Have you noticed how pleasant things can happen when you least expect them? Such a thing happened last summer. I had finished my exams after my second year at college the day before, and felt well pleased with myself. I decided to spend what little money I had left on a trip to the nearest beach, mainly just to watch some of the cute ass out there. This meant getting the train since I had no car and the bus service didn't go near enough.
OK I'm no Arnie when it comes to biceps and all that, in fact I'm rather skinny. My friends mothers always are saying things like "you could do with a good dinner in you". So there I was a slightly disheveled figure waiting for a train. As I sat on the rather hard bench waiting for the next train a boy came up and sat next to me, he was of legal age, but looked about 15 or 16 and equally disheveled.
"Got any money?" he said. He looked a little startled when I burst out laughing.
True story from my experiences in a gay sauna. After undressing and wrapping a towel around my waist, I went downstairs for some hardcore cruising. This late 20s well-built black guy catches my eye. I want him, lets see if I can get him to fuck me.
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.
He was always a studious, bookish lad given to long-winded speeches about rather esoteric matters. He was shy and reserved, but I found that rather attractive. As might be expected with any conversation with Brad, we spent about 3 hours talking. "Yes," I said, "You are very cute. I looked at his firm butt and flat stomach....
He had played the game since he was 6 years old. Now a junior in college, he was the best pitcher on his college baseball team. He was a very good looking guy by now. He stood 6 ft 3 inches tall and was about 210 pounds of solid muscle. He had a nice firm chest, and washboard abs. Baseball and school.
It was the best feeling in the world. I was 18 years old. We had a satellite dish then so I knew what to do from my many hours of watching porn on it. Well I was in the bath tub remembering the movie I just watched, and I got a boner. Well I just started to do what they did on TV. I slowly started to rub my cock, then I started to go faster, it felt good but nothing came out.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
First let me describe myself. I am 5 11 155 lbs 18 years old runners build and a 7 cut cock. My parents took me first to France to see Paris. So hear I am on a subway train riding it through Paris with this nicer looking adult male behind me who has been checking me out the whole ride and moving closer and closer to me. he than pulls my shorts down just enough to access my crack and my hot hole.
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 could fuck him so hard.
The trip wasn't too bad most Saturdays I'd get up early and drive out there, park as close as I could to the main building, go in, change, and then head out to the beach for a day of sun and fun. The sun was easy with the heat wave, the fun usually presented itself near Field 6, so everything was cool. When I finished showering, I went off to the side to change, over by the lockers.
Over breakfast of coffee and doughnuts I found out that he was in fact nearly 18, unemployed, his name was Ricky and he was broke. I told him that we were eating my trip to the beach, which made him smile at last.
"What do you do all day" I asked.
"Nothing much" he replied, "watch TV or the VCR".
"You have a VCR?" I said, somewhat suprised.
"Yeah, it was my neighbours, but he bought a new one and gave me his crap machine, tell ya what why not come over and watch some?"
Since the trip to the beach was out I agreed. We ended up in his tiny two room apartment, it was hot, smelly and in need of some decoration. One room was presumabely used for eating etc. The other was a bedroom/reception whatever. It had one armchair, a tatty matress and some pillows strewn about. In front of the chair was a small TV with the VCR on the floor next to it. The tapes lying next to it were not movie tapes. There was about five of them and they all had little labels on them that I couldn't read from the distance I was at. "Siddown" he said, gesturing towards the chair. He took off his jacket and went over to the TV. I took off the open shirt I had on. I was glad I just had the T shirt and pants on since it was very sticky in that room. "OK see what you think" he said.
I must admit I felt a little annoyed not being asked what I would like to watch. But this quickly evaporated when then tape started. It showed two young men kissing each other, and then stripping and then taking turns sucking each others cocks. As I sat there my cock responded to the images causing a visible mound to appear in my jeans. Ricky was sitting on a couple of pillows in front of the chair, resting an arm on the chair he leaned over and said "what do you think".
I was still in shock to be honest and glued to the set just opened my mouth and said nothing. While I watched the young men on the screen starting to buttfuck each other Ricky stood up and took his clothes off. I barely noticed, still glued to the hot fucking on screen. Ricky standing in front of me with a semi-hardened cock said "Come on, its more comfortable with nothing on". He pulled me up and almost mechanically I took off my T shirt while he took my jeans off. As I felt the pants fall down I realised my rock hard cock was out in the open. "You enjoy this sort of thing then?" Ricky said.
I nearly screamed when after stepping out of my pants he licked my cock. He pushed aside the chair and lay on the matress. By now the boys on the TV were spunking over each other. "Put on the next tape" he said. So trembling and with a shaft a mile long I put the next tape on and went and laid next to him on the matress. Once more on the screen there were two young men giving blow jobs to each other. "I need a fuck, what about you" said Ricky. His hand gently pumped on my cock. I started on his and moving around started doing what they were doing on the screen, grasping his hard cock I licked the tip first tasting some salty precum. Ricky jumped up to his knees and grabbed the back of my head. As I crouched I could jack myself, and blow Ricky and moving my head slightly watch the TV.
Ricky moaned as my mouth slid down his cock. All the time my tongue pressed his hard gristle against the roof of my mouth. Further and further I slid down, while he started thrusting his mancock into my mouth. He settled into a rhythm. "Jesus, I'm gonna spurt hot sponk down your throat" he said. And with a final thrust his cock delivered the promised load. With my hand still pumping his lovely cock I pulled back as little spurts of hot sponk hit my face. As he sank back he finished off my job and gratefully I spunked over his face and chest with my hot sticky cum. We fell on each other rubbing cum over each other and laughing. I am glad I didn't make it to the beach..
" How consummate, how polished, the remembrance brought back the words of the poet as well as other days in June. Those were when the weather suggested that I spend the day in search of beautiful natural scenes to photograph, to capture in pictures that would come close to matching the captivating words of John Keats. "And do pardon my nakedness," he added.
There was work to do in the garden and the garage needed cleaning There was just too much furniture stored in there. While I sat I noticed a young man walking up my sidewalk. I did not know him. He was dressed in cut off sandals, shirt and a baseball cap. He had dark hair and was about thirty years old. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and asked me if I had some work for him. I did.
m. He was with his friend Manuel who was also 19 years old but was from El Salvador. They wanted to watch some porno movies but the catch was that Manuel was straight and only wanted to see the "girlie" movies. He told his friend what I had and they agreed to come down and watch the film with me.
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.
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. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
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.
My grandmother had died unexpectedly that morning, and my parents had to rush off to her place about 200 miles away. They said they were sorry a hundred times to leave me at Christmas but needed me to stay at home to take care of the farm. We lived on a farm about 8 miles from the town where I went to school.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
About two decades ago, I was a young Boatswain's Mate on a relatively small ship (about 3000 tons) in the USCG. Our deployments often took us out for as long a three months, and so a considerable degree of horniness was attained by the crew at large. However, a system had emerged. Not that I didn't catch a couple anyway.
"And besides, politicians are all crooks," he said to nobody in particular, as he recited a litany of complaints to the bartender, a litany I tended to mostly agree with. Until he turned my way suddenly and blurted out, "and now with AIDS my generation can't even have fun with sex anymore" I raised an eyebrow.
It made his blood boil, and anything that did that was all he asked out of life. His life as a diplomatic courier had put his life at risk a number of times, just like tonight. A dim image of his steel grey eyes reflected back from the porthole of the ocean liner as he gazed out at the churning sea.
Joey was a 20-year-old homeless man. He turned to prostitution and selling drugs to stay alive. At 35, David was a self-made millionaire. In high school he had made a major invention and turned it into a major empire. David lived alone and had never married. He had a few relationships with women, none had lasted very long and none were satisfying sexually.
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