It was a Thursday night; after weeks of putting it off, I finally trudged off to the home improvement store. 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. I was just about done when I turned a corner to look for light dimmers and saw what was something out of a daddy-worshippers wet dream: a big brawny hunk with dark blonde hair sprinkled with grey, a thick brown moustache and about three days growth of beard. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds. He had on a red polo shirt that had been in the dryer too many times--it clung to his burly frame and with the buttons left undone, dark blonde hairs swirled out the top of his shirt. His beefy blonde arms strained the sleeves of that poor shirt and I fantasized about ripping it off his bull-like body. He was also wearing a pair of khaki shorts and as I stopped to check out those massive hair covered calves, my libido went into overdrive as I pictured myself on my knees before this stud licking my way up those huge legs, kissing his solid furry belly and deep throating his fat poker.
As so often happens in real life, however, I made a complete ass of myself at the very moment I was trying to appear calm and cool--I was so busy checking out the hulk that I ran my cart right over some poor woman's foot! She let out a surprised scream and dropped the mirror she was carrying which in turn made a horrendous crash. I was mortified as every eye in the store turned towards me and my unfortunate victim. Bumbling an apology, the poor woman took off down the aisle and as I got down on my knees to try to clean up the shattered glass. Suddenly, two thick downy covered legs appeared in front of me and as I looked up red-faced I found myself staring into the bulging crotch of my jerk-off fantasy. I quickly looked up into the face of my fantasy stud expecting a derisive sneer but instead he had a concerned look on his handsome face.
"You OK, buddy?" His voice was as gruff and sexy as I imagined it would be. I assured him I was fine then noticed the store's logo on his shirt and a name badge that read "Tom, Store Manager." Letting him know once again that I was fine, I started to get up when Tom clamped one of those ham-like hands on my bicep and helped me back to my feet. He looked at the shattered mirror and fixed me with a stern look then said, "Careful, this could mean seven year's bad-luck!" He still had his hand on my arm so I flexed it: I got a reassuring squeeze and a smile that nearly melted my heart. By this time another employee had shown up with a broom so with a nod of his head, Tom led me down the aisle. Like a babbling school girl, I kept apologizing and assuring him I'd pay for the mirror but he again grabbed my arm and told me not to worry: the other customer was just startled and not to worry about the mirror. By this time I was so in lust with his masculine presence and didn't want to leave him just yet so I asked if I should fill out an accident report. Tom shot me a puzzled look then smiled again and said, "Sure, come on back to my office."
I was in heaven as we walked to the back of the store and into his private office. I sat obediently in my chair and stared at a framed photo of a blonde girl about twelve years old. He saw me looking at the photo an said, "My daughter...been divorced six years now." That statement gave me hope again and I eyeballed Tom as he sat behind his desk and slid a notepad and pen across to me. He instructed me to write my account of the accident and as I began he leaned back and put those thick arms behind his head. I kept sneaking peaks at the damp sweat stains in each pit and I wondered how they might taste...I wrote some garbled report and handed it to Tom. He barely glanced at it then looked me in the eye and as his smile turned into a leer said, "Now, let's get to the real reason you wanted to come back here!"
I nervously gulped not knowing how to respond and desperately hoping I hadn't read him wrong. I work out regularly and usually have no problem picking up men but this guy had me tongue-tied. I was blushing furiously by now and sat there like a lump. With a sigh, Tom got up and walked to the door. I figured I'd soon be going home with only some hot fantasy material but then heard the click of the door being locked...I spun around to see Tom leaning against the door grinning at me. He slowly walked towards me as I awkwardly tried to get up but Tom's huge hands landed on both my shoulders and forced me back into the chair.
"Sit," he commanded, "it'll be more comfortable for you when you chow down on my dick!"
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.
Yesterday, several freshman had moved into the hall. I live on a first year floor, but I'm a junior. Anyway, there were about five new people. I was sitting in my room, and one of them knocked on my door. I told him my name and offered him a seat. I have a single, so we talked for a while.
The little old ladies that worked at the Castro Street alterations shop knew their clientele: picky, exacting queens for the most part that wanted every garment to either hide a flaw or accentuate an asset. In my case, I always had them take in the seat & legs as I spend way too much time in the gym doing squats to cover up the results in an ill-fitting outfit.
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.
You're making your way down the hall. Your steps are decidedly strong. Purposeful. I know what you're expecting of me. I won't let you down. You open the door in the room next to mine. You unzip your jeans and massage your dick through your boxers. You brush past a spot of wet fabric. You realize that your oozing pre-cum. My mouth is starting to water. Sometimes, I wonder what your name is.
His name is Ben and lives about 2 hours from me. Anyway, the first time I ever met him, I drove to his house, and though he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Though at the time, I wasn't sure what was going on in my life.
Huck Flynn was wrestling with the company accounts but could not concentrate, not only for the noise but for the Huggy Bear of a fellow in a yellow hard hat who kept winking at him. Every time Huck glanced in the mirror, Huggy would tap his hat in a mock salute, toss a salacious wink and cause the frustrated accountant to screw up his sums. no mean feat in bikini briefs. Huggy shrugged.
I have not had a shower for three days. I had developed a strong manly order from the work and exertion of the last few days. I was looking forward to getting back to the truck, get back to town, cleaned up and go cursing town for a man. I am still about a mile from the parking area, when I hear footsteps on the trail ahead of me. I spot through the trees a single man.
Hundreds of 18-22 year old boys around me all day long. Seeing naked boys every day. What a place for me to start living out of the closet! Let me explain you first that in this small back corner of Europe every man has to serve the country. Being gay is no reason for release, even if you wanted to. I have lived my life in a small town, really a gays' hell.
I was nervous, scared and excited all at the same time. One of my biggest concerns was who my roommate would be. Would he be some weird punk-rocker, a geeky over-achiever, or just a nice guy I could really get to know? I was relieved when I met Brian. He was a tall, handsome guy with a slim build.
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 one with the bright smile, the boyish face that was so sweet you (and most of the characters in Mr Body comics) wanted to kiss it. That cute smile and sweet face sprouted from a powerfully muscled neck that grew from amazingly huge shoulders with massive pecs, giant delts, incredibly muscled arms, part of the most beautifully developed torso ever penned.
Panting, he wiped the sweat from his face. He had the same nightmare. He laid back down, ignoring the sweat-saturated surface of his pillow. He hoped his tossing and turning didn't wake his roommate. But, Ryan's muffled snoring was sufficient enough to rid AJ of that fear. As his rapidly pounding chest continued to slow to it's normal pace, AJ tried to rest his eyes.
I called several men in the yellow pages and settled on Matt. He came over to the hotel and as I let him in I noticed the hugh cock mound. He asked me to strip and lay face down on the bed. Then he asked if he could get comfortable and do it nude.
We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
We collided in the middle of Harrods store in London on a very busy Saturday. Poor guy he really stumbled and went sprawling across the floor. His legs were spread wide to reveal that tight ass, which I have become accustomed to seeing now. I was pulling him back up, he looked very embarrassed and very, very cross.
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.
I was still in a daze until Tom put one of his hands behind my head and slammed my face into his crotch. Inhaling the musky odor that emanated from his khaki shorts, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. My hands grabbed his rock-solid hairy calves and I ran my hands up and into the legs of his shorts. I felt the damp straps of his jock and snapped them then reached around front to undo his zipper. I yanked his shorts down and took a second to admire what was revealed: a tightly packed jock strap with his big hairy belly hanging above.
I leaned forward and shoved my face again into his bulging crotch. I mouthed his dick and balls thru the cotton pouch until I could taste his pre-cum seeping thru the material. Wanting to taste the real thing, I grabbed the waist band of his jock and yanked it down his thick legs...his fat uncut prong jumped up to slap against his belly then hung thickly between his legs...it looked too heavy to stand erect and a thick drop of pre-cum bubbled out and slowly stretched down towards the floor. I slurped up his pre-cum then, peeling his wet foreskin back I hungrily lathed his cock head. I grabbed his fat hairy balls in one hand while with the other I jerked his foreskin and tongued his prick head. As I was feasting on my hunky meal, Tom stripped his shirt off so he was completely naked except for his sneakers. His round furry belly rested against my sweaty forehead as I continued to service his meat. I sucked his prick for a good ten minutes, switching to his sperm-filled balls anytime I thought he was close to shooting. By this time Tom had yanked my shirt open and was pinching my nipples in sync with my blow job. I slowly slid his wet pulsing dick out of my mouth then with my hands digging into his fleshy hips, had him turn around to present his big creamy blonde butt to me. I wetly kissed each beefy cheek then pried his round globes apart. I stared at his pink, fur lined man slit and, getting a good whiff of his musk, dove in tongue first. I attacked that muscular ring with a vengeance, tickling his crack with my moustache while wetting and chewing mercilessly until his hole relaxed enough so the entire length of my tongue could snake in and get a good taste of him.
Tom hissed obscenities and began furiously jerking off his cock. When I felt his butt clench around my probing tongue, I knew his moment was at hand. Pulling my wet face out of his ass crack, I again spun Tom around and, with our eyes locked, I held my hungry mouth open centimeters from his cockhead. After a few more jerks, Tom's piss slit gaped open and the first spurt of jism lobbed out and landed directly on my tongue. Closing my lips around his shaft, still staring into his eyes, I sucked and milked his dick, swallowing each spurt of cream with relish. When his spasms subsided, I finally released that thick meat stick and sat back staring at this sweaty, hairy hunk.
Slowly catching his breath, Tom backed up to lean against his desk then looked at me and broke into a grin. We were both covered in sweat--his pelt was plastered to his body creating sexy dark swirls all over his chest and belly. He raised an arm to swipe his wet forehead and I caught a glimpse of his bushy armpit. I couldn't resist: I got up, walked over to him and put my face in his pit. As I began to lap at the wet salty curls, Tom moaned softly. He raised both arms, resting his hands behind his bull-like neck as my mouth began to explore his upper body. I licked both of his pits clean of sweat then moved on to his pink, quarter sized nipples. As I mouthed his tits, I let my hands wander over the rest of his stud body. I squeezed his hard, round sweat-slick belly then felt lower to ruffle his thick pubic bush.
By this time his dick was once again beginning to thicken and while I slowly jerked his foreskin covered meat back to life with one hand, I reached around to massage his back then his fur covered butt. Still jerking off his now turgid dick, I let my thick index finger slip slowly into his spit lubed man hole. We once again locked eyes and as my finger dug in deeper Tom leaned forward to plant a wet tonguing kiss on my mouth. As we french kissed, my entire finger slipped into his delicious, wet hole while his cock throbbed in my left hand. Undoing my jeans with his thick stubby fingers, Tom pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees then turned around, leaned forward onto his desk, and spread that hairy bull butt for me.
As horny as I was for this stud, I couldn't just shove my cock into him. A man as hot as this deserved to be worshipped...I massaged his back with both hands while I once again kissed and rimmed his ass. Tom moaned softly--our earlier frenzied coupling now gave way to a slower reverential love making as I took my time lapping that beautiful butt to get him primed. When he was thoroughly lubed and my back massage had him relaxed, I put the engorged head of my prick against his wet hole. As I slowly entered this stud, his moans picked up in volume and I had to concentrate on not shooting too soon. My dick was gripped by his tight muscular ring and as I shoved the last inch into him, I leaned forward to kiss the back of his sweaty neck while I continued to massage his massive shoulders.
I gently fucked Tom. I was in a dream as I studied his gorgeous body and handsome profile: there was so much I wanted to do with this hunk! Slowly picking up my fuck-pace, I pulled my cock out of his clutching hole and entered him again and again until I knew I couldn't go on. Burying my meat all the way into him, I began to shoot my pent up jism into him. Tom lay there continuing to moan as I slowly pulled out then got down on my knees to suck my cream out of his juicy hole. As I sucked and lapped at his ass, I pulled Tom's huge balls and cock back and began running my tongue wetly all over them. I sucked his prick back to full hardness then left a generous deposit of spit covering his meat. I stood up as Tom got up off his desk to face me. Quickly planting a kiss on his lips, I then turned around and bent over his office chair: Tom was behind me in a flash with his wet meat prodding at my ass hole. Reaching back with my hands, I spread my cheeks to allow that hot blunt intruder in; with a grunt, Tom began to drill my tight hole with his prick. Having already cum once, Tom took longer to reach an orgasm--as he humped my butt, he pinched my nipples and chewed the back of my neck while I reveled in the feeling of his hairy body pressing against my back. After 30 minutes of his hot fucking, my ass felt like it was on fire. As I slammed back onto his fuck tool, Tom once again groaned. Grabbing me in those brawny arms, he began to shoot into my hungry ass. We stayed locked together for a few more minutes until his dong finally slipped out of my ass. When I turned around, I saw a blob of cream ooze out the head of his cock. I couldn't resist as I got back down on my knees for one more taste...
As I loaded my home improvement purchases into the trunk of my car, I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. When I plopped down behind the driver's seat, my ass throbbed: sore but satisfied. I turned the key in the ignition to listen to the radio but didn't leave the parking lot. You see, I was going to need help fixing up my place and the perfect handy man wasn't getting off work for another hour.
I was born on a village far, far away from where I stay now. I was born on a place where the days and the night has the same duration of 12 hours each because the equator lays above my head directly. So, yes, it is warm the whole day and night. So it was beautiful to go naked inside and outside the house. In the garden and under the rain on open rice field. I like being naked.
I had messed around with other boys and we did all the usual boy things but I had never been with a man before. My family owned a small automotive/hardware store in eastern Oklahoma. One day this beautiful brown-skinned man came into the store looking to buy a set of tires. He said he couldn't afford anything new, so I go help him find some used ones in the garage.
When I started my collection in high school a few years ago the predominate color was white and the material rough cotton, now there is such a variety of colors and materials. Variety has become the spice of life and I for one love it. I am currently a freshmen at State college.
First of all I am lucky that I get alot of attention from men. I have a smooth trim body from alot of swimming,dancing and aerobics in college. I have an awesome ass, round smooth and shapely. I love showing it off and knowing that I can get a man's dick to rise in their pants. At the time I was living in a upstairs apartment.
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway.
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.
We had just left a club called the Cubbyhole and I was in a bad mood. We spent the night going from club to club and in that time I only found one fuckable guy. Yeah he was hot and of course I got his digits but come on, one guy in the span of five hours is pathetic. I can do better. I mean just look at me. Not to mention a 9" cock and the mutant power to make you cum with less than a thought.
I haven't been to one in a while, and besides, I hadn't seen the friends in a while, either, so I figured, what the hell. After a bit, I decided to use the john. Like every hotel, the Penta had a reputation as having a couple of bathrooms where stuff went on, but I didn't expect anything, considering the nature of the event. I stroked and looked back, to show that I was interested.
My boyfriend's name is Terry and he is 28, blond, a real hunk, and most importantly, MINE! We've been together for 6 months, and we are planning to grow old together. Before I met Terry I was in a brief relationship with my best friend from high school, which left me devastated, and on the verge of a breakdown. About a week later I met Terry and my life has change forever.
I was lucky they added the class to the schedule. It filled up the gap in my schedule. I cut class on the day I added it. I was not ready for it or what was in store for me. My first day in MATH 115 went by smoothly. We had a Graduate Assistant for a teacher. He had blonde hair and a nice ass.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
I walk over to you and caress the back of your neck. You jump, startled, and quickly a smile comes to face. I press my beanbag lips against yours (my wife's expression) and fuck you face with my tongue. You lose all interest in news reading. I begin to unbutton your shirt.
Generally, we would go to the away games and come back in the same day, but once in a while we'd have to stay overnight, if it was too long a drive. I was on the varsity team as a freshman, quite a feat, but had become quite good since playing for about 12 years. We left early Saturday morning for an early afternoon game, which, after a 4 hour drive, would leave us a few hours to practice.
. . you know the type. Most of the guys were kind of sexist and such (although, don't get me wrong, I liked them all, and none of the guys were 'bad guys'). The problem was that, as a closeted homosexual, I did not fit in to their crowd.
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.
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.
So I figured I'd just check it out. I went to some particularly wooded but obvious fuck fest type locations. No luck. I came across one area that was open but had a canopy of trees and completely surrounded by the trees to make it a natural privacy area. I pulled out my cock and started to jack off a little. Man I wish I had that guy on top of me. I stopped and said nothing.
You know the type of meeting that goes on forever with a bunch of old men with receeding hairlines. Being a gay man the event was not at all thrilling, i've been so stressed that I will be laid off soon that I have just lost all interest in work. I pull off into what I thought was a visitor center turnbed out to be a truck stop center where the drivers can shower, sleep, park etc.
I had been home from college for about 2 weeks, and my parents were driving my absolutely insane! I guess this would be a good time to introduce myself. I'm Jonathan and I'm a 20 year old college student from a mid-size state university in the South. I'm 5'11", 145lbs, thin, fair, and smooth. I'm somewhat of a flamer, but still a top, though no one believes it.
The eyebrow piercing matches the two piercings in my lower lip, full boy lips. I open my mouth as wide as it will go, pretty wide, and stick out my tongue, it's long and pierced. I roll my tongue ring around as I stare at my reflection, my naked flesh looking back at me with as much sexual tension and pent up anticipation as I've offered it.
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