New Roommate With Huge Dick To Wrap My Lips Around
Joey was slowly unpacking his junk. His dad had just helped him to move into his room that he would be sharing with another guy for the school year. The guy on the reception desk had told Joey that he would be sharing with a new guy to the school by the name of Sandy. Both Joey and Sandy were in their second year and both majoring in math and physics.
Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. Joey looked up and saw an absolute Greek God struggling thru the door with two suitcases and a large cardboard box.
"Hi!!, I'm Sandy, I guess we're room-mates for the year."
The two guys looked each other up and down. Joey's eyes rested on Sandy's basket, Sandy sure had what seemed to be a real mouthful. His grey track pants outlined a massive cock, and Joey was aching to get his hands on it.
Sandy gave Joey the once over, and had to admire Joey's beautiful chest. Joey was only wearing a pair of gym shorts and was into weights in a big way. He had developed a beautiful chest, with just a whisper of hair, and had a rippling flat stomach. A trace of hair could be seen trickling down from Joey's navel and disapearring into his shorts.
"Boy, I have to find out where that hair leads to," Sandy said to himself," just wait 'til I get you into bed..."
First of all I am lucky that I get alot of attention from men. I have a smooth trim body from alot of swimming,dancing and aerobics in college. I have an awesome ass, round smooth and shapely. I love showing it off and knowing that I can get a man's dick to rise in their pants. At the time I was living in a upstairs apartment.
I did end up playing for a minor league team last spring and have been having the time of my life, both on and off the field. Once you've heard my story, you'll see what I mean. Shortly after arriving at spring training, I found myself befriended by two of the older players. We hit the showers.
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.
Here it was, Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, everybody else was packing up, heading home to a fantastic holiday, and he was stuck in Oxford, Mississippi, with nothing better to do than watch blurred cable television, and count the tiles in the ceiling of his dorm room.
m. He was with his friend Manuel who was also 19 years old but was from El Salvador. They wanted to watch some porno movies but the catch was that Manuel was straight and only wanted to see the "girlie" movies. He told his friend what I had and they agreed to come down and watch the film with me.
It felt so good to have tracy's thick 11 inch cock thrusting in and out his ass. The pain was overwhelming. m ark had never been fucked before, and especially like this. No matter how much lube he smeared in his ass, the pain just wouldn't go away. and at this point, mark didn't want it to.
My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by.
At the time I was at the age when I was hard up all the time for sex and I knew I leaned more towards guys so when my folks mentioned it I started packing my suitcase. My roomates name was Rick and was a real good looking guy. We hit it off instantly and became best of friends overnite...
My friend Harvey picked me up at the gas station just after 10 that special morning. After filling up my tank, I drove over to park beside his pickup truck. I got out of my car and walked around his truck. Getting into the cab, I slid in to sit on the seat besides him. After saying a few words, he started the engine and we drove down the road heading to our favorite place, the park.
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.
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.
Occasionally I had seen him here at the gym, I knew not his name or his address, but I knew I adored him. He normally seemed to go at a different time to me; I prefer to exhaust myself last thing at night. Usually I exercised in solitude, now there was another in the otherwise quiet, empty gymnasium.
I had been working out all year long and been taking a full school schedule. It was my first year of college and things had been going really well. I had decided to come back and stay with my parents for the summer to save on money. I noticed there was a new neighbor next door who must have moved in after I had graduated from high school. After a run we start talking and decide to work out together.
He had only recently finished vet school and had moved to Montana to take over the practice of a retiring veterinarian, old Doc Johnson. Although Mitch was trained in large animal and livestock medicine, the whole idea of having a practice of his own in a whole new place was pretty overwhelming at first....
From where i come from you don't really see that many people on the streets after dark. I finally ended up with a hotel room close to Grenwich village; a place that i finally thought i could find a safe haven in the gay lifestyle. I checked into room 934 so i could grab a shower, something i needed more than anything at the moment.
Sandy dropped his suitcases and put the cardboard box on the bed closest to the door. "O.K. if I take this one Joey?"
"Sure Sandy, I prefer to be by the window." Joey stuck out his hand, "Sure glad we're room-mates Sandy. I'm sure we'll get on really well together."
Sandy grabbed the outstreached hand, "I'm sure we will, Joey, I think we have a lot in common."
Sandy closed the door and then pulled his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it on the shelf in the cupboard. "Shit, I'm hot, hope I can find my shorts. I have to get into something cooler."
Sandy had a beautiful muscular chest and two powerful arms. He obviously worked out a lot and took good care of his body. With that, Sandy kicked his sneakers under the bed and started to undo the drawstring on his track pants. "This fucking string always gets in a knot and it's a real pain the ass especially if your in the shitter trying to take a crap."
"Here," said Joey, "I'll help you get the knot undone." Joey dropped to his knees in front of Sandy and started to fumble with the cord of the big guy's track pants. Joey quickly got the knot untied and started to run his hands around Sandy's waist. "There that seems to be a little better..."
"It sure is," said Sandy.
Joey got the impression that he could go a little further, so he slowly started to slide Sandy's track pants down over his slim hips. Sandy didn't say anything, but reached down and fondled Joey's curly hair.
By this time, Joey had Sandy's track pants down around his ankles and Sandy was left standing in his tight white under shorts. Sandy's big cock was still soft and lying along the bottom of his shorts, pointing towards the right.
Joey slowly pulled Sandy's pants down over his right foot as Sandy lifted his foot so that Joey could get it off. Joey then did the same thing with the left leg. Joey was still on his knees in front of Sandy. His mouth was right in line with Sandy's still soft cock, but Joey was getting hard and horny. Slowly, Joey ran his hand up Sandy's left leg. When he reached the pouch containing Sandy's balls he carefully cupped the them with the palm of his left hand and slowly ran his lips along the outline of Sandy's cock as it showed thru his very sheer shorts.
The once limp rod quickly started to grow. It quickly reached full erection in a vertical position, pointing up to Sandy's navel. It was so long that the knob popped thru the top elastic waist band.
Joey was really turned on and started lapping at the knob that was peeking out at him, while slowly running his hands down the back of the waistband and massaging Sandy's tight buns. Joey slowly pushed the tight white undershorts down, freeing the proud eight inch bone.
Sandy had both of his hands behind Joey's head and was anxious for Joey to get the shorts pushed all the way down. Finally the underwear ended up on the floor and Joey grabbed Sandy's stiff cock and stuffed it in his mouth.
Sandy's cock was a real mouthful, beautifully circumcised and well veined. Joey could barely get his mouth around it, and it was so long that he was gagging on it. He kept his right hand wrapped around it, giving Sandy a hand job on part of his shaft while swallowing the knob.
Sandy's urged him on, gently pushing on the back of Joey's head with both of his hands. "Take it all baby...ooohhh, that feels terrific...."
This action went on for about five minutes or so, then Sandy told Joey to take his hand off of his cock, and just suck it. Joey quickly obeyed, and Sandy started to exert a little more pressure on the back of Joey's head. Sandy's cock was right down to the back of Joey's throat and he started to gag.
"Just a second," said Sandy, "I've got something that will help." Keeping his cock in Joey's mouth, Sandy bent over and retrieved his pants. Searching thru the pockets, he finally found a bottle of poppers. "Here Joey, try some of these."
Joey took a deep snort up each nostril. Then Sandy did the same.
"O.K. Joey, now I want you to take my cock all the way down. Just like a sword swallower."
Joey's eye widened, but he kept Sandy's cock in his mouth. "Don't worry, Joey, you can do it. It's all a matter of relaxing. Now breath thru your nose, just relax, and let me do all the work." Sandy was pumping slowly. At the end of each stroke he would exert a little pressure on the back of Joey's throat. When Joey got used to that and could take it without gagging, Sandy started shorter strokes, not backing off as much, while at the same time pressing the back of Joey's head firmly onto that beautiful stiff rod.
Sandy stood up on his toes, which changed the angle of his cock ever so slightly, and giving a firm push, finally got his hot rod to slide down Joey's throat. All the way until Sandy's loose bag was resting on Joey's chin. Joey started to gag, but Sandy didn't back off. He held his weapon deep in Joey's throat until Joey was able to relax.
Sandy was in heaven, and slowly started to pump back and forth ever so slightly. Within 30 seconds, he blew his load, and Joey was able to take it.
Tears were streaming down Joey's cheeks as he struggled to relax. He really wanted to give this God the best blow job ever....
After what seemed to be an eternity, Sandy slowly withdrew his cock, and Joey licked the remaining cum from the now limp knob. ,. "Shit!!!" said Sandy," that's the best head I've ever had. You are great Joey. I think we are going to have a great year together."
Joey leaned back against the bed, smiling, "Yeah, Sandy, I think that it going to be a terrific year. How about we go down and grab a beer."
"Great idea Joey, but first, I think I'd better get some pants on."
I had worked five shifts in three days and deserved a day to myself. I wanted to sleep in, but my paperboy, Ned, had different ideas. Ned was a cute 18 year old stud, muscular, a soccer player. This is the story about my adventures with him, the landscaper, college stud next door, some frat boys, random stranded motorist and the pizza boy. This was a very busy all-day sex marathon!
I have always had feelings that I was bi-sexual and have often fantasized about sex with other men but have never touched or been touched by a man. Well, fantasy met reality in a very strange way yesterday. On arriving home from work I noticed the door on the boat was unlocked. Since I often leave the door open this was not a big concern.
I mean, it was always in the back of my mind, but consciously, I never really thought about it. I knew I liked women, and that was always good enough as far as I was concerned. But it was this summer that I had been "introduced" to sex with other guys, and I found that I started to notice them more often. One that I noticed in particular was our neighbor across the road, Jake.
Eight prime inches of uncut meat. Not interested in bullshit - you can save that for the J. O. boys. I'm a damn good cocksucker because I LIKE dick, the Bigger the Better. Willing to demonstrate my talent on the right man with the right dick. The rest we can work on later. Call and ask for Ted. Nothing. no dynamite. The screen in front of him merely said: No personal messages waiting. nothing.
I had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
I had known some of the players as I played with them before hanging my skates up for good, so I ended up going and watching them play from time to time. After the games, I would sometimes head out to the bar to hang out with them as the either celebrated their win or drowned their sorrows after a loss. Anyways, before I start my story any further let me tell you a bit about me.
I really wanted to have sex with a black guy, but I never had the opportunity. I hang with black guys, but they are all straight. I love cock. I met Leon through these same friends of mine at a barbecue. He was somehow related to one the guys I hang out with. He was six foot two and weighed about 200 lbs. He was very built and had dreads in his hair which was a major turn on.
I mean, he did fuck me, and I did feel really silly later, relaxed at a minimum. I always enjoy my time with Bacon. That's his name, you see, that's why I call him Bacon. He's a top. When I'm with him, I'm a bottom. It works. He had said he would be here at 4 O'clock, here being my place of course.
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.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
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 & so did you. You couldn't make it easy for for me could you, Stud? You had to strut around, and make a big show of kissing as many girls as you could get yr hands on before coming my way.
I had little money, however could usually find a good time wherever I went. The two mates I was traveling with had been together for a couple of months when I joined them about six weeks ago and we all got on well together. Michael was from southern England and was a good looking guy with the usual smooth pale skin, sandy hair and good body, as he played a lot of soccer at home.
I've been in pursuit of such organs for years, and here is the story of my "first time" with a really big one, and still one of my best memories. I had the opportunity to write this down recently, and thought I'd post. I discovered then that I had a fetish for big cocks and loved everything about them.
He had found an old journal that had belonged to an ancestor. The name one the outside of the tattered journal was Oliver Jefferson IV. It didn't take long for Hank to sit down and begin reading the diary-- "My name is Oliver Jefferson, the fourth. I write this diary for no one other than myself. I am 69 years old, set to turn 70 in just a few days.
My friend Ryan introduced me to his brother Shawn who also went to the same University. I couldn't believe how nice looking he was. He stands at about 5'10" and about 165 lbs. My jaw about dropped when I saw him wearing a pair of shorts and a sleeveless T. I of course did a complete check out of him the moment I saw him. I about creamed my pants right then and there.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
First I noticed the scent of his bedroom, a mix of cologne and hairspray. I saw his gym clothes thrown over a chair. Many times I'd marveled at the mound in the front of his shorts when we were working out. I'd dreamed many times of his giant cock, and now it was time for me to experience it. He was a big guy all over. He had huge arms.
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