Russ was looking forward to baseball practice. Actually, he wasn't as much looking as forward to the practice as the fact that he was going to be with Jeremy. He got there a bit early. He had arranged a few kids who were really good and sexy (though he hadn't said that) at baseball to help him on a Saturday. He was in his ball clothes, so he went straight to the field to start. He had also brought a change of clothes in case he got really dirty.
Three boys were there. Jeremy, who he had not only considered the best player, but the sexiest, too, was on first base. Jeremy had this deep, almost sexy voice. He also had a beautiful hairless chest. James, who he thought was probably a senior, a pretty good player whom Russ had thought to be well hung. He was pitching. Finally, Justin, who had an Asian-American air about him, and also seemed well endowed. He was in outfield partways.
Russ had chosen boxers under his loose jeans, hoping Jeremy would see it. James pitched a normal underhand which Russ hit towards Justin, who had fortunately missed it, but recovered and quickly caught it. Justin threw the ball to Jeremy, and Russ slid onto first facing up. Jeremy was looking down at him, with a hard on which Russ noted.
Everyone, including Russ laughed, but only Russ knew that he thought the joke was erotic. Russ got up and went to bat again and hit more of a pop up which James missed and Russ slid, kneeling almost, onto the base. Jeremy looked down.
"What? Back already?"
Russ' hard on got more prominent as he walked back. This time, Russ hit a double and ran to second and was in almost a split as he got there. Justin got back quickly and looked down at Russ.
Now I was about to shower in one of the locker rooms at work. I was conscious of my less than buff body. I'm not a blob, but I do have a little gut, and my buns while they're attractive enough and firm, they aren't rock solid. I was also the only black guy there, making me feel extra self-conscious. As I undressed, glancing around as subtly as possible, fighting off an erection.
See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me.
After the workout we went to the locker room together, which made us all horny. Looking at all those guys. As we arrive back we decide it is time to relieve some tension. He strokes his dick against my butt crack and then asks me to make him cum. I start sucking away.
How the fuck could we lose? We were the #1 ranked team all season. No one even came close to us. And we lost 2-3. I left the field before the rest of the team and headed to the locker room. The whole school was there. I could see the mascot and the geeky science kid that was apparently his handler. I don't know if he liked animals or just hated sports. Fuck that little bitch.
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.
Three of us aspiring athletes were running the track. Garth, Dale, and I all competed aggressively against each other. We were all working hard to get our adolescent bodies in shape for our respective athletic teams. We were all loaded with testosterone, each wanting to show up the other. We pushed ourselves as hard as we could, each wanting to be the best jock of the threesome.
A boy stood there, 18 years old. He was beautiful, with thick black hair, straight and cut short. His features were pubescent. His brown eyes looked at me with a friendly smile. He was dressed for winter, with a heavy jacket zipped up over baggy dark blue jeans. I was in love. And soon, so he would be. "Can I help you?" I asked, with a slight grin.
It was late and we just finished putting the tent up. We were getting ready to go to sleep when my friend went to close the tent windows and he was wearing nothing and he was very hard. I was in my sleeping bag and just seeing him got me very hard. He was just walking around the tent not saying to much.
That would include cleaning tables in the dining room, washing dishes or sweeping and mopping the floors. One of my assistants hired a 18 year old black boy named Dontazz. I had seen him a few times, but had never actually worked with him. Dontazz worked nights and I worked days. I was just getting off work and went into the bathroom before leaving. It's eight inches long when it's soft.
For the record, it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
I later learned that our parents had known each other for years. Gerald was two years younger than I was, and I never thought of him as anything but a friend. I heard rumors that he sucked and fucked his brothers, but I didn't think any more about it, since he never tried making a pass at me. We would occasionally go out drinking at local taverns and clubs. I was about twenty-seven at the time.
Again laughter from all four. This went on with Russ getting to the base in almost always a different position every time. And every time, a new comment, always sexual. They played about two hours and everyone but Jeremy went home.
"Hey, Jer. Why don't you go home now?"
"Man, I'm sapped of energy and I'm only about a mile from here. I walked here."
Russ noted that both their clothes were dirty from all Russ' sliding.
"Why don't we shower in the locker room? Looks like we both need it and it might bring back some energy."
"'Kay. I got spare clothes in my bag. I didn't know you slid so much, though."
They walked to the locker room and stripped naked. By this time, Russ' hard on had subsided. They went to the showers and Russ got a couple bars of soap.
"Here ya' go," he said as he threw the soap.
Jeremy caught it.
"Nice throw."
They lathered up and Russ felt his erection returning. He quickly turned his nozzle to cold and it went back.
Russ tried to slowly look over Jeremy's crotch and saw a huge foot-long monster being lathered and slowly stroked. Jeremy looked at Russ, who had quickly turned away, but whose cock was hard. Jeremy asked innocently, "Uh, hey Russ?"
"Yeah?," he said still back turned to Jeremy.
"Why, uh, exactly did you arrange this practice."
"I needed it."
"Any other... Special reason?"
"No."
"Your cock says otherwise. Would you care to say that again, looking me in the eye?" Russ turned and looked directly at Jeremy's eyes, trying to will his hard on to subside unsuccessfully.
"I arranged this practice because I needed you, er, it."
"You're gay, aren't you?"
"Well, bi, more of."
"Is that why you slid into all those positions? You want to suck me?"
Russ meekly nodded.
Jeremy perked up.
"Well then... Do you want it?," he asked waving his huge dick.
Russ again nodded.
"Well, then, COME and get it." Russ went over to Jeremy and went down on him, taking just the head and playing with it. Jeremy moaned and decided to sit on the stone bench. Russ followed and once he sat, spread his legs to let Russ at it.
Russ went down and deep-throated Jeremy, who moaned in ecstasy. Russ then put his entire life into sucking off Jeremy, who came, moaning in exstacy, shooting powerfully and quickly down Russ' throat. His dream stud's load had a sexy, sugary quality to it.
"Noone's ever deep-throated me before. They always say it's too big."
"Man. I feel obligated, almost, to do anything you say."
"I'm not gonna make you suck me. I only did all this willingly, so I don't want you unwilling. But can you get someone who'll suck me?"
"You're lookin' at him."
"You sure you want to?"
"Well, you're not that large, and you seemed to enjoy it."
"Alright, Jer. Any position in particular?"
"Let's switch."
"Okay."
Russ couldn't believe that the stud of his dreams was going to give him a blowjob. They moved and Jeremy took Russ, almost cautiously, and started sucking. Russ only had about 5 inches hard, but it got so hard it could barely be moved. Russ could barely hold off.
"I'm gonna come," he strained. Jeremy sucked harder and it was too much for Russ. Russ shot a good load which Jeremy took for the most part. "Now Jer, stand up."
They both stood against each other and Russ initiated a kiss, eating the cum that Jeremy hadn't, snaking his tongue into Jeremy's mouth, who began to return the passionate kiss. They then left the locker room after redressing.
I had always been straight, until an 11.5 inch cock was waved in my face. Since that day two years ago, I have been exploring my bisexual side. I have recently posted my first few stories. This is the next of my true adventures. I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers.
Well two week ago I went to the Compound to relieve a little tension. I was so fucking horny to find a hot ass to fuck and a cock to play with I'm surprised I didn't fuck the attendant. I checked into my room and started the search. In the video room they were showing a hot Australian cock movie.
See, I'm bisexual, and most of the time I'm primarily attracted to women. But when I want good, hot sex without all the baggage, I like a nice juicy cock between my lips. So with a raging hardon in my pants, I headed for the nearby adult bookstore that I knew had gloryholes. I don't know what it is about sex through a gloryhole that's such a turn-on for me.
He had scoped a guy in the gym doing some stretching exercises. He had a good, lean body, dark hair, an excellent ass, and was clean shaven. They had exchanged a little small talk, and met up later on in the steam room, where Jonny had noticed that the guy was eying him up.
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.
Because we work there we are allowed to work out after hours. Mike has no idea what I would give to wrap my lips around his hot cock and suck it until he came all over my face. Everytime I see him at the gym I can not take my eyes of off him. He is always in shorts and a tank top. I see the hair on his arms and I get an erection imagaing him jacking me off. We start with the bench press.
This is really a true story and if you have had similar experiences or would like to discuss this I might be interested but would want to do it privately.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
A boy stood there, 18 years old. He was beautiful, with thick black hair, straight and cut short. His features were pubescent. His brown eyes looked at me with a friendly smile. He was dressed for winter, with a heavy jacket zipped up over baggy dark blue jeans. I was in love. And soon, so he would be. "Can I help you?" I asked, with a slight grin.
To me it's like a fine wine or an expensive brandy -- something to be savored, for the taste of it in my mouth, the feel of it in my throat, and the pungent aroma of it. I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. The first cum I tasted was my own, but this is the story of other tastings.
I was 18, just, and had for about seven or maybe more years been attracted to hot guys. Now I had an opportunity to find friends, lovers and, most importantly, sex. Being gay and 18 years of age I was totally gagging for it! There I was one night, chatting away in a chat room when a message popped up from a local guy. We chatted for some time and then decided to meet up.
Pulling my hand from under the sheets, I brought it in to my body, running up my smooth, bare chest before slapping the snooze on the alarm clock. It was Friday and university classes were out for the week, allowing me, a newly turned 20 year old student the chance to catch up on some deserved sleep. Halfheartedly, I pulled myself up into sitting position.
After two hours of intense practice, coach finally ended practice, and it was time to hit the showers, my favorite part of practice. I swam on a US swimming team, so everyone was pretty good, and so were their bodies. As the boys filed into the locker room, I watched their muscular asses gyrate as they strutted through their little speedos.
We have never met or talked. We have seen each other in all states of dress and undress, but we have never touched. We are attracted each other's muscular builds, the broad shoulders, large well developed pecs, the bulging biceps, and strong legs. Both of our baskets contain ample equipment and we display them with pride.
Brad, a young man is walking to his job as a lifeguard at the local beach. He is 5'11" tall with a medium build. He has light brown hair & very deep brown eyes. He is wearing his usual daily uniform consisting only of a tight fitting bathing suit.
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