I first took up amateur boxing when I was thirteen and gave it up a few weeks short of my eighteenth birthday. My reasons for abandoning the Noble Art were that I was leaving school, starting a good job on the Stock Exchange and was fed up with a life which was limited to studying and training.
My last fight was to be against Errol Collins, a black guy who I had fought on a number of previous occasions. At first the fights ended with Errol stopping me, but as we got older I learnt to avoid the black fighter's lethal swings, making us very evenly matched. In the last year, I had fought Errol three times and won comfortably each time. I therefore, approached my last bout with a great deal of confidence.
When I got to the York Hall, I made directly for the changing rooms and found my opponent already getting changed. "Hi Errol " I said, "are you ready for another beating." Errol looked at me and smiled, " I have got a new trainer, a new way of boxing, and am going to whip your lily white ass. Of course, if you don't believe me we can always have a little side bet - let's say fifty pounds." "You are at work Errol and I'm still at school", I replied, " which is a shame cos it would be the easiest money that I've ever earned."
The guy gave me a funny look as if looking into my soul before saying, " OK, this is the deal, you win you get fifty quid, I win I get to abuse that cute little white ass of your's."
"WM seeks same for movies and massage. " I called and left a message. He called and left a message. We finally met at a convenience store close to his apartment. I'm average looking, average height and he seemed to fit that description as well, though he seemed a bit older than he claimed to be. I followed him over to his place in my car.
He stretched out on the bed on his belly. I stood at the foot and looked down at his strong young body. His ass end was something to see! Long, firm buns with a cleavage so tight it looked like he had never been fucked before. My dick liked the sight, too. It began to twitch in anticipation.
Joe is always a very horny guy, seems that he always has a hard cock and loves to tease Pat about his beautiful rock hard cock as much as possible. Even while they are in church, standing next to each other in the balcony singing, Joe whispers to Pat that his cock is rock hard and he wishes he could jack off. Joe is hot and horny as usual. Quickly he gets into position on the bed.
He had all the money and all the power. He could see for himself that white teenage boys his own age had smooth fair skin, with soft whiffs of blond and brown hair on their body. Their skin flushed red on winter cold days and developed a healthy tan under the summer sun. Set against their blue eyes and blond hair white boys were exceedingly colorful to him. Jerome longed to be close to them.
I had watched him walk to and from the showers with his dick swinging thru football season and basketball season and now almost thru baseball season. I dreamed about how long and big his cock must be when its hard, and just had to find out. I had tried every trick in my book but hadn't gotten to first base. So I made the final decision.
I was sitting in my room flipping the channels looking for something good on. I was so bored, there was nothing to do. I was home alone because my parents went up North for the weekend and left me to take care of the cats. I went downstairs and got something to eat. I started making a sandwich, and I heard the doorbell ring. Who could that be I thought to myself.
To me it's like a fine wine or an expensive brandy -- something to be savored, for the taste of it in my mouth, the feel of it in my throat, and the pungent aroma of it. I'm speaking of my love of sperm, of course. The first cum I tasted was my own, but this is the story of other tastings.
I did pretty much whatever needed doing, reservations, bellhop all that shit. After about a month they decided that I should work a few days in the kitchen and learn how to do room service.
I had been on 30-days leave and was headed back to my ship. It was mid-February and it was cold and rainy. Unfortunately, my flight had been cancelled because of the bad weather. The airport was deserted and I was faced with having to spend the night there, slouched in one of the hardseats provided for the passengers in the waitingroom. I pulled them down a bit and reached in for my dick.
Something I just thought would never happen to me, and after 18 months, lo and behold, it happens. I was very fortunate after finishing at University and was able to walk straight into a job, while most of my friends were now bumming around and doing anything they could to keep going.
I went to the club again but I arrived about midnight. I parked, took a deep breath and went in. The scene was much the same as the first time only this time I was more relaxed and at ease. I ordered a beer and traversed the floor. There were lots of possibilities and I wanted more this time. I didn't want to settle for someone. I wanted someone cute and sexy who was my type.
The rest of the family was off doing their various things and I was enjoying the relative silence of the house by listening to a little Life of Agony (the new stuff is really pretty happy). I was online, surfing around aimlessly, pics of hot guys and warez, what else is there on the net? Oh yea, stories. I didn't hear his presence until he knocked on my door. whatever. I couldn't stop myself.
I had no idea that the guy was anything but straight, but like me boxing had been so much part of his life that he never had time for girls and like me he was properly as horny as hell, without any outlet. I thought about it, knowing that I could beat him hollow and heard myself say " OK guy, you have deal."
From the first bell I knew that I was in serious trouble, Errol was a totally different boxer, gone were the wild swings and uppercuts replaced by an effective stick and run technique. He wasn't hurting me but his combinations were putting him steadily ahead on points. At the end of the last round I realised that he had won and my body belonged to him.
We went down stairs to the changing rooms where we had our gloves and tapes removed. I started to go to the showers but my victor said, " shag first- shower later." I followed him through a maze of corridors until we came to the boiler room, which had a table and chairs set in front of the two large boilers. He pulled down my shorts and box, leaving me naked apart from my boxing boots. Having stripped himself he showed me his large, black, semi erect cock and said, "I think I would like you to start off by getting this hard, with those pretty lips of yours." I sank to my knees and took the weapon between my lips. I had never even thought of sucking another guy's cock but set about my task like a veteran cocksucker. Before he filled my mouth with cum , he pulled me to my feet , bent me over the table, smeared Vaseline into my bottom with his fingers and said , "time for the main event. "
As his cock started on it's journey into my bowels I was terrified that he would split me but, due to good luck and lubrication he managed to impale my virgin ass up to the hilt. He then started to shag my ass with long slow strokes. Each stroke more painful than the last. After about five minutes the pain started to go off and I realised what I had allowed to happen to me. I was stark naked apart from my red boxing boots, I was bending over a table in front of two large boilers while a black guy was fucking me legless, and I was loving it.
Realising that I was getting into the fucking, he grabbed my waist and increased the speed and power of his thrusts. I was in heaven, clenching my ass muscles around his mighty cock and pushing my butt back against the thrusts. He must have fucked my ass for about twenty minutes before gasping as his huge dick emptied spurted jet after jet into my somewhat sore ass hole.
I didn't realise but during this assault on my poor bottom I had got the mother of all hard on's. Errol gave me one of his lop sided smiles and said, " I think that needs a good sucking, but then you will owe me another fuck." "just get your lips round it Errol." I replied, "As far as I'm concerned you can fuck me to eternity."
All this was ten years ago, Errol turned pro and became the British Bantamweight Champion, I progressed up he promotion ladder to become a team leader with my own dealing team. In two years time Errol will shake off the square ring , I will shake off the square mile, and we will buy a hotel on one of the Greek Islands. All of this being due to the fact that I thought that I was a better boxer than I actually was.
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.
He is Brazilian. He is about 5 11" 170 lbs, has light curly brown hair and a thin swimmers built. He is very educated and exteremely sexy. I am 5 10 165 lbs, brn/brown eyes Im Italian and we are both 24 years old. I am completely straight acting and am very closest. I think he is the same way. We started to go to lunch together , took a computer class together and started to hang out.
I was walking down an alley to a gay bar I frequent. I've heard that things happen in the alley, but had never experienced it myself. As I was walking down the alley, someone jumped from the shadows and grabbed me. He grabbed my hands and held me up against the dirty brick wall. "You want to be fucked?" a gravely voice asked me. "Yes," I said after a moment's hesitation.
5 inch uncut black cock until my face was covered with come. I had never anticipated doing something like this,but was incredibly turned on by the sight of such a huge cock and felt I would probably never get the chance again. I enjoyed that first time and decide I wanted more. 5 inch cock.
Paul and Grant are both young broadway stars in a secret relationship. On a vacation cruise they come across this African-American 18 year old that needs a place to stay after his dad found out he is gay and threw him out of his room.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
Here, the famed evangelist Graham Atwood made his home. Atwood was a magnificent-looking man in his early 50s, well over six foot, a solid, broad-shouldered torso, a handsome, square-jawed face, and thick wavy black hair flecked with silver.
Ya'know during the summer you can stay out in the fields til about 10 or so. Daddy had gone into town with Momma: They wouldn't be back until after midnight. I decided to go swimming in the pond that was about a quarter of a mile out in the field. I asked Jimmy, who's my best friend, to come along (you always swim with a partner in case you get into trouble).
Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like.
I haven't had much sex, the kind I like anyway, that is sex with guys but this guy Wayne had had heaps, with woman that is. In fact when I first met him when we both started our jobs I thought he was a dick head as nearly every time I saw him back at the office he was talking about sex. Obviously no one knew I liked guys and I wasn't gonna tell anyone.
Recent laws have pretty much shut all glory-hole video stores, but if you look hard enough you can find them. I had stopped at a few places, but they either had security cameras or some local idiot watching over you. Well, I finally found the place, about 20 miles out of town in the burbs. Very small sign, open 24 hours the usual stuff.
Danny was a transfer student from Delaware where he had won the tri-state wrestling championship for his age and weight class three years in a row. When I first met him I stood transfixed, staring at him, looking him up and down. Danny stood an even six feet tall and had dark thick hair, deep blue eyes, dimples, perfect white teeth, broad shoulders, a 48 inch chest and a 28 inch waist.
I'd already missed the 3:45 bus and the way he was pissing about I'd be missing the 4:05 aswell. All Connors did when me and him got this detention was piss n' moan about what a prick Mr Landy was and then all he does is swing on those damn rings. Concentrating on holding his legs straight out he didn't register he'd heard. I bent over to grab another mat but stopped half 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.
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