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 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 un-ashamedly flirt him, 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.
The thought had been growing in my mind lately, and i had found myself thinking more and more about what it would be like. A man sucking my cock. Me sucking a cock. Fucking a man. Being Fucked. I had come to the conclusion, however, that that was hypocritical bullshit. I was going to go get laid.
It's been a tradition with my parents for years now. I personally look forward to the holiday because it gives me a chance to sit back relax. Little did I know that I would get other relaxation this time around.
I worked for a termite and pest control place then so I worked with all men. The usual talk was about sex with women and how great pussy is. I've been with some women but prefer to suck cock. No one knew my secret so I just talked crap with them. There was a guy named Jimmy that was very openly gay so no one liked him. We had different jobs there so I only saw him breifly in the mornings.
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.
He had broad shoulders and medium-cut hair. He was talk, dark and handsome. However his most striking feature was his big and thick cock. He was a poor Indian construction worker, 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.
It had been three days ago that he asked me to accompany him to "an event" at Club Rub, but mentioned nothing about what the event was. Any kind of sexual experience with Duncan was for me sufficient motivation to go long with him on this. I was right, but in ways I could not then have imagined.
Randy is twenty-two and as you would expect is in incredible physical condition. He has boyish good looks, but his most outstanding trait is his outgoing personality. Randy is about 6' tall with a head of thick sandy colored hair.
Frequent jetsetter meets a boy he has never seen before. Lars is a blond slim sexy guy. He is young and knows what he wants. He snuggles closer as the flight stewerdess dims the lighting. We are going to get it on during the flight! I cant wait.
Seems like I only slept one minute. I usually don't get up until about 4:50am. The office where I work is 30 minutes away and it usually takes me about 30 minutes to get ready. But I needed to stop by Kroger and get some cigarettes this morning, so I woke up early. As I was leaving the house, it was still dark outside. I saw this hunk of a guy walking down the road. I mean this was a hunk.
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 chauffer with you, you must be exhausted. Do you want me to drive you to your office, since its so hot and ..." and then 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 quicky 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 sincerety.
"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.
00, very hot, humid day, sudden very heavy downpour, me, in my van, driving along a suburban road. It had just started to rain, it was one of those sudden heavy showers, then I saw him, a young lad walking along my side of the road trying to be brave and not seek shelter. I pulled into the curb and stopped just ahead of him. Hop in, Ill drop you off, save you getting any wetter.
It was just a few days past the New Year and I was coming home from a trip to Phoenix to see my best friend. With my carry-on in one hand, and my latest art acquisition in the other, I was eager to get home, strip naked and warm up by the fire. I boarded and leaned against a wall. With all the New Year's travelers on their way home, the car was standing room only.
I had been there about a year and had about a year to go. My girlfriend and I were going through some hard times, she was back home in Missouri and was going through the whole separation anxiety thing, I guess. I was doing just fine. I'm a Sergeant in the Air Rescue unit so I'm stacked. I'm about 6 foot 3 inches, Wide shoulders and extremely toned. I had heard it was fucking hot.
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.
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.
The hot new kid turns out to be a future basketball star. He lucks so fucking hot. We both have to do twenty extra laps after practice. Perhaps I will get to see his cock in the shower on the first day.
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.
One day a coworker came up to the stall next to me at the urinal. He took his out and started to pee, and I noted it was quite large, even limp. "I always envied guys who still have their hoods," he commented, as a thick yellow stream gushed from his circumcised glans. "Just lucky, I guess," I replied, acknowledging his remark. "Keeps the head nice and sensitive." he said.
My name is Aaron. I'm 6 feet tall, medium build, curly brown hair that just covers my eyebrows and 20 years old. I always get comments from the girls about how beautiful my hair is or how long my eyelashes are. I don't have the heart to tell them that I'm gay. Made a girl cry with that bomb.
I woke up at 3:15 am and couldn't get back to sleep. I couldn't stop the chatter inside my head, could not understand what was wrong. I seemed to have everything; a very successful business refurbishing furniture; a handsome home, an ample circle of friends, but something was wrong. Something I couldn't put my finger on.
And, I'm talking complete physical. For the past several years, I had seen this older doctor, but he retired, so they set up an appointment with this new doctor who had just been hired. He was straight out of medical school. He was only about 28 years old, and looked about 21. We had gotten to know each other a little bit on lunch breaks and stuff.
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