I've always been a bit judgmental about older men with younger guys. It always seemed wrong, like exploitation. But now that it's happened to me.
I was in LA to meet a young law intern whom I had supervised the previous summer at our law firm. He was a bright-brilliant young kid-eager, top-rate, great writer. Now, Dave, who reminded me of the TV actor Dean Cain (formerly Superman), was now doing an internship at a law firm in LA. We'd kept in touch, for reasons that were becoming clear to me.
I'm in my early forties, not bad looking, but nevertheless suffering the fate of men-a little less hair, and more of it gray. I'd worked to keep in shape and I still looked relatively youthful. Many people guess that I'm in my late 20s. I was in relationships, but now was determined to find love and lust, not necessarily in that order.
I was attracted to Dave (same name as me) from the instant I saw him. But my professional position kept me at a distance. And it was a really conservative law firm. But now that we weren't working together, the situation had changed.
Dave was from Toronto. His warm smile and incredibly handsome, dark eyes combined with an amazingly witty, insightful personality for a 18-year-old. I loved being in his company, and he liked being with me, my intuition said. How else to explaining the two-hour dinners, the long e-mails, the funny phone calls?
Now I was going to a conference in LA...and I suggested we catch up with a dinner. No sooner had I sent my note when I got an e-mail from Dave: how about a trip to the beach and then dinner...and then we could go back to his place to chat. I could stay over, if I wanted. He was staying at his uncle's condominium while the uncle was away all summer. Dave and I had been inching closer, I thought, before, but this was getting to the root of my desires. Could I be imagining? Was this wrong? Was I deluded?
After two days of business I got ready to meet Dave. He arrived by car at my hotel and off we went to the beach. I hadn't seen him in nearly six months and the hormones of puberty had kicked in. The voice was a little huskier, the beard growing in...but he was still the hot young guy I had longed for in my dreams for so long. We had no problem catching up on the old firm, what was new with him (no girlfriend, yet, I reminded myself), and how the LA life was for him.
I made a quick check, none ot the booths were occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched in the doorway.
Well, not everybody, but still, I'm having to push people away pretty quick - because of my other problem, which is I'm excitable, and it's not long before I come unless I take steps to slow things down.
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.
It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do it again. The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above.
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.
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.
He was a handsome fellow, tall and well built. He must be around 24 thought Robinson. His long, straight, black hair framed a very handsome face that had a strange beauty about it. Robinson felt a strange and almost forgotten urge stir in his loins. Little did he know that he would soon meet Big Dong.
The big farmer slid into the cab while I jumped onto the back. We drove the short distance to the hay barn. Maruis backed the truck into the hay barn just as the first drops of rain landed on the windshield. Then the heavens opened. I climbed up into the passenger sear beside the farmer. "Thanks, Georg! I'd have never got it in dry without your help". He grinned his appreciation. My first.
Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex. Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body.
A great place to entertain a new client. It's a Topless, Bottomless place for the gay crowd. You'd probably like the menu, the food is delicious. You're issued condoms at the door and you never have to eat alone. My friend Andre, and I dropped in last Saturday after a little dancing. Harvey, our usual waiter brought us our regular white wines.
I love the crowds; it lets me spot a hot looking guy and follow him around without his noticing. I especially like to watch muscular guys walking in front of me so I can check them out all over. I saw some nice stuff that night, but I was there to shop. While in Sears, I decided I had to take a piss, so I found the rest room. Despite the mass of humanity everywhere else, it was quiet in there.
org gay cruising guide. He told me (the few words we did exchange) that he was in the U. S. for just a few weeks on vacation. He was a young hot Latin guy from Chile and I was lucky to be the first throat he used. He wasn't expecting me to swallow his load, but I wanted it, no! make that: I NEEDED IT, so he was more than happy to give it to me.
He was dressed a little conservatively, to my chagrin. I don't know what I expected, but I was hoping for something a little sexier than tennis shorts and an old tee shirt. But I'd dressed conservatively too, not wanting to tip my hand. I was a little daring: underneath my gym shorts was my favorite red speed, which I can fill out nicely. And with my fantasies raging, I'd put underneath them a black g-string, which I find hot before sex...if I was ever to get there with Dave.
Could he tell? He must...he's so bright I thought as we drove the highways of LA. Could I control myself? What were we doing? I needn't have worried. He was in control.
After we got out of the car, Dave stood up to strip down for the beach. He took off his shirt and tennis shorts to reveal a hot blue speed, the type with narrow waistband, revealing a nice basket. Here's no conservative kid. His sly smile revealed a lot. He had a magnificent body and much fewer inhibitions than I thought.
I stripped down to my red speedo, which wasn't as daring as his, but daring enough.
I was so drunk with thoughts of this hunk kid/adult, I didn't realize he'd soon walked me to the gay section! All around were hot guys, even naked guys, like I'd been used to for a long time.
I don't think we said a word...because we didn't have to. My friend and I were on the beach blanket in our speeds and before I could take in all the sensations, he asked me to rub some sunscreen on him. We were connecting, and for the first time, I saw his cock grow. And he saw mine.
"Why don't you put some on me...all over," Dave said as he lay on his stomach. I began to oil up his back, running down his shoulders to just above his tight butt. "All over," he said, emphasizing "all."
"Everywhere...is that what you mean?" I said.
"Mm...yeah, I mean what I say and I say what I mean."
I had began crossing the last barrier between us as I rubbed just under his speedos. Boldly, I kept inching down as I touched more of his fresh asscheeks.
"Does that feel good, my friend?"
"It sure does. I've planned this well, haven't I?" said Dave.
Within a minute, he had turned over on his back, revealing an eight-inch boner. "There's another part of me that needs some rubbing."
I was glad to oblige, reaching my hand into his pubes, touching and then grabbing his hard member. Then sliding down to his smooth, shaved teenage balls.
Within minutes, my young friend had broken all the ice. Let's go back to my place, he said. "I think I know what we both want."
And within minutes at his place was all I desired: Dave, the hunky Canadian teenage stud, peeling off his speedos and standing full square before me, his cock erect in a nicely trimmed pubic bush. His hairless chest with beautiful skin and firm nipples. And I had to admire his beautiful white ass, cupping both cheeks in my hands.
"Let's get in the shower and get this lotion off...I've got to have you," said my young friend.
The rest was pure bliss. Carefully he stepped in the shower, adjusted the water...the promptly turned around and playfully, but with a little shock to me, spat a mouthful of water into my eager mouth. Then his tongue. My hands massaged his ass under the warm shower spray. I didn't know where to start or stop.
"I've wanted you for a long time, my friend," I said, as I moved around his glistening torso. I kissed him everywhere, sucking his nipples, going back to his mouth, running my tongue around his neck. I then boldly put my finger around his asshole, and he moaned with pleasure. We really are in synch, I said to myself. Soon I had lubed up my fingers and was finger fucking young Dave's ass, first with one and then finally three fingers.
It was endless, it seemed--the kissing, the sucking, the finger fucking. It was wonderful to be with my Canadian boy/man stud. Who cared about age difference. I loved this boy and he was mine? I would go with him anywhere, to the Canadian Rockies, to the beaches of LA, anywhere he wanted. But first stop was the bed.
We towelled off, and got ready for our first fuck. Me, old enough to be Dave's father and Dave my son, but so much more.
As we headed into the bedroom for our first fuck, I noticed two small tatoos just below his bikini line. How could he know tatoos were a big turn on for me? And they were cute: a small Canadian maple leaf flag...and the lambda symbol.
"How hot," I murmured as I caressed them.
"I got them done just for you, Dave," said my Dave. "I just knew you'd find them hot, and I wanted them in a place only you could see them."
I returned to the club, took a room and headed for the showers. There were a lot of men cruising, but little obvious going on. I noticed that many men sat in their rooms reading but with the door open. I was still new at this and unsure of etiquette for meeting etc. Guys were walking by and looking in.
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.
Our A/C in the Office was not working. I had to go in the office, but only for a few hours to finish up a report for a Monday morning meeting. So I dressed as cool and as comfortable as possible to sit in the heat in my office. As I grabbed my portable fan and an ice cold gallon of Ice tea so I could keep myself cool.
Whatever it is about them, they are the one thing that can make a long, boring highway drive more interesting and exciting. Of course, some are much better than others. The best ones are the old places with plenty of holes in them to see your neighbor. The first stall is the one I always take.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
My name is Brin Suddak. I am an employee of the United Nations war crimes investigation service. I have been working in Central Africa, investigating the slaughter of over 1500 young boys and girls by the ALNA, a new and until then an unknown terrorist organization. At the conclusion of my investigation I went to South Africa for a week of rest and relaxation.
Some rams ignore the female sheep and like to hump other rams. Big dogs do it to little dogs and sometimes even the other way around. It is usually a sign of dominance; for one male to show dominance over another. With that knowledge it would be no surprise to know that homosexuality exists in the world where humans and animals are combined. There were many other men there besides him.
"Arrrrgh, that hurts coach. it hurts!!!!. " But my moans only fueled Coach Johnson's determination as he worked the tennis racquet handle into my tight young ass. He knew these were not moans of pain. they were moans of pleasure, and he had been listening to them for nearly a month now. Oh how my life had changed in that month.
Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex. Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body.
He's tall and thin, and very hairy, at least from what i could see of his arms and legs and what peeks out over his tee shirt collar. I met Santiago at a night class I was taking, and we became study partners. I loved being near him and sometimes I could look up his short sleeves and see his hairy armpits. He had a musky sensual scent that was arousing.
He was starting work as the head football coach at a mid-size mid-western university. At 32 years of age, 6'2" and 180, he was different from most college coaches: he was physically fit and young. Not only did he have to get used to a new community and a new job, but his young son, Randall Jr, 18 years of age, needed time to adjust. At 5'4" and 110 #, Randall Jr.
I guess one of the guys who moved back had owned the house but it did not sell so back he came. Let me tell you about this neighborhood, it has some of the hottest men in California. Across the street are a Dad and grown son who works on his cars all the time. Next to them is a married guy with a hairy chest who works in the yard often. He was such a turn on. WOW, I was hooked.
Day after day the bilious heavy bellied clouds dropped their water in blinding deluges causing massive floods across the parched countryside. The rivers and creeks, long reduced to a trickle or completely dry, responded by swelling to raging, rushing and fast spreading torrents racing down towards the coast.
My lectures at the Medical School being finished for the day, I hurried down the street and into my lodgings. Inside the porch I was startled to find the slumped body of a man. I reached down and touched his cold flesh and was relieved to find he had a strong pulse.
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