This unbeleivable experience happened several years ago and goes to prove that initiative pays off. I had just come in from the rain and was stepping onto the elevator in my apartment building, holding my umbrella by my side.
Just as the elevator doors started to close, a man who lived a floor above me ran into the elevator. He was drenched from the rain, and his cotton shirt was sticking to his chest , outlining every muscle. His dark nipples were clearly evident through the soggy shirt.
The door closed and we were alone. He was facing the door, standing in front of me. He was tall with a long, lean, trim body. He was about my age, twenty-five, and topped his tall frame with a cowboy hat that covered his blonde hair. I had seen him many times before in the company of young men who were definitely gay.
I noticed the man was bowlegged, but I knew he was not a real cowboy, despite his clothes. The know-it-all doormanhad told me he was a bank official downtown. He did have a gap between his legs, though, that a man could fit in, and his tight jeans hugged his hips and ass.
The delicious gap looked so inviting that I reached my umbrella out and ran it up his thighs, as if by accident. I don't know what made me do it. It's not like me to be so forward. But this man looked so hot and that wide gap looked so inviting, I guess I was just overcome with arousal. My cockbulged uncontrollably in my pants.
When he didn't turn around and knock me silly, I raised my umbrella and rubbed it between his legs, against his balls and asscrack. That blond cowboy didn't move an inch.
When the elevator doors opened at my floor, he walked out ahead of me and led me down the hall to my apartment. He still had not even turned to look at me or to say a word to me!
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His talents as a trumpeter were unequaled in his high school, as was his running abilities. But John had been hiding a secret for years, afraid to let anyone know. I'd met John through some friends in high school and he seemed like a pleasant enough guy. He said that sounded like a good idea and agreed.
It had been snowing since the morning and by the time John had got home from work, at least a foot of the white stuff had fallen on the city. The winds had built up since late afternoon and were now driving the snow into large drifts. Few people were venturing outdoors but John was restless (and horny) and just had to get out.
Marc is 28 and a fine hunk of man. He works out at a local gym keeping his body in fine tune. He has a large chest and broad shoulders. His ass is round and tight which he shows off wearing tight blue jeans. I love for him to be shirtless and just wearing his jeans. Sometimes I just rip them off and blow him from being turned on by seeing him this way. Marc and I talk a lot about our fantasies.
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.
That's the third time that green and white Chevy pick-up truck has passed me. I know he's cruising me. Checking me out. I love walking around this neighborhood at night. Even though it's near downtown, it's dark & quiet. Just a block off the main drag. It's also a cruising area for guys looking for some man to man sex action. Who's only too happy to oblige them, and service their need.
Forced indoors, I stood dripping wet in the cavernous lobby of Avery Fisher Hall, searching among the similarly hapless figures hurrying by outside in the central plaza, fearing that I might miss him altogether. I needn't have worried. "Jim! There you are. " The commanding voice was exactly as I remembered. I turned and saw Robert striding across the lobby, shaking an umbrella.
Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway.
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.
We walked into my apartment and he finally turned towards me. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pressed his wet chest against me, and kissed me passionately.
Our hands fumbled with each others clothin, and within seconds I was sucking those pointy mipples and had my hand on his nine inches of prime male meat. He looked down at me with his cowboy hat still on and smiled.
We fell to the carpet, and he straddled my shoulders. That bowlegged gap was joined at the top by a tool of such dimensions that I feared I had bitten of more than I could chew. He lowered his cock and it bumped into my lips. I took the sircumsized head and played around the edges with my tongue, keeping my hands on his hips to keep him from forcefeeding me the entire length. Not a word was spoken, but I knew from the look in his eyes that I was to pay more than peripheral attention to his cock. Slowly, I inched up on this sausage and swallowed almost half of it before I gagged. He seemed content with the attention I was now paying to his tool, and let me play with what I could handle. While sucking his cock, I used my hands to weigh and caress his balls.
As I continued to suck on his joystick, he reached behind himself and grabbed hold of my cock, which was straight and hard. His big hands roughly stroked my entire eight inch length. when he seemed content that I was hard he kneed his way down my body till he was between my legs and stared down at my body. My worst apprehensions were facing me as his nine inch club bounced between his legs pointing in the direction of my ass.
He lifted my hips off the floor and I was ready to cry for mercy. But then instead of splitting me open, he engulfed my entire cock in his mouth, slobbering like a kid over an all day sucker. His warm spit flowed down into the brown hairs of my crotch and over my balls. I was getting so hot that I didn't care if he plunged that killer cock into me in one fell swoop.
Just as suddenly, he dropped my hips to the floor and released my cock from the oven he called a mouth. I opened my eyes just in time to see him straddle my waist and, with one deft action, swallow my cock into his ass. Pressing my body to the floor by holding my hips down, he rode me at his speed. He evidently wanted a long and slow fuck. He kept raising and lowering himself in a steady manner, bringing my cock almost to freedom each time and then descending, pressing his full weight onto it till his balls plopped onto my stomach.
I sould not fault him, since I was deriving such pleasure. he would bring me to the edge of coming and then stop. My balls were filling with juices and close to release.
He must have sensed my need or, even more so, my inability to hold back any longer. He stopped riding me and sat flat down on my cock, holding his own blood-red cock in his hand. He stroked it lovingly and sometimes rolled it against my belly with the palm of his hand, letting its heat warm my body. I tried to reach out for it, but he pushed my hands aside and increased his stoking speed. it was time and I could see his balls pulling into his body. A white flood washed over my body, shooting out of his cock like water from a firehose. I was drenched and his sphincter muscle contracted a number of times, almost cutting off my most precious possession.
After catching his breath, he started once more to ride on my weary cock. With this stud in a cowboy hat, I felt like a bronco being busted. He somehow clenched his ass muscles, and my cock began to let loose within him.
Afterwards, he rose off my body, leaving me lying on the floor, catching my breath from the intensity of the experience. He dressed insilence and then only said, "My name is Mark. Okay if I come by again?" All I could do was just nod my head yes.
For three years, he dropped by my apartment about once a week. He would ride my cock to exhaustion, always wearing his hat, and then depart. Then he moved away, but before he left he gave me his cowboy hat. It has a permanent place of honor on my hall hat tree, and my cock still tingles when I look at it on cold, rainy evenings.
Danny was a transfer student from Delaware where he had won the tri-state wrestling championship for his age and weight class three years in a row. When I first met him I stood transfixed, staring at him, looking him up and down. Danny stood an even six feet tall and had dark thick hair, deep blue eyes, dimples, perfect white teeth, broad shoulders, a 48 inch chest and a 28 inch waist.
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 have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way. The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year.
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 was a time of temptation and lust. But I loved every moment of it. I just looked at the boys, yes, imagine that. BOYS! This was the late 90's and I was just coming to terms with my sexuality and I was just your average Joey. Yup, thats me, Joey with the short black curly hair kid and the dimples that all the girls love. And then there was Adam. Adam - the most beautiful boy at Clarmont High.
Not many people went there, and if I hung out in the mens room, occasionally I got to suck cock. One afternoon, a slightly chubby guy with medium brown hair about 25 came in and watched me sitting on the toilet stroking my cock. He came over to me and started stroking me and playing with my balls. He had a really nice touch and got between my legs and sucked my cock.
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.
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.
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
They had purchased an old hotel in the Catskills, where we would go for training seminars in the main rooms, and we were each given a private hotel room. This was an older type hotel, with private rooms that had adjoining bathrooms. We kept the doors closed and knocked before entering.
He was looking for an agent. I guess I was the man for the job. Derek Bailey had been at the top of the basketball circuit for years. His agent Denny Gross was an unscrupulous man. Not that Bailey hadn't made it on his own merit and abilities, but his and Denny's fabulous lifestyles were due to Denny's ability to manipulate his way through any amount of red tape.
All that changed when I looked up and saw the new sportscaster. He looked to be in his early to mid 20's, very blond hair, cut just right to shape his boyish face. His deep voice drew me to raise the volume on the set and when they came in for a close-up, those beautiful blue eyes looked into the camera, and when he smiled it looked like he was smiling right at me. Every night.
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