One of the users on the board had mentioned an interesting little car cruising spot not too far from me, and on a rainy Wednesday night, I had nothing better to do, so I figured I'd go check it out...
By the time I found the place and got settled in, it was about 10 PM, and I was kind of surprised to see lots of other cars there too. I didn't think they were all there for the same thing I was, but I've since learned differently...
About 10:30, another car...a big, black town car (might have been a Cadillac), pulled into the spot next to me. What I saw behind the wheel was something straight out of Italian-Watcher Heaven. Because of the shadows, he was back-lit, but I liked what I saw. Young - couldn't be more than 22, 23. Black hair in the classic Brooklyn cugine style. A football jersey.
Since it was my first time there, I wasn't entirely sure of the etiquette, so I just stared. He stared back. Gradually, the stares got more and more intense, and I knew I had to do something...
I got out of the car, looking like I was casually stretching. Walked around a bit. Felt a drop or two of rain...nuts. I knew I had to move quickly. I steeled up my nerve and walked over to his car, noticing that he had his window open a bit.
Jeez...looked even better close up. I revised my estimate...he was maybe 20, tops. And his fucking basket! I don't think I've ever seen jeans mounded like that. I took a deep breath and decided to go for broke...
"Hi," I said. "Want a blow job?" (To this day, I can't believe I said that...) He looked up at me, as if noticing me for the first time. "I'm real good at it," I added. He looked me up and down, and the next sound to be heard was him popping the locks on the car doors.
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.
I've always told him I find my boyfriend, the corrections officer, attractive in his uniform. Seeing him in it turns me on incredibly. One day I showed up at his house and he was dressed in his uniform and I was immediately turned on. He didn't say anything as he walked up to me, grabbed me by my arms and spun me around to face the wall. "Arms on the wall and spread your legs, boy," he said.
We collided in the middle of Harrods store in London on a very busy Saturday. Poor guy he really stumbled and went sprawling across the floor. His legs were spread wide to reveal that tight ass, which I have become accustomed to seeing now. I was pulling him back up, he looked very embarrassed and very, very cross.
When I was in college, I shared an apartment with two other eighteen year-olds. Jerry was a farm boy like myself and Mark was a big city boy from Manhattan. Firece competition over the ladies leads to us helping each other get off.
At the time i was only about 26 years old and fairly good looking, or so I was told. i was about 5' 10" and about 155 lbs with sharp brown hair, blue eyes, and a pretty decent build. On this particular spring afternoon, I was driving through a large municipal park when I happened to notice a rather handsome young blond boy sitting on the grass about 50 feet from the roadway.
Only last week did I once again buy the required tokens to cruise the peep show booths. It seemed funny to be walking the boards once again, posing and keeping an eye cocked for an interested party. As any veteran of the stalls will tell you, good fortune can come at the most unexpected times.
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!
It turned out that I was fitting doors with a guy named Tony, well at least I would be working inside, that fact and the sight that greeted me when I arrived on the third floor where I was to work really brightened my mood up.
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 dashed around to the other side of the car, swung open the door and hopped in; just in time, too, since now it was -really- raining. We looked at each other for a minute, and I said, "Hi, my name's Mike."
"John." A real conversationalist, I remember thinking.
"So," I said, "you want that blow job?"
He just looked at me and nodded, and I reached over and ran my hand up his leg, from his knee to his groin. Muscles...and in the middle, a pretty fucking sizable basket. I kneaded it, and he thrust his crotch outward a bit and moaned.
I dropped my hand from his bulge and whispered, "Take it out." He didn't waste any time; raising his ass up off the seat, he ripped open his jeans, pulled down the fly, yanked down the waistband of his briefs and tucked it under his balls, and sat back down.
My God! I consider myself something of an expert on dicks, and I have to admit to rarely having seen such a perfect specimen. Perfect shape, maybe 7" long, real fucking thick...and hard as a rock. I bent over for the bird's eye view, and I think the little mental snapshot I took will last me forever. Picture a cock that perfect, suspended over two hairy balls, stiff as a board, with a line of dark black hair tracing it's way from his pubic hair up to his bellybutton (which was now showing since he had hiked up his t-shirt as well). I gave the head a lick.
Then the shaft. Then the head again. Then the shaft, and this time I kept going down and nuzzled his balls a bit. Licked the left one, then the right one, then both of 'em, sucking 'em both into my mouth. He seemed to like that - I heard him say, "Oh, fuck, that feels great!" when I did it. Naturally, I did it again. Then it was time to go back up the shaft, slowly. Lick around the head again. Suck a bit. I wanted to deep-throat him, but it was too difficult to do with the steering wheel banging against my head, so I concentrated on the head of his cock, keeping it locked in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and finally getting the hand I wasn't using to balance myself between his legs to massage his balls.
He was thrusting his ass up and down off the seat, saying "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck!" over and again. I moved the hand from his balls to his shaft and ran it up and down in time with what I was doing with my mouth. His breathing got heavy and I felt his shaft thicken and get even harder. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" he gasped, and I pulled my mouth off, keeping my hand right where it was, stroking him, stroking him hard.
Although I was watching his cock and balls and stomach, from the corner of my eye, I saw him pull a Handi-Wipe or something from a pouch on the side of the door. He jammed it onto his gut, and with that -- whammo! He creamed, shooting all over the rag, up and onto his t-shirt, and all over my hand. "Aw, fuck!" he said, timing it with each shot, three or four times in all.
Finally, he stopped pumping his load out, and looked up at me while he wiped off the head of his cock and stuck it back into his white briefs and then put the whole package back into his jeans. "Thanks," he said, "That was fuckin' fantastic!" He smiled, and it was then I realized that at some point during the whole thing, I had creamed my jeans, without even taking my dick out. Now -that's- something I haven't done in a l-o-n-g time!
By now it was really pouring, so we just sat there and bullshitted for a few minutes till it let up. I found out that my guestimate of his age was only off a little...he was 18, and a senior at Canarsie High School. The football jersey was for real. And it was his dad's car.
Well, not everybody, but still, I'm having to push people away pretty quick - because of my other problem, which is I'm excitable, and it's not long before I come unless I take steps to slow things down.
Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway.
This is a strange tale to tell you, but I wanted to let you all know about the first, unusual, time I ever fucked Steve Ronsini. I had never had a chance to check out his equipment, even though we were roommates. Steve and mine's greatest joy, though, was science-fiction. Scratching was impossible.
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.
You know the type of meeting that goes on forever with a bunch of old men with receeding hairlines. Being a gay man the event was not at all thrilling, i've been so stressed that I will be laid off soon that I have just lost all interest in work. I pull off into what I thought was a visitor center turnbed out to be a truck stop center where the drivers can shower, sleep, park etc.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
Male and female pre-humans. They looked pretty human to me, but it was obvious in their mannerisms that they weren't quite homosapiens. Our farm was a pretty nice one. We bred a variety of animals and pre-humans. This particular pair, though, had just been shipped in from a farm belonging to family friends. They were about as close to human as you would get.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
He had spent the day prepping for this photoshoot, shooting each item of clothing separately and cataloging the shots, both for his expanding portfolio and for the catalog they were being placed in. But as soon as his model arrived, they could get to work and, in less than four hours. Dante knew beautiful people when he saw them, but the model that had walked into the room was beyond attractive.
He is furious too, angry at his boss for giving him so less time to prepare his report, angry at the thought that he must be the only one working at this late hour in the whole of New York City, and angry that he will not be with his boyfriend Mark. Jack never thought he could ever fell in love, until he met Mark two years ago. It was mutual physical attractions that first drove the two together.
Shortly after arriving, this guy came out of the bushes and started walking behind me. I slowed down, but he didn't catch up. Then, after a little while, he went off the main road and onto a trail. I stopped, turned around and followed him. I continued on the path. He said hello, I responded.
I'd just been to the mall to see if they had the new Pearl Jam CD, and I decided to take Main to get back home. Big mistake. So there I sat in my car only five blocks from 12th where I needed to turn off. We were moving at about 5mph when the cars were actually moving, and I was feeling pretty horny.
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