I have a fuck buddy named Rick whom I've known for two years. 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've always had a weakness for big bruisers with facial hair & Rick fits the bill perfectly. He's in his mid-thirties, over six feet tall with jet black hair, a thick mustache & a perpetual five o'clock shadow that gives him a real macho aura. If you didn't know he couldn't stand sports, you could just picture him on your television screen giving NFL color commentary.
This past weekend Rick came over to spend a few nights at my place. I spent all Friday night tongue-washing his furry body from top to bottom. We ended up with Rick on his back holding up his massive legs as I slobbered over his fat prick, hairy balls, & sweet musty butthole.
I love to rim Rick's ass out & when I forced about an inch of tongue into his hole, he yelled & shot juice all the up to his chin. After he gave me an expert head job & I splashed his tonsils with cum, he flipped me over & fed his fat whopper into my mantwat for an expert ride.
After a hot shower together, we lay in bed cuddling & rambling on about nothing. As Rick absently stroked my nipples, I offhandedly remarked that since we have so much fun in the sack we should get another guy to join us. Breaking off his tit-work, Rick snuggled up next to me & asked me how serious I was. When I told him I hadn't been in a group scene in ages, Rick smiled & told me that we were going to find us a playmate for the rest of the weekend.
An hour later we were scoping out one of the south of Market bars that was geared towards the blue-collar working man. As we worked our way thru the bar, we'd assess the men that passed by. As I mentioned, I've always had a weakness for big men with facial hair & even though I'm only 5'7" I work out to maintain a solid build. I also keep my hair & mustache short. I guess I've always been a fan of the 1970's Castro Clone look.
There were a few guys that were quite attractive, but no one really caught us in the groin. As we headed out the bar, we crossed paths with a dude who was just under six feet tall, in his late thirties, & hot. He had a dark brown crew cut & dark green eyes. He was wearing a v-neck tee shirt that showed off his huge furry chest & while he had a gut, I knew that this fucker was solid all over. Both Rick & I smiled at him & when his sexy scowl was replaced by an open grin, I knew that we had our prize bull stud for the weekend.
It's a hard choice. I'm holding my contact add and a naked photo, but should I mail it to the gay magazine. Well, now it's done, but I have this funny feeling, it's like I regret, but it's all to late now, isn't it. The days passed, nothing happened, but then suddenly one day this letter came: It was a plain white envelope without name, but I knew what it was. It was from a Swede.
By the time I found the place and got settled in, it was about 10 PM, and I was kind of surprised to see lots of other cars there too. I didn't think they were all there for the same thing I was, but I've since learned differently. About 10:30, another car, a big, black town car (might have been a Cadillac), pulled into the spot next to me.
I was the guy who had the dick everyone sucked through the glory hole. I'd start getting a hardon after work on Friday night because I entertained thoughts of the weekend I would spend at the baths.
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.
The cordless phone haphazardly lying right next to me in bed rudely awakened me. Not the sound you want to hear after a long hard night of partying with the boys. Not out of the norm for a 21-year-old college student, "Hello"? I grumbled into the receiver. "Wake up Collin, it's 11 o'clock for God's sake!" Ryan said jokingly. I slipped off my CK's and started the water. Fuck, I needed that.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
His name is Ben and lives about 2 hours from me. Anyway, the first time I ever met him, I drove to his house, and though he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Though at the time, I wasn't sure what was going on in my life.
My name is Zane I am a 26 yo well hung white male with lot's of dark silky body hair, full head of black hair ( when not shaved or clipped short), 6' tall, 175#, muscular and handsome 7 1/2 uncut. I love to play with hair, shaving, buzz cuts. He said a friend would be over for a flat top and some body trimming the next night. I stripped and took John's place in the chair.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
We sat on opposite sides of the room, not sure what to do next. For several months now, Rob and I had been talking by phone, getting to know each other, and expressing our desires to make love to a man. We met "by accident," when one night, in a moment of inspired fantasy about touching another man's body, I had called a phone introduction network. Rob had just cooked me a wonderful dinner.
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.
It was his fourth or fifth arrival. He came to realize his small business in our East European country where I live. Originally I met him through my really good Russian friends and I knew him well as a guy whom I can believe. So he was always welcome to stay in my house. This train journey was really hard for him. He was wan, tired and scarcely hiding the pain.
The man told us his name was Jeff & after short introductions in which we discussed the kind of fun we were looking for, he said he'd love to join us for a "sandwich."
Rick & I both copped a feel of his fat meat thru his jeans as he grabbed the backs of our necks & fed us both his tongue. That three-way kiss got us so hot that we rushed out of the bar back to our cars so that Jeff could follow us back to my place.
Once we were back in the bedroom, Rick had Jeff & me strip down while he kept his heavy cock & balls packed away in his briefs. He led the game, instructing me to french-kiss Jeff while he massaged Jeff's back & butt. Rick whispered heated instructions to me to start licking the sweat off of Jeff's hairy body. I started at his thick neck then slid my mouth down to his furry chest that had surprisingly small pink nipples.
As I sucked Jeff's tits, Rick started to bite the back of his neck lightly while he reached around to play with his heavy prick. As Jeff moaned, Rick lifted his right arm & began licking out the sweaty armpit while I chewed my way past his fuzzy gut to his thick uncut cock. Jeff had a great dick--a little over six inches long & fat as a kielbasa. I peeled the moist foreskin back & took a few slow swipes across the head to get a good taste of his seeping pre-cum.
Groaning louder, Jeff shoved his dick down my tight throat while Rick held the back of my head so that I was pressed into that hairy crotch. As Jeff & Rick started to kiss, I worked my mouth over to Rick's bulging, wet BVD's. Yanking the front of his briefs down, I swallowed Rick's cock while I jerked off Jeff. I switched from one dick to the other & finally had the two fat swollen cock heads pressed together as I lashed them with my tongue. Breaking off the kiss, Rick then commanded us into the bed.
I lay on my back & Rick got down between my thighs & started to give me a beautifully sloppy, wet blowjob. As Jeff bent down to kiss me, Rick took my dick out of his mouth & told Jeff how much I'd love to have his big bushy rump on my face. Jeff got up on the bed with his knees on either side of my head & facing Rick, who went back to gulping down my dick, he spread his meaty ass over my hungry mouth.
Reaching up & supporting his butt with a hand on each down-covered cheek, I spread Jeff's hot manhole & started to tease him--barely touching his hole, letting my tongue leave a wet trail of saliva along the rim of his sweaty asshole. When Jeff growled that he needed my tongue all the way in, I stiffened my tongue & slid it in deeply, spreading his pucker with my fingers.
I knew this wasn't going to last much longer: Jeff's breathing was already ragged & my own cock was ready to shoot in Rick's hot sucking mouth. As I continued to slobber all over Jeff's hot butt-beef, I felt hands pinching my nipples. That did it...I pried Jeff's buns as far apart as I could, shoved my tongue deeper into his hole, & unloaded a series of thick cum wads into Rick's mouth. Before I was done shooting, I felt Jeff's ass tighten then felt my chest & stomach being covered with his warm jizz.
Breaking off, the three of us flopped down in bed. Jeff & I were breathing hard, but Rick still hadn't shot his load. He told us he need to cum in a wet hole pronto. Jeff must have been a mind reader. As I started licking out Rick 's left pit he worked on Rick's nips--we both mouthed Rick's panting, sweaty body for several minutes until Rick groaned that he needed to cum & started to jack off his big dick.
With a growl, Jeff slapped Rick's hand away from his dripping cock & before he could protest, Jeff was tonguing the right side of Rick's tool while I slurped on the left half. Jeff & I were french-kissing each other with Rick's leaking cockhead caught between our lips & tongues. I stared into Jeff's eyes & could detect a mischievous twinkle as we both enjoyed that hard piece of drooling meat.
After a minute of this double suction, Rick yelled & shot off a creamy load. Both Jeff & I had our lips & tongues covered in his sperm as we continued to kiss one another...
After about an hour's rest, we started up again. This time we ended up with me once again on my back with my legs wrapped around Jeff's waist as he plugged my asshole while Rick stood over us face fucking Jeff. Needless to say, Jeff decided to change his plans for the weekend & spent it with us. I now have two hot fuck buddies to keep me occupied!
First let me describe myself. I am 5 11 155 lbs 18 years old runners build and a 7 cut cock. My parents took me first to France to see Paris. So hear I am on a subway train riding it through Paris with this nicer looking adult male behind me who has been checking me out the whole ride and moving closer and closer to me. he than pulls my shorts down just enough to access my crack and my hot hole.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
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.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
I couldn't and still can't really believe it happened. I live in an entirely Italian neighborhood, complete with your big-shot teen street gangs. Everybody is real cool though, and no-one really messes in anyone else's business. There's just something about a smooth Italian chest that really turns me on.
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.
I'm married to a 66 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past nine months i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide anal sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. no, into loving a man with my body. his semen. He so needs me.
He came to a bridge over the babbling brook. Underneath that bridge was a troll. When the troll heard the littlest billy goat's hooves clattering on the wooden bridge, he jumped out from under the bridge and stood in front of the little billy goat. "I'm going to eat you all up!"
It was mid July and a very warm night. A very close friend and I were out driving around looking for some hot action. We enjoyed this picnic area that is located on a small island on the to a very well known tourist spot. At this picnic area in the evenings many gays meet there. That night we drove around the picnic area twice in a half hour not finding much action. I dared him to do the same.
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.
My friends had always gone with me. Many other kids went as well. One in particular was a totally hot guy Chris, he looked like Brad Pitt, but 18, blonde streaks in his hair, and a 8 pack. He was built just like him too. Anyway, my friends couldn't make it this week so I went alone. I hadn't noticed it but I was walking beside him down the road. We began to talk.
It was his fourth or fifth arrival. He came to realize his small business in our East European country where I live. Originally I met him through my really good Russian friends and I knew him well as a guy whom I can believe. So he was always welcome to stay in my house. This train journey was really hard for him. He was wan, tired and scarcely hiding the pain.
K. I'm the villain, here. I want to make that clear. Everything that happened was my fault. I really loved Brad. Love. I love Brad, I never stopped. But, I acted like an ass, and here's what happened: Brad and I met 3 years ago. It was at a bar. We didn't have sex right away, even though we sure wanted to. At least I did. But something about Brad made me want to wait. He said...
I hired a 19 year old boy named Greg, a college student trying to earn money to pay for his room and board. He was a quiet kid, who didn't seem too personable. He had dark curly hair, was thin and not so good looking, but I liked his thin wiry body and enjoyed watching him work. He wore sweat pants and shirt, and it was easy to see his cock bulge in the sweat pants.
Traffic was so light, that it didn't exist at that time of night, and it was starting to sprinkle rain, with flashes of lighting illuminating a heavy bank of clouds told me it was about to do more than sprinkle. There was nothing I could do but trudge along on the verge of the highway, and hope for the best. I was tired, and decided to try to find some cover to get some rest.
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