Living here on outer Cape Cod has its good points and bad, just like anywhere else. Its work very hard for 5 months then relax a bit before doing it all again next summer. The boys here are very friendly...locals and visitors alike.
My day starts at around 8am where I must be at my business to receive and store daily product deliveries till around noon. Afterwards its off to the gym for 3-4 hrs. I like the changes that I see since starting my work out routine. I have gone from being 510``at 190# to 230#, chest from 44in. to 50in, waist from 37 to 33. Others have noticed also and I like the attention.
On this particular day I biked to the gym like normal got dressed and headed to the cardio machines. I spotted this very hot beefy/muscular 20something y.o. with beautiful olive skin, dark short hair and the most amazing crystal blue eyes...definitely my type. I watched as he took the machine next to me.
I`m actually kinda shy so I finished my cardio and did a little stretching in an area directly in front of him. I was checking him out discreetly and saw that he was doing the same. I proceeded to the free weights and started lifting and kept glancing at him in the mirror and was starting to throw wood because he was doing the same. This went on till I finished.
I headed to the showers to get ready to go back to work. I stripped down and headed to the shower. I was soaping down and lazily stroking my hard thick 6in cut cock when I felt hands on my ass.
Turning around startled I was staring at my olive skinned stud. He had an even more amazing body than I thought. He actually had 8pak abs and pretty wide shoulders fantastic thighs (that impresses me because my thighs are pretty big also due to water skiing since I was 5) and that perfect cock.
I couldn't have wished for anything better, 8 inches of condom covered (had he planned this??) heavily veined extremely thick (thicker than a red bull can) dark hardness.
I known this ever since my cousin made me suck him off when I was 15. I have a favorite place to go for this kind of activity too. Its the county court house. Our Current Events class took a field trip there one day and I discovered, quite by accident, a glory hole in the basement bathroom. I took advantage of every chance I could to go check it out.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
I considered myself popular and somewhat attractive. I was not at all athletic, but did play some intramurals. It was the third day of school, just fitting in, and finishing the summer stories. The football team was going to begin practice after school, inpreparation for the season. My best friend Steve, whom I had known since first grade, was very athletic and played for the team. come on.
It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. 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.
My story takes place in Virginia I was working at a camp there and I decided to take a day off and go for a walk in the country side. I walked by this house and noticed that there was this hot older man naked sitting on the porch when i saw him i could not take my eyes off of him.
A place in Reno, Nevada that is clean and well taken care of. A gay bathhouse with private rooms, two glory hole rooms, a steam room, and more. I was taken there by a good friend of man named Bobby. He was more than a friend, he was a fellow bisexual married man, who had allowed me to accept my bisexuality, and had also been the first man I had been with sexually in years.
I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long. Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds.
The War itself was over before I was old enough to join up. So, I went to work on the Williamson farm. Now, at age 29, I ran the spread almost single-handed. The 'almost' mentioned above was the Williamson's son, Billy. Although only 16 he was a very willing worker. Billy was small for his age which meant I did the bulk of the work. I liked to be kept busy. Less time for thinking, that way.
I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa. Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water. The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. Then I have the place to myself.
It happened only two years ago (I am a junior now) but it seems like a very long time in terms of how far I have come along since then. In high school, I had played sports. Baseball season was my favorite, and I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of the sport (not least of all the great view I was afforded after practice in the showers and locker room). But, I did not do anything about it.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
Just one of those days, I guess. I laid there for a while, slowly stroking my hardon and using my other hand to play with my balls, stroke my inner thighs, play with my asshole, etc. I figured since it was so early I'd be the only one there.
He stood there looking like Mr. America. And so boyish in his hair cut and face. I'd seen him several times before but he never gave me a tumble. I don't usually jack with the door open but I must have been extra horny and did this time and I loved jacking in front of him. I seldom get hard in front of guys but I had a good hard with him watching. He acted as if he didn't watch at all.
It is a story containing discipline and sex between consulting adults. Both participants are men. If stories like this offend you, please read no further. If you are under age you do not belong in this newsgroup. The advertisement in the *net* personals caused me to become aroused instantly. I responded the ad, and began a dialogue with Paul that lasted several days. We similar fantasies and desires to explore those fantasies.
It being one of "those" Monday's the last thing I needed was to find a memo in the middle of my desk from the boss. It seems that "little Markie" was going to be joining the staff for the summer, his first summer home from college. He also had a voice that changed octaves with every other word...
He dropped to his knees and started running his tongue over my engorged pierced head before going all the way down to my shaved balls. He was an amazing cocksucker, never once banging his teeth on my 0 gauge Prince Albert. I grabbed his hair and fucked his face till I was ready to cum.
Sensing this he let go of my dripping cock before I unloaded down his throat and started working my large shaved balls while running his hands over my ass and massaging my hairy pucker.
He stood up grabbing my head and kissed me deeply still without saying a word. He was a very good kisser. I was really getting turned on by him being pretty aggressive. We made out a couple of minutes before he stopped and he spun me around and started lightly biting my neck and grabbing my hair (which is a huge turn-on). Still no words, just the two of us breathing heavy.
I heard someone come into the locker room and was hoping that we wouldn't get caught, but the sound of the water must have drowned out our fun.
He pushed me up against the wall and lubed his cock with spit and slowly worked his rock hard thick 8inches into my waiting hole. Being versatile I am no stranger to taking cock, his girth however did bring a audible gasp from me as pushed past my tight ring, he quickly covered my mouth with his hand so that whoever was getting dressed wouldn't hear us..
He held still while I got accustomed to his pillar. Inch by veiny inch he plunged his entire length into me till his hairy balls were resting in my ass crack. Still never saying a word he held still till sensing that I was ready to take what he could give me. Still not knowing his name he started sliding in slowly and deeply, which made me groan aloud. I was really getting into it and started slamming back on his beautiful cock.
This boy knew how to fuck!! He was hard slamming me and was pushing cum out of my hard cock onto the wet tiled floor. I reached back over my head and grabbed his head bringing his mouth to mine while he still fucked me hard.
He reached around and slowly stroked my cock while picking up speed long dicking me, driving me insane. His breathing began to become ragged and whispering obscenities in Italian, which was fucking hot. He buried his amazing cock as deep as he possibility could and held still while his cock jerked and swelled even larger then unloaded his European cum in my ass.
He stopped stoking my cock as he slid out of me and spun me around dropping to his knees again. He worked my balls with his mouth while fisting my dick. He slid up my shaft engulfing my engorged head taking me all the way down his throat. Working my dick like a pro with his hot mouth, still never banging my jewelry while sucking me off. He then stuck a couple of fingers up my ass, which sent my huge load shooting down his throat. He backed off a bit to take the rest into his mouth. He held my cock in his mouth till my near buckling legs regained strength.
He got back up and grabbed me by my hair and shared my cum with me as our tongues fought each other. He removed the cum filled condom tied it in a knot and proceeded to wash himself and me. I caressed his amazing body while he washed staring at his beautiful uncut Italian fuckpole.
We finished and toweled off to a couple of cruisy looks from two other guys. He introduced himself as Mateo from central Italy and was on a eight week vacation. We chatted for a bit and realized that we had seen each other at the Vault. Matt said that he liked my chaps, jock and harness. He asked someone if they knew me which they did, telling him that I was a BDSM top. He said that he normally is a versatile bottom but was looking for his "Daddy".
Seeing me assless at the bar he wanted to meet me to see if we would hit it off. Unfortunately he got stuck talking to some guys and when he went to talk to me he couldn't find me in the crowded bar. I had actually gone elsewhere.
He said that he had been looking around for me so that we could talk. I was flattered that he spent time hunting me down.
We exchanged numbers and made a date to spend time on the beach in my truck.
I was told the location and found it was only a few miles from my home! I had a few days off so one morning I drove through the park and noticed one car with a single male parked in the lot. I parked about 50 yards from him and sat in the car for a few minutes! Was this a Gay that might want to have me this fine morning.
As he lay in bed rubbing his straining hardon, he thought about what he could do today to pass the time. Summers can get pretty boring when you live in the rural south. Beale County South Carolina was no exception. His best buddy David was gone to camp for a couple of weeks and there was no other friends nearby and he didn't have a car to go anywhere.
My back was in pain and the hard floor felt good. A massage is what I needed. My roommate had declined to answer my request, as he most likely felt the sensual nature of a massage would make things uncomfortable. I admit, he is very handsome. He measured in at 6'1", athletic body, sexy dark hair, and perfect masculine hands for a deep massage. He is 28.
He was a cross dresser and I wanted to see what it was like to be with a man who dressed like a woman. His pics were of shaved legs and feet in black stiletto heels. I am always willing to try anything once and so I set a date. On Wednesday I checked my Yahoo Messenger and there was a message from him. He wanted me to call.
I prefer having sex as part of a committed relationship, but sometimes sex just happens. Sometimes, you crave it so much that there is no turning around. You just have to get it on. I hadn't been in a relationship for over six months and it had been that long since I had last had sex with anyone besides myself. To put it bluntly, I was horny. Masturbation wasn't really cutting it anymore.
We were both 18 but did not have our licenses so we just rode our bikes around the streets either ending up at the Fern hill Shopping Plaza or each others house. Once when we were about 15 Luke said something about calloused palms but that was about as sex like the talk ever got between us. I did think Rowena was cute and she did have this hot looking ass (curvy without being huge) but I dunno.
I had become worried that my conservative family and friends would discover that I had been sexually submitting myself to a black man. I tried but could not stop thinking about Derrick working me over with his hot black dick and gave in to my animal desires. I rang the bell to his place and to my surprise a cute 20-something blond guy opened the door. "Hi I'm Kyle. They're expecting you.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
The War itself was over before I was old enough to join up. So, I went to work on the Williamson farm. Now, at age 29, I ran the spread almost single-handed. The 'almost' mentioned above was the Williamson's son, Billy. Although only 16 he was a very willing worker. Billy was small for his age which meant I did the bulk of the work. I liked to be kept busy. Less time for thinking, that way.
His final summer vacation before senior year of high school. Matt was one of the hottest guys in class, and he'd spent the entire summer by the pool, working on a tan to die for! Being a co-captain of the soccer team, he'd also spent the time in the gym working on his powerful legs and rock-hard abs and chest. At only 5'9", he packed all 160 pounds full of muscle.
At that time I knew I was gay, I used to LOVE to jack my seven inch cock off to gay porn all of the time. I would sit in my quiet room for hours a day and into the wee hours of the morning watching cute twinks or older men have passionate fucking and sucking sessions. My hand would vigorously work my long member, until I came all over my "built" upper body.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
I was getting ready to jump into the shower as I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. My body is in really great shape, I try to workout whenever I can and I have great pecs, and fine tight round ass and a good sized cock. But the hair, I had to do something about the hair.
We met at a friends apartment, put down a plastic tarp and went over the rules. It would be an erotic oil first-to-cum-loses wrestling match, we would use any means to force the other man to shoot first. I chose a white thong to wear which barely contained my swelling 8" cut cock.
I was getting ready to jump into the shower as I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. My body is in really great shape, I try to workout whenever I can and I have great pecs, and fine tight round ass and a good sized cock. But the hair, I had to do something about the hair.
I actually liked the rain. Partly because the streets were always less crowded when it rained, and partly because the city somehow smelled cleaner when it rained. So it was raining, and I walked down the deserted street wearing only a light outer coat and feeling my hair become plastered to my head. I ran across the street and into the diner.
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.
I parked my car at the side of the road and headed off for an afternoon's stroll in the countryside. I knew that nearby there was a reservoir, as I had seen signs for it further up the road, so I headed that way. As I walked I became aware of a noise behind me. I glanced back.
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