"I want you to do something first, Matt," I said softly.
"What? Tell me."
"I want you to get up on your hands and knees."
Matt hardly paused. His muscled stomach rippled as he lifted himself to a sitting position. He wrinkled the forehead of his handsome face, his gorgeous eyes full of passion and a question.
As he turned onto his hands and knees I sat back and looked at him from behind. His dark, black hair flowed up his legs and lightly covered his ass. His cheeks flexed with solid muscle, two huge dimples on each side. He didn't have a large bubble butt, but instead had a lean, muscular ass that fit so well with his lean, jock body. My hard-on almost throbbed as I took in the tight calves, the strong thighs and the dramatic taper from his narrow waist to his broad, sexy shoulders.
I moved to the head of the bed, and slid around to my back.
Sharing the bed with Derek our farm hand. He worked hard during the day and I just loved looking at his body. He never seemed to mind that I stared at him for longer periods of time. He asks me if I mind him sleeping in the nude. How could I mind?
I bought two all lesbian and two regular movies. I was most excited about seeing the cock slide in the girls pussy so I planned to watch one of those first. I often wondered about guys and even jacked off to the idea several times. I even dressed in girls clothes and imagined being with a guy sometimes. I just ignored it because there was no way I could be gay or bi.
I worked for a termite and pest control place then so I worked with all men. The usual talk was about sex with women and how great pussy is. I've been with some women but prefer to suck cock. No one knew my secret so I just talked crap with them. There was a guy named Jimmy that was very openly gay so no one liked him. We had different jobs there so I only saw him breifly in the mornings.
Whatever it is about them, they are the one thing that can make a long, boring highway drive more interesting and exciting. Of course, some are much better than others. The best ones are the old places with plenty of holes in them to see your neighbor. The first stall is the one I always take.
Although I'm not really in the closet, I don't advertise myself, either - especially at work - but after three hours of non-stop drinking, I was feeling reckless. After three hours of staring at Craig, the manager of our company store, I was feeling horny, too, especially since I knew he was gay. Well, I was nervous and excited. Anyway, we went back into his office and he started talking.
I was going to school at a state university. It was about 55 miles away from my house so I usually stayed at my best friend's apartment 2 or 3 times a week. It was my first semester even though I was 23. I had just gotten out of the military the summer before and finally got around to getting myself together. Being best friends we didn't see much of each other while I was away for 4 years.
We had just left a club called the Cubbyhole and I was in a bad mood. We spent the night going from club to club and in that time I only found one fuckable guy. Yeah he was hot and of course I got his digits but come on, one guy in the span of five hours is pathetic. I can do better. I mean just look at me. Not to mention a 9" cock and the mutant power to make you cum with less than a thought.
I had just purchased a fun Yamaha motorcycle and loved riding it around the city and in the mountains just outside of town. As you can imagine, I was motivated to cruise around not only to get kicks out of my new bike and to check out the scenery, but also as a vehicle to get me more cock. On this particular day, it was early evening, early autumn and the weather was great. He smiled again.
Panting, he wiped the sweat from his face. He had the same nightmare. He laid back down, ignoring the sweat-saturated surface of his pillow. He hoped his tossing and turning didn't wake his roommate. But, Ryan's muffled snoring was sufficient enough to rid AJ of that fear. As his rapidly pounding chest continued to slow to it's normal pace, AJ tried to rest his eyes.
It's been a tradition with my parents for years now. I personally look forward to the holiday because it gives me a chance to sit back relax. Little did I know that I would get other relaxation this time around.
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight. The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. I was certain that it would hurt. Kiss his balls.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
"Move over me, Matt. I want you to fuck my mouth."
His eyes widened slightly, either with surprise or excitement, I didn't know which. I moved my legs tightly together and he swung one leg over me, straddling me with his body.
I reached up and ran my hands from his bulging shoulders, down the warm muscle, then to his lats, feeling the ridges, then along to his thighs. I pulled slightly, signaling him to begin.
"I want to suck your cock and when you get close, I want you to shoot it all over my chest, okay?"
Matt nodded as he moved up over me, spread out his arms to brace himself, and moved his thick cock toward my mouth.
My hands reached his ass my heartbeat picked up a beat or two as I ran my fingers over the warm, sexy cheeks and pulled him to me. I took one hand down and reached for his cock. It bobbed in the air, still arching toward his flat, hard abs, and I grabbed the cut head and gently tugged. Matt stretched his torso out and let me guide him down toward my watering mouth.
We didn't start right away. I had to tease him just a little. I ran my nose along the side of his thick cock,down to the black, wiry pubic hair, inhaling his wonderful scent. One hand ran along his balls while the other still rested on his ass. His chest filled my vision as he lowered his body closer to mine.
I moved my legs next to his, feeling his hairy thighs tickle mine as he moved.
Slowly I rubbed my face along his cock, making it jump up and down. I turned my head slightly to the side and rubbed my cheek along his rock hard abs. I felt the heat of his body all over my face and I could hear his soft grunts as he kept flexing his body, aiming his penis for my mouth.
I laid back, pulled him forward with a strong tug, and let him drive his hard cock into my hot, warm mouth. He let a long "oooooohh, yeahhhh" as I took him inside me. My vision was filled with his abdomen, cock and pubic hair. I felt almost as if I was completely surrounded by Matt. The chemistry between us felt so good. We were crackling along together, moving at the same pace.
His big strong cock moved in and out of my mouth, slowly at first as he measured how deeply he could go. I moved my hand from his ass to his arm, finding a bulging mound of solid bicep. I kept my hand there, feeling his muscled arm pump as he lowered down and up, down and up.
I kept my lips tight around his cock, rolling my tongue along the underside of his cock. It tasted hot, smoky and sexy. This wrestling jock was one of the hottest guys I had ever been with. I wanted to bring him off but I also didin't want it to end.
Matt began lengthening his slide in and out of my mouth. His strong thrusts pushed my head flat against the pillow. I relaxed and let him set the pace now. In his cock slid, filling my mouth, then out, until the head just cleared my lips. Once or twice he would pull out too far and his cock would pop out, bouncing against his stomach.
But he had a feel for the distances and would quickly move his hips down and forward in a push for my mouth.
"Oh, Jase. This is so good. I"ve never fucked anyone's mouth. Where....unnhh.....don't, don't stop, man."
I didn't have much say in the matter as he continued to flex his strong muscles, pushing his big penis into me.
As he dragged his cock in and out, I moved my hand to his waist. I wasn't sure how he reacted when he got close so I wanted to keep tabs on his breathing. I thought that would be the most reliable indicator.
That and the thickness and rigidity of his cock. And man did it get rigid in my mouth. And boy did that turn me on.
I moved my other hand to my own cock and began a steady stroking. This hot mouth-fuck sent extra strong shocks straight to my cock. It wouldn't take long for me. I felt very close.
Matt began to make small noises--quick intakes of breath as my tongue rubbed along that sensitive spot just under the head of his cock. He seemed on autopilot now. I couldn't see his face but he settled in a steady pace, moving his hard-on in and out of my mouth.
I felt his quick intakes of breath as bursts of pleasure raced up and down his body from my sucking. Through my hand on his waist, I began to feel him tightening up. My sexy airport jock was going to shoot--and shoot soon.
It felt so sexy giving him all this pleasure. I wanted to time this so I would come as close to his orgasm as I could.
"Unhh. Yeah. I'm so close, I'm getting close, Jase. Oh, oh, oh," Matt said softly, the passion evident in his voice.
In and out, in and out, his cock plunged deep into me and I sucked hard, pulling him into my body, feeling his chest pound into my face on each downstroke, rubbing his sweaty, hot skin against mine.
"Ohhhhh, I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna shoot!," Matt said.
I kept jacking myself but moved my hand to his flat stomach and gently pushed, hoping he wasn't too lost in the feelings to remember to pull out. Suddenly, he pulled back and dropped to one knee, keeping the other one up to brace himself. He put his hand right on my pec, squeezing my chest and nipple and put the other onto his cock, jacking it off for me.
"Here it comes, oooooh yeahh," he said tightly as it started. I felt the first warm contact against the side of my face. His cum just exploded out of his cock. His muscles rippled as the feelings took over and the vision sent me over the edge, too.
"Matt, I'm going to come with you. Yeah, here I come."
As blasts of Matt's hot cum splashed on my chest and visions of his muscled, sexy body filled my eyes, I felt myself begin to explode. The feelings felt incredibly intense and they went on for what seemed like a very, very long time.
We both moaned as our orgasms rose, then deflated. Matt lowered himself on his side, as I finished shooting my load. I whipped my head back and forth as the feelings moved up and down my body. As they subsided, Matt rolled toward me, bringing his chest into contact with mine, mingling our cum together. He moved forward until his lips touched mine and I breathed in his breath as we kissed.
This guy continued to amaze me. I moved my hand to his back and pulled him tightly to me. We were both pretty sticky but oh did it feel fabulous. I ran one hand through his jet black hair as he broke the kiss and nestled alongside me.
"Dude, that was.....great," Matt said with a completely contented sigh. I felt his body relax along mine.
I laid still for a moment, feeling his body next to mine, feeling my heartbeat begin to return to normal. I wasn't about to move. I pulled a blanket up and manuevered it over us.
I turned my head into Matt and breathed in his sexy smell, as we drifted into a deep, restfull sleep.
Sure enough, the parking lot was empty and I got right to work. I only took a couple of short breaks and was feeling very sore by mid-afternoon. I decided that I had earned a break and went to the men's room to use the shower facilities. I was had just finished shampooing my hair when I saw someone enter the dressing area.
While I like to give head, the kind of guys that I am attracted to tend to want me to be more passive. Let me describe myself first. I'm 5'10", 185 pounds, and I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have a pretty muscular build and I lift weights 3 times per week to stay in shape. My arms and chest are firm.
My one buddy Sean showed up to the bar with a friend visiting from New York. To better set this up, I am a rather small guy with a nice body and very nice butt. OK, there were a total of five of us running around this bar for the T-dance, and having a blast. His thighs were like tree trunks.
But each time it happened I found my self more in awe of just how damned much they seemed to love sucking my cock. It was hard to believe that they seemed not bothered at all that I wouldn't suck them off and in fact seemed to enjoy sucking me and taking my cum as much if not more than I enjoyed being sucked off.
In the middle of traffic, at a light on Monterey Hwy I begin to rub my cock through my suitpants. Squeezing the balls, massaging the head, looking around nervously to see if anyone is looking. No one is. I slowly move my hand up my body, pinching my nipples. Once I do, my cock gets instantly hard. They rest on my pants, heavy and full of cum. I see the number, and know it's you.
There's also a lot of Coreys, Chads, Brads, and Shanes. Mostly they are rich, hot, cocky little bastards--just my style. One Mike was a notorious partier. He was always at the bar, and pretty much everyone on campus knew him. He never could control his partying. I always figured the coke kept the fat off.
I really didn't think anybody would answer it, 'cause I didn't think anybody was as crazy and kinky as I am, at least not around THIS little town. New York City, MAYBE, but not here. So here I am, on my way to meet this guy, out on the highway, at the convenience store. How convenient.
The hell week hazing I went through was pretty old-fashioned. My pledge brothers and I had spent most of the time in our brief's getting swatted with paddles that we had had to make ourselves. The worst part was the ritual of kissing and thanking the damn thing each time a brother used it on you prior to returning it to it's wall hook in the main dining room.
I was not having a good day, and the fact that this dump truly stunk was not making it any better. Added to that was that the bad neighborhood compelled me to park my new car in a pay lot, I was running late to meet my friend's bus, and I was busting to take a crap. Walking to the arrival schedule, I saw Dave's bus was going to be about a half hour late. "Great," I thought, open crapping.
Got an early flight home. Call up my man and tell him that I am on the way home. Soon I will be there and already looking forward to his hands on my ass. My cock wants to feel his hole. My cock is about to burst out of my jeans.
Randy is twenty-two and as you would expect is in incredible physical condition. He has boyish good looks, but his most outstanding trait is his outgoing personality. Randy is about 6' tall with a head of thick sandy colored hair.
The away team was neck and neck against the home side as the rugby guys played the ball one way and then the other, moving from one side to the other over and over again - the teams seemed pretty evenly matched. Things seemed okay as the away team took possession, Tom getting the ball into his massive spade like hands; gripped tight running towards the oppositions back line.
I'm a real hot jock, with a body which I've worked awfully hard to look good. Now, for me, there is only one real sport, and that is hoops, baby. I love to bang bodies in the paint, and I play very aggressively. Our coach likes a running game, so we stay in great shape. And I pump iron to keep my body strong enough to punish whoever wants to try to guard me.
His chest ached, his biceps were sore, and his quads twitched with the signs of a tough workout. But this hadn't been a workout for pleasure. This had been a rough competition. He walked gingerly to the locker room and looked forward to a shower.
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