My name is Mark and I am 23 years old. I was always fascinated by young guys (18-21) with big cocks. Being always horny about this guys, I was searching the net for pics and videos with that content. However, when you are horny, you never have enough so I planned to create my own site with such content. The most difficult part was to find the models (due to low funds!). I had to find a way to get those studs online with the least cost.
One day, one great idea stoke my head: I put messages in magazines and in public places, that I would love to teach boys with big tools how to use them and I promised a lot of practice too! After a few days, and since none answered I was about to drop it but then, I got the first phone call: Dennis!
Dennis was a 18 years old, shy boy. Pure virgin. As he told me, when he tried to have sex with his girlfriend, he was so scared that she dropped him. His cock was enormous: about 9" long and 6" round. A class meat! He wanted me to teach him what to do not to scare the girls so he could finally fuck some hot chick.
He was 5'10" with short dirty blond hair and a pair of the most adorable green eyes I had ever seen. He was nicely built, not too muscled but not skinny. A perfect young guy to start with.
In our first meeting, he asked me what I would charge him for my services. When I told him that the only thing I wanted was a naked photo-set of him that I would publish on the net and his ass for me to fuck, he said no.
However, the next day he said it was ok since none would find out. I had my first client. A cute one.
I got his shoot a couple of film rolls of him in various states of undressing and then naked jerking off and shooting a huge amount of cum on his chest. After that, I told him what to take care of before sticking his cock in a hole (either a cunt or an asshole).
Since I worked during the day I took night classes and on this night I attended my Humanities class, when class was over I didn't feel like going home so I stopped by the liquor store and picked up a six pack of beer. I went driving around going nowhere in particular, and soon found myself way out of town.
It was like 1979, I was in college, and I worked out at the YMCA. No huge muscle guy, but I was in good shape. 6', 175#, longish light brown hair, high forehead, sensitive face, lightly hairy chest, 6" cut and smooth round buttocks. I got to know some of the guys in the weight room, including a couple "older" guys.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
His body is sunken in the large king size mattress and covered in the dark blue satin sheets. His head rests on two extra large down pillows with pillow cases that match the sheets. It is still an usual feeling for Joey Walker to wake up in a bed, let alone a bed with satin sheets.
At lunch, I planned on going to the bank to deposit my check. When I walked out of my office building in Southeast Louisiana, I could hardly believe the incredible weather. Low 70's, very little humidity, clear skies, and a cool breeze. Before I knew it, I was driving to a rest stop near my office with picnic tables and a trail in the woods. He was about my age, 33. I knew he was interested.
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.
Hunks all of them and sweaty hard-working men. Younger and older, most of them huge with bulging muscles from all the hard labor. But there was one guy who seemed bigger than the rest. He looked to be about 45 years old with a weathered face. He wore a yellow hard hat that fit tightly over his short, brown curls. A real stud construction worker. I watched him moving around the yard.
We started talking but by this point I was in a really bad mood and not very talkative, and I explained this to him and said that he sounded nice and that I would like to talk to him again but I was going to sign off now. So I offered him my email and my chat screen name so he could keep in contact, but then he tells me he doesn't have a computer and that he's at a friend's house.
As good as they were, I didn't know how special this day would turn out to be. Just off the food court of the terminal was the Mens' Room, a rather large Mens Room. It had the noisy double doors, and the main restroom was subdivided by having the twelve urinals and matching washbasins in the front portion, and trough the archway to the rear was the four sit-down stalls.
The weather was warm, but most people were at work. It was a school day, so the younger people weren't around. There had been a lot of dead fish that washed up on the beach from a bacterial issue in the water, so the beach was almost deserted. I sat in the sun for a while, then went to the mens room to shower the sand off me.
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. This is the story about my adventures with him, the landscaper, college stud next door, some frat boys, random stranded motorist and the pizza boy. This was a very busy all-day sex marathon!
He stood there looking like Mr. America. and so boyish in his hair. I loved jacking infront 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 asked if he wanted to see my ass. He nodded yes. I dropped my pants and stood jacking with my ass facing him. I hope he looked at it good and got a hard of his own. He probably did.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
He was 18. I had just become 29 so figured no chance with most of the hot skaters. On a weekend I'd take a walk through the park and they'd all be there, loads a people loving the sun. I'd have a bit of a stare at a few of them, longer if I saw my blond guy.
He had a hiker heading to New Orleans, and he was going to Denver. I was going to Jackson, and agreed to take the hiker that far. We stopped and he got in my truck. Brown curly hair swept across his face, and his body was firm and compact. He was 18 years old and this had been his first time away from home.
Pulling my hand from under the sheets, I brought it in to my body, running up my smooth, bare chest before slapping the snooze on the alarm clock. It was Friday and university classes were out for the week, allowing me, a newly turned 20 year old student the chance to catch up on some deserved sleep. Halfheartedly, I pulled myself up into sitting position.
The School of Science was putting on a play by their drama department. I am in my late twenties and work in the community. The son of some friends of the family was in the play. I thought he could use the support. As I took my seat, a line of teenagers took the row in front of me. One of the guys was a black kid was the prettiest features I have ever seen.
He is young and Irish. He hadn't been ordained too long when he was assigned to our town. Immediately, he took over the job of running our scout troop. He took us camping, and enjoyed sand lot baseball as much as any of us. It seemed he understood us boys better than our parents.
I knew I could not last the three or so hours remaining before we were to land. Although I had the standard small male urinal no charter jock would take off without, circumstances often limited its use except in extreme situations. His response to this suggestion was rapid, almost rehearsed.
It had been three days ago that he asked me to accompany him to "an event" at Club Rub, but mentioned nothing about what the event was. Any kind of sexual experience with Duncan was for me sufficient motivation to go long with him on this. I was right, but in ways I could not then have imagined.
org gay cruising guide. He told me (the few words we did exchange) that he was in the U. S. for just a few weeks on vacation. He was a young hot Latin guy from Chile and I was lucky to be the first throat he used. He wasn't expecting me to swallow his load, but I wanted it, no! make that: I NEEDED IT, so he was more than happy to give it to me.
After the description, we had practice. I slowly pushed my lips on his and started french kissing him. He responded and kissed me back. My cock was getting harder and harder in my jeans and as I could feel, his was at the same condition as mine although he had cummed less than an hour before.
My hands pulled his t-shirt over his head and then played with his nipples. He was getting harder and harder. His cock was so hard it should hurt a lot in that pair of jeans. I took them off him and let him undress me. When we were both in our underwear, he kissed me again and my right hard slipped in his well filled briefs. I played with his cheeks and i pulled his briefs off his hot body. He was so hot. I removed mine and my cock seemed tiny before his monster - I am only 7" (if you can say only for 7").
I told him to lie back and let me show him what he have to do in such cases. I dropped to my knees before him and started licking his balls. He moaned. My tongue explored all the space between his balls and his ass. By now, his legs were on my shoulders and my face buried in his ass.
I was tongue fucking him and his was moaning louder and louder. I opened his ass wide and pushed my tongue as far as i could get.
"Yeah Mark... don't stop... please don't stop... ", he moaned.
I pushed a finger up his ass and his cock started to drip precum like crazy. He has so hot. My finger slid all the way up his ass and he was still moaning. Started to massage his prostate while a new wave of precum got out of his hard-as-steel cock.
"What are you doin there ... please continue ... I'm so close to cum ..."
"I want you to hold back. There are a lot more to feel before you cum".
"No, please let me cum... we can fuck all night long but let me cum now." he begged. This young adonis was begging me to let him cum and i had just began.
I pulled my finger out of his ass and stopped rimming him.
"NO! Please don't stop. Push it back in and let me cum... please!"
My hands started teasing his nipples while I was licking his balls. Then I was licking his shaft all the way up to the tip of his cock. He was dripping like crazy and I tasted it. "Mmmm" it was my turn to moan now.
Without to stop playing with his nipples, I got his cockhead in my mouth. He was so big and so hard. I was giving him his very first blowjob and he was so close to cumming.
"I am cumming, Mark, I am cumming" he screamed and he came.
What a mouthful! He came six or seven spurts up my throat and he had cum less than an hour before. And what a taste! by far the best cum I had ever eaten. I was so hot for this kid. He was so hot, so horny. He was mine for the night and the night was still young!
"What an orgasm! I had never had so intense orgasm Mark, thank you"
We stayed still on the bed for few minutes and then ...
"Mark, I want to confess something to you. I wanted to have sex with a guy since I was 13 and I always jerked off fantasizing about having sex with a guy. I was fighting it but now I know it. I am gay and I 'll enjoy it. Would you like to be my lover and my teacher better than being my teacher only?" He begged!
Did for me too. We had free Disney channel last weekend and so I caught an English Import. Dickens' "Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe". Hadn't seen it since when I was a kid, but it kindled memories. Ones I'd kept on the back-burner. Like that time I walked into that little boutique in San Rafael, with the unusual merchandise:I'd recieved their flyer. Green flourescent paper, Ugly Black Type.
On a weekend I'd take a walk through the park and they'd all be there -- loads a people loving the sun. I'd have a bit of a stare at a few of them, longer if I saw my blond guy.
Growing up in Arizona, going to high school and college, Randy, Ruth, Judy and I did everything together; movies, dances, football games, homework and parties. When school was eventually over we even married in a double ceremony and then moved apart.
I had a $1,200 mortgage and money was becoming a little tight without her income to help pay the bills. So I decided to put an ad into the local paper and rent out one of the 4 bedrooms in the house. I had several replies and after a few interviews, I decided on Mike. Mike was the proverbial "man's man". He knew everything about sports, was a fitness buff and was an all round good guy.
Saturdays I spent a lot of time collecting. One Saturday I made about the third time trying to catch this dude home. He was a disc jockey for radio station KSYX and every time I tried he was either not home or had a sign on his door, Night Worker. Let me tell you a little about him and about me. He is a big black dude, late twenties played sports until he got injured. I'm 18 and a real nerd.
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 could fuck him so hard.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
Lately I had been spending as much time on my asshole as I had been working on my cock. There is nothing sweeter for me then when I finger fuck myself and I had been using the long, cock sized handle I had taken from a small garden tool.
A Gay Bath where everything is pretty much WIDE OPEN. I got the address from a friend on a BBS and he told me where to find the Business. I drove to Dallas and found the location pretty easy. It looks like a warehouse but 4 stories high. I thought to myself as I parked my car. Are Cocks sucked in this building? I walked in and noticed a window right before a door.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
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!"
Some rams ignore the female sheep and like to hump other rams. Big dogs do it to little dogs and sometimes even the other way around. It is usually a sign of dominance; for one male to show dominance over another. With that knowledge it would be no surprise to know that homosexuality exists in the world where humans and animals are combined. There were many other men there besides him.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
That tied it one-one. Rob knew the strategy for the time remaining. Be passive and unmovable until Brown became frustrated and began to be foolish, and then reverse him to win the match. Brown wrapped his right arm around his waist and flattened his hand on Rob's stomach. Quickness.
This is a strange tale to tell you, but I wanted to let you all know about the first, unusual, time I ever fucked Steve Ronsini. I had never had a chance to check out his equipment, even though we were roommates. Steve and mine's greatest joy, though, was science-fiction. Scratching was impossible.
Sat down to watch a few innings of the game, still scanning the crowd to see what it offered. I noticed one boy sitting alone about 10 seats away from me and a row behind. He was wearing a Mets cap on his head. He was cute.
"And besides, politicians are all crooks," he said to nobody in particular, as he recited a litany of complaints to the bartender, a litany I tended to mostly agree with. Until he turned my way suddenly and blurted out, "and now with AIDS my generation can't even have fun with sex anymore" I raised an eyebrow.
Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex. Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body.
As a boy he grew up in a small town. The suburb he lived in with his parents was near a nudist beach. As a child he went down the beach playing in the water with his brother and friends. When he was around the age of 13. He soon understood that guys walked around naked and occasionally women would sun bake naked too.
Going to an all boys school certainly helped groom that aspect of my personality. However, bar the occasional lusty fumble in the changing rooms, I had never really acted on my desires. Like a lot of people I went to university, met a girl and ended up married very quickly.
I've been hiking on the trail all morning and haven't seen even one person for the last few hours, so I just kept on walking. As I was approaching the resting area, I felt as if someone was watching me, but I didn't know where he was.
thinking of the day that has just passed. I feel empty now, not emotionally, but physically, and want someone to fill me again. And again and again. well, you get the picture! How did I get to this point? Well, I guess that it has been going on for a while now. It all started a few months ago when I started having more and more thoughts of what it would be like to have sex with another man.
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