It was at HMV when I saw him: a man in his early twenties, strikingly handsome, adorning a goatee on his beautiful, manly face. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen.
I was at a listening booth in HMV and suddenly he appeared in front of me, browsing for CDs. It must have been obvious that I was transfixed by him because he looked up after some time, and his eyes met mine. It was then I realized I was staring at him. But who could keep his eyes off him? His face was so beautiful that he looked -- noble. And from what I could discern, his solid build complemented perfectly his looks. I tried to imagine the naked lithe yet muscular bod he hid under his clothes -- that got me transfixed, no doubt about it.
In the whole second our eyes met, I fell in love with those deep-set brown eyes of his. His gaze was not hostile, in fact it seemed to merely indicate interest or curiosity - but I was quick to look away out of habit. He continued with his browsing and I continued to listen at the booth, but I never let him out of my peripheral vision. After a while, he moved to another section of the store to browse and I followed him, as discreetly as possible. There was no question as to why I followed him. My lust simply dictated it.
I pretended to be looking at some of the CDs on display on the same row of shelves where he happened to be browsing. It did not take long for him to notice me, and this time when he did I swore I could see a sly smile forming on his face from the corner of my eye. He put down whatever CD he was browsing and started to walk towards me. I pretended to be engrossed with the CD I had in my hands but in truth, my heart started thumping in excitement. The hardon which had developed from my stalking him grew even harder in anticipation. This Adonis passed me by, but as he did so, he brushed his hands against my butt which was such an erotic gesture that I almost came on the spot. I felt drunk with lust, now that I had an inkling that perhaps my feeling for him was mutual.
He did not turn back to look at me; he was obviously aware of the impact of his action. He proceeded to a listening booth instead. And I simply followed him. From the moment he brushed my butt with his hands, I was his. I would go wherever he went. The listening booths in HMV have two headsets each, to cater to couples who want to try out music together. I picked up the other unused headset from the booth he was at.
We exchanged glances but he did not smile. I was starting to wonder if his brushing my butt was an accident when I noticed that he was eyeing the front of my Levi's 501s, through which my hardon was obvious. I glanced down at his package and could discern that it was growing bigger and bigger; I supposed he was aroused by what he saw. Let me add here that I'm no slacker in the looks department myself. But I like to think that my best asset - my body - has been earned by all the years of training I put into. I have wide shoulders which taper down like the letter V to my narrow waist but I think it's my `bubble-butt' which turns most people on.
And this guy standing next to me was turned on, I was absolutely sure about that -- his package had swelled into an indecent bulge. With both of us being so turned on, I think we hardly paid heed to the music from the headsets. I decided to take the situation further. With my right hand, I brushed against his basket as I pretended to fumble with the stack of CDs directly in front of him. Instead of moving away, he pressed himself against the back of my hand and even let out a sigh of pleasure. Thus encouraged, I start rubbing his erect dick through his jeans, with my right hand. He was really hard! There is nothing more I like on another man than a really hung piece of cock. And he definitely had one.
I was 22 years old, light brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10, and weighed 165. It was a Saturday night in July and I was oh so horny. I made my way to the bathhouse on Halsted. After I found a parking spot, I entered the front door. The line was long, as usual for a Saturday night. There were no rooms available so I settled for a locker. I got my key and towel and was buzzed in.
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
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.
Panting, he wiped the sweat from his face. He had the same nightmare. He laid back down, ignoring the sweat-saturated surface of his pillow. He hoped his tossing and turning didn't wake his roommate. But, Ryan's muffled snoring was sufficient enough to rid AJ of that fear. As his rapidly pounding chest continued to slow to it's normal pace, AJ tried to rest his eyes.
I am a second year physics student at McGill University, I'm 23, 6'2" brown hair and eyes. I had been working out at the university's gym all winter so I developed a great hard body. I took a nice long shower. I like taking bicycle rides. I was enjoying belle Montreal and the weather was so nice.
We had just left a club called the Cubbyhole and I was in a bad mood. We spent the night going from club to club and in that time I only found one fuckable guy. Yeah he was hot and of course I got his digits but come on, one guy in the span of five hours is pathetic. I can do better. I mean just look at me. Not to mention a 9" cock and the mutant power to make you cum with less than a thought.
He liked the look of his pee coming out, he liked the feel of it exiting his body, the feel of his bladder loosening and his muscles relaxing. The water made a dark spot on the tree in front of him and flowed down the trunk pooling up by the roots. He started pumping his meat slowly.
"Seems like I've just been gone for the weekend," thought Chris as he lugged his suitcases up to his second floor apartment. Chris' roommate graduated in December and had moved out. Erik lived in the apartment across the hall. His roommate had transferred to another university. He was a typical cowboy.
A full 6' tall, and a full 7 thick inches at age 18, it was those fuckin' low-hangers of mine that got me the nickname "Moose". It was also "balls" that got me into more trouble than I could handle that summer afternoon as I stood on the back porch, my cut cockhead aimed at the mouth of a canteen; busily "brewing" the tea to take to Rob at the corral on the back forty.
When I heard a knock at the door. I arose to answer it to see who it could be at such and early hour. As I slowly open the door to my apartment, I was shocked to see who it was. It was a man whom I hadn't seen in many years but recoginized instantly. It was Sydney Bolling. The first man I had ever had a relationship with. It was an ok job. We talked to each other about everyting. I wish she had.
Sometimes I am worried that I am growing old before my time, because I am so levelheaded. That is why it came as a total surprise to me when I was encouraging an acting student of mine to leave college and seek a professional acting/modeling career. He was one of the few genuine people I've met in this business. I could tell he had enough natural talent to take him far.
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.
The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island.
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
One day Dan, the 3rd baseman of our school team and a real hunk, caught me watching him as we changed after a late workout. He started harassing me about it, saying he'd seen me staring at some of the guys before. He said if I wanted to see his crotch so much, I should get on my knees where I could see it up close. He said he was gonna tell everyone I was a faggot unless I suck his cock.
In adolescence being bi-sexual was hard to comprehend, so confusing when other guys around you seem preoccupied only in girls an d what it would be like to fuck this one or that one. >From thence forward there were candles, carrots ( I shaped with a knife to look like a real life penis) and a broom handle, affixed to a bench which made for a substantial deep fuck.
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.
I rubbed and kneaded his engorged dick but that wasn't enough for the horny hunk. Seeing that we were at the back of the store and no one was around where we both stood, he brushed away my hand and hastily unzipped his jeans. From the slit in his Calvin Klein boxers, out popped his fully erect uncut dick! He didn't have to tell me what to do - in fact, till then, he hadn't spoken to me at all- I stroked his dick, spreading the pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit, all over his long and thick shaft which must have been well over 9" long! The head of his dick was round and bulbous and very sensuous to feel, soft and hard at the same time.
I could see the veins on his purple engorged penis, there were one or two very prominent ones indeed. I was sick with lust. As I was about to go down on him, and take his cock in my mouth, he suddenly brushed me aside and stuffed his cock back into his jeans - I don't know how he did it in such lightning speed, but he did it - and zipped up. Apparently a woman had wandered into the section where we stood. She saw him with his shirt tucked out, but gave it no second thought although both of us were slightly panting from the excitement.
This guy next to me smiled at me and said, "I'm Paul." I smiled at him and said, "I'm Greg." He asked, "Do you want to come to my apartment? I live very near here." Without hesitation, I agreed.
Minutes later, we were at his apartment. As soon as I had closed the door behind me, Paul pressed not only his lips against mine, but also ground his body against mine. We took each other's tongue into our mouths and French kissed passionately. I could feel his hardon, which had since subsided, swell again, against my own erect organ.
Our hands explored each other's body with greedy lust. All over each other's hair, chest, back, butt(Paul seemed to like my butt a lot), our hands roamed. At one point, Paul kneaded and pressed my butt hard so that my body ground harder against his, and I reciprocated by doing the same to him. It was so intense that I thought I could feel his hard warm prick against my own swollen dick, skin to skin although both of us still had our jeans on. We dry humped each other like this passionately, all the while still kissing. Then Paul couldn't wait anymore, he unzipped my jeans and tore them down. I took the cue and did the same to him.
Our dicks sprang out, erect, throbbing and certainly oozing loads of precum; our shirts went next. Paul, who was not hairy, but smooth, led me into his bedroom and we assumed 69 position on his bed. I rubbed the precum of his dick all over my face, taking in the heady smell of his manhood, while he licked his tongue all over my butt, kneading them with his hands as he did. "What a sexy butt you have" Paul moaned. I would have returned his compliment except that my mouth was full of his huge 10" tool. My tongue wrapped around his throbbing hot dick, running over the shaft, feeling the veins of his penis that throbbed with his essence.
I fed more and more of his huge cock into my mouth until I was able to deep- throat him. Paul fucked me in the mouth, withdrawing his cock until only his bulbous head of his penis remained in my mouth and then suddenly pushing it all the way into my throat -- I was surprised that I did not gag. While he fucked my mouth, he rimmed my ass, spreading the ass-cheeks with his hands and pushing his tongue in as far as he could. I was in heaven. Then he pushed three fingers in to my tight ass without so much of a warning so that I gasped. And suddenly three more fingers from his other hand as well. In and out the fingers went, delving in deep for my prostate. There was no need for lube, Paul would spit every now and then in place of it. At both ends of my body, he fucked me, he fucked me hard and heedlessly like the action of a piston in a machine, now a thoroughly well-oiled one.
After a while, Paul decided to do some real fucking. He lay on his back with his very erect and throbbing 10" fuckstick perpendicular to the rest of his heaving body and told me to sit on it. "Ride me, cowboy" I needed no further invitation even though I wasn't sure if I could take his cock in. By now I was so horny that I could take an eggbeater up my ass. Straddling my legs between him, I lowered my butt onto his cock, as Paul arched his back upwards and rubbed my ass-crack with it, nice and slow, in a circular motion.
I stared at him, taking in his handsome brown eyes. "You're going to be inside me, Paul, oh, how I want you inside me" I thought, giddy with lust. I lowered myself further and allowed his saliva-lubed dick to ease into me -- in fact it was sucked in due to the bulbous shape of its head. Once I got past the head of his penis, I braced myself for the length and thickness of his shaft. Slowly I lowered myself further, impaled with Paul's cock, all the while looking into his eyes. Yes it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. Never did I have such a huge piece up my ass before, even the dildoes I had used before did not come close to this.
Paul urged, moaning "Fuck me with your ass, fuck me, Oohhh, fuck me" Suddenly Paul grew impatient with how slow I was and he grabbed my waist and pushed me down as he arched his back upward in one coordinated motion. I cried out in pain, but Paul seemed to take no heed, he had his own needs to satisfy.
"Yeah, take that cock, take it in you!" He thrust his 10" cock into me while holding my waist. In and out, in and out, penetrating me over and over again while I pleaded him to stop because it hurt so much.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he just moaned, totally lost in his ecstasy. Soon, however, what was so utterly painful became pure ecstasy as my ass muscles loosened to accommodate him, so that I began to murmur deliriously "Fuck me hard you son of a bitch, just fucking ram me!" He fucked me so hard that his balls smacked against my butt cheeks.
I learnt to push myself down on him when he was on the thrust up, so as to increase the impact of our fucking, and soon we developed the perfect rhythm. Our eyes still fixed on each other.
I took in his the sight of his handsome manly face contorted in pleasure: THIS is hunk I'm fucking with Aaaaaaahhhh, Paul moaned, Aaaaaaaahhhh, "I'm not sure I can hold out much longer" I started to jerk myself with one hand and pinch Paul's nipple with the other, causing him to moan even more, Ooooooohhhh, Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh, he went, "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!!"
At the last "fuck", Paul bucked violently and rammed himself totally into me, exploding inside of me, cumming spurt after spurt inside me. Feeling his warm juice spewing like fireworks inside me was all I needed to push me over the brink, I came violently, screaming Aaaaaaaaaahhhh! erupting copiously all over Paul's face and chest. I leaned forward and licked Paul's face and then we kissed in total bliss, having sated our lust for each other. And then totally exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
He was intensely restless as his fourlegged body seemed to burn endlessly with new reservoirs of come deep within his huge pair of male sex organs, come that desperately needed to be released in sex. He was able quell the restlessness somewhat by running and working out, which helped expend some of his enormous sexual energy. It was this need for relief mixed with the joy of immin.
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.
It's been a tradition with my parents for years now. I personally look forward to the holiday because it gives me a chance to sit back relax. Little did I know that I would get other relaxation this time around.
I am a second year physics student at McGill University, I'm 23, 6'2" brown hair and eyes. I had been working out at the university's gym all winter so I developed a great hard body. I took a nice long shower. I like taking bicycle rides. I was enjoying belle Montreal and the weather was so nice.
I had just purchased a fun Yamaha motorcycle and loved riding it around the city and in the mountains just outside of town. As you can imagine, I was motivated to cruise around not only to get kicks out of my new bike and to check out the scenery, but also as a vehicle to get me more cock. On this particular day, it was early evening, early autumn and the weather was great. He smiled again.
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight. The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. I was certain that it would hurt. Kiss his balls.
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.
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.
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....
It's the place to be when your feeling nasty! Last Saturday around midnight, I was buzzed just the right amount and was horny as Hell. I drove over to the health club on the east side and upon pulling into the parking I noticed a lot of cars, meaning hot action! I pushed the buzzer to enter and finally the door opened to let me in. I say men off in the distance looking me over.
Let my fingers wander lower, rubbing your belly, tickling, caressing, teasing. Down over your waist, and between your thighs my hands would run, kneading, caressing. Then, they'd run back up, dip slightly into your waistband, and a little lower, just brushing the tip of your straining cock ever so lightly. Make my lips into a little 'O' and blow warm air over your cock, bathing it in my breath.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
Whatever it is about them, they are the one thing that can make a long, boring highway drive more interesting and exciting. Of course, some are much better than others. The best ones are the old places with plenty of holes in them to see your neighbor. The first stall is the one I always take.
The elderly surgeon's voice seemed to echo from between the cheeks of my buttocks. I gulped as his finger forced open my sphincter and went where no man had been before. His Registrar was a hunky young guy named Osbourne. He gripped my shoulders and whispered reasuringly to me. "Won't take long". He was so close I could smell his aftershave.
Several times I feel his crotch pressing up against my elbow as my dentist works in my mouth. I decide to press back ever so lightly. I may have imagined it, but I think he pushed back harder...
There was a guy who was bi and he was a good friend of mine and this is what happened. I went over to his house to watch some football games and drink some beer well, I drank more beer than that was appropriate to drive under so I decided to stay. We were on his couch and he touched my hand and I ignored it at first thinking it was accidental.
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.
I've always attracted people who wanted my cock. This kid had been following me around like a love-sick puppy ever since he got an eyeful in the showers. When only he could see, I soaped up my crotch and pulled my cock a bit till it was not yet fully stiff but arching away from my body and about nine inches in length.
Lucas peeled it off, screwed it into a ball and threw it into the night. On second thoughts he wondered whether it might have been more sensible to keep it as insulation against the cold. First night without a roof over his head and his head still buzzed from the fighting. Soon reality hit, he was homeless. Alone on the street.
since I'm not the type to kiss-and-tell, I'll let you guess at his name (well, OK, suck-and-tell is a little different, but I'm still not going to identify him). I will say that he is in his early thirties, married, and bi, and described himself as being about 5'7" or so, maybe 150 pounds, brown-haired, hairy-chested and fairly well-hung.
I wanna keep this rather brief but at the same time I'm going to disclose every bit of pertinent information along with several hot detailed descriptions. So, I'm at 30 yr/old white male with an average body and pretty good looks. I also have a nice sexy cock that is precisely just shy of 8 inches.
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