I met Mr. Anderson when he came into our store to purchase a suit--he's the vice-president of the big national bank down the street from where I work. When he first walked into the men's department, I couldn't help but whistle to myself as I appraised the man: about 6'4" & 260 pounds of hot man meat! He had thinning blond hair that was graying at the temples & gorgeous steel-grey eyes. But it was that thick blond mustache that made my mouth water & hustle my ass over to see what he needed.
He told me that because he was so big he always needed to get his suits custom made--he hated the "big & tall" men's stores. I nodded & had my professional mask on as we talked about suit styles & fabrics but the entire time my dick was thickening in the jockstrap I wore under my own dark three-piece suit. I led him into one of our private fitting rooms; it's furnished with a couple of plush chairs, an antique console & a dais surrounded by mirrors to stand on while you're getting fitted & measured. Being the manager of the department, I normally would have a tailor come in to measure the client but this was something I fully intended on doing all by myself!
We chatted casually as I grabbed a tape measure & notepad from the console & told him to step onto the dais. Being so tall, he towered over me as I began to measure & note down all the particulars for his suit. I quickly got the professional part of the job done then slowed down so I could enjoy this hunk. I told him I was going to get his inseam & ran the tape measure from his pants cuff up into his crotch. As I firmly pressed the back of my hand into his crotch, an almost damp heat radiated from the firm lump.
Our casual banter had dwindled down to a silence heavy with anticipation. We kept making eye contact with one another in the surrounding mirrors. He softly made a comment about how much we contrasted: his big hulking blond looks compared to my dark slicked-back hair & goatee. We held our gaze for several long seconds before I again turned to him to continue our game. I told him I wanted to measure his waist again & had him face me: his groin was right in my face & it had definitely grown in size from when we first walked into the room. I looked up towards his face & found him staring directly into my eyes. He raised an eyebrow & then almost inaudibly whispered "do it son." I slowly pressed my face into his hot crotch & inhaled deeply. Under the expensive fabric & the faint scent of his aftershave, I definitely got a hint of the musk that was trapped under the confines of his suit. I inhaled deeply as he emitted a low growl of approval. I had dropped the tape measure & was now running my hands slowly up his thick legs. I massaged his solid calves thru his pants before reaching up to undo the zipper. His dick was encased in a pair of light blue boxer shorts--a dark spot of precum already darkening the material. I extended my tongue tip & lapped at the wet spot, tasting him thru his boxers. He again moaned & shoved his crotch into my face. I grabbed his beefy ass & massaged him thru the pants as he maneuvered to free his prick. When his cock flopped out of his boxers, my hunger went up another notch: he had a thick veiny foreskin that encased his thick meatstick. The pink head peeked out of the skin & another clear drop seeped out...I tongued the precum off the head then wrapped my lips around his cockhead & skinned him back using only my mouth until my nose was planted firmly into his sweaty matted dark blond pubic bush. He held my head in place as he watched our image in the mirror. He kept whispering how good I was making daddy feel with his cock lodged deep in my throat. I deep throated him several more times before he said he wanted to switch positions.
Slowly sliding his fat dick out of my mouth, I got onto the dais as Mr. Anderson stepped down. He had an intent serious look on his face as he leaned forward to bury his face in my crotch. Undoing my slacks, I let them slide down my legs so that my packed jockstrap was in his face. Mr. Anderson closed his eyes & began kissing & nibbling my packed jock. It was my turn to look at our reflection: me in my charcoal grey suit with the pants pooled around my ankles & Mr. Anderson fully clothed in his dark pinstripe suit with his big uncut prick hanging out yanking my jock down so that he could engulf my cock all the way into his hot wet mouth. I looked down as he continued to devour me; it was hot to see my black pubic curls tangling into his blond stach each time he deep throated me. This was too hot to last very long...after several hard wet sucks & with his tongue lashing the underside of my cock, I softly groaned & began to unload my heavy cream into his mouth. He pulled back just as the last spurt shot out & it landed squarely in his mustache. He looked up at me with a lustful twinkle in his eye & began beating his own raging meat. I quickly got off the platform then sat on it so that I could get a close up view of him pulling at his moist foreskin. Again extending my tongue, I began lapping at his piss slit while looking up into his eyes. He smiled down at me & in a low whisper said, "Here it comes son, get ready to eat your dad's cum!"
The first blast landed in the back of my throat then he shoved his cockhead into my mouth so that he flooded my mouth with a huge cum load that slithered wetly down my hungry throat. I kept him in my mouth savoring the salty taste of his orgasm as he sighed. A minute later, he helped me up & we smiled at one another as we straightened out our suits. Before heading out the dressing room with his suit order, I had Mr. Anderson lean down so that I could suck the remnants of my jism from his mustache. We swapped one last lingering tongue kiss before heading back to the selling floor.
As I escorted him towards the exit, I told him his suit would be ready in several days. He paused, handed me his business card & told me that he expected to see me for the next fitting.
You're making your way down the hall. Your steps are decidedly strong. Purposeful. I know what you're expecting of me. I won't let you down. You open the door in the room next to mine. You unzip your jeans and massage your dick through your boxers. You brush past a spot of wet fabric. You realize that your oozing pre-cum. My mouth is starting to water. Sometimes, I wonder what your name is.
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.
We are both insatiable cocksuckers - always hungry for a nice big cock to plow our mouths and boypussies. David was telling me he really wanted to get fucked, so I told him to say hi to my extremely hot and hung friend Ed who was also online at time. They decided to get together even though Ed also had another friend named Scott on his way over. Scott is great-looking. It's a hot scene.
Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. My eyes followed him to the escalator....
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.
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
I parked went in, relieved myself, and saw a note on the wall, check out the little red pickup in the lot. As I left I saw a red pickup parked near by with a man sitting in it. I walked over that way, turned and walked slowly by, very close. The man was smiling at me and I smiled back, then looked down in the open drivers window to see his hand holding a very nice big cock.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
For example, I found it impossible to stand next to another man in a crowded urinal in case, well, in case. I guess it all stemmed from my mother's warnings about men who were "dirty", as she called them, men who would do bad things to boys if they could. So, I always assumed the worst, even when I was grown to manhood myself.
Paul meets a well muscled man with dark hair, broad shoulders, perfect V-shape body and tight firm buttocks. He can not wait to get himself some of that.
They had, however made arrangements with the super to get me a key, so I was OK. The only problem was that my "guides" were gone, and I was left in an unfamiliar city alone. Pulling my handy gay guide out of a suitcase pocket, I set about locating myself, and something interesting to do that evening.
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.
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.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
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.
My Boyfriend is a stud. He is a 25 year old 180 lb hunk of man who spent several years in the air force. I am 21 years old and am the object of desire of most guys and girls I know. Our sex life is AWESOME. My boyfriend is so great in bed. I remember the first time we did it.
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. Then I have the place to myself.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
I knew quite a few of the guys who were sitting around in the low armchairs, and I nodded with a smile to several of them. I went over to the bar, ordered myself an orange juice and settled onto a stool. After a few minutes, a young Thai came over, ordered himself a Coke and sat on the stool next to mine. He nodded towards me and smiled. I glanced down his form.
I knocked on the door. Two men answer the door with smiles on their faces. They look me down once and then invite me in. They tell me to make myself comfortable in the bedroom. I proceed to lay sideways on the bed. One of them lays down in front of me and the other one lays down in back of me. Bobby is the one in front of me and the other one's name is Dan. It's sooo hard. It felt soooo good.
I was home for vacation from college and already bored. Most of my friends were still at school for another week and, having just turned 21, I was tired of drinking so I lay around the house. I had to go shopping for the holidays as usual but not being the type to look around in stores I put it off for as long as possible.
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