One day after a wrestling meet, I was walking out of the locker room. I had just won my tenth match and had gone undefeated for the most part of the season. I had just pinned this handsome devil in 3 minutes flat. And, boy was he a hunk. I'd wrestle this kid anytime, anywhere. And, quite frankly, I wouldn't care if I had lost. The coaches all said, "Nice job Mike, Great pin. Way to go and all the other phrases I heard after I beat the pants off challengers 1 through 9. But, wrestler number 10 was the one I really wanted to take the pants off. So, as these guys gave me their congratulations, I just yessed them, smiled. But, my mind was on that kid I just beat.
He was only 18 years old. About 5-7 and was really a hunk. You could tell he worked out a lot. I didn't think he was born with that body. Anyway, I walked out of the locker room and as I was getting onto the bus I said, "What the heck, Let me see if this kid is still around. I went back inside the school and walked to the visitors lockers. The kids were all about gone. But, I heard the shower running. So I continued to where I saw an open locker, I sat on the wooden bench as my dick was getting harder by the minute. I couldn't resist. I took a peek in the shower and there he was. His ass was tighter than I could ever have imagined.
Small, tender, with the butt muscles surrounding his bones. The water shut off, and as he turned around, I noticed his big piece of meat. It must have been at least 7 1/2 inches. At that point, he noticed me. He said, " You whipped me but good." I said, "Do you want a second chance."We got to talking, and found that we realy had more in common than we thought. I gave him a rematch. . . A real rematch. He walked over to his locker, his lean, sleek body was extremely impressive. His ass was so tight,I enjoyed every step he took, just watching that body go.,. It was about 7 at night.
He slipped on his white jockey briefs and then BANG the door to the locker room was closed and locked. Apparently, neither one of us heard the janitor come by to lock up. I took advantage of the opportunity. I walked over to him, And with his back towards me, I put my left hand around his chest, and my right hand down the rear of his jockey briefs, he squirmed for a minute, and then with his right hand pushed his underpants down below his knees, I placed my finger up his tight ass as he slowly turned to his left and bent over, I then flipped him over and started sucking his big piece of meat and let him shoot all over my t-shirt. I was drenched. He ripped my clothes off and started sucking me. It felt so good.
Then, he bent me over the sink and started ramming his big dick up my tight ass His big balls were beating against mine. It felt so good. There was just one problem, there we sat tired as all could be, locked in a smelly locker room.Both our busses left without us, and the janitor won't be back until 6 AM. We took out a few towels anad laid them down in the center of the floor and slept until morning. Our bodies were tightly interlocked. Our dicks were on top of each other. And we had the best time in the world. In the morning when we woke up, I said, "Do you want a rematch?" He said, "your on top."
I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight. The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. I was certain that it would hurt. Kiss his balls.
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.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
Let me tell you about the main players. Peter was blond haired blue eyed, 5'10" tall and 11 stone but with a firm body, nice developed stomach and firm thighs. Jack had short brown hair brown eyes, 5'7" and built for speed. They had several things in common, They played the game with skill, each had great popularity and the lads took notice of them, and oh yes they had gear that hung.
I'm all tense and exhausted from the brainpower I have just expended. I walk into the sweaty locker room and the steam immediately fogs up my glasses. I'm at my favorite part of the workout. Hehe. I set my duffle bag on a bench. The locker room is pretty empty. A few swimmers in their Speedos and thick legs walk by nosily, slapping their naked feet against the wet gym floor. Darn it.
The walls were covered in mirrors so that he could see his own reflection wherever he looked so that it was unnecessary to be covert. He took a great deal of satisfaction in what he saw reflected. In the locker room, he stripped and showered before putting on clean underwear, fresh shorts and a tee shirt.
His name was Angel, and he was 5'10" 210 lb. Brown eyes Brown hair, his hair was rather wavy and long at the time. . . it was just long enough in the back to make a small (very) pony tail. He thought to himself that somewhere out there that there was some one for him.
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.
"Come in," he called, getting up from his kneeling position. The door opened slightly, and Nick poked his blond head through. "We're ready," he announced. Chris nodded solemnly, an expression that looked out of place on a fourteen-year-old's face, but he realized how serious this ritual was.
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.
I had spent my first year of college in Minnesota at a small state school and was excited to be back in Des Moines (believe it or not) and in the big city where I could be more open about my interest in men. School was hell - there were tons of hot guys there, but I couldn't so much as hit on any of them as I would be killed instantly by the very homophobic college population.
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.
Over that period of time I've seen a lot of cock and wondered what it would be like to get hold of some of those impressive pieces of meat. Occasionally, some interesting things would happen that would make me wonder if I was going to be able to keep from springing a huge hard-on. I'd see someone with a nice dick and it would look like it was just a bit too big to be completely soft.
Usually, you're greeted at registration with tournament brackets, maps, bar coupons, and condoms, because organizers understand that this is an opportunity for some serious athletic activities off the courts as well as on.
It had been snowing since the morning and by the time John had got home from work, at least a foot of the white stuff had fallen on the city. The winds had built up since late afternoon and were now driving the snow into large drifts. Few people were venturing outdoors but John was restless (and horny) and just had to get out.
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