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.
Thank you for messaging me in the DomBlk4SubWhtM4M chat room. It was an honor to talk to you. The picture you sent me was amazing. You are incredibly handsome and very masculine. Your muscled body and huge hard cock have me very excited. I hope the zip file of pictures I have attached is satisfactory. I included one of my dick, one of me bent over spreading my cheeks with my hole exposed.
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
That whole thing started on a Saturday afternoon, when I went to visit my friend. I didn't know it at the time, but he, his younger brother and his parents had left early in the morning to go to the beach. The only one at home was Tom, his older bother.
It wasn't that bad and people seemed nice, not the trashy stuff I imagined. I sat out on the small deck at the back end of the trailer and saw it faced my neighbor's window. I sat there as it got dark and saw him through the window getting undressed. He wasn't muscular but had a semi hairy chest I liked looking at. I watched his cock grow and his balls bounce as he stroked himself.
The "why not" mode. I mean, that's not all. I have found myself grow decidedly more excited about see another guy's cock. and letting him see mine. I'm proud of mine. not saying HUGE, but. I guess sorta like the rest of me. nice and fun to be around. Perhaps, it's not different then the innocent curiosity of pre-pubescent exploration of the human form. music food, movies.
He was on the swim team at a university which is about two hours away. He was in town, for a swim meet. I met him at one of the campus bars. I hardly ever go there, but a friend of mine talked me into it. There were hardly any good looking guys in there except for Jake. He had a little bit of a tan.
So I packed my stuff up and left for my uncles house. I was walking about an hour and a half making great time when a trucker pulled ahead of me and asked me if I wanted a lift. So I asked him where he was going and his answer was close to my uncles house only about a mile away. So I accepted his offer and hope in. We made small talk for the first couple of miles.
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.
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.
There were all these sexy young girls there, each of whom I wanted to fuck for hours. I hit on a few of them, and got every one of their numbers. I was used to this, being the sexy jock that I am. I was completely trashed by the end of the night, so my roommate, Brad, and me called a taxi to take us home. It was a miracle we made it up all three floors to our dorm room.
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.
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.
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.
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....
Why don't you get something to drink, sit back and relax while I tell you my story. My mane is Mike, and I have what I consider the best job in the world. Now, it doesn't pay that much, the hours are lousy, and the job has gotten a bad rep from a certain TV show. But, for a guy like me, it is the only job to have. It gets to be a madhouse sometimes, but I love it. So I went over to him.
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.
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?
What do you think?
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I was bored, so I went out to the pool to catch some afternoon sun. Lying there in the warm sun, I began to doze and had a wonderful dream. In my dream I woke from a lazy nap, and went back inside my house. There was still nobody home, so I decided to fix myself a snack and watch TV.
I was wreathing as his strong rough hands held my hips firmly, preventing me from budging as he rammed home his huge cock. I was yelling for him to take it easy. I wanted the fuck, sure I did - but with some style, not like an animal ready for slaughter. That's how it felt, sore and hurting like hell when he shoved it in so deep. "You asked for it, Pete, lad. "Fifty Quid?" he asked.
I joined the Marine Corps at the end of my junior year. Delayed entry program. I'd had plenty of time to think about it and as the time drew near, I desperately wanted to get out of it. But the alternative was to stay in my home town. I chose to go to boot camp. It was my worst nightmare come to life. Up until then, I'd lived a life of relative ease.
True, I wasn't interested in girls, but I thought that cause I was so dark-skinned, I was too ugly to attract a guy. Everybody was always interested in the white boys first, then the Latinos, and maybe some other guys. The black girls were all into the light-skinned brothas and well, it seemed logical that if I wasn't the only fag in school - they would find me least attractive.
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.
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.
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!
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.
"WM seeks same for movies and massage. " I called and left a message. He called and left a message. We finally met at a convenience store close to his apartment. I'm average looking, average height and he seemed to fit that description as well, though he seemed a bit older than he claimed to be. I followed him over to his place in my car.
Scott was a slutty top guy. One day they met online and quickly decided they should meet up and fuck. They decided to be sluts together and have sex with each other all the time. David was 25 and the perfect bottom boy. Hot bubble butt, sexy dimples, short and cute with a great smile and an amazing mouth with BJ lips. A guy everyone wanted to fuck and most did. Scott was tall and handsome.
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've never talked to one before. Anyway, my friend John and I were driving in my Dad's van. It's one of those small Chevy vans with the back that opens up; you see them everywhere. We drove first over to Exchange Place. State Street that Saturday was a zoo. So we drove on to 300 South. Look at that...
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....
When I checked the posting board that Sunday to see my week's work, I was pleased to see that I would be sharing the Shuttle trip with Cyril Blanton. Cyril is one of the British auxillary members of the shuttle crews, and we always had, in his words, "a ripping good time" when we went up together.
Still inside his ass as we lay in the bed. The glow of the fire illuminated the room as the timber walls creaked with the strengthening breeze from outside. I could hear him breathing gently. He was sound asleep. My hand gently stroked his chest. I could feel it rise and fall under my fingertips with each intake and exhaling of the air in his lungs.
They all knew what a tease I could be, especially with the men, so it came as no surprise that I started teasing someone else. Ed was one of 'the group'. He was about 5'10", 140lbs and had short, dark hair. He was half italian, on his fathers side I think. He had a cute face, and a gorgeous bum. It was the latter that started it all. I don't think he heard me.
I've always attracted people who wanted my cock. This kid had been following me around like a love-sick puppy ever since he got an eyeful in the showers. When only he could see, I soaped up my crotch and pulled my cock a bit till it was not yet fully stiff but arching away from my body and about nine inches in length.
I'd spent most of my time sitting around the house with very little to do aside from watching television and wacking-off. As Christmas day was still a week off, my parents were still working regular hours, leaving the house at 7:00 am and not returning until 6:00 pm. The Telephone repair man shows up.
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