A few years ago my buddy and I took a trip to Virginia Beach. I was still in my early twenties, he was 18. He isn't gay, and I was still wondering about myself....anyway, we stayed at a motel in Richmond, Va. that only had one double bed...not wanting to go any further because it was getting late, we took the room.
After the usual stuff of eating and using the swimming pool, we finally hit the sack, both of us wearing only Jockey shorts. I awoke during the night with a hot desire to touch my buddy's shorts, but was very nervous that I'd wake him up and cause an embarrassing scene that I didn't think I could handle. The longer I lay there, though, the hotter I got. My cock was stretching my briefs to the limit. My buddy was sleeping on his back, so his alluring bulge was very much "available". I carefully help my hand just above his genitals, afraid to touch the soft, sexy mound. Finally I took a deep breath and laid my hand on his crotch, gently feeling the soft cock and young balls safely tucked in those shorts. He didn't stir at all, so I slowly moved my fingers around the outline of his manhood and gently slid my fingers under his crotch, feeling the solid, virgin nuts in the tight scrotum of the teen ager.
It took a couple of minutes, but his cock started to respond, although he didn't move at all. I could feel his dick growing quickly as I continued to play with it all the while jostling his balls. I carefully took my next move by putting my finger inside the fly of his shorts and felt the hot, hard skin of his now-throbbing dick. (I was sure by this time he was awake and aware of what was happening, but he pretended to be asleep). I stroked the hard rod and tried to push it down to the opening along his leg, but before I could do that I felt a spurt of cum as his cock sprewed forth its jism on my hands. I was surprised at how fast he shot his load. I quickly took my hand away from his groin, just as he moved and woke up!
He didn't say a single word to me, but obviously was embarrassed or upset that I had brought him to orgasm. He went to the bathroom and washed himself off. When he returned, he sat in the chair and never said a word. To this day he has never mentioned the encounter. We finished our trip, had a good time, but there were no more jackoff sessions. I still wanted to caress that great dick of his, but in deference to his desires (which weren't the same as mine), I never tried to touch him again.
After ten days of sitting in a classroom on a hard seat I was in a real funk. I needed something to change my attitude. That's how I found myself in a small room in the baths taking my clothes off. At this time was 31, 210 pounds in good shape, 7 inch cut, somewhat hairy and un-attached. This was my second trip, my first in my hometown being uneventful. I had a long slow shower. As he removed...
I am a second year physics student at McGill University, I'm 23, 6'2" brown hair and eyes. I had been working out at the university's gym all winter so I developed a great hard body. I took a nice long shower. I like taking bicycle rides. I was enjoying belle Montreal and the weather was so nice.
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.
I was at home for Christmas break or something when I was on this very board, I had been on before when I was under 18 just to look around, I always lied about my age because I had always ;looked and sounded older. I took down his number and disconnected and debated for a long time.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
My grandmother had died unexpectedly that morning, and my parents had to rush off to her place about 200 miles away. They said they were sorry a hundred times to leave me at Christmas but needed me to stay at home to take care of the farm. We lived on a farm about 8 miles from the town where I went to school.
The kid was standing at the bar, oh-so-tight faded jeans outlining his tight, tender ass, black sneakers, and a white cotton shirt, precisely the same brightness as his dazzling smile. John was not what anyone would call shy. He swaggered up to the bar, near enough to the kid to rest his massive chest against Danny's shoulder. Danny looked up and John threw his killer smile at him.
No one seemed to be around him so I walked over and to my amazement found him laying there asleep with his shorts pulled up just enough to expose his huge cock head hanging from his short legs. I almost fainted; it was better than I had dreamed, you see I had fantasized about this man for years.
I move slightly under the covers, enjoying the feel of the silky material against my warm skin, caressing my body as you had the night before. Opening my eyes I move my head so my gaze falls on your sleeping form, lying next to me. A tendril of hair falls down, framing your closed lids and dark, bushy eyebrows. I move closer to you as your arm enfolds me in your quiet strength.
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