My name is Joe. I am a graduate student in a university located in a major metropolitan area. I'm 24 years old, I would say I'm fairly good- looking, and I work out regularly. The guy I'm going to talk about next didn't turn out to be my boyfriend, but he is surely the most gorgeous guy I have ever met, and the sex we had were, oh, ... !
The first time I noticed him was on a street near campus, when I was walking back to my office from a copyshop nearby. There he was, a handsome black guy, no more than 25 years old, running down the street in just running shorts, showing a lean runner's body. The swift movements of his muscular legs and arms evoked energy and power. My eyes followed him down his path, trying to get a better look at those hard shoulders and pecs. He's absolutely gorgeous!
Then one evening as I walk into the showers at the school gym after a good workout, I saw him there soaping up that hot body of his. I'm no athelete myself, but with years of hard work I have managed to put some quality beef on my chest, arms, and legs. I walked to a shower facing his, then started to enjoy the nice hot water racing down my fatigued muscles. But I couldn't get my eyes off his big hard bubble butt just three feet away! He turned, saw me there, looked me over, then smiled. As he was rinsing his body over, I noticed his soft dick grew longer quickly, when I also start to feel my own dick rising. I tried to cover it up, since there were also other people in the showers.
He came to my locker area, where it was quite secluded, after putting himself in a nice shirt and a pair of trousers. He also had a tie hanging from his shirt collars. He had a big smile on his gorgeous bronze-colored face, with his hair cut in a flat-top. I smiled back as I was putting on my clothes. We then introduced ourselves. I found out his name to be David, and he came to swim at the gym a few times a week.
We continued to talk as we walked out of the gym together. He had a sweet but musculine voice, and he talked in a soft, dreamy way. Since I lived closer to campus, he proposed that we go to my place for a chat. That's just what I had in mind.
Once in my place, we embraced each other in a deep and sensual hug. My arms wandered around his back, from his stiff mat of curly hair, to his sinewy neck, to his hard back muscles, down to that equally hard and round butt. Our lips met and our tongues mingled passionately, sucking forcefully. My dick was already rock hard and stretching out the front of my soft sweatpant, as I grinded my groins into his, feeling his stiff rod under his trousers. His hand wandered to the front of my sweatpant, groping around sensually.
We quickly undid our clothing. His beautiful organ came into full view. It's now 8 1/2 inches fully hard, pointing straight to the front. The head is a lighter shade of brown, on top of a perfectly straight, velvety shaft of a darker hue, sticking out of a small mat of shiny black curls. His nice round balls hung low under his pole. I grabbed his hard shaft and took him into my mouth. I tried to take as much as possible, but it soon filled my mouth solid, with still a little bit of that shaft left. The taste of his manhood sent me into trances of pleasure, as I kept sucking hard and trying swallow more of this magnificent treat. He placed his warm hands on the back of my head, caressing, moaning, his hips slightly trusting to meet my hungry throat.
My eyes followed as he moved and began to lift the weights. Pretty impressive. He was pretty strong, stronger than me. I noticed his shoulder were also broader than mine, though it was difficult to say for sure with his loose clothes. I wanted to get to know him.
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 returned to the club, took a room and headed for the showers. There were a lot of men cruising, but little obvious going on. I noticed that many men sat in their rooms reading but with the door open. I was still new at this and unsure of etiquette for meeting etc. Guys were walking by and looking in.
I drove downtown, planning on goinog to a theater I knew of. As I drove past, looking for a parking spot, I saw a closed sign in the lobby. Being that it wasn't quite 2 am, I was surprised as I thought it was a 24 hour theater. On my way home, I took a wrong turn (I always get lost downtown) and ended up in a part of the city I'd never been before.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
Another wave crashed over my head sending me tumbling under the water, as my naked body rolled close to the sand I wondered if I was cut out for these nudist beaches - again I could feel my cock start to swell as the currents pulled at my body. Jesus, I was getting another erection, being naked in the hot sun and being here on this out of the way beach was enough to get me horny.
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've never talked to one before. Anyway, my friend John and I were driving in my Dad's van. It's one of those small Chevy vans with the back that opens up; you see them everywhere. We drove first over to Exchange Place. State Street that Saturday was a zoo. So we drove on to 300 South. Look at that...
Nothing excites me more than servicing the cocks of straight men. If the man I'm blowing has kids - a true breeder - that is the ultimate thrill for me. This is a true story of one occasion when I was fortunate enough to get a young straight stud to fuck my mouth. About seven years ago I was driving around. It was early summer, but quite hot. I picked him up and engaged him in conversation.
After doing this for a while, David bent down and grabbed my throbbing dick. We moved into a 69 position, and I felt his hot, wet mouth enclosing my stiff rod. It felt like he took all of my extra-thick 7 inches in, all the way down to my pubes. His hot mouth felt like heaven. He sucked and slurped on my member with rare skill, making me almost cum on the spot! At this moment, he sensed my rising tide, so he stopped. "I wanna feel that thick monster in my behind," he said. "Would you fuck me?" "I'd love to!"
I turned him over on his stomach, then went down on his butthole. I spread his hard round butts a little, and soon the clean musky smell drove me wild. I licked all over his sweet asscrack, then darted my tongue into his tight hole. His sphincter muscle gave way very gradually, letting me slightly deeper inside. As my tongue probed the insides of his rectum, he moaned loudly in pleasure. After a few minutes, his sphincter muscle seemed ready for the real thing. I got up, and started lubing up my throbbing hard organ and his sweet hole.
"Go slow, I haven't been fucked that much." he cautioned me. "Sure." I placed my anticipating organ at his portal, then slowly proceeded to enter his channel. At first, his sphincters were not opening wide enough for my thick rod to get through. I could tell he was trying hard to relax those muscles for me. Slowly and gradually, his sphincters gave way, and my hard manhood entered his tight channel. Boy was it tight! Finally, my whole 7 inches slipped in in one thrust. I stopped, went down, and hugged him from the back. His head turned towards me, as our lips engaged in a long french kiss. My hands caressed him, his hard muscular body, and his gorgeous face. My rock hard member was stuffed snugly in his butthole like in a comfortable glove, drinking in the warm tightness of him. My pelvis rested between the hard muscles of his bubble butt, equally snug and comfortable. Our bodies were now one, joined in a tight fit, a beautiful union.
I began to slowly fuck him in long thrusts. His tight ass muscles were giving me incredible pleasure, as I pulled my thick organ half way out, then thrusted deeper back in. He moaned softly, asking me to fuck faster. Soon the rhythm of my fucking became faster, and his sphincters squeezed my fucktool in unison. The sight of my thick tool sliding in and out of his dark, muscular bubble butt was making me hotter and hotter.
I pulled both of us up to a standing position, one arm of mine wrapping around his chest, pulling his body to mine. My other arm reached to the front of him, grabbing hold of his throbbing hard manhood. His handsome head arched back and rested on my shoulder, as I began to chew on his exquisite ears and sinewy neck while fucking. His back is now tightly pressed onto my chest, his butts tightly pressed onto my pelvis, while my hand started to stroke his hot pole in earnest. The heat of his hard-muscled body on me spread to all over my body, sending my sexual energy to the hilt. The rhythm became faster and faster, as I started fucking him in passionate abandon. David cried out in the intense pleasure and pain, "Fuck me! Fuck me! ..."
I sensed the heat in my body rising, rising... until my whole body melted and poured through my manhood into David's sweet bowels. Suddenly, I felt an intense squeeze by his sphincters, when his rock hard pole stiffened in jerks, drenching my hand with squirts after squirts of warm, sticky juice. His hot tool kept pumping for what seemed longer than a minute.
We fell down to the bed together and passed out. After regaining a little consciousness, I held him in my arms, and our lips again met for a deep, long kiss. His dreamy eyes shone with the lights of sweetness. We both smiled, totally exhausted. I caressed him, his gorgeous face, his hot muscular body now tangled with mine, with my limping organ still buried in that sweetest place it had ever known.
one reason because i had to use the bathroom, second reason because i wanted to read the sex writing on the walls an inside the stalls. it was obvious that men were having sex here an sucking eachothers cocks, cause there was date an times, an request, an phone numbers written everywhere.
It was a humid day, not uncomfortable but warm enough for me to be wearing just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans cut off at the knees. When the doorbell rang I'd just finished getting something to eat and I was standing in the toilet taking a piss. I yelled to give me a sec in the direction of the door, leaning back slightly so I could see around the staircase and work out who it was.
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.
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.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
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...
I had been down at the river tubing for most of the day (summer school frolics) and could not get the images of semi-nude college kids running around. My girlfriend had gone home for a week to attend her sisters wedding and I had gotten stuck at school during exams. Something really kept gnawing at me.
To some the Big Apple became a baked apple. I was away and missed the worst of the heat - not that I mind the it all that much. What the heat does do, however is to make the arrival of fall, all the more welcome. Autumn, for me, is the smell of burning leaves, fresh donuts, crispy apples. cider and rosy cheeks. The 26+ mile run enhances the city's image as a place for watching and looking.
A busy day of studying and a tonne of assignments had set my schedule back a couple of hours. I try to go at least once a week, just as a plain stress reliever and to tone up and look great. I guess you could say I'm a pretty fit person at 20. I played sports, became a lifeguard three years ago and just enjoyed being active as oppose to slaving over my pile of homework on residence.
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.
Sex wasn't very important in my life. Sure I had wet dreams and I jerked off a couple of time a week, but while that was fun, it was no big deal. I dated girls, made out with them; I even fucked a few, but again no big deal. I just didn't understand what all the excitement about sex was. Then I went off to college and was assigned a roommate who changed how I looked at sex.
His brother who is named Javier was visiting from Dallas. . Let me tell you I live in Houston. . Well he was visiting and he had to go back to Dallas on receiving an important call. I was chillin with my homee when this conversation was going on. "I don't want to go alone. There is no one their and Bryan [homeboy of Javier] is gone on vacation. " Javier said to his parents.
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