It was a wonderful morning, perfect for a run. I had to get some miles to lose all the party pounds that I've gained during the week end. Not that I was a slob or anything, gyming 4 times a week. However, I just wanted to sweat.
I was wearing a drifit singlet with black running shorts with high slits at the side. I'm on the muscular side as oppose to the lean build, but love to show off my ripped tighs.
I ran by the beach near my place. It was a rather quiet Monday, a couple of old ladies and a white middle-aged white man (I'm Chinese). I was getting into my pace when he overtook me. He was going at a slightly faster rate, probably doing intervals. And boy, I was mesmerized just with the back view. He was running bare body, with droplets of sweat rolling down his tan toned back. All the muscles were moving in poetry, everyone of them like pistons in a lean mean machine. He had broad shoulders, good shoulder development and defined tris.
I had to catch up with this guy, I thought. What better motivation than this hunk.
He got drift of my intention as I pulled abreast with him and then overtaking. While doing so, i caught a whiff of his manly scent. It was enough to make me start to bone, which then made it a little uncomfortable to run, since I was free balling.
And so our little game of catchup began, each not letting the other gain more than a fraction of an inch. It was only a couple of kilometers later did both of us decide to slow down to catch a breather. We stopped by a water fountain.
He looked at me in a strange way, then started to head for the nearby public toilet, glancing back as he went. I guess then i knew his intentions, even welcomed it! My, what an ass that guy has.
That got me an introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body. Of course, I didn't do it. What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body.
Little did they know they can't satisfy the desires that I often have. Like straight guys, I also enjoy the company of men, hanging out, talking, doing normal guy things together. In my late 20's, I'm a beefy, solid kinda guy--broad shoulders and nice arms and pecs tapering to nice waist. Not a gym rat, just a normal jock. I needed more. Then it happened.
He would have girlfriends and leave them, he would try to skip class to see them in the hallway, he was probably the most liked kid in the grade, madder the whole school. While half of him was enjoying this popularity, the other half was thinking about college. But what Peter didn't know was that Matt, an unpopular, shy, and smart kid loved him. Matt already had his whole life planned out.
We are both insatiable cocksuckers - always hungry for a nice big cock to plow our mouths and boypussies. David was telling me he really wanted to get fucked, so I told him to say hi to my extremely hot and hung friend Ed who was also online at time. They decided to get together even though Ed also had another friend named Scott on his way over. Scott is great-looking. It's a hot scene.
One of the most delightful ways I find to chill with my lover is to simply pamper him and relish what we have between us. When he feels my first touch, when I brush my fingers across his jeans. Across his thighs and just gently teasing his zip tag.
Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school.
When i walked around the bend of the entrance, he immediately pushed himself onto me. We were both hot, sweaty and very horny by then. I kissed and lick his hot neck, tracing the streams of sweat down to his nipples, and when I took it into my mouth, he let out a moan. I grasped his tight ass and he responded by grinding his hardon onto mine.
We moved our action into one of the stalls. Amazingly, it was quite clean. I barely closed the door before he was nibbling at my ears and then turning around and rubbing his ass onto my hard 8" dick. I pulled his shorts off with ease, revealing a perky white ass with marvelous tan lines. I bent down and started rimming him. He moaned in pleasure. I just hope no one was close enough to hear that wanton cry.
As I loosened him up, I was pulling on my own dick. Then I got up and placed my dickhead at his entrance. He couldn't wait and started to push back already. His sweat was the lube that made my entry more or less smooth.
When he got me all the way to the hip, he arched his back and reached back to pull me deeper, as if I wasn't deep enough. I started pounding him, slowly at first, before picking up pace. I leaned forward and licked his pits, which smelt of fresh man sweat and he squeezed my dick with pleasure.
After a couple of minutes in this position, I decided on change. I pulled out, which caused him to look back at me questioningly. I turned him around, lifted him by the hips and pushed him onto the wall, before bringing him back down onto my dick without much gentleness. He got my idea and wrapped his legs around me and his hands went around my neck. We started kissing as I continued lifting him up and down my fuck pole.
"Harder..." he cried.
I sat down on the toilet bowl and continued with the up and down motion. His abs were tightening up, as was his hole, and his face was in pure bliss. I could tell that he was going to cum pretty soon, as were I.
With another couple of downward motions, he let out a cry and he cummed without even touching himself! His ass was clenched so tight and warm that i too let out a cry of pleasure before bursting into him. He shot all over my pecs and abs as I shot into him. I lean forward and kissed him. He broke off after sometime and got up to lick the cum mixed with sweat off my body.
We cleaned off and dressed and went our separate ways.
As i turned back, I saw him looking back as well, winking. I just hope he'll be there tomorrow morning for another run.
I'm not meaning that he's very good explaining the subjects but that he's a very good shape. Well, he explains OK too. I loved him since the first day I looked at him entering in class. He's very young, only 4 years older than me or so. As, I'm sure, you have guessed yet, I'm a gay boy.
Was studying in the library when Mark decided to sit down next to me. We end up studying together for hours and then he suggest we head over to his place. Some problem with the heating causes his place to be scorching hot. He immediately strips down to just his Champion shorts, popping off his sweatshirt, tee, shoes, and socks. I look at his body.
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.
He had caught my interest with his picture but there was also something else I could not quite figure out. Anyway we sent e-mails to each other and as luck would have it I was going to be working down near where he lives. We made an arrangement that he would SMS me on the Monday to make arrangements to meet. By 9pm I had given up on Matt ringing me and was feeling horny but down in the dumps.
Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school.
He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen. It was then I realized I was staring at him.
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.
"Why else would they teach at an all boys boarding school? They're all fags! Half the teachers at this school have sucked my dick, and the other half would do it if I told them to. " "Mr. Connolly isn't a fag," I said. Mr. Connolly was new that year. The only black teacher at the school, he was young, handsome, and very masculine. "Ha!" said Bryce.
Much as I hate the chore itself, after-hours at the local laundromat MORE than compensate for the inconvenience!! The owner is a Korean guy named Kim, a short, slim, but solid little fellow in his early 50s. His jet black hair is flecked with grey, and that, combined with his bifocals, gives him a very distinguished, scholarly look. Kim puts on the radio, and Korean music starts playing.
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