My best time was not that long ago. I was hanging around on the beach in SC for a few weeks having a great time. I was tan and my green eyes really looked great. I don't think I'm built that bad and I wear a speedo suit most of the time.
I was sitting on a beach bench when a young, blonde business man approached me and asked for directions. I was visiting myself and really couldn't help. He walked toward the beach restrooms and went on in. He was in there for quite a while, so I decided to head that way and see what was up.
When I walked in, this guy was standing against the wall with his meat hanging out of his silk boxers. He was playing with himself and my cock got real excited. There was no way I was going to hide it in that speedo!
Well, my cock flew out of my suit as I walked toward this guy. He fell to his knees and started to massage my balls. He pulled my suit down and stroked my cock while sucking on my balls....and pumping his own meat!
So, here's this guy on his knees giving me a blow job. I couldn't believe it. We made our way back to one of the stalls, but there were no doors. Privacy didn't seem important to this guy.
He stripped off his pants and stood there with this hard on that I wanted to touch so badly! We watched each other jerk off for a few minutes, then he moved slowly toward me and took my cock in his mouth again. I moved into position for a little "69" but he only wanted to suck me.
I fucked his face for a few minutes until I thought I would explode. He pulled away and we finished by sitting against the wall and watching each other jerk off.
I always wanted to know what it would feel like to cum in another guys mouth...I also wonder what it would be like to give another guy a blow job. This guy really enjoyed it - what am I missing?
Danny was a transfer student from Delaware where he had won the tri-state wrestling championship for his age and weight class three years in a row. When I first met him I stood transfixed, staring at him, looking him up and down. Danny stood an even six feet tall and had dark thick hair, deep blue eyes, dimples, perfect white teeth, broad shoulders, a 48 inch chest and a 28 inch waist.
I was a bit nervous placing an ad on the Internet looking for satisfaction for this fantasy, but after a brief email relationship with Bill, the only respondent, I felt ready to go through with it. I now had a guy who was going to let me do this, then I'll never have to seem him again after that.
My name is Matthew. I am 23 years old. I am currently a senior at a Midwest university in the state of Indiana. I am majoring in business management and entrepreneurship. I am also minoring in music performance and currently thinking of adding like an advertising graphics design minor too. I am in love with a guy I met online, called Andy.
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 am gay guy from a country called Jordan in the Middle East (I hope you know where that is). I am now 33 years old. I am handsome sexy boy; with sunny skin, black hair and honey eyes and I have the body everyone dreams to have (a muscular body). I said that I am a sexy boy because all the girls here love me, even if we are in a Moslem country. This is a little about me. OK, back to my story.
This happened to me when I was just 17. I was living in Kansas City at the time. I used to have a little red Honda Express moped and would spend hours cruising up and down Main and Troost just for the hell of it. Later at night the whores would be out working the street. Every so often cops would bust their skanky asses. Further downtown the rent boys would be working the corners.
Ned passed on and now Danny has done the dirty on me and I am merely one of his many achievements. But I am left with memories so passionate. I often wondered why he kept saying I am his "number nine, doctors favorite". I thought it was because of the sex games he liked to play.
He sounded pretty hot. Italian, from Sheepshead Bay, 26 years old, 5'11", brown hair and eyes, moustache, 7" cut, hairy chest. Mind you, just Italian and hairy-chested would have been enough for me! After the initial contacts, we started chatting each other, and finally agreed to meet. Anyway, I cut out of work early that day, zoomed home, and did my best to make myself presentable. Jeez.
I had an experience a couple years ago that I keep thinking about and I want to tell it now. My work often took me om home and on this particular time I was headed out for what I thought to be a two day trip. When I got to the area I got a motel room and then headed out to the work location.
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