Tex led the way into the bedroom. He stretched out on the bed on his belly. I stood at the foot and looked down at his strong young body. His ass end was something to see! Long, firm buns with a cleavage so tight it looked like he had never been fucked before. My dick liked the sight, too. It began to twitch in anticipation. I straddled him, the leather of the chaps scraping against his legs and then his buttocks. I wasn't worried about a lubricant. By that time my dick head was shiny and slippery with the precum that had oozed out. That boy, with all his shenanigans, had gotten me as hot as a firecracker.
I reached down between us and shoved my fuck pole straight out. The head was right where I knew his hole would be. I humped up and down, shoving my dickhead through his pucker. He didn't let out a sound . I pushed a couple inches of my hard dick into his tight ass.
He let out a soft grunt, "Yeah," he said, as he had no doubt said to his cowhand buddy. "Fuck that ass, cowboy!"
I started fucking him, and in short order I was using my full seven inches. His hole was warm and tight. It was treating my hard cock beautifully! Maybe it was all the better because it had been so unexpected. And yeah, the chaps seemed to add a little extra. Maybe they were making me feel a little macho. I drove my hot plunger into his tight asshole, pulled it out until only the head was caught by his puckered ass mouth, then drove it in again. I was fucking him the way I had sucked his dick, with slow, steady motions.
He was already liking it as much as I was. "Yeah," that straight cowhand said, "fuck my butthole! Fuck me like I'm a bronco you're ridin'. Fuck my ass good."
I didn't need the encouragement. I kept driving my hot prick in and out of his tight, equally hot butthole. I eased it in to the hilt each time, pulled it out, and slid it in again. My bush brushed against his firm asscheeks. My balls swung down against his. At the same time, I was enjoying the feel of his strong, smooth body under mine. Fuck yes, this evening was turning out even better than I had hoped. Fucking a straight guy's ass was all right!
The chaps scraped up and down between us. "Yeah, cowboy, fuck my butt!" he cried. I guess he was remembering things too. "Jus' like out on the range. You get horny. You let me fuck your butt, I'll let you fuck mine."
I was 18 and he was 19, a tough biker kid, who had popped my ass cherry and taught me to love it up the ass, as well as sucking his cock. His hands clenched my round smooth ass cheeks as he jammed himself into me, grunting as he came. It was the second time he'd fucked me that afternoon, we were teens. Right after we are caught by a local town cop, Officer Ricky.
The thought had been growing in my mind lately, and i had found myself thinking more and more about what it would be like. A man sucking my cock. Me sucking a cock. Fucking a man. Being Fucked. I had come to the conclusion, however, that that was hypocritical bullshit. I was going to go get laid.
So I packed my stuff up and left for my uncles house. I was walking about an hour and a half making great time when a trucker pulled ahead of me and asked me if I wanted a lift. So I asked him where he was going and his answer was close to my uncles house only about a mile away. So I accepted his offer and hope in. We made small talk for the first couple of miles.
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.
He had caught my interest with his picture but there was also something else I could not quite figure out. Anyway we sent e-mails to each other and as luck would have it I was going to be working down near where he lives. We made an arrangement that he would SMS me on the Monday to make arrangements to meet. By 9pm I had given up on Matt ringing me and was feeling horny but down in the dumps.
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.
Remember the locker rooms, and the showers after gym class? Remember sneakin' peeks at your buddies. I do. But most of all I remember Kevin. I didn't even have a concept of what a "homo" was.
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.
The curve of your fine ass in those dark brown rawhide trousers reminds me of past pleasures and my need to renew them. I'm more concerned right now, however about taking care of your trail fatigue and enjoying one solid night of quiet old-buddy lovemaking.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about such things - although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. The one day - I remember the feeling of being struck by lightning - it came to me.
I kept slowly but steadily fucking. Shoving it in, pulling it out, shoving it in again. "Yeah!" he shouted. "My butthole likes that cock! Fuck me, cowboy. Fuck my butt!"
I tried to make it last, but finally I couldn't help myself. My dick was really getting into it! I started doing what Tex had asked for, fucking him like he was a bronco I was riding. I slammed my cock into him. My belly banged against his buns, and my nuts smashed against his. I pulled it out fast, then slammed it in again.
"Oh, yeah," Tex cried out. "Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard, cowboy, fuck it hard!"
I started gasping - hard gasps that matched my fucking. My dick felt like it was going crazy. Oh, fuck, yes, I was riding a bronco! And that bronco was riding with me. As if it were trying to throw me. Tex had started fucking, too, thrusting his ass up as I plunged my cock into it, pulling away, thrusting up again. "Fuck it, cowboy!" he hollered. "Fuck my butthole!"
The chaps were still sliding up and down between us. The feel of leather was a real turn-on - maybe it was a reminder that it was one man fucking another.
I was like a horse galloping up a mountain. When I reached the top, my prick swelled as it filled with spunk. I slammed it hard into Tex's tight fuckhole and left it buried to the hilt. "Oh, shit, I'm coming!" I moaned. My prick throbbed. It started shooting off. I felt like I was going to turn inside out. Holy shit he was getting my balls and all! It was the most fantastic orgasm I had ever had. Meanwhile, Tex was in the throes of his third orgasm. I couldn't help but be impressed even as I was being wracked with pleasure so intense I could hardly stand it. Here, Tex was on his third come shot, and his big cock was just gushing a river of come. Then I went limp, my body just sort of folded over his. I was breathing heavily. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. I lay there on top of him, with my dick slowly going soft inside his hot ass.
But finally, I had to move. Tex said, "OK, cowboy, you had your fuck. Now git off me."
That got me an introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body. Of course, I didn't do it. What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body.
Not trouble with my studies which were going well, nor trouble settling in and making friends. No. My trouble was purely financial, I was spending money on textbooks and food at a rate that could not continue for long, I had to get a part time job I was speaking to a gay friend, Mark about the possibility of getting a barman's job but he wasn't hopeful.
He was working in the studio part of the time, but we were able to spend a few evenings out at clubs like "Zipps" and "Hands-". We had the most amazing time a few years ago, in Cologne for Carnival (February), wandering around between the bars late, late in the frosty evening. Coming back in early spring, I recalled how wonderful a small city it really was for gay men.
From where i come from you don't really see that many people on the streets after dark. I finally ended up with a hotel room close to Grenwich village; a place that i finally thought i could find a safe haven in the gay lifestyle. I checked into room 934 so i could grab a shower, something i needed more than anything at the moment.
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.
m. He was with his friend Manuel who was also 19 years old but was from El Salvador. They wanted to watch some porno movies but the catch was that Manuel was straight and only wanted to see the "girlie" movies. He told his friend what I had and they agreed to come down and watch the film with me.
But on the inside he knew he was not true to himself, since school and even now he was always felt different. Although he had slept with countless women a fantasy had always been at the back of his mind that he was at odds with, he fantasised about sleeping with a man.
I was feeling quite bored with the things that were going on in my life at this point. A crazy, overly emotional roommate. Bills were coming at a rate faster than usual. Luckily, this was a long weekend, Memorial Day they called it. There was an AIDS vigil near the college over the weekend.
Not a stitch of hair on my body (I even shave all my hair around my penis). I was in the bathroom completely naked. I put lotion all over my white body. I was completely bare and soft. I went out to my big black friend who I have known for years. I always liked him but never told him that I was attracted to him. He is strong and alot bigger then I am. I am 6'1 and weight 220. His name is Joe.
Tom and Drew find out that they would both consider doing something with another guy, but who would have thought that the pool talk would actually turn into some sexy hardcore action. Who sucks who? Who fucks who?
The night started out well. I saw a guy who was maybe in his late thirties leave the whirlpool, and I noticed his solid build and masculine face. He had brown hair, dark eyes, and a sporty sense about him. I followed him upstairs to the blowjob room. I stood next to him for a minute before I knelt down and sucked his cock into my mouth. He stood quietly in the corner. He lay back and enjoyed it.
I was outside of the museum writing in my journal when I noticed a rather peculiar cop biking around me. There usually isn't a guy who escapes my eye and I do love flirting with cops, sailors and firemen, but it is rare to find one returning the favor. I am a cute fella, but those guys are meant to be very ethical and serious about their jobs.
It involves a distant cousin, (or something like that, I'm not certain if there is any relation at all). He is a foster brother of my mom's sister's daughter. That is to say, one of my aunts gave a daughter up for adoption and Troy was the son of the adoptive parents. He was also the boyfriend of my cousin Christina.
Now this could be interesting. It was mid July when I joined the new S/S Franklin and crossing the north Atlantic in July can be hot. Most of the crew of 43 either wore cutoff jeans, or nothing at all. The crossing was uneventful, the crew were getting acquainted, sooner or later they would buddy up. Our first port of call was to be Bremen Germany. We were all dog ass tired, turned in.
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