removed the keys. "Come over here baby. The blond walked over to the brunette.
Panting heavily he ran up the stairs to the upper deck. The bus was nearly empty, it was still early and few people had to work on a Saturday. He slumped into the backseat. His t-shirt clung tightly to his heaving chest and he could feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck. He caught glimse of himself reflected in the window.
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.
Over the weekend I had attended a conference and so I didn't get to jack off as much as I normally do; so, imagine how much pent up "energy" I had. When I got home I stripped my clothes off and pop in a skin flick for extra satisfaction. My cock felt hot to the touch and so soft and sensitive.
With his pale skin and black kinky hair he told me he shaved almost every afternoon or whenever he was going to see me. His satiny skin and scrawny body made him my favorite physical type. When I saw him last week I'd told him that he wasn't to shave anything except his face until he next saw me. Normally very submissive he objected saying the regrowing hair would itch and drive him mad.
Don't get me wrong, the weathers not always like this in the UK, just when we get rain we seem to get lots of it. I decided to stay in and get some work done on the computer and had spent most of the day working on digital photos in PhotoShop or writing stories. At six p. m. I put a meal in the microwave and heated it, then went into the lounge to eat and watch the local news and weather.
We collided in the middle of Harrods store in London on a very busy Saturday. Poor guy he really stumbled and went sprawling across the floor. His legs were spread wide to reveal that tight ass, which I have become accustomed to seeing now. I was pulling him back up, he looked very embarrassed and very, very cross.
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.
The sky now looked ablaze as Tom stared out into space with a tear in his eye. He put another log on the fire and turned it into a roaring blaze of a fire. The dessert was the only place he could go to help forget, and to keep his mind on his problems. He tried so hard to fit in with the rest, but never could. He stood as the fire like sky became a light shade of reddish grey.
We both thought nothing of walking around naked in the room, as there was no one around who would be offended. For me, I enjoy watching Jeff all naked, as he had a beautiful body, one that any man would love to have or just to love. Jeff was muscular in all the right places, with one of the most delicious looking butts one would ever love to get their hands on.
I was staying at school to get in some studying, and my best friend Phil had two days left before his flight. It wasn't really an accident. We were looking forward to a little peace and quiet, so we could get LOUD and PARTY without interruption! We stayed up pretty late, that night. Did a little drinking and a lot of smoking, played cards and talked up a storm.
Nate is a new player in his College Football team, and he's having trouble coming to terms with how he measures up to the other guys. Lucky for him, the Assistant Coach knows exactly what he needs to do.
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