David was a slutty bottom boy. 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. A real jock who had played sports in high school and college. He was never closeted, but no one ever thought he was gay either. A real stud; a God in fact. He could have any hole he wanted and he got pretty much anything and anyone to bend over forwards and backwards for him.
So, both of these guys had had a great deal of sex before meeting each other. They were pros. David knew how to deep throat any cock without gagging and Scott was proud of the fact that he could power-fuck for hours and cum repeatedly. He had complete control over his body and everyone else who came near him.
Scott and David chatted online for two minutes before exchanging addresses. Their profiles and pics were so concise and explicit. There really wasn't much need for discussion. Scott gave David the address and told him to come right over.
The first thing Scott said to David when they met was, "you looking to just service me until I decide to fuck your face good, deep and hard...until I shoot down your throat or did you have something else in mind." There was a flirty nature in his voice. Something that a cocky guy with a eight inch cock always seemed to have.
David knew Scott was someone special immediately. "That sounds pretty hot to me." David got on his hands and knees right then and there.
Scott then said "you'll fucking worship it" pulling his cock out of his Umbros.
I'm 5'10 and 155 with brown hair and blue eyes. People think that I am in my mid 30s, which is a great compliment to me. I work really hard at being fit. Now Greg is 22, 5'8 145lbs. , brown hair and brown eyes. He's bisexual and inexperienced. We have never met. We only communicate by email and through the Ims. Greg lives across the state from me. We have talked online for about 2 months now.
The office made me nervous, it was completely in white. I had come here because my friends had recommended this place as having the best masseus ever, well that and the fact that the guy was suppose to be this major hottie. I told the hot receptionist that I had an appointment for a full body massage.
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.
The huge man had come out of nowhere, bashed his head with a stick, and had run off with Adam's backpack. He stood and swayed for a minute before cursing, wildly and deeply. And then he called the police. The police sergeant took the report and said they may get a result, they may not. In the meantime, Adam was reminded that walking on a dark street alone was a stupid thing to do.
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.
It had never extended to anything physical before, almost as if we weren't ready for anything like that, but now, resting on the deep piled carpet in front of a roaring log fire, in David's luxury apartment, something more was happening and we were both entering into a new and exiting phase of our relationship. "Never, in fact I have never had anything with another guy," I replied.
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
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.
I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men's cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have "cheated" and had sex with men.
He picked me up hitchhiking, and I knew from the moment that I slid onto the seat why he had picked me up. I was returning from visiting my girlfriend at college. He was cruising for boys. I knew because of his eyes. They were wide open, as if they saw everything about me, but behind them there was only lust and begging. As soon as I he looked at me, I knew that I would let him.
It turned out that I was fitting doors with a guy named Tony, well at least I would be working inside, that fact and the sight that greeted me when I arrived on the third floor where I was to work really brightened my mood up.
At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described. He glanced around. He must have changed his mind and headed for the door. My heart sank. But then, he stopped about halfway and turned again in my direction. He looked as if he were debating whether to come over. Finally, he headed in my direction.
He looked up at Scott with his big brown eyes and pleadingly asked "when did u last get swallowed?"
"Like a week ago...so fucking hard right now that I am going to pop." And it was true. Scott's cock was bursting with pride and confidence. There was a delicious string of precum pouring out at a rapid pace already.
David could tell Scott would shoot a big yummy load, so he said "I bet you shoot a big yummy load. I hope you feed it to me Scott. Think about shooting down my slutty throat...think about me eating your cum...me licking your big HOT COCK...u fucking my face real deep and hard - me on my knees begging for your load me deepthroating your beautiful cock and worshipping u begging for your cum down my pussyboy throat."
Scott was giggling. "You are putting on a real nice show boy. You wanna shut up and take care of my cock now." David looked up at Scott with an adorable grin. Scott smiled back and mockingly added, "please" as if he would have to "ask" someone to suck his piece.
David opened his mouth and was about to start sucking when he made one last statement. "You gonna shoot that big load down my throat and keep your cock down there till I eat all your delicious cum PLEASE.
Scott grabbed David's head with both hands and placed it on his bulging cock. David murmered his approval. Scott had probably had thousands of guys suck his cock before but there was something different about the way David's mouth just absorbed his whole cock. It was like the greatest boypussy hole ever. Such a tight wet delicious fit, and neither of them really moved for a bit. They got comfortable with Scott's eight incher comfortably lodged in the back of David's throat.
It might have looked boring to the casual observer cause there wasn't all that much movement. There would have to be a camera on the inside of David's mouth to fully understand what was going on. David was working his throat muscles and his tongue to the enth degree. He was a master cocksucker and even with the amazing head Scott had had before, this was something real special. They had made some kind of bond.
David gave this kind of oral service to everyone who deserved it and quite a few others too. He tended to be a little on the slutty side. Even so, the combination of Scott's cocky attitude, gorgeousness and sweet smile made him very pleased. They both knew something special was going on.
David continued working Scott's cock. He allowed his throat to tighten its grip even further on the big cock. Scott made some small subtle movements probing even deeper into the boys throat. This made David giggle. At this point the cock was so deep down his throat he could barely breath. Scott and David made eye contact and something really weird happened next.
Scott took his cock out of David's mouth, got down on his hands and knees so he was eye level with David and continued to look into each other's eyes. Its hard to tell why people fall in love with one another. These are mysteries that cannot be explained, but at that moment there was a bold, beautiful connection between these two men and something special was about to happen. David was made a move towards Scott followed suit. Their lips were a breath apart. They both giggled a little. David smiled. Scott placed his lips on David's mouth. Their first kiss was warm and sweet. Just a touch on the lips. A simple peck. Enough to know they had to continue.
David and Scott kissed again. This time their mouths opened and they probed into each other's beautiful mouths. Scott licked David's mouth and David tongued Scott's tongue. They continued kissing until they both collapsed onto the floor in a flurry of wild abandon and passion.
David and Scott continued making out for the rest of the night. They had made a beautiful wonderful connection. The top and the bottom together, pleasing each other in wonderful exciting ways. Eventually the blow job was continued and much much more. They had an amazing night which was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
This kid that I refer to as the bibleboy. He always carried a bible around until we met. First time we met my cock as almost exploding out of my work overalls. I noticed him glancing at it. He noticed how big it was and I was sure I would fuck him so hard.
They get twice as much work as they pay us for now, and the whole point of a per diem expense allowance is to keep the book-keeping smile, Ken declared, verbally twisting my arm. He had a point. Hurst, however, was an entirely different matter. We'd both heard that before.
A Gay Bath where everything is pretty much WIDE OPEN. I got the address from a friend on a BBS and he told me where to find the Business. I drove to Dallas and found the location pretty easy. It looks like a warehouse but 4 stories high. I thought to myself as I parked my car. Are Cocks sucked in this building? I walked in and noticed a window right before a door.
I was goalie and well lets say most hockey players are sexy. Like always some of us shower after games and practices. "By the way im Mark 18 years old and im one of them punk kids you stay away from in school. SO as you can imagine im not loved by all. But i am cute. Standing five foot nine and two hundred ten pounds of goalie muscle. The rest is for you to imagine. (or so i thought).
Jerry and I trade glances as the coach puts us through a thorough exercise program. Finally we head to the showers together and I know I will get to see him nude.
I just graduated college this summer and while sitting by the pool drinking beer I bump into this guy. It turns out he works at the company where I start in the fall. We go over to my place, watch some porn...
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
I am a second year physics student at McGill University, I'm 23, 6'2" brown hair and eyes. I had been working out at the university's gym all winter so I developed a great hard body. I took a nice long shower. I like taking bicycle rides. I was enjoying belle Montreal and the weather was so nice.
I'm moving into my college dorm for my freshman year. I'm not a bit sad about leaving home. I got to me room and set the box in the corner. It looks like my roommate hasn't moved in yet. As I went back down for the next load, I looked into my neighbor's room, as his door was open. He was in there discussing room arrangements with his parents, so I didn't interrupt to introduce myself.
I dress you in a pair of jeans, your black boots, black underwear and white shirt. I wear something similar. Upon arrival, we strip and put our clothes in the locker. The club, as it turns out, is nothing more than a converted house. It is warm and slightly humid inside.
I'd gotten an assignment from my editor on the school paper to do a story on the teen Runaways seeking fame and fortune in Hollywood. While I was hanging out at Oki-Dog, I ran into Scotty. He was a cute young kid who claimed 18, but looked much younger. I bought him dinner. I even believed some of it.
It seems that I always enjoyed the thrill of being by myself and being very free to do whatever I wanted to. This especially applied to the dangerous and exciting world of live rock and roll. I was especially looking forward to the concert tonight. They both were over six feet tall and had short hair.
I was almost independently wealthy. So, I bought a big house, more like a small estate. I lived alone--not having come to terms with my sexuality yet. So, I just took care of my own needs. My new place had a huge lawn, over three acres. Turns out this hot college guy is interested in helping me take care of things.
Hey, it's mostly my fault I guess. At work they call me the Nerd. When I am out of the office on the road for my Company, I'm called THE GEEK, The Computer Geek. I guess if they knew I was gay, they would be calling me other things too. I don't really think I'm bad looking. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 160. I got a 7 inch uncut cock. Dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
When I lost my job, I started hanging out in the park in the mornings. I was sitting on a bench when a scruffy looking guy in a tank top and shorts came over and sat on the other side of the bench. He had long brown hair, an unkempt beard, and looked to be about 20. He stretched his legs out and put his arms behind his head, giving me a great view of his very hairy armpits.
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