Marc and I have been lovers for several months. Marc is 28 and a fine hunk of man. He works out at a local gym keeping his body in fine tune. He has a large chest and broad shoulders. His ass is round and tight which he shows off wearing tight blue jeans. I love for him to be shirtless and just wearing his jeans. Sometimes I just rip them off and blow him from being turned on by seeing him this way. His chest is almost hairless, just a few strands of hair between his pecs. His cock is large, about 8 inches and almost 2 inches around. He loves sucking and fucking, which we do almost daily. I dont like working out but keep in shape jogging and playing tennis.
I am 30 and have brown hair and brown eyes and a hairy chest which turns Marc on. He likes to come on my chest because the hairs give him a "sensation like no other". Marc and I talk alot about our fantasies. Lots of times we talk about a certain guy we may have seen in the course of our day, and fantasize about sex with this person. We describe our fantasy to the other and usually end up fucking because we are so turned on. There is a guy I work with, named Ron, that has these deep blue eyes that just seem to penetrate to my soul when I talk to him. He has a great ass!! You know the type, the kind of ass you have to physically restrain yourself from grabbing....nice, round, firm, meaty. Alas, he is straight, he talks about having a girlfriend. ::sigh::
As I have said, Marc and I talk about our fantasies. One of mine is to have a threesome. Marc and I have been very faithful to each other and so I have never told Marc about this particular fantasy. Im not sure how he would react. But one night, Marc came home from the gym and told me about this guy he saw at the gym. He described how this guy is fine! Marc saw him working out, then he saw the guy in the showers. "The guy was hung like a horse", Marc said. I dont know what made me say it, but I said "Why dont you get to know him, maybe we can have him over some day, you know, a threesome?" Marc didnt say anything at first then he said, "Well, maybe". Then Marc turned over and went to sleep. I thought, "You really fucked up that time". I just knew I had said the wrong thing.
A couple of weeks passed and Marc seemed kinda distant. And he got a couple of phone calls that when I asked who it was, he would just say it was his boss or something like that. I was worried. I knew Marc was seeing someone else. But I didnt want to give the impression of being like a suspicious wife or something like that so I just bit my tounge and tried to forget it.
One day, it was a Friday and MY Birthday! At work, all I could think of was getting home and fucking Marc all night long. I got home and Marc wasnt there. Hmmmmm. Perhaps he is buying me a gift? Yeah, thats it, he is buying me a gift. I putter around the apartment and soon I hear Marc's car. He's Home!!!! He comes in and all he says is hello. He goes into the bedroom and changes clothes. He is going to the gym he says. Yeah, right, I thought to myself. He says he will be home in a while and then leaves. "Fuck YOU" I thought. I grabbed the nearest bottle of tequila and began to get drunk.
The bottle of tequila was about half gone when I heard Marc's car. I was pretty drunk and had worked up a really good head of steam when he came in. I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind when I saw Ron (the guy from my job) come in behind Marc. Ron comes in and over to me, grabs me by the ass and says "I hear you like my ass." With eyes as big as plates, I look at Marc and he says "Happy Birthday!"
You see, the guy Marc had seen at the gym was Ron, although he didnt know it at the time. And when I mentioned the threeway, Marc got to know Ron and they compared notes and found out Ron worked with me. Ron also confessed to Marc that even though he has a girlfriend, he likes guys too.
I have not had a shower for three days. I had developed a strong manly order from the work and exertion of the last few days. I was looking forward to getting back to the truck, get back to town, cleaned up and go cursing town for a man. I am still about a mile from the parking area, when I hear footsteps on the trail ahead of me. I spot through the trees a single man.
We were hippies in high school, and now we are suits in office jobs. He came by one Saturday night to my apartment and insisted we call up an escort service and get blow jobs. He was drunk, but he knew what he was doing. His wife was a bitch and he knew I would go for it. We'd had threesomes where we shared a girl before so I knew his cock was huge. I started thinking about his cock.
And I found them. There were several that set off my gay-dar but the best was Bount. He had a feel about him that I found tempting. Many the times he would find my gaze mindlessly locked on him. And every time he would just give a smile and continue on his way. It always seemed that our paths would never cross. The only time we were ever together was in the presence of others.
Tom and Gary are room mates and lovers. Tom was tall and blond, while Gary on the other hand was short and dark. Tom looks at his boyfriend naked form and his huge penis with excited lust!
To me it's like a fine wine or an expensive brandy -- something to be savored, for the taste of it in my mouth, the feel of it in my throat, and the pungent aroma of it. I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. The first cum I tasted was my own, but this is the story of other tastings.
It had been three days ago that he asked me to accompany him to "an event" at Club Rub, but mentioned nothing about what the event was. Any kind of sexual experience with Duncan was for me sufficient motivation to go long with him on this. I was right, but in ways I could not then have imagined.
Though the tuition was a little bit high and the school was very conservative, I got more than my fair share of cock. A lot of Daddy's little rich kids liked getting their young dicks sucked and I didn't mind doing the work. Basketball practice was on every Friday afternoon at 12:30. The whole locker room used to reek of jock sweat and clothes were always littering the benches.
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.
I was just conferred my rank as corporal when the company was sent three new recruits. We were stationed in Germany, about 3 miles from the Danish border, and so Americans were few and far between. I found more hot and horny German boys that American boys did little to interest me.
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.
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.
That tied it one-one. Rob knew the strategy for the time remaining. Be passive and unmovable until Brown became frustrated and began to be foolish, and then reverse him to win the match. Brown wrapped his right arm around his waist and flattened his hand on Rob's stomach. Quickness.
The eyebrow piercing matches the two piercings in my lower lip, full boy lips. I open my mouth as wide as it will go, pretty wide, and stick out my tongue, it's long and pierced. I roll my tongue ring around as I stare at my reflection, my naked flesh looking back at me with as much sexual tension and pent up anticipation as I've offered it.
We had dined together periodicly, but they had always kept their sex life a private matter they never discussed with me. It was clear that they were gay and I knew they had been living together for at least six years. To be honest, I had never had sex with two others simultaneously.
Jerry and I trade glances as the coach puts us through a thorough exercise program. Finally we head to the showers together and I know I will get to see him nude.
The first thing I did was to turn Ron around and grab his ass. I rubbed my hand all across it and felt the meaty butt as I had so often fantasised about. It was heaven! I then pulled his shirt from his pants and ran my hands under it, feeling his hunky body. He turned around and took off his shirt, with my hands still roaming around on his torso. I then dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants and stripped him. He stood there in his briefs with a large bulge. I rubbed his dick through the cloth and then pulled them off. He did have a dick like a horse! His cock was already hard and long with a large tangle of black hair surrounding it.
I took the large cock in my mouth and again grabbed his ass to pull his body closer to mine. He began to face fuck me, pushing his long dick into my mouth and then pulling out so that only the head was left in. My tongue twirled around the lemon-sized head and explored the piss slit. I looked up at his face and he smiled down at me. I then stood up and looked at Marc. I told Marc to get naked and follow me into the bedroom. As we walked (was more like ran) into the bedroom, I stripped naked and layed down on the bed. I instructed them to kneel at my head with their dicks in my face so I could suck them both.
Soon, I had two large cocks in my face to suck. I had my hands on them both, directing them to my wet mouth. At one point I had them both in my mouth. Then, I focused my attention on Ron. His large nuts would slap my face as I sucked on his dick. Marc began to stroke his dick watching me give head to Ron. "Suck his dick!" he demanded. And I did! Marc reached down and rubbed his cock in my face as I sucked on Ron's dick. Ron began to breath fast, his cock became rock hard and he moaned with a gush of juice ejecting out of his dick and into my mouth. Marc came too letting his come coat my face.
Then they began to kiss and I could see thier tongues ex plore each others mouth. They then moved down to my crotch and Marc took my nuts into his mouth as Ron sucked on my cockhead. I put my hands on the backs of thier heads and ran my fingers through their hair as they pleasured me. They would lick and suck my dick and nuts then come up for air and french kiss then turn thier attention back to my crotch. It didnt take long before I was coming in buckets into Ron's mouth. Some come was on his lips and Marc licked it off.
We took a break from the action to get a drink and smoke some weed. Ron was laying next to me and I again rubbed his ass. I parted his asscheeks for Marc to get a good look. Marc then got the KY jelly and lubed up his cock and placed the head at Ron's hole. Ron got up on all fours and let Marc fuck him. I positioned myself under Ron and tongued at his dick while Marc fucked him. I talked to Marc, telling him to fuck Ron's ass real good. Marc's dick plunged in and out of the Ron's ass, his nuts slapping agains my face as he did so. Ron's dick was hard again and I ran my tongue over the shaft as Marc impaled him with his cock. Ron leaned his head down to where my crotch was and began to suck my dick. We must have held this position for 30 minutes, it seemed, then Marc gave one final shove into Ron's ass and came like an animal. We then colapsed into a heaving breathing, sweaty mass of man-bodies. Since Ron and I still had hard dicks, we went into a sixty-nine. Marc would rub on our bodies and coach us, saying "Suck that cock, you guys, Suck!" I loved the feel of Ron's hard dick in my mouth.
I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and rubbed the large globes of meat as I sucked on his large shaft. When he came, he almost drowned me with his come. I let his cock out of my mouth but continued to rub it into my face until I came in his.
And I decided I needed sex more often, so I decided to find someone I could trust and pay for it. Sex is sex, love is love. I decided a few years ago to go for it and get as much sex, as safely as possible, as I could. And I'd pay for it because I was tired of the bathhouse and bar pick-up scene.
When I heard a knock at the door. I arose to answer it to see who it could be at such and early hour. As I slowly open the door to my apartment, I was shocked to see who it was. It was a man whom I hadn't seen in many years but recoginized instantly. It was Sydney Bolling. The first man I had ever had a relationship with. It was an ok job. We talked to each other about everyting. I wish she had.
I look around on the big empty barracks. Due to some extra work I had this morning off. This is a great opportunity for jerking off. I seize the opportunity and start my day with some cum spraying. Let us see what else the day brings.
Natick, Massachusetts, is in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I was quite sure they still defined "gay" as happy. It wasn't until my third day there, on my lunch-break, that I happened to have some extra time to kill and wandered into the little shopping center across the road from where we were having classes. While there, I had to take a leak. and I do mean LOTS. I tapped back.
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.
Calvin was a new student, bussed in from another neighborhood. Timothy grew up in the spacious affluent suburbs, while Calvin grew up in the hot and horny crowded inner-city -- but they both quickly realized that they shared the same interests in video games, music videos and girls. It didn't take long for Timothy to invite Calvin to come to his house one day afterschool. Timothy led the way.
I was outside of the museum writing in my journal when I noticed a rather peculiar cop biking around me. There usually isn't a guy who escapes my eye and I do love flirting with cops, sailors and firemen, but it is rare to find one returning the favor. I am a cute fella, but those guys are meant to be very ethical and serious about their jobs.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
I knew there was such a thing as fucking but that was not a common thing around where I lived. Anyway, I was 18 and a sophomore in highschool. I wasn't a jock but neither was I a nerd. I took phy-ed with the rest of the guys in my class. I was a little on the slim side but my penis was very well developed; much larger than the other guys. Anyway. I got in and he started the car going.
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
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.
The night started out well. I saw a guy who was maybe in his late thirties leave the whirlpool, and I noticed his solid build and masculine face. He had brown hair, dark eyes, and a sporty sense about him. I followed him upstairs to the blowjob room. I stood next to him for a minute before I knelt down and sucked his cock into my mouth. He stood quietly in the corner. He lay back and enjoyed it.
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.
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...
I had just returned from military basic training and married my first wife. I got a part-time job chauffeuring a businessman around who had lost his drivers license. Since his business was selling freezer plans to consumers, most of his appointments were at night.
I spread the drop of lube around the front of his bell-shaped swollen purple cock-head with one fingers as I held the shaft with the other hand. At the same time, I felt Phil's warm fingers clasping my engorged cock, gently stripping the long thick foreskin back from my turgid glans, then covering it again.
Neither of us are stunningly good looking, and we also had girlfriends. Although, from quite an early age I was interested in men and noticed Tony's tight trousers and the very obvious bulge in the front. My big problem is denial, and it comes across in a very negative fashion, both verbally and occasionally physically. They don't know about us either. But nevertheless it has to be done.
It has become a nightly ritual, one I love. He stands there in the light of the moonlit window, his eyes getting adjusted to the semi dark. He is naked and his cock is standing out, hard and at the ready. I can almost taste its sweetness. But, then, I am supposed to be asleep. It comes softly as he moves his hand along my nakedness and comes to rest at the base of my cock.
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