Upon my arrival at Fort Knox I was greeted with the stark reality that I was in over my head. My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms.
I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
That night I played it really cool. We finally had lights out at about 2:30. And that began the longest week of my life. Joining in the Army is anything but easy, they give you test after test, shots and more tests, haircut and more tests. After the initial tests we finally got assigned to our Basic training companies and then we met our Drills.
These where the men that said that they would be our Mothers and Fathers for the next 8 weeks. I could not keep from starring at Sergeant J. This man was a hunk. Brown hair, blue eye, six feet tall and a body that wouldn't quit. Thought the next 8 weeks I would often think that his butt defied gravity. It was so perfect, so strong and so round. You must understand my surprise when I found out that I was assigned to Sergeant J's platoon and he would be my Drill for the next 8 weeks. God I nearly came in my pants!
Later that day I learned that I was the highest ranking enlistee in the platoon, that made me the "Platoon Leader" - what a job! That meant that I had full access to my heart throb, It also meant that I was basically in charge of all of the other men and was the right hand man of the good "Sarge".
After the first week I was summoned to the Sarge's office, he looked so hot sitting behind that desk with his close cut hair and firm, rippled body from hours and hours of physical training. Again I thought to myself, "What a Hunk" I must have been day dreaming a little longer than I realized because I was brought down to earth by the sound of the Sarge asking me what I was staring at and if I was some kind of a Fag.
Before I could think my lips where saying, "Yes Sarge, I am". When I realized what I just said to this man that I idolized I nearly pasted out. This was going to make Headlines, "Fag Kicked out of the Army after 7 Days". I really just was not ready for what happened next. The Sarge started to rub his chest with his hands and slowly he massaged down towards his crotch. His left had moved back up to his tit while his right had started stroking a going bulge in his camouflage pants.
I was in my hotel room surfing the Dallas m4m room. It was full, but as usual, no one was talking. My phone rang and took me from the computer for a few minutes. When I returned I had a lengthy Instant Message. The message stated that the author's name was Jason. He said he liked my profile did I have time to chat? I immediately checked for a profile. Rats. nothing there. I IMed back.
I knew there was such a thing as fucking but that was not a common thing around where I lived. Anyway, I was 18 and a sophomore in highschool. I wasn't a jock but neither was I a nerd. I took phy-ed with the rest of the guys in my class. I was a little on the slim side but my penis was very well developed; much larger than the other guys. Anyway. I got in and he started the car going.
A place in Reno, Nevada that is clean and well taken care of. A gay bathhouse with private rooms, two glory hole rooms, a steam room, and more. I was taken there by a good friend of man named Bobby. He was more than a friend, he was a fellow bisexual married man, who had allowed me to accept my bisexuality, and had also been the first man I had been with sexually in years.
I was sitting in my room flipping the channels looking for something good on. I was so bored, there was nothing to do. I was home alone because my parents went up North for the weekend and left me to take care of the cats. I went downstairs and got something to eat. I started making a sandwich, and I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be I thought to myself.
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.
The elevator started back up than stopped between the 3rd and 4Th floor. The maintenance man called down and said it would be about an hour until it was moving again. So I started to talk with this guy who said his name was Brian and I told him my name John and we made small talk for a little bit. I asked him where he was going who he was looking for. I can not wait.
I am a horny morsel. I can't wait until I find the man I need. I have to feel a man next to me. I am wandering through the streets of Calgary. I feel the need, but there are no REAL men in sight. A few trolls peer out from behind the trees and stare at me through the cracks in stall doors. I wander uncontrollably. Searching. Always searching.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
I am a 40 y/o black guy with light complexion, about 5'10", average build. I was staying at the usual place when ever I travel there. As always at night, I was watching one of the porn channels on pay-per-view, and to my surprise they had a gay channel. I've always been curious and fantasized about gay porn, but never did anything about it. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
It was Felix the guy that had moved next door about two weeks ago. He could not help but stare at that hunk. He had a tight pair of levis 501's on and just a tank top. He said that he has some trouble with his computer.
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.
The warm sun was out and shining through the new leaves on this spring day. Everyone should be out walking on a day like this. I was by myself and I was just doing what I normally do when I'm out in the woods by myself. This was one of the many beautiful parks in this area. The path, that I was on, just wines along a ridge and offers many areas where a person can be along to enjoy nature.
Little did they know they can't satisfy the desires that I often have. Like straight guys, I also enjoy the company of men, hanging out, talking, doing normal guy things together. In my late 20's, I'm a beefy, solid kinda guy--broad shoulders and nice arms and pecs tapering to nice waist. Not a gym rat, just a normal jock. I needed more. Then it happened.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
We had just graduated from high school, and we wanted to spend the summer at a cabin in the mountains. George's parents had an old cabin and we decided to ask them if we could use it for a while. This would be our chance to be real "men".
I was flabbergasted when he said that my training was going to be fun, an that it was going to start right now. I didn't know what to think, but I nearly pasted out when the Sarge stood up, his body was hard and lean, a true fighting machine. His first order was for me to get my shit bag faggot body over there and start to lick his boots. Slowly and attentively, I licked his black shit kickers, I strained to look up at the same time, the bulge in his camouflage pants was hug now, and he was really getting in to this. Next he wanted me to lick his arm pits.
He slowly pulled his Brown tee shirt over his head and then put both of his hands behind his head so that I could get easy access to his hairy, manly arm pits. I had never licked a mans arm pits before, but the sight of this man had me so hot I just wanted him. I started licking one side then the other, I lick all the way up his arms, stopping to pay particular attention to his huge Biceps.
He really had some kind of a body. next he ordered me to lick and nibble his tits. They where really hard by the time I got my mouth on them. He had a fine covering of brown hair on his chest, sort of swirled around. He had a deep crevice between his pecs caused by thousands of pushups. His stomach was ripple from the thousands of situps that he had done.
I didn't need to be ordered to bove down and pay attention to the best looking stomach that I had ever seen. flexed while I licked, and asked "Does my little Faggot, shit eating Private Like that Huh?". I moaned and continued to lick. I couldn't get enough. Next he told me to undo his belt, and his camouflage Pants.
I slowly undid the buttons of his pants and pulled them down. He was not wearing any underwear and the biggest cock that I had ever seen popped out. I started to dive for that huge dick, and was stopped by a huge had, the Sarge asked what had happened to my manners, he wanted to know how much I wanted his cock.
How much I wanted his huge load down my throat. I tried to put it into words, but just couldn't,t. A strange look crossed the sarge face. He ordered to me feet, and then pulled up his camouflage pants., and redid his belt and put on his t-shirt. His lasts words before excusing me where, "Think about it Faggot! How much do you want this big cock of mine? Now get your faggot ass out of here an report back tomorrow at the same time! EXCUSED!"
My cock was raging, but there was no place for relief, the other guys when all around, my only hope was to come up with an answer tomorrow.
I felt very apprehensive as I knocked on the office door of the Drill Sergeant. The was a shiver going down my spine when the Sergeant said to come in. I slowly walked forward and closed the door behind me and stood at the position of attention at the end of the Sergeant's desk. "Private First Class reports as Ordered Sergeant" I said. "Stand at Ease" belch the Drill. I don't think that I have ever felt so scared in my life. Here was the Hunk of my dreams, and he wanted me too, all I had to do was play it right and I would get what I wanted from him, or would I?
Finally he asked what I wanted, and how much. I looked right into his eye and said "I want your dick, I want your body, I want to feel you, to taste you, and I would do anything to have you." Well that seemed to have been the right answer. The Drill looked at me and told me to get my faggot butt over there. To get on my knees and start sucking his dick. I couldn't believe it. I was in heaven. I slowly started to undo his pants, while the drill kicked back in his chair to enjoy the pleasures of my mouth slowly licking up and down his huge dick.
Before I could set up a good sucking rhythm the first of many orders was belched at me. Suck on my balls you filthy fag he said. I was brought back to reality, I was not sucking this guy off for my pleasure, but for his. I was nothing but a masturbation toy to this stud, was it worth it? I sucked his balls good, so long in fact that my mouth was sore. Enough he belched suck my cock again. I didn't get to suck long before the hot white cream started to shoot down my mouth. After his come the Drill told me to get the fuck out, and to be back at the same time tomorrow so that he could check out the rest of my holes what had I started.
They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
I knew there was such a thing as fucking but that was not a common thing around where I lived. Anyway, I was 18 and a sophomore in highschool. I wasn't a jock but neither was I a nerd. I took phy-ed with the rest of the guys in my class. I was a little on the slim side but my penis was very well developed; much larger than the other guys. Anyway. I got in and he started the car going.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling.
God, it was fun though! Let me tell you about it diary so that I have it down in black and white to remember forever. Now, although I do love sex with men, I love sex with girls too, and not all my straight friends know about my gay side. Last night though, it all came out. Bill, Tim and Ben were over at the apartment I shared with Jeff, who was away.
I prefer having sex as part of a committed relationship, but sometimes sex just happens. Sometimes, you crave it so much that there is no turning around. You just have to get it on. I hadn't been in a relationship for over six months and it had been that long since I had last had sex with anyone besides myself. To put it bluntly, I was horny. Masturbation wasn't really cutting it anymore.
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.
He was well-built, ex-military, big dick, and fucked like a dog. I suppose before I go getting ahead of myself, I should back up and tell this story properly. I work in a computer lab at my college. It's open 24 hours a day, and because I have nasty insomnia, I work the midnight shift. It's perfect. It works out good for me, because I can use their computer to look at all the dirty porn.
It was obvious it was one of thousands that had been mostly left to rot when the interstate passed it by. No self-service in this place. Matter of fact, I was beginning to think there was no service at all when a sleepy looking dude in baggy overalls shuffled toward the car.
Marc is 28 and a fine hunk of man. He works out at a local gym keeping his body in fine tune. He has a large chest and broad shoulders. His ass is round and tight which he shows off wearing tight blue jeans. I love for him to be shirtless and just wearing his jeans. Sometimes I just rip them off and blow him from being turned on by seeing him this way. Marc and I talk a lot about our fantasies.
His eyes lingering on his tight jeans that concealed nothing from his eyes. James was wearing jeans with a loose tank top. The wind rippling it and giving sneak glances at his tanned muscular torso. James returned the look, lust dancing in his eyes, as he cocked his head to one side. Chris' manhood surged. Even the thought of James would make his dick stand up and now it did, ever more so.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
Billy asked me if we could talk and I said sure. I smiled back at him. Looking uncomfortable, he took a seat near mine. I quickly got him to admit that he had actually already accepted that other offer and he would be gone in just a few short weeks. We decide to head out and grab a beer. Get a bit drunk and start talking about real stuff...
I knew there was such a thing as fucking but that was not a common thing around where I lived. Anyway, I was 18 and a sophomore in highschool. I wasn't a jock but neither was I a nerd. I took phy-ed with the rest of the guys in my class. I was a little on the slim side but my penis was very well developed; much larger than the other guys. Anyway. I got in and he started the car going.
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
I had just turned eighteen. Young, naive, and always horny, that was me. I had sex with only one girl just before I joined the navy. It was good for me, but I don't think she enjoyed it much. I was too clumsy and thinking of my own pleasure. I was only 5'4" and had a slim build (120 lbs).
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