"Not quite what I had in mind", I replied, "though that's one way to finish what we've started".
Well, you're the teacher, so show me something else that's new".
I immediately sat down on the bed, drew him over, and buried his hard-on in my mouth, held it there a few moments, then backed away and tongued his glans. "Sweet mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed. "How's that for 'starters'?" I asked. He was speechless, he was just a little cold from the shower, and he was trembling with excitement. I grabbed a robe and helped him into it, then stretched him out on the bed. "Close your eyes, try to relax, and just feel", I said: "and when the time comes to let it go, let it go!"
I dimmed the lights, parted the snowy white robe, knelt between his legs and went to work on that magnificent man. I finally got to lick those gorgeous "runner's legs" - ALL over - and was rewarded by many a twitch of black man-muscle; I licked his balls, took them in my mouth, and toyed with his cock by hand. When he seemed close to cumming, I'd slow down and work on some other part, like his tummy and chest. His nipples were as erect as his penis, and he moaned with pleasure as I tongued and bit them gently. I massaged his arms, then licked those too, right up into his pits, where nary a trace of hair interfered with my busy tongue. I frenched first one ear then the other as I slowly jerked his cock. I lightly kissed his brows, and just ever so quickly brushed my lips past his, then worked with his eyebrows again, for he seemed to respond very positively to that: I'd found an erogenous zone he never knew he had!
Leon was trembling again, but not from cold: he was so wound up he could not help himself. I worked my way back down rather quickly to his thighs, massaging and licking them, then moved my hands up and toyed with his nipples as I went down on his dick. His leg muscles were taught as tuned strings - I knew he was going to blast off any moment. And when I spread my hand wide and worked with both nipples, and worked my other hand into the space beneath his balls, he could take no more! "Oh, Jesus, Oh, Gawd- amighty!" he cried, and shot his wad deep in my waiting throat. Thrust after thrust, wave after peristaltic wave, he emptied his precious juices into me - I thought (and hoped) it would never end. He must not have jacked off in weeks, I remember thinking, as I finally brought my hand down from his chest and stripped him of his last few drops; his cum was delicious, and I swallowed every drop! "Sweet Jesus, I NEVER came like that before; NEVER!" he said, as he slowly began to relax.
"Hold on", I said, "there's a finale!" And with that I straddled his legs with my engorged tool pointing straight at his face. Without even thinking of what he was doing, I'm sure, he reached up and fondled my balls with one hand, and gripped one thigh with the other, which was all I needed (beyond a couple of strokes of my fist) to send my long-pent seed surging out over the expanse on his stomach and chest, forming long strings of pearls on that splendid "basic black". I had thought this might "put him off", but there was no avoiding it, I was SO horny: but he seemed to sense that what had been so good for him was also good for me, and when at last I too, was spent, I closed the robe over him and lay down beside him with my head on his chest. He let an arm fall idly over my head, and his fingers toyed with my still-damp hair.
After some little while, Leon spoke: "I wish I'd called you much sooner", he said. "So do I", I replied, "but never mind: you can come back for more lessons ANY time you want. And by the way, can you stay overnight? It's gotten pretty late."
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
In an instant, I felt the anvil blows of my heart as I realized that I had awoken in in Togo, West Africa. During the 7 hour flight I had indulged in one major drinking session from London, downing countless vodka & cokes as a remedy for my fear of flying. This had worked admirably but left me feeling somewhat disorientated.
The students and faculty are gone for vacation and only half of the staff works during the summer. The college dorms are used for visiting groups and high-school camps of various kinds. I went to the library basement rest room to take a piss, not expecting to see anyone there. I'd love to suck on it.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
The huge man had come out of nowhere, bashed his head with a stick, and had run off with Adam's backpack. He stood and swayed for a minute before cursing, wildly and deeply. And then he called the police. The police sergeant took the report and said they may get a result, they may not. In the meantime, Adam was reminded that walking on a dark street alone was a stupid thing to do.
About 8pm this June evening as I was driving along a dual carriageway, I decided to stop for a break at a roadside park, well hidden from the road, and which had a single toilet behind some trees. I had noticed one other car parked, with two men sitting in it, but I paid no attention and simply entered the rest room.
I had been experiencing with bondage for quite some time. It intrigued me somehow. I would play around with in in the barn at night. One night I decided to go walking about all tangled up. All helpless. Perhaps someone will kidnap me.
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.
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.
I nestled into his body gently pressing my hard cock against him. We looked at each other and he kissed me full on the mouth. I opened to him, feeling his muscular tongue probe against my soft inviting response. His hand slipped down my body to rub and massage my rod. I undid my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. His warm wet fondling and sucking on my member made my legs sag. I wanted cock.
Seems like I only slept one minute. I usually don't get up until about 4:50am. The office where I work is 30 minutes away and it usually takes me about 30 minutes to get ready. But I needed to stop by Kroger and get some cigarettes this morning, so I woke up early. As I was leaving the house, it was still dark outside. I saw this hunk of a guy walking down the road. I mean this was a hunk.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
But all I got for an answer was a sleepy "hmmmhmmm", so I pulled the covers up over us, turned out the light, and snuggled up, visions of black sugar-plum fairies dancing in my head.
Much to my delight, Leon returned fairly often. He gradually relaxed enough to really enjoy our sessions, generally repeats of our first time together, with a few variations. He always stayed overnight; holding his hard, ebony body in my cozy bed was a real turn-on for me, since most of my "doorbell trade" was the Gillette variety ("push-pull-click-click"), where the recipient of my favors was out the door a few minutes after losing a load of spunk. Leon, on the other hand, enjoyed the "afterglow" of good, satisfying sex. Unlike me, he was rarely horny in the morning; but he didn't mind when I would take my raging piss-hard in hand and shoot another wad. It became my habit to lie with my head on his chest and jack off by vigorously rubbing my cock against his shapely thigh. He seemed to get a kick out of watching my cum spurt into his groin, where he'd rub it in briefly before we hit the shower together.
Eventually, Leon indicated that he'd like to try some "rear-guard" action. Now, I've always had a problem with this, being oriented almost exclusively "frontwards". But, there was my friend, Robb...
Robb and I had met some years before at a porno-flick dive; ever since, he'd drop in from time to time to get a blow-job when nothing else was available. That wasn't very often, 'cause Robb was one good-looking hunky guy! Born in Panama from a Hispanic father and a Chinese mother, Robb was 5' 8" of beautiful young man. Growing up in Panama's warm, exotic climate, he'd experienced the sexual abandon of the tropics from a very early age. His unusual combination of genes resulted in a lithe, muscular body with curly black hair on his head, the faint suggestion of a mustache, a small well-defined patch of pubic hair, and a few wisps under his arms; elsewhere, he was as smooth as a baby's bum, and a sexy honey color. His cock, several shades darker than the rest of him, was - well, "majestic" is the best word I can find. Though uncut, he had no excess of foreskin, so his erection always revealed a perfectly formed glans. This was a pecker made for fucking: neither too short nor too long (oh, six and a half inches I guess), nor too wide. It curved slightly upward, and seemed designed perfectly for massaging prostate glands.
Robb had learnt to use this tool very effectively! A gentle soul by nature, he was one to spend a lot of time in preparation and foreplay, getting his partner really hot and bothered, so that when penetration took place, it was a perfect culmination. At twenty, Robb could fuck as long as anyone could receive, and the longer it went, the better he liked it. He had a magical ability to hold off his orgasms; he never came until begged to do so. But when he did come, his ejaculations seemed to go on forever, and he shot some of the biggest loads I'd ever seen.
I'd found out all about Robb's abilities despite my general aversion to getting screwed because he was such a nice guy, and so gorgeous to behold. But I was no match for his stamina, and we'd become just "good friends" (with the occasional cock-sucking session already mentioned to liven up our association). So I was pretty sure Robb would be the perfect guy to take Leon's cherry - far better than I, at any rate.
But, since I was - as far as I knew - the only male partner in Leon's life, I felt broaching the topic of a three-way might be hazardous. I wanted nothing to interfere with those wonderful long nights with his beautiful body snuggled against mine. So, when Leon and I awoke one Saturday with nothing on our schedules, and he pushed his buns against my usual hard-on, I decided to take him first myself. A quick swipe of Astro got me ready, and I began a slow invasion. I was amazed at how easily things went; Leon was, in fact, half asleep and fully relaxed; it was his decision to try this, so his mind was cooperating as well.
"This is just to give you a `taste' of what it's like," I said, slowly working my wang into his nether region. "If you find you like the feeling, I think I can arrange for a friend of mine who is an expert to show you how it's properly done."
I had become worried that my conservative family and friends would discover that I had been sexually submitting myself to a black man. I tried but could not stop thinking about Derrick working me over with his hot black dick and gave in to my animal desires. I rang the bell to his place and to my surprise a cute 20-something blond guy opened the door. "Hi I'm Kyle. They're expecting you.
It was about 2 in the morning, and I hadn't had any luck with the schmoes at the bar, so I decided to see if there was any cruising action going on at a local park. As I headed towards my car in the lot, I caught a glimpse of a white Mercedes sedan pulling in. Inside was the hottest black guy I'd ever laid eyes on. If I turned around now and went back in, it would be too obvious it was for him.
5 inch circumsized cock. After paying for my room I wound my way through the pitch black corridors, lit only by the luminous red glow of the EXIT signs and the spillover of light from the cubicles. They had open ceilings which allowed patrons to share the moans and gasps of neighbors indulging.
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.
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
He was BEAUTIFUL - 5'10, swimmer's build, silky blond hair, perfect white teeth, and an absolutely smooth tanned bod. Paul always wore either tight worn and faded jeans or nylon running shorts. Both sets of outfits showed his tight little ass and nice package. He was an instant hit with the girls and an ongoing fantasy to me.
I wasn't yet tired, but being in a relatively small town, there wasn't much open. I was feeling particularly horny, though, and I knew of a spot where guys hang out and cruise for sex. I wasn't too sure if anyone would be there this late at night, but my dick wasn't taking no for an answer, so I went anyway.
since I'm not the type to kiss-and-tell, I'll let you guess at his name (well, OK, suck-and-tell is a little different, but I'm still not going to identify him). I will say that he is in his early thirties, married, and bi, and described himself as being about 5'7" or so, maybe 150 pounds, brown-haired, hairy-chested and fairly well-hung.
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.
His head was pounding, his arms and legs were sore and the wounds from fighting with Aranoble's guard still echoed over his chest, back and neck. It hadn't been a good night. Groaning, the young man sat up and rubbed his long expanse of soft, brown hair out of his eyes.
Often we are unable to see everywhere a decision takes us; other times we choose not to see so we can freely experience all that life has to offer. We are too complex. A triumphant and primal experience may lead down a road of distance from the commitments that are ultimately most important to us.
It had been a long spring semester at Tech. His first year had been filled with a lot of emotional strain and academic pressure as a result of performance expectations from his family. A two week rest of solitude and quiet would be a welcome relief before he had to start his summer job.
I guess I was sort of tired, because I began to daze off into dead space. One of my coworkers, Anthony, roused me from my daydream. Anthony was a very handsome man. A bit shorter than me, maybe 5'10" tall, slim and fit looking with dark hair colored red and dark eyes that pierced into my heart. I've always considered falling in love with another man, and Anthony was the kind that made me swoon.
Sarah, another friend, had said that she would accompany him on the 8 hour drive. Jason arrived at Sarah's home and after loading her ample luggage into the car, they set off for the coast. It was a hot day, and Jason thanked his lucky stars in choosing a car that had air-conditioning.
The Wall Street Journal lay open across his knees. Its three inch high headline stark against the white paper screamed, NIKKI WIPEOUT! At least they're printing the truth now. Hell! The wipeout was a fact a ten days ago. The only news in that headline was that they were finally admitting the undeniable.
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