The alarm went off at 4:30am this morning. Seems like I only slept one minute. I usually don't get up until about 4:50am. The office where I work is 30 minutes away and it usually takes me about 30 minutes to get ready. But I needed to stop by Kroger and get some cigarettes this morning, so I woke up early.
As I was leaving the house, it was still dark outside. I saw this hunk of a guy walking down the road. I mean this was a hunk. He was about 5'11 or maybe 6 feet tall. He had on a white wife beater tank top, cut off denim shorts, ball cap, white socks and sneakers. As I passed him he stared at me and I stared back. I looked back and could make out the outline of his muscular legs and arms as his silhouette was shown against the street light up ahead.
I hate to see anyone walking anywhere and although it is dangerous to pick someone up at anytime, I stopped in the middle of the road and backed up.
He walks up to the car. I immediately smelled alcohol. This guy was drunk.
he seemed like a nice guy, so when he called a week later with a stopped up drain, I agreed to visit his house to correct the problem. Usually drains are not much of a problem so I wore regular street clothes rather than coveralls. Don let me in and showed me to the kitchen. I laid on my back and crawled under the sink below the drain trap. I was a mess. It felt good so I didn't protest.
They all tend to be white-collar business types; men in their late thirties to early fifties; stressed to the max with their "str8" careers and "st8" lives with very little free time to indulge in their real fetishes. These suits are always watching the clock, always racing to appointments, but also anxious for sex and always living double lives; your typical American male masochist.
I worked for a termite and pest control place then so I worked with all men. The usual talk was about sex with women and how great pussy is. I've been with some women but prefer to suck cock. No one knew my secret so I just talked crap with them. There was a guy named Jimmy that was very openly gay so no one liked him. We had different jobs there so I only saw him breifly in the mornings.
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.
Damn! After a two hour workout, my arms and legs ached; all I wanted was to get home, take a hot shower and collapse in front of the television. I pulled into the first service station I came across and pulled up to the "Full Service" island. I was exhausted and in no mood to pump my own gas. Sitting behind the wheel, I watched as the husky attendant came jogging up to my car.
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.
It was a prestigious job and at 33 I felt proud of my achievements at work. With my new job, however, came a ton of new work and I found myself putting in anywhere from twelve to twenty hours overtime every week. Because I was the newest member of the team, I'd often find myself "volunteering" to stay late and putting the day's work to rest. Of course this made him even more appealing.
The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond man's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. It curled up over his cheek, across his pert nose, and into the socket of his eye. The sperm approached...
You know you didn't want to be there, crowds of people were the last thing you needed. Without commitment, you nod and smile your way through the crowd to stand against the wall. You see him sitting across the room, and your eyes are suddenly riveted to that spot. Blonde curls frame a well-chiseled jaw.
I always liked being naked. My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bare ass and running out the door. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water.
When I say most people, i mean that maybe there were only 6 people left on my floor, and possibly the entire building, that had either no where to go or just didn't want to go back to visit their parental units. What the hell was i going to do for three weeks. My friends were gone, TV pretty much sucked, the internet was only going so far and i haven't been able to relieve myself in weeks.
Mind you, I was headed in the opposite direction when we first saw each other.
He got in the car. He had a smell about him that was so sexy- a mixture of alcohol, aftershave and just a tinge a man that has done a hard day's work. When he sat down in my passenger seat, my eyes immediately went to his crotch. There was a big hole in the middle below his zipper and he had on white cotton underwear. The balls looked big. I had to have that cock in my mouth.
He explained to me that he and his wife had split up. He said that she had him locked up and he had just got out of jail. The entire time he is talking I cannot take my eyes off this guy. He has nice, hair legs and big arms. He also had a goatee and thick brown hair. I told him that women sucked and that you can never predict their behavior. Then I threw in the conversation, that he it must be too bad that he didn't have anyone to suck his dick anymore. He laughed it off. He said that it did suck and that he was out looking. I knew I was going to have this stud.
I took him to his house; it was only about 5 minutes away. On the ride over there, I told him that he was a big strong looking dude and that he must work out a lot. Right after I said that I pinched his left nipple. Maybe he was so drunk he didn't realize it and maybe he did but all he did was laugh.
He went in the house and came back out in about five minutes. He had another beer in his hand. I asked him if he smoked pot and he said yeah, so I told him that we could go to my house and smoke a couple of bowls. The entire time, I am playing this off as "I am such a nice guy" and that "I will get high with anyone".
So we walk into my house and he comments on how nice it is. I tell him to sit down while I call the person that I was supposed to relieve at 6am and tell her that I overslept and that I won't be in until 6:30am.
I come back into the living room and he is sitting there on the loveseat with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other.
I tell him to sit by me on the couch; I tell him that it will be easier to pass the pipe back and forth.
We smoke a couple of bowls of some fire I got from a girl that I work with. By this time he is really fucked up. I have also turned on the black light in my living room and everything that is white is glowing, which means all his clothing is glowing except for the hat. He looks really hot.
I comment on how stressed out he must be over the whole situation. He tells me he is 38 and has no kids and his wife is just a bitch. I tell him a little white lie that I went to school for massage therapy and that I will massage his back if he wants. I talk him into sitting on the floor in front of me between my legs. I pull his tank top off and massage all over his back and arms and make my way under his arms to his pecs and nips. My mouth is only about an inch from his neck and I know he can feel my breath. He starts to totally relax and then all of a sudden he gets up and gets back on the couch and says that was great.
Then I comment on how all his clothes are glowing. I tell him that the hole in his jeans is glowing and I touch it and then I begin to rub it and massage it and play with it and it gets hard.
I ask him if he is going to let me suck his dick. He says that he is not usually into this kind of thing and by that time I have his cock pulled out and I am sucking away. I run my hands all over his hairy legs and thighs and arms. I pinch his nips and lick them. I lick all over his ears and all over his neck and chin, he loves it. By this time, I have worked his shorts down to his ankles and he is thrusting his cock into my mouth like an old pro. I notice that he has a belly button ring. I lick all over his stomach and work my hands under his ass and massage and feel of his beefy ass cheeks. I keep sucking and sucking.
He says that we can finish this up later on this week; he tells me I need to get to work. He stands up and I end up on my knees and suck the cock a little more.
We get in the car and he tells me what kind of vehicle he drives and that he will stop by and see me tonight or tomorrow night. He says he wants to hang out...
It has become a nightly ritual, one I love. He stands there in the light of the moonlit window, his eyes getting adjusted to the semi dark. He is naked and his cock is standing out, hard and at the ready. I can almost taste its sweetness. But, then, I am supposed to be asleep. It comes softly as he moves his hand along my nakedness and comes to rest at the base of my cock.
The brunette in the passenger seat unbuckled his seat-belt as the car came to a stop, and turned to the driver. With his hand placed lightly on the blonde's upper thigh, he whispered, "You're not going to just drop me off and run. Are you?" and winked. The driver smiled, and placed the car into park and removed the keys. "Come over here baby. The blond walked over to the brunette.
I rushed in the house and must have barely shut the door, I forget. The cats were appreciative, as always, for their mid-afternoon treat, then I bounded up the stairs, undressed, laying everything out on the bed to be put back on, except for the my shirt; Ill put on a freshly ironed one for the event, I thought. I hopped into the shower, turning the water on lukewarm, then cool.
It was mid July and a very warm night. A very close friend and I were out driving around looking for some hot action. We enjoyed this picnic area that is located on a small island on the to a very well known tourist spot. At this picnic area in the evenings many gays meet there. That night we drove around the picnic area twice in a half hour not finding much action. I dared him to do the same.
I'm married to a 66 year old retired secondary school teacher. The past nine months i'd begun to have very strong sexual urges about men which finally culminated in my acting upon them. Mainly, I had begun to provide anal sexual gratification mostly to other married men, but also to single bi-sexual men as well. no, into loving a man with my body. his semen. He so needs me.
He had told me things about himself. He told me that his name was Ron and that he was a bisexual married man. So over the bbs we got to know a little about each other. Since I had never been with another man, I was very nervous about meeting or even chatting for that matter.
I looked at my watch: right on time. The Hunk made his way to the men's locker room in several long strides, bouncing on every step as if he had springs in the soles of his sneakers. They were nice, squeezable melons, attached to one hot looking dude by the name of Mike. Miserably. Real careful.
He loves men. Jeff, an athlete, with handsome looking face of long muscular arms that could grab a hold of any man. He is tanned and has hazel nut colored eyes. Both of the hunks are 18 and they are going to their national service soon, thus, both strangers started going to the gym together.
In this story the waterpolo stud and I learn how important it is to be able to kiss the guy you love, hold hands and of course have passionate love. Playing with each others cocks is also part of what makes life a dream come true.
This story is about me and Gary in the hot tub. My name is Vince and I'm 6' tall, and weigh about 192lbs. I have dark brown eyes and black hair. I am gay, and am very experienced. Gary is one of my best friends. He is about 5' 9" tall, and weighs about 176lbs. He is well toned, and works out quite often, but not so much as to make him really muscled.
When we first met, we briefly toyed with the idea of moving in together but soon learned that the only thing we had in common was sex. Once we established we were better pals than lovers, we would get together about twice a month & to fuck our brains out, all in the name of friendship! I'm not in love with Rick. I'm in lust with the man.
It wasn't as easy to find someone as I thought. There were many who seemed just to want to talk, exchange pictures and naughty cams on MSN. I almost gave up hope when about three times I arranged to meet someone and they didn't turn up. I felt absolutely gutted and realized I had been taken for a ride, that they were only using me on the net for their own kinky ends.
It was a comfortable place with a deck, right on the beach. I moved in and sat on the deck admiring all the eye candy in speedos walking by. I noticed a young guy who was very thin walking by in oversized cut off jeans. They hung so low on him that I could see his dark bush at the top of his jeans.
Not many people went there, and if I hung out in the mens room, occasionally I got to suck cock. One afternoon, a slightly chubby guy with medium brown hair about 25 came in and watched me sitting on the toilet stroking my cock. He came over to me and started stroking me and playing with my balls. He had a really nice touch and got between my legs and sucked my cock.
He could have made a better impression on the extras, but instead he ordered them out of the area. Grayson stood his ground and watched as the man before him walked up to several groups of people and had them stand off to the sides of the main set. As he watched his eyes began to size him up to his surprise, as he had not given this guy much though previously to this moment.
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