It was one of "those" Monday mornings -- Sunday's beer bust at Griff's had wild and wet with 501's never having a change to stay dry, and it continued way too late Sunday evening at Larry's apartment in Hollywood.
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.
What I remember about "little Markie", the few times I had seen him at company funtions. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word. Just the type of person I needed to baby sit for the summer.
I called Tim, my boy friday, and told him to set up appointments with the other department heads for 20 minutes intervals --- hopefully I could dump him off on someone else for the summer---
I had bearly gotten my morning after kit out when the intercom rang, Tim said the Mark was in the outer office. I could tell from Tim voice that something was up but my head and stomach needed attention. I told him to have Mark wait---I took the aspirin, Pepto and multivitamin, and prayed that they would take effect soon.
After a few minutes of misery I told Tim to send Mark in --- what walked thur the door was not "little Markie"----where he went I could have cared less-----
Mark held out his hand, saying good morning, and hoping he wasn't going to be an inconvience to me----
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.
The health club that I go to has the best locker room set up that I could ever imagine. The club itself is enormous, covering several football fields. The second floor of the building, where the men's locker room is, has been added to and altered many times over making it a maze of shower rooms, saunas, steam rooms and whirlpools. By now, Dan and Slava have seen my erection a million times over.
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.
The one I frequent closes at 1 AM on Tuesday morning. That means it's pretty slow late on Monday night, which is one of the times I always go. There are a dozen or so regulars who are on this schedule, plus the odd stranger who can't sleep. The place clears out by a quarter to one. I was running late, having done some extra work on my pride and joy - my chest. You can always tell the new ones.
Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Alan watched him unobserved. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving.
I was there with my boyfriend, Tyler, picnicing on the grass. We sat close, surrounded, by about three-hundred fans. We were eating crab legs with white wine. The sun beat down. I beat down on Tyler's meat, slipping my hand into his baggy shorts. I apologised, of course.
I always wanted to be in one of those movies but it was hard getting those jobs in CA. I did not know anyone out here. So, I had applied on one website. I decided to go for the interview. It was Sunday. I went to the hotel where they were having casting for this video shoot. The company had booked two rooms. The applicants were asked to wait in one room. Most of them were boys and no girls.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
Now Joanne and I had been working together in Bingo for a few years now, we're the best of friends and nothing either of us does really offends the other. And it's not everyday she sees me riding the man tool of our latest recruit, and boy, what a ride. He was well into the 6-foot range.
I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long. Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds.
He had caught my interest with his picture but there was also something else I could not quite figure out. Anyway we sent e-mails to each other and as luck would have it I was going to be working down near where he lives. We made an arrangement that he would SMS me on the Monday to make arrangements to meet. By 9pm I had given up on Matt ringing me and was feeling horny but down in the dumps.
The other trainers had both left the company very suddenly. I finally talked the owners into letting me hire another trainer. Training on our product isn't too hard really. There is a lot of traveling though, which has good and bad points. So, we put out an ad for trainers and got a very good response to the ad.
I was going to UCLA and to make ends meet, I was working at a market. Although I knew I was gay, I had never had any experience. Sexually I didn't even know what guys did to each other. Guess I came from a very sheltered home. After working for a couple of weeks, I was assigned to the night shift.
I have always had feelings that I was bi-sexual and have often fantasized about sex with other men but have never touched or been touched by a man. Well, fantasy met reality in a very strange way yesterday. On arriving home from work I noticed the door on the boat was unlocked. Since I often leave the door open this was not a big concern.
To some the Big Apple became a baked apple. I was away and missed the worst of the heat - not that I mind the it all that much. What the heat does do, however is to make the arrival of fall, all the more welcome. Autumn, for me, is the smell of burning leaves, fresh donuts, crispy apples. cider and rosy cheeks. The 26+ mile run enhances the city's image as a place for watching and looking.
He couldn't divert my attentions away from it because I had just been laid off my C/UNIX contract when the company I was contracted out to 'downsized' by 25%. I had eyed an ad in the SF Weekly free paper asking for "Hot Guys" age 18-30 to star in porn films.
We both thought nothing of walking around naked in the room, as there was no one around who would be offended. For me, I enjoy watching Jeff all naked, as he had a beautiful body, one that any man would love to have or just to love. Jeff was muscular in all the right places, with one of the most delicious looking butts one would ever love to get their hands on.
There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there's a surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other) story will focus. What a shock it was to see him....
Hell at that point I could have cared less whether he was or not...
Before me stood a 6"4", 200 lbs, long wavy hair, close cropped beard and mustached, buffed out MAN!!!!
After a moment to get my breath, I asked him to sit down and found out what he had been doing the last few years.
Tim came in with coffee, which I needed...
It seems that Mark had gone out for track and foorballhis first year, and was working out two or three times a week in the gym at school.....
Our conversation was cut short because his first appointment was at hand........
Six appointment later and many cups of coffee I had giving him the cooks tour of the company with the exception of the newly installed gym, the boss had ripped out six offices in the back and put in a gym , changing room, shower and bathroom, a great tax write off.
As we headed for the gym I mentioned the need to take a much needed piss after all that coffee, Mark said he had to go too.
as we enter the gym I went to the bathroom on the left next to the shower, we stood at the urinals, and I got my first look at what was making the bulge in his pants, it was a good seven inches of cut meat, just hanging there.....being piss shy is not one of my problems but this morning it just wasn't happening.....so I flushed the urinal and asked Mark what he thought of the company so far.....
Well...Mark turns away from the urinal to answer me...just as he did his stream started....right down the side of my pants.... the expression on his face as classic, you know that look when you have really fucked up and the whole world knows it.
Fuck you kid... I thought and turned and let loose a stream right on his cock, soaking his pants with it...
That seven inches was standing up in a flash...the next thing I knew Mark was on his knees with the head of my cock in his mouth, giving it a nice tongue bath...
He opened his mouth and I could make out the word "Please" around the head of my cock...
I gave him what he wanted the rest of my piss and he took it like a baby after mothers milk....when the stream tapered off... he started to suck my cock...
I had to stop him... or it would have been over before I had a change to explore him....
I suggested that we get out of our wet pants and hang them to dry...what a sight him standing there with 7" sticking out of his jockeys, shirt and tie, shoes ....with that I went to the gym door and locked it.
I stood there just drinking in all 6'4" of Mark. It seems he had some a lot of growing up in the last few years and a lot of discovery of himself and his sexuality.
I walked over to him and took a hold of his tie and lead him over to the press bench--his eyes were pleading, asking, begging--- I sat down and turned him across my knees-- the white covered butt sticking up in the air, I caressed those cheeks--whack, whack--Mark moaned, saying "more, more".... I pulled his shorts down--what a view two lily white mounts with a red hand print in the center of each---my cock was rock hard and sticking into his stomach--feeling each mount followed by a quick smack---this went on for a half and hour---pre-cum leaking all over Mark stomach---his 7" was dripping his down my legs..
I stood him up and unbuttoned his shirt---his pecs fit the rest of his body--those workouts were paying off real nice---I pinched each tit they quickly harden.. Mark just stood there - his whole body seemed to beg for more -- to be used -- to give pleasure to another man.
I ripped his white jockeys off him -- what a surprise-- there wasn't a pubes in sight - even his balls were smooth -- I asked him about his clean shaven state -- he said that the guys on the track team felt it took time off their time to be clean shaven, it also felt good having the silk of their running shorts rubbing against their cock and balls.
I grabbed that 7" hunk of meat and slowly started to lick the head and shaft .... Mark's hips bucked trying to stuff his meat into my mouth -- but that would have to wait -- I turned him around and spread his checks -- his hairless rose bud looked at me -- just waiting to be licked---I rimmed the hell out of his ass--his moans were loud and long...Mark was in seventh heaven...
I stood up and rammed my cock up his ass with one lunge === Mark keep saying "yes, please, more-fuck me!!!" I plowed this boy a new ass hole- grabbing his pecs - pinching his tits.
If Mark was in seventh heaven---I was heading for eleventh and the point of no return--pulling out of that tight as was fucking hard to do--- BUT ---
As I shot all over his back and legs Mark unloaded all over the bench, the floor and himself..
Time for the showers -- and back to work?????
It was one hell of a summer with daily workouts...
Mark went back to school that fall but had a regular visitor for weekends and stayed with me went he came home for vacations.
My well lubed bunghole was an inch from the head of my 9. 5x5. 5" silicone toy and I would literally collapse onto it as forced it's way deep into my body. Pleasure would ripple through me causing my nipples to become hard. I would ride it's length with abandon, drops of perspiration ran down the small of my back as I fucked it to a state of breathlessness. Oooh. 5x6. 5" cut!.
And, I'm talking complete physical. For the past several years, I had seen this older doctor, but he retired, so they set up an appointment with this new doctor who had just been hired. He was straight out of medical school. He was only about 28 years old, and looked about 21. We had gotten to know each other a little bit on lunch breaks and stuff.
My name is Marco; I'm 20 years old, 5'11" tall with red hair and green eyes. I'm not what you would call handsome but I make a reasonable living as a photographic model working mainly for mail order catalogues and have modelled everything skiwear to thongs (I have quite a healthy package between my legs so I get to model quite a bit of underwear).
That's what I've come to strongly realize it's all about. When I'm performing oral sex on a man and eagerly ministering to him in order to trigger that wonderful and profound involuntary response from him. His immeasurably pleasurable ejaculation, I'm so very much engrossed in my man and his feelings that I'm aware of almost nothing but him.
One of my first assignments was to attend a convention in San Diego. I might preface this story with the fact that I was happily married; Michelle and I had married only three months earlier. I was very happy with my life and my job and really looking forward to a week on the left coast.
Oh how I hated to go to this job, it was very good pay and all, but the people were quite a boring bunch, except one for one day when this cute guy, about twenty-five came into my office and asked me for some help with his taxes. Have a seat I told him, lets see what you have. Boy was this guys taxes messed up good, but he wasn't that interested in his tax problem, he kept glancing me up and down, glaring into my eyes.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
Everywhere he looked, Dean Jones' eyes feasted on virile manliness. He thought he'd be observing a class of adolescent boys starting out in the world of bodybuilding. Instead, the private school's weight room boasted 8 of the humpiest studs he'd ever seen outside of a bodybuilding convention.
Jimmy meets the son of his land lady and they end up going to a sports complex near by. There I meet plenty of people interested in what I have to offer.
I was just looking forward to laying my head down on my own pillow. The last leg of my flight was out of Chicago. Of course, the snow was coming down like mad. They announced that all of the flights were cancelled. I had been making small talk with this good looking guy for about an hour before they made the announcement about the cancelled flights. I blushed and thanked him.
In adolescence being bi-sexual was hard to comprehend, so confusing when other guys around you seem preoccupied only in girls an d what it would be like to fuck this one or that one. >From thence forward there were candles, carrots ( I shaped with a knife to look like a real life penis) and a broom handle, affixed to a bench which made for a substantial deep fuck.
Over the weekend I had attended a conference and so I didn't get to jack off as much as I normally do; so, imagine how much pent up "energy" I had. When I got home I stripped my clothes off and pop in a skin flick for extra satisfaction. My cock felt hot to the touch and so soft and sensitive.
. . Down his throat, humping against his face, holding him tightly against my exploding cock, grunting with each spurt of hot fluid, I felt the enormous release, the joy of completing an act I had only dreamed of until tonight. Finally, after a few small surges of cum, I was finally empty and he had sucked it all down, swallowed all my love juices.
Don't get me wrong, the weathers not always like this in the UK, just when we get rain we seem to get lots of it. I decided to stay in and get some work done on the computer and had spent most of the day working on digital photos in PhotoShop or writing stories. At six p. m. I put a meal in the microwave and heated it, then went into the lounge to eat and watch the local news and weather.
5 inch circumsized cock. After paying for my room I wound my way through the pitch black corridors, lit only by the luminous red glow of the EXIT signs and the spillover of light from the cubicles. They had open ceilings which allowed patrons to share the moans and gasps of neighbors indulging.
Not much out the ordinary happens, usually. I grew up in a medium sized, mid-western city. My childhood was pretty much the status quo. But my biggest fear was that I'd grow up, live my entire life in the same city, then die. That idea scared the hell out of me. So I decided that wasn't going to happen to me. I had two options.
I look around on the big empty barracks. Due to some extra work I had this morning off. This is a great opportunity for jerking off. I seize the opportunity and start my day with some cum spraying. Let us see what else the day brings.
I gather the most pleasure from having a nice hard cock in my mouth and a man forcing me to suck it. To understand why this is you have to look at where it all began. It all began when I was just thirteen. I spent the summers with my mom at our cottage in the valley. The cover read "Slaves to Cock".
The night before was a blur. It usually tends to be when you have drank heavily the previous night. I looked around in the attempt to get my bearings. I had made it home at least and seemingly alone. I supposed my virtue was intact well what little there was left anyhow. My name is Barringer. My friends call me Barri, so that's how I'll refer to myself for the purposes of ease.
I was the kid who was everyone's buddy in High School, but I never could seal the deal with the girls. I mean I had messed around a bit but I never got lucky. So when I got to College I didn't wasn't sure how to act and I was very impressionable. I just wanted to get laid, but I had no idea how to meet and hook up anyone. I only knew the people in my dorm and classes.
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