Why I never wrote of the absolute Indian looking Mexican, is mysterious. High cheek bones, large long faced, long flat sided nose, black straight hair, huge eyes. He was all native. Native natural beauty. He ignored me in the hall but left his booth door open as I walked down the hall and silently welcomed me as I walked in his booth. He was so macho, I was surprised he allowed me in there. He was so traditionally straight looking and acting it was a shock to me.
I rubbed his cock through his pants as he watched the movie. He allowed it. I rubbed it until he got hard. I also rubbed his ass in the back. He didn't allow that. After he got hard, I undid his pants and massaged his cock in his shorts. After a short time, I started pulling his shorts down. He stopped me and turned me away from him. Then he started rubbing my ass. I had light summer pants on. So his rubs were very personal and well felt. He pulled my pants down and stuck his cock which was up hard, sticking straight out, pulling his shorts tight, at my asshole. He thrust and hit the mark the first time and actually partially entered my ass ring with his shorts over it. He handled me very muscularly, strong. It was a thrill. It was a thrill to feel his cock enter my asshole though not very deep because of our clothes. He pumped his cock at me several times holding my hips and once reaching around grabbing my cock through my shorts. He was hot! I got hot. Then he pulled his cock back and stuck his finger in my asshole in the same manner. He had me all ready to go. I turned to him, got down and he let me suck his cock through his knit shorts but would n't let me take it naked. I wanted it so bad. He stuck it way in my mouth with the shorts draggin' my lips.
He then pulled out, ignored me and surprisingly pulled his cock out in the open to jack it. It was quite fat and 7" long. He even let me jack his hard hot cock as long as I stood up next to him, but he pushed me away if I got down. So I stood there, one hand on his ass, looking down at that hot ethnic Indian face as I jacked him. He came all over the shelf in big gobs. He was hot and thankful. I was so thankful that he had let me in with his being so manly, his trying to fuck me with our shorts on. He actually getting his cock head in my ass lips. A thrill. As he came I bent over to get a good look at his beautiful cock. He had kept it clothed so long I was further thrilled to finally see it naked, see his great hefty balls, see his crotch hair and the tender look of his light skinned thighs as they connected under his cock and balls.
I'll never forget him and will always hope to meet this natural beauty Indian macho again. The Indian that came straight out of the Mayan country. The Indian that was hot to fuck me in the ass in a sultry dry hump manner. Loved it.
I had recently moved to a new apartment that didnt have a phone like and it was driving me mad. Before after work i'd settle down at my computer automatically unzip myself and start cruising a few chat rooms. I'm a 24 y/o not very experienced very closet bi guy. Always fantasised about being with a guy but only ever had the guts to go through with it once.
I drove downtown, planning on goinog to a theater I knew of. As I drove past, looking for a parking spot, I saw a closed sign in the lobby. Being that it wasn't quite 2 am, I was surprised as I thought it was a 24 hour theater. On my way home, I took a wrong turn (I always get lost downtown) and ended up in a part of the city I'd never been before.
He's about 5'11", has short brown hair and brown eyes that will rock your world if he smiles at you. Brian and I are in the same service organization at the medium sized university I attend in the Mid-West. He's the classic "farm-boy" stud, only he isn't a redneck.
I was goalie and well lets say most hockey players are sexy. Like always some of us shower after games and practices. "By the way im Mark 18 years old and im one of them punk kids you stay away from in school. SO as you can imagine im not loved by all. But i am cute. Standing five foot nine and two hundred ten pounds of goalie muscle. The rest is for you to imagine. (or so i thought).
I've been in pursuit of such organs for years, and here is the story of my "first time" with a really big one, and still one of my best memories. I had the opportunity to write this down recently, and thought I'd post. I discovered then that I had a fetish for big cocks and loved everything about them.
I was a bit nervous placing an ad on the Internet looking for satisfaction for this fantasy, but after a brief email relationship with Bill, the only respondent, I felt ready to go through with it. I now had a guy who was going to let me do this, then I'll never have to seem him again after that.
It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
It had been three days ago that he asked me to accompany him to "an event" at Club Rub, but mentioned nothing about what the event was. Any kind of sexual experience with Duncan was for me sufficient motivation to go long with him on this. I was right, but in ways I could not then have imagined.
Of course, I'd wanted to go to a City, but as the spring moved along, I realized I'd be lucky to go anywhere. Finally, I was offered a job in a small South Dakota town. Right on the edge of nowhere at all, population 3,200. I'd be teaching Freshman and Junior English, geography, U. S. Just a small U-Haul.
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.
I've been gay for a while, I've known that. But now, one individual held my attention constantly. He had moved here a few years ago, and he had quite a history. Born in Mexico, had lived in nine different exotic areas, including Hawaii, Cancun, and Spain. He also spoke English, essentially flawless, but with a mild accent that makes my cock jump. Oh, he's a Latino.
Mr. Kim was finally finished with his evening meetings, and the darken streets of Philadelphia became his only chance for escape. In Korea, he would have went straight home to his wife and son, quietly ate dinner, read the paper and went to bed, to stare at the ceiling till the whole thing started over the next day. It could never be spoken though. Not in Korea. He wanted to be controlled now.
As I came I felt myself dirty, thinking about so kind of sex. I decided to go to by some cigarettes in the store close to my house. I went out in shorts and t-shirt, which I wore at home. I was still pretty far from the gas station store, but I could see, that they are working these two guys from Tunizia. Closer I've got, more hard was my dick.
Jason and Kershaw were college roommates. Both were straight, good-looking, well-built athletes, Jason was white of Irish descent, Kershaw was black. They got along well and often dated the same chicks, which tended to be co-eds that put out since neither of them were looking to fall in love, as young as they were.
I was in my third year at a small liberal arts college in South Carolina when I met Matt; he and I shot hoops together at the campus rec center. We became good friends over the course of that year so it was no surprise to me when he invited me to go home with him for a weekend visit. Matt lived a few hours away from the college in a rural, backwoods part of the state.
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