Calvin and Timothy met in high school. Calvin was a new student, bussed in from another neighborhood. Timothy grew up in the spacious affluent suburbs, while Calvin grew up in the hot and horny crowded inner-city -- but they both quickly realized that they shared the same interests in video games, music videos and girls.
Timothy was amused by Calvin's low-sagging pants and the obvious bubble butt that the black boy was hiding underneath them. It didn't take long for Timothy to invite Calvin to come to his house one day afterschool. Timothy's mom and pop were out of town on business trips. He figured it would be a good time to have a friend over without the "downer" of having his mother and father constantly looking over his shoulder.
As they left the school and walked toward Timothy's house Calvin couldn't help but to be impressed by the large houses and spacious yards that lined the quiet suburban streets of new friend's neighborhood. Timothy led the way. Calvin followed him, walking slightly behind, his eyes resting on the smooth white skin and soft whiffs of blond hair on the back of the boy's neck.
When the two arrived at Timothy's home they went down to the game room in the basement. They did all the things that normal healthy teenagers do. They talked about sports and cute girls. They joked around, snuck a few beers and watched porn movies.
As the porn movies continued, the boys became drunker and drunker. They became more uninhibited about whipping out their cocks and jacking off in front of each other. Calvin had a thick fistful of black cock in his hand as he restlessly stroked his meat. Timothy did the same with his ample white cock.
Out of curiosity the boys' eyes drifted over to watch each other jerk-off. This only made them more aroused. "Wow," Timothy said, "I never really saw a black cock up close before. Most of the cocks I've seen were in the shower during gym class."
Calvin stared at Timothy's cock and his blond pubes. "Yeah, I never seen a white boy's cock before neither. It sure do look nice, though." Both boys kept jacking.
I had been there about a year and had about a year to go. My girlfriend and I were going through some hard times, she was back home in Missouri and was going through the whole separation anxiety thing, I guess. I was doing just fine. I'm a Sergeant in the Air Rescue unit so I'm stacked. I'm about 6 foot 3 inches, Wide shoulders and extremely toned. I had heard it was fucking hot.
I was being trained in the tech fields of printers and fax machines. I had not had an orgasm for several days, and the long drive to Albuquerque had me quite worked up. I was alone, in a large city, for the first time in years. My wife and kids were back at home, and I was horny and looking for something my wife (whom I love) can not give me. I needed hard cock!
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
I was scanning the faces of the kids in my class when my eyes fell upon a particular boy. His name was Varni Shah. He'd been in the class all year, but I'd never noticed him before. This was probably partly due to the fact that he was Indian (NOT Native American). However now (mid-April) I noticed that he was pretty good-looking and had a nice-looking body. But suddenly I really wanted this guy.
Something I just thought would never happen to me, and after 18 months, lo and behold, it happens. I was very fortunate after finishing at University and was able to walk straight into a job, while most of my friends were now bumming around and doing anything they could to keep going.
Now Joanne and I had been working together in Bingo for a few years now, we're the best of friends and nothing either of us does really offends the other. And it's not everyday she sees me riding the man tool of our latest recruit, and boy, what a ride. He was well into the 6-foot range.
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
Heres my fantasy. Im at the gym getting ready to hit the showers when all of a sudden a cavalry of black guys walk in and begin to tear off the clothes revealing their hot bodies and even hotter cocks. To them, Im an outsider, being white with a six inch cock instead of these huge man mountains, all of whom have massive throbbing black members. Another black man massages my cock underneath.
For example, I found it impossible to stand next to another man in a crowded urinal in case, well, in case. I guess it all stemmed from my mother's warnings about men who were "dirty", as she called them, men who would do bad things to boys if they could. So, I always assumed the worst, even when I was grown to manhood myself.
I had never had a desire to go in there, but today was different. I had taken a shower after practice at school and the guy next to me had the biggest hard on i had seen. I was thinking about going home to jack off. My dick got instantly hard, a whopper if i do say so myself.
It had never extended to anything physical before, almost as if we weren't ready for anything like that, but now, resting on the deep piled carpet in front of a roaring log fire, in David's luxury apartment, something more was happening and we were both entering into a new and exiting phase of our relationship. "Never, in fact I have never had anything with another guy," I replied.
We met at a friends apartment, put down a plastic tarp and went over the rules. It would be an erotic oil first-to-cum-loses wrestling match, we would use any means to force the other man to shoot first. I chose a white thong to wear which barely contained my swelling 8" cut cock.
I really didn't think anybody would answer it, 'cause I didn't think anybody was as crazy and kinky as I am, at least not around THIS little town. New York City, MAYBE, but not here. So here I am, on my way to meet this guy, out on the highway, at the convenience store. How convenient.
I was horny as hell, but a trip to the back room wasn't even worth the effort it took to get past the groping hands. What Frankfurt lacked in European beauty, it made up for in good gay bars - with lots of US Military attendance. The Army crowd often took notice of my tall, muscled, frame. They must have come into the bar while I was in back. John was up for another beer and I ordered him one.
Fredro watched Sticky suck another tight breath of weed, blowing out a lazy breath. The smoke drifted, adding to the heavy stink of the cramped lounge. It was dim, lit only by the glow of the tv, the low light of a short lamp. The dimness, the heavy smell, and closeness of the lounge was comfortable. We started playing a game of Truth or Dare.
Kriss feels pretty bold that we will make the red lights. He dares me that I will owe him 100 bucks if we have to stop at the next intersections. He then ups his bet to me owing him a hot night. Hope I lose!
At that time I knew I was gay, I used to LOVE to jack my seven inch cock off to gay porn all of the time. I would sit in my quiet room for hours a day and into the wee hours of the morning watching cute twinks or older men have passionate fucking and sucking sessions. My hand would vigorously work my long member, until I came all over my "built" upper body.
Calvin started breathing hard and twisting in his chair, obviously building toward a climax. Timothy looked over at the boy and said. "I got a good idea. Why don't you reach over here and stroke my cock for awhile."
Calvin seemed a little hesitant at first. "I aint never touched nobody else's cock before," he said.
Timothy reassured him, "That's okay. This will be your first time. Why don't you reach on over here and stroke it for me so you can see what it's like. I'll do it for you. You look like you're about to shoot your load and I need you to get me off so I can shoot with you."
Calvin didn't want to be impolite toward his host. Slowly and awkwardly he reached across the arm rests on the chairs and started stroking Timothy's cock. Timothy frowned, "No, no -- that won't work. You have to come over here and get down in front of me if you're going to do it right."
Calvin looked embarrassed and confused, but he slid down on his knees in front of the white boy and started jerking him off. Calvin's brown hand slid up and down the hard white pole between Timothy's thighs. Timothy leaned back in his chair and sighed, "Yeah, that's it. Stroke that cock."
Calvin was memorized by the soft golden hair on Timothy's legs and thighs. He watched as the boy's throbbing red cock leaked pre-cum on his firm brown hand. He breathed in the smell of Timothy's blond pubic hair and it made his own cock stiffen. He dropped his other hand to his crotch and slowly stroked himself as he took care of the white boy's meat with his other hand.
Calvin stroked faster and faster as Timothy moaned, "Mmmm, yeah. Stroke that big white cock." Calvin felt Timothy's teenage fuck meat twitch in his hand. It erupted with a flow of creamy white cum that shot up and the air and landed all over Calvin's arm and hand.
Timothy breathed heavily, "Oh yeah, nigga. That felt so damn good." He patted Calvin's nappy hair, "You did a good job, homie." Timothy's cock began to shrink in Calvin's hand. A thick stream of cum oozed over the black boy's wrist.
Timothy looked down at Calvin. "Clean me up, homie. Wrap your lips around my cock so I won't feel sticky and nasty."
Calvin, hesitated again, but he didn't want to offend his host. He self-consciously leaned forward to wrap his mouth around the white boy's cock. Timothy grabbed the back of the black boy's head and pressed his face down into his pubes so that Calvin's mouth had to take all of his fuck meat. His lips were practically kissing the white boy's balls. Timothy humped his groin up against the black boy's face.
He began to hump his limp cock inside the boy's mouth. It didn't take long for Timothy's cock to stir back to life. It grew harder and harder as Calvin swallowed the white boy's spent cum and struggled to keep all of Timothy's rapidly swelling fuck meat inside of his mouth.
"Yeah, suck on that cock, nigga," Timothy hissed. "Suck that big white cock."
Calvin sucked on Timothy's cock, aroused by the smell of the white boy's crotch, the sound of his voice, and the taste of his spent cum. Timothy pulled his cock out of Calvin's mouth and rubbed it all over the black boy's face, slapping his cheeks and lips with it. Timothy chuckled as his cock slime traced over Calvin's face.
Then Timothy positioned his newly hardened cock back in front of Calvin's mouth. "Open those thick nigga lips and blow me," he said.
Calvin wrapped his lips back around the white boy's cock and sucked it like it was a Jolly Rancher. Timothy continued humping against the black boy's face.
Calvin tasted the silky smoothness of Timothy's cock. He inhaled the musky odor of the boy's manhood and his pubes. He grabbed Timothy's legs, feeling the soft blond hair on the boy's knees and calves, as he bobbed his head up and down on Timothy's white manhood. He rested his face between the boy's thighs and felt Timothy's cock plunged in and out of his mouth.
"Suck that dick, boy. Oh yeah, you suck good with those nigga lips."
Calvin made loud slurping sounds as he give Timothy complete satisfaction. Timothy's cock twitched in the black boy's mouth and Calvin tasted yet another thick, hot load of the white boy's cum. He gulped it down, allowing some of it to coat his lips -- making them shine.
Calvin felt himself growing limp at the white boy's feet. Timothy grabbed his head and directed it toward his hairy blond testicles, instructing the black boy to "Lick it." Calvin lapped up the white boy's testicles making Timothy moan. Calvin's thick moist tongue lapped up and down the white boy's hairy balls. Timothy's body grew more and more stiff and restless. His throbbing white cock was more and more aroused. Finally Timothy let out a groan and allowed yet another load of cum shoot from his cock. It landed on the black boy's head.
Timothy stood up and noticed that Calvin was still stroking his own dark cock meat. "Hmm, you haven't shot your load yet?"
Calvin shyly nodded "no."
Timothy reached down and lifted the startled black boy by his arm pits. He flung the boy over the back of the chair, exposing his firm black ass. "Then what you probably need is a nice, hard cock in that nigga ass, don't you?"
Calvin tried to shake his head "no," and gasped as Timothy pushed his face against the back of the chair. Calvin protested, "I aint never done nutthin like this before. I aint never sucked no dick before and I know it's not gonna fit in my ass."
Timothy leaned forward and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't worry. It'll fit. Just relax and it won't hurt as bad."
The white boy forced Calvin's ass cheeks open with his fingers and violently thrust his cock inside of the black boy's body.
Calvin cried out, "Owwww. It hurts."
Timothy said, "I told you to relax. You should have listened."
Timothy humped violently in the black boy's ass, making his whole boy rock against the cushioned chair.
"Take that dick, nigga. Take that hard white cock inside your black ass."
Timothy's cock rammed in Calvin's ass without mercy. Calvin shut his eyes tight as he felt the strength behind the white boy's thrusts inside his body. Timothy fucked the black boy's ass, making his body wiggle like a rag doll.
With each thrust of the Timothy's master cock Calvin's body flopped up and down in the chair. He grunted and groaned as the Timothy ravished his body. Each time Calvin tried to pull away, because of the pain, Timothy wrapped his arm around the black boy's waist and pulled him back so he would have to take more of his hungry white cock inside his ass.
"I'm not through with you yet. Why do you keep trying to run away, boy? You've got a nice black ass. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, nigga."
Calvin bobbed around helplessly as Timothy enjoyed the use of his smooth black body. Suddenly Timothy let out a loud sigh. His body tensed and jerked spasmodically as he fired rounds of jism. Calvin felt his bowels fill up with the white boy's hot sticky liquid. Timothy gasped, "Take my cum, nigga."
When Timothy was done he let go of Calvin. The black boy flopped down on the floor and lay sprawled at the white boy's feet. Timothy tucked away his cock and ordered the Calvin to get dressed too. Calvin pulled on his clothes, letting his pants sag and exposing his smooth ass cheeks under his briefs.
"That's what got you into to trouble in the first place, boy." Timothy laughed. "Don't let me see you walking around like that in the hallway at school or I might have to pull you into the boy's room and give you more of what you just got."
Both boys laughed. Calvin left Timothy's house and headed for the bus stop. His buddy had given him an afternoon to remember. It was clear that he would get along well in his new school.
Captain of the basketball team, nice toned body a goatee and shaved head, he's a little black stud. The tattoo on his arm 'Thug Born' would intimidate anyone. Yeah, he's the type white people think all black people are like. But inside his baggy Polo jeans lies a 9 inch cock, and a tight hairless asshole that always wants service. Lying in bed, Brian stroked his hard black cock.
Like we needed more insurance like another hole in the head. But what the fuck, the boss said see what they got and I thought to myself, yeah, I'd like to see what they got in their pants. So they came by late in my day, four of them, three guys and one gal. I sat quietly as they pitched their deal, not really listening, just checking them out. This one guy, Doug. he looked interesting.
They had served a four year stint and were awaiting their discharges. Randy's home was in the mountains of southeastern Kentucky, but while in the service he rented an apartment just off base with Mike, a shipmate from Ohio. Randy and Mike had known each other a couple of years since the time they'd spent together in Naval Air Training School.
His body is sunken in the large king size mattress and covered in the dark blue satin sheets. His head rests on two extra large down pillows with pillow cases that match the sheets. It is still an usual feeling for Joey Walker to wake up in a bed, let alone a bed with satin sheets.
The city lights twinkled in the distance, and as I looked out, I felt his strong body standing just behind me, desiring me, and I wanted to nestle myself into his embrace and feel him melt into me. The vibe radiating from his strong chest and loving precense was so strong I could feel it beaming against my back, my skin tingling with anticipation. But not yet, I was nervous. Mmmm. Yumm.
We had only chatted online until then, so I didn't really know what to expect. Shit, it turned out that he was even cuter than I expected. His sexy blue eyes and long blond hair turned me on more than I expected. We shook hands and moved quickly through the airport to the taxi stand where we caught a cab to my apartment. After what seemed an eternity, we arrived back at my place.
I woke up in my apartment, raging hard-on as usual. Isn't that the way these tales always begin? It was January and really god damn cold outside. It was Saturday, so fortunately I didn't have to go to class. I didn't even want to leave the building. Three below zero even without the god damn wind chill. I had lived alone there for three months now, since my boyfriend and I split up.
In a bazaar with Turkish sworls and dervish citizens, flower-traders, carpet-baggers, the beggars, and the street boys, of which, one Farouk Ali, was the most wicked; and not cheap. He would hang out with his monkey-grin smile, his rapier wit, and lithe body, that men want, and they pay a pretty dinar for. Two men talking, and Farouk could hear ever word. "Aziz, hold the donkey, while I...
Being young and horny and an avid cruiser I was always looking for some dick play when I could. One of my favorite was a South Congress theater that had been converted to a porn theater. It had a large screen on the main floor that showed straight porn that was frequented by cocksuckers and feeders, so that whether you needed a blow or wanted to do some blowing there was usually action to be had.
I considered myself popular and somewhat attractive. I was not at all athletic, but did play some intramurals. It was the third day of school, just fitting in, and finishing the summer stories. The football team was going to begin practice after school, inpreparation for the season. My best friend Steve, whom I had known since first grade, was very athletic and played for the team. come on.
I've been lucky enough to have had it a few times, but most of the time it's just me, a tube of K-Y, and a dildo. Last week, that changed for one incredible night. After a week of being horny every single day and having no opportunity to act on it, I found myself alone on a Friday night; no plans, no obligations, but some spare money and a raging appetite for cock.
I've been in pursuit of such organs for years, and here is the story of my "first time" with a really big one, and still one of my best memories. I had the opportunity to write this down recently, and thought I'd post. I discovered then that I had a fetish for big cocks and loved everything about them.
There were all these sexy young girls there, each of whom I wanted to fuck for hours. I hit on a few of them, and got every one of their numbers. I was used to this, being the sexy jock that I am. I was completely trashed by the end of the night, so my roommate, Brad, and me called a taxi to take us home. It was a miracle we made it up all three floors to our dorm room.
"Good morning Matt," Andre said. Matt's knees buckled hearing the doctor's deep Russian accent. "Are you okay Matt?" I told him that I was, annoyed that he would always turn me into a nervous teenager. Matt reached down and adjusted his hardened cock so it wasn't too obvious.
The kid had his ASU baseball cap on backwards, with the bill pointing down from his very slightly freckled shoulders, along his bare back, to his remarkably trim waistline. From what I could tell, the lucky man getting serviced was good looking. The gloryhole wall concealed his body except from the sternum up. Blond Man smiled at the small crowd, glad to be the envy of the rest of us.
Sutterman is a three-story building with all the rooms opening to the outside, and every pair of rooms is joined by a common bathroom shared by four residents. My roommate Mark had been my friend for some time, but he wasn't the kind of person I would have considered pursuing anything with. Joe was a different story.
It was almost a year ago and I was going through a bit of a rough patch. I was swamped at work and my friends weren't up for anything that weekend. Friday night and I had nothing to do. That's when Miguel wrote me. He's a young Latino twink that I had been chatting with for some time.
This'll be four days out of the last six that the dry squeaking sounds from his bed have woken me up in the middle of the night. I can't figure out if it wakes me up because it's loud or is it that I'm so damn horny myself that when he jerks off I kind of instinctively wake up? I reach inside my boxers, take hold of my growing dick and strain to see something.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
Something different was happening then. The conflict in Vietnam changed some of the military thinking at higher levels. Instead of staying in the local state region, we were now training at other military installations around the country, and for the relief of other units.
I was forty one at the time and not accustom to travel as I was when I was younger. However, my last supervisor was an asshole not only to me but everyone and I told him so! It soon became his mission in life to transfer me out as soon as possible. The next opening was Durban South Africa so I was transferred there. The company provided me with a rental house. 00 a month.
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