Working out at my college gym is one of my favorite things to do. Not only do I get to maintain my muscular body, which is the main reason I work out, but there's also the afterward... that is, the time that I take a shower in the locker room, showing off my body to others while others are prancing around naked, not aware of how much I lust after those young, hard, sweaty athletes. I've even had the chance to get acquainted with some of those hard bodies (and other hard things) a few times, although not nearly as often as I like. Most of the time, it's some guy who's come to the gym not to work out, but just to check out other guys in the showers. You know the type... the one's who will wear either just a jockstrap or nothing and walk by the showers 10 times just to see who's in there and what's going on. The ones who wear a jockstrap are the ones who can't control their hardons, so they hide them with their jock. Not much good it does them, since I pretty much know who's hard and who's not.
For the past few weeks, I had occasionally seen this one hunk who was just this type of person. But, of course, the guy was the hunk to end all hunks. He was about 6'2" tall and about 200 pounds of solid muscle. This guy's pecs were huge, covered with a nice matting of fur. His back was hairy too. And, he strutted around with nothing but a jockstrap on, the pouch packed to overflowing. He displayed well what I most enjoy about jockstraps: a nicely framed ass, covered with the same fur that was so plentiful elsewhere on his body. The first time I saw him, I wasn't so sure he was interested, since he immediately left after I began to show him that I too was interested. But, since then, he has hung around a little bit more, although I haven't been too strong in showing my admiration for him, and neither has he in showing his admiration for me. Now, I'm nothing to sneeze at. I'm about 6'0" and about 190 lbs of solid muscle. While I don't have as much hair on my chest as he does, my ass has a nice amount.
On a most recent occassion, I had gotten done with my workout kinda late, a little before the gym closed for the night. On this Friday night, the lockerroom was completely deserted, to my disappointment. After my workout, I walked in and slowly pealed off my clothes. Wearing only my jock, I started to take another look around to see if anyone was around. And then I saw him, my stud. He was just coming out of the bathroom, and he, too, was wearing only his jockstrap. He was truly stunning as he walked. I smiled at him, and he gave a nervous smile back as we passed each other. When I wasn't looking at his crotch, I tried to look at his eyes, to see if he was checking me out. And, to my delight, I noticed him look me up and down.
Since the gym was about to close, I guessed that he was finishing up with his workout or he was in here looking for some action. So I quickly made my way to the showers. I almost forgot to remove my sweaty jock before I turned on the water. I was so fucking hot for him that I had to turn on the cold water to make my 8" hardon go down a little, so that it wouldn't be too obvious that I was lusting for him. I started washing myself and trying not to think about his magnificent, masculine body, but I couldn't. I continued washing, hoping he'd show up. I washed. And I washed. I was in there for about 10 minutes, and that was when I realized that either he had left and wasn't interested, or that I had scared him off by being too obvious. I got out of the shower and dried myself off.
I went back to my locker, and put my strap back on. I especially like wearing my jock after my workout, as I usually go home and jack off while sniffing my sweat- and cum-stained jock. Tonight, I was hoping to get a little more action, but it didn't look like it was going to happen.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
I'm 23, 5'4" and had never been with a guy, although like many guys the thought had always appealed to me, and Graham was beginning to sound more and more like the guy who was going to take my cherry. He told me that he had been with a lot of younger lads and would happily fuck me gently, or fuck me hard, depending on how things went. I agreed and told him I would be there by eight that evening.
I have been unable to sleep, I am incessantly hard and aching all the time, not even a stiff wank suffices for there is nothing can substitute the sensuality of just being with Richard.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
As a boy he grew up in a small town. The suburb he lived in with his parents was near a nudist beach. As a child he went down the beach playing in the water with his brother and friends. When he was around the age of 13. He soon understood that guys walked around naked and occasionally women would sun bake naked too.
I was sitting in my room flipping the channels looking for something good on. I was so bored, there was nothing to do. I was home alone because my parents went up North for the weekend and left me to take care of the cats. I went downstairs and got something to eat. I started making a sandwich, and I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be I thought to myself.
When I checked the posting board that Sunday to see my week's work, I was pleased to see that I would be sharing the Shuttle trip with Cyril Blanton. Cyril is one of the British auxillary members of the shuttle crews, and we always had, in his words, "a ripping good time" when we went up together.
I was told the location and found it was only a few miles from my home! I had a few days off so one morning I drove through the park and noticed one car with a single male parked in the lot. I parked about 50 yards from him and sat in the car for a few minutes! Was this a Gay that might want to have me this fine morning.
I am not a morning person. I loath getting up any earlier than I have to & most of the time I'll just lay there in a daze for several minutes until that internal voice in my head says, "Alright fuck-head, time to get up & earn a living. That meant I had to be in the department & ready to lead my team by 3am. Shit, didn' t even need to shave or trim the goatee this morning.
This is a telling of my first time and I hope it is liked. It could be called First time with Cousin Joe or just Cousin Joe. I'll always remember my first time as it was special for me as I hope it is to every guy. I was fifteen that winter when once again, we headed towards my grandparents farm for Christmas.
Ha. I didn't believe him. Most men moan whenever having sex. In fact, according to my knowledge, every man and woman moans during sex, right? I could be wrong, but I knew he, of all people, was a moaner in bed. I knew it, because I'd always hear him moaning when he was in the bathroom masturbating. Even with the shower on, I could still hear him moan. So my roommate was a liar.
Panting heavily he ran up the stairs to the upper deck. The bus was nearly empty, it was still early and few people had to work on a Saturday. He slumped into the backseat. His t-shirt clung tightly to his heaving chest and he could feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck. He caught glimse of himself reflected in the window.
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.
Let me tell you about the main players. Peter was blond haired blue eyed, 5'10" tall and 11 stone but with a firm body, nice developed stomach and firm thighs. Jack had short brown hair brown eyes, 5'7" and built for speed. They had several things in common, They played the game with skill, each had great popularity and the lads took notice of them, and oh yes they had gear that hung.
For the past few years I've been a sex addict. Black cock was my drug of choice. I couldn't get enough. Night and day found me on my knees in some alley, park, or men's room giving head to any Black man who came along. Usually I had to pay and more than once got the crap beat out of me. I suppose it's best to start at the beginning. Their titles say it all.
He was a slim, active teenager and always had a cheery smile. His hair was cut short with a fashionable wave at the front, held in place with gel, and he usually appeared in shorts, t-shirt and trainers, though occasionally he would roll up in his school uniform of regulation black shorts, white shirt and black plimpsolls. His skin was dark and smooth and I found him very attractive.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
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.
Wow. I couldn't believe it. He was making the moves on me. He stood there, leaning against the lockers, gripping his hard cock through his jockstrap. I started doing the same. We stood there for several minutes, fondling our cocks. And then I started to walk over towards him. I laid my hands on his pecs and started to massage his chest all over. At this point, both of our cocks were straining to get out of the confines of their jockstraps.
"We shouldn't do anything out here in the open like this. We might get caught. Let's go out into the back room," I told him, guiding him to the smaller lockerroom in back where the school athletes had their lockers. I knew that we wouldn't be disturbed in this area. As we walked there, with him behind me, he started to massage my ass that was prominently framed by the straps of my jock.
Once in the back area, we both sat on the bench face-to-face and started to kiss. Our tongues battled for control in each others mouths. I conceded defeat and started sucking on his tongue as it was in my mouth. Then I moved down and started to gently suck on his nipples, surrounded by that glorious fur. I gently bit and teased his pencil eraser thick nipples. They were certainly some of the best nipples I had ever sucked on. Then I moved down to his packed jocked. I mouthed his hard cock through the fabric of the pouch. It seemed that he hadn't washed his pouch in quite a while, as I could taste sweat and what I'm certain was dried cum. Umm, umm!
I had to get my mouth on his naked cock. I pulled the strap down and was amazed at what I saw. 9 glorious inches of hard, thick meat! His circumcised mushroom head was large, and there was a drop of precum in his wide open piss slit. I immediately dove in for it and licked it up. Then I started to take the length of his cock down my mouth. I had never been with a man with such a large cock, but I was certain that I could take him down, once my throat got used to his length and thickness. Slockly and slowly, ever more of his cock disappeareed down my thrat, until my nose was in his pubic hairs.
He then started to slowly fuck my mouth as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I would swallow his full cock, and then let it out until I just had the head in my mouth. I bore my tongue into his cum-slit, trying to get as much of his precum as I could. As he laid back on the bench, I lefted up his legs and took my first look at his asshole. It looked delicious. Tight and puckered, and surrounded by a thick mat of hair. I took a few tentative licks at it at first, to make sure he approved, and not meeting any rejection on his part, I started to actively pry open his fuckhole with both tongue and fingers. I tried to fuck his asshole as best I could with my tongue, but it was tough because he was so fucking tight.
I then started my way up again and worked on his balls, giving each of them a thorough tonguebath in their hairy sac. His cock had some fresh new drops of precum leaking, and I quickly lapped those up. After a few more minutes of him fucking my mouth, I went back up to his face and jammed my tongue down his throat.
I had given his cock the right amount of lubrication, and I was ready for him to fuck me. I was so fucking hot for him.
"Fuck my ass," I pleaded. I still hadn't removed my jockstrap, and was hoping that he'd fuck me with it on. I loved for a guy to fuck me while I was still wearing my jock. My cock would become superaroused in it's tight confines, and the straps in back gave my fuckstud something to pull on while he fucked me doggiestyle.
I got on all fours and presented my framed hairy ass to him. Intead of just plunging his cock up my ass, he instead decided to rim me! This was more than I could have ever asked for. He immediately spread my checks and zeroed in on my hole with his tongue. After getting it nice and lubed for his cock, he mounted me. He plunged in his full 9 inches, and I was in heaven after the initial discomfort. Then he started to really plow me, in and out, in and out. He had a rough rhythm to his fuck, and it was great! Throughout this fuck, he was moaning and groaning, sounds that only a man could make while fucking another man. I loved to bring so much pleasure to my fuck partners. His fucking had me moaning too. I'm certain that if anyone else was in the lockerroom they would have heard our sounds. Luckily, being late on a Friday night, it wasn't likely that anyone was around.
He continued fucking me for about 15 minutes. Then I got on my back and he began to pound my ass again. He started massaging my hard cock through my jockstrap. The jock was now soaked through with sweat and precum. He brought his face to mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth as he continued to fuck with his furious rhythm. And we both continued to moan and groan. He started to suck on my tongue harder as he speeded up his fuck, and I knew that he was getting ready to shoot his load up my tight fuckhole.
"Come on man," I screamed. "Fuck my ass. Shoot your fucking hot load up my ass."
"You want my cum, don't you? You want your ass filled with my load."
"Yeah. Yeah I do. I want your cum up my hole."
Just as I was saying that, his groaned and started shooting. I could feel the warmth of his liquid love up my chute. He continued to pound his cock as he shot gobs after gobs of semen in my hole. After what was several minutes, he finally started to slow down his fucking, as cum was dribbling out my asshole.
He then pulled out his still lengthy cock and lifted my legs up in the air again. He started to ream me out with his tongue. After felching as much cum as he could out of my ass and storing it in his mouth, he came back up to share it with me. His cum not only felt good in my ass, but tasted great in my mouth. It was better than his precum! We exchanged his cum for several minutes as we kissed.
Before we realized it, a young man, under 30 was standing right above us. He was wearing only his jock and was stroking his sizeable cock through the fabric.
The weather was warm, but most people were at work. It was a school day, so the younger people weren't around. There had been a lot of dead fish that washed up on the beach from a bacterial issue in the water, so the beach was almost deserted. I sat in the sun for a while, then went to the mens room to shower the sand off me.
I was hitchhiking up to San Francisco. I had hair halfway down to my ass and was deeply involved in hippiedom. I had some pot and some reds and I headed out to SF. I got a ride in Santa Barbara from this chick. Next thing I knew, we were in SF. So much for that.
He's tall and thin, and very hairy, at least from what i could see of his arms and legs and what peeks out over his tee shirt collar. I met Santiago at a night class I was taking, and we became study partners. I loved being near him and sometimes I could look up his short sleeves and see his hairy armpits. He had a musky sensual scent that was arousing.
High School. I loved the feel and taste of a hard cock in my mouth shooting a hot load of cum. I always had a way of letting guys know I wanted to suck them off, and they usually were only too happy to provide their cocks for me to suck. By the time I was in college, I had sucked off over 30 guys. Most of them never touched me, but they loved watching me suck them off.
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.
The owners are very cool about not harrassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each other's cock, etc. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not.
My well lubed bunghole was an inch from the head of my 9. 5x5. 5" silicone toy and I would literally collapse onto it as forced it's way deep into my body. Pleasure would ripple through me causing my nipples to become hard. I would ride it's length with abandon, drops of perspiration ran down the small of my back as I fucked it to a state of breathlessness. Oooh. 5x6. 5" cut!.
One particular day, I was sitting in my hotel room naked and beating my 8-1/2" cock while construction workers repaired the hotel work just outside my room. They're really hot but there is one especially that makes me want to cum. He's a gorgeous 6'2" blonde hunk and he just took off his shirt to wipe his chest and his brow as he's covered in sweat. He tastes salty!
The note said that he should not change after the game. It was finally time. He had been looking forward to this for such a long time. The note did not spell it out, but he knew it was time he knelt down to wrap his mouth around his friends dick.
Joe lubes the plug and a finger. Joe works the lube into is waiting asshole and wonders what would Tony's cock feel like. Joe slow inserts the plug feeling his muscular ass tense and as the plug pulls into place deep in his hole. Joe pulls on his underwear then pulls them off and pulls on a jockstrap. Tony misses his pickup but it will not be back from the body shop for several days.
Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school.
When I started my collection in high school a few years ago the predominate color was white and the material rough cotton, now there is such a variety of colors and materials. Variety has become the spice of life and I for one love it. I am currently a freshmen at State college.
I enjoyed fantasizing about guys I met on the Club Stroke Chat, because some are very congenial people and I'd found them very attractive. This time my fantasy was to be about "Ernest," with whom I'd cyber-jacked after finding out we both had foreskins. Then came the surprise.
The office made me nervous, it was completely in white. I had come here because my friends had recommended this place as having the best masseus ever, well that and the fact that the guy was suppose to be this major hottie. I told the hot receptionist that I had an appointment for a full body massage.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
It had been a long spring semester at Tech. His first year had been filled with a lot of emotional strain and academic pressure as a result of performance expectations from his family. A two week rest of solitude and quiet would be a welcome relief before he had to start his summer job.
It was three am, it was as hot as hell and I could not sleep. I had already kicked all my sheets on to the floor, and was lying on the bed, bare-ass naked, and it hadn't cooled me down a bit. There was no circulation and no air-conditioning on the fifth floor of our ratty old dorm, and the humidity was unbelievable. There was nothing for it but a little self-pleasure.
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.
We both thought nothing of walking around naked in the room, as there was no one around who would be offended. For me, I enjoy watching Jeff all naked, as he had a beautiful body, one that any man would love to have or just to love. Jeff was muscular in all the right places, with one of the most delicious looking butts one would ever love to get their hands on.
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