I lay on the living room carpet. My back was in pain and the hard floor felt good. A massage is what I needed. My roommate had declined to answer my request, as he most likely felt the sensual nature of a massage would make things uncomfortable.
I admit, he is handsome... VERY. He measured in at 6'1", athletic body, sexy dark hair, and perfect masculine hands for a deep massage. He is 28. I'm just bit taller than him, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a nice tan, and am 3 years older than him.
We had fooled around many times, but there always seemed to be a cloud that lingered afterward; most likely from the forbidden taste of pleasure share between friends. The sexual nature of our friendship added so much excitement and adventure to my somewhat boring life, however was not without faults. As far as the relationship went, we were close; best friends and roommates with occasional added benefits. We were not looking for anything more, although I'm sure that the occasional fear of taking things to another level and possibility of the loss of what we currently was often in the background. The overall experiences were amazing and opened my eyes to so many things that I enjoy doing.
It was now late and I was exhausted from the long day. He walked out of his room to move some laundry into the dryer and inquired about my awkward position in the living room. I restated my back pain issue. After a few moments silence, he told me to roll over.
Now on my stomach, he knelt down next to me and placed his hands on my back. "Where does it hurt?" he asked. I guided him to center of my back and he started kneading my muscled. I felt amazing shocks of electricity flow through my body. I love this feeling. Not surprisingly, the warmth of his hands on me caused my cock to come alive.
After a brief, yet amazing, massage, he paused. I looked up at him. I could only assume that he smelled sex on my mind. Damn it! If felt so good too! He said, "My turn." I was happy to offer my hands.
He moved onto his stomach and I onto my knees next to him. I began touching his back, working my hands slowly up to his shoulder and down to just above his tight butt. I worked my hands over his arms. I rubbed his feet, lower legs, and up to his thighs.
My parents and my boyfriends parents were away for the weekend on business. So I invited him over to stay the night. I called him and asked him to come over and he said yes. So we decided to meet in central park and then go back to my place. He was 18, brown hair, a strong build with a amazing cheek bones. He looked like "New face of Abercrombie and Fitch", well the way he dressed.
I been on trains before, of course, but never for trips longer than a few hours. I would be on this train for a full four days before getting off, and it promised to be quite an adventure. I found my cabin quite easily and discovered the porter had already delivered my bags there. My name is Gareth.
I parked my car at the side of the road and headed off for an afternoon's stroll in the countryside. I knew that nearby there was a reservoir, as I had seen signs for it further up the road, so I headed that way. As I walked I became aware of a noise behind me. I glanced back.
The city is famous for its many excellent golf courses, but golfing over the mid winter season is very slow. Indeed the weather can turn from bright and sunny to cold and blustery in just a few hours. I like to stay in one particular hotel right on the ocean, all pink on the outside, dating back a couple of decades. It has three outdoor pools, and a heated indoor pool.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
I had, in truth, been thinking about my sexuality for quite some time. I often fantasized about being dominated by another man. It took a fight with my girlfriend to propel me into acting on my fantasies. It started while online in a m4m chat room. As luck would have it, it didn't take long for me to begin conversations with a local man. I eagerly suggested we meet as soon as possible.
Surprisingly, he rolled over and I rubbed his chest and stomach. I ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest and caressed his hardening nipples. His breath became heavy and I knew he was getting aroused.
We were both horny. All I wanted was a back rub, but this was much more than I had expected!
As I again began to work my way slowly up his legs, I could see his sex stick twitching in his shorts. I truly enjoyed getting off with him, but was unsure if he wanted it. I, somewhat nonchalantly, ran the back of my hard against his cock.
I licked my lips and place them on his chest. I could taste the salt of his skin. I loosened his shorts and slid them down, exposing his perfect dick. I immediately took all 8 inches into my mouth. As his cock slid in and out of my throat, I could taste his precum. I knew I wanted more of that flavor.
My hardon was now out of my pants and I was stroking it. The electricity continued charging every inch of my body. Already in a position that allowed mutual oral pleasure, he took me into his mouth. The feeling of his warm mouth around my swollen cock was more than I could handle, and I didn't want to cum yet.
He positioned himself above me and started fucking my face. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled him in closer, again taking him in all the way. He took his dick out of my mouth and began sucking on his nuts. We both were vigorously stroking and knew that we were both about to reach the climax.
We both started spraying our loads. His first two shots were gladly accepted by my mouth. This was followed by several more shots, which joined the cum I unloaded on my chest and stomach.
Exhausted, we both took a moment to regain consciousness and enjoy the overwhelming feeling of an incredible orgasm. When we regained composure, he went to his bathroom to clean-up and finish his laundry. Still tasting him, I jumped into a hot shower and headed off to a peaceful sleep.
His name was Will. He was a basketball player. Ebony God! Damn he looked good! Will was about 7 feet tall, nicely built. I jacked off many times to his images in my head. One night I came home to find Will drunk and jacking. At first he stopped, but then he saw me, and kept going. Then he stopped and asked me if I was gay. Trying not to sound too excited, I jumped at the opportunity.
The park was secluded so very few people were ever around. One morning, I saw a guy who looked homeless sleeping on a bench. When he got up, he took off his clothes and swam in the lake. I watched him as he got out and let himself dry off. He had a thick dark bush surrounding a long dangling cock. I slid down my sweat pants and stroked my cock as i watched him. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
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.
The cook peered out the window of the small diner toward the forlorn desert. There wasn't much to see, not only because of the rain, but the fact that the town was so small: the diner, the post office, and a few small houses. Tory was alone in the diner, his boss having taken the day to go into the city....
There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other) story will focus. What a shock it was to see him....
Eddie was about 5 foot 10 and 150lbs and had an awesome build for a 9th grader. I walked over and told him to come in and shut the door behind him. There was an assembly going on so I didn't want a ton of people in my room. I asked him what was wrong or if he just didn't want to see the assembly and he said it was a boring one and he need to talk to me about an injury he had.
His eyes lingering on his tight jeans that concealed nothing from his eyes. James was wearing jeans with a loose tank top. The wind rippling it and giving sneak glances at his tanned muscular torso. James returned the look, lust dancing in his eyes, as he cocked his head to one side. Chris' manhood surged. Even the thought of James would make his dick stand up and now it did, ever more so.
He was 67, four years older than I, but in better shape than I. Like me, he wore trifocals, but unlike me, he wore a mustache. I'd met him in the Internet chat room, and we'd enjoyed cyber-sex together several times. He lived about 50 miles away from me, but at freeway speeds, this was less than an hour's drive. "I like the beautiful bulge at the end of your prick," he commented.
Mark and I had similar interests and got along well with each other. When both of us got invitations to attend a conference at a country resort it seemed reasonable that we should save costs and share a room at the luxury hotel which was the conference center. For some stupid reason I felt extremely modest.
Better than reading.
Get instant access to some narrated sex stories from Erotic Audio.
You will receive more free stories, so use your real email address.
or