I had the day off from work. I had worked five shifts in three days and deserved a day to myself. I wanted to sleep in, but my paperboy, Ned, had different ideas. Ned was a cute 18 year old stud, muscular, a soccer player. He was on the other side of my door for his money at 5:00. I am usually gone to work at that time, so when he saw the car in my driveway, he rang the doorbell.
I sleep in green hospital scrubs without underwear. I was pissed when I was awakened at this hour on my day off, but was pleased when I saw Ned. I let him in. We chatted small talk briefly, then I went upstairs to get his money. When I came back downstairs, he was on the sofa naked, stroking a cock that had to be at least 9". He was hot! I approached him, got on my knees and licked his butt hole. I moved my tongue up his balls and cock shaft. It was a long way to that head, but when I was there, I deep-throated him in one shot. Being a bottom since I was his age, I was an experienced cocksucker.
He reached down and pulled my drawstrings and I stood up, taking them off. He stood and we kissed. I held him tight, fulfilling a long time fantasy of mine. He turned me around and I got on the floor on my stomach. He spread my legs and knealt between them. His cock was raging and I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. He put the tip in and found that I wasn't as tight as he had thought. (As I said I had been a bottom for many years.) He fucked me hard! The harder he fucked, the more I screamed for more.
I felt his cock throbbing in my ass. I had a hard-on of my own, I picked my ass up and jerked my cock. He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder. I said to him that I didn't want him to shoot his load in my ass, I wanted him to pump it down my mouth. I just love the taste of cum--especially the cum of a young, hot babe like this one.
He turned me over and jerked my cock a little before he moved his hot body to my mouth. I gripped his cock between my lips and sucked it hard. He moaned, fucking my face. Then he shot a load from that huge cock, continuuing his face-fucking. I swallowed as much as I could, licking the rest up later. Then I shot my load into the air, still choking down his load.
We stood and embraced. It was 5:30 now and he had to go...school. To bad he couldn't play hookey and spend the day fucking me. Another day, perhaps. But I didn't need his cock anyway. For my day of cocks had just begun...
After the paperboy left, I went to take a shower. His smell was still on me, turning me on. I closed my eyes and saw his cute face, wishing he were still with me. The water ran down my face. Then I heard the sound of a lawn mower.
I went to the club again but I arrived about midnight. I parked, took a deep breath and went in. The scene was much the same as the first time only this time I was more relaxed and at ease. I ordered a beer and traversed the floor. There were lots of possibilities and I wanted more this time. I didn't want to settle for someone. I wanted someone cute and sexy who was my type.
See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me.
Both we in there late 20's, and worked hard all week except Sundays. Sundays they liked to kick back, polish off a few brews, and enjoy the park, or a hiking trail. Today was no different; they were hiking the trail up to Eagle's Nest in the Adirondacks Mountains. After a few hours they pulled off the trail to drink and rest. They found a shady spot near a clear pool by some huge rocks.
My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by.
I was goalie and well lets say most hockey players are sexy. Like always some of us shower after games and practices. "By the way im Mark 18 years old and im one of them punk kids you stay away from in school. SO as you can imagine im not loved by all. But i am cute. Standing five foot nine and two hundred ten pounds of goalie muscle. The rest is for you to imagine. (or so i thought).
one reason because i had to use the bathroom, second reason because i wanted to read the sex writing on the walls an inside the stalls. it was obvious that men were having sex here an sucking eachothers cocks, cause there was date an times, an request, an phone numbers written everywhere.
The heat was suffocating and he really hated working at the laundry, it seemed to attract every ugly red-neck in a two county radius. Luckily, there was the occasional cute college boy, from the apartments across the street. So far this afternoon thought it had been ugly and uglier. Plus he still had two hours left on his shift. As a matter-of -fact he was painfully shy.
Late enough - the sun's gone down, the stores have been closed for hours, and the streets will be deserted. Quietly I slip out of the dorm - not that anyone would really care where I was going, and most of them know anyway. I head off down the hill - down into the heart of the city.
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 have been fucked in many ways, no secrets - enjoyed by many who have come back for more. I enjoy sharing my high sexual drive with a like minded guy. Even though the linen of my pocket it was exiting and so arousing. Although at that particular point in time I had no idea what I was letting myself in for.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
Not many people went there, and if I hung out in the mens room, occasionally I got to suck cock. One afternoon, a slightly chubby guy with medium brown hair about 25 came in and watched me sitting on the toilet stroking my cock. He came over to me and started stroking me and playing with my balls. He had a really nice touch and got between my legs and sucked my cock.
With great energy, I toweled off and made a cup of coffee to take out onto my deck. There was Doug, my landscaper. He was adorable, a short hair cut, a tanned body, and a nicely shaped bulge. He wore cutoff jeans and hitop sneakers without socks. They flopped up and down as he walked. When he was done he walked up the deck stairs and sat down next to me.
"Good morning," he said.
"What's up."
"Oh I don't know...this, perhaps." He put his hand on my throbbing bulge. "I think we need to go inside now, don't you?"
"Why? There's plenty of cover out here."
There was. A big elm tree shaded the deck and tall juniper bushes made us seem very secluded. He slipped off his sneakers and stood up. I undid the button on his jeans and took him in my mouth. It was a dream cum true for me. Since I hired him, i'd been after his cock, now I had it firmly between my lips and his was fucking my face. I took his thrusts like a real cocksucker, licking the underside of his cock as he forced it into me.
Then he pulled out and took my hand. I stood. We embraced and kissed. His tongue was very long and it swabbed my throat. He licked my nipples, sliding my briefs down as he did. Doug got on his knees and began sucking my cock. It was very sensitive and I felt close to creaming him, but his manipulated my balls in such a way that made the urge to cum disipate. He also started to put a couple of fingers in my ass.
Next he turned my around and started to tongue the inner walls of my ass. He rimmed me, placing spit goobers in my ass and spreading them around with his fingers. He sat me on the deck table and I took his cock in my mouth again, just to moisten it. He knealt on the table and grabbed my ribs, my feet were on his chest. He inserted his cock into my ass and started fucking me--slow at first--teasing me. Then when he knew I could take it, he went faster and harder. He fucked me good, my feet pushed against his chest. He took the left one into his hand and started to suck my toes. Doug was actually sucking my toes! I stroked my cock as he pounded my ass. I was all focused on him. My attention was his. I dreamed of this day all year...now it had become a fucking reality.
He pulled out when he was ready and jerked off over my crotch. I rushed into a sitting position and swallowed his cock to the base; he came, hitting my tonsils and I swallowed his tasty load. He jerked me off and I had an amazing orgasm. I saw stars. Doug was an awesome fuck!
"WOW!" I said.
"Yeah," Doug was still dazed. "Didn't think you swallowed."
"Be a waste not to."
He smiled and got dressed. I did the same. He started down the deck stairs, but turned.
"You know the guy next door who suns himself every day at 11:00?"
"Yeah."
"He told me he wants to fuck you," he said with a wink. "Until next week."
Eleven O'clock...Wow! Only an hour to recoup from Doug.
After the landscaper left I was so excited. Michael, the 20 year old home from college actually wanted to fuck me. I couldn't believe it. I figured, a big man on campus, President of the Student Senate, and head of the Delta Lamda Lamda Fraternity would have girls gallore to fuck. But...
It was 10:00 when the landscaper left and I knew that Michael was always outside sunning himself at 11A--you could set your watch to it. So I put on my shortest, tightest pair of denim shorts i could find and sat out on my deck and waited. Sure enough at 11:00, Michael emerged onto his deck. The sun was at its strongest on his deck, my deck had been shaded already. I watched him as he sat out on his lounge chair. He had a walkman in his ears. He smiled and gave me a wave. My cock grew--it was bulging against my denim. He laid down facing away from me. I then took action. I walked over to his house and climbed his deck stairs. He was wearing sunglasses. I stood against the wall with my legs crossed over each other. I stared at his cock outline in his briefs. My heart was pounding, I prayed that the landscaper hadn't been telling me a lie and I would emerge from here with a black eye.
Then he looked over at me. He removed his shades. His blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight. He was beautiful. Long shoulder length blond hair, a rippled chest, firm abs, muscular thighs, and very nice feet. I wanted to jump him right there.
"Hello," he said.
"Hi," I returned in a weak voice.
"You spoke with our landscaper I see."
I smiled...no black eye.
"Yes."
"You're late. I expected you an hour ago." He slid his briefs off. His cock was flacid, but he worked it and it became firm in a matter of seconds. He was horny and so was I. I needed him now!
"Wanna go inside?" I asked.
"Nope," he said.
I got on my knees and put his cock into my mouth. I took it all at once. It was about 7 and a half, but fat and cut. It tasted wonderful. I put it in my mouth and tasted his pre-cum. It oozed down my throat. I closed my eyes. This was a fantasy cum true for me. I moved my mouth up and down his veiny shaft. I was thrilled by the amount of pre-cum...he must have been very horny.
Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling.
My roommate Tom and I were sitting around having a couple drinks. Trying to decide what to do with ourselves that night. After some discussion we finally decided to go downtown to the local bar and play some pool and see what was happening. Tom then decided to take a shower. When Tom came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his middle I couldn't help but admire his body.
I am a 40 y/o black guy with light complexion, about 5'10", average build. I was staying at the usual place when ever I travel there. As always at night, I was watching one of the porn channels on pay-per-view, and to my surprise they had a gay channel. I've always been curious and fantasized about gay porn, but never did anything about it. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
I had watched him walk to and from the showers with his dick swinging thru football season and basketball season and now almost thru baseball season. I dreamed about how long and big his cock must be when its hard, and just had to find out. I had tried every trick in my book but hadn't gotten to first base. So I made the final decision.
A three day weekend was up, and I looked forward to having the free time. Passing near a park on my way to a house, I heard a footfall behind me. "Hey dude." I turned around. Behind me there was a dark-haired man with a trim moustache. I'd seen him around. He smiled. "I've spotted you at the Gold Mine.
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....
My first semester was a very confusing time for me; it was the first time I'd been away from home for any considerable length of time, and it was the first time I was confronted with my burgeoning sexuality. Now I was away at college, 500 miles from home. Jeff was the first one I met.
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.
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 was just conferred my rank as corporal when the company was sent three new recruits. We were stationed in Germany, about 3 miles from the Danish border, and so Americans were few and far between. I found more hot and horny German boys that American boys did little to interest me.
Sure I was match fit, but each year the training was harder and I was finding it difficult to keep up with the younger guys. So this was my last game and while I wanted to play forever I also knew that for my own good and the good of the team it was time for me to retire. "Quit while you are ahead" is good advise, although it is less easy to accept it.
He's good with his hands. He's an electrician, he makes great bread, he can fold paper into elegant little birds. He runs the lights and sound a couple nights a week at this little theatre. It's always a surprising voice when I hear it, it's warm but sexy.
His colleague was on holiday, which was extremely convenient as Paul had a major distraction to deal with and as a result was not getting much work done. There were a couple of workmen repairing the roof to his office, they were absolutely gorgeous and it was the middle of a heatwave so their clothing was minimal.
I had severe back and neck ache and my muscles were stiff, hence decided to go to a therapist. The met the therapist and he was my age but shorter. He took me into his small chamber having a bed. He threw a towel at me, asked me to undress and lie down. I did so, but I kept my underwear. He poured olive oil over my back and started massaging from neck to shoulders till my lower back.
You know the one - I think it was started by some dude named Craig. Just for kicks ('cause I'm straight) I opened the postings for men seeking men. Thought it would be funny to see what the local queers were up to. There was a posting on the site for a glory hole. He showed enough reluctance to convince me he was a virgin to this kind of thing.
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