It was hard to believe: my junior year of school was over. As I lugged the final load to my car, I had to reflect on the muscle-fucking experiences I had during this past year. All of those hot bodies in the weight room and the occasional stare that turned into a blow job in the locker room. Men who loved the feel of my boner up their tight asses. Luckily, it'd only be two months or so before football camp started up, along with the return of other hairy, muscle men.
"Hey, Scottie, I finally made it!" It was Sheila. I had agreed to drop her off at her parents place since it was on my way back to Charlotte. We managed to squeeze her things into my Mustang Convertible and then we were off. We had a good time shooting the breeze as we passed through Maryland and Virginia. I just couldn't comfortable enough, though, to rip off my t-shirt or remove my sweat pants to let the early summer sunlight warm my bod. After dropping her off in some small, out-of-the-way town in southern Virginia, I quickly stripped off my tee and my sweats along side of the road. With the top down, I must have been a sight to see: I weight in at 190 pounds set on a 5'10" solid muscle frame, with very well developed pecs and arms. My thick, chiseled legs were well displayed since the neon yellow running shorts rode up high into my groin. Sporting a pair of shades, I hit the road again, trying to find the highway.
I finally conceded to myself that I was lost after highway hunting for twenty minutes. Man, there was no one in sight! Great, just what I needed. At 1:30 I pulled into a non-descript gas station to ask for directions. As I stepped out of my car I realized that I should have pulled a shirt on, since the gym socks, Nikes, and the running shorts didn't cover much. But what the hell, who really cares anyway, ya know? I began to think that this dingy gas station was deserted until the mechanic sauntered out from the garage.
"Hey, bud, anything I can do for ya?" he asked while giving me the look-over from head to toe. In fact, I was checking him out too! He was shorter than me, maybe 5'8", with dark, buzzed hair and these great smiley eyes. And a little older than me, in his mid 20s. Although we had his overalls on, he had pushed the straps off his broad shoulders, so that his torso was complete exposed. Maybe he was as much an exhibitionist as me? Like me, his pecs and abs showed quite a bit of muscular development, although he sported dense, brown hair on his chest and forearms. He raised an arm to scratch his neck, looking at me as if to wonder when I would answer his question. I just took the opportunity to drink in his V-shape physique. Then I realized that I my cock was beginning to stir in my very short shorts.
"I guess I'm lost. I can't find I-95. Do you have a map I could look at?" My words sounded dry in my throat as I began to feel uncomfortable standing nearly naked in front of his southern hunk.
"Yeah, guy, I've got a state map hangin' on the wall in my office. You're more than welcome to look it over." His words sounded genuine and friendly. Almost personally inviting! I began to babble about how hot it was and how glad I was to find this station as I followed him around the gas pump to the office. My hard-on stiffened a few more inches as my eye caught the deep wedgie he sported in the seat of his overalls. His narrow hips and bubble butt looked like the perfect refreshment for this sultry summer afternoon. I intentionally let my hand graze his his as he held the door open for me. He caught the hint and flashed me a knowing man-smile.
His office was really small: two old wooden seats, a desk with a multitude of newspaper clipping pressed under a glass desk cover, and the drone of a 1960s fan oscillating in the corner. On the wall behind his desk was the Virginia map. Although there wasn't much room, we both managed to wiggle our way around the desk to the map.
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My boss called me in the office and said, "John I want you to take a new guy to show him the ropes. Don't worry you do extremely well but I think he could use like a mentor if you don't mind." I said," No, I don't mind boss. " My boss called in the man and I was shocked. He stood between 6'3 to 6'4" and looked weighed about an athletic 230 lbs and had pale blue eyes and blonde hair.
I had never had a desire to go in there, but today was different. I had taken a shower after practice at school and the guy next to me had the biggest hard on i had seen. I was thinking about going home to jack off. My dick got instantly hard, a whopper if i do say so myself.
Joe is always a very horny guy, seems that he always has a hard cock and loves to tease Pat about his beautiful rock hard cock as much as possible. Even while they are in church, standing next to each other in the balcony singing, Joe whispers to Pat that his cock is rock hard and he wishes he could jack off. Joe is hot and horny as usual. Quickly he gets into position on the bed.
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.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
"What's wrong," I ask him. "I come home from a long hard day of work to a fucking pig sty," he screams. "The place isn't that bad, I was in the middle of cleaning when you decided to come in acting like a god damn fool," I yell back. He goes down the hall into the bedroom and slams the door. I follow briskly behind. "Where are you going," he asked me. "Somewhere far away from you," I snapped.
Calvin was a new student, bussed in from another neighborhood. Timothy grew up in the spacious affluent suburbs, while Calvin grew up in the hot and horny crowded inner-city -- but they both quickly realized that they shared the same interests in video games, music videos and girls. It didn't take long for Timothy to invite Calvin to come to his house one day afterschool. Timothy led the way.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen. It was then I realized I was staring at him.
Anderson when he came into our store to purchase a suit--he's the vice-president of the big national bank down the street from where I work. When he first walked into the men's department, I couldn't help but whistle to myself as I appraised the man: about 6'4" & 260 pounds of hot man meat! He had thinning blond hair that was graying at the temples & gorgeous steel-grey eyes.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
It was coming up on the time to celebrate our 10th anniversary so my wife and I booked a cruise to the Bahamas. We had a wonderful time and the sex was great as usual, but walking through the pool area everyday and seeing all those men in bikinis and swim trunks was getting me so hot to have a man. It had been several months since my last man to man experience and I was really horned up for one.
"Am I far from the intersection?" I asked the question as I traced the route that took me to Sheila's place. I could feel the mechanic's warm breath on my left shoulder as he stood behind me. My dick, which had already snaked itself up to the waistband, was beginning to pulse anew.
The mechanic drew his left arm up to the map to explain, "No, guy, you're only a couple of miles away." Then I felt it: his right arm encircled my waist, pulling me back against his hairy chest. I lowered my right hand to play with the hairs on his arm while he dropped his other hand into my running shorts. "Do you have to be leaving soon, guy?"
A deep groan escaped my lips in response to his question. While his hands groped my chest, nipples, and crotch, I wrapped my arms behind me and under his overalls to cup his ass. My fingers dug deeper into this stud's ass to find he wasn't wearing any underwear! I soon had his muscular hairy ass-globes in my hands. He was busy too, fishing my 7.5" erection out of my shorts while tongue-fucking my ear. We stood in front of the window of his office, his callused hands wrapped around my fuck-stick and pinching my nipples while I kneaded his bubble-butt. Talk about Southern hospitality!
I broke free of the mechanics loving hold to turn around and face him. In no time I buried my hands back under his overalls, fitting my hands against the wonderful curves of this man's ass. While he felt up my back from my ass to my lats, I manages to unfasten his overalls so that they fell to his knees. With our stiff dicks rubbing against each other, I pressed my lips against his to make out with this studly stranger! His moans of delight were muffled as I drove my tongue harder into his mouth, enjoying the warmth of his tongue greeting me. It felt so incredible to have another man's body pressed tight up against mine, his hard tits poking my chest and his chest hair scratching me felt so manly. We were both grooving to it when I lowered my hands to his thick traps and pushed him to his knees with my veiny cock dripping before his eyes.
"Yeah, mechanic-man, let me see you work on his cock!" I demanded of him. Even without my hand behind his head he eagerly moved forward to lick the underside of my rigid tool. I began to moan loudly as he literally slurped up the precum from my dick spout. He continued to lick the underside of my dick and my hairy balls so that they were well tongue bathed before he plunged his mouth over my dick. "You're a good cocksucker, man! Keep it going!" His lips were tightly sealed around my dick as he bobbed his dark-haired head up and down, sending those electric jolts through my body like only another man can do! I looked down to realize that his dick was also rock hard and dripping long stringy pears of man-juice on the floor. Closing my eyes, I leaned against the Virginia map, massaging his rounded biceps with my hands while he continued to work my dick in front of the office window.
I could feel the spunk rising down at my cockroot, and pulled my mechanic boy off of my dick. With a husky voice I thought I left at school as told him, "Kneel up on your desk, grease monkey, so I can suck that hairy butt of yours." Soon his 5'8" lean frame was supported by his knees and hands on the desk top, with his little winker teasing me. Running my hand along his hairy thighs up to his ass, I took a seat in the chair as I began to feast on this stud's ass. Now when I tongue fuck an ass, I don't dodge around the focus of attraction, but instead dive right into it hard and deep. I had to steady his hips with my hands, since he was squirming and moving around so much. His baritone voice encouraged me to continue between the loud, throaty moans.
The whole fuckin' scene was too much. Two well-built guys getting down dirty and nasty in a gas station office in front of the window with the door open! He was clearly getting off on this as much as I was, and a continuous rope of clear pre-fuck juice dropped from his hard-on to the desk top. The underside of my tongue was beginning to tire from the deep fucking it was driving into him, so I slowly pulled out and replaced my tongue with two saliva-coated fingers.
"Yeah, you like to be finger fucked, man? Come on, let me hear how much you love it!" My middle finger found his prostate gland, causing him to squeal in delight! I backed off of it, though, cause I wanted to pound it out of him another way. After I worked three fingers inside of his warm asshole, I spat on my hand to slick up my dick. "You want an oil check with my dip stick, mechanic?" I asked him while I gently nibbled on his muscular ass.
"Oh, come on man, give it to me! I haven't had it for so long! Oh, yeah! Come on guy, fuck out my ass!" My southern mechanic was roaring and ready to go! I pressed my dickhead up against his wide-open hole while I massaged the inside of his thighs. Slowly I sank into him, causing him to tense up as the crown of my dick snuggled past his sphincter. I leaned over his bod, pressing my chest against his back and gently stroked his dick to ease the sensation. (I've learned that fucking another dude is doubly intense if you remember to work his dick as well! Remember this, guys!) In no time our bodies were slick from perspiration and my dick had found a home inside of his ass. Man, sweet and tight! Thinking back, now, I'm surprised that his wild moans and groans didn't call other southern boy-toys in to play! When my pubes ticked his hairy ass-crack I began to pull out, slowly but steadily. Most men are driven insane when you pull out almost all the way and then drive it back home until your balls slap together; he was no exception! While my one hand stroked his dick, the other hand fondled his sizable pecs and pinched his nipples. When his dick suddenly surged with blood, I could tell he was soon to explode! I removed my hand from his cock, since I wanted to pump it out of him from inside. I grabbed both of his shoulders from underneath and plowed deep into him, fucking his tight man-ass for all it could take. As my dick spewed its sticky spunk inside of his ass, he arched his back and let loose with a load that coated my arms and his chest in hot fuck juice! Ugh! Our screams and moans of pleasure could only have been interpreted by other guys who get into other men! I wrapped my big arms around him and held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of our bodies as the wave subsided.
My dick was still pulsing hard as I withdrew from his fucker hole. I must have pumped quite a load into him, since some had trickled down his thigh during the thrusting I gave him. Seated in the chair, I tenderly licked him clean of my spunk, tongue bathing his balls and legs to get it all up. As I finished, he collapsed on top of the desk. Turning over to lie on his back, he motioned me over to him. I crawled on the desk to join him, and after cleaning his pec hair free of his cum, joined his mouth in a final embrace. Our hands were all over each other, caressing each others necks, shoulders, and sides. We were joined lip-to-lip, chest-to-chest, dick-to-dick as we made out anew. I felt his fingers prod at my fuck shoot when I heard a rough, masculine voice ask, "You boys too tired to help me out with the pump?" Needless to say, I didn't get home until very late that night!
No, no, you should know now that yes, you're right. There are a few, and a very few, people who absolutely adore this job. I always thought that about the best job you get must be to work at a movie theater. Well, certainly there are better. This is just the best job you can get where the ticket prices do not apply to you. I'm Aidan, as my name badge says.
For a long time since my first having sex with a man, I had been fantasizing about being with different men. I never have chose to label myself as either gay or straight, but always tried to keep my adventures my secret. One night, after a party, I wasn't in the mood to sleep, so I bumped around on-line for a while. Eventually I found my way into the local gay chat room.
Because we work there we are allowed to work out after hours. Mike has no idea what I would give to wrap my lips around his hot cock and suck it until he came all over my face. Everytime I see him at the gym I can not take my eyes of off him. He is always in shorts and a tank top. I see the hair on his arms and I get an erection imagaing him jacking me off. We start with the bench press.
This is a true story of a straight man finding some stress relief in gay sex. I was working late and the only sauna open was a gay one. I decided to go there anyway. Met this black guy with the biggest dick you have ever seen. Now I know, I like to suck!
I was nervous, but excited, and I hoped that someone would open the door. Maybe I'd better start from the beginning. My name is Bobby, and for the past several months, I've been developing a side to my sexuality that I didn't know existed. Sure there had been signs, but I guess I must have overlooked them. I'm talking about sex with other men. And I need sex! I've always known that.
Joe is always a very horny guy, seems that he always has a hard cock and loves to tease Pat about his beautiful rock hard cock as much as possible. Even while they are in church, standing next to each other in the balcony singing, Joe whispers to Pat that his cock is rock hard and he wishes he could jack off. Joe is hot and horny as usual. Quickly he gets into position on the bed.
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.
I took a $6000 pay cut at my day job and had to start delivering pizzas to bring in some extra cash. I used to deliver pizzas in college and knew that it was a fun way to make some quick money. (Free food was nice, too!) I went back to work at my old job, at Paul Revere's Pizza in Cedar Rapids. There was a young man working there named Clint. He was about 140 pounds, age 19, and 5'7".
I love my job as a high school counselor, but it can get tiring at times. Sometimes the political forces at play in a high school can cloud what is really important, the kids. I also liked what I saw in the mirror, a handsome New YoRican. I stand 6 feet tall, with naturally tan skin, nice heavy eyebrows, large deep brown puppy dog eyes with long lashes, straight nose and full lips.
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 sleek black machine sped along the macadam, hugging the tight curves and cruising over the long straight-a-ways. My destination? Nowhere. Everywhere! I was on my own; free. No questions to answer; no explanations to make up; no strings attached. There were no regrets. A few happy moments to remember.
Here it was, Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving, everybody else was packing up, heading home to a fantastic holiday, and he was stuck in Oxford, Mississippi, with nothing better to do than watch blurred cable television, and count the tiles in the ceiling of his dorm room.
I did end up playing for a minor league team last spring and have been having the time of my life, both on and off the field. Once you've heard my story, you'll see what I mean. Shortly after arriving at spring training, I found myself befriended by two of the older players. We hit the showers.
I was about to start my junior year at private high school for guys. A month before school, we started pre-season practice for cross country. It was hard work. It was bearable only because we had real potential as a team. Then, about a week before the start of class, the team got a new addition: Rob. Rob was a senior, and he was gorgeous. He had the perfect body - about 6'1" and 175 lb.
Strong, handsome, kind and brilliant, he was as perfect a specimen as you could hope to find. Even self-avowed feminists, with no use for men of any kind, swooned in Andy's presence. He was just worth it. I had known him since high school, when he was the unlikely mix of scholar and athlete.
This is a telling of my first time and I hope it is liked. It could be called First time with Cousin Joe or just Cousin Joe. I'll always remember my first time as it was special for me as I hope it is to every guy. I was fifteen that winter when once again, we headed towards my grandparents farm for Christmas.
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.
The season had been good with great rains backed up by the use of artesian water. I was checking the lower field when I heard sounds emanating from the thick growth, it sounded like pigs were in the cane I could hear grunting and wheezing.
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