"Eric, Honeyboy!, where do you think you're going?"
Damn! Brad was supposed to be gone by now. I quickly wrapped my towel around my waist, hoping that the only thing he saw was my naked ass. It was no use to run, even though it was the sensible thing to do, given a choice between fight or flight.
The football game ended at least 2 hours earlier and I had just finished drying the last batch of towels before deciding to take a shower myself. Being the student manager of our highschool football team takes more of my time than I anticipated. After showering, the boys just drop their towels on the benches or the floor. One of my duties is to launder them before locking up and heading home for the night.
Despite the long hours, I like this job because it gives me an opportunity to be part of the team. At five six and 98 pounds soaking wet, I've given up my dream of playing football. There is one guy on the team who is also five six but he weighs 185 pounds.
Brad is a senior and a defensive tackle, big enough to start on any division one college team in the nation. Ever since the season started, he seems to have taken a sexual interest in me. Up to this point, I'd been able to fend off his advances. Not that I wanted to, mind you, it's just that he is so huge, he scares me. Not only is he the biggest guy on the team, his nuts are huge and his cock is obscenely long and thick.
Many the nights, I sat alone in my room and wondered what it would be like to have him enter me. I was certain that it would hurt.. but I didn't care. Just to feel this big guy pumping his load of manseed up my rectum was a total turn-on. I wanted him to take me, make me his pussyboy. I wanted to be ordered about... told to drop to my knees and make love to his manhood. I would never be as big and strong as him and knew that my place was to worship him... kiss his balls... lick the shaft of his cock from base to tip. I wanted him to take me in his muscular arms and fuck me up against a wall... wrap my legs around his waist and watch his eyes as he supports me on his gigantic cock. I want him to rut like a stallion, use me as his mare, impregnate me... make me scream with pain and pleasure. I dream of being his willing servant... cook his food, wash his dishes and clothes.
Exactly why he seems to have fixated on me, I haven't been able to figure out. Girls follow him everywhere and he could have just about any of them he wanted. Funny though, I've never seen him with the same one twice. It almost seems like he has a mission to date every girl in the school, at least once. It probably is the large lump in his pants that make them swoon over him. Can't say that I blame them because I first became attracted to him for the same reason. As I said, I don't know what he sees in me though. I guess Brad just likes little boys like me more than girls, simple as that!
Everybody knows everybody and everybody knows all the cops. It was a Sunday morning. I was driving home pissed off at my boss for having to get up early Sunday morning to work. Stupid me, I sped past the police department going 20 MPH faster than I should have been. Sure enough, a squad car was just pulling out. He flashed his lights as he pulled behind me. I cursed and pulled over.
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.
The elevator started back up than stopped between the 3rd and 4Th floor. The maintenance man called down and said it would be about an hour until it was moving again. So I started to talk with this guy who said his name was Brian and I told him my name John and we made small talk for a little bit. I asked him where he was going who he was looking for. I can not wait.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
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.
Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I've been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin, the big meat company, and I certainly wasn't complaining.
I just took the red-eye non-stop from Fort Lauderdale. The trip took about three hours. But I knew that in just a couple of hours, it would have all been worth my while. I reached the main terminal and scanned the room. There wasn't many people around at this time of day. But the person I was looking for was there. As promised, I was wearing a pair of black jeans and a neon-orange t-shirt.
It's the hottest place in town. You have to know a member to get in. That's how the management get away with the raunchiest performances that go all the way. We've got to know Mario who works out the routines and the music for his horny stripper guys. He's nearly seventy now but he is young at heart. His routines are the sexiest that I've ever seen or heard about. Dave's a straight Bottom.
At a gay bar a guy walks up and asks me "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?". I tell him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night since I had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht.
To some the Big Apple became a baked apple. I was away and missed the worst of the heat - not that I mind the it all that much. What the heat does do, however is to make the arrival of fall, all the more welcome. Autumn, for me, is the smell of burning leaves, fresh donuts, crispy apples. cider and rosy cheeks. The 26+ mile run enhances the city's image as a place for watching and looking.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
Was studying in the library when Mark decided to sit down next to me. We end up studying together for hours and then he suggest we head over to his place. Some problem with the heating causes his place to be scorching hot. He immediately strips down to just his Champion shorts, popping off his sweatshirt, tee, shoes, and socks. I look at his body.
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.
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.
So there I was, in the United States Marine Corps, with two more years to go before my discharge. There's a transfer to Japan in my hands. I was really excited to be going there. But when I first got there I found the accommodations less than desirable. Let's just say, I'd rather have a tent in the woods than sleep in the quarters that I was assigned. I gave my friend Brent a call. Still do.
As I lugged the final load to my car, I had to reflect on the muscle-fucking experiences I had during this past year. All of those hot bodies in the weight room and the occasional stare that turned into a blow job in the locker room. Men who loved the feel of my boner up their tight asses.
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.
The note said that he should not change after the game. It was finally time. He had been looking forward to this for such a long time. The note did not spell it out, but he knew it was time he knelt down to wrap his mouth around his friends dick.
One particular day, I was sitting in my hotel room naked and beating my 8-1/2" cock while construction workers repaired the hotel work just outside my room. They're really hot but there is one especially that makes me want to cum. He's a gorgeous 6'2" blonde hunk and he just took off his shirt to wipe his chest and his brow as he's covered in sweat. He tastes salty!
My first week becomes a blur of wailing sirens, speeding squad cars and cold revolvers coupled with the realization that my youthful good looks and trim, uniform-clad body had drawn the attention of the others officers. But, I fail to realize exactly what it is my ruggedly handsome partner has in mind when he clasps my strong thigh in a comradely way.
I stood at the entrance to the showers, naked except for the tiny towel that I just secured tightly around my middle. Brad stepped out from behind a row of lockers, clad only in his jockstrap. He had the strangest look on his face, nostrils flared with pure lust in his eyes. My eyes traced down to the thick matting of black hair covering his chest and followed the trail to his stomach where it disappeared into the elastic band of his white cotton supporter. I gasped when I saw the material covering his crotch, tented at an odd angle. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to it.
"See something you like, Honeyboy?"
He called me 'Honeyboy' from the first day of football practice. Despite my small stature, I have a shapely ass... or so I've been told. I have to be careful when I lean over to pick up a towel. It seems a ritual developed where the football players playfully smack my ass every chance they get. It really bothered me in the beginning but now I just accept it as part of the job. Truth known, it feels good and I've fantasized about being naked and passed from one hunky athlete's lap to the next for my daily ass smacking.
"Come over here, Honeyboy, and unwrap my cock. You know you want it. I've seen the way you look at him. He wants those hot lips of yours around him, kissing his balls and licking his long shaft. Drop that towel so I can get a look at what you have. You've seen everyone naked on the team but nobody has ever seen your hot booty. That's about to change right now!"
He didn't wait for an answer or for me to walk toward him. Next thing I know, he was standing next to me and ripped the towel away from my tiny body. My boysized cock sprang to attention at his overt act of ownership. He had to feel that I belonged to him, else he would have asked my permission before stripping me like a 3 year old at bedtime.
I stood there shaking like a scared little boy. I haven't felt this vulnerable since my Dad pulled off my pajama bottoms for a well deserved spanking. At that moment, I felt like a little boy again. Brad is bigger and more powerful than my Dad and I knew that if he chose to spank me it would hurt a lot more. I doubted if spanking is what he had in mind. I feared the worst!
"Please Brad...", I begged. "Please let me go... you're bigger and more powerful than me! Please don't fuck me, I'm too little and skinny to take it. Don't treat me like your slut... your pussyboy. Don't order me to my knees and make me suck your huge cock."
Brad just stood there in amazement. He hadn't expected this kind of reaction from me.
"Geez, don't freak out on me Eric! I thought you liked me Honeyboy. I only wanted to tell you that I like you too. Go... take your shower... I'll leave now that I realize I was wrong!"
He turned and started walking away.
"I lied to you Brad. please don't go... let me show you how much I need to worship you. I dream about you every night."
He turned around and I dropped at his feet. I leaned over and kissed them, first one then the other. As I lay there making love to his toes, he released his jockstrap and let it fall to his ankles. Looking up from his feet, his legs were like twin palm trees. His balls resembled ripe coconuts hanging from a thick, branchlike cock. I shinnied my way up his hairy legs, kissing and licking his ankles, knees and thighs.
I got on my feet and nuzzled my nose under his balls, inhaling the pungent musk scent. He grabbed my ears and pulled me tight to his nutsack. I almost passed out from lack of oxygen when he forced my nose between his hairy sacs. He released his tight grip, giving me a chance to inhale and clear my head.
I washed his balls thoroughly with my grateful tongue before moving on to the base of his cock. It was no longer perpendicular to his body. My tongue action had caused it to harden and point directly to the ceiling. Ten inches of hard cock was waiting for me to traverse. I felt his hands move under my armpits, helping me up to lick the underside of his shaft and suck the slick-wet helmet into my mouth.
My neck and jaws ached because his cockhead was so large that it filled my mouth to capacity. The sweet taste of his precum was better than I had imagined. I managed to swallow it, only to be rewarded with more as it leaked from his piss slit. I heard a deep, guttural moan but wasn't sure if it came from me or him.
Then I was literally swept off my feet. He cradled me in his arms like a baby and walked into the first stall of the showerroom. He let me down on my feet and stood back a few paces, fixing his stare on my 4, very hard inches. I blushed, thinking that he might laugh because his is so much bigger than mine.
He surprised me by saying, "It's beautiful and the perfect size."
"Now turn around and let me see the rest of you!"
My legs were wobbly but I did as he commanded.
I could feel him staring at my bubble butt for what seemed like an eternity.
"Your ass is beautiful too", he said, causing me to blush more.
He turned on the water and steam began to fog my vision. I felt his hands touch my asscheeks and then a burning sensation as he began probing my rosebud with his thick, soapy fingers. I don't know how many fingers he had inside me but it felt like all 10. I moaned as he massaged my prostate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. When he removed his fingers, I experienced an emptiness like never before. I wanted him to continue ravaging me, taking what now belonged to him!
Just as I was about to beg him to continue, he turned me around to face him. His soaped his impossibly long and hardened cock from top to bottom. When he had it fully lathered, he drew me toward him and put his forearms under my thighs. Just like in my dreams, I grabbed the back of his neck and held on, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walked me toward the far wall, away from the spray and leaned forward, pressing my back against the cold tiles. Somehow he managed to bounce me around until his cock found it's mark. I leaned back, allowing his cockhead to stab my quivering, sudsy ass pucker. His mouth covered my Adam's apple as he let the weight of my body suck his 10 inch pole inside me. I felt his teeth scrape my throat and chin until he took my mouth with his. His tongue worked inside and pumped with the same rhythm as his cock inside my ass. This giant of a man bounced me up and down on his fuckstick. He owned me, making me his cunt, his pussyboy and I loved every second of it.
I felt him sink to his knees and turn me away from the wall. My head and back were now flush on the shower floor. I released the grip that I had with my legs around his waist. He grabbed my feet and bent me backwards but continued to plow my ass with a steady, powerful, fucking motion. I groaned with each forward thrust as he unmercifully took me to heights of sexual pleasure that I never knew existed before. Finally, I felt him stop and hold on while he unleashed a torrent of manseed in my colon. The weight of his upper body almost cut off my breathing as he lay there emptying his seed inside me. I felt so privileged.... so special... this big senior had chosen me, a lowly freshman, to be his fucktoy.
Then it was done!
He let go of my feet and stood up. I lay there on the floor as, once again, he towered over me. He smiled and held his spent cock in both hands, releasing a torrent of piss on my chest, neck and face. For some perverse reason, this was the best part for me. It was like he was marking me, claiming my body as his possession. The pungent odor of his piss entered my nostrils but smelled better than the finest perfume money could buy.
When he finished, he shook the final drops from his cock and reached down, helping me up on my feet. He directed me under the hot spray and soaped my little body, stopping often to hug me closer to his hairy body.
When he finished, he handed me the bar of soap and I was given permission to wash my man. After both of us had a rinse, he carried me like a small child outside to the towel table. He laid me on my back and swaddled me in several clean towels. I watched as he dried himself off. His cock never went down to more than half-mast the whole time. He told me to lay still and walked over to his locker. He returned with some baby powder and sprinkled it on my ass, cock and balls. I felt warm and secure when he carried me to my locker and dressed me like my Dad used to do, years ago.
When he pulled up in front of my house, I told him that my parents might be watching us. I felt so proud when Brad kissed me goodnight, almost as if I was his girlfriend or something.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Honeyboy", he said.
I came out to my parents that night and they were very supportive. Brad proclaimed his love for me to his parents and the football team. I stopped being the team manager because Brad said he was jealous when the other players swatted my ass. I didn't mind because he promised to spank me when I was bad. I was usually bad at least once a week!
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.
At my first job after college I start hannging out with a guy at work, Trent. I finally find the courage to ask him out for dinner. One thing leads to another.
For a while now I had been curious about what it would be like being with another man but never acted on it. So I went looked for the M4M chats. Needless to say there were quite a few so into order to narrow them down, I looked for rooms that pertained to the area where I live. Finally I found a couple.
One evening, I went to swim about 10PM. Very few people were around so I had the place to myself. When I was done, I went to the locker room and then to the showers. A few minutes later, an Asian guy came in and stood at the shower across from mine. He was very thin and smooth, but had a thick black bush and a large hard cock. He noticed me looking and kept on showering. I said I wouldn't min.
He had caught my interest with his picture but there was also something else I could not quite figure out. Anyway we sent e-mails to each other and as luck would have it I was going to be working down near where he lives. We made an arrangement that he would SMS me on the Monday to make arrangements to meet. By 9pm I had given up on Matt ringing me and was feeling horny but down in the dumps.
My sexual desires are quite normal. Nothing kinky, no animals, but just normal stuff, but I love phone sex. This is the story about me and this 26 year old guy with a fat 10 inch cock!
The cordless phone haphazardly lying right next to me in bed rudely awakened me. Not the sound you want to hear after a long hard night of partying with the boys. Not out of the norm for a 21-year-old college student, "Hello"? I grumbled into the receiver. "Wake up Collin, it's 11 o'clock for God's sake!" Ryan said jokingly. I slipped off my CK's and started the water. Fuck, I needed that.
How can anyone suck a cock so badly? In all my years, and there are more and more of them, never. well, actually, three times before. but, they were all by the same bloke (sort of rhymes with choke). is he deaf (as well as blindfolded? I didn't see any ear plugs or taste any)? Couldn't he hear "watch your teeth, you lousy cocksucker".
m. in the evening, and it's been a long hot day. I had arrived that afternoon, and the journey from the airport to the hotel was very long. It was nice to be back, and the hotel was cool and welcoming. You arrived at reception and asked for me, and soon you were at the door. Warm smiles, both of us pleased to meet at last, after the many messages by e-mail. Later, we shall eat. You hesitate.
Having a bird's-eye view of the assorted fat guys meant enjoying an interesting perspective of the rounded bellies below. I was getting tired of standing there and considering a trip to the Food Fair when an impressively developed specimen came into my view. My eyes followed him to the escalator....
He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen. It was then I realized I was staring at him.
The 2 guys in this room are both jocks. Tall, lean hard bodies. I'm really horny and I hear 1 of the guys in the shower. I decide to hide in his closet so I can look out the slats in the door when he gets out of the shower and jerk off while he dresses. He comes into the room just as I hide in his closet.
Brian, one of my co-workers, asked if I had out of town company coming. I told him my landlord was painting my apartment on Friday, and I had to find somewhere else to spend the weekend. Brian said if I don't mind sharing a small cramped apartment, I could stay with him. I thanked him and asked if it would be an inconvenience.
Both of the chairs were taken so the only place to sit was next to an average looking guy, somewhere between 35 & 45. In the looks department, I'd have to say he was slightly above average because he had that look that made you think he must've been pretty hot looking during his prime.
My first semester was a very confusing time for me; it was the first time I'd been away from home for any considerable length of time, and it was the first time I was confronted with my burgeoning sexuality. Now I was away at college, 500 miles from home. Jeff was the first one I met.
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.
This program the Army where they "improve" your body, in exchange for six years' service. In the case of Kevin I did not understand how they could improve anything. He was already perfect, but I was soon to discover one thing that got improved or should I say grew.
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.
I had just walked after a rough day at work. I loosened my tie and flopped on down on the couch. My roommate Kate told me that Joe called while I was out. She told me that he wanted me to come over tonight, said he had a favor to ask.
The Panthers had knocked the Flyers out of the Stanley Cup playoffs. It was almost a shutout, except for one goal on the Flyers' part. Just as I was walking into the locker room, I noticed a few players from the varsity ice hockey team watching me with what looked like evil grins on their faces.
The thin trails of smoke that drifted towards the ceiling were only a hint of the haze that would form once Happy Hour was in full swing. The murmurs of those already there were not yet enough to drown out the tinkle of ice in glasses or the soft rock coming through the sound system. There were still empty stools now, but it wouldn't be long before the place would be filled to capacity.
Taking the job as the training assistant for the local football team introduces me to Chad. Chad stood about six foot two, brown eyes, light complexion and a swimmers' build with gorgeous blond hair.
Three of us aspiring athletes were running the track. Garth, Dale, and I all competed aggressively against each other. We were all working hard to get our adolescent bodies in shape for our respective athletic teams. We were all loaded with testosterone, each wanting to show up the other. We pushed ourselves as hard as we could, each wanting to be the best jock of the threesome.
In my senior year I decided I would try out for football. I did so cause I had done just about everything else and there were some really hot guys I thought I could connect with. One hot classmate in particular had told me I should try out and I did so cause there seemed to be a promise of some hot times to come. Anyway, I went to the tryouts and the coach ended up accepting me.
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