I guess it would be fair to describe me as your average gay guy. I'm 27, from State College with a degree in journalism and have a good job as a Staff Reporter with our city's only newspaper. My favorite gay sex is just the plain old vanilla variety with a well build hunky kind of guy. I love to suck, be sucked, fuck and be fucked; but no kinky sex, nothing involving children, no S&M and definitely nothing involving animals. I don't, as yet, have a permanent lover but I am certainly not averse to having one if the right guy comes along.
Out of curiosity, I have tried phone sex a couple of times and inevitably found it to be very unsatisfactory. All too often the other guy will just grunt and every so often say: "Fuck me harder," or "Suck my cock, Man!" That kind of limited participation from the other guy leaves me pretty cold and uninterested. Maybe it is because I am a writer and have a pretty vivid imagination, which most guys into phone sex just don't share.
Anyway, I was on a gay chat line one night a month or so ago and "met" a guy who described himself as being 26 years old, working his way through college by working half-time at a local mall and going to college half-time. He said his name was Aaron and that he lived, worked and attended college in St. Louis. We finally got around to trading stats and, if he was telling the truth, he is one BIG dude! And I mean BIG all over! He says he is 6'4" tall, weights 240#, is all muscle with no excess fat(except maybe for a nice bubble butt), has curly brown hair, dark green eyes, and a 10" fat cock!
My first reaction was "Wow, could I even handle a hunk like that let alone let him fuck me!" The more we "talked" the more evident it became that he wasn't just some dumb hunk but an intelligent, articulate guy who sounded as sexy as hell! He finally asked if I was into phone sex. I had to admit that I had tried it before and generally been unsatisfied with the performance of my phone sex partners. He said he knew what I meant, but that I sounded as if I was exactly the kind of guy with whom he liked to have phone sex with and would I give him a chance to prove it. With some misgivings, I finally agreed to trade phone numbers with him, even though I didn't intend to call him unless he called me first, but it worked out better than I thought it could.
To my surprise, he called me that night and, damn, if he didn't have the sexiest voice I had heard in a long time! It turned out that he has an active an imagination as I do and we both eagerly exchange verbal description of what we are doing to each other, what we want the other to do to us, and how it feels. His verbiage is so graphic that I can almost feel him and can almost taste his hot cum, even though this is all just in my imagination. What is actually happening is that we are each beating our meat as hard as we can trying to come at as close to the same time as possible.
If it is taking me a little longer than normal to reach a climax, he slows down his graphic descriptions to let me catch up with him and I do the same for him when the situation is reversed.
We usually start out by 69ing each other, in our imagination of course. He can easily take my modest 7" down to my pubic hairs, but it is difficult for me to take much more than half of his monstrous cock down my throat. We both describe in explicit detail just what we want the other to do to our cock as well as how it feels. As I said earlier, he can get so graphic that I almost taste his cock in my throat and when he comes, it is almost as if he were shooting blast after blast of his hot thick cum down my throat. When we have both come, I just lie there totally wiped out, while he tells me how great a suck I gave him and how wonderful he feels. I do the same and we will part with promises to call each other soon.
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
I applied for a transfer to a co-ed hall. Sure, it was nice living in a dorm with all males, but I really needed that change of pace that you got when you had males and females. Needless to say, I got the transfer, and so I moved over into the one of the high rises, into a co-ed house.
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.
I am 24 years old and live in a pretty small city in the northwest US. I have blond hair, blue eyes. I am 6'0 and about 170lbs. Oh, did I mention I have a decent cock? Now I know most people exaggerate, but I do not. I am good solid 7.5 inches and I actually measured it. Anyway here is a true story. It was November 26, 2001. Let me explain something really quick about porn.
I was pretty inexperienced and frightened in those days but with a bit of alcohol to lower my inhibitions I managed to have a few good experiences as well as quite a few cold evenings when I finished the night by wanking off while fucking a tree. Few people around and all scared to approach like me. Now I live in the country and am much more active in my cruising. I needed more.
I can remember the first time I ever heard about an all male movie theater, although I knew I was into guys, I couldn't figure out how you could make a porno movie that was all-male. Here I was jerking off to whatever straight porn I could find that had guys in it, and there were fucking movies that had nothing but men fucking! The first time I ever went, I remember cutting school and going to the first one I could find, which has since gone to fuck-flick heaven.
The heat was suffocating and he really hated working at the laundry, it seemed to attract every ugly red-neck in a two county radius. Luckily, there was the occasional cute college boy, from the apartments across the street. So far this afternoon thought it had been ugly and uglier. Plus he still had two hours left on his shift. As a matter-of -fact he was painfully shy.
Tricky Dicky was POTUS, 'Nam raged on with body bags arriving at Alameda Naval Air Station every day, and I was a long-haired hippie living in the Bay Area, actually out in a wooded part of Menlo Park at the time, and occasionally I'd make the trip to The City to sex out.
I had just purchased a fun Yamaha motorcycle and loved riding it around the city and in the mountains just outside of town. As you can imagine, I was motivated to cruise around not only to get kicks out of my new bike and to check out the scenery, but also as a vehicle to get me more cock. On this particular day, it was early evening, early autumn and the weather was great. He smiled again.
I had been chatting with this hot horny Latino stud. We organized to meet. I'm a mid 40's guy, good looking with buzz cut hair and a perpetual 3 day growth. 5" 10" about 156lbs good body smooth chest and a thick 8" cut cock. I am top and the city is packed with eager bottoms. He was even hotter in real life.
I took a $6000 pay cut at my day job and had to start delivering pizzas to bring in some extra cash. I used to deliver pizzas in college and knew that it was a fun way to make some quick money. (Free food was nice, too!) I went back to work at my old job, at Paul Revere's Pizza in Cedar Rapids. There was a young man working there named Clint. He was about 140 pounds, age 19, and 5'7".
I met him in the parking lot of a cruise park in Miami, FL on a balmy December night. He was 22, boyish, clean shaven, young gymnast. We struck up a conversation and it wasn't long before he was in the car with me. I was nervous, I shook inside. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said no. He leaned over, told me to relax and kissed me hard on the mouth in the darkened parking lot.
Several times I feel his crotch pressing up against my elbow as my dentist works in my mouth. I decide to press back ever so lightly. I may have imagined it, but I think he pushed back harder...
My boyfriend's name is Terry and he is 28, blond, a real hunk, and most importantly, MINE! We've been together for 6 months, and we are planning to grow old together. Before I met Terry I was in a brief relationship with my best friend from high school, which left me devastated, and on the verge of a breakdown. About a week later I met Terry and my life has change forever.
On other occasions, I want him to fuck me with his huge cock, although in reality I don't know if I could ever take his cock up my ass. In my imagination, his cock is that big and my ass is actually pretty tight.
Well, in our phone sex sessions, he coats his huge cock liberally with KY, greases up both my asshole and fuck chute and then starts a long and slow process of convincing my sphincter muscle to relax enough to let him penetrate my ass. He describes in detail how he is kissing me, teasing my asshole with the head of his cock and he usually has me loose enough that I think I could take a baseball bat up my ass. He penetrates me with a great sigh of satisfaction (all the while both of us are beating our meat as if there were no tomorrow) and slowly begins to slide his cock up my ass.
In actuality, I've never been fucked by a cock as large as he says he has and when he finally gets all 10' up my ass I can almost feel him filling my fuck chute. As he describes in detail how he is fucking me, I can again almost feel those thrusts and move my hips up to meet him on every one of his down stroke. Eventually we both come. I spurt my hot cum all over my chest and belly while he (in my imagination) fills my ass with unbelievable amounts of his hot thick cum. We usually imagine ourselves collapsing in each other's arms while we calm down. As usual, we each promise to get together on the phone for another session soon.
One scenario that I have imagined, but never acted out with him, has him working so hard at fucking my ass that his body is drenched in sweat. It is pouring down his broad chest and dripping off his big erect nipples onto my chest. Just as he is about to finish fucking me, I push him out of my ass, roll him on his back, and start to lick his sweaty body all over. I start by sucking the last drops of cum from his big cock and then lick away the sticky excess cum that coats his long shaft.
After I've gotten his cock clean, I start on his big chest, lick that dry and then move on to his muscular upper arms, his armpits, his belly, his big low hanging balls (a particular favorite of mine), his thighs and finally his toes - each of which I suck individually. I know I would love to do this in reality, as well as my imagination and I think Aaron would enjoy it equally. I've never done it, however, in that it would take so long that the long distance tolls would be more than either of us would be willing to pay.
Another scene I'd like to play out with him, but never have, has us showering together following his having fucked my legs off. We both soap each other up and when I've gotten his cock erect again, I turn him around, have him bend over, and hump his ass as long, hard and fast as I can. All the while I am humping him, I jack his cock off as fast as I can and we both come at the same time - my load shooting up his tight ass and his pouring onto the shower's floor. God, can't you just imagine that scene?
Aaron has suggest several times that we ought to try to get together for a live sex session, but I always say I am not ready for that. Actually, I am somewhat afraid to meet him in person because I have built up in my mind an image of him that is as real to me as if I had met him, and I'm afraid that the real Aaron couldn't possible live up to my mental image of him. I like that mental image so much that I am afraid to find out what he really looks like!
Can you understand that?
Or is just my over-active imagination playing trick on me?
I had messed around with other boys and we did all the usual boy things but I had never been with a man before. My family owned a small automotive/hardware store in eastern Oklahoma. One day this beautiful brown-skinned man came into the store looking to buy a set of tires. He said he couldn't afford anything new, so I go help him find some used ones in the garage.
Well, I should say FORTUNATELY instead, but now that Richie creamed my ass with his man juice, things have been weird between us. I was a city boy, always have been, and never changed. I would go up to my Aunt Hilda's for a week every summer to spend some time with my cousin Richie, since he was an only child, and his father walked out on them when he was two.
Both we in there late 20's, and worked hard all week except Sundays. Sundays they liked to kick back, polish off a few brews, and enjoy the park, or a hiking trail. Today was no different; they were hiking the trail up to Eagle's Nest in the Adirondacks Mountains. After a few hours they pulled off the trail to drink and rest. They found a shady spot near a clear pool by some huge rocks.
00, very hot, humid day, sudden very heavy downpour, me, in my van, driving along a suburban road. It had just started to rain, it was one of those sudden heavy showers, then I saw him, a young lad walking along my side of the road trying to be brave and not seek shelter. I pulled into the curb and stopped just ahead of him. Hop in, Ill drop you off, save you getting any wetter.
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.
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.
I had a $1,200 mortgage and money was becoming a little tight without her income to help pay the bills. So I decided to put an ad into the local paper and rent out one of the 4 bedrooms in the house. I had several replies and after a few interviews, I decided on Mike. Mike was the proverbial "man's man". He knew everything about sports, was a fitness buff and was an all round good guy.
He saw a 24 hour truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the ramp. He could get some coffee and something to eat. Maybe that would help get rid of the highway hypnotism. And he would call Sally and tell her that he might not make it tonight. "Well, good luck.
I had just come in from the rain and was stepping onto the elevator in my apartment building, holding my umbrella by my side. Just as the elevator doors started to close, a man who lived a floor above me ran into the elevator. His dark nipples were clearly evident through the soggy shirt.
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight. The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. I was certain that it would hurt. Kiss his balls.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men's cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have "cheated" and had sex with men.
As I drove by the adult bookstore, I noticed a really hot number get out of his pick up and head for the front door. The man was in his late-forties with blondish-grey hair & thick meaty arms. He was a short dude; about 5'6" with a dark blonde moustache and a solid stocky body and as he reached the door of the bookstore, he stopped to look up and down the street.
That got me an introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body. Of course, I didn't do it. What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body.
No, no, you should know now that yes, you're right. There are a few, and a very few, people who absolutely adore this job. I always thought that about the best job you get must be to work at a movie theater. Well, certainly there are better. This is just the best job you can get where the ticket prices do not apply to you. I'm Aidan, as my name badge says.
I was a student in Kansas City and was staying in student housing. This was a new situation, having grown up in Iowa. The first thing I noticed was that while I was surrounded by cute guys, I lost some degree of freedom by sharing a room with another guy, Jesse. Jesse Michaels was a dream come true. If it weren't for the fact that he was straight, I would have been in love.
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.
I had gone to a movie on campus earlier that evening with a couple of fraternity brothers. After the movie, I'd stopped at the bar in the fraternity house basement for a couple of beers, then headed up to my room. Since I was a fraternity officer, I had one of the few singles in the house.
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