When I was 18 years old I took part in The London Federation of Boys' Clubs Annual Atheletic Championships, which were held at The Southbank Arena on a wet and windy day in September. I was running in The Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternoon. By the time that we got on the track most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad.
I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my team mate to pass me the baton. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face making it difficult to see. I made the mistake of turning too sharply and accidentally crossed over into the lane on my left, I heard the runner in that lane swear as he was forced to pull up sharp in order to avoid running onto my spikes. I handed over the baton to the next runner who got us into the lead, where we stayed for the rest of the race.
As we went to collect our winners medals we were confronted by the runner that I had faulted and his three team mates. They were all big, black guys from The Peckam Harriers club, and they were as angry as hell. When the event organizers heard their complaint they asked me and the guy who I had pulled up to stay whilst they sorted it out, but while my team mates went to get showered , his mates stayed with him. Eventually, The officials decided that as nobody had seen the incident my team were confirmed as the winners, the black guys went ballistic, and as my mates were ready to go home, I collected my medal and made my lonely way to the dressing rooms accompanied by four very angry athletes. After I had showered, I made my way back to the dressing room with just a towel round me, when I was grabbed and frog marched to a store room. My assailants were groping my ass, and I was very fearful of what they were going to do.
In the store room was a vaulting horse, the type with a leather covered cushion sitting on top of a triangular base, They forced me to sit astride the horse, and my struggles and shouts dis not help me at all. One of the runners sat astride the horse behind me, and the other three pulled on my wrists so that I was almost lying forward. "Ok Whitey" one of them said, "this is where you earn your medal."
The guy sitting behind me started to finger my ass with Vaseline covered fingers, making sure that plenty of the lubricant coated my rear passage.I still didn't know what they were going to do, but my worst fears were realized when the guy's cock started to push in between my bum cheeks. I almost screamed as the black monster reached my rosebud, fearing that it would rip me up, but do to good luck and lubricant the cock continued on it's perverted way until my rapist was ball's deep in side me.
He then started to move inside me , slowly at first,then picking up speed and power. "I think this guy's a virgin" he told his mates, as he leaned forward to grab my shoulders. He was now like a jockey riding my bottom with almost religious enthusiasm. The pain was still bad, but as my poor abused ass got used to the invasion, it slowly turned to something approaching pleasure.
After about fifteen minutes solid shagging , I heard him gasp as he unloaded his cock deep inside me. As soon as he dismounted, his place was taken by a guy with a longer but slimmer cock. He was rubbing his weapon up against my prostrate, which caused me to get a rock solid erection. He lasted about ten minutes before cumming, and being replaced by the third rapist.
I just graduated college this summer and while sitting by the pool drinking beer I bump into this guy. It turns out he works at the company where I start in the fall. We go over to my place, watch some porn...
He and I got along great from the start. We were a lot a like. We were both not popular and we both were picked on in junior high. I didn't "discover" that I was bisexual until I was 24. I came out to all of my closest friends. But, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think Ed was bisexual too. And when it first happened, I was as nervous as a guy could get. We watched for a little bit.
It flew past me, then stopped and backed up to me. A humpy looking guy sat behind the wheel, his eyes took in my tall muscular, brown haired, blue eyed body. From what I could see of him, he had blond hair, deep blue eyes and a well built body too. "Sure. I know a place we can go and get it on," he said.
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
My reasons for abandoning the Noble Art were that I was leaving school, starting a good job on the Stock Exchange and was fed up with a life which was limited to studying and training. My last fight was to be against Errol Collins, a black guy who I had fought on a number of previous occasions.
For the past few years I've been a sex addict. Black cock was my drug of choice. I couldn't get enough. Night and day found me on my knees in some alley, park, or men's room giving head to any Black man who came along. Usually I had to pay and more than once got the crap beat out of me. I suppose it's best to start at the beginning. Their titles say it all.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
I was 18 and he was 19, a tough biker kid, who had popped my ass cherry and taught me to love it up the ass, as well as sucking his cock. His hands clenched my round smooth ass cheeks as he jammed himself into me, grunting as he came. It was the second time he'd fucked me that afternoon, we were teens. Right after we are caught by a local town cop, Officer Ricky.
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.
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.
It was my old friend Paul who I was expecting to accompany me that evening. I'm in my thirties but I'm still rather trim and handsome and I have a wide circle of gay friends. None of my friends could come so I decided to go alone and I dressed up in my smartest suit and drove to the railway station and took the train into London.
This is really a true story and if you have had similar experiences or would like to discuss this I might be interested but would want to do it privately.
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.
Sean tied up the dogs and then we went into the musterers' hut. I soon got a roaring fire going and my big friend heated up the stew over the flames. "Damn good tucker, even if I say so myself". Sean scooped up the gravy with a thick slice of bread. My friend was 35. A tall, ruggedly masculine man with skin as hard as leather, from working outdoors. The year was 1947. "They're a bit sore".
That tied it one-one. Rob knew the strategy for the time remaining. Be passive and unmovable until Brown became frustrated and began to be foolish, and then reverse him to win the match. Brown wrapped his right arm around his waist and flattened his hand on Rob's stomach. Quickness.
This is a true story, and before I begin, let me describe myself: I am 5'8. 18 years old, clean shaven with short blond hair, and very full lips. I've been living in the West Coast with my parents for 5 years when this incident occurred.
I later learned that our parents had known each other for years. Gerald was two years younger than I was, and I never thought of him as anything but a friend. I heard rumors that he sucked and fucked his brothers, but I didn't think any more about it, since he never tried making a pass at me. We would occasionally go out drinking at local taverns and clubs. I was about twenty-seven at the time.
The last guy actually showed me his cock before he mounted the horse, it was huge, bent, and ugly, and brought back my fears about being split open. By that time I was relaxed and getting used to being ass fucked, so I did succeed in taking him without injury, though not without pain. After he had added his sperm to the gallons leaking from my abused bottom, they helped me get off the horse. Just a few hours ago I had run a race , now I could hardly walk, just moved sideways like a crab, my ass was so sore and stretched I thought a bus could drive up it.
I thought then that my humiliation was over but my tormentors saw that I had got a hard on, and insisted that I jerk myself off in front of them. Standing there surrounded by four black guys who had just gang raped you, whilst you wanked yourself off, was humiliating beyond words. Just then their team coach and their physio came into the room, as they were looking for them. Seeing me madly wanking, they asked the guys what was happening. They were told that I was so sorry for cheating, I insisted that they all fuck me. The manager laughed and said "in that case he we'll see what he is like at sucking cock."
I tried to say no, but was told that either I sucked off the two newcomers, or I took another two cocks up my ruined asshole. I was pushed down on my knees and forced to suck the team officials black dicks, whilst the team stood round laughing.
I was left alone, cum leaking out my ass, and cum leaking out of my mouth. It took a fortnight for me to recover physically, but mentally that was a different matter.
A month afterwards I was changing for a practice session when a black long jumper with a cock almost.hanging down to his knees came out of the shower. "Seen something you like, White Boy" he said.
Within seconds he has thrust his massive tool up my ass and begins fucking my man-cunt like a pro. I moan in pleasure as I concentrate on the feeling of the length of his cock gliding through my loose sphincter. He is the fourth cock to fuck my ass in the last 30 minutes. I savor the feeling of deep fucking. Then I notice his rhythm increase in speed. Faster and faster he fucks me.
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!
The kid had his ASU baseball cap on backwards, with the bill pointing down from his very slightly freckled shoulders, along his bare back, to his remarkably trim waistline. From what I could tell, the lucky man getting serviced was good looking. The gloryhole wall concealed his body except from the sternum up. Blond Man smiled at the small crowd, glad to be the envy of the rest of us.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
This is a true story. This story might develop slow because I feel that the whole chase is as exciting as the sex can be. So, if you want some quick jerk off material, you might want to choose another story. Those wanting something more. read on. A little background: I live in a BIG Midwestern city. I'm a very friendly guy and will talk to just about anyone. There was a lunar eclipse going on.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
I was bored and horny so I decided to accept an party invitation to go out. In our small country town there are no gay nightspots but there is a group of committed studs that put on the occasional function at a secret location. This time Adrian the organizer had decided to have a barn dance out on a sheep property.
Heres my fantasy. Im at the gym getting ready to hit the showers when all of a sudden a cavalry of black guys walk in and begin to tear off the clothes revealing their hot bodies and even hotter cocks. To them, Im an outsider, being white with a six inch cock instead of these huge man mountains, all of whom have massive throbbing black members. Another black man massages my cock underneath.
I try to keep fit and think I look younger than my 38 years - though I don't think it would matter too much if I didn't. Young chinese gays are only too willing to have sex with "gweilos" the local term for Europeans - the word means "foreign devils" but no-one takes offence at it.
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.
As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Most of my life I have known I was different. In my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls.
I had finished my exams after my second year at college the day before, and felt well pleased with myself. I decided to spend what little money I had left on a trip to the nearest beach, mainly just to watch some of the cute ass out there. So there I was a slightly disheveled figure waiting for a train.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
There was something of a family crisis so it was decided I'd visit the farm during the long summer holidays. The slow train pulled into the small rural town of Marton and stopped at the tiny railway station. I collected my suitcase from the Guard's van and looked around me. The platform was empty. I sat down on my suitcase and waited in the bright sunshine.
His final summer vacation before senior year of high school. Matt was one of the hottest guys in class, and he'd spent the entire summer by the pool, working on a tan to die for! Being a co-captain of the soccer team, he'd also spent the time in the gym working on his powerful legs and rock-hard abs and chest. At only 5'9", he packed all 160 pounds full of muscle.
Three of us aspiring athletes were running the track. Garth, Dale, and I all competed aggressively against each other. We were all working hard to get our adolescent bodies in shape for our respective athletic teams. We were all loaded with testosterone, each wanting to show up the other. We pushed ourselves as hard as we could, each wanting to be the best jock of the threesome.
We were on the soccer team together and our lives revolved around soccer. As two best buddies we spent all of our time together. Summer was finally here and as two soccer loving dudes, we were excited because the World Cup was on and we couldn't wait to watch every match together. This year, his parents were out of town and we had made plans for me to sleep over at his place.
My new god my priest. I had sex at a funeral home. Exciting scary but oh so good. After getting caught fucking inside a empty casket with another man by the preacher I was in the biggest journey of my young life.
Although he was only 34, he had made fast progress in his career and was in charge of his own team of auditors. To them he was the boss who knew the answers and with whom they had to clear whatever they wanted to do. But when Keith left the office at 4:00 each afternoon his colleagues did not know that he went into a complete role reversal. You see, Keith is a boot slut.
It was from a guy looking for submissive guys. He said he welcomed guys who were new to the scene. I got turned on and decided to check it out. I called him and he invited me over that day. I went over to his house to meet him. We talked for a little while and he asked me all sorts of questions about my experiences and desires. He asked about my undressing him and I said that would be a turn on.
Sometimes things happen never expect. Done things never thought could or would do. Surprises totally unexpected. Like things I feared. Wish tried sooner
My insatiable thirst for black cock continues. My preference is black men, but I do discriminate when I go the bath house. From my perspective, black men are sexually superior when it comes to size, swagger, attitude and I cannot help myself when I am in their presence.
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.
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