It was a warm and sunny day in Montreal and I had just finished my summer course the day before and I had four days of vacation until I start my full time summer job as a cashier at a "depanneur" (drugstore). 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 dried myself off and I put protecting sun tanning lotion on and wore a white t-shirt and some torn jeans short. I put my sunglasses on and a Canadiens cap and decided to go around on my bicycle in downtown and Old Montreal.
I like taking bicycle rides. Sometimes I see a hot dude on a bicycle and find myself following him for a while. I was enjoying belle Montre'al and the weather was so nice. Great looking Montrealers were all over the place and a great number of them were wearing shorts, making their gorgeous legs available for admiration. I got to Old Montreal and decided to lay on the grass of the Old Port. I don't know if it was the great weather or just the exhibition of all those beautiful men around me, some of them were shirtless !
I drank some water and lay down on the grass, and I watched people around me. I was getting horny and wanted to get laid. It was around three o'clock in the afternoon. I then took a walk and I was back on my bike and headed to the Village Gai. It was Saturday afternoon and a lot of people were shopping and walking on Sainte Catherine Street. There's one cool place called La Terrasse du Village, it's like a sidewalk cafe/bar and it looked very busy and some of the men there were really cute ! It was my second summer in Montreal. I ordered a Molson DRY and smiled at the handsome blond barman and before I got to drink some of it, a tall, tanned gorgeous guy sat beside me at the open air bar, smiling at me, looking me straight in the eyes with his baby blue eyes. He had gel on his black hair and looked like the actor in Lois and Clark, The New Adventures of Superman !
We started talking, he turned out to be an American from Boston. His mother's family was French Canadian from Quebec but he spoke and very little French. He was all by himself, visiting Montreal for the second time. He had met some of his relatives in Quebec City and was on vacation. He works at a bank in Boston. He's 25, 6' tall, about 185 pounds, and had very well developed muscles. We spent about an hour and a half talking. I am not used to alcohol so I felt that I was getting drunk and I was really turned on by this American ! I had my hand on his thigh and we were almost hugging in the Terrasse. He told me that he was staying at a Bead and Breakfast place two blocks away so we went there, I was very excited. It was a very cheesy place. They had a tacky outdoor pool and five other guys were suntanning and swimming. We got to his room and I just felt like going to bed because of the alcohol. I lay on the bed and we start kissing. I had a huge hardon, my new friend noticed it and gently helped me out of my shorts, kissed my hard hairy thighs and took my throbbing cock out of my white underwear and licked it. I was drunk and had a big smile on my face. I wanted him to give me a blow job so bad.
He first licked and sucked on my big cum filled balls and I started moaning and I put my hands on his head, caressing his gelled hair. He licked my cock and then sucked on the head of my dick. He then took all of it inside his hot mouth and began slowly sucking me off while he played with my balls. I closed my eyes, relaxed and enjoyed every moment of it. I was close to coming and I told him, he held my dick with his hand and stroked it a couple of times and I shot a big load, my juice quickly covered his face and chest. I screamed, moaned and shivered. He then kissed me and caressed my body. I fell asleep in his arms for about an hour then we took a shower together, I massaged his body under the water. he had the cutest tight smooth bubble butt I had ever seen.
I knelled down, licked and kissed his butt, I spread his hot ass cheeks with my hands and dove into his ass crack with my tongue. I had never done this before. He was moaning with pleasure and his dick was getting hard, I continued tonguing him for a while then I told him that I wanted to suck his big tool. I hungrily took his fat dick in my mouth, I wanted to choke on that piece of meat, I sucked his dick faster and faster until he came, right there on my chest in the bath tub.
I had a wonderful three days with that guy and I plan to visit him in two weeks in Boston!
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.
And, I'm talking complete physical. For the past several years, I had seen this older doctor, but he retired, so they set up an appointment with this new doctor who had just been hired. He was straight out of medical school. He was only about 28 years old, and looked about 21. We had gotten to know each other a little bit on lunch breaks and stuff.
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.
I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men's cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have "cheated" and had sex with men.
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.
He was starting work as the head football coach at a mid-size mid-western university. At 32 years of age, 6'2" and 180, he was different from most college coaches: he was physically fit and young. Not only did he have to get used to a new community and a new job, but his young son, Randall Jr, 18 years of age, needed time to adjust. At 5'4" and 110 #, Randall Jr.
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.
My best friend Charlie (a girl) and I were planning on going out for a night on the town, stopping at a few of our favorite bars along the way. We donned our warmest coats, gloves, scarves and hats (very carefully to avoid mussing our hair) and left, locking the door behind us.
Noone else was there. I was relaxing, soaking up the sun and closing my eyes. Suddenly I felt someone massaging my shoulders. I figured it was just one of my female friends, since I couldn't picture a guy doing that to me. The massage was wonderful. I kept my eyes closed and kept saying, harder, higher, lower, perfect. The mystery person was doing it harder and better.
My first semester was a very confusing time for me; it was the first time I'd been away from home for any considerable length of time, and it was the first time I was confronted with my burgeoning sexuality. Now I was away at college, 500 miles from home. Jeff was the first one I met.
The physical exhaustion overcomes the brain's urge to rehash your day, over and over again, so that you can get a restful sleep. It also does wonders in making sure that you don't end up with an ass the size of Manhattan Island. When I moved here, after getting a job straight out of college, the first thing I did after finding an apartment was to find a health club.
In real life, I'd almost never had the opportunity to dock another guy, because my glans is so big and fills my long and rubbery foreskin. I closed my eyes and imagined running into a new neighbor at the post office. I stroked my foreskin lightly as I fantasized, dulling the itch in my ridge.
Sure, I was horny and cruising, but it was 3 AM, and Circus wasn't going to be of much use. But what the hell. As I parked a block from the bookstore, I noticed another car park as well. As I got out of my car, so did he. What a body!. He was taller than me, must've been about 6' or so, slim, and definitely young, even younger than me. He looked in my direction and gave me a shy smile.
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.
Twenty years later it remains one of the most erotic episodes of my life. I'd come to terms with my sexual orientation during my first year of high school, yet I still retreated into what I thought was the safety of my closet around all but my closest friends and family.
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