When he was in high school Danny admired lean, muscular black teenage boys on the basketball court. He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater.
Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. On evening, after a particularly demanding rehearsal, most of the theater performers headed for the shower, but Danny stayed behind to put a little extra work into his moves on stage. Danny was the last to leave, so he arrived in the locker room about the same time Jamal, one of the star teenage basketball players did. Jamal had been practicing lay-ups long after practice was over.
Danny was still scrubbing his skinny body when the muscular teenage black boy stepped into the shower. Danny's eyes grew wide at the sight of the big black "tail" that dangled between the black boy's legs.
Jamal didn't seem to pay the skinny white boy much attention; instead his mind was on a cheerleader he had been eyeing ever since the season began. Jamal's eyes half-closed as he imagined the cheerleader naked, waving her tight cheerleading ass in the black boy's face.
Against his will, Jamal slowly got an erection. His throbbing black cock poked out like a thick slab of granite. Danny couldn't believe the size of the boy's pulsating cock, nor could he take his eyes off of the black boy's big hairy heavy balls as they dangled in their sacs.
When Jamal turned to face the shower head Danny inspected the teenage basketball player's firm black ass, wanting to fuck it. He ran his eyes up and down the dark skinned boy's crack imagining what it would be like to penetrate the boy and explore inside of him.
Before long Danny was also sporting an erection, imagining what it would be like to have this black boy all to himself to do whatever Danny wanted him to do, for as long as Danny liked, but he knew he had to have a plan to get there.
It was coming up on the time to celebrate our 10th anniversary so my wife and I booked a cruise to the Bahamas. We had a wonderful time and the sex was great as usual, but walking through the pool area everyday and seeing all those men in bikinis and swim trunks was getting me so hot to have a man. It had been several months since my last man to man experience and I was really horned up for one.
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.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
I considered myself popular and somewhat attractive. I was not at all athletic, but did play some intramurals. It was the third day of school, just fitting in, and finishing the summer stories. The football team was going to begin practice after school, inpreparation for the season. My best friend Steve, whom I had known since first grade, was very athletic and played for the team. come on.
They had purchased an old hotel in the Catskills, where we would go for training seminars in the main rooms, and we were each given a private hotel room. This was an older type hotel, with private rooms that had adjoining bathrooms. We kept the doors closed and knocked before entering.
So I packed my stuff up and left for my uncles house. I was walking about an hour and a half making great time when a trucker pulled ahead of me and asked me if I wanted a lift. So I asked him where he was going and his answer was close to my uncles house only about a mile away. So I accepted his offer and hope in. We made small talk for the first couple of miles.
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
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.
In a bazaar with Turkish sworls and dervish citizens, flower-traders, carpet-baggers, the beggars, and the street boys, of which, one Farouk Ali, was the most wicked; and not cheap. He would hang out with his monkey-grin smile, his rapier wit, and lithe body, that men want, and they pay a pretty dinar for. Two men talking, and Farouk could hear ever word. "Aziz, hold the donkey, while I...
Most times he just had a stressful day at work and the later evening hours, 7-8, was when the gym was quiet. Usually just a few other men and women there. One night he got there about 6:45 and got on the treadmill for a good run. He noticed another guy there, a guy he hadn't seen before. The other man, his name was Constantine Kephalas, was about the exact physical opposite of Jason.
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.
I only attended school for a half a day in my senior year, having taken as many extra courses as was permitted. There was an adult movie theatre in town (in those days they showed the old "nudie cuties" but they were very exciting to an eighteen year old with a perpetual erection.
Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school.
As he lay in bed rubbing his straining hardon, he thought about what he could do today to pass the time. Summers can get pretty boring when you live in the rural south. Beale County South Carolina was no exception. His best buddy David was gone to camp for a couple of weeks and there was no other friends nearby and he didn't have a car to go anywhere.
I had been down at the river tubing for most of the day (summer school frolics) and could not get the images of semi-nude college kids running around. My girlfriend had gone home for a week to attend her sisters wedding and I had gotten stuck at school during exams. Something really kept gnawing at me.
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.
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.
I also never realised they also happen in UK universities. But now I have my own story to tell and although it isn't as worse as some I have read I think you may enjoy it, surprisingly I did, and still am enjoying it. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I launch into the story. My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and I have just started on a Computing Degree.
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.
Kriss feels pretty bold that we will make the red lights. He dares me that I will owe him 100 bucks if we have to stop at the next intersections. He then ups his bet to me owing him a hot night. Hope I lose!
Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex. Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body.
Danny scrambled out of the shower before Jamal could get the soap out of his eyes and see that the skinny white boy had been inspecting his dark skinned body with a raging hard-on.
As Danny got dressed he worked out his plans to make his dreams become a reality. By the time Jamal finished showering Danny already had his clothes on. He struck up a conversation with the lean, muscular black boy as Jamal stood naked under his gaze, toweling himself off.
Danny got a close-up view of the black boy's biceps and forearms, his abs and his pecs, his thighs and his calves. He eyed the boy up and down -- thoroughly inspecting his merchandise and imagining what he could do with this boy, given half a chance.
When he found out what kind of video games Jamal liked, he invited the boy over to his house. Jamal had never seen a house as big and clean as Danny's was. He was amazed at all of Danny's electronic games.
Danny offered to let Jamal sleep over since Danny's parents were out of town. The black boy eagerly accepted. The two boys played video games late into the night. When Jamal was all tired out Danny suggested they rest on his bed and watch a few porn flicks before Jamal retired to the guest bed room.
Jamal thought that sounded like a good idea. Danny turned down the lights and the two horny teenagers watched men and women fucking on a widescreen high-definition TV. It didn't take long for the black boy's dick to stir to life again. His thick black cock made an embarrassing tent in his cotton briefs, clearly visible to Danny in the blue glow from the video screen in the darkened room.
Jamal's hard-on made the black boy extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to take care of his natural needs as a horny black teenager. He couldn't keep his hands off his crotch. Danny pretended not to notice.
When it was clear that the boy couldn't control himself any longer Danny reached over and grabbed the boy's big throbbing black cock through his briefs, "I can show you how to take care of this monster if you like. I bet you need a nice tight white pussy to fuck, don't you?"
Danny slowly ran his hand up and down Jamal's hard cock, massaging it -- making it even stiffer and larger. Jamal's overly excited member pulsated in the white boy's hand; all the young basketball player was able to do was nod his head in agreement and bite his lip.
Danny reached down inside of the black boy's briefs while sliding off his own shorts. He positioned the black boy's cock so it could easily penetrate Danny's tender white ass.
"Fuck me with that big black cock, Mandingo."
Jamal crawled on top of the skinny white boy, forgetting everything around him -- driven by the erotic fucking on the TV screen and dreaming of the cheerleader's booty waving in his horny black face Jamal thrust his nigger cock inside of the white boy's ass and began to hump away with reckless abandon.
Lost in the sounds of the heavy grunts, gasps and groans coming over the loudspeaker Jamal shoved his dark fuck meat deep inside of Danny's receptive ass. Danny sighed as Jamal plowed away, lost in the passion of the moment.
The dark skinned teenager pumped deeper and deeper inside the delicate white boy, filling him with black fuck meat. Danny cried out, "Oh yeah -- ravish me you black savage."
Jamal was disoriented with passion. He forgot where he was or what he was doing -- all he knew was that he needed to have his fill of this fresh white pussy.
Jamal grunted and groaned. The horny black boy plowed inside the white boy's ass. The dark teenager grasped the thin white boy's body, covering him with the funky smell of his black ghetto sweat, as he fucked the white boy's ass as if he was holding onto the cheerleader.
Danny cried out, "Oh yeah, shove that big nigger dick inside of me."
Jamal humped wildly -- angrily -- in Danny's ass, filling the boy's hole with his massive black cock. His thrusts drove young Danny wild. "Oh yeah -- fill my tight hole with your massive black sausage."
Danny felt faint. He was unsure whether or not it was because he was overwhelmed by the pungent sweaty sex smell of the lean, muscular black teenager.
"You know you always wanted to fuck a tight white pussy, boy -- fuck it. Fuck my tight white ass."
Danny's creamy smooth white ass cheeks were too much Jamal. He drooled on the back of the white boy's neck while he sank deeper and deeper inside of the white boy's body.
"Oh yeah -- fuck it, nigger -- fuck it."
Jamal grunted -- thoroughly enjoying the tight milky white pussy under his belly.
"Oh yeah -- fuck that tender pussy you hungry animal. Hump that pussy like you mean it."
Jamal wrapped his dark arms around the skinny white boy, holding him tight against his chest as his sex-driven black body worked like a jackhammer plowing Danny's hole. Jamal's thrusts became more and more intense -- his face was covered with sweat. He was having a vigorous workout.
"Rape my ass, boy. Give me your big, hard nigger cock."
Jamal's mouth hung open as he ravished the white boy's body. His thick dark lips hung loose; slobber dribbled out of the corners of his mouth as he took what he needed -- what the white boy was offering.
"Yeah, that's it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Make me feel that black meat inside me."
Jamal humped and humped -- working hard as he bumped and rubbed against the white boy's body.
"Yeah, fuck that ass you horny bastard. You know you can't live without this pussy meat, can you?"
Jamal's eyes rolled up in his head. He felt Danny's warm ass clinch tight on his thick black cock.
Jamal let out a loud moan, like a forlorn animal injured deep in the woods. His balls churned. He fired thick loads of teenage nigger jism into Danny.
Once he started firing his teenage fuck juices he couldn't stop. Wave after wave of thick jungle cock juice filled Danny's butt hole till it overflowed and spilled onto the bed sheets.
The powerful blasts of sticky warmth fired into Danny's ass drove the skinny white boy over the edge. He fired off blasts of his own into the bed sheets, mingling with the body juices of that of the horny young nigger who was lying on top of him.
Finally both boys exhaled and relaxed. Danny and Jamal lay breathless on the soiled bed. Danny's body was enveloped in the black boy's firm dark sex-crazed body.
Now, acting purely on jungle instinct, the black teenager's body made a few more passive humps in Danny's ass, emitting weaker spurts of ghetto juice inside the boy.
Both boys breathed heavily, their bodies intertwined in the sheets as they drifted off to sleep in a puddle of their cum juices.
i was sitting in the kitchen when i heard noises comming from my older brothers room. i went down the hall and listened at the door, sure enough he was banging something, sounded like squeaks and bangs. Thought he was fucking some girl, but boy was I mistaken!
I was young, strong, and cock-sure as all hell, but I didn't have a damn idea what I wanted to do with my life. My pops wasn't too hip on the idea of paying my way and furnishing a house, meals, and a car for the rest of my life, so he talked to a friend of his in the construction business and got me a job. Now if you've ever been to the southwest, you know how hot it can get in the summer.
Despite the cool air that filtered in through the air conditioning vents, the sliver-bearded, dapper, 56-year old executive was sweating profusely. He was not alone in his luxurious, first-class compartment. On the floor on his back was the Senior train guard, 43-year old Nuru, his white uniform pants pulled off over his crisp white socks and white uniform shoes.
I was 31 years old and had always lived a straight life. He was younger than me and about 6'2" tall and 165 to 175 pounds and was the cowboy type. I had the hots for him the first time I even saw him. He always joked about sex, saying things like "blow me" or "suck my dick". I pretend to not hear them, but deep down I wish that it will some day come true.
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.
Sure enough, the parking lot was empty and I got right to work. I only took a couple of short breaks and was feeling very sore by mid-afternoon. I decided that I had earned a break and went to the men's room to use the shower facilities. I was had just finished shampooing my hair when I saw someone enter the dressing area.
The students and faculty are gone for vacation and only half of the staff works during the summer. The college dorms are used for visiting groups and high-school camps of various kinds. I went to the library basement rest room to take a piss, not expecting to see anyone there. I'd love to suck on it.
There was an area on nearby Lake Travis that was known for nudity. I'd even gone there once with my wife and enjoyed the nudity. There is something about being naked in public that I enjoy a lot. It is still there and I believe you can still go nude but now its a county park called Hippie Hollow Park. I'd heard that there was a gay section of the park. Those boulders were covered with naked men.
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....
Most times he just had a stressful day at work and the later evening hours, 7-8, was when the gym was quiet. Usually just a few other men and women there. One night he got there about 6:45 and got on the treadmill for a good run. He noticed another guy there, a guy he hadn't seen before. The other man, his name was Constantine Kephalas, was about the exact physical opposite of Jason.
For starters, there were a lot more students - almost double that of his old school. However, Steve didn't have much trouble finding new friends. He was a very outgoing guy who enjoyed playing sports and had a cheerful personality. He was the star player on his old school's soccer team and had already made the team at Pulman, trying out as a midfielder. He was wrong. Steve was relieved.
I did end up playing for a minor league team last spring and have been having the time of my life, both on and off the field. Once you've heard my story, you'll see what I mean. Shortly after arriving at spring training, I found myself befriended by two of the older players. We hit the showers.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
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.
He had found an old journal that had belonged to an ancestor. The name one the outside of the tattered journal was Oliver Jefferson IV. It didn't take long for Hank to sit down and begin reading the diary-- "My name is Oliver Jefferson, the fourth. I write this diary for no one other than myself. I am 69 years old, set to turn 70 in just a few days.
My new car, a leftover 2005 Jaguar XJ Super V8. I got it for a 'steal', at $90,330. 00. I told the Jaguar agent that I wouldn't be needing child locks, since I'd never be carrying a child in the car, so he deducted $10 and threw in his cousin's guitar CD. Hey, nothing wrong with some lite classical guitar music, while cruising the countryside. I entered Rt.
He guessed that he had less than an hour left to get in and get his friend out. He sat on a ledge on the outside of the orphanage. As he looked at the sun setting over the deep blue lake, he listened to the voices drifting out through the window. The voice made Alex shiver. Thomlin replied, "you won't get away with it. Someone is going to stop you."
Besides, he's already gotten his, cumming inside of me while making those crazy whimpers. We're on the job site see, outdoor work in mid-July and the air is fire hot every single blessed day. My divorce went through a decade ago & I've never been attracted to guys. But this boy, he must be 20, is just utterly beautiful. All day long, watching him without his shirt and in those shorts.
There was something of a family crisis so it was decided I'd visit the farm during the long summer holidays. The slow train pulled into the small rural town of Marton and stopped at the tiny railway station. I collected my suitcase from the Guard's van and looked around me. The platform was empty. I sat down on my suitcase and waited in the bright sunshine.
Kriss feels pretty bold that we will make the red lights. He dares me that I will owe him 100 bucks if we have to stop at the next intersections. He then ups his bet to me owing him a hot night. Hope I lose!
Fredro watched Sticky suck another tight breath of weed, blowing out a lazy breath. The smoke drifted, adding to the heavy stink of the cramped lounge. It was dim, lit only by the glow of the tv, the low light of a short lamp. The dimness, the heavy smell, and closeness of the lounge was comfortable. We started playing a game of Truth or Dare.
Thank you for messaging me in the DomBlk4SubWhtM4M chat room. It was an honor to talk to you. The picture you sent me was amazing. You are incredibly handsome and very masculine. Your muscled body and huge hard cock have me very excited. I hope the zip file of pictures I have attached is satisfactory. I included one of my dick, one of me bent over spreading my cheeks with my hole exposed.
Marty is one of those computer geek guys. He's good looking, sandy brown hair, green eyes and a mustache. I know that he's been cruised by girls and guys alike, but he's just been oblivious to it. He never had sex with a girlfriend or boyfriend for that matter. That was kind of scary.
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.
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