Sucking Underwear Sniffer's Cock While He Jerks Off And Gets Fisted
My name is Bill and I am a junior at Bixby University. I am also in a fraternity (in case you wondered, it is Gamma Alpha Upsilon). Any way, it was a typical weekend around our frat house I was bored as usual...everybody at the house had gone home...and there were about 3 people there for the weekend.
I was horny as hell (as usual). Usually I would just jerk off to a pair of my roommates underwear. He wears jockeys and they smell SOOOOO good. I can only imagine his hot cock pressed tight inside them. Sometimes I can smell a faint whiff of shit on the back of them where his tight, hot little ass sits all day...and they always smell like his sweat. But he went back to Utah for the weekend (and took his laundry to be washed).
So this weekend I was without a pair of jerk of material. I figured I would just spank it off, take a shower and then go off and watch TV, but then it occurred to me that there were OTHER cute guys in the house I fantasized about, and their underwear might be just as available as my roommates, since everybody was gone this weekend. I had SEVERAL guys in mind, so I left my room and went across the hall. Alas, this cutes hunks underwear were nowhere to be found (he took laundry home for mom too apparently).
Then I though for a second, one of the guys that was new this semester, a young, muscular, and VERY VERY cute guy, was staying this weekend, but he had supposedly gone out to eat (that is what he told me). I thought in the past about stealing a pair of his to sniff while stroking my cock, but then figured it unwise...but NOW?
So I go upstairs and pop open the door, fully expecting the room to be deserted...but nope. Guess who was laying on their bedroom couch with his legs spread open, a hardon, and a pair of underwear over HIS face, which he QUICKLY stuffed between the cushions?
"Oh god man PLEASE don't tell on me!", he says as he covers himself.
"I'm not going to tell on you..." I said as I closed his door behind me. "What the FUCK are you doing any way? And WHAT did you stuff between the cushion of that couch?"
I was doing some classified work for the Army and this was my chance to get together with other contractors to discuss the overall project. The conference was also being held at one of favorite places; an unusual military installation near the ocean. I got to be close to these macho military guys in a casual atmosphere.
He came to a bridge over the babbling brook. Underneath that bridge was a troll. When the troll heard the littlest billy goat's hooves clattering on the wooden bridge, he jumped out from under the bridge and stood in front of the little billy goat. "I'm going to eat you all up!"
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.
During pledging I get to suck dick, have my dick sucked and start a wonderful time at college. Never thought I would agree to being fucked and together with a frat brother fuck one woman, but I dont regret a minute of all that hot sex in college!
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.
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...
In the middle of the night I wake up and notice that Charley is having a nightmare and kicked away his covers. He lays there stark naked and I figure I should go wake him up and release him out of his...
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 feeling quite bored with the things that were going on in my life at this point. A crazy, overly emotional roommate. Bills were coming at a rate faster than usual. Luckily, this was a long weekend, Memorial Day they called it. There was an AIDS vigil near the college over the weekend.
I'd gone for a walk by myself after dinner, and for the heck of it I decided to walk the empty hallways of all the floors of the dorm. The place was dead save for the occasional rattle of a small dorm-room refrigerator starting up, muted behind a closed door. On the second floor, I saw a light under the door of Ed's room as I approached, but there was no answer when I knocked. "Ed and I.
Sat down to watch a few innings of the game, still scanning the crowd to see what it offered. I noticed one boy sitting alone about 10 seats away from me and a row behind. He was wearing a Mets cap on his head. He was cute.
I was nearly in the fetal position at the foot of an unfamiliar bed, the skin of my forehead stiff with dried cum. I couldn't recall exactly how many men had filled my ass with their seed the night before, but I was unable to forget the only one who sprayed himself all over my face. He caught my eye right before he unloaded, totally silent as he came and never breaking eye contact.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
I had been straight but curious all through college, but, aside from a j/o experience with a friend, I had never been with a guy. But this was my wild year, living on my own in the Big City, and I was determined to make the best of it. I had been to a couple of gay clubs before.
Usually there's a guy in each car, usually older, usually drinking and scoping out the trickle of truckers in and out. But tonight, all but one car was empty and since it was a chilly night, there was only one place they could all be. I parked, got out, walked in. None of the above.
"Yeah right...If you want me not to tell, you better SHOW me what that was!"
So he shows me that it is a pair of underwear, and I asked him whose it was. He at first said it was his underwear, but I told him I knew better than that. Nobody does their OWN underwear. He had a cute roommate, a thin, wily, little guy who took a bath about 3 times a week...and who always smelled fine (as far as underwear sniffing might go...nice and sweaty and MASCULINE). So I figured that's whose they were. I told this guy if he didn't tell me WHOSE THEY WERE I was going to rat on him. So he fessed up that it was his roommates underwear and that he does it all the time.
We talked for a few minutes and he eventually told me HE was gay and that he regularly sniffed guys underwear all over the house, including mine. So I was very surprised, and told him that I had actually come up to grab a pair of HIS. Then we promised to prep our underwear for each other by wearing them for at LEAST two days, working out in them, leaving DEFINITE brown stains in the back, and a few nice drops of cum whenever possible. Just to make the whole thing fun, we also decided that it would be cool to SWAP underwear (i.e. wear each others sometimes) . I actually love doing this, as it keeps me in a nice hardon all day long (he wears silk bikini underwear...I normally wear briefs, but he likes bikini so I went out and bought some just for him).
Well, after we talked about underwear and the sort, we decided that just jerking off and sniffing underwear was not going to do it for us at that particular moment. So I told him I would very much like to get him off and swallow his whole load of cum, if he didn't mind of course. I told him to put his roomies underwear over his head COMPLETELY and asked him if he had any lubricant. He says "top drawer left".
Now I have never fisted anybody before, but I always jerk off about the idea, so I told him I was going to fist him, and he said he always wanted to try it (but he was a little scared!) I rubbed lubricant all over my hand and his ass (we put a towel under him to keep his couch clean), and then I stuck a finger up his ass. I told him not to touch his cock at all, I was going to get him off by massaging his prostate with my hand.
I started to move my pointer finger in and out of his ass and told him to just breath nice and deep through those underwear (and man was he breathing...I wanted really to smell the sweet breath coming out of those cute, innocent boys lips, but I was BUSY). Then I managed to work another finger into his ass, I decided to put one finger from each hand in his asshole so I could slowly pry his asshole apart, and it worked too. As I gently massaged his sphincter, I could feel it loosen up, and I could hear his moans increase. His hips started to gyrated, his breathing increased, he pushed off the couch to push my finger deeper into his ass, and he grunted. He also tried to grab his cock, but I slapped his hand away and said NO! It was off limits. I told him to pinch his nipples (which were VERY nice on him BTW; large, round, maroon in color and VERY hard right now...I want to suck on them...but still, I was busy).
After I got two fingers in him I switched back to one hand, his ass was quite loose now and I pointed my entire hand into the pointed little shape that I do when I do this to myself in the shower. I pressed it hard into his ass and it almost went up to my last set of knuckles. He was really moaning now, he kept telling my to "PUSH IT ALL THE WAY IN...FORCE IT!" he screamed. But I didn't want to hurt him, just make him cum.
I decided to put more lube on my hand because his little asshole was taking a lot of stress, I also put some lube on his cock, balls and chest. I just wanted to look at his lubed cock and I like to see a nice glistening muscular chest as well. I mean I was doing the work here right? Why shouldn't I have something nice to look at!?!
After that I decided to force my hand a little harder than before into his ass, the help of his gyrating hips made it a lot easier, because in a few minutes, my whole hand was inside his ass. I was actually up to my wrist inside him, and he was moaning like a banshee! The inside of his ass was SO warm and soft, and I could feel his asshole tightening around my wrist. His moans made me so happy. This boy was enjoying himself a LOT, and I did it to him! He kept thrusting his weight down on my hand to make me go deeper inside up. So I lubed my self up to the elbow (I hadn't done this before and didn't know how far I could go...so I was going to be prepared!)
I actually only got up to about three inches past my wrist before I decided to stop...he was screaming loud enough and sweating like a hog, he wanted to come really bad, I could tell, so I fingered around till I found his prostate and started to work on it. I went slow at first then I just decided to go as fast as possible, I massaged it about as fast as I can jerk myself off, and man was HE liking it! Hyper-ventilating through his roommates underwear and THRUSTING himself onto my fist! Pretty soon he stopped for a second, and his ass closed tight around my writs...I could feel his prostate ripple (and the rest of him shuddered as well) and then his load of hot cum shot out of his cute, hard, 17 year old cock, ALL OVER the chest I had just lubed for him! Oh it was so nice looking at his fresh out of high school and into college swimmers/weight lifters chest all oiled up with a beautiful drops of pearly white semen all over it! I could have cried!
After I pulled my hand out of his ass I asked him if he would mind too terribly if I could lick his hot cum off his chest and nipples (and suck the rest out of his cock), of course he said it was okay
"You made me feel FINE man...go ahead...you deserve it!"
And I had my treat, his hot, thick teenage cum slid down the back of my throat like butter, and while I gently licked it off his nipples, he stroked the back of my head and told me how much he has been waiting for this time to come, man was this nice!
When I cleaned him off he told me it was MY turn, because as he told me "You know, YOU haven't cum yet...but you're going to soon...and YOU'RE not going to use your hands either!"
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.
There was a one other time I played with Skylar, the young guy who was on his way over to my loft. It was a couple of months earlier, and he had joined another friend of mine and me in a hot three-way. The two young guys were both bottoms and I took turns pounding both of them safely. But that's not the story I'm telling today. This is a true story about a one-on-one session I had with Skye.
Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I've been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin, the big meat company, and I certainly wasn't complaining.
I had just turned 18 a few weeks before, and was still hopelessly a virgin. When my roommate Mike asked me if I wanted to go to the St. Patty's day party at his Fraternity house, I readily accepted, determined that tonight of all nights, I would hook up. Little did I know how right I was.
Already, the room had grown close with the smell of their bodies, and the two looked at him with eyes of a color never seen in this village. The color of Canadian lakes, high in the mountains that drink the sky in their cold, cold depths. Both wear heavy boots. The air is heavy and still. Clothes a misery....
I was nervous, scared and excited all at the same time. One of my biggest concerns was who my roommate would be. Would he be some weird punk-rocker, a geeky over-achiever, or just a nice guy I could really get to know? I was relieved when I met Brian. He was a tall, handsome guy with a slim build.
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.
I have a lot of fantasies about having sex with other guys, and last night I finally did it. Here's how it was. My friend Alan came over and we got talking about how horny we are. Alan is 18 like me and we met when we were at school. He's about 5'10" and he has blond hair and blue eyes. I'm taller than him and I have dark hair.
But, somehow, both of us knew this would be different. We'd been playing basketball in the back and we were both sweaty and red from the workout. As we stripped our tee shirts off, I saw him watching me with an odd look on his face. I didn't know what to make of it.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
Something I just thought would never happen to me, and after 18 months, lo and behold, it happens. I was very fortunate after finishing at University and was able to walk straight into a job, while most of my friends were now bumming around and doing anything they could to keep going.
But I never thought they were true. I never thought it was so easy. Until this past weekend. There's this former frat boy George whose parents bought him an AT&T fancy wancy computer. We had been friends for about a year when one night while partying as frat boys of all ages always do, he said he had something on his computer that I might be interested in. SHWING! was my immediate reaction.
Why don't you get something to drink, sit back and relax while I tell you my story. My mane is Mike, and I have what I consider the best job in the world. Now, it doesn't pay that much, the hours are lousy, and the job has gotten a bad rep from a certain TV show. But, for a guy like me, it is the only job to have. It gets to be a madhouse sometimes, but I love it. So I went over to him.
We were on the soccer team together and our lives revolved around soccer. As two best buddies we spent all of our time together. Summer was finally here and as two soccer loving dudes, we were excited because the World Cup was on and we couldn't wait to watch every match together. This year, his parents were out of town and we had made plans for me to sleep over at his place.
For one, I liked to wrestle. I love the competition and the thrill of victory after a hard-won match. I also love feeling the strong body of some hot young guy squirm beneath me as I pin him to the mat. One day a very cute wrestler named Bud and I were practicing wrestling....
It was convenient too as I had most of my classes in the building. Here's the story of one of my experiences there. After class one day, I was really horny and needed a hot dick. So, I headed to my favorite hot spot on campus. Walking in I saw that one stall was already occupied. Wait, let me start a bit earlier. There was this guy in one of my classes who was beautiful.
I created a community for queer news and opinions on a popular blogging website, combining my gayness with my professional passion, journalism. I posted advertisements for my community in other queer communities, sat back, and waited to see if people began to join. About three hours after I posted my appeals and the first article in the community, the first person joined the community.
I'm 6 feet tall and weigh 165 pounds. I have short light brown hair and blue green eyes. I had always wanted to be an actor, so when the opportunity arose to pack up and move to California arose I was ecstatic. I had just turned 18 and graduated high school.
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