Christmas vacation had been lame thus far. I'd spent most of my time sitting around the house with very little to do aside from watching television and wacking-off. As Christmas day was still a week off, my parents were still working regular hours, leaving the house at 7:00 am and not returning until 6:00 pm. I pretty well had the entire house to myself that week.
After waking at 10 am on Tuesday morning, I hopped in the shower to clean up. Just as I was stepping out of the shower I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. Throwing a bath towel around my waist I ran down the stairs fearing that the person might have been ringing while I was still in the shower. Opening the door I saw this burly guy in full blue coveralls, with work boots and heavy utility gloves.
"I'm from Bell telephone. I'm here to put in the second line."
Shit, I thought to myself as I peered out from behind the door, concealing the fact that I was dressed solely in a towel. I didn't know that my folks were having a second line put in.
"Come on in. You'll have to excuse my appearance . . . I just hopped out of the shower."
Although he looked a little uncomfortable, he responded, "No worries. Where's the second line going?"
Knowing that Dad had plans to get a fax machine for the house, I assumed they wanted the second line for the den. "Just up here," I said as I led him up to the office. I'm sure he must have felt even more uncomfortable at this point. In front of him on the stairs was a near naked, 21 year old guy, 6'and 170 lbs,in great form from both weight lifting and competitive swimming.
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.
"Live and let live" was definitely the motto in the formerly elegant, now run-down neighborhood. He planned on enjoying the few weeks before his job began at the aircraft plant. He looked forward, too, to working alongside all those men. Jerry met Casey late one might when he was moving in. I'm moving in.
I stopped in at a local adult bookstore. I have always been into guys but never went very far. That all changed tonight. I walked back to the booths and picked an open on, I placed the money in and sat back to enjoy some hot porn. When the door opened to the both next door.
A man of the theater as they spell it in British. He made a couple of movies, but his real work is in the theatuh, as those Brits say. Sir Algernon Makepiece. We've never seen his roar in King Lear, never seen him sob in Hamlet, hiss while he strangles the piteous Desdemona; but most of us know him from the Pringles commercial. Simon says its a wonderful idea, and we all agree.
I have not had a shower for three days. I had developed a strong manly order from the work and exertion of the last few days. I was looking forward to getting back to the truck, get back to town, cleaned up and go cursing town for a man. I am still about a mile from the parking area, when I hear footsteps on the trail ahead of me. I spot through the trees a single man.
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...
I met him through one of my internet buddies named Dave. Dave and I had only seen each other offline twice, but each time he kept asking me if I had ever talked with a guy under a particular screen name. Each time, I responded No. One day, I ran into Dave at the gas station and he took me over to his car. There sitting in the passenger seat was Jeff.
I had just purchased a fun Yamaha motorcycle and loved riding it around the city and in the mountains just outside of town. As you can imagine, I was motivated to cruise around not only to get kicks out of my new bike and to check out the scenery, but also as a vehicle to get me more cock. On this particular day, it was early evening, early autumn and the weather was great. He smiled again.
My best friend Charlie (a girl) and I were planning on going out for a night on the town, stopping at a few of our favorite bars along the way. We donned our warmest coats, gloves, scarves and hats (very carefully to avoid mussing our hair) and left, locking the door behind us.
I've always attracted people who wanted my cock. This kid had been following me around like a love-sick puppy ever since he got an eyeful in the showers. When only he could see, I soaped up my crotch and pulled my cock a bit till it was not yet fully stiff but arching away from my body and about nine inches in length.
He was a half-Chinese kid, four years younger than me, who lived nearby. The last time I'd seen him he was a cute 13 year-old desperately trying to be big. He would brandish knives or start playing with packets of cigarettes. I'd always been attracted to him. I'd see him outside on his bike. To Scotland.
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.
"Its just in here." I led him into the den and pointed out where the phone jack should probably be located. Leaving him to his work, I went to my room to throw on some clothes. As I was about to drop the towel, horny thoughts flooded my mind. It would be a couple of weeks before I would be in a situation to get laid (back at college). Maybe I should take a second look at this guy. Re-fastening the towel, I walked back over to the entrance to the den. By now he was down on all fours with his head buried beneath the desk. Looking at his body I figured he had to be about 210 lbs, on a 6'2 frame. While he wasn't exactly muscle bound, he seemed to be relatively well developed. Though it was difficult to determine his exact shape beneath the coveralls. His position allowed me a good look at his big butt. It was very round and full, slightly larger than the average bubble butt. Just the way I liked them.
As my hornyness further reduced my inhibitions, I walked into to the room and approached his side. "So what is it you have to do?" I asked as I stared down at his back.
Startled by my presence, he turned to look. "I've got to run a line through the adjacent bedroom into this room to connect the new incoming line to."
Sure whatever, I thought to myself. Like a really gave a fuck what the hell he had to do with the telephone line. "So where does the jack go in this room?"
"Uh . . just down here." He pointed under the desk to where he had been working.
Faining an active interest I got down on all fours and stuck my head under the desk. He withdrew his head from beneath the desk as I looked for the new jack. Hoping that I had caught him with my purile little plot, I repositioned so as to loosen my towel against the underside of the desk. To my surprise (or maybe not) my towel fell clear from my body. Kneeling behind me he had full vision of my bare ass not to mention my growing dick and balls hanging between my thighs. "Oh man" was all I heard before I felt a hand on my butt. The next thing I knew there was a bearded face buried beneath my hairless butt cheeks and a tongue flirting with my hole. As his large hands spread my cheeks apart, his tongue lapped up and down my crack. Man it felt good. So good that I had to have a try. With that, I pulled out from under the desk and stood up. Standing beside me I reached into his partially openned coveralls a pulled them off his shoulders. After the top had dropped around his waist I lifted his t-shirt from his body. His chest was really furry and well formed. His pecs, though not hard, were well defined as were his shoulders and arms. Without further adieu, I bent to take his little hard nipples into my mouth. Moving back and forth, I toyed with his nipples using my teeth and tongue. Meanwhile, my hands were massaging his soft butt, kneading the fleshy globes. Unable to control myself, I reached down and unbuckled his belt, letting his coveralls fall to his feet. An 8 inch boner sprung from his boxers, striking me in the chest. As I knelt before him, he stepped out of the coveralls, leaving his work boots on.
Hardly uncomfortable now, he grabbed the back of my head and impaled my face on his engorged dick. While it wasn't the longest dick I've ever sucked on, it was without question the thickest. I nearly gagged on its width as he slammed it in and out of my mouth. Closing my wet lips around it, I swallowed his hard tool again and again. My tongue lapped at the underside of his swollen rod as he pounded my face relentlessly.
"Mmmmmm, man, eat my dick. Yeah, thats it, take me down your throat."
Fearing that he would reach climax too quickly, I pulled my mouth off of his cock. "Your not going to cum until I get a piece of your juicy ass," I said as I turned him around. What a sight it was. This burly guy standing naked before me, save his workboots and wool socks. His big butt was slightly furry on the cheeks, yet hairless in the crack and crotch. Kneeling again, I reached around, grabbing his thighs and pulled him back to my awaiting mouth. Nestling my face in his crotch, I licked and sucked between his legs. Placing a hand on either cheek, I pulled them apart to expose his moist crack. Gently lapping my wet tongue against his butt, I worked my way up and down his crack. When I finally reached my target, I didn't hesitate. Thrusting my tongue up his hole, I heard him groan in pleasure. "Oh baby, thats it. Eat my ass, man. Shove your tongue up my ass." After a few minutes of tongue fucking this guy, I stood up and proceeded to sit on the edge of the desk.
"Suck my cock you faggot," I demanded. Without haste, he knelt before me and spread my legs with his strong hands. Beginning with my balls, he traced his tongue along the underside of my rock hard boner. When he reached the head, he gently licked around it, driving me wild. Then in one swift movement, he swallowed the entire length of my 7.5 inch dick. As he bobbed up and down on my rod, I felt my climax nearing. Not wanting to be alone in my orgasm, I suggested that we 69. As I lay back on the length of the desk, he positioned himself over me with his hard cock pointing directly at my mouth. Placing my hands on his lower back, I raised my mouth to his hardened tool. Simealtaneously, he lowered his hot and wet mouth onto my upright pole. In an almost rythmic motion, he pumped by dick as I swallowed his. Before long his movements became more disjointed and abrupt. Sensing that he was nearing climax, I thrust my pelvis upwards, forcing my cock down his throat. Just as I felt myself release, warm globs of his cum splashed against the back of my throat. His load seemed to be endless, eventually spilling out of my mouth onto my face. Meanwhile, he swallowed my exploding fuck juice, licking my cock clean.
Checking my watch, I was pleased to see that my parents weren't due to arrive home for another 5 hours. Jerry, the telephone guy, called in sick for the afternoon. We spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking each other to our hearts content.
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Pulled over by the hick sheriff with a happy ending. The huge 6 foot 4 and 240 lbs cop wears his beige uniform and asks me if I like what I see. He caught me eying him up. I say that I do and my cock is throbbing.
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.
Needless to say it sounds like a plan to me. So I whisper back "Yeah aight, but only if I get to suck on yours for a while too. " So we get up and leave. The bathroom is right down the hall so I shove him in there and we take the handicap stall on the end. Nobody is in there - it's the middle of the day and the whole theater is dead really - so it looks like we're good to go.
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.
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.
But I was so horny and didn't know where to satisfy my craving for cock. Even if it meant just a look at a piece of man-meat, hard and stroking. I was visiting friends and remembered visiting a hot cruising area right near a police barracks of all places. It was a great place to meet guys anytime of the year. So I headed there hoping to find someone to play with and get my rocks off.
Scott was a slutty top guy. One day they met online and quickly decided they should meet up and fuck. They decided to be sluts together and have sex with each other all the time. David was 25 and the perfect bottom boy. Hot bubble butt, sexy dimples, short and cute with a great smile and an amazing mouth with BJ lips. A guy everyone wanted to fuck and most did. Scott was tall and handsome.
I was not having a good day, and the fact that this dump truly stunk was not making it any better. Added to that was that the bad neighborhood compelled me to park my new car in a pay lot, I was running late to meet my friend's bus, and I was busting to take a crap. Walking to the arrival schedule, I saw Dave's bus was going to be about a half hour late. "Great," I thought, open crapping.
We had just left a club called the Cubbyhole and I was in a bad mood. We spent the night going from club to club and in that time I only found one fuckable guy. Yeah he was hot and of course I got his digits but come on, one guy in the span of five hours is pathetic. I can do better. I mean just look at me. Not to mention a 9" cock and the mutant power to make you cum with less than a thought.
Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess.
Horny as hell in the Frat House. Usually I find a frat brothers underwear to smell while I jack off. Little did I know that there were others that felt the same way as me. When I catch one of them I convince him that maybe we should go further and do other things together. I would love to suck cock!
Kent held back until I caught up with him. We held back from the rest of the team until they got a suitable distance ahead of us. "Are you interested in something a little crazy?" I asked. Kent grinned. "Of course. After your last crazy idea, I can't wait. Give me details. Kent's eyes grew wide.
Was studying in the library when Mark decided to sit down next to me. We end up studying together for hours and then he suggest we head over to his place. Some problem with the heating causes his place to be scorching hot. He immediately strips down to just his Champion shorts, popping off his sweatshirt, tee, shoes, and socks. I look at his body.
I've always attracted people who wanted my cock. This kid had been following me around like a love-sick puppy ever since he got an eyeful in the showers. When only he could see, I soaped up my crotch and pulled my cock a bit till it was not yet fully stiff but arching away from my body and about nine inches in length.
I'm not meaning that he's very good explaining the subjects but that he's a very good shape. Well, he explains OK too. I loved him since the first day I looked at him entering in class. He's very young, only 4 years older than me or so. As, I'm sure, you have guessed yet, I'm a gay boy.
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