Eric sat behind the counter, trying to will his hardon away, but it was just not cooperating. The heat was suffocating and he really hated working at the laundry, it seemed to attract every ugly red-neck in a two county radius. Luckily, there was the occasional cute college boy, from the apartments across the street. So far this afternoon thought it had been ugly and uglier. Plus he still had two hours left on his shift. He was supporting himself though school, so he had no choice, but to work.
Eric was a nice-looking guy and he knew it, but he wasn't arrogant about it. As a matter-of -fact he was painfully shy. He was about 5'9" with dark blond hair, intense hazel eyes, and a smooth rippled chest.. Eric had been on the track and swim teams in high school and had worked to keep his lean muscular build. He had known for a long time that he was gay, he had just never done that much about it. There had been a few drunken jerk-offs with a frat brother or two, and he had even been given a blow job by an old friend from high school. (Funny, but he was drunk for that too.) He had just never gotten the nerve to put a move on a man before.
About that time the bell on the front door ring and he looked up. His erection throbbed as he watched one of his favorite objects of lust walk in the building. It was Patrick, a drop dead handsome stud from his computer class. Patrick had thick black hair, and deep blue eyes, and a body that wouldn't quit. He was about 6'2" and soft dark hair always peeked over the collar of his shirt. Eric knew that his chest must be beautiful - wide and covered with that sexy dark hair.
Patrick grinned and waved as he walked in. "Hey, dude! Didn't know you worked here." "Yep, sorry to say I do." Eric replied. "Hey, it can't be that bad can it?" he grinned. "Some days it can." Eric smiled in reply.
Patrick walked over and started stuffing his laundry in the open machines. Afterwards he walked over and crashed on one of the worn couches and began studying.
"Oh, great!" thought Eric. "I have to sit and watch this humpy man for two hours with a boner the size of a small central american country."
Every once in a while, Eric would glance over at Patrick and just marvel at the sheer beauty of the man. Timed passed though and with about 15 minutes left on his shift he saw Patrick start to load up his clothes. "You finished already?" ""Yeah, need to load up, run by the grocery store and head home." Patrick said. "OK, guy, see ya later." Eric said. (Hoping he didn't sound as disappointed as he was.) He watched Pat's tight well-formed ass walk out the door and sighed.
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.
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!.
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.
The railroad tracks and a small running stream divided the park. I had to use the bathroom in rather a hurry and run in and saw this man peeing. He didn't mind me seeing his cock which to me was a big piece of meat. Well I finished and run out but the thought of that cock stayed in my mind.
But on the inside he knew he was not true to himself, since school and even now he was always felt different. Although he had slept with countless women a fantasy had always been at the back of his mind that he was at odds with, he fantasised about sleeping with a man.
They bought things on their trip and had them sent home and I received their almost daily deliveries from UPS. The UPS guy was about 23, dark skinned, wiry and dark haired. When the weather started getting warmer, he came to the door in his summer uniform, showing off his hairy arms and legs. He smiled and said the weather was getting warmer and it felt good to be wearing shorts.
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.
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 first found out I was gay in Grade ten when I got a hard on in the locker room. Thankfully no one noticed, but I stayed in the closet since then, at least until I met Brayden. It was my first year at college, and I moved into an all guys dorm.
In addition to the regular nervousness of a new situation my age also separated me from the other guys. I had never fit in with kids my own age as I was in a higher grade than them and didn't fit in with my classmates as I wasn't as mature as them. All that was going to change. When the fraternities had rush week open houses I decided to go.
Late enough - the sun's gone down, the stores have been closed for hours, and the streets will be deserted. Quietly I slip out of the dorm - not that anyone would really care where I was going, and most of them know anyway. I head off down the hill - down into the heart of the city.
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.
Paul meets a well muscled man with dark hair, broad shoulders, perfect V-shape body and tight firm buttocks. He can not wait to get himself some of that.
Not only do I get to maintain my muscular body, which is the main reason I work out, but there's also the afterward. I've even had the chance to get acquainted with some of those hard bodies (and other hard things) a few times, although not nearly as often as I like. You know the type.
When I arrived in California, everything was such a shock to me. I had only been in town for a week when I discovered that a guy could go down in the basement of this X-rated movies house less than three blocks from the bus station and see hunky young guys down on their knees, sucking off rows of men. I was meeting and meating other gay guys openly, and I was having the time of my life.
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.
Although not a gay bar the pub had the reputation of being tolerant towards the gay community and I had thought that as this was Friday night, with no work tomorrow, there would be more action, but there seemed to be little going on tonight.
It had been snowing since the morning and by the time John had got home from work, at least a foot of the white stuff had fallen on the city. The winds had built up since late afternoon and were now driving the snow into large drifts. Few people were venturing outdoors but John was restless (and horny) and just had to get out.
Luckily his last few minutes in the hell-hole passed quickly and he was out the door as soon as his replacement walked in. He was aching to get home and beat off 2 or 3 times. He was sure he could get at least that many fantasies out of Patrick.
Eric walked over to his bike and as he got close he noticed the rear wheel was flat. "FUCK!" he yelled. "Problem?" the voice asked?
He pivoted around and there stood Patrick. "Yeah, my damn bike has a flat." he told him. "Come on, we'll throw it in the back of my truck and I'll give you a ride home." Patrick offered.
Eric felt himself break into a sweat. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Sure, I wouldn't mind a bit!" Patrick said with a smile and a slap of Eric's shoulder. "Hmmmmm, rough trade." thought Eric and almost giggled.
They drove down the by-pass and made small talk as traffic whizzed by. It turned out that the two of them only lived a few blocks from each other and it wasn't out of Patrick's way to take him home. "Hey man, wanna stop by my place for a couple of beers? I got a new computer and you can check it out. It's really helped me with our computer class." Patrick asked.
"OK, I could use a good beer right now." Eric lied. He hated beer, but he'd drink out of a ditch if he could spend some time with Patrick.
They pulled up to Patrick's apartment and they both walked up to the door. Eric was a gentleman and helped with the groceries. As they put the groceries away, they talked and drank. He was really amazed at how smart and sweet Patrick was. It seemed like most great-looking guys were dicks. He sighed once again and hoped that at least they were going to be friends.
"Dude, I'm sweating like a pig, I'm gonna change into some shorts and a tee shirt." Patrick said.
Eric was sweating too, but not from the heat. Patrick walked across the room and disappeared in back. As much as he loathed it, he took a big swallow of the beer, to try and cool off. "Eric! Come on back and check out my PC. I keep it in my bedroom."
He groaned and walked down the hallway. He strolled in the bedroom and almost dropped his beer. Patrick was standing there wearing nothing but a silver St. Christopher medal. The chest was just as incredible as he had imagined, and dangling between his legs was the sweetest looking dick Eric had ever seen. It was all he could do not to pass out from sheer pleasure. "You like it?" "What?" Eric gasped. "The computer." "Oh, yeah. Looks great!" he stammered. "Go over and check it out." Patrick told him.
By this time Patrick had pulled on a pair of white briefs and was standing at the end of the bed. The computer was on the other side of the bed and Eric had to slide past Patrick to make it to the other side. His arm rubbed against the soft hairy chest, as he pushed past, and Patrick grabbed him. "Don't rush." He whispered in Eric's ear. Then he felt Patrick's hot warm lips on the base of his neck.
That was all it took. He turned and their lips came together in one of the hottest moments in Eric's memory. Patrick pulled him down to the bed and Eric moved down and began to chew on the mat of dark hair covering that wonderful chest. He worked his lips down the trail of soft fur until he reached the waist of Patrick's briefs. He could see the hardness of the stiff cock pushing the waistband open. He decided to help. Using both hand he pulled the tight white underwear down. Patrick's hard cock sprung up at a 45 degree angle, precum oozing out of the slit in the head. Eric wasted no time and let his tongue touch the tip and tasted the musky juice. Then he let his mouth slide down the length of the smooth flesh, his face buried in deep in Patrick's crotch..
Patrick groaned and arched his hips off the bed and begged him not to stop. Eric had no intention of stopping, he had waited years for this and he was going to enjoy every second. The hard piece of man flesh was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. It was smooth and silky to his tongue and pulsed every time he went down on it. Eric could take it far enough in, that he could feel the head of it hitting the back of his throat, and feel Patrick's soft bush against his face.
Patrick was running his fingers through Eric's hair and massaging his shoulders while he was sucked. "Oh, baby, that feels so HOT!" he moaned.
He grabbed Eric's shoulder and pulled him away from his cock. "Now its my turn." He said.
He stretched Eric back on the bed and began kissing him at his ankles. Eric was on fire as the warm mouth worked its way up his legs and on up to his thighs. By then, he was pleading with Patrick to suck his cock.
Patrick's mouth reached his nuts and he almost shot his load. All he could do now was groan and push his hard dick towards Patrick's face. Patrick didn't wasted any more time and wrapped his strong lips around the head of the stiff meat pointing at his face. He engulfed it with one stroke, and began to piston his face on Eric's dick. "Oh GOD!, oh GOD!" Eric moaned. He didn't think he could last 30 seconds, as good as this felt.
He looked down at the hot stud dining on his hard flesh and was overtaken by the need to feel this man inside of him. He had never been fucked, but wanted it so bad right now, he could feel his ass burning. "PATRICK, FUCK ME NOW!" he growled.
Patrick stopped his sucking and looked up and grinned. "You won't have to tell me twice!"
He rolled Eric over on his stomach and lifted his ass in the air. What Eric felt next was totally unexpected. Patrick's tongue began to work its way into his ass. He had never been rimmed before and it felt incredible. His cock throbbed every time he felt the tongue push inside of him. He knew that he was being prepared for the onslaught of Patrick's big cock.
Patrick grabbed a bottle of lotion from the bedside and started coating his cock with it and rubbing some in the crack of Eric's ass. He started rubbing his hard meat between the hot butt cheeks, and reached in front and started stroking Eric's cock with his lubed hand. Patrick's hand felt so good stroking him he hardly noticed him placing the head of his cock at Eric's tight hole. "This might hurt a little, but I'll go slow." Patrick told him.
With that warning he pushed and the head of his dick slid in. Eric wanted to yell, but he didn't. It felt like a baseball bat had just been shoved up his ass. Patrick didn't move for a while and Eric's ass began to feel better. The pain turned into a hotness and he told Patrick to keep going. He slid more of his cock inside of Eric, and then a little more, until finally he was buried all the way in. His crotch hairs were pressed tight against his virgin ass.
Patrick began to rock his hips back and forth, slowly but steadily. The hotness in Eric's ass turned to a burning and he closed his eyes and drowned himself in the feeling. It was the most heavenly thing he had ever felt. "Harder!" He told Patrick.
He didn't need much urging and increased the tempo of his thrusts. He began to beat Eric's cock harder too and Eric knew it wouldn't be long before he popped. He turned his head and looking at Patrick. He had his eyes closed and his head was thrown back. It was obvious he was lost in the pure pleasure of the fuck. Sweat was beading up on his hairy chest, and some of it was dripping down onto Eric's back, just making more lubricant for their love making.
Suddenly, Patrick's strokes became erratic. He was losing his rhythm and Eric knew he must be getting close. "OH SHIT! I'm gonna blow!" he yelled.
Patrick let out a loud guttural yell and shoved his thick cock all the way in Eric's ass. "AHHHRRRGGHH! YEAH!" he grunted as his dick shot spunk deep in Eric's ass.
Stream after stream of thick hot cum pulsed inside of Eric, and that was all it took to send him over the edge. "Patrick, I'm gonna SHOOT!"
His nuts exploded and he shot long ropes of jism all over the sheets. His cock throbbed and milky white cum ran down Patrick's fist He felt like all his previous orgasms had been rolled into one. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over him, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the last few pulses of Patrick's cock in his ass. He felt it finally begin to grow soft and his own cock did the same. "Holly fuckin' shit!" Patrick gasped. "That was THE BEST fuck I've ever had!"
Eric grinned proudly. "Not bad for a first timer?" he asked. "What!?" Patrick stared at him dumbfounded. "You've never been fucked before??" "Nope, that was the first. Actually, I never sucked cock before either." "Well, my hunky man, you've got natural ability then." Patrick smiled widely.
They collapsed on the bed side by side, and Eric snuggled up to Patrick's wide expansive chest. "Can I tell you something?" Patrick asked. "Sure, anything." "I let the air out of your tire." He grinned sheepishly.
Eric burst out laughing, and hugged him. "Well now, that's just about the biggest damn compliment anybody has every paid me." He laughed.
The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
Soon both my tank top and my shorts were sticking to me. I wore no underwear, and I was enjoying the sensation of my loose shorts against my cock as I pedalled. At long last I arrived at my destination, the film bookstore. I trod up the stairs to the second-floor shop huffing and puffing. I didn't care.
I'm all tense and exhausted from the brainpower I have just expended. I walk into the sweaty locker room and the steam immediately fogs up my glasses. I'm at my favorite part of the workout. Hehe. I set my duffle bag on a bench. The locker room is pretty empty. A few swimmers in their Speedos and thick legs walk by nosily, slapping their naked feet against the wet gym floor. Darn it.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
We are both insatiable cocksuckers - always hungry for a nice big cock to plow our mouths and boypussies. David was telling me he really wanted to get fucked, so I told him to say hi to my extremely hot and hung friend Ed who was also online at time. They decided to get together even though Ed also had another friend named Scott on his way over. Scott is great-looking. It's a hot scene.
He was starting work as the head football coach at a mid-size mid-western university. At 32 years of age, 6'2" and 180, he was different from most college coaches: he was physically fit and young. Not only did he have to get used to a new community and a new job, but his young son, Randall Jr, 18 years of age, needed time to adjust. At 5'4" and 110 #, Randall Jr.
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.
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.
"Whatcha doing?" asked the fraternity brother while he eyed my exposed cock. I went to cover myself with the printout and kick the intruder in the head, when he retreated to the other stall. "Just polishing the ol' boy," I replied candidly, thinking the gentleman to have satisfied himself with a curious glance. "Ah. Whatcha using?" Apparently not. "Some story." He suggest he can help me out.
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
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....
The sleek black machine sped along the macadam, hugging the tight curves and cruising over the long straight-a-ways. My destination? Nowhere. Everywhere! I was on my own; free. No questions to answer; no explanations to make up; no strings attached. There were no regrets. A few happy moments to remember.
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....
A 21-year-old gay male, I was - to be quite blunt about it - incredibly hunky, possessing not only rugged good looks (dark curly hair, steely blue eyes, the classic square jaw) but a drop dead gorgeous, gym-toned body, 6'2" tall and 230 lbs. of solid muscle. "Are you visiting relatives in Kalanisi?" he said, wrinkling his brow. "Why, no, of course not," I answered.
At Henlow camp in Buckinghamshire UK. Why? Because it sparked off a new edge to my life. I'd joined the services to get some life after experiencing the doldrums of civilian life and having difficulty in finding a job. But what I found was something I had never imagined, something that brought out the real me - and it was the best thing that could have happened for me at such a young age.
I had worked five shifts in three days and deserved a day to myself. I wanted to sleep in, but my paperboy, Ned, had different ideas. Ned was a cute 18 year old stud, muscular, a soccer player. This is the story about my adventures with him, the landscaper, college stud next door, some frat boys, random stranded motorist and the pizza boy. This was a very busy all-day sex marathon!
Paul meets a well muscled man with dark hair, broad shoulders, perfect V-shape body and tight firm buttocks. He can not wait to get himself some of that.
It's been awhile since he has a serious relationship, but that hasn't stopped him from having fun. Mike is now 22, has had sex with a couple of girls and has fooled around with a lot of guys. Mike considers himself to be bi, but he fantasies more about guys. Mike has black hair, brown eyes, and isn't that hairy.
My students had adjusted to me, their new computer studies teacher, and I was getting along quite well with them. All seemed to be fine except for one student, Ray, who seemed to be having trouble with his assignments. He asked if I could stay after classes one afternoon and help him catch up.
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.
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