Several weeks ago I went to play Rugby at a playing fields near Bath. It started out as an innocent way to spend a Sunday morning but turned out to be something a lot more exciting.
The match did not run particularly smoothly and the last thing I really felt like doing was having a shower but the large selection of muscular naked male bodies made me re-consider my plans. I don't very often play rugby, largely because I'm not very good at it but when I do decide to play, it's thoughts of the shower time which invariably cause a stirring between my legs. I have to admit that up until that time I had never had sex with anyone from the Rugby team but my luck was in that Sunday morning.
His name was Mike and he had the most wonderful body you've ever seen - beautifully tanned with well-defined stomach muscles and dark hair all over his body. I had seen him on the field for the first time that day and even then his body was making me feel pretty good. I noticed that he was a long time before he stepped into the shower. It looked as if he was waiting for the others to go and so I waited as well. I don't think he saw me in the changing room but I was looking at him. He had a stunning prick, although it wasn't up I could see that it was long and cut, with the bell-end looking enticing.
I gave him a few moments in the shower alone and then I removed my shorts and playing top and followed him. He looked surprised to see me in the shower but smiled a big smile, flashing a set of white teeth at me. For a time I soaped my back and we talked. He had a soft, warm voice. I complained that the water was getting cold and moved towards another shower on the opposite side of him. As I passed his naked body I let my prick gently touch his ass. He turned away and continued soaping himself. I watched his hands caressing his body. He suddenly looked back at me with a long, hard stare. I did not avoid the glance but returned it.
Once again he smiled. As he did so he stretched out his hand as if to turn off his shower but just as his fingers touched the metal tap he moved his hand over to me instead. I felt the warm touch of his fingers on my chest and moved closer to him.
"You've got a nice body.", I said, looking down at his prick.
"Thanks.", he paused. "I didn't expect to meet anyone here." he grinned. "I thought you were all big tough rugby players with strings of admiring females following you everywhere."
During a break after our first dinner I was sitting in the quad with five other reservists, all first year and all but two of us had obviously taken on more than we bargained for, in between bitchin' about the mornings orientation manoeuvre we got to talking about why we joined up in the first place. It was the money, pure and simple we wanted the money.
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.
Within an hour of me getting settled, taking the lower bunk for myself, my room mate came in. He was a blond kid, slender and lean, just about the same size as the boy I had been having sex with in high school. I immediately felt my heart pound inside me at the sight of his tight muscled ass pushing through the thin shorts he wore.
It starts out by him coming over to visit and then he finds my hidden stash. A dime bag of pot and now he wants some. So I let him smoke it all and on top of it I let him drink a whole bottle of Bacardi rum. When he is drunk, he is more likely to fall for my advances. First we would kiss and I would strip him naked. For ever piece of clothing that comes off, the more I suck and lick.
One of the most delightful ways I find to chill with my lover is to simply pamper him and relish what we have between us. When he feels my first touch, when I brush my fingers across his jeans. Across his thighs and just gently teasing his zip tag.
"Beach" is a generous word to describe this place as it's mostly boulders with patches of sand to lay out. There's a series of trails & quite a hike to get to the beach but it can be well worth it. The park rangers occasionally patrol but because the surrounding area is heavily wooded & a lot of action can still take place there.
Atlanta, the closest place, was 150 miles away. There was nothing else of any consequence close to the school. My company included the football team. One night I went out to the latrine to take a piss. It was late, as lights were out. One of the football players was pissing next to me.
This is a true story, and before I begin, let me describe myself: I am 5'8. 18 years old, clean shaven with short blond hair, and very full lips. I've been living in the West Coast with my parents for 5 years when this incident occurred.
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.
He moved his hand down over my chest and towards my own prick. I felt it come instantly alive. "What's your name ?" he asked. "Matt." I replied.
As if my name were some sort of key to a lock that he had not been able to open until that point, he sank down onto his knees and took my prick into his mouth. He moved his lips up and down the length of me and ran his tongue around the end of my tool.
He took his mouth away from my throbbing flesh and began to gently masturbate me as his tongue went on an eager rampage - first taking my balls into his mouth and then moving his tongue beneath them and towards my hole. He let his tongue gently explore my body for a while before moving back up to my balls and then to my prick.
Before the pleasure became too exquisite I pushed his head away and dropped onto my own knees, feeling the tiny bullets of water from the shower drenching each pore of my skin. We kissed - his probing tongue tasting my teeth.
We moved into a '69 position and I took his tool into my own mouth, tasting his now hard prick, letting my tongue probe his weapon, enjoying the faint taste of soap combined with his sticky secretions. I moved my own tongue around and underneath his balls as he did the same to me, gently massaging his prick at the same time. I could suddenly feel him about to shoot his load and I moved my mouth up to his tool and took it into my mouth, letting him ejaculate deep into my throat.
Before the pleasure of his lips on my own prick became too great, I pulled away.
"I know what you want", he grinned.
"Oh yes ?", I replied.
With that he ran out of the shower and returned a few seconds later armed with the KY jelly. He smeared it onto my prick and then drew himself up onto all fours, encouraging me to enter him. I eased my weapon into him, paused for a moment so that he could get used to its size and then plunged into his warm hole. With the water still running over my back I thrust my hard prick in and out of him, quickly approaching my own climax.
When I had fucked him and released my juices into his body his own prick was hard again. This time it was his turn to bugger me. He smeared the KY over his tool and then made me lie on my side, slowly easing his prick into me. As I felt his weapon sliding in and out of my hole, his hands began to explore my body and I felt his tongue licking my ear.
In no time at all my own prick was hard again and eager to shoot its juices once more. He moved his hand down and began masturbating me, thrusting hard into me and more slowly. He would withdraw almost to his tip and then thrust deep into my hole once again. Suddenly I felt him shudder against my back. He was almost there. He withdrew and then plunged deep inside me, squeezing every drop of spunk from his weapon.
Before he had barely had time to recover, he pulled his prick out of me and came around to my own hard tool, taking it into his mouth and gently sucking it once again.
One day at training a gym day was made compulsory for our 2 month training schedule before we went to south africa on an athletics tour in the summer of 99. A few of us had stayed extra hours (most of the other guys had left around 9pm). Watching Peter pump iron was so sexy, turning me on incredibly.
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
You know the type of meeting that goes on forever with a bunch of old men with receeding hairlines. Being a gay man the event was not at all thrilling, i've been so stressed that I will be laid off soon that I have just lost all interest in work. I pull off into what I thought was a visitor center turnbed out to be a truck stop center where the drivers can shower, sleep, park etc.
I was downtown one afternoon looking in specialty stores for the perfect Xmas present for my petite but sexually aggressive wife, and was just finishing up at a really hot lingerie store, the kind with plenty of novelties and toys.
I had not been to the city for almost a month, so decided to see what I could find on Sat night. I am happy with a man's cock or ladies cunt being someone that is easy to please! I went to a adult theater that had several different screens in it.
Well, not everybody, but still, I'm having to push people away pretty quick - because of my other problem, which is I'm excitable, and it's not long before I come unless I take steps to slow things down.
Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess.
Never would I have thought that Barry and I would have so much fun together. Two sexually frustrated young college students that explore their own sexualities and learn how to pleasure each other.
Right after I graduated from high school I used to work in this drugstore. This 45 year old tall, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled construction worker used to come in and chat with me. One day we meet up after work...
This is a true story, and before I begin, let me describe myself: I am 5'8. 18 years old, clean shaven with short blond hair, and very full lips. I've been living in the West Coast with my parents for 5 years when this incident occurred.
Summer was finally here and it brought a smile to his face. For him it meant beer parties, beaches, barbecues, cruises along the coast, checking out all the shirtless guys, and plenty of parties. Summer was his favorite season, because he lived so near the beach at Malibu.
My guy and I work out in the same gym. He and I are on separate paths, but in the same park. We do the same thing at a party, we'll arrive and leave together. On the way home, we talk about the two different parties, both at the same place, which we were at that evening.
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