My hands go into my waistband and I pull my swim trunks down off my hairy hips, down my wide thighs, past my shins. I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa.
Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water.
The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. The ceilings here are high and echoey and there are nice skylights that allow the moonlight to duck and show between fall clouds.
I have the place to myself. The only sound is the water burbling and sizzling and lap lapping on the sides of the spa and the sound of the spa motor purring.
I rub the hairy skin of my belly and feel the treated water slipping little bubbles between the hair follicles. My belly is large and manly and my chest is covered in thick brown hair with an occasional white one here and there. There is water dripping from my beard onto my chest and my arms feel light and gently massaged by the spa water. I can feel the stiffness of the day sliding off my broad shoulders into the hot bubbling water. I wiggle my toes in the water and feel happy.
I'm a big wet daddy bear soakin' naked in a hot tub.
With the place to myself, I stretch out my legs and scratch my big hairy bush and feel the bubbles from the spa tickle my lap. My ballsack relaxes in the hot water and stretches into the monstrous bullball size it gets when loose. I tug on the skin, stretch it out to its farthest flexibility. My balls feel large and full and move loosely in the ballsack. The water touches every centimeter of my ballsack and I begin to slowly pet the skin there, lightly touching the skin and feeling the nice sensation. My fingertips stroke the skin of my sack gently, playing with the hair and feeling the bumps and wrinkles there. My dick begins to stir with each touch and pull of my balls.
I was a teacher's assistant, or "office boys" as we were called. I was in the boy's locker room two times a day. For me it was like dying and going to heaven twice a day. There were three of us per period and we had various duties, the best of which was passing out the towels from the "towel cage".
And if you know jocks, we like to wear jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn't wear a jock at all, just puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his prick is so large that the pants do well to support it. He seems to always be mad, so I normally just say 'hi' and walk on by.
I had watched him walk to and from the showers with his dick swinging thru football season and basketball season and now almost thru baseball season. I dreamed about how long and big his cock must be when its hard, and just had to find out. I had tried every trick in my book but hadn't gotten to first base. So I made the final decision.
There was an area on nearby Lake Travis that was known for nudity. I'd even gone there once with my wife and enjoyed the nudity. There is something about being naked in public that I enjoy a lot. It is still there and I believe you can still go nude but now its a county park called Hippie Hollow Park. I'd heard that there was a gay section of the park. Those boulders were covered with naked men.
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.
One evening, I went to swim about 10PM. Very few people were around so I had the place to myself. When I was done, I went to the locker room and then to the showers. A few minutes later, an Asian guy came in and stood at the shower across from mine. He was very thin and smooth, but had a thick black bush and a large hard cock. He noticed me looking and kept on showering. I said I wouldn't min.
Atlanta, the closest place, was 150 miles away. There was nothing else of any consequence close to the school. My company included the football team. One night I went out to the latrine to take a piss. It was late, as lights were out. One of the football players was pissing next to me.
About two decades ago, I was a young Boatswain's Mate on a relatively small ship (about 3000 tons) in the USCG. Our deployments often took us out for as long a three months, and so a considerable degree of horniness was attained by the crew at large. However, a system had emerged. Not that I didn't catch a couple anyway.
The term "circle jerk" was a misnomer because we didn't sit around in a circle, but more in a row. We usually held our sessions at my friend Marty's apartment, where he'd lined up a row of chairs on one side of his queen size bed. All of us had a few things in common: We were in our middle twenties, we all had average sized dicks, about six inches, and we were all single.
I had become worried that my conservative family and friends would discover that I had been sexually submitting myself to a black man. I tried but could not stop thinking about Derrick working me over with his hot black dick and gave in to my animal desires. I rang the bell to his place and to my surprise a cute 20-something blond guy opened the door. "Hi I'm Kyle. They're expecting you.
The saggy tits, no ass, basic shuffle to their walk, and other behaviors that we all know that accompany men of the elderly group. I guess there's that part in all of us where attitude rears its ugly little head and it has always done so with me. Seniors and fat men just could never get my balls burning. It seems that since I made the shift I have more opportunities with all sorts of men.
Bogey could only look forward to Friday! He was tall, 6' 1" a solid 220 pounds of former college line-backer. Bogey was furry; hairs curling out of his open shirt collar and his sleeves. He had a short but flat top in mixed salt & pepper. Bogey's nuts ached. It had been DAYS since he had shot a load. On Friday he was going to an all male camp and looked forwared to sucking and fucking like crazy.
They get twice as much work as they pay us for now, and the whole point of a per diem expense allowance is to keep the book-keeping smile, Ken declared, verbally twisting my arm. He had a point. Hurst, however, was an entirely different matter. We'd both heard that before.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
I'm married to a 66 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past nine months i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide anal sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. no, into loving a man with my body. his semen. He so needs me.
I tell you that you should make plans to be gone for the weekend, and that you should worry about nothing, but to be dressed casually when I arrive. I arrive on time, and knock gently on your door. You open it with a flourish, and smile warmly. I step in, acknowledging the unspoken greeting.
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.
The sleek black machine sped along the macadam, hugging the tight curves and cruising over the long straight-a-ways. My destination? Nowhere. Everywhere! I was on my own; free. No questions to answer; no explanations to make up; no strings attached. There were no regrets. A few happy moments to remember.
Surprisingly quickly I got used to it as I slowly drove down the main street fascinated by the clouds of steam and glimpses of an erupting geyser. My main concern was to locate the Ward Baths and to experience the excitement of nude bathing in the MEN ONLY pool.
I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful dream. In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack and watch TV.
Friend at work suggests we should go for a swim. Little did I know what was expecting me. He undresses in front of me to put on his trunks. I am loving the view. Hoping that I will get to taste that cock soon. My hand wants to touch his dick.
I grab my ballsack at its base, my fingers circling the tubes and skin, and I pull steadily down on them. My balls go taut in the sack at the end and bulge like eggs in a bag. A hot strong horny feeling moves up from my balls to my dick and gets it thinkin' hard about the situation.
"Aww," I say out loud. The groan echoes and the echo kinda turns me on a bit. My cock is definitely gettin' ideas now, growing to a nice semi-hardness. I look down into the water and see my cock bobbing around in the jets like a happy puppy dog's tail.
I reach down and pull the skin back on my cock. The heat of the water on my exposed cockhead is delicious and my cock instantly gets harder than stone. Can't help it. I'm a fuckin' man, after all. My cock likes any attention it can get.
My fingertips play along the tube at the bottom of my cock, running lightly up and down the length of it, touching lightly. My cock throbs with the rhythm of my horny heart and my fingers follow the rhythm and move to the bottom of my glans, touching that hypersensitive spot there where the skin bunches under my cockhead. I rub that place in tiny circles and feel my cock throb throb to the touch.
"Aww, yeah," I whisper. The whisper echoes like a dozen men whispering back, "Aww yeah, aww yeah, aww yeah." My eyes close and I lean my head back against the concrete sides of the spa. I lick my lips and taste the strange salty chemical taste of the water which makes me think of licking the hot taut skin of a hairy horny man. My tongue riding up the side of his hip in that flat smooth place below the belly and above the thigh.
"Do it, yeah," I say out loud. The echoes are nice, "Do it yeah, do it," riding over the rumble of the spa jet. I put my hand all the way around the shaft of my cock and begin the pressure of full jackoff movement down to the base of my cock and slowly skin sliding up to the head.
"Aww yeah," I say, feeling the muscle throb of my cock in my fist. I jerk for a bit, slowly but squeezing my cock hard, and rapidly I feel my balls responding, rumbling in the jets, ready to cum. I take a deep breath as I feel the wave of cumming rise up from my balls into my seventh chakra.
Fuck. Too soon to cum. I release my cock, let it calm without allowing it to throb. Control. Breath. Squeeze my eyes, not my cock.
I open my eyes and look around. Only the spa, the pool, the moonlight through the skylight and me. My balls have calmed down enough now and I stopped the cum rising and I know now I can start again.
I pull my skin back over my cockhead, pinch the skin closed. A pearl of precum beads out from the foreskin and rises like a bubble in the water.
My hand goes around my cock again, but lightly this time, barely touching the skin. The treated water acts like a lubricant and I slide my hand gently up and down my shaft. It tickles and feels so horny good and occasionally my hand catches on some veiny skin and tugs and I feel my cock respond again and again.
I sigh a big heavy sigh. God I could use a horny motel clerk right about now. Or maybe a crew of horny pool guys.
"So fuckin' horny," I say out loud. The echoes make me hard. I groan out loud. Groan, groan, groan, it echoes.
Shifting my ass, I get a little lower in the spa. The jet bubbles are right below my neck. I push my hips up so that my cock is visible just below the surface of the boiling bubbling water. The jets are blowing directly at my ass and I can feel my pink hairy hole twitching open and closed with the water pressure. My body floats up fully hard and horny and ready for some serious solo time.
My hand moves to my cock. I slide the foreskin back again, feeling the slick hot water against the glans.
It's time.
I grab my cock in my fist and begin pounding. My breath catches in my chest and my head feels spinning dizzy with the pure horny craziness of it. I hear the slop slop slop of my hand so near the surface of the water, pounding my cock into a frothy frenzy. My balls rumble and churn, changing position in the sack, ready to make this a good one. My ass twitches and twitches, hungry for something to fill it. My hand flies again and again from the base of my cock to its head.
"Aww!" I holler. The echo is ferocious. An orgy of men standing around the spa jacking furiously above me. "Aww! Aww!" they holler. My eyes shut to the image of the men in a hot grand circle jerk. The muscles of their chests flexing and their biceps flexing and unflexing above me as they pound furiously on their rockhard cocks. Big cocks and thick cocks and cocks all cocked and ready to cream down on me.
My cock is ready to go, my balls are signaling again. Shit, I ain't stoppin' it this time!
In my mind, a hot hairy trucker lets loose with a stream of ropey cum. It dribbles down on my forehead. My balls rumble and jerk. In my mind, a muscle boy leans his head back and says, "Yeah!" as his hard twisted cock spews his cum down on my chin. "Yeah!" I yell, feeling the throb of my cock in my fist as the cum moves like lava into my lower chakra. In my mind, a chubby man's fleshy tits wiggle as his cock lets forth a solid stream of cum that splashes onto my lips.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
In my mind, a thin, dark business man lets loose with throb after throb of pearly cum. A blonde, blue-eyed cub with creamy skin and curly furry chest creams forth his cum directly into my mouth. In my mind, I'm surrounded by horny men cumming down on my floating, beatin' off body. My cock explodes and I scream out.
"Aww!!"
"Aww, aww, aww!"
The cum rushes out my cockhead. Streaming out all ropey and sticky into the spa.
"Fuck yeah," I say. The orgy of men say, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah" as they all let loose their cum down on my hairy daddy bear body.
My cock drains out and my toes curl down and my body trembles with the hot horny sensation of cumming. My head swims somewhere between fantasy and moonlit steam.
I sit back in the spa. My eyes open. Strings of cum froth around in the spa water. My cock trails a last thread of cum from its tip. My breath staggers to normal.
A pearl of my cum lolls against my belly. I scoop it up and lick it in. Nice salty daddy bear sperm. Nice after-spa aperitif.
I smile and groan softly. The men in my mind groan back. What a nice hot time that was.
"Thank you," I say out loud.
The men at the spa reply, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." And are gone.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
While I like to give head, the kind of guys that I am attracted to tend to want me to be more passive. Let me describe myself first. I'm 5'10", 185 pounds, and I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have a pretty muscular build and I lift weights 3 times per week to stay in shape. My arms and chest are firm.
I was sitting by myself and he was looking for a place to sit but there were no empty seats. He came over to me and asked if he could sit down at my table since every other table was full. I motioned for him to have a seat. He introduced himself as Carlos. I introduced myself and smiled as he sat across from me.
He is gifted with super powers of x-ray vision, speed, strength, smarts, and good looks. He is 5'7 with brown hair, eyes that changes color, six pack abs, and amazing lips. He also have a "spider sense", but in his cast he calls it danger sense. Evan abilities came about when he turned 18 this summer. During the summer his abilities keep on growing and he also picked up karate.
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.
The term "circle jerk" was a misnomer because we didn't sit around in a circle, but more in a row. We usually held our sessions at my friend Marty's apartment, where he'd lined up a row of chairs on one side of his queen size bed. All of us had a few things in common: We were in our middle twenties, we all had average sized dicks, about six inches, and we were all single.
My name is Zane I am a 26 yo well hung white male with lot's of dark silky body hair, full head of black hair ( when not shaved or clipped short), 6' tall, 175#, muscular and handsome 7 1/2 uncut. I love to play with hair, shaving, buzz cuts. He said a friend would be over for a flat top and some body trimming the next night. I stripped and took John's place in the chair.
We'd cyber-jacked a few times, then gotten into fantasy as well. Fantasy had the advantage that anything went, because "safe sex" was irrelevant. This Saturday afternoon I lay back in my recliner, with glycerin lube and lots of paper towels, and began another fantasy. We'd decided to meet at a hotel in the mid-West this time, and when I arrived I asked for Bob's room.
I had become worried that my conservative family and friends would discover that I had been sexually submitting myself to a black man. I tried but could not stop thinking about Derrick working me over with his hot black dick and gave in to my animal desires. I rang the bell to his place and to my surprise a cute 20-something blond guy opened the door. "Hi I'm Kyle. They're expecting you.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
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.
They bought things on their trip and had them sent home and I received their almost daily deliveries from UPS. The UPS guy was about 23, dark skinned, wiry and dark haired. When the weather started getting warmer, he came to the door in his summer uniform, showing off his hairy arms and legs. He smiled and said the weather was getting warmer and it felt good to be wearing shorts.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
I'm not meaning that he's very good explaining the subjects but that he's a very good shape. Well, he explains OK too. I loved him since the first day I looked at him entering in class. He's very young, only 4 years older than me or so. As, I'm sure, you have guessed yet, I'm a gay boy.
The sleek black machine sped along the macadam, hugging the tight curves and cruising over the long straight-a-ways. My destination? Nowhere. Everywhere! I was on my own; free. No questions to answer; no explanations to make up; no strings attached. There were no regrets. A few happy moments to remember.
I'm married to a 66 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past nine months i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide anal sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. no, into loving a man with my body. his semen. He so needs me.
He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. He was talk, dark and handsome. However his most striking feature was his big and thick cock. He was a poor Indian construction worker, who sweated all day in the hot sun to earn just enough to cover his own bare necessities. At 22 years old, Abdullah had already had sex with lots of men.
I finally felt free, free to do whatever I wanted without having to worry that someone was going find out or have to "clean up" any evidence. My parents were cool with it, and so was everyone else. I had met Franklin through a friend of mine and he seemed cool. ok I had a total crush on him. thats right 9 pack abs! I had no idea that was possible.
A figure in white, there, down there. His grandfather's long-johns clothing his youthful frame tightly, so I could see every contour. He was standing by a shady pool, looking down on his reflection, a young narcissus. He unbuttoned the front, pulled his arms out, the golden shoulders bared, the valley running down the middle of his back.
It was coming up on the time to celebrate our 10th anniversary so my wife and I booked a cruise to the Bahamas. We had a wonderful time and the sex was great as usual, but walking through the pool area everyday and seeing all those men in bikinis and swim trunks was getting me so hot to have a man. It had been several months since my last man to man experience and I was really horned up for one.
This is really a true story and if you have had similar experiences or would like to discuss this I might be interested but would want to do it privately.
My imagination develops the plot while I slowly and lovingly stroke my cock, bringing it gradually to the brink. One afternoon I stripped naked, grabbed some paper towels, and lay back to enjoy another fantasy about mutual jacking. In this one, I was in the hospital for prostate surgery. In real life, I have a slightly swollen prostate as do many 60 year old men, but do not need surgery.
We'd cyber-jacked a few times, then gotten into fantasy as well. Fantasy had the advantage that anything went, because "safe sex" was irrelevant. This Saturday afternoon I lay back in my recliner, with glycerin lube and lots of paper towels, and began another fantasy. We'd decided to meet at a hotel in the mid-West this time, and when I arrived I asked for Bob's room.
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