It was then about 4 PM and I wanted to visit this park in Beverly Hills where I usually tanned and saw many a good looking guy. When I got there, there were only 3 people there: 1 guy preparing to jog, and 2 other guys having a picnic. I had recognized 1 of the guys from the picnic as he said hello to me earlier in the week while I was doing some homework for a summer school college class at CSUN. I was wearing these tight, grey OP shorts and a cut-off T-shirt and I just sat down and looked around, disappointed no one really was there. About 5 minutes later, the guy who said hi to me said hi to me again, asked me the time, and invited me to join his friend. They asked me my name, they told me theirs, and then asked me if I wanted a massage.
I had never done anything remotely to this in my life, but I was hard, horny, and always wanted a guy to play with my dick in some manner. WHOA!! Well, the massage began innocently enough, but somewhere along the way, both guys started to really massage 1 large, hard area (need a hint?? GRIN!!) First, the guy who said hi to me took his strokes and licks, and the second guy then got his licks, and licks in. I liked that guy much more. Eventually, both guys attempted to stroke me at the same time, and low and behold, I shot one hell of a load over both of them. Man was I smiling. What was even better was that I began to see the guy who got his licks and licks on me, which led to a wonderful time jacking off in the water at Will Rogers beach a week later.
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.
Billy asked me if we could talk and I said sure. I smiled back at him. Looking uncomfortable, he took a seat near mine. I quickly got him to admit that he had actually already accepted that other offer and he would be gone in just a few short weeks. We decide to head out and grab a beer. Get a bit drunk and start talking about real stuff...
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.
I just got home from school (I go to college but live at home) and I noticed my brothers friend, Brian, had his car parked in the driveway. Both my brother and Brian are 18 and best friends. Brian is about 5'9, medium build, plays on the soccer team and is so cute he drives me nuts when he comes over.
I was sixteen when the boy in question moved to this neighborhood. He was a keen footballer and spent hours on the field which is conveniently outside my house. I'd never really payed him any more attention than the rest of the boys that frequented the pitch. I think he was left out by the other boys probably because of his race. When he practiced he did it alone.
I had gone to a movie on campus earlier that evening with a couple of fraternity brothers. After the movie, I'd stopped at the bar in the fraternity house basement for a couple of beers, then headed up to my room. Since I was a fraternity officer, I had one of the few singles in the house.
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