I was a student rep for my student union a couple of years ago at college, and was sent to a conference with eight other reps. Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger.
He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules. My hopes were dashed, and I tried not to let it get to me.
Anyway, we went for the meal, and he joined our table with his girlfriend. We got on quite well, and we had a great time. A bunch of the reps from my college decided to go clubbing in town, and I wanted to stay behind. Victoria went with our lot, and Chris and me stayed behind at the bar.
We got absolutely hammered, and ended up having to help each other to our room. As we got there, Chris decided he would take a bath. Just as he got in I needed to be sick and had to rush into the room. I got the greatest view of his ass and his long 5" soft cock and smooth shaved balls.
I managed not to throw up and just sat chatting to him whilst he was having his bath. Then he asked if I would scrub his back. I went over, and was having difficulty hiding my hard on. Anyway, he got out, and dried himself in front of me, talking all the while as if we had known each other for ages.
"Oh," He said, "I sleep naked, is that okay?"
"Fine with me," I replied, "I do too." And I started to strip off.
I was a bellman. What was great about working as a bellman was that I wasn't stuck in one area. I could wander the whole hotel and talk to different staff members anywhere. There was one guy who I got to know quite well. His name was Rick. Rick was a sales manager and I never thought he was gay or bi.
Working in close quarters and late hours can be a good way to find out about a person. For him work was the only place to meet guys. His latest frequent sexual companion was a man named Hank Jefferson. They had been friends first and then lovers. They fucked often, but neither one wanted a commitment.
Due to our great fortune, we finished early! But because it was Thanksgiving, all the malls and shops closed early, so we got no where to go. One of the guys suggested that we watch some videos (he has a pretty good collection). They were old videos, but what the heck, we had nothing to do anyway.
Don't get me wrong, the weathers not always like this in the UK, just when we get rain we seem to get lots of it. I decided to stay in and get some work done on the computer and had spent most of the day working on digital photos in PhotoShop or writing stories. At six p. m. I put a meal in the microwave and heated it, then went into the lounge to eat and watch the local news and weather.
Come 3pm though Phil stirred with the feel of Colin behind him -and when he bent his hand behind he once again felt the magnificence of Colin's firm erection. And yet, as he stroked the growing shaft and then teased beneath with the tip of his fingers, he felt perhaps he would like to try it.
At first that's all it seemed he wanted. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front living room in Chelsea. It's funny how it all started really.
This is a hard story to start because it had no real beginning or significant ending. The middle part however was very nice. I'll start with a little history to set the circumstances and to explain how a story can exist without really beginning or ending. I'm in my middle fifties and through good fortune managed to find myself divorced with enough money left to retire comfortably.
Over the weekend I had attended a conference and so I didn't get to jack off as much as I normally do; so, imagine how much pent up "energy" I had. When I got home I stripped my clothes off and pop in a skin flick for extra satisfaction. My cock felt hot to the touch and so soft and sensitive.
He had scoped a guy in the gym doing some stretching exercises. He had a good, lean body, dark hair, an excellent ass, and was clean shaven. They had exchanged a little small talk, and met up later on in the steam room, where Jonny had noticed that the guy was eying him up.
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!
We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.
Stefan had just brought Archie from his mansion to inspect the newly furbished summer house in his massive acreage Rubin's estate. Stefan knew that the lord was interested in him, beyond what was normal. The Lord had already said that he thought his broken English accent sex and very attractive.
I am not what I would consider good looking, but others say I am. I am about 5' 10" tall, about 140 lbs. and have a nice six pack with a thin wisp of hair leading down to my neatly trimmed and well-kept pubes. As we lay on the beds, naked, he told me that he was really horny, and wished Victoria was there to sort it out.
As a joke, I said, "Well, you know, I could help out if you needed me to."
And he took me up on it. So I moved over to his bed and began slowly playing with his shaven balls, and stroking his cock gently. It hardened in my hand, and grew to a massive 9". I couldn't believe it. Precum was literally oozing out, in gallons by the looks of it, and I couldn't wait to taste it.
I dropped to my knees, and began sucking for my life. I had a great rhythm worked up, as I stroked his cock, licked his shaft and played with the end, and tugged his balls. He was squirming with pleasure on the bed, thrashing all over, begging me to both stop and carry on. Then he panted to me "Stick a finger up my ass, please!" He was begging, and what could I do but oblige? I slipped a finger up his ass as I continued bathing his cock with my tongue, and tugging on his balls.
I kept on massaging his prostate, as I slipped another finger up there and then a third. He was gasping and writhing, and began to get close to shooting. He asked me to stop, and to fuck his ass. Being the young, carefree guy that I was (and still am) I didn't hesitate. I pulled out a condom, and slipped it over my now rock hard 7 1/2" cylinder, and pressed it against his wet and worked hole.
It slipped straight in, with the added lube of his precum (which was still flowing). I got up a steady rhythm, and began pounding away. We seemed to be like this for hours, but it was only twenty minutes before he told me he was getting ready to cum, and he wanted us to sixty nine as we both came together. I can stop myself from cumming, and decided that my balls were aching enough, so I pulled out, slipped of the condom, and flipped over to allow us to suck each other's cocks.
We began sucking, and I played with his ass as he tugged on my balls, and we both shot together. It was one hell of a load from him, but it was no match for mine (I hadn't had any for about three weeks). I shot spurt after spurt into his mouth and he into mine.
Without a word, we both drew to each other's faces, and began a passionate kiss, swapping what was left of our cum.
We fell asleep like that, wrapped in a loving embrace, and woke up the next morning to a knock on our door. I quickly hopped into my bed, and messed it up before I went to answer the door. It was Victoria, asking if we had fun last night, as it certainly sounded like we did. It turned out she wasn't allowed in without ID, so she came back, and heard the whole thing!
I went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at four O' clock. At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall. blond. muscular. handsome. a very nice sight. Then I started to look around, and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. And since they were all training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.
After a week out at sea, it became clear that this had been a bad plan for two reasons. The first was that I was violently seasick almost constantly. The second was N. C. O. Jake Taylor. He could have been any of the (devoutly hated) jocks-heroes from my high school: blond, arrogant, and perfect. He didn't look any older than us regular enlistees.
I took a fence repair job outside of the town limits in Cody,Wyoming and there was this bunk house I shared with one other guy. It was on our 5th day and the guy I shared the bunkhouse with we were by ourselves so we could talk more freely. He said, "John, I want to ask a question and you don't have to worry it won't go beyond me. I said, "OK go ahead and ask."
It seems that the largest cities only have a few adult bookstores and the city Fathers, in all of there wisdom, had the stores take the doors off the booths, cover the gloryholes, and install video surveillance. Bummer. We have to go to L. A. or S. F. We would come to my house after school, before my parents came home and suck each other for what seemed like hours at a time.
It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do it again. The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above.
One of the most delightful ways I find to chill with my lover is to simply pamper him and relish what we have between us. When he feels my first touch, when I brush my fingers across his jeans. Across his thighs and just gently teasing his zip tag.
. . Down his throat, humping against his face, holding him tightly against my exploding cock, grunting with each spurt of hot fluid, I felt the enormous release, the joy of completing an act I had only dreamed of until tonight. Finally, after a few small surges of cum, I was finally empty and he had sucked it all down, swallowed all my love juices.
I also never realised they also happen in UK universities. But now I have my own story to tell and although it isn't as worse as some I have read I think you may enjoy it, surprisingly I did, and still am enjoying it. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I launch into the story. My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and I have just started on a Computing Degree.
They seemed like all American frat types and were very friendly. I asked them about the frat row, etc. They talked about the parties and so on. I got a tour through their frat house and the place was mostly empty. It was late so I guess the guys were out or asleep. Somehow we started talking about gays...
He and his lover are into 3-ways and group sex, and I'd been to a couple of their wilder parties, so I had some idea what to expect. It turned out to be even better than that. When I arrived, they had everything all set up, and there were already a couple of people there. They had the living room set up with pillows all over the place and they had the VCR on with some hot tape going on.
Hey, it's mostly my fault I guess. At work they call me the Nerd. When I am out of the office on the road for my Company, I'm called THE GEEK, The Computer Geek. I guess if they knew I was gay, they would be calling me other things too. I don't really think I'm bad looking. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 160. I got a 7 inch uncut cock. Dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
I knew I was horny, though, and decided to go check out that theater on Kings Highway that everyone is always talking about. I procrastinated for a while, doing some shit around the house, and finally got there around 3 PM. I thought the place would have been quiet on a Wednesday afternoon, but I guess a lot of people took the day off from work or something, because it was pretty crowded.
I'm 19 years old, 5'11", 185, muscular, smooth, brown hair, blue eyes, nine inches, cut. My nickname is "Bub," short for bubble, well bubble butt. Did I cover everything? I hope so. This is my first time telling somebody about a sexual experience and I'm a little unsure as to what I'm supposed to say. I guess you folks want the story, so, here we go.
It wasn't my intention, it just sort of happened. With his long blond hair and green eyes, Justin was a drop-dead gorgeous friend of mine. We were both studying at the same college with the same major, and I saw him in every one of my classes. I'd spent many nights jerking off thinking about this hot stud. He had a trim waist and nice, nice legs.
In those days you went to London and never came back, and I had good reason. I'd hit on the girls at 16 and lost my virginity, screwed around plenty, but always had an eye for the boys -- an unfulfilled horny lust until I was 19.
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