"I'm just going to check your back passage". The elderly surgeon's voice seemed to echo from between the cheeks of my buttocks. I gulped as his finger forced open my sphincter and went where no man had been before. His Registrar was a hunky young guy named Osbourne. He gripped my shoulders and whispered reasuringly to me.
"Won't take long".
He was so close I could smell his aftershave. Then the surgeon hit my prostate and sent waves of pleaaure that caused my dick to go rock hard.
"I'm just going to pass an instrument into your rectum", the surgeon said.
The warm finger was replaced by cold steel. Osbourne held me even tighter and i felt pre-spunk ooze out of my erection.
The instrument was withdrawn and the surgeon told me to get dressed. When I stood up Osborne could not have failed to have noticed my aroused state but affected not to have seen it. I pulled my underpants and trousers back up. Osbourne shepherded me to the desk where the surgeon was waiting.
"There is no sign of disease in the rectum. Not that I would have expected to have found any in a healthy 19 year old, but then one never knows". He cleared his throat. "However, your sphincter muscle is abnormally tight. This can lead to problems but can be fixed simply with a procedure we call an 'anal stretch'".
First I was introduced to my cellmate Pete and once we felt comfortable, he began to tell me how things work in the joint. I remember going to the shower room for the first time. There was this one wall with about thirty shower heads. It was steamy but as I got closer I could see what was going on.
How the fuck could we lose? We were the #1 ranked team all season. No one even came close to us. And we lost 2-3. I left the field before the rest of the team and headed to the locker room. The whole school was there. I could see the mascot and the geeky science kid that was apparently his handler. I don't know if he liked animals or just hated sports. Fuck that little bitch.
This kid that I refer to as the bibleboy. He always carried a bible around until we met. First time we met my cock as almost exploding out of my work overalls. I noticed him glancing at it. He noticed how big it was and I was sure I would fuck him so hard.
Charlie founds out from the doctor that he just has a short time left. He rushes home to see his boyfriend Justin. He wants nothing more than to spend his last hours on this earth having sex with that man. As he gets home, his boyfriend tells him that he is actually the angel of death, destined to collect him when he dies. He was supposed to kill Charlie, but fell in love with him.
Coach Debor was wearing his skin tight white pants and showed us how to use all of the equipment. He noticed me staring at him the whole time. and I wasn't watching his arms. During lunch that day, I got a pass to go down to the lockerroom. Coach was there waiting for me and he told me that he saw me staring and that he was gonna teach to stare at him. All he was wearing was a towel.
In order to participate in sports, a physical was necessary. A local doc posted a notice on the bulletin board offering free sports physicals for students. He did physicals in groups, so that many could be done in a short time, after his usual office hours.
We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.
In my senior year I decided I would try out for football. I did so cause I had done just about everything else and there were some really hot guys I thought I could connect with. One hot classmate in particular had told me I should try out and I did so cause there seemed to be a promise of some hot times to come. Anyway, I went to the tryouts and the coach ended up accepting me.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
He was "my kind of guy". Twenty-something, polite, slight but powerfully built, and black. That ebony shade I love so well, that complimented his dark uniform, though I would have preferred to see him in Navy Dress Whites, or those skimpy shorts the UPS and FedEx guys wear sometimes. The truth is, I'd have preferred to see him with no uniform at all.
I love the crowds; it lets me spot a hot looking guy and follow him around without his noticing. I especially like to watch muscular guys walking in front of me so I can check them out all over. I saw some nice stuff that night, but I was there to shop. While in Sears, I decided I had to take a piss, so I found the rest room. Despite the mass of humanity everywhere else, it was quiet in there.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
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.
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.
Damn was I horny. My jeans were probably bustin' at the seams. If I wasn't so fuckin' sexed up I wouldn't be doin' what I was doin' now. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I mean jerkin' off could only do so much. I was driving down the interstate keeping a sharp eye out. My work schedule was real tight so it's been a while.
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
After high school graduation, we had gone our separate ways, but somehow managed to keep in touch. Three times I had had to call his mother to get his latest address, but we kept exchanging letters and occasional phone calls. I liked the guy, a lot. If I had just been able to tell him I was gay.
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.
My story takes place in Virginia I was working at a camp there and I decided to take a day off and go for a walk in the country side. I walked by this house and noticed that there was this hot older man naked sitting on the porch when i saw him i could not take my eyes off of him.
This day the weather was marginal, leaving me to wonder if I shouldn't tell my passenger that we would have to wait till morning till the front passes. Besides, he was late, and I was tired, hot, and now annoyed as well. He finally showed up, occupying the passenger seat of a tiny red sports convertible.
Why don't you get something to drink, sit back and relax while I tell you my story. My mane is Mike, and I have what I consider the best job in the world. Now, it doesn't pay that much, the hours are lousy, and the job has gotten a bad rep from a certain TV show. But, for a guy like me, it is the only job to have. It gets to be a madhouse sometimes, but I love it. So I went over to him.
"It's done under a general anaesthetic". He tapped his fingers. "The government is cutting back on elective surgery and this is one procedure which is no longer funded by the state".
Well, it was 1960, after all, and hospital resources were stretched to the limit.
"I could do the operation next week at a private hospital".
He smiled at me wolfishly.
"How .. how much would it cost?" I asked.
"About $2,000. Do you have health insurance?"
"No, I don't. And I can't lay my hands on that kind of money, either". I was an arts student, first year at uni and poor.
The surgeon slammed my file shut.
"We can probably control things by keeping your stools soft. Dr Osbourne will write you out a prescription".
The surgeon swept out of the room, probably hoping his next patient was much better off. Dr Osbourne was left-handed and diligently wrote out a preseription.
"Lavalax, 10 mg at night. Shake the bottle", he said handing me the sheet of paper. Again he was close enough for me to smell that aftershave.
"Look here Dale", the young doctor said, "Do you have any religious or moral objections to .. um .. sodomy".
I blushed as red as my hair. "Sodomy?", I squeaked, stupidly. I knew what the word meant.
"Yes, an erect penis penetrating another male's rectum". He sounded like he was quoting from a text book. "Passive homosexuals do not suffer from a tight sphincter, I can assure you of that".
"But ... "
"Think about it". He scribbled a telephone number on a card and I took it from him. "I'd like to help you out with some unorthodox therapy". He stood up and flashed me a knowing smile. Osbourne was a handsome toff.
I made my way from Out Patients on to the street. The throng of people on the pavement meant I had to hurry to get to my next lecture on time.
That card with the telephone number written on it in Osbourne's untidy hand, burned a hole in my pocket for days. I picked up the Lavalax from the pharmacy. It tasted foul and made me fart all night.
The medication helped me come to a decision about the registrar's offer. I knew I was queer but had never had sex with anyone before. It was illegal and the scene was very much underground in those days. So, I rang Osbourne from the telephone kiosk at my commercial lodgings.
The number turned out to be that of the hospital. I asked the receptionist if I could please speak to Dr Osbourne. There was a lengthy delay while she rang around, trying to find him.
"Osbourne". His voice in the earpiece almost made me jump.
"Um yes, it's Dale", I stammered. "Can I have some of your unorthodox therapy?"
"Sure! Saturday night OK? Say, around seven?"
"Yes".
"Good man. Meet me beside Reception in the hospital foyer. Must dash - I've got a hernia that needs unstrangling". He rang off.
On Saturday I swapped places on the bath roster. Back then we only had a bath once a week. I sat in the big tub scrubbing my pink flesh, paying particular attention to the inside of my bum crack.
While I was drying myself afterwards, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was a weedy little guy, the runt of the litter. I looked far younger than my 19 years. I sighed and got dressed.
At 7.00pm I stood in the Reception area of the busy hospital. There were people everywhere. I smelt his aftershave before I saw Osbourne.
"Come with me over to the Single Men's Quarters".
We trudged for miles along corridors. Then I heard a radio playing a hit tune of the day and we were in the staff area. The registrar shepherded me into his room and closed the door. There was a bed, a chair and a desk. Books everywhere. I didn't see that at first because my eyes went straight to the three men who were lounging in the small room.
"These are, um, colleagues. No names", Osbourne said. "You understand we need to be discreet about this".
The men looked like they'd spent the afternoon playing rugby and had then eaten half a sheep each for dinner. They were big and tough. I took a step back.
"I've got an idea", one hunk said. "Let's show the boy our wedding tackle and let him decide which one he wants to do him".
There was a murmur of agreement, then a general downing of trousers and underpants. I stared at their slack penises.
"Better get the old fella hard for him", one masculine registrar said. He spat on his hand and then started pulling on his dick. The others followed suit. Soon I was confronted by three, fine upstanding cocks. I turned to Osbourne who had kept his trousers up.
"Which one do you want?"
One cock was massive, another large. The third was smaller but as rigid as a poker. I pointed at him.
"Good choice", Osbourne said.
The other men got dressed an then looked at me expectantly. Suddenly, I decided to chicken out and made a run for the door.
"We've got ourselves a bolter!" one big guy yelled. I felt myself being tackled.
"Get his pants off".
My trousers got pulled down and my underpants quickly followed. Osbourne cleared his desk and I was placed chest down on that.
"Spread him", the man I had chosen ordered. Willing hands gripped both of my legs and pulled them apart. Osbourne grabbed my shoulders.
"It's for your own good", he said.
Then I felt a greasy nob push against my virgin backdoor. With one lunge he breached my sphincter. He kept pushing until his nuts slammed against my bum-cheeks.
I felt hot tears sting my eyes.
"Strewth! He is tight. This boy's behind needs a really good seeing-to".
The young registrar's penis seemed to swell inside me. The stinging hurt of my sorely-stretched sphincter eased a little. Then Osbourne's telephone rang. He answered it and then spoke urgently to the man who was inside me.
"Cardiac arrest on your ward".
"Shit! Give me a count-down, guys!"
They shouted in unison. "TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"
With each new number he thrust into me hard and fast. When the gang shouted 'ONE!' I felt his big member explode, filling my insides with hot spunk. Quickly he pulled out of me, and was still getting dressed as he rushed out the door. The men holding me did not relax their grip.
"Me next", the man holding my right leg, yelled. Osbourne reached down with his big paw and grabbed that leg, spreading me wide open while his other hand held me by the head.
This time a mushroom-headed thick cock slammed into my hot, tight juicy shitter. This man had no reason to hurry but did so anyway. In time at all he groaned and I felt his seed spurt inside me.
Like a team, they changed positions until the third man's big cock was bloating my shute.
"A bit soggy back here", he commented.
Then he slammed his fleshy monster home, working it like a piston inside my bum-hole. I was now quite enjoying the alien sensations. There was something comforting about being held by big men while a third enthusiastically performed Osbourne's unorthodox therapy. I did not feel the least bit coerced and was glad the men hadn't let me run out on them. The registrar who was in me grunted and then I felt his balls-juice fill my carnal canal.
1959 was still a simple time, yet every day was the same as it is today. I had a Black and White TV and Radio. I was sixty and fit enough to handle the boys if they got out of hand. I was sound asleep that first night the of younger boys arrival. I'd heard some strange noises and went to check. I opened the door to the room the two younger boys Jason 13 and Joel 11 were sharing.
I joined the Marine Corps at the end of my junior year. Delayed entry program. I'd had plenty of time to think about it and as the time drew near, I desperately wanted to get out of it. But the alternative was to stay in my home town. I chose to go to boot camp. It was my worst nightmare come to life. Up until then, I'd lived a life of relative ease.
Before ya' get too many idea's about me I'll tell you this; I've got a girlfriend, we fuck, we fuck alot but theirs one thing, one place I mean where she won't let me go and that's her arse. I'm a faithful guy, maybe I'm kidding myself but the way I see it if I fuck with guys thetas not really being unfaithful, it's just gettin' what I need.
Why did I visit ? Well been having trouble down under and without putting too fine a detail on it, I have had difficulty in passing - Doc Rudge gave me a good examination on the bench, "lay on your side and lift and bend your right leg" he said. "Now I'm getting all clinical I know but to cut a long story short," said the Doc after a short probe, "you need to moderate your sexual habits. "
It was the third day in a row that my cock was erect. I tried everything, but gave up and went to my doctor. Going to the doctors will never be the same again!
"Good morning Matt," Andre said. Matt's knees buckled hearing the doctor's deep Russian accent. "Are you okay Matt?" I told him that I was, annoyed that he would always turn me into a nervous teenager. Matt reached down and adjusted his hardened cock so it wasn't too obvious.
When we first met, we briefly toyed with the idea of moving in together but soon learned that the only thing we had in common was sex. Once we established we were better pals than lovers, we would get together about twice a month & to fuck our brains out, all in the name of friendship! I'm not in love with Rick. I'm in lust with the man.
I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
Jared's flight was to arrive at 3:30 and his plane to Europe was to leave three hours later from the international terminal. That gave us enough time to relax and act out some of our nasty fantasies. You see, Jared was a big fan of my stories and we kept in touch trading ideas. He wrote me once to tell me that he would be in my area and suggested we meet.
As he lay in bed rubbing his straining hardon, he thought about what he could do today to pass the time. Summers can get pretty boring when you live in the rural south. Beale County South Carolina was no exception. His best buddy David was gone to camp for a couple of weeks and there was no other friends nearby and he didn't have a car to go anywhere.
I'm a white guy with blue eyes, age 35, 6 feet and a defined body. I was home with a black stud I just met on gay chatroom. He was a true bull, age around 40, more than 6 feet and probably 200 ponds of muscles, like the guys employed in the security for concerts or disco, shaved head and intense black eyes. We made rapid presentations, his name was Cary.
Why don't you get something to drink, sit back and relax while I tell you my story. My mane is Mike, and I have what I consider the best job in the world. Now, it doesn't pay that much, the hours are lousy, and the job has gotten a bad rep from a certain TV show. But, for a guy like me, it is the only job to have. It gets to be a madhouse sometimes, but I love it. So I went over to him.
His dad had just helped him to move into his room that he would be sharing with another guy for the school year. The guy on the reception desk had told Joey that he would be sharing with a new guy to the school by the name of Sandy. Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. The two guys looked each other up and down. Sandy's track suit revealed a huge package.
Mostly in reference to my body size. I stand a full six feet two inches and weigh 260 pounds and carry it fairly well for being forty seven years old. Have brown hair with blue eyes and sport a large mustache. I am a very menacing looking person but actually am very soft at heart. The story I am about to tell you happened about a week ago. "Just wandering around, not looking for anything.
I had known some of the players as I played with them before hanging my skates up for good, so I ended up going and watching them play from time to time. After the games, I would sometimes head out to the bar to hang out with them as the either celebrated their win or drowned their sorrows after a loss. Anyways, before I start my story any further let me tell you a bit about me.
I went in, grabbed the beer and was standing in line when I noticed a cute guy behind me. I gave him a quick glance up and down, trying not to be too obvious. You see, I live in a "Mixed" neighborhood just outside Hillcrest, San Diego's GAY area. Anyway, he was a hot boy, with reddish hair, blue eyes and an average frame. "No I wasn't" I said. After about 5 blocks we got to his place.
Generally, we would go to the away games and come back in the same day, but once in a while we'd have to stay overnight, if it was too long a drive. I was on the varsity team as a freshman, quite a feat, but had become quite good since playing for about 12 years. We left early Saturday morning for an early afternoon game, which, after a 4 hour drive, would leave us a few hours to practice.
I stayed there with a British friend who had worked in the States a few years previously, which put a severe cramp on my sex life as he didn't appreciate me bringing anyone back to his tiny flat in London. So much for the fuck sessions I was hoping for with some hot Europeans.
He liked the look of his pee coming out, he liked the feel of it exiting his body, the feel of his bladder loosening and his muscles relaxing. The water made a dark spot on the tree in front of him and flowed down the trunk pooling up by the roots. He started pumping his meat slowly.
So I was 20, a nice looking young guy, good shape, light brown hair, hazel eyes, a sensitive face, lightly hairy chest, 6" cut, big balls, and a lovely smooth round ass. I was somewhat experienced, I'd been with a few guys, mostly sucking guys off in high school, had a couple guys top me, you know, nothing real long term or intense. Then I started working for Mr. Smith.
I am in my mid 20's 6 ft tall and 170 lbs,and had always been straight. About two years ago I began to explore sex with men also. I am writing the experiences I have had and posting them. Let me know if you enjoy. My previous experiences had taken place at one bathhouse or a video porn emporium.
He stared at the ceiling, as if he could find the answer to the question, which was playing, through his head: what the heck has he been dreaming? When his erection didn't shrink as usual, he took it in his hand and jerked it off. Afterwards, when he wiped himself of, he realized his dream had made him extremely horny. The feeling in his stomach became stronger.
He was breathing heavily and slouched on the handle bars and stared through the window at the driver. He was about eighteen, but looked younger. His hair short, with blond bangs, a T-shirt with Ren and Stimpy, short cutoffs, high-tops and slim hips, strong legs. The driver looked back at the cyclist, who was catching his breath.
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.
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