He was tall, dark and handsome. He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. However his most striking feature was his big and thick dick. His name was Abdullah and he was a poor Indian construction laborer, who sweated all day in the hot sun to earn just enough to cover his own bare necessities.
At 22 years old, Abdullah had already had sex with lots of men. Fellow construction workers, truck drivers and other horny young men were always available for a good fuck. For Abdullah was so good looking that men and women would flirt with him without an ounce of shame, and it was always other fit young male suitors that would get Abdullah's package up their asses.
One particularly hot day Abdullah was working carrying heavy bags of cements to his site. He was wearing no shirt and his muscles were on full display. Suddenly a voice called.
Abdullah looked. There stood a young man around his age standing next to a stylish sports car. He was sexy, same height as Abdullah and short army-cut hair. And he was wearing sun-glasses and a suit. That must be the bosses son, Abdullah thought. His boss had informed him that he would be sending his son who had just completed university from abroad to come and inspect work on the site. He immediately threw the sack on the floor and went over to the man.
I was always fascinated by young guys (18-21) with big cocks. Being always horny about this guys, I was searching the net for pics and videos with that content. However, when you are horny, you never have enough so I planned to create my own site with such content. The most difficult part was to find the models, since I could not pay them.
As I went inside the building the attendant said for me to strip naked in the locker-rooms. I went into the locker-rooms and stripped naked and put my clothes in the locker. The only thing insight was a towel on a hook outside of the sauna rooms and seeing everybody was men I just shrugged my shoulders. What I didn't know was this was a bathhouse for gay men.
"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.
High cheek bones, large long faced, long flat sided nose, black straight hair, huge eyes. He was all native. Native natural beauty. He ignored me in the hall but left his booth door open as I walked down the hall and silently welcomed me as I walked in his booth. He was so macho, I was surprised he allowed me in there. He was so traditionally straight looking and acting it was a shock to me.
The exterminator came and tented my house and said I had to go somewhere for three days. He said I should go with just the clothes I was wearing, so I went to my neighbor and told him to keep his cat away because the gas would kill his cat. He asked where I was going to stay and I said I was going to a motel nearby. He suggested I stay with him. I thanked him but I didn't even really know him.
That got me an introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body. Of course, I didn't do it. What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body.
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.
It was like 1979, I was in college, and I worked out at the YMCA. No huge muscle guy, but I was in good shape. 6', 175#, longish light brown hair, high forehead, sensitive face, lightly hairy chest, 6" cut and smooth round buttocks. I got to know some of the guys in the weight room, including a couple "older" guys.
Soon Abdullah and Raj were touring the site as the former showed him the details of each element of the work and introduced him to some of the workers. He noticed that Raj did not seem to ask too many questions and kept staring at Abdullah. He began to feel his dick turn hard. He had a sixth sense when it came to sex and this one seemed a sure fire. Screwing the boss's son would be a real jackpot. Plus he was super hot. So he decided to try his luck.
"Hey I noticed that you did not have a chauffeur with you, you must be exhausted. Do you want me to drive you to your office, since its so hot and.", without finishing the sentence, he winked. Raj seemed to be taken aback and was quite for a few seconds. Then he smiled and said "sure."
So Abdullah hopped into the drivers seat and off both zoomed. Not one to play around, as soon as they left the parking lot Abdullah patted Raj on the thighs and said "Where to sahib? Your place or a hotel or just a quickie in the car?"
Expecting Raj to go for the hotel option, he was surprised when he said. "How about neither of those and we go to your place," Raj said. "You live alone." He did live alone. In a tiny room with a single small window where on a dusty mat he slept on the floor everyday. And it was there that Abdullah first gave Raj a naked massage. As soon as both had entered the room they had stripped without a word. Both had massive hard dicks on full display.
Raj lay on his front against the mat which was difficult due to the hardness of his cock. Abdullah started with Raj's smooth butt cheeks. They were soft and he squeezed them both gently then tightly. "You have a beautiful ass young master." As he oiled up the ass he gently sat on Raj's ass as one would ride a horse. Only Raj lay horizontal so Abdullah had to bend his knees in a kneeling position. The sensation of his bare ass on Raj's was electric. He proceed to massage the rest of Raj's body including his shoulders and upper back.
At the same time Abdullah started to rub his thick dick against Raj's ass cheeks and hole. A rhythm was starting to develop and suddenly Abdullah whispered. "Get ready for a good fucking sahib," and gave Raj a gentle slap on his right ass cheek. Then he slowly penetrated the tight hole that awaited him. It was tight, very tight.
"Fuck me into submission Abdullah" urged Raj.
Abdullah smirked and gave Raj a tighter slap. If only the boss knew! "Yes Raj, you want me to be the sahib?"
"Yes! Fuck yes. Fuck me Abdullah sahib. Fuck me hard. I will do what ever you want. Just give me a good fucking."
Once his dick was completely inside, Abdullah began to give Raj a good fucking. The two naked sweaty young men humped and pumped all there energies into the fuck. When Abdullah finally came he made sure that no drop escaped from Raj's ass. As he came so did Raj on the mat.
Abdullah then turned Raj around and kissed him. A long passionate kiss.
"You said you would do anything I want?" asked Abdullah, with a serious face.
"Anything. Name it." Raj replied with a look of complete sincerity.
"Give me your heart then -- I want to be you lover."
They kissed again and fell asleep in each others arms as sweat still poured down their naked bodies.
His head was pounding, his arms and legs were sore and the wounds from fighting with Aranoble's guard still echoed over his chest, back and neck. It hadn't been a good night. Groaning, the young man sat up and rubbed his long expanse of soft, brown hair out of his eyes.
I had just returned from military basic training and married my first wife. I got a part-time job chauffeuring a businessman around who had lost his drivers license. Since his business was selling freezer plans to consumers, most of his appointments were at night.
They had served a four year stint and were awaiting their discharges. Randy's home was in the mountains of southeastern Kentucky, but while in the service he rented an apartment just off base with Mike, a shipmate from Ohio. Randy and Mike had known each other a couple of years since the time they'd spent together in Naval Air Training School.
He wasn't a great student academically, but he was definitely a natural athlete, and he could do stuff easily, the kind of stuff that's hard to explain or hard to tell someone how to do. For instance, he could do all the usual stuff that's hard for some people, and he could do it naturally, without thinking. He could whistle, including whistling through his teeth. But I envied him anyway.
Working in close quarters and late hours can be a good way to find out about a person. For him work was the only place to meet guys. His latest frequent sexual companion was a man named Hank Jefferson. They had been friends first and then lovers. They fucked often, but neither one wanted a commitment.
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
Everyone was hyped on the bus ride back to the school. When we arrived, and went past the cheerleaders as we stepped off the bus, we walked into the already smelly locker room. As we took off our pads, I looked around at all the other guys stripping down and walking into the showers, soaking in the moment, for it will be the last time until next season. 5" soft.
When I say most people, i mean that maybe there were only 6 people left on my floor, and possibly the entire building, that had either no where to go or just didn't want to go back to visit their parental units. What the hell was i going to do for three weeks. My friends were gone, TV pretty much sucked, the internet was only going so far and i haven't been able to relieve myself in weeks.
I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain. Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office.
He was working in one of the clothes stores I went into. A place I usually went to to buy my designer lables. I hadn't seen him there before, but I took a good long look at him. He was about my height, 6', maybe a little taller, with short black hair, and the deepest green eyes I had ever seen. He was thin, but not too thin, just right.
At 6'4 and 23, this tall youthful blond guy is already a major hunk, but what you really notice are his bright eyes* and amazing smile. Adam always has a great positive attitude, very "up", but not to the point of being bubbly or silly. Until this incident, I have never seen Adam with a hair out of place.
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