I felt Mark move his hands from my waist once again. And the fingers fumbling desperately with my jeans. I grasped hold of his head once again, filling his mouth with my tongue, allowing our juices to flow between our mouths as he undid each button on my pants, one by one. He reached his hand in and cupped my balls. The tight material of my boxer briefs stretched over my straining groin. My balls were clenched even tighter as Mark fondled them. My dick pulsed with the strain of my erection as a damp spot turned into a wet patch as I started to leak my precum.
My jeans dropped to the floor. Mark broke our kiss and looked back at me once again. Weakly, I smiled at him. Unable to speak. Just grinning like a schoolboy getting his first sexual adventure. While this may not have been my first, it was certainly the most intense. Before this moment, sex had just been about sex. This was about so much more.
Mark moved his head down and took hold of my neck with his hands. His lips went to my flesh once more as he sucked and licked ensuring a huge love bite would soon appear. I'd have a hard time explaining that to the folks at home. Still I didn't care as he continued his journey downwards. His hands rubbed and played with every part of my body that his tongue still hadn't reached. His fingers played with my nipples before his mouth was clamped over each one in turn. Soaking them. His saliva dripped in rivulets down my body. My own hands clasped the back of Mark's head, never wanting this particular journey to end.
He rested his hands at the top of my thighs as he pressed his nose deep into my still covered crotch. Almost all of the front of my underwear was wet with my precum. It might have looked like I'd all ready shot a load in my pants, only for the fact that my dick still gave the game away by it's continued state of arousal. Strong arousal at that. And now, having Mark's face separated from my crotch only by the thinnest piece of material, that arousal was growing by the second.
Reaching his hands up to the waistband of my pants, Mark started to lick at the tip of my dick through my underwear. His tongue felt like a red hot poker on my over sensitive head. It felt like my precum was flowing straight out of my shaft and into his mouth through the cotton of my shorts. He began to peel the wet boxer shorts down. Slowly revealing my rock hard prick, pressed right up against my bush of black curls with my balls, a little hairy, clenched tight to the base of my shaft.
Even I could smell the odour of my own sex linger in the air as Mark pushed my shorts down to my ankles to join the heap of denim around my feet. A mixture of precum and freshly produced sweat as my cock and balls just had to endure being locked up inside my jeans.
Mark took hold of my throbbing shaft with both hands. He just knelt there for a while. I watched as he gently stroked my aching shaft with one hand. Just looking at it. My knob head was covered in a thin layer of sticky precum that continued oozing out of the tip. I could do nothing but look down at my best friend, his hands touching my prick.
I've been lucky enough to have had it a few times, but most of the time it's just me, a tube of K-Y, and a dildo. Last week, that changed for one incredible night. After a week of being horny every single day and having no opportunity to act on it, I found myself alone on a Friday night; no plans, no obligations, but some spare money and a raging appetite for cock.
I was hanging around on the beach in SC for a few weeks having a great time. I was tan and my green eyes really looked great. I don't think I'm built that bad and I wear a speedo suit most of the time. I was visiting myself and really couldn't help. He walked toward the beach restrooms and went on in.
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.
It seemed like forever, but finally he walked through the door. At least, I was pretty sure I knew who he was. We'd agreed to meet here to look each other over, and he was dressed as he had described.
After several days of chatting with this 58yo online, he trusted me with his home address and invited me over to his home. I indicated to him that i wanted to suck his cock with no return favor necessary. He was also a receiver and not a giver. I again, wanted to experience sucking on a steady basis, but did not want to have cum in my mouth.
I had not been to the city for almost a month, so decided to see what I could find on Saturday night. I am happy with a man's cock or ladies cunt being someone that is easy to please! I went to a adult theater that had several different screens in it.
It was about 2 in the morning, and I hadn't had any luck with the schmoes at the bar, so I decided to see if there was any cruising action going on at a local park. As I headed towards my car in the lot, I caught a glimpse of a white Mercedes sedan pulling in. Inside was the hottest black guy I'd ever laid eyes on. If I turned around now and went back in, it would be too obvious it was for him.
He was wearing a jock under his trademark tattered jeans, but the touch of his hand still excited him. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers under his hidden balls and began to stroke the meaty outline of his cock with the crook of his thumb. But not today. John had some definite plans.
My thoughts began to wander as the Sergeant went over how to fill out all of the Forms. I was impressed with this man. He had dark hair and eyes, and told us he was from Guam. I wondered if I had made the right choice about enlisting in the Army. I knew that it was going to be tough to be a Gay service member - I had lie to get in, but I wasn't sure how tough it was going to be.
Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger. He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules.
I had little money, however could usually find a good time wherever I went. The two mates I was traveling with had been together for a couple of months when I joined them about six weeks ago and we all got on well together. Michael was from southern England and was a good looking guy with the usual smooth pale skin, sandy hair and good body, as he played a lot of soccer at home.
God, it was fun though! Let me tell you about it diary so that I have it down in black and white to remember forever. Now, although I do love sex with men, I love sex with girls too, and not all my straight friends know about my gay side. Last night though, it all came out. Bill, Tim and Ben were over at the apartment I shared with Jeff, who was away.
I rested my hands on top of Mark's head. I ran my fingers through his hair. I felt his hot breath on my shaft. He moved his lips closer and closer to my dick. Inquisitively he pressed his pouting lips right on the head of my cock, smearing my juices across his mouth. I was looking down at him while he licked his lips. He looked back up at me with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. I could only grin back at him as I stroked his face one more time, mentally urging him to get on with what he'd started down there. He didn't need anymore prompting.
He placed the head of my engorged member inside his mouth, lips clasping around it. Mark swept his tongue over and around the head of my prick over and over again. I groaned out, throwing my head back as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed from the very tip of my prick all the way up my spine with each and every brush of his tongue. When he'd cleaned the head, Mark reached his hands around and felt up my ass. He squeezed my cheeks firmly. Kneading the soft skin before pushing me forward. He loosened the grip of his lips on my prick and allowed more and more of my shaft to move into his waiting mouth.
Looking down on him was a sight I'll never be able to get out of my memory. Just the view of Mark on his knees in front of me, pushing against my backside, willing more and more of my cock into his mouth is a vision that threatens to leave me with a permanent erection for the rest of my life. Here was this guy, my best friend, almost like a brother to me, this gorgeous hunk of a young man who, up until about half an hour ago, had me convinced of his total heterosexuality, on the floor giving head. Not just giving head, but giving head to me. The guy who had fantasised about this moment for at least the past half year.
My shaft stretched Mark's lips wide as he encouraged more and more of me deeper inside him. He managed to take about half of my seven inch rod in. I knew instinctively that this was his first time so I could hardly blame him for not diving straight in with the deep throat action. For me, this was good enough. Christ, for me, just a hand job from this guy would have been good enough. Mark pumped the remainder of my shaft that he hadn't managed to fit into his mouth whilst swirling his tongue up, down and around what he had swallowed.
His spare hand moved to my tightly clenched balls. His finger tips played with the hairs on my sac as he felt each one. My brain didn't know which sensation to deal with first. What about the tongue dipping right into my piss slit right now? How about the fingers carefully tracing the outline of one of my nuts? And then back to my dick as Mark follows the line of the big vein on the underside. What could I do except hold onto his short hair and moan and groan. If we had neighbours close to our cabin, there would have been no way they were sleeping tonight.
Whilst all this was going on, I glanced down at my buddy. Every once in a while he would let go of my balls and paw at his crotch through his jeans. Although his tongue was working over my dick like no other blowjob I'd had before, the sight of Mark being all locked up in his jeans, desperate to get out, was almost as bad as the desire I had to shoot a huge wad down his throat right there and then. So I stroked his stubbly cheeks and tipped his head back until he made eye contact with me. I swallowed. I was about to stop him from doing this. I was, albeit momentarily, going to stop the rhythmic motion of his tongue against my throbbing shaft. The short, sharp tingles as he lightly danced the tip of his tongue around the edge of my dick head, in the really sensitive part where the head and shaft meet. The daring way he would ever so gently scrape the very edge of his teeth against my throbbing member. He looked so cute down there. Looking up at me with those big brown eyes and half of my dick inside his throat.
I pulled his head up and he got the message. He pulled his mouth from off my shaft. It immediately slapped against my belly. Droplets of my precum mixed with Mark's saliva dripped onto the wooden floor.
Before I had a chance, Mark had reached for the buckle of his belt and was undoing his jeans. With the speed of an express train he'd unbuckled and unzipped and had his jeans off and thrown into the corner of the room. His was wearing plain white boxers. The outline of his dick was abundantly clear. The material had almost turned transparent as he, just as I had before, leaked what seemed like gallons and gallons of sweet juice into the cotton. I kissed him once more as my hand traced all seven and a half inches of Mark's prick. Underneath I could feel his balls, clenched tightly, as if being squashed for space by the size of his stiffy and the lack of space in his shorts. I soon sorted that out.
One day at training a gym day was made compulsory for our 2 month training schedule before we went to south africa on an athletics tour in the summer of 99. A few of us had stayed extra hours (most of the other guys had left around 9pm). Watching Peter pump iron was so sexy, turning me on incredibly.
The huge man had come out of nowhere, bashed his head with a stick, and had run off with Adam's backpack. He stood and swayed for a minute before cursing, wildly and deeply. And then he called the police. The police sergeant took the report and said they may get a result, they may not. In the meantime, Adam was reminded that walking on a dark street alone was a stupid thing to do.
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.
I mean it was in the bottom of the 9th inning and the girl next to me was standing and cheering and her breasts were swinging like crazy. She turned and hugged me as the game winning ball sailed over the fence and she giggled and squealed as she rubbed those tits into my tee shirt. My cock was bulging in my shorts and she just laughed and gave it a good squeeze.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
It's the place to be when your feeling nasty! Last Saturday around midnight, I was buzzed just the right amount and was horny as Hell. I drove over to the health club on the east side and upon pulling into the parking I noticed a lot of cars, meaning hot action! I pushed the buzzer to enter and finally the door opened to let me in. I say men off in the distance looking me over.
It was a humid day, not uncomfortable but warm enough for me to be wearing just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans cut off at the knees. When the doorbell rang I'd just finished getting something to eat and I was standing in the toilet taking a piss. I yelled to give me a sec in the direction of the door, leaning back slightly so I could see around the staircase and work out who it was.
I'm a white guy with blue eyes, age 35, 6 feet and a defined body. I was home with a black stud I just met on gay chatroom. He was a true bull, age around 40, more than 6 feet and probably 200 ponds of muscles, like the guys employed in the security for concerts or disco, shaved head and intense black eyes. We made rapid presentations, his name was Cary.
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.
He and his lover are into 3-ways and group sex, and I'd been to a couple of their wilder parties, so I had some idea what to expect. It turned out to be even better than that. When I arrived, they had everything all set up, and there were already a couple of people there. They had the living room set up with pillows all over the place and they had the VCR on with some hot tape going on.
Stefan had just brought Archie from his mansion to inspect the newly furbished summer house in his massive acreage Rubin's estate. Stefan knew that the lord was interested in him, beyond what was normal. The Lord had already said that he thought his broken English accent sex and very attractive.
Hey, it's mostly my fault I guess. At work they call me the Nerd. When I am out of the office on the road for my Company, I'm called THE GEEK, The Computer Geek. I guess if they knew I was gay, they would be calling me other things too. I don't really think I'm bad looking. I'm about 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 160. I got a 7 inch uncut cock. Dark blonde hair, and blue eyes.
He passed to row of lockers separating the washroom from the main corridor and pushed open the door. At the entrance was a row of sinks and then to the left was a row of urinals to the left and right followed by the cubicles. Ken immediately noticed all the graffiti and had started to read some of it when his eye caught sight of movement in the stall to his left.
All my straight friends were out on a date and here I sat in the dorm alone. I'd had the computer on. Chatting on two different gay sites and getting the usual how big are you, or asl (age sex location). What a drag. Then suddenly up pops a picture of the most drop dead gorgeous man I had every seen. With a profile no less. Not a native but certainly comfortable in my newly adopted home.
There was a free counseling center on campus, but the twenty-one year old senior needed to keep his "problem" a secret, even if that meant paying. Dustin would have to drop out of school if gossip got around. He would never survive the humiliation. Dustin was a clean-cut with wholesome good looks. He didn't seem at all like someone with a problem only a shrink could solve.
I checked out the wanted ads and nothing was available. I picked up an alternative newspaper and saw an ad for guys to appear in porn films. I'm a chubby guy and didn't think of myself as a porn star, but the ad said all body types needed, so I called and made an appointment. When I got to the office, I filled out an application and showed proof that I was 18.
Our internet chats had been so pleasurable that I once again thought of him while rolling the nipple of my foreskin between two fingers. I really enjoyed the sliding feeling as the big head moved around inside its hood. He was 53 and I was eight years older. Unlike me, he was married. I'd been divorced ten years.
We've been fuck buddies for many years. We started fooling around about a week after my 18th birthday. The next Saturday night we decided to work on my 8mm projector and get high again. In the Olden Days we didn't have DVD's or VCR's we had slides and film. We still managed to have a good time. He had smoked pot the first time at my birthday party and soon fell in love with it.
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