"What a sweet little hole you have, ensign. Did anyone ever tell you that?"
"Yes, sir. Often, sir."
"Well you should be told often. You have a perfect ass. Built for comfort. I have been needing a good fuck for the longest time. You have been sent to me as if as a gift from heaven."
"Tighten your ass around my dick, sailor. Squeeze my big dick inside your hot hole."
"Yes, sir."
"That's it, sailor. That's perfect." And he began to saw in and out in a steady rhythm as I made the noises a boy makes when he is getting fucked. "What a great ass. What a great ass. Made for fucking? You like my big dick in your hot hole, sailor?"
For a long time since my first having sex with a man, I had been fantasizing about being with different men. I never have chose to label myself as either gay or straight, but always tried to keep my adventures my secret. One night, after a party, I wasn't in the mood to sleep, so I bumped around on-line for a while. Eventually I found my way into the local gay chat room.
The weather was warm, but most people were at work. It was a school day, so the younger people weren't around. There had been a lot of dead fish that washed up on the beach from a bacterial issue in the water, so the beach was almost deserted. I sat in the sun for a while, then went to the mens room to shower the sand off me.
His dad had just helped him to move into his room that he would be sharing with another guy for the school year. The guy on the reception desk had told Joey that he would be sharing with a new guy to the school by the name of Sandy. Suddenly the door flew open with a bang. The two guys looked each other up and down. Sandy's track suit revealed a huge package.
As a boy he grew up in a small town. The suburb he lived in with his parents was near a nudist beach. As a child he went down the beach playing in the water with his brother and friends. When he was around the age of 13. He soon understood that guys walked around naked and occasionally women would sun bake naked too.
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.
Once I finally arrive at the front door, the wife and kids take my time until I finally crash at the end of the day in a big bed by myself. The wife may keep me busy, but she does nothing to keep me happy, and we haven't slept together in years. Hell, that's why I started looking at men in the first place
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.
"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.
I was just conferred my rank as corporal when the company was sent three new recruits. We were stationed in Germany, about 3 miles from the Danish border, and so Americans were few and far between. I found more hot and horny German boys that American boys did little to interest me.
for a little fun and games. This is the story of my last trip there this past May. My flight was late, as usual, so I didn't get into the theatre until after 10:00 pm. Didn't really matter as there was not much activity happening. I went to both rooms showing videos and watched each for a short period and also checked out the men who were there. He was a talented cocksucker.
I like it there because they have a free pool table and it's a great way to meet people without having to take them home first. So as I was lining up my shot, I noticed that at the other end of the bar, tucked away in the corner behind the stairs was an old fashioned barber chair and sitting in it was a man with the hugest dick I'd ever seen. It must have been 10 inches.
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....
They paid the expenses so what did I have to loose. I packed everything that I owned in a '72 Chevelle (that shows how much I owned) and headed south! I arrived two days later at the apartment my company had arranged for me. It was like a scene from Paradise Island.
I was taking the subway home, and found myself alone in the subway car. It was 2:30am and at the next stop, a thin guy in his 30's got on and sat across from me. He was wearing a tee shirt and gym shorts. As we rode, I looked him over. He had hairy legs and from the way he was sitting I could look up his shorts and could see his cock resting against his leg.
I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
For the record, it was not *the* military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was *a* military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents.
We started chatting on-line because our IDs indicated we lived in the same area, and sure enough, he lived about two blocks from me. The conversation was relatively innocuous - the neighborhood, various BBS' and so on - until I made a "pronoun slip" and he picked up on the fact that I was into guys. I transmitted my description, which he said he liked, and he sent me his.
Tom and Drew find out that they would both consider doing something with another guy, but who would have thought that the pool talk would actually turn into some sexy hardcore action. Who sucks who? Who fucks who?
"Yes, sir. I do. I love your big dick in my hot hole."
"Then fucking say so. I want to hear how much you enjoy my plowing your tight little sailor ass. Let me hear a little appreciation."
"Oh god, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for fucking my ass. I love your big cock inside of me, sir. I love to feel your dick reaming my back passage. Give it to me. Give it to me. I want you to shoot your hot cum deep inside my belly where it will absorb into my tissues and you will become a part of me forever. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little boy."
"Yes, baby. Daddy is fucking his little boy. Daddy is about to shoot his big hot load into his baby's tight little ass. Suck out my older sperm, boy. I need room to make some new sperm. Suck it out with your ass."
I actually got my rectal muscles to suck on his cock as he ravished me.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH," he crowed. It was shooting into me now. The hot insistent rhythmic military spurts. I was cleansing him of his older sperm. It was part of me now. I reached down under me and grabbed my dick. I was so excited feeling his seed pour into me, that I knew I was going to shoot myself. I could have shot without even touching myself, but I was so insanely turned on that I began whacking away at my prick until I had spilled my own older sperm out onto the Captain's couch."
"Good man," said the Captain. And then he kissed me on top of my head. No one had ever kissed me before. I was really in love with this man. The little boy in the sailor suit had finally found his natural father.
Months have passed. We are all still locked up on this battleship. Men without women. Cocks without pussies. But I have kept a lid on things. Passions have not exploded. Sexual frustration has not made the USS Pittsburgh a hellhole. Because on this ship there is a gay guy who sucks the cocks of all the straight sailors. Who lets the straight sailors fuck his ass, and release their frustration and passion along with their older sperm into his thirsty receptacle. They are happy and I am happy. I love all my sailor buddies. Skip, and Jack, and Murphy, and so many, many others. But most of all I love the man who has worked his way into my heart as a daddy. My wonderful Captain Hutchins, who caresses me and fucks me, and yes even kisses my hungry lips as my legs are wrapped around his waist as he is banging me. I am so very happy to be still wearing my sailor suit. And I am so very happy to be always taking it off.
First let me describe myself. I am 5 11 155 lbs 18 years old runners build and a 7 cut cock. My parents took me first to France to see Paris. So hear I am on a subway train riding it through Paris with this nicer looking adult male behind me who has been checking me out the whole ride and moving closer and closer to me. he than pulls my shorts down just enough to access my crack and my hot hole.
I sat in my office today hard as hell. I wanted to fuck U so bad. I can usually get off in my office but it was rather busy today. So I left the office for a min today. I went to a park. I parked my truck where no one could see me, I had on a pull over Tommy shirt & some Khaki Tommy Pants. Then I pulled it out! My mind filled with dirty little thoughts of us fucking right there in the open.
I should never have taken this job. What the hell was I thinking taking a job at a fricking boxing gym!? A' course I'm going to screw it up. Jesus! A' course I'm suss. I do look like a frickin' perve. No wonder they are confronting me about looking at them. I can't help it. They are just so hot guys.
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.
"Live and let live" was definitely the motto in the formerly elegant, now run-down neighborhood. He planned on enjoying the few weeks before his job began at the aircraft plant. He looked forward, too, to working alongside all those men. Jerry met Casey late one might when he was moving in. I'm moving in.
We moved together nose to nose, we both tilted our heads to the right slightly and our lips made contact. I opened my mouth licking his lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues touched, I continued to invade and explore his mouth with my tongue. I moved my hands up around his back, and he did the same, pulling each other closer.
I went to the small local lumber yard to get some 2x4's and other miscellaneous items. When I got there, there was a cute youngish guy (twenties) working, Jason. He offered to help me find what I needed. I told him what I was doing and what I needed. He said that we would need to drive to the next lot to get some of the pieces. He let me ride with him in his pickup. He looked at me funny.
the fact that he was 23 years old, and an Italian cugine from Staten Island kept more than the merchandise he was buying on my mind, but I didn't think anything would come of it, since from all reports, he was a real straight arrow. Nice Guy, I was gonna make a play for him. I made a big deal about one gay computer service I'm on, and finally maneuvered him into asking what was on it.
When I was a sophomore in college, I had hardly fooled around at all with any guys, even though I knew I wanted to. I must never have given off the gay vibe since although I was good looking and had a nice body. I used to working out with my roommates on the varsity crew team. Nobody EVER hit on me, and I was too shy or tense or whatever to put the moves on anyone else.
You're making your way down the hall. Your steps are decidedly strong. Purposeful. I know what you're expecting of me. I won't let you down. You open the door in the room next to mine. You unzip your jeans and massage your dick through your boxers. You brush past a spot of wet fabric. You realize that your oozing pre-cum. My mouth is starting to water. Sometimes, I wonder what your name is.
My first slave boy was a rare and wonderful find, and I'm forever grateful for the time we had together. The following is reminiscent of those days. He was the perfect little slave: preparing my meals, doing my laundry and playing the part of Daddy's cum slut so fabulously. I loved to hear him make noise, his enticingly feminine alto revealing his desire.
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.
I couldn't and still can't really believe it happened. I live in an entirely Italian neighborhood, complete with your big-shot teen street gangs. Everybody is real cool though, and no-one really messes in anyone else's business. There's just something about a smooth Italian chest that really turns me on.
We had been here for over six months, and there wasn't even a hint in the air that any of us would ever be relieved or furloughed within the next hundred years or so. It was a tense situation. We knew that at any moment we could be involved in a scuffle or a war. That we could even get bombed. We were just sitting ducks out here.
Will and Harry were lovers and both had a younger brother each. As they catch the little bros having sex, they decide it is a great opportunity to join. This is going to be one hot foursome.
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 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.
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
Why? Who knows, but I did. So did several of my buddies. Prior to that, I had a normal teenage life. You know; school, trying to get laid, chores, trying to get laid, dances, trying to get laid. Anyway, I was pretty willing to try most sexual thing. On several occasions, my next door neighbor and semi-best friend Tommy would sneak into the room over his garage and look at Penthouse magazine.
When I started high school I found myself dreaming about boots as I rubbed my crotch. . Next I found the joy of masturbating while fantasizing about being under the domination of men or boys in big black boots. Since x-rated movies and adult shops were still off limits, I fed my boot lust by watching war movies. I was really turned on by army commandos kicking and stomping their way to victory.
I had been there about a year and had about a year to go. My girlfriend and I were going through some hard times, she was back home in Missouri and was going through the whole separation anxiety thing, I guess. I was doing just fine. I'm a Sergeant in the Air Rescue unit so I'm stacked. I'm about 6 foot 3 inches, Wide shoulders and extremely toned. I had heard it was fucking hot.
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