Asian Gay

For The Love of Indian Boys

2007-08-16T05:14:00.000-07:00

Quick Legs and I laugh at our new friend, Taller Shadow. He boasts of having 'done it!' With his face full of anger nd fists raised to us from our disbelief, the older boy steps behind the storage shed to relieve himself. Quick Legs starts pounding on the shed wall. I join him. We won't allow Taller Shadow to escape such a fantastic boast.

My young friend ends his pounding to peek around the corner at the boy. I'm amazed at his boldness. I taunt Taller Shadow to return to us. I want him to tell us how he 'performed' with a girl to see if his boast is true.

Quick Legs peeks some more and giggles. I wonder what the older boy is doing behind the shed? My young friend gasps. Taller Shadow steps out naked to us. His right hand clutches his front cloth while his other hand pulls over his growing erection. He grins at my young friend as if knowing of his naughty peeking.

"What are you doing?" Quick Legs asks.

I smile at my friend's innocent question. Taller Shadow remains silent though. The youth curiously turns to me but I'm too embarrassed to say anything. I thought that all boys knew how to get their aching poles to wet. It's very bold of Taller Shadow to be performing this in front of us. I've always handled myself alone in the woods. The boy's brazen display is exciting. We watch him excite himself further.

I timidly look over Taller Shadow's straining body. His shoulders are broad; his arms strong and beautiful in motion. Strength also shows in his breast and poised legs. He has a few dark hairs sprouting from his armpits and a crop grows above his dick. The rounded sac of his balls is almost a handful. He's kept on his rear cloth over his butt. Taller Shadow is still considered a boy in our tribe's eyes yet his body is nearly a man's.

Taller Shadow's fingers move quickly around his erection. He has a long, curved dick. The pink tip of it pops out ith each of his strokes. A wetness drips into his hand. He takes some up with his thumb and rubs it over the rest of his angry colored penis. He then begins a more violent act for us.
With fire in his eyes that seem to burn into me, Taller Shadow stabs through his clenched hand as if mounting a squaw. His butt humps in and out to the rhythm of a lustful drumbeat. Quick Legs glances at me with utter amazement filling his eyes. I know that the coming explosion will surprise my young friend even more.

"Why don't you join me?" asks Taller Shadow between breaths. "You seem old enough to make yours come out, Bright Leaf. You can handle your friend's little pole to show him the pleasure us older boys enjoy."

Quick Legs giggles nervously. I shake my head back and forth in reply. It's not that I'm afraid of trying. I don't want anyone to catch me handling myself or touching my friend's nakedness. We're not as bold as Taller Shadow.

"Let's go inside the storage shed," suggests the older boy. Seeing that I hesitate, Taller Shadow reminds us of our own naughty act. "I caught you being naked with your young friend in the outhouse." I lowermy head in embarrassment. His words bring me back to how this began.
Quick Legs and I had been exploring the far side of our reservation when we came upon an outhouse and a small storage shed. We were surprised by their discovery since there we no encampments nearby. Both were old structures. Their wooden walls were cracked and only an uncovered hole remained inside the outhouse. We made use of it.

It was the first time that we'd seen each other urinating. Our two yellow streams crossed above the hole. My young friend bore an erection. My own pole grew long from staring at his excitement. After we finished pissing, we stood silently and glanced at each other. I felt that Quick Legs wanted to try something with me so I dropped my breechclout and turned to him. His eyes grew bright from looking over my body. His two deerskin cloths joined mine on the dirt floor.

I hungrily reached for the youth's small body. He smiled at my interest. His balls were a small sackful below a stiff finger length pole. No groin hair. His butt was soft and exciting for me to touch. Timidly, the boy reached out for my body to pull on my groin hairs and to handle my long dick. He especially liked to rub over my butt. No words were spoken between us. This was a new experience for my young friend.

The boy seemed amazed by my longer dick. He glanced down at his smaller erection in dismay. I broke the silence by assuring my young friend that his pole would grow to my size by next summer. My body had been small like his only a year ago.

Quick Legs became shy. He turned away from me to look for his thong belt and two flaps. I trapped him in my arms. His warmth against me was very exciting and I was tempted to handle my dick. Yet I remained still. I didn't want our special moment together to end.

That's when Taller Shadow burst into the outhouse. He witnessed our naked embrace and laughed at us. As Quick Legs and I rushed to don our breechclouts, the boy claimed to have done that with a girl. He further boasted that he had even spermed her. That had us laughing back at him.

My foot gets stomped on by Taller Shadow. It takes me from my thoughts, especially when he embarrasses me by pointing to my front flap. My young friend also stares at the bulge pushing its way up my breechclout. My face begins to burn.

"I see that you're wanting to do it," says Taller Shadow. "Come inside if you're afraid of being seen. The shed door can be latched shut on the inside."

Taller Shadow stands beside the door. He holds it open and motions for us to go inside. I turn to my young friend and wordlessly gesture, 'do you want to go in and do things with this new boy?'

Quick Legs answers me by walking past the tall boy and into the storage shed. I shrug my shoulders and walk in. Taller Shadow grins as I pass him. He crowds in behind us. The door gets latched.

There's a lot of rubbish inside here. A part of the shed's roof has fallen in against one side. That only leaves some standing space near the door. I wonder if it's such a good idea to stay inside. The rest of the roof may come down on our heads!

Before I can decide whether or not to leave, a strong hand tugs on our thong belts to bare our bodies. We turn to an eager Taller Shadow. His dark eyes stare at my young friend's body and my own. He keeps on his rear flap for some reason. The front of him is still naked.

Our bodies huddle close together because of the small space. Quick Legs looks to me for guidance. I turn to the older boy and wait for him to start the things he's promised.

A strong hand starts feeling over my butt. Taller Shadow handles both of my cheeks with his fingers tracing down my crack. I gasp when he rubs over my hole. His other hand reaches for the front of me. I gasp when the boy pulls over my long dick. His strokes get my red tip to pop out. It's a very tickly sensation! Tremendous thrills build up in me.

"Has anyone ever handled you this way?" asks Taller Shadow. (His gentle hands continue to caress Bright Leaf's front and rear nakedness. He wants to enflame the boy to accept a deeper involvement of sex with him.)

I shake my head in reply. My young friend watches us with bright eyes. He giggles when I release a moan of pleasure from Taller Shadow's pullings around my dick. This boy will get me to explode soon.

"All older boys have need to do it," explains Taller Shadow. "Even a man if he has no squaw to attend him."

Quick Legs shouts, "I once saw a brave doing it to himself!"

"Which brave was it?" I ask in surprise. My young friend has never told me about this.

"I don't know his name..." lies Quick Legs.

"At least tell us what you saw!" I plead to my friend. We eagerly listen to the young boy's account.

"It happened two moons ago. A hunting party returned late to the tribe. I followed one of the braves to ask how he fared but paused outside the tipi when I saw him strip upon entering. I heard a skin rubbing sound in the darkness.

"The brave spied me at his doorway. He asked that I fetch some sticks to put on his fire pit. I knew that wasn't his reason for inviting me but I was drawn by his exciting manly display and did as he bade me.

"After building up the fire in the center of his tipi, the brave asked me to close the door flap. I knew that something interesting was going to happen between us because of his need for privacy. I stood and watched the man handle his long dick in the building fire light. He gestured for me to drop my two flaps.

"I was proud to show the man my erection in trade for seeing his long dick! The brave began singing a low chant of breathy words and moans. I danced around the fire to his lusty song. My pole swung against my belly with each of my 'hunting' steps. That made the man laugh.

"The brave entered into a deep spell. It was a little frightening to hear his loud moans and to watch his hands around his thrusting spear and flexing butt. His eyes had such a wild look in them, like your eyes now, Bright Leaf!"

My young friend pauses from his story to watch us. Taller Shadow pushes on my butt to get me to stab through his clenched fingers. My stomach feels tight. A thrilling wave builds up inside me. Yet my dick is getting chafed. I try ignoring the pain.

"Hold your breath," instructs Taller Shadow. "That helps it to come out." (He spits to his fingers and resumes handling Bright Leaf's erection.)

I close my eyes after doing what the boy asks. My dick no longer chafes. It slips easily through Taller Shadow's tight hand. The sweet thrills build up again. My lungs feel like they're going to burst though.

I gasp in surprise when feeling a finger push on my butthole. It slips in. Trapped between Taller Shadow's wonderful hands, the sensations of pain mixed with sweet pleasure becomes too much for me.

Quick Legs shouts with glea when squirts come from my dick. I cry out from the tremendous thrill of sperming. It makes me feel faint. A strong arm keeps me from falling while a hundred drums start beating inside my ears. I struggle to regain my breath.

"I want your butt," whispers Taller Shadow. (He holds the fainting boy to him while bringing his finger up to his nose. Its musky butt odor excites the older boy. He lusts to stick more than a finger upBright Leaf's hole.)

After a long moment to recover from my body's efforts, I open my eyes in the crowded storage shed. Quick Legs points to the dirt at my feet. A wet streak lies there. I'm embarrassed that I've been made to do that in front of these two boys.

"That's what the brave pissed out," Quick Legs explains. "The brave was rocking on his knees, his butt flexing wildly while his dick thrusted into his hand. He released his hot breath on me in a moan after wetting several times to my feet. I saw that it wasn't urine. He explained that it was manly seed that he had wanted to put inside me."

I shake my head at the young boy's story. Taller Shadow smiles knowingly. Does he understand what the brave had meant? I'm distracted from asking when my dick gets pulled on. The youth stares at the cum his hand has taken from me.

(After studying the clear release in the youth's palm, Taller Shadow announces): "it isn't the sperm of a man, Bright Leaf. You could put this in a girl and not fear getting her with a child. I first mounted a young squaw a few winters ago. She liked how my release was clear as yours. When it turned thick, she wouldn't have anything to do with me! Only young girls could have me sperm them without fear."

(Taller Shadow pauses to recall that one willing girl wasn't as young as he'd thought. They had embraced often to mate with each other in wild love. She became with child. It had been the reason for his arrival to this reservation, alone. Shaking his head from that memory, the older boy continues to brag.)

"I only service young girls who are curious to feel my dick inside them. I've been at this reservation for only a moon yet one girl has already allowed me to mount her!"

"Who is she?" I ask Taller Shadow in disbelief.

"I don't know her name," lies Taller Shadow. "But if you come back tomorrow morning she'll meet me at the outhouse. We've been making love here nearly every day. I've been giving her much sperm."

I nod my head at Taller Shadow's offer to spy on them. Quick Legs answers with a bright grin. We're both curious to see what he'll do with a girl in the outhouse.

"I want to try mounting you now," asks Taller Shadow. "I brought you to it so I'm really needing to release my dick!"

"Is that what the brave wanted to do with me?" asks Quick Legs in a whisper.

"I believe so," Taller Shadow replies. "Your hole wasn't matched to that man's size. My dick is smaller than a brave's while your friend's butt entrance is bigger than yours. Our bodies should fit together."

I shrug in reply to Quick Legs' curious glances. I too don't know what Taller Shadow means by his words. But I get a suspicion when the older boy drops to his knees and kisses my butt. He mouths over both my cheeks. It tickles me. He sticks his tongue through my crack while his hands open me there. I feel a wetness over my hole. The sensation makes me gasp in surprise from his very naughty act!

Quick Legs giggles. Too embarrassed to resist, I simply allow Taller Shadow to invade my innermost nakedness. The strange sensation of having my butthole licked makes me tense. His tongue penetrates me. The feeling is very sexual. It gets my pole to rise up against my belly.
Taller Shadow tongues my hole a few more times before standing behind me. He pants over my shoulder while his hands part my cheeks. I feel his dick slipping through the crack of my butt. The hard tip of it rubs over my hole. My eyes widen in disbelief. Is the boy going to try to rape me?!
I've heard the grim stories of lusty warriors who have mounted their fallen enemies. It's performed on injured or dying men who couldn't avoid the humility. Captured boys have also been known to be used like squaws. I'm curious to see how a male enters another but I don't want to endure the pain or any shame from it.

Taller Shadow grips my waist. He pokes his dick against my hole and sticks in! I gasp in pain. His arms keep me to him in a tight hold while below, our sweaty bodies connect. I feel like a wounded animal the boy has speared.

"It hurts!" I tell Taller Shadow. The boy tries to shoo me with calming words in my ear. Yet his body remains locked in mine. We stand motionless for many heartbeats. Quick Legs grins. He doesn't realizes what the older boy has done to me.

I test my strength against Taller Shadow. He manages to keep his arms around me. My butthole is filled with his hard dick. I'm embarrassed by how I've been caught. He had seen my young friend and I being naked together so I must endure this painful act. I also don't want my young friend to get hurt.

"Your butthole is tight around my dick," whispers Taller Shadow. "Don't fight it. The pain will subside when you relax your butt to my need! I'm going to enjoy mounting you, Bright Leaf. A boy is more exciting for me to seed than a girl."

Taller Shadow begins a man's motion in my butt. The stabbing pain is hard to endure. I feel tears fall to my cheeks. I'm embarrassed to have my young friend witnessing my weakness. A darkness fills my eyes. It's like a heavy storm cloud filling my head with lightning flashes of pain. I try to keep from losing myself.

(Silence fills the shed. Quick Legs realizes that his friend is being hurt. His small hands try prying the older boy's arms from around Bright Leaf's body. Yet Taller Shadow is too strong. Too determined to fuck his captured boy's ass until his seed flows.)

I sob in defeat. I'm barely aware of what's going on. Pain fills my very being. My butthole isn't hurting as much as before. Even when the older boy thrusts into it like a mad man. My spirit is crying out. I feel that I'm losing myself to strange sensations and dark emotions. It'll end when he finishes it so I try to endure it as I must.

A warmth embraces my chest. I open my eyes to find my young friend holding me. He buries his face in my arm. I'm comforted by his embrace and glad that he isn't staring at me. Taller shadow continues to stab into my tender butthole.

Strange thrills start building in me. It centers deep in my butt and shoots through my dick. I notice that I'm erected against Quick Legs. His pole is soft. Lust enflames my next actions. My hands reach down for my friend's butt and feel over its softness. I hold him closer so that our dicks can rub. My loins are building towards another release.

Quick Legs peers up at me. His eyes shine from our naked embrace. Between us, I feel his rising pole pressing against my erection. I'm able to ignore the pain of what the older boy is doing to my body because of my friend's warmth.

I grip my dear friend and begin our loving. My hands lift him with each of my lusty thrusts. Our poles rub harshly together at that moment. When I release him, our groins separate. I glance down to see that his stiff pole is like a stick against his belly. My larger dick seems unmatched to have proper sex with his.

Our bodies come together again. I see the sweet effort of it in my friend's bright eyes. He gives me a nice smile. Something touches me inside. A strange aching that wants me holding him in my arms forever. Is this what love feels like?

Quick Legs shows me such wonderful things on his face. I reveal to him what's in my heart. I'm filled with the joy and deep feelings of our friendship. I don't feel anything for Taller Shadow. He makes the motions of love with my body but nothing touches my heart from it.

Taller Shadow becomes frantic. Moans come through his nose as he gives kiss after kiss to my neck. Below, I feel his groin hairs crunching against my cheeks. I match the beat of loving Quick Legs to the older boy's use of my butthole. Together our hips sway, our groins grind and breaths blow out as moans from thrusting warm bodies.

The older boy ends his kisses to hold a breath. His thrusts become quick and deep. With a strong grip on my hips, Taller Shadow plunges into my ass to sperm me. His loud cry announces his lusty accomplishment. I feel the throbbing of his dick in me. His releases last for six heartbeats! Something deep in me also throbs. It gets my dick to shoot painfully to my friend's belly. My next squirts turn to tremendous pleasure. I release a loud moan while my spirit soars high to the clouds.
I open my eyes to Quick Legs' worried expression. I bring my hands up his heated back to give him a reassuring hug. Deep feelings swell in me. It's almost a pain in my heart to be holding my friend close like a lover.

Taller Shadow pulls from my slimy hole. He kneels behind me to bite both of my butt cheeks. I wince out from the mean act and hear hisbreath filled voice turn boastful.

"We're... bonded!" announces Taller Shadow. (He pauses to take a few urgent breaths.) "We're more than blood brothers. Our mating binds your spirit to mine. I may mount willing girls for their pleasure but it's with a boy that satisfies my loins and spirit. You're the first that I've spermed!"

Taller Shadow fills me with dread. Does he really think that our spirits have joined? That same fear is seen in the eyes of my dear friend. I rest my head on his small shoulder to ponder over it. Ours has been a great friendship. We have known each other forever! This older boy may seem wise but he's only a new friend. I listen to my heart and feel the truth become clear.

"You're still my best friend," I whisper to Quick Legs. Yet I feel something for Taller Shadow. His deeper thrusts made something in my butthole feel intense. My second release had been thrilling. As an older boy, Taller Shadow can show us much in the ways of making love.

Taller Shadow searches through the pile of breechclouts and dons his. He rushes out of the shed. As the wooden door closes with a bang, I feel something warm drop to my breast. It pains my heart to see my young friend crying. I pat his back while whispering comforting words to him. From a distance we hear Taller Shadow calling out to us.

"Remember to come here tomorrow morning..."

I shake my head. Many exciting things were shown us his day. My arms hold Quick Legs close to me for a long while. Was the youth disturbed by what he's seen? I look around the storage shed and grin. What will Taller Shadow do with a girl in here, I wonder? It'll be exciting towatch!

The young boy's tears end. His face is still red when he peers up at me. "I'm glad he's gone," Quick Legs whispers. "Tell me... how did it feel to sperm as a man?" (He gathers the clear wetting from his belly.)

I only shrug my shoulders and smile. How can I explain to a young boy what squirting it out is like? Quick Legs sniffs his wet hand. Hissexual curiosity makes me grin.

I bend over to pick up our breechclouts. My butt aches. I remain crouched until the sharp pain subsides. I'm startled when my friend slips his hand between my cheeks. He stares at the sticky essence that he's found there.

Quick Legs asks, "Taller Shadow squirted this to you from his dick?"

I peer into my friend's hand. Unlike my watery release, the older boy's sperm is thick and white. Truly a man's seed. He needs to perform more intense sexual acts to squirt it out, I suppose. Yet I don't want him to use my butt again.

I grin when my friend wipes his hand off on his balls. He reaches between my cheeks for more of Taller Shadow's sperm. His hand repeats the wetting ritual. I gently push more from my hole. It flows over my balls. I also use the older boy's powerful medicine to help bring maturity to my loins.
My slimy hand brings an erection to my dick. I'm amazed at it's growth. Hasn't it been satisfied enough this day? Quick Legs grins. He turns from me and slaps over his butt cheeks. I turn around and back myself onto his waiting backside. The young boy sighs when our warm bodies touch. Our hands reach for each other's hips. We rub butts. This is our special expression of love.

We keep this backward embrace for a long, tender moment. My heart is full for Quick Legs. I'm glad that the older boy had shown us how to make love. A crow's call from outside the shed startles us. My young friend pulls away. Our naked touching ends. I gather our breechclouts from the dirt floor with a weary sigh.

We're quick to don the pair of cloths. My young friend runs out the door, giggling, with me in pursuit. I glance back at the small shed for a brief moment and know that it'll always be a fond memory for me.

Early the next morning, Quick Legs and I hide ourselves near the old wooden shacks. We had talked long into the afternoon about coming here or not. My young friend feared that an adult might catch us. I assured him that we'd be keeping guard over Taller Shadow's act inside. Besides, I was curious to see how differently he makes love to a girl in his arms.

That boy's beastly act had him sperming into my butt. A thick release that was different from what I had squirted to Quick Legs. His was truly sperm. It wasn't given to me in love though. Only when I held my dear friend did I feel a deep thing in my heart as well as in my loins. I can achieve this even from a simple smile from the young boy. Our naked embrace satisfied both needs.

"There's Taller Shadow!" my friend excitedly whispers.We watch the boy run up the path with his thin breechclout flapping with each stride. I notice how small his cloths are. It's easy to view his butt and hairy loins from the side. A man's lengthy garment would be more appropriate for this boy's maturing body.

I raise my hand to Taller Shadow from our hiding place in the bushes. He spots me and waves back. My young friend giggles. I give the youth a stern look to quiet him. The older boy leans against the outhouse door to await the arrival of the girl that he's boasted about.

I'm not surprised that Taller Shadow uses this place for his secret meeting with a girl. The outhouse is far from the tribe and rarely used. Its state of disrepair will allow my friend and I to peek in through the cracks when they do it. I glance at Quick Legs. He gives me a sly smile as if thinking this same thing.

It becomes a lengthy wait. I become more and more convinced that nothing is going to happen this morning. I'm not doubting Taller Shadow's boast. The girl may have become fearful or desires to embrace him no longer.

I glance at my young friend beside me. He's also disappointed. I shrug my shoulders when feeling his unspoken question as to be leaving or not. I would like to stay a while longer. To witness Tall Shadow mounting a girl in his arms would be a most exciting and bold thing to see.

I grin at my young friend. He's crouched on his knees behind the tall bush. By leaning forward, the youth's front flap hangs away from his groin. I spy on his little penis. It surprises me that the youth can feel pleasure from sex. As a young boy, nothing can squirt from his pole. Yet he seems to enjoy the rubbing.

I peer through our bush protector at Taller Shadow. He's still alone. I wonder how long Quick Legs is willing to wait for that girl to show up. I'm willing to stay longer. What can we do to pass the time? I come up with an idea.

To distract the youth, I reach for the front of his body. My hand cups his warm little pole and balls. I begin a boy's common ritualthere. Quick Legs shyly accepts my touch.

I feel the boy's swelling in my hand. My own dick is getting hard. Quick Legs gives me a sly grin when my front flap pushes away from my groin. A sense of pride comes from showing the boy my manly excitement.

When my friend grows to full length, I begin handling it for him. A gentle up and down pulling over his stiff length. The youth closes his eyes. I reach down for my aching length to beat off as well.

Quick Legs pulls his front flap from his body. It makes my handling easier. The boy's red knob pops out from the thick skin. I notice how dry it is. No fluid of excitement comes from its tip. When my dick erects, a clear oozing always comes out. Taller Shadow's dick had it too. I suppose that Quick Legs is too young for sex. Yet I enjoyed making love to him.

My young friend shudders. A look of pain fills his face. I know that my hand is chafing his angry-colored pole. An idea comes to me. It's easier to do since the youth still has his eyes closed. I wouldn't try it if he were watching me.

I put my face near the youth's smooth groin. There's a lime smell to his skin mixed with sweat. His stiff pole is close to my mouth. I become bold by going down on it. It's a thrilling sensation. I'm able to suck on all the boy's length. A very naughty thing for me to perform!

Quick Legs gasps. I reach around his body to hold his small butt. The boy struggles but he can't get away from me. I force him to stab through my mouth. Breaths race through him. When he cries out, I know that the youth has achieved his thrill. My hands relax around his trembling body.

I sit up and begin handling myself. Quick Legs looks down at his stiff pole, moist with my spit. He glares at me for my naughty trick. I return his stare with a sly grin. My need is upon me. While rocking on my knees, I flex my butt in and out to my forward stabs. It's exciting to perform this in front of another boy. I'll soon achieve my thrill but it won't be a dry ending like my young friend's.

Quick Legs dons his front flap. He watches me masturbate with interest. Gone is his stern expression. When I moan, the boy tries to keep himself from giggling. I'm feeling close to getting my dick to squirt. The youth is waiting to see this.

I'm taken from my pleasure when Taller Shadow calls out to someone. The boy stands up tall when a young girl approaches. It's Running Fawn. She's about my age; a few years older than her two brothers. I'm not surprised that it's she who comes to be mounted. I've heard rumors about her playing naked games with her brothers. Now I know all those whispered stories to be true!

Quick Legs nudges me hard. I see the excitement on his young face for what may unfold. He's still flushed from my earlier handling. It's unfortunate that Running Fawn couldn't have come a little later. My hard dick really aches me.

We spy through our bush at the pair. Taller Shadow has taken Running Fawn into his arms and starts kissing her fully on the lips! The girl daringly reaches under the boy's rear flap. Her hand lustfully pulls over his backside. I have to cover my mouth to keep my giggles inside me.

After a few more kisses, they enter the outhouse. I wait a moment longer before leaving the bushes. Quick Legs rushes towards the outhouse. I hold him back to a stealthy crawl so that our feet won't make sounds over the ground.

My young friend crouches near the small wooden structure. We find a long crack and peer in. It's dark inside. I feel disappointed from not being able to see much. We might not be able to view their touching nakedness after all.

I shield my face from the light of morning. It should only take a little while for my eyes to adjust. I close my eyes. When I hearsomething drop to the dirt floor, I peer in through the crack.

It's very dim in there. My straining eyes can make out someone's back. I can't tell if it's the girl or the boy that I'm spying on. Hands reach down to grip their butt.

Loud kissing follows. They're embraced to make love. I'm not getting a good view of it though. Quick Legs taps on my shoulder and points around the outhouse. I nod in agreement since I want to watch them doing it from the side and not with someone's butt blocking the view.

A small hole in the door allows one of us to peek in. Taking turns, we watch them kiss and explore each other's bodies with hungry hands. Taller Shadow mouths the girl's unformed breasts. He kisses down her belly to the girl's smooth slit. She moans from it. I think that he'll be sticking into her soon. Taller shadow had tongued into my butthole right before mounting me.

Running Fawn spreads her legs. The boy is eager to get his erection in. Though his body blocks my view of her cunt, I've seen naked girls before to know what her opening is like. I come to understanding something. The boy had used my butthole since that's where a male has an opening to fit a dick into it. I'm still surprised by how that's actually done.

When their bodies join, Taller Shadow begins a man's motion. I enjoy watching his butt flex in and out from his revealing thrusts inside the girl. Their mating is face to face because of their different sexes. It allows them to kiss and make love properly. Two boys doing it must perform that same act in an opposite position. That's only a lustful thing since it cannot result in making a baby between two males.

My young friend taps on my shoulder to signal his turn to peek in through the hole. I give up my position and move quietly to a long crack on the side. Peering inwards, I see the young girl leaning heavily over Taller Shadow. She moans with each of the boy's thrusts. He also moans from the great pleasure that comes from their mating.

My hand reaches down to my erection under the front flap. I begin to pleasure it with quick strokes. My thoughts turn to Quick Legs and how much I'd like to be embracing him now. While keeping that thought in my head, I feel the waves of increasing thrills building up in me.

I imagine that I'm exploring my young friend's body. My hands rub over his small butt while my mouth sucks over the boy's chest. I kiss my way down to the front of him. His stiff pole gets sucked on. The young boy struggles to get away but my hands around his cheeks are firm. His attempt is half-hearted since my mouth is giving him much pleasure. He cries out in his high-pitched voice. I taste his clear seed.

I'm distracted from my sweet daydream by a long drawn-out moan coming from inside the outhouse. I eagerly peek through the crack. The girl's butt is flexing wildly. She helps the boy to thrust more deeply into her cunt. I know the pleasure she's feeling from the boy's long dick. Taller Shadow's long thrusts through my butthole had forced mysperm out.

My eyes strain through the darkness for the mating pair. I can't spy any movement. It must be over with. The boy and girl are standing motionless with their arms draped over each other. Heavy breathing. I realize that Taller Shadow must have spermed her! When their bodies separate, I move from my place to fetch Quick Legs. We must make good our escape.

My young friend gives me a bright smile. I know that he must be very excited from witnessing how a boy seeds a girl. Their act in the outhouse wasn't very different from what Taller Shadow had done with me yesterday. That boy has a horny dick and he'll stick into anyone's hole to release it.

"They did it!" shouts the young boy.

"I know," I whisper. "Let's get away from here." I take my friend's hand and lead him quietly away. I don't take him back to camp. Instead, I look for a secluded spot since both of us bear erections. I want badly for us to use them.

When we reach a place filled with tall bushes and a tree, I turn to Quick Legs while lifting my front flap. He smiles from seeing my long dick and eagerly shows me his. The boy's erection is much smaller than mine. Only a long finger against his belly. Yet the boy is excited. I'll make it feel good for him.

Quick Legs struggles with a knot in his thong belt. I drop my breechclout to the ground and help the boy with his. It won't loosen. In my eagerness, I pull on the belt and break it. The youth giggles when the two cloths fall to the ground. Naked before me, he glances over my body with curious eyes. I turn around to show off my butt.

I gesture for my friend to handle me there. His small hands rub over both of my cheeks. Exciting tingles run up and down my spine from his touch. When I feel a warmth pressing against them, I realize that we're touching butts. I find the boy's hands and grip them.

"You're my best friend," I whisper. The youth humps his butt against me in reply. My next words become bold. "I'm feeling such a deep thing in my heart that I know it's my love for you. Do you feel anything for me?"

Only silence. When Quick Legs squeezes my hand, I sigh with relief. I suppose the boy finds it hard to say that he loves me too.

We separate after a long while of rubbing butts. He turns to me with timid eyes. I grip his shoulders to show him that what we're doing is good. My hands roam down to his breast. I caress his warmth there in small circles. His nipples push out under my palms.

Quick Legs closes his eyes. I become bold when I bring my mouth down to his left nipple and suck on it. The boy sighs. I tongue his hardness for a long moment before pouncing on his other boyish tit.

While my mouth enjoys the front of him, I reach down for the rear of the boy. So soft and warm in my hands. I gently turn the youth around. My mouth hungers for his cute butt!

I'm becoming intensely excited. My dick is very hard and aches to be handled. I'll beat off later. I want to explore my friend's body some more.

My hands ask the youth to bend over. His cheeks spread. I curiously peek inside. What a cute, pink hole! I get my tongue to tickle over it as Taller Shadow had done to mine. I won't stick in and hurt this boy to satisfy my lust though.

Quick Legs giggles from my naughty trick. I playfully bite the humps nearest to his hole before daring to tongue inside him some more. I'm really enjoying this boy's butt! I come to understand why Taller Shadow had lusted for mine.

I feel my young friend begin flexing his rear end. My loving to his butt has excited him to beat off. I'd rather handle it for him. I stand up and move to the front of him. Quick Legs gives me a sheepish grin. Below, his pole sticks up hard against his belly. I reach down for it.

His stiffness feels nice in my hand. I begin pulling on it while rubbing over his wiggly butt at the same time. The boy closes his eyes. It makes me feel good to be giving my friend such pleasure.
"Hold your breath," I remind Quick Legs. "That's what made the feelings in my penis become intense enough to wet." I watch the youth take in breaths and struggle to hold them. My hand brings an angry color to his stiff pole. He can't seem to get himself to release.

I begin pulling over my thicker length. Our bodies whisper against each other with my hands pulling around our dicks. I'm feeling close to it. With a breath held inside me, I stab through my fingers and squirt! My loud cry warns the young boy that I'm doing it.

Quick Legs opens his eyes. He watches my few squirts splash against his belly. The intense thrills in my dick has me crying out again. The boy giggles. I enjoy the glow of my climax for many heartbeats.

My ears fill with the soothing sounds of crickets and the wind in the trees. My body is feeling peaceful. Quick Legs smiles. I'm not embarrassed as yesterday to be performing this act before my young friend. I want the boy to release himself as well.

I resume to handle the boy's reluctant pole. My clear wetting is used to make his erection more slippery. A rosy tip pops out of the boy's skinny pole with each of his stabs against my hand. The youth's butt flexes in and out. His body is straining with sex's powerful spell. Yetafter a long handling, I can't get the boy's pole to release. My friend really is too young to do it. A look of disappointment fills the youth's face. A pang of hurt fills my breast for him.

Quick Legs glares down at his stiff pole. He tries handling it himself. My wait is a long one. Yet the boy can't get himself to achieve his release. An angry color comes to his erection. I shake my head in defeat. What else can be done to coax the boy's thrill?

An idea comes to me. I explain it to my friend. "You could try what Taller Shadow had done to me in the shed..."

"What did he do?" asks Quick Legs. (The youth recalls the pain that the older boy had caused Bright Leaf when he stood behind him. As to the actual act, the boy only knew that it ended with his thick sperm being left between Bright Leaf's butt cheeks.)

"Taller Shadow stuck his dick up my butthole. His thrusts brought him much pleasure. He put his sperm in me. I want you to stick yourdick into my butt."

The young boy's eyes widen. "I thought that Taller Shadow was rubbing his long dick between your butt cheeks," says Quick Legs. "You allowed that boy to stick in as if he were mounting you like a girl?!"

I sheepishly nod my head. "You saw how he mounted Running Deer's cunt in the outhouse. A boy can perform the same thing in another boy's butt entrance. The sensation is thrilling. Your dick is small so don't fear that you'll be giving me any pain. I want to thrill your dick withmy butthole."

"I'll try it," whispers Quick Legs. "I saw how Taller Shadow enjoyed your butt. My pole isn't as long as his. Will it be able to stick inside?"

I giggle at the boy's question, glad that he's willing to perform that manly act. From the way he was speaking earlier, I thought that he wouldn't want to try it. I look over the boy's erection and realize that he must really be hurting. He has such a need to achieve its release. Even a dry one. I turn from my friend with my hands reaching for the support of a small tree. My butt sticks out for his use.
I squat down to accommodate the shorter boy. His hands part my butt cheeks. A sharp sensation goes through my hole from his handling. I feel his seeking stab in my butt. I prepare myself to be taken like a willing girl.

Pain! I pull away from his stabbing little dick. How can it be that his size can hurt me? My hole must be wide enough to take it. Taller Shadow'shad fit. A thought strikes me.

I reach back to my friend's belly. From it, I gather what remains of my clear release. My fingers use it to wet my hole. The boy spits to his hand. He coats the tip of his erection with it. Satisfied that we're properly prepared, I reach out to the small tree and crouch. The young boy tries to mount me again.

I feel the tip of my friend's dick against the entrance of my butt. He rubs it slowly over my hole but doesn't push inside. Why? Perhaps my young friend is afraid of hurting me again. I reach back for his little butt and slowly pull his body onto mine. I gasp from the strange sensation.

I'm impaled on the boy's fleshy stick. It slides easily into me; all the way up my tight hole! No pain. It's an intense filling sensationthat I can endure.

"Does it hurt?" Quick Legs asks.

I shake my head in reply. The filling sensation from his erection is only a little uncomfortable. It's not the size of Taller Shadow's long cock. Nor will he have mighty thrusts.

To urge the boy on, I pull him onto my body with a hand gripping his backside. My hole gets penetrated. I keep a pained breath inside me. When I relax my hold on the boy's cheeks, I feel his stiffness leaving me. I repeat the fucking motion for him. A teaching game of sex.

Quick Legs soon learns what I want from him. With tight hands around my hips, the youth drives his dick through my butthole. Quick in and out stabs. He gasps from the intense pleasure of mating with me.

I begin feeling sharp thrills from the boy's deeper stabs. The sensation centers under my balls. His thrusts touch something hard and intense inside of me. It gets my dick to surge. I've already shot yet I think that I can get it to go off again! All from the boy's dick fucking my butthole.

Is this what a girl feels when taking a boy's erected dick inside of her? My friend's pole is a short one. Taller Shadow had a longer reach inside me. I'm surprised that my young friend stirs the same lusty thrills inside my butt.

The young boy begins a frenzied effort. He plunges into my body like a wild man. His body is sweaty and heated against me. Lust drives my friend. I want him to achieve a wet release at the end! A pang of sadness comes to me. My friend is too young to squirt inside my butt. Even with the wetting ritual from yesterday with Taller Shadow's thick sperm, the boy's maturity will need another summer to even have a clear release from his dick. He can't finish the act like a man.

A lusty daydream fills my head. I imagine that the squishy sounds of getting fucked attracts another boy spying on us. He watches the youth having his way with my ass with envy.

Footsteps behind us! I hear Quick Legs squeal in surprise when his body is pulled from mine. A strong arm reaches around my stomach, trapping me. I'm frightened. I turn my head to see what's going on.

A tall youth pulls the front deerskin flap from his belt. It drops at his feet. Uncovered behind me, I notice his hard dick. A long one! The boy points it through my cheeks and stabs in.

"It's a man who takes your ass," boasts Taller Shadow. "And unlike your young friend, I can fill you with sperm!"

I giggle at my daydreaming. I'm sure that Taller Shadow would have spoken those boastful words. He had performed that lusty deed onlyyesterday.

Quick Legs pauses from his in and out stabs through my asshole.His hands ask that I get down onto my knees. Our bodies ease to the dirt. I plant my hands into the ground when the boy resumes to fuck me. I'm feeling very much like a wanting squaw who takes the lusty warrior inside her.

The boy's stabs press against a very sensitive spot in my butthole. I feel myself close to release.And I'm not even handling my dick! I hold breaths to allow the feelings to become intense.
A cry from the youth! I imagine his lightning-sped stabs in my hole is bringing the youth to his first release. A young male's seed being planted inside my butt. It becomes too much for me. I let go of my breath when strong squirts come out my dick. My head fills with deep pleasure.

"I did it!" shouts Quick Legs.

The boy pulls from my slimy butthole and dances around me in triumph. I see signs from his mounting. A brown stain covers his pole. He prevents me from wiping it clean with my breechclout flap. I realize that my young friend wants to wear my butt stain like the proud warrior who paints up his face with war colors. A proof of his bravery. It makes me very proud for him.

"Did you squirt in me?" I ask.

Quick Legs shakes his head from side to side. "No. But it felt good at the end, especially when your butt tightened around my dick. How did you do that?"

I think back to when the boy cried out. "Your stabs through my hole had released my dick as if I were handling it," I answer. "My butt enjoyed the sliding motion of your dick. I remember tightening there when I shot my cum."

"It made my dick become intense," explains Quick Legs, "though nothing came out of me. If I wanted, I could have kept sticking into you again and again!"

The youth's words make me envious. By not being able to sperm, my friend seems to be given endless thrills from his erection during sex. I'd like him to prove it. Although my dick is soft and I'm without need to cum again, a plan forms in my head. Quick are my next actions.

I gather my sticky release from my belly and reach back with it to lubricate the boy's dick. Turning from him, I back onto his erection. It easily fills my butthole. The boy gasps when he sees that I want him to fuck me again. His hands grip my sides. Stabs begin in my ass.

It's thrilling to have the young boy dicking up my butt again. I'm glad that he's willing. I feel his quick stabs going through my hole and hit against that tickly spot within. My dick grows hard from it.

I'm amazed. I reach down and handle my erection. As it stiffens, the boy's thrusts seem to feel better and more thrilling. Having sex with a young boy has made this happen. I get taken up by the building sensations of getting fucked and from beating off in my hand.

Our bodies become sweaty from the effort. My young friend plunges through my butt, in and out, like what Taller Shadow had done with that girl. The boy holds breaths. I know how that helps to get his dick to feel more intense. Yet nothing more. The boy is too young to sperm me.

Quick Legs startles me with a voiced breath. It had sounded like a moan. Is he filling my butthole with his squirts? No. The boy continues to fuck me and he holds breaths which come out as small cries. He seems to be feeling intense pleasure. It's like the boy is on the verge of shooting but can't.

With a terrible cry, my young friend falls to the ground behind me. I turn around to see what has happened. The boy's face is like the snow on a mountain top. His breaths race quickly through his mouth, his eyes flutter and sweat glistens over his trembling body. I scoop up my friend into my arms as great fear takes me.

"Can you hear me!" I shout to Quick Legs in a panic. Only a raspy sound comes from his mouth. I hold his heated form close to me as I face upwards to the All-Seeing Father. I make a desperate plea unto Him for help.

I fan the boy's face with my breechclout flap. After what seems like forever, Quick Legs opens his eyes. I laugh in relief and kiss him. The boy shrinks away from my affection.

We stare at each other in silence for a few heartbeats. The youth's breaths become more even while the color returns to his face. I raise my arms up to Him with my thanks. My young friend fills with awe.

"It felt so wonderful..." Quick Legs whispers.

"Did you shoot inside me?"

"No," the boy sadly replies. "It felt like trying to piss without being able to. That made me feel such good things in my penis. I kept holding my breath to keep the feelings building towards a greater thrill. When I felt my greatest pleasure, I fainted. I don't think that anything came out."

I glance down to my friend's lap. His angry-colored pole bears the proving butt stain. Yet no wetness comes from the tip. Perhaps my friend is too young to be performing adult things with me. Yet I'm glad that he's willing to try.

"You didn't come out," I tell the boy. "Your pleasure was longer than mine. When I release, the feelings are very intense but only for the brief moment when I'm shooting. I quickly lose the good feelings and tire."

"My good feelings keep coming!" boasts Quick Legs. "I felt an explosion of pleasure when my breath ran out. That's probably why I became faint."

"You scared me," I scold my young friend. He lowers his eyes. I embrace him to show that nothing has changed between us. The warmth ofhis small body feels good in my arms.

Quick Legs lifts his dark eyes and whispers. "You'll let me do it again sometime, won't you Bright Leaf?"

"I love you!"

Asian Boys in a New York Minute

2007-08-08T07:55:00.000-07:00

For a man that likes Asian boys, the city that never sleeps is a tough place for me, especially when all I desire are Asian Boys.

Asian boys seem to be every place I look. Around every corner I turn. I've been in this busy city for three weeks. With each day that passes, my dick grows harder for Asian Boys.

I have yet to decide if I will stay in this city. As I make my way home, walking down 42nd street, I notice an "Asian Boy Peep Show" sign glowing through one shop window. Only in a city this relaxed could I find this erotic opportunity My dick sweats with anticipation. As I walk through the door, I see several Asian Boys. They are all sexy and sleek. I want them all.

"Choose wisely", the clerk behind the counter says to me. How do I make such a choice? This is a decision my cock must make. The two in the corner make my meat swell. They are both tall, muscular, sexy, Asian Boys. After telling the clerk, I walk to a back room, lay on the couch, and prepare for the show. The lights go down and the wall in front of me slides up to reveal my two Asian Boy butt-buddies naked.

Their Asian Boy anacondas are huge. I watch as they begin to play with each other. I quickly pull down my jeans and begin to jerk my all ready exploding prick. One of them gets on his knees and takes the other in his mouth. He madly sucks the Asian boy dick, slobbering all over the smooth shaft. I stroke faster and faster. The Asian boy on his knees, obviously the bitch, flips over on all fours. His buddy waists no time.

After slapping his rather large Asian Boy schlong on his bitches ass cheeks, he shoves his manhood up that tight ass. I slide my finger up my own ass. My stoke hand is getting wet with pre-cum. Slapping the Asian Boys bitch ass, he forces him to take it. The bitch has a look of pleasure pain. He groans for more. I am about to shoot my joy juice. I rise to my feet and walk close to the glass. With a quick stroke, I fire off my load onto the glass. Both Asian Boys come closer to lick the glass, as if they were licking my cock.

Star spreading the news, I'm here to stay!

Asian Cock Seals the Deal

2007-08-08T07:53:00.002-07:00

I believe the best way to sell a car is to let the customer enjoy my thick asian cock.

My boss's motto is, “the feel of the wheel makes the deal”. My motto is, “The feel of my giant asian cock seals the deal”. as i stand out on the hot pavement waiting for my next sell, i wonder what the day will bring? how many sales will I have? how many times will i use my awesome asian cock? how many balls will I drain?

“Excuse me sir, are you david?”, a young asian stud suddenly says to me. “yes, i am”, I reply. He is a sexy beast. He goes on to tell me that his friend, jason, bought a car from me, and that jason was very satisfied with my services.

“he said you would take good care of me. I need to be taken care of”, he said. “Cum this way”, i replied. We walk the lot to find a car that will work for him. “will you take it in the brown with a stick?”, i smugly ask him. I pull out a car and tell him to hop in. Once on the road, i can feel my throbbing asian cock grow hard. i pull over to let him drive.

As we pull back into the lot, i instruct him to pull around back. he does so like a good little asian bitch. we get out of the car and i fold down the rear seat to demonstrate the room. He climbs in back with me. I start to unbutton his shirt and make him comfortable. “now let me see that huge asian cock i’ve heard so much about?”, he asks. i unleash my weapon of mass destruction to let him play with it. He licks my asian cock head. I fuck his face hard. all down his throat. he slurps and drools all over my cock. I reach for his bulge which is quit nice. I yank on his sleek asian rod. “assume the position”, i order him. he quickly gets on all fours and sticks his awaiting ass up in the air. “tell me how much you want this car”, I scream as I slide my long asian cock deep inside him. as i fuck his little asian ass, he cries out, “I want this car, I want it”. I smack him on his ass. my explosion up his ass forces him to take asian cock cum. I lay him down and suck him dry, swallowing his cream whole.

“now lets go do the paperwork”, i say to him with a wink. Perfect sales technique.

Cumming of Age with a Gay Filipino

2007-08-08T07:53:00.001-07:00

Every time I watch a wheatfield grazing with the wind, both my body and soul are transported back to the summer when i came of age with the help of a strong gay filipino. he was like no other gay filipino i had met before. i know now, i will never have another gay filipino as sexy or sweet.

I had just turned 18 years of age. I was tender, but tough. I was immature for my age, having no idea the value of true lust. Far from home, I went to work for him on his field. From the moment I saw him, there was an attraction. His age, which showed in his graying hair, was at least double mine. His gay filipino body so gorgeous. late in the evenings he would take his shirt off while working with me in the field. His gay filipino skin was sleek. his washboard stomach was rock hard. his cock would bulge through his jeans. he would smile and stare at me with his erotic eyes. We both needed the other. it was just a matter of time.

the last night of my stay, he came to me. his eyes had a softness. no words needed to be said. we just touched. I told him that i hadn’t yet in my life. his whisper in my ear made everything alright. he was gentle, rubbing his gay filipino hands down my body to my dick. He took me in his moist mouth. Slow at first, then fast. out of control. i cried out with excitement. watching his gay filipino face suck my young cock was amazing. he rose to his feet, bent me over the kitchen table, spread my cheeks, and licked my warm asshole clean. when he felt i was lubed enough, he stuck his gay filipino weapon into my waiting asshole. He was slow at first, putting in only a little at a time. but then he gave me the whole package. my body quivered. I cold feel his gay filipino love in me. He began to stroke my dick while he was butt fucking me. All it toke was a few strokes I exploded all over the kitchen table. Gallons of cum came out. It was then when he pulled his meat out and shot all over my backside. He used his gay filipino hands to massage the warm cum into my buttocks. I lay on the table, sweating and gasping for air.

I know it isn’t real, but watching that wheat field, i can feel his throbbing gay filipino cock cumming me of age once more.

Taking Gay Asian Pictures

2007-08-08T07:52:00.000-07:00

The lights are all up and the background is set in preparation to take gay asian pictures. Of all the photo shoots i do, taking gay asian pictures gets me the hottest. for my first shot, i bring in a gay asian stud with a perfectly toned body, and a monstrous dick to go with it. I instruct him to stroke his cock while he licks his lips. “Make love to the camera”, I say. “make love to me”, is what i’m thinking. after a few quick shots, i give him a bottle of whip cream. He squirts some onto his chest, onto the head of his perfect asian meat. I take some more gay asian pictures.

I send in another gay asian boy. this one is a fabulous twink. The kind of young gay asian boy you would like to watch mow your lawn in a pair of tight shorts on a hot summer day. he takes the studs dick in his mouth. This makes for a perfect gay asian picture. I shoot away, allowing them to be free. The stud moans in ecstasy.

they arrange themselves for a 69 position. they suck each other. I tighten the lens for a close up of the lawn boys cock deep inside the studs juicy mouth, making for a wonderful gay asian picture. the stud bends lawn boy over on all fours and spreads his asian butt cheeks. he tongues his little asshole. another hot gay asian picture. the studs begins to fuck lawn boys ass. both men scream. I snap away. i can feel my cock beginning to grow. I focus back to my job, and shoot as many gay asian pictures of this butt fucking action as possible.

Pictures of there faces, both filled with pleasure. the stud yanks his dick out and rises to his feet. lawn boy begins to suck on his beat red slong. I zoom in for the cum shot. I adjust my own package and wipe the sweat from my brow. The stud fires off in lawn boys face, painting it creamy white. “there’s the money shot”, I say. “these are the best gay asian pictures there could be”. and i cant wait to get home a jack off to them.

Asian Male Love Doctor

2007-08-07T08:44:00.001-07:00

Ever since my first appointment with the sexy Asian Male doctor, I find myself getting sicker and sicker each day.

Sick with hunger for his Asian male cock. The first time we met, I was seeking a treatment for my soar back. I was in such pain. The minute he placed his Asian Male hands on my back, I was instantly relieved. Although my back is healed, and I am not really sick, I need to see him. I phone his office to set up an appointment.

“What is the problem?”, the receptionist asks. As I think, “I need hot Asian Male love”, I say, “My leg hurts”. I am given an appointment later on this afternoon.

My aching balls can not wait. I seat myself in the waiting room,. I hope my handsome Asian Male dick doctor will be as thrilled to see me as I am to see him. Moments later I am in his office, seated on the examining table, still waiting. Now I really do have a genuine concern. My cock feels like it is about to explode. Suddenly he breezes into the room like a knight in shinning armor. My gorgeous Asian Male knight.

“Good to see you again Todd”, he smiles at me. “I was hoping I would get a chance to examine you”, he tells me. God, he is so fucking fine His Asian Male ass looks good in those pants. His mouth is so inviting. He notices my buldging cock through my jeans. “Looks like somebody needs some air”, he says to me, as he begins to kiss me madly. His hands caress my thighs. He unzips my jeans to reveal my throbbing meat.

“I have just the thing for that”, he says as he takes me in his mouth He sucks me good, the way only a wonderful Asian Male can. I fuck his face with vigor. My huge rod slides into his wet, warm, juicy, Asian Male mouth. I grab the back of his head. ”Eat my meat doctor, eat it up good”, I order him. I have never felt such naughty pleasure. I pull out and he starts to jerk me off. I a split second I blow my white load all over his flawless Asian Male face. He licks me up, sucking out every drop. He laughs as some goes up his nose.

“All better“, he says to me. “Let my receptionist know to schedule you, same time next week”.

Thai Gay Asian Dick at my cousin's wedding

2007-08-07T08:43:00.000-07:00

I cant believe my younger cousin’s getting married today, and here i am seated at the church thinking of sexy Thai Gay dick. all dick is good, but Thai Gay dick is the best.

i’m so fucking hot in this tuxedo. I can feel a puddle of sweat at the base of my cock. My family sits on either side of me. I frantically search the room for any sign of Thai Gay dick. none over there. none in that direction either. this is beginning to depress me. wait a minute, who the fuck is that? oh baby. tall, dark, and handsome over in the corner. he is fabulous. I cant believe it. I have found some Thai Gay dick, and he looks my kind of bitch. my little cousins best man!

I cant wait for this fucking ceremony to end. he has already looked at me three times. I can tell he wants my meat. i would be more than happy to force it in his tight bitch ass. My cousin and his new wife kiss. finally! as he walks down the aisle, i can’t take my eyes off his Thai Gay dick. he winks at me, assuring his feelings.

at the reception, i fly through the doors with energy. where is my Thai Gay dick bitch? i cant find him. frantically I ask around. He is nowhere to be seen. with my head hung low, i walk outside to the parking area. The rear passenger window of the newlyweds limo rolls down.

“looking for me?”, my Thai Gay dick asks me. my cock is about to explode. I reach for the car door and let myself in. getting down to business immediately, we started to passionately taste each other. tearing our clothes off. his Thai Gay dick was huge. i began to suck on it. I enjoyed his shaft. He especially liked when I tongued his balls. I could taste his sweet Thai Gay dick pre cum, which hardened my girth. He gabbed my head and told me to fuck him like the bitch that he truly was. I bent his beautiful asian body over and slid my manhood into him. I demanded that he take it! I smacked his round cheeks as I showed him who was in charge. he came all over the car seat. I was deep in his ass. all up that dark, warm, asian hole. i pulled out and jacked off all over his backside. he swung around. I ordered him, “drain that pipe, bitch”. he happily did. I grabbed the back of his head and forced him to lick up his own mess. he loved every minute of it.

Later, as the newly weds drove off in the limo with the crowd waiving them goodbye and good luck, my Thai Gay dick buddy and I just laughed and waived in secretive satisfaction.

Gay Asian Casting Couch

2007-08-07T08:41:00.000-07:00

Only in my wildest dreams could i have imagined that hollywood would be filled with so many fabulous Gay Asian men.

It seems all around this industry, whether they be a casting director, a producer, or a movie star, they are true, Gay Asian. i just need a way in the door. It is obvious what i must to do. both for my career, and my sexual fulfillment, I have to enjoy some Gay Asian cock. sitting in the waiting hall of a major Gay Asian studio executive, my heart begins to pound. I have heard much about this man. He calls most of the shots in tinseltown. I have read over my scene and know the part i must play, his bitch. Suddenly his huge office door swings open...

“Mr Yamagucci will see you know”, a cute little Gay Asian twink says to me. I walk into his gigantic office with a hard and steady dick. He sits in his chair with his legs crossed. a sexy beast of a creature, he has flawless skin and a fit Gay Asian body. we shake hands and i take a seat He asks me about myself, i tell him.

I begin to read from the scene. my stuttering voice lets him know i am nervous. Finally, I complete the scene.

“That was not bad”, he says to me. “Do it again, but this time, kneel down on you knees and take your shirt off”, he asks. this is my cue, and i am ready. i do as i am told. starting the scene again from a kneeling position on the floor. half way into my dialogue, he rises from his chair and walks over to me. He unzips his pants to unleash his unbelievably huge Gay Asian girth.

“suck the part out of my dick”, he orders. I gulp his meat. it tastes so good. I slurp his Gay Asian manhood up like a good bitch. I massage his firm, round butt cheeks. he fucks my face like a lion, forcing his Gay Asian lollypop down my throat. I suck hard. I love to suck on Gay Asian dick. with a strong thrust, he blows his Gay Asian load into my warm mouth. I happily swallow his salty cream. I smile at him as i spit some out on my chin. He slaps his cock on my face.

“i am going to make you a star”, mr. yamagucci says to me.

“A big, bright shining, Gay Asian, cock sucking star”.

Gay Asian Cum Festival...

2007-08-07T08:40:00.000-07:00

I am addicted to gay asian cum. If i was stranded on a desert island, and could have only one thing, it would be an unlimited supply of gay asian cum. as long as it cums from Gay asian dick.

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Asian Gay Dick and Fireworks

2007-08-07T08:39:00.000-07:00

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I was sure he had a wonderful asian gay dick. his round, muscular butt grew my cock to a girth i had never known. we dinned the evening of the 4th. next we went down to the beach, laid down a blanket, and waited for the festivities to begin. all were laughing and having a good time. John and i could not take our eyes off one another. The fireworks began, shooting up over the ocean from a barge. i felt johns hand on mine.

he led me back to the house. we walked up the stairs to the bedroom. we never lost eye contact. he laid me on the bed and began to lick me all over with his penetrating tongue. I could feel his asian gay dick getting harder. he made his way to my cock, and began to suck. i gasped for air. He took all my meat. he then tongued my shaven ball sack. through the window i could see the fireworks. red, white, and blue. I pulled john up to a 69 position so i could feast on his asian gay dick.

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we spent the rest of the night holding each other. watching the fireworks outside the window over the sea.

Asian Cock

2007-08-05T06:36:00.000-07:00

By Centfla246 (centfla246@aol.com)

It was late on a Saturday night that I rolled a joint and slipped out to go for a ride. As I drove and smoked, I decided to head for the rest stop on the interstate where I had heard that there was plenty of action happening. I had never done this kind of thing before, and I told myself that I was just looking, but I wondered what I would do if a guy showed any interest in me.

My heart was pounding as I turned into the rest area and drove around to park near the bathrooms where the contacts were supposed to be made. The story I heard said that after meeting in the bathroom, guys would sneak out to the picnic tables where it was dark, and have sex.

I was married, I shouldn't have been doing this kind of thing, but my wife would rather sleep than have sex. And on the occasion she did get horny, she disliked oral sex, both giving and receiving. I love oral sex, and wanted more. I also had a fantasy about sucking a guy's cock, something I did a few times as a boy, and on one drunken night when I was in the military years ago.

As I parked, I noticed that there were a few cars in the darker areas, but could see no one in them. There was no one in the bathroom either, so I went back out and sat in my car. After a couple of minutes, just when I had decided to leave, a small car drove past slowly. The driver was a young dark haired guy who was obviously looking me over. We made eye contact, and he nodded at me. He looked okay to me, but did I really want to do this? I couldn't do this...but what was I doing here, then? He must have thought that I looked okay too, because he stopped and parked in the dark area near the exit. I started the car to leave, but incredibly, when I had to make a choice, I stopped and parked a few spaces behind him. Now he knew that I was interested.

I sat there, not knowing what to do next. I didn't have the nerve to approach him. He would have to come to me. After a couple of minutes, I got out and walked over to a near-by picnic table that was in the trees beside the parking lot. I was so nervous that my knees were shaking as I sat on the table waiting for him to respond. Soon he did, and walked casually into the woods and over to the table where I sat, barely able to breathe.He looked to be in his early twenties, was of Asian descent, and was average height and weight. We said hello and something about the weather. After a moment or two, he slipped his hand down to rub the big bulge in his jeans. I responded by feeling my hard-on, which was growing in my pants. There was no mistaking what we both wanted. There was too much activity in the front of the rest area for me to feel safe enough to do anything where we were. After all, I learned about this place from a news story several weeks earlier. The police were supposed to be cracking down on this kind of thing. We don't want anyone having any illicit sex in our town, do we? That would be sinful!When I told him it was not safe where we were, he agreed and asked if I had, or knew of, a place we could go.

I said that I didn't and he suggested the woods on the other side of the road. The brush was thicker there, and we wouldn't be visible to anyone. It looked okay to me, so he crossed the road and disappeared into the brush on the other side. I soon followed, excited that I was doing such a forbidden thing as this.Parting the bushes, I stepped into the darkness and saw him waiting down a small path. When I got there, it was light enough to see that he had undone his pants and was playing with his dick. It was much bigger than mine, and was uncircumcised! I got even more excited and stepped up to him and pulled my cock out. He reached for my hard-on and began to stroke it softly up and down. It felt great. I opened my pants wider to allow him better access to my cock, and then reached for his.

His dick was very big and hot. I jacked it back and forth and wondered at the feel of the foreskin as it slid easily over his cockhead. My pole was throbbing with excitement, and I could see and feel that he was as fired up as I was. The lights of a passing car caused us to step apart quickly in alarm, but we just as quickly resumed our fondling. He asked again if I knew some place we could go. I told him that I wished I did, but my place was out, and I knew of no other. We just stood there playing with each other, and I was hoping he would just suck me off, when he asked me to go to his place. I had never even considered going to a guy's house for sex, and didn't intend to go so far this night, either.We continued our mutual masturbation, and kept getting hotter and hotter. He asked again, saying his place was nearby and safe. I was so horny I finally said okay. We both fastened our pants and went to our cars. I followed him out of the parking lot.As we drove towards his place, I couldn't believe that I was going to a man's house to have sex with him. I kept thinking if I got to his place, I might be expected to go farther than I intended. All I really wanted was a blow job. At his place, if I got a blow job, I'd probably be expected to give one in return. Was I really going to do this?

Before I could chicken out, we pulled into the driveway of an expensive condo complex and into a secluded parking lot. It was too late now. He led the way to his apartment and I followed him inside. I looked around the living room while he disappeared into a back room. A moment later he called out for me to join him, so I did, barely able to breathe with the thought of what was to come.The back room was a bedroom, with a bathroom through a door to one side. There was a small couch, and a large bed. He--I still didn't know his name--walked over, dimmed the lights, then came over to me. Standing in front of me, he reached for my belt, and began to undo the buckle. I felt like a little girl, being undressed to be fucked for the first time. He was having trouble with the button on my jeans, so I took over, and he started to undress too.

Soon, we were both naked. We both had big hard-ons and I couldn't believe that I was in a man's bedroom, naked and ready to have sex!He stepped up and caressed me. He nuzzled my hair and tried to kiss me. I stopped him. I had never kissed a man before, and told him that there would be no kissing. I didn't answer when he asked if I didn't like to be kissed. No kissing, I said.Pulling me to the bed, he told me to lay back with my head on the pillows. I did, and he grabbed my dick, which was bigger and harder than it had ever been. I was so hot and horny! He knelt down beside me and leaned over to put my cock in his mouth. This cute guy started sucking gently on the head of my dick, and then let it slide deeper into his hot, wet mouth. It felt so good that I moaned in pleasure. I watched as he bobbed up and down on my hard-on and played with my balls.

He would take my dick deep into his throat, then would slide it out to lick at the head and suck at the little slit on the end. He was enjoying this as much as I was! He left my cock to go down to my balls, which he licked and gently sucked into his mouth. His hands wandered over my body and down to my ass, where he spread my cheeks to see my asshole. He stopped sucking long enough to ask if I had ever been fucked in the ass before. I told him that I hadn't. He asked if I had ever fucked a guy in the ass, and I again said no.He kept sucking me and then asked if he could fuck my ass. I said no, that I knew I would like it but I was afraid of AIDS. He said that he didn't have AIDS, and how did I know I'd like it? I told him that I had a dildo that I would slide into my ass when I played with myself, and I liked it a lot. He asked if I had ever sucked a cock before. I answered yes, a long time ago. He asked who it was, and I replied it was a guy that I knew long ago. Did he come in my mouth, he wanted to know. I nodded yes, one time. Did you like it, he asked. I admitted that it had made me very excited.Then he said that if he couldn't fuck me that we were going to stop right now and would go no further. I didn't say anything, but I figured that he was as hot as I was, and we both wanted to continue. I was right, and he resumed his sucking, but he slid around to put his hard cock closer to my face. He asked, "Have you ever sixty-nined with a guy before?"

"No," I said.

"Do you want to?" he asked.

I remained silent.His dick was big and hard, and it looked so hot and exciting. I wrapped my hand around it, and marveled at the size and feel of it. My hand slid up and down that smooth, hard shaft and I just got more and more horny. He watched me play with it for a minute then asked if I wanted to suck it. I want to, I told him, but I was afraid. Then it occurred to me that I was naked in bed with a man and that I had already crossed the line. Once before in my life I had had an opportunity to suck a guy's cock, but I chickened out. I regretted it later. This was my chance to live the fantasy!

Without another thought, I leaned over and put his big, hot dick into my mouth. I closed my lips around that big pole and sucked on it gently. The feeling was incredible. My mouth was stuffed full of hard dick! It was hard, but velvety smooth, and as it got wet with my saliva, it slid easily between my eager lips. He had quit doing me, and watched as I tried to get all of him into my mouth, but could not get the last two inches down. The head pressed against my tonsils as I tried to swallow his sweet dick. I was really loving this!He told me to lick his balls. I had never done that before, but I was so fired-up that I would have done anything he told me to. I let his cock slide out of my mouth and moved down to his hairy balls. I began to lick and suck on his nuts, feeling so submissive and horny. He spread his legs to allow me to see his ass, and asked if there was something else I would like to do. I figured that he wanted me to lick his asshole, and I would have if he had told me to, but he never actually told me.

I went back up to his big, delicious dick, and began sucking it again. He moved back to mine, and we began a true sixty-nine. It was really exciting when he rolled up on top of me, with my mouth under his crotch. I shifted my head to get as much of his meat into my throat as possible, and he began to fuck my face! This was really great, but I couldn't breathe and had to move to get a breath.As we continued sucking each other he started playing with my ass again, and soon he got out of bed to get a condom. He wanted me to fuck his ass and I agreed, but was not overly excited by the idea. I wanted to come with his dick in my mouth!He returned with the rubber and a tube of K.Y. jelly. He rolled the condom down over my hard-on, and put some lubricant on his asshole. Laying on his back with me between his legs, he raised his knees to position my cock at his butt-hole. I tried to put my cock into his ass, but I was getting soft and couldn't. I told him I was sorry, and slid down to begin sucking his cock while I stroked mine back to life. I was on my knees between his legs, playing with myself while I eagerly slid my mouth up and down on his big, hot, tasty dick. God, I loved it! I sucked and sucked, and we both got hotter and hotter. He told me I looked so nasty with his dick in my mouth, and I moaned in heat.

He was getting closer to orgasm, and so was I. He said that he that was getting close, he was almost there, he was cumming! He was cumming! I just sucked harder and deeper, and stroked my cock faster and faster. I couldn't wait to feel him cum in my mouth!He yelled and thrust his cock as deep into my mouth as it would go. My eager lips worked for his hot load and were not disappointed. My mouth filled with his sperm and the excitement was too much. He was cumming right in my mouth, and I was shooting off all over his bed! My mouth was so full of dick and cum, that all I could do was grunt and moan as I had the greatest orgasm of my life!I should have swallowed it, but I didn't. As the moment faded, I opened my mouth and let his hot sperm run down his beautiful cock to puddle on his belly. His dick slid out of my mouth, and I got out of bed to get dressed. I felt guilty for doing such a nasty thing as this and loving it so. He asked if I was sorry for being there, and I told him that I had enjoyed it.I left without getting his name or phone number, but I know where he lives and want so bad to go visit him again. Next time I'll do anything he wants, as long as he lets me suck his delicious dick and comes in my mouth!END

Afghan Fuck Mission

2007-07-30T06:58:00.000-07:00

by Martin Rammsonde (martramm@hotmail.com)

The HMMVW rolled to a stop before a farmhouse north of Kandahar. PFC Chu raised his IR goggles and surveyed the scene. The heat sources bloomed and receded as he adjusted the image, until three sources stood clear. "Sergeant!" he called clearly to the companion seated beside him, "three signatures, two engaged!"

Sgt Willsen chewed his lit cigar. He was a tough African-American, an army man since graduating high school, and hard to impress. Chu hadn't let him down since they'd arrived in theatre. Best fucking IR analyst he'd had. He bit the end off his cigar and spat a wad of tobacco.

"All male?" he asked.

Chris Chu viewed the balls of light that illuminated his goggle. "Affirmative. Single male in north-west corner of compound, two males, uh, plowing ass in the south-east corner". The horny asian grabbed his own crotch and squeezed as he watched the blurry fornicators thrusting in his goggles.

"You sure?" his section commander asked. "three target males?" He trusted Chu implicitly, but he would ask all the same. Plowing ass was interesting. His cock twitched at the thought of watching handsome Afghans breeding Afghans.

"IR don't lie," Chris replied, "I can see their fuckin' peckers." The lone Afghan was lit up in IR by his
sweaty balls. The other two were illuminated where one's cock was sliding into the other's tight ass, and by the IR signature given off by their jizz-swollen balls.

Rufus Willsen reached over and killed the ignition. He swung out of his seat, M-16 slung in his arm. "Let's do it," he said, spitting out the butt of his cigar.

The two soldiers took up position before the farmhouse door, and on the count of three Chris burst through, weapon raised. He moved towards the left, to secure the southeast corner of the complex. Rufus rushed to the right, and before Chris had even navigated the narrow corridor to his targets he heard Rufus shout "Down, down, get down!" followed by "Secured!"

He entered a dimly lit room. In one corner he saw two pale bodies, on a rough bed close to the floor, coupled in coitus. He pulled the trigger on his M-16 twice, firing into the wall well above them, the muzzle flashes briefly illuminating the room.

It was enough to see the two Afghans, one atop the other, ass-fucking. One lay face down on the bed, his ass pushed up by a pillow under his hips. The other sprawled against him, his cock deep inside, almost pulling his fuck-pole free before burying it deep. Chu shouted in the only Pashto he knew "US Army – you are arrested!"

As the fuckers disengaged, their faces came into the spotlight of Chu's M-16 mounted flashlight. The battle-hardened private's jaw dropped – his two captives were indistinguishable. The horny fornicators were identical twins. His already stiff cock swelled in his combats, slipping free from the confines of his briefs. He gestured the naked twinks to stand against the wall, arms up and legs spread. They were clean shaven with short black hair, fit bodies from farm labor, smooth except the dense dark hair around their pubes.

From the next room his sergeant brought the other detainee, hands restrained behind his back. The prisoner's face, even with its tightly cropped beard, was similar enough to the twins to mark him as the older brother. He was shirtless, clad only in partoog, the baggy cotton trousers worn in Afghanistan. Like his younger twin brothers his body was fit, but more muscular, with a trail of black hair leading from a furry patch on his chest down into his pants.

He audibly inhaled in shock as he saw his younger brothers standing naked against the wall, their swollen cocks jutting away from their body: one twin's cock was slick and lubed; the other twin's ass pink from the pounding interrupted by the Americans' raid. Their bodies were witness to their older brother of what they'd been doing with each other.

Willsen pushed the older brother face first against the wall beside his brothers. The sergeant had an ID card he had found. He peered at it. "Who-came," he said, and looked at the man. No response. He grabbed his hair, and turned his head to look at the card in his hand.

"Who-came?" he repeated, waving the card.

The man understood. "Hukam," he said, pronouncing his name.

Rufus grunted. He slapped the ass of the twin beside Hukam to get his attention, and pointed at his brother saying, "Hukam," and then pointed at him, with eyebrows raised.

"Zmarak," the younger man said. He moved sideways to slap the other twin's bare ass. "Hukam. Zmarak," he said.

"Kakay," came the response in a low voice.

The two soldiers looked at their captives, squeezing their swollen cocks through their combat pants. The two twins, Zmarak and Kakay, stood against the wall, their arms raised and palms pressed against the cinderblock. They were naked, their young cocks still stiff and pulsing. Their older brother Hukam stood beside them. He stole a look at his younger brothers' cocks, relieved that his partoog hid his swelling tool. "Fuck, I need to bust my nut," said the older more experienced black man.

Chris licked his finger, and pressed the lubed digit against Zmarak's tight hole. With some effort his digit slipped in. The Afghan youth moaned as the American penetrated his luv-hole. Hukam looked away as the asian GI violated his brother, then slyly glanced back. Zmarak was pushing back, burying Chris's finger deeper, rather than recoiling. Hukam's cock bobbed and a drop of pre-cum leaked from his cock and wicked into his cotton pants.

Chris guided Zmarak towards his twin brother Kakay; the young Afghan's swollen fuck-pole pressed briefly against Kakay's winking sphincter, before it slipped in and was enveloped by his twin's luv-chute. Zmarak, encouraged by Chris's hands on his ass, soon found an easy rhythm fucking his brother's ass.

Hukam was now rock hard as he watched his smooth younger brothers fuck. His cut fuck-pole leaked a steady stream of pre-cum that hung like a salty thread from his throbbing tool.

Chris was stripping out of his combats, anticipating fucking Pashtun man-ass. His throbbing cock burst out of his briefs as he slid them off. His smooth asian body was hairless, other than the silky halo of black hair that surrounded his cock and balls. His sergeant looked approvingly at Chu's muscled physique, the result of vigorous training.

The sight of Zmarak's round Afghan ass tightening and relaxing as the Pashtun twink pumped his brother's love-pussy was by now too much for Chris. He dropped to his knees and spread Zmarak's cheeks, eagerly tonguing the youth's hole as Zmarak bred his twin. Zmarak moaned as his fuck-pussy was swabbed and then penetrated by the American's tongue. The moans turned Chris on more than ever, his cock throbbing at the thought of mating with Zmarak's sweet and tasty boy-cunt.

He stood up behind Zmarak, his raging fuck-pole aimed at the fucker's manhole. He reached around Zmarak to put his hands on his brother Kakay's hips on either side, and slowly pulled himself forward, letting Zmarak's own hip thrust's impale the Pashtun boy on his Asian-American ass-splitter. Zmarak moaned, enjoying the fuck-chute massage he was getting. Chris had only to stand still behind the Afghan fuck-stud to let his cock be serviced by the youth's tight boy-pussy.

It was Rufus's turn now with the oldest of the three Afghan brothers. Hukam couldn't help himself at the sight of the three-way fuck-meet beside him, and had dropped a hand to stroke his thick meat through his cotton trousers. Rufus's fat black cock was ready for action, and Hukam's virgin ass was virtually quivering to be filled.

Rufus put his hands on Hukam's bare muscled shoulders, and guided him towards the stained bed mat that lay on the floor. He pushed him on his back, then slid off the Afghan's white partoog, leaving him naked, his hard dripping cock pressed against his furry belly. The sergeant now stripped bare, his engorged black fuck-stick springing out of his briefs and wetly slapping his stomach. Hukam's cock drooled as he stared at the unimagined black meat.

Rufus spread and raised the Pashtun's legs, throwing Hukam's legs over his shoulders, and then pressed the bulb of his man-meat against Hukam's hungry love-hole. He slowly pressed forward until he felt Hukam yield, and then he buried his long thick cock deep in Afghan ass. He started fucking the young man long and deep, while both of them stole glances at the horny threesome rutting nearby.

Rufus was slick with sweat by the time he felt his cock swell in Hukam's ass, and his balls tighten up into him, and then he was shooting his black seed deep into the Afghan stud. He kept pumping his ass until his creamy spooge started pistoning out of the Afghan's ass.

Hukam was surprised to actually feel the American's hot mans-punk exploding inside him. And then, with Rufus still leaning over him, and the spent black cock still deep in his ass, with his ankles still draped on the sergeant's powerful shoulders, he felt his balls draw tight, and hot creamy Pashtun man-juice was splattering over his chin and chest. He involuntarily made short inarticulate sounds with each contraction of his balls. He gasped as his climax faded. Without ever touching his cock, this black fucker had milked him dry.

Before he slipped out of Hukam's ass, Rufus felt the contractions of the orgasming Afghan's fuckring around his cock. He leaned forward to lick the hot white spooge off Hukam's chin and chest.

Zmarak's cock had been stroking itself in Kakay's tight boy-hole with every thrust forward, while his
lovebutton in his own fuck-pussy was being massaged on every thrust backward by the rigid asian man-pole behind him. When he heard his older brother Hukam's noisy orgasm, it sent him over the top, and he buried himself deep in Kakay's ass to deliver his load. Chris felt the boy's cherry lock around his cock, and took the cue, vigorously thrusting to stroke Zmarak's g-spot and prolong the Afghan's fuck-blast.

When his nuts had been milked dry, the sweaty twink held onto his brother, still deep inside him, as Chris continued to hammer him from behind. Chris reached in front of Zmarak's spent balls to where the Afghan's cock split apart his twin's ass, and scooped the creamy man-juice leaking from Kakay's luv-hole with his fingers, then brought it to Zmarak's lips.

The twink eagerly gobbled his own cum from Chris's fingers, licking them clean. Still fucking the Afgan's tight ass, Chris reached again for another wad of Zmarak's boy-honey, but offered it this time to Zmarak's horny twin. Kakay, still impaled on his brother's softening fuck-stick, sucked ravenously at Chris's fingers, consuming the salty treat his brother had deposited up his ass.

Chris pushed his smooth chest against Zmarak's warm back, thrusting hard and deep into his velvety boy-cunt. He was going to bust his nut soon. He banged hard into the tight fuck-hole twice more, than pulled out and grabbed Zmarak by the shoulders and forced him to his knees. He pushed his cock urgently to the Afghan's lips, which parted to accept the thick cock and swallow it without question. He grabbed Zmarak's thick black hair and slammed his engorged cock down his throat. Once. Twice. And then he pulled free, and blasted wad after wad of Chu-juice onto Zmarak's surprised face. His boy-gravy slid down the Afghan's face; Zmarak licked what he could from his lips.

Kakay's cock still twitched, unsatiated, and his twin's twinkbatter leaked from his well-fucked lovehole. He knelt and licked the asian boycream from his brother's face.

Rufus grabbed the still-horny Kakay, and threw him on the bed mat. He rolled Hukam onto his side, and bent up one leg to expose his Afri-bred hole, oozing man milk. He roughly guided Kakay's cock to his older brother's hole. Kakay excitedly followed, pushing his throbbing fuck-rod up Hukam's jizz-lubed boy-cunt. Hukam grunted as his ass was vigorously violated by the second cock of the night.

Kakay wrapped his arms around his older brother for affection as well as for leverage, and aggressively fucked his sloppy manhole. With each thrust into his brother, his buttocks squeezed out some of Zmarak's fresh boy-jizz. The previous exertions with Zmarak and Chris had left him near the edge, and it wasn't long before his body spasmed and he bust his nut inside Hukam, his cream mixing with Rufus's.

Leaving the three brothers naked and sticky with spunk on the bed, Chu and Willsen pulled on their combats, their hearts still pounding from the heavy work of their man-fucking. They made a cursory search of the dwelling, confiscating an ancient pre-WWI Lee-Enfield rifle, which they threw in the back of their humvee, and then they accelerated away, disappearing in a cloud of Central Asian dust, the same dust that had stirred under the feet of Alexander's Macedonian army more than two millennia ago. Like the dust, the people were immutable.

When the foreigners had left, and with Zmarak and Kakay exhausted and in a deep fuck-induced slumber, Hukam crept to the farmhouse's tiny kitchen, and rolled up the rug on the floor. Underneath the rug lay a wooden trap door. He pulled up the door and peered into the darkness of the deep spiderhole that lay beneath. A bearded turbaned head appeared in the shaft of light dimly illuminating the base of the ladder that led into the squalid hole, and blinked.

Hukam sighed. His tall Arab guest would live another day. He dropped the trapdoor with a bang, and kicked the rolled carpet back to cover it. His cock was getting hard again, and only his twin brothers could extinguish the new and burning thoughts that fired his mind.

END

Abe, a Jap Teen Model

2007-07-30T06:47:00.000-07:00

by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

Before we use a boy in a video, we often have to check him out to see if he is indeed what we want to use.some of you Have asked about these early stages of seducing a boy. Exactly how do we go about getting them ready? So on this trip; I recorded with my camera the early stages of preparing a boy. This boy's name is Abe and he is fifteen. His name is pronounced Abey accent on the first syllable.

First, I wined and dined him and he was all impressed that I work with teen models and do theatre etc. when I had him slightly drunk; I invited him up to my room, where my assistant waited. He would stay in the bedroom until the kid was unconscious. We had more drinks and I showed him some models in magazines etc. Then I gave him some drugs.

If the boy is shy and doesn't want to partake in drugs, slip a mickey into his drink. Once the boy is really
woozy or out, you can strip him bare-assed and get an idea if he is indeed the boy you want. Abe had really
fine nipples, I saw at once, nice and large and pouty and I knew I would have lots of fun helping this teen
to develop them into real slut tits. Look at them in the photos, how well formed they are. He had a really smooth body with soft as velvet skin that I also liked. I got really excited, knowing what a fun night we were going to have turning this innocent boy into a fuck-slut.

I decided to drag him into the bedroom for a better look. We blindfolded him because my friend and assistant were afraid of being recognized in any photos. While I generally don't like blindfolding a boy, it added mystery on this occasion, and once my friend left, I could remove the blindfold for some nice face shots of the kid suffering.

I got the kid onto the bed and had my friend hold him so that I could get some good photos of the boy's virginal body for you on the mailing list. Please excuse my friend's shyness in covering up his face for the photo, but concentrate on young Abe instead. Isn't it a fine teenage body? Look at the well developed dick. It was then that I noticed that the boy had really large balls, not only for a fifteen year old, but for a boy of any age.

I knew then that I could have hours of fun with those cum sacks and that the boy would be in extreme agony. I wished I had brought my ping pong paddle along, but I was sure I could improvise. With my friend's help, I tied the boy to the bed so that I could really get a good shot of that fifteen year old fuck-sack.

You and I know that shots of fifteen year old fuck- sacks are not all that common on the internet. My
friend and I played with the boy's body a bit, waiting for him to come around. When he was coherent enough to struggle and cry a bit, I whispered to the boy that I was going to fuck his virginal ass and turn it into a cunt.

I told him my friend would also fuck his ass. Then we would put our dirty dicks in his mouth and he would suck our cocks. The boy really freaked out. He gave me all that shit about how he was straight and not gay and I told him as I always do, that I wasn't interested in a little fairy boy. I wanted a nice normal straight boy that I could fuck and turn into a cunt!

He threw himself in his bonds and wailed and screamed and sobbed and begged, and all the while we stroked his beautiful teenage body and just kept telling him we were going to turn his ass into a pussy and there was nothing he could do. I crawled up onto the bed above him so I could rub my leaking dick and balls all over his handsome face to freak him out even more. I coated his lips with drooling pre fuck, and he gagged and choked on the taste. I told him he would be a girl after we got through with him, and he could sexually service all the boys at his school. I then tied his legs back over his chest so we could have a look at that pretty virginal boy-asshole that would soon be a fucked twat.

He looked so dear, lying like that, scared out of his mind, all trussed up bare-assed on the bed, waiting for our dicks. I decided to see what the teen had in the way of the prick department.

I masturbated him while my buddy played with his tits...then I took a photo of my pal jerking on the nice thick teen prick. Now it was time to examine the young fifteen year old asshole in some detail, and then prepare it for its first fuck!

After auditioning so many boys and young men who want to be models and crawl from the darkness of poverty into the shining light of stardom, I know when I have potential talent in my hands, or on my dick. Abe was one such boy. Fifteen and a beautiful virgin.

True I'd had to drug him and get him drunk to get him into my bed, but I was sure ten or fifteen cocks up his ass-pussy would whip the boy into shape. Or perhaps we would have to actually whip him, or find some other games to play with him, but I felt sure he was a natural submissive and would break before long.

I am writing this piece to illustrate to you how we begin to work with models; before they reach the stage where they pose for the stories you see picturized with their beauty. It's not easy at first. Oh no, they fight and protest quite a bit. Not only from the pain of dick in their asses, but from the shameful realization that hundreds, maybe thousands of men are going to see them bare assed naked. Are going to see disgusting, humiliating things done to them.

This is the horror they fight against. This is what they fear will ruin their lives, even more than the
pain of a big prick up the ass and in the mouth. Of course I help things along by reminding the boy that everywhere he goes form this moment on... everyone he meets may be someone who has seen him fucked on the internet or in films.

I remind the boy of the Japanese baseball player who has recently become a star in the US, only to have scandal follow him when it was revealed that he was fucked in several videos when he was a teen. (I'm proud to say that this famous player whose name I shall not repeat at this time, was one of Ryo's boys... well at the time Ryo was only working for the studio, he had not taken over as of yet).

Anyway, every Japanese high school boy knows of this embarrassing incident and realizes that his own shameful acts may someday emerge to ruin his life.

How do I spot talent in a star? Well this boy had beautiful natural cocksucker lips. When I first visited with him, I just kept imaging my big fat dick going in and out of his mouth and those lips sucking on fuck-meat.

Next he had a really gorgeous ass, even in jeans. His globes looked full, but not at all fatty, hard and
smooth and round.

Third, he seemed naturally submissive. This is the most important feature that you must look for. Try to find a boy who is shy and a bit of a loner, but who dreams of being popular and a celebrity. These dreamers are the easiest type to break down.

The biggest surprise with Abe was the sight of those delightful tits. His tits are real winners, full and
pouty and perfect for some extreme tit torture. It wasn't until he was unconscious and I had his shirt off that I saw those prize winning tits. And then, I was further delighted by his heavy low hanging nut sack, very unusual for a fifteen year old.

I started to imagine the fun we could have filming a session torturing his ball bag and seeing if we could get it to hang down to his knees. And not a hair on his young nuts or around his ass-pucker.

My pal and I got his legs up and spread so I could check out his asshole. You know, there are so many young models in the underground porno industry today, that a boy who is already fifteen had better have a pretty extraordinary asshole to make it in the business.

Its not enough to have a pretty face, the other end had better be beautiful as well. Well, I am happy to report that Abe has a perfect asshole. Pink and tiny and with a corrugated rim and sweet and well, so fuckable. It looked so perfect I wondered for a moment if he even used it for shitting, so clean and pretty. I couldn't wait to start stretching it to grotesque proportions.

Look at the beautiful shot of his ass soon to be cunt. He cried a lot when I played with his pucker and told him how it was going to get all stretched out of shape by the big things we would shove up it. Dicks, and bottles, and candles, and broom handles, and sausages, and dildos, and baseball bats. I shoved a couple of fingers in and listened to him moan with pain and shame.

"If you think that hurts baby, imagine how a baseball bat will feel shoved fourteen inches up your hole." I told him to be happy because his extreme pain would please me and many other men as well. I told him to think of the joy he was going to bring to others. And then I fucked him.

And then my friend fucked him as I cleaned my dick off on Abe's face and gave him his first taste of cock. I won't write much about his screams of pain and his begging and drooling, and sobbing and crying. You've all been there and see all of that. It was a lot of fun, to say the least.

I wanted to insert a little moral lesson into the fun, so I told Abe, "You see what happens when you get drunk at fifteen, you end up getting fucked in the ass and turned into a cunt."

Boys are so unique in that when you break down their newly formed manhood, they become like little children again. He actually cried for his mommy while I was dicking him for the second time.

The second time I didn't go easy on him. I rammed that prick as deep as I could so my balls were slapping against his thighs and then I grinded my hips around to reach every part of his inner rectum and intestines and turn it all into hot, moist twat. I fucked him so hard, his young body was bouncing on the bed like a basketball.

You should have heard the miserable grunting that slowly replaced the sobs and cries. He was grunting like a stuck pig. I pulled out to shoot my load over his face, but he looked so sexy and hot in his tortured state, that I lost control, which is very unlike me and a testament to the boy's sexuality. I never made it to his face, but shot my load all over his tummy and hip and the bed next to him. My sarcastic pal snapped a photo.

I hate to waste good baby batter, so I scooped it up into my fingers and fed it to Abe. He tried to turn his pretty face away, but I held it in one hand and fed him the cock-snot with the other. "Here we go baby, time for dinner. How about some nice dick spooge. You'll be eating this every day from now on."

My pal fucked him again, and the boy's asshole was now nice and loose and the ass lips were swollen and raw, so we allowed the boy to rest on the bed for a while, while we telephoned ten of our friends to come over to continue the kid's education.

I love it when a boy thinks he cannot possibly take even one cock and the way he squeals and grunts with the dick in him, and how he prays it will soon end, only to find that there is another dick waiting to continue the torture. When I told Abe that there were ten more dicks to look forward to, he sobbed that it would kill him...that he couldn't take any more.

"We'll just have to wait and see," I said.

Well, he did survive...ten more pricks in his mouth and ass. And then we pissed on him and did all kinds of other nasty things. When he let him go, we told him that he had to be available anytime night or day that we might call. He was not to date girls or go out with friends.

He was to come right home from school each day and wait for our call. He would be getting fucked at least three times a week until further notice. And if he resisted at all, or told anyone, or didn't show up when we called, we would have to pay a visit to his dear sweet old mum and she would not enjoy what would happen to her.

Of course, I couldn't stay for further visits with Abe, I had to move on to new teen flesh, and I had little time on this trip. But I am going back for two weeks soon, partly just to check up on our boy and see how he is doing. I want to introduce him to animals and some other games.

Gary and John Story

2007-07-28T10:34:00.001-07:00

Chapter One.

If I thought I'd given Garry a shock when I told him that we were to leave Dover, I had an even bigger one given to me a couple of weeks later when I got to work one morning. Garry and I had spent the weekend camping near Exeter, trying to find somewhere to live. We'd come up with a couple of places that were worth a second look, and had more or less agreed to go down again the following weekend, stay in a hotel this time and check them out.

On Monday, I was called into the boss's office. There was a cup of coffee waiting for me on his desk, which told me firstly that I wasn't in trouble, and secondly that whatever he had to tell me was important. He wasn't the sort of man to beat about the bush very much and started off by telling me that he had had second thoughts about the job in Exeter. My heart sank at this disastrous news not least because I knew how badly Garry would take it, but before I could say anything, he hurried on.

"There's a vacancy arisen in our office in Cairo. That's Cairo, Egypt," he smiled. "The guy who was the Deputy Manager there has left, and I need a replacement urgently and I'd like you to go out there." He went on to explain that I could still have the job in Exeter if I wanted, that offer hadn't been withdrawn, but he thought I would like to see a bit of the world. When I reminded him of Garry, he nodded and said that he'd forgotten about him, but that shouldn't be a problem as the company owned a flat and I was welcome to use it, with or without family, he grinned.

The only immediate difficulty was that he needed an answer as soon as possible, preferably today. After giving the matter some thought, I told him that I would like the job very much, but I had to check it out with Garry first.

Having agreed that I could take the rest of the day off to see Garry and explain things, I sent a text message, asking him to meet me at the school gates at lunchtime. And, remembering how upset he was the last time I gave him a surprise, sent a second one telling him that it was good news and not bad!

When I collected him, he was firstly surprised and secondly, despite my second text, worried. I sat him in the car and pulled away from the school.

"I've been offered another job," I started. "But this one is a bit further away than Exeter."
"Where?" he asked, "And with the same firm?"

"Yes, the same company and the job is in Egypt. Cairo. They want me to go out there as Deputy Manager, as soon as possible."

He thought about it for a moment; I could see he was unsettled and had something on his mind. He sat, biting his lower lip and staring out of the window. It suddenly hit me what was worrying him. I was being stupid again, I'd missed out the most important bit. "You will be coming, of course. If you want to that is. If you don't want to go, the other job is still there." He visibly relaxed and turned to look at me. I think he was about to say something, but changed his mind and instead asked me what I wanted to do.

"I'd like for us both to go to Egypt, I think it'll be good fun. But if you don't want to, then we'll stay here."

He gave me one of his special smiles and unclenched his hands. "Can we go? It'll be fantastic, much better than Exeter anytime."

"But you've never lived in Exeter," I said, grinning.

"No, but Egypt's gotta be better, hasn't it!"

I couldn't argue with that, so I turned the car round and headed back towards school. "Aww, come on, you aren't going to make me go back to school now are you?" he said.

He had a point. I know that I'd have difficulty settling down to do any work under these circumstances, especially if I was Garry's age. I pulled a face at him, and agreed that we could give school a miss for once. Instead we went back to my office where I introduced Garry to the people that worked there before going in to see the boss. He and Garry had met once or twice before, usually at company social functions, but they'd never actually spoken very much. I was impressed by the way Garry carried himself, given that the meeting was so unexpected. Wechatted for a while before I confirmed that I would take the post up if it was still on offer, provided that the accommodation was taken care of, and Garry could accompany me. This was quickly agreed to, and to sort of celebrate I took the rest of the afternoon off to go out with Garry.

I don't think the reality of the rapid change in circumstances really hit us until we walked out of the office onto the street when Garry and I looked at each other in disbelief. "Did we just agree to go to live in Egypt?" I said, looking at my nephew. "Err, yes I think we did." he grinned.

We laughed almost insanely at each other and headed off into town to get something to eat.

Continued.....

Boy Seeds Fulfilled

2007-07-26T10:26:00.000-07:00

The boy returned to his vision place of stone: a cold dark cave that stretched out to the river like a hand of bone. Hope was in his heart. This was where the three look-alike youths had embraced him with love, lust and wisdom from inside himself. He felt ready now to seek for a man's love.

Father Sun was hidden behind the clouds. Not yet risen in His sky was old Grandfather Moon who had witnessed the youth's first release of boy seeds. A warrior in camp had embraced him proudly for that accomplishment but he wasn't a man who desired a boy. He only lusted for his squaws. In pain, the youth had to turn away from him so that his heart could be openfor another. A man who could give him love from his body as well as from his heart.

The boy stood against cold dark stone all morning to wait for him.

There came a dipping sound from the river. The boy tried peering through the thick fog to see what it was when he spied the ghostly shape that became a canoe; a young man inside. His long black hair was braided over his chest. Long willow arms rested over his dark folded legs. He smiled. The boy went to the edge of his cave to give a friendly wave. In his heart burned the hope for love.

Yet it seemed not to be. The boy watched the long canoe with its man slipping by him over the slow moving river; a really handsome man. Urgency tugged at the youth's heart. He would have to catch him!

With a soft splash, the boy dived into the river. Its cold spirit sucked warmth from his small body. Breaths held. Above him he swam towards the dark shape on the water. When he surfaced, the man smiled again. His strong hand lifted the dripping youth into his canoe.

Nothing spoken could pass between them in understanding so hand gestures were made. The brave asked why he had come. The youth's earlier boldness now turned to reluctance. How could he ask the man if he was the one to love him?

The canoe was turned towards the bank by the brave's slow movement of his wooden paddle. It dipped into the water like a thirsty bird. A mesmerizing rhythm. The boy faced the man with a shy grin and his keen eyes studied him. Strength shown from the man's arms as he maneuvered his canoe. His breast flexed with power. In the man's breechclout, his male bulge caught the boy's eye. It caused a swift lifting of the youth's pole for the man to spy on.

The brave lowered his wooden paddle into the canoe. He smiled at the youth for his proud male display: a hard pole standing against his belly. The man wasn't surprised when the boy began pulling on it. A common male rite. He seemed of age to spill boy seeds from it.

The man nodded with understanding. He remembered in his youth the need to pleasure his growing body that led to spilling his own boy seeds just like this youth was trying. Yet more than simple thrills burned in this boy's eyes; some kind of wanting: for him?

The brave felt his manly excitement for the naked boy sitting in his canoe. A really cute youth from a tribe not of his People. He had desired to have a son but to get one, he'd have to lay with a squaw. His loins felt no lust for one. That shameful realization had kept him away from his tribe. He was in search of the reason why.

Within the man's breechclout came an answer. His loins were hard not for a woman but for this young boy. Shame was cast aside to accept the truth of it. When the youth gestured for him to reveal his hidden excitement, the brave felt like the ground-bound chick that had finally grown wings to fly away.

Without shame, the young man lifted the front cloth to his breechclout. What had lain inside it made the boy grin. He saw that the brave's display matched his but with greater power. His slim hand began playing over it to join into the boy's lusty game.

The youth wanted something more. His hand dropped away from his aching flesh so that he could express the aching from his heart. He held the man's knees, their bodies whispering over the water. A great longing filled the boy's eyes. He wondered if the man would see it.

When the long willow arms reached out for him, the youth sprang into the man's lap. It became a wonderful hug of warmth and bodily love. They embraced beyond the love of father for his son. So easily their differing sizes fitted to complete each other. They made love.

The ghostly shape of a canoe drifted down the river unguided. No soft dipping. The man had his arms full of boy. Kisses were given him and between them their hard poles danced to a lusty beat. The boy kept his body close to the brave's male power that pleasured him beyond knowledge and hope. His finger erection pressed against the man's fleshy spear with building thrills. In the youth's heart, he heard singing that spoke to him about this nice man: love, Love, LOVE HIM!

The young brave heard that same song in his heart. He kept the youth's small body close to his breast and made sweet love to him. Kisses went to the boy's hair. His manly cock rubbed against the stiff boy pole in a proud show of male pleasuring. Their differing bodies were trying hard to
become one.

In a thunderous climax, both loins flowed between trembling bellies. The sweet joy from their union bound the boy to his man. He had at last found love. Boy seeds were fulfilled.

The Orgy Room

2007-07-23T23:44:00.000-07:00

It's almost 11PM, and the room is pitch black. I can't see my hand in front of my face. And it's amazingly quiet in here . . . except for periodic moans and groans that grow in intensity, as someone in the room approaches a climax. For the first time in my life, I'm in the orgy room of a gay bathhouse.

I've been here for about ten minutes now, and one thing I've learned for sure . . . the room is full of swinging cocks. It is wall to wall hard dick in here. Yet there's almost no conversation going on. This is apparently a place where horny guys get down to the basics of raw, animal, man to man sex. With no preliminaries.

I'm feeling my way around the room, trying to get my bearings. Some dude behind me is groping me as I move, but I try to ignore him. It's all too much too soon for me. Apparently the only furniture is a huge round bed in the middle of the room. As I ease around the bed I feel a tangle of hairy arms and legs and dicks and balls, in a bewildering array of positions and activities.

And now that I'm close to the bed, I hear the unmistakable sounds of hot gay male sex. The soft slurping sounds of cocks thrusting in and out of mouths. And the soft grunts and groans of some lucky dude taking an extra big dick up his ass.

I feel dizzy. This is hormone overload for me, and I guess I'm not ready for it yet. I manage to find a tiny piece of the bed that's unoccupied, and I gratefully sit down on it. But within seconds I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders. Someone is apparently standing directly in front of me, but I can't see a thing because of the total darkness. Then, in rapid succession, I feel a hairy crotch being pushed into my face, and a big dickhead oozing precum being rubbed against my lips.

The guy who belongs to the dick leans down and whispers in my ear, a husky, hoarse whisper, "How about smoking on this for a while, buddy?!"

I'm about to say, "Back off, man!" But then I rub my hands from his groin up across muscular abs and pecs, and then back to his groin again. I wrap my hand around his cock, and that really gets my attention. He has one of those heavy, pumped up dicks that feels like it's just bursting with cum.

I know I'm a piece of meat to this dude, but I'm totally turned on by his awesome bod and his pumped up rod. "Smoke on it, huh?", I whisper in reply. "Sure, I'll smoke on your dick, you cocky bastard." Since it's so dark in here, he doesn't know I'm grinning from ear to ear.

Without another word, he takes my hand and leads me to a corner of the room. It's slow going, because there are a lot of hard, naked men between us and the corner. Once we're there, I feel him turn to face me. He puts his hands on my shoulders again and pushes me down. I go with the flow and find myself on my knees, with his leaking dickhead back on my lips. This time I open my mouth and take him in, and he lets out a deep groan.

My tongue starts working on the underside of his cockhead. I can tell I'm doing it right, even if I am inexperienced. He's got both of his hands cupped behind my head, and he's pumping his hips back and forth. He's fucking my face with slow, shallow strokes, so that my tongue never leaves the head of his dick.

And I can tell he's really starting to get horned up now. His strokes are still slow and gentle, but he's starting to plow into me a little deeper with each thrust. And somewhere between my conscious and subconscious mind it registers with me that I'm giving this dude a blow job! That's a first for me. My few previous experiences were all reciprocal.

I guess I always thought that giving a blow job would be demeaning. But instead it's exhilarating! I know I'm just servicing this guy. He's just using me to get his rocks off. But he's got such a gentle touch – it excites me to be able to help him shoot his load.

I've been concentrating totally on his luscious dick up until now. Then it dawns on me that all this time I've been holding onto a really great, firm, muscular ass. I rub my hand over it and feel him shudder. I rub my finger over his hairy ass crack and he groans. I burrow a finger farther in - searching for his asshole and I feel him jump. I'm starting to think that this dude might be as inexperienced as I am. Then he puts his hands down on my shoulders again and massages them, as if to say it's okay to continue.

So I go on probing - and there it is. His asshole is moist from sweat - and tight. I stroke it and massage it and rub it. I love the way it feels. It's so smooth and velvety compared to all the coarse hairs surrounding it. And then my finger gently pushes into his asshole – all the way in. And he is moaning continuously now. I am so turned on by his asshole, if I didn't have a mouthful of dick I know I would rim him now. And that would be another first for me.

He slows his thrusts now, and then stops with just his cock head still in my mouth. He's panting hard. I know he's close and doesn't want to cum yet. So I pull my finger out of his asshole, and grab hold of his hairy thighs with both hands. He puts a hand on each of my cheeks, so that he is holding my head in his hands. And then we both remain perfectly still.

And somehow I find this quiet interlude tremendously erotic. Neither of us wants him to cum yet. Both of us want him to continue his slow gentle strokes in my mouth. So we are being totally still - to bring him back from the brink - so we can prolong our sexual intimacy.

Then, after several minutes, he begins anew. With his cock head in my mouth, he gently pulls my head toward his crotch. And his dick glides slowly into my mouth, while his body remains motionless. He continues pulling my head toward him until my face is pressing hard against his hairy crotch, and his cock is down my throat. Then he gives one or two gentle thrusts with his hips, just to be sure that I know that he's all the way in. To complete the cycle, he slowly pushes my head back away from his crotch, and his dick slides out of my throat.

His only motion is the movement of his hands as he directs my head into his crotch and then back out again - along with the gentle hip thrust when his dick is all the way down my throat. He is an expert at giving long, leisurely thrusts. All of his movements are fluid and graceful. Over and over I feel the sensuous slow passage of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. His moans are continuous again. And just knowing that I am responsible for giving this man so much sexual pleasure is a real turn-on for me. I'm on my knees before him, to do his bidding. I want him to use my body so he can experience the exquisite moments of orgasm.

Then I have the weirdest sensation. It's just that everything about the two of us together seems so right. Our movements seem like those of two long time lovers slow dancing together - moving as one without missing a beat.

But then our rhythm is broken as he drops to his knees facing me. He embraces me and kisses me softly on the lips. His kisses are as gentle as his strokes, and his lips linger on mine as he runs his tongue lightly across my lips.

Whoa! What's going on here? A moment ago I was giving a slow and gentle blow job to a very appreciative bloke. And now we're involved in a love-fest! Don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining - just very surprised.

We roll over onto the carpet so that we are lying side by side facing each other. I press up hard against him - I just can't get enough of him. Then in a flash he reverses himself, so that we are lying in the classic 69 position. His hairy balls have a heady, musky aroma. I lick the underside of them, where they are joined to his groin, and I hear another groan. Then I burrow my nose into his hairy crotch and inhale the raunchy, beautiful, masculine aroma of fresh male sweat.

Our minds are working as one now. As I take his throbbing dick down my throat, my cock glides slowly into his mouth. Even though I'm a thick seven inches, he takes me to the hilt. And I know I have all of him when I feel my nose pressing up against his balls.

And that's the beginning of an awesome half hour of oral sex. Moving our hips and our heads, we fuck each other slow and gentle, then fast and hard, and then back to slow and gentle again. We seem somehow to be in perfect sync. Everything seems to fit. I wish it could go on forever.

I know he prefers long, slow and gentle strokes, so I'm giving him those exclusively now. My dick slides in and out of his mouth with a wondrous, slow, rhythmic cadence. And his cock maintains that same cadence in my mouth.

I know I'm getting close now, so I pull my cock part way out of his mouth, so that he can focus all of his attention on my dick head. It's had so much stimulation that it's now super-sensitive to his touch. He wraps his tongue around it, sucking and licking and then sucking some more.

And that pushes me over the brink. My cock goes granite hard. The cum churns in my balls, rushes up my thick cum tube and explodes in his mouth. I hear both of us moan as the first spurt blasts the back of his throat. And then there are several more - they coat his mouth and throat with my hot jizz. When my spurts subside he licks the head of my dick, slowly and sensually, to get the last of the cum that is still oozing from me. Bells and whistles go off in my head, and I marvel at the ability of this stranger to bring me such ecstasy.

Feeling the flood of my cum in his mouth pushes him over the edge too. He sends five or six heavy shots of white hot jizz into me. I hold it in my mouth and swallow it slowly - savoring it. And once again I'm amazed that this act of intimacy effects me in such a profound way. I feel at peace
with the world.

Barely moving, we hold one another tightly as we lick up the last drops of cum. Then he swings around again and lies gently on top of me. We kiss tenderly as we lie clinging to one another for several minutes – totally oblivious to the moans and groans of others in the room.

Then, with a final kiss he is up and moving toward the door. I'm surprised by his sudden departure, and I follow him out a few seconds later. I look down the hall but there is no one in sight.

I stumble into an empty room, lock the door and crash on the bed. I replay the past hour in my mind. Everything seemed so right between us, and then he vanishes without a trace. But I know I shouldn't really be surprised. I have always heard that bathhouse sex is anonymous sex. I toss and turn before finally conking out around 5AM.

I wake up around 2PM that afternoon, thinking about Kevin. Gorgeous Kevin, who has always been my closest friend. Kevin and I are kindred spirits - soul mates. Kevin is my guardian angel and my father confessor. He's always there for me when things are bleak, with a big shoulder for me to cry on.

Kevin is the light of my life. I can not imagine life without him. He completes me. He is a part of me. If he wasn't straight, he and I would almost certainly be lovers. Kevin is my nineteen year old brother – my identical twin brother.

Our intense closeness developed in early adolescence. That's when we became inseparable. People stopped mentioning our names alone. It was never just `Kevin' anymore. It was never just `Marky' anymore. From then on it was always `Kevin and Marky'. We never went through that stage that so many identical twins go through - when they yearn for a totally separate identity of their own. Our identities are inextricably linked, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

What we have is so much more than brotherly love. It verges on romantic love. We go on long walks on the beach together - just the two of us. If the beach is deserted, we hold hands. On those occasions - when he reaches over and takes my hand - I feel as though we are the only two people in the world.

Beginning about four months ago, every Wednesday we go out to dinner at a gay restaurant in West Hollywood. Just the two of us. It's a romantic, candle lit spot, and we always get a booth. He sits beside me in the booth, and he holds my hand or puts his hand on my thigh while we eat. And yeah, I know that's not typical behavior between brothers. But then, we're not typical.

A friend once told me that I am always standing in Kevin's shadow. And there's some truth in that. Kevin is outgoing and gregarious, and I guess I'm slightly on the introverted side. Kevin revels in the spotlight, and I'm happy to let him have it. When we're in social situations, Kevin makes a conscious effort to stay physically close to me, to be sure that I'm included in everything. He's always thinking of me in ways like that.

When friends want to tease us, they tell us we are so close we must be joined at the hip. I feel like telling them that I would love to be joined to Kevin - but not at the hip. That's right. Even though I have a brotherly love and a romantic love for Kevin, I also love him in another way. It's a raunchy, lustful kind of love. It's the kind of love that makes me want to suck him off and rim him and fuck him and . . . but that's the love that remains unspoken.

I guess most people think of Kevin as my big brother, even though we are physically identical. In fact, if we stand together without moving or speaking, even our best friends can't tell us apart. So to describe Kevin physically is to describe me physically. Kevin says that we are six foot one and 180 pounds of athletic grace and muscle. I know he says it tongue in cheek, but it still embarrasses me to hear us described like that. Even if it is pretty accurate. Golden blond hair covers much of our bodies, but our abs and our pecs are smooth.

Our powerful bodies and our muscular arms and legs are mainly the result of a happy convergence of great genes from our mother and our father. Our Kennedy High School senior year book called us a `matched pair of blond, blue eyed hunks'. Yeah, well . . . I think the editor of the year book had a crush on Kevin that semester.

And oh yeah, there's one way that Kevin and I are physically different. My big feet are a size larger than his. And you probably know what they say about dudes with big feet. Anyway, we checked it out one day about two months ago when we were horsing around. And we both hang seven thick inches. "Wow," Kevin said with a grin, "that's a relief. Junior would have felt awful if he hadn't measured up." That was the first time I had ever heard him refer to his dick as `Junior', and I laughed out loud. Somehow there was something very erotic about Kevin giving his cock a name. Since then, I notice that Kevin manages to work 'Junior' into the conversation a lot, but only when the two of us are alone. Hmm.

There's something between Kevin and me that we call our `twin ESP'. We not only finish each others sentences, sometimes we finish each others unspoken thoughts. I've never totally believed in extra sensory perception, but what we have is as close to that as you can possibly get. It's almost like mental telepathy. Sometimes Kevin can look at me and see thoughts that are in my subconscious mind. And sometimes I can do the same with him. I know it sounds nuts. But it happens. A lot. After all, we are both from the same egg that was fertilized by the same sperm.

Take just one ESP example. I realized I was gay when I was thirteen. But I kept it to myself, totally. No one knew! Then one day about a year later, Kev and I are alone in the house, and I just blurt it out. "Kev, I'm gay." Then I shoot him a sideways glance to check out his reaction. And there's a big smile on his face.

"Come here, Marky." I trudge over to him, and he holds out his arms and gives me a big hug. "I've known you're gay for about a year now. And it's cool. I've just been waiting for you to tell me, Marky. And don't ask me how I knew. It's just our `twin ESP' thing."

The `matched pair of blond, blue eyed hunks' from Kennedy High were accepted into UCLA as freshmen last fall. We share a small two bedroom apartment just off campus. And so far we are weathering the academic storms okay.

It's about 3PM now, on a hot spring day in Los Angeles. I'm still reveling in my exciting experience in the orgy room last night, as I head back to our apartment near UCLA. I always describe my sexual experiences to Kevin - in great detail. And he's cool with that. Sometimes I think maybe they even turn him on a little bit. But that's probably just wishful thinking.

My `twin ESP' tells me that he will be at the apartment. I don't know what he did last night. He left the apartment around 10PM, saying he would be back in a couple of hours. That left me at loose ends. I didn`t feel like staying at home alone, and the orgy room beckoned, so . . .

I walk into the apartment and Kevin is sitting at one end of the sofa with a beer in his hand. His skimpy shorts are all that keeps him from being totally naked. As often as I've seen him like that, it still turns me on. I feel a big jolt in my groin.

I take two or three steps into the room, and stop cold. Whoa! Something is out of whack here. But . . . I shake it off. "Hey, Kev! You okay, buddy? Something bothering you?"

"Hey, Marky! I'm just meditating. Just lost in thought."

"Let me bring you back to the here and now, Kev. Cause I've got a wild sex story to tell you!" I'm looking at Kevin intently now. Something is way out of kilter here, but I can't define it.

I walk into my bedroom, strip, and slip into a pair of shorts. I've done it unconsciously, but now I'm dressed just like Kevin. I walk into the kitchen, get a couple of cold beers out of the fridge, toss one to Kevin, and sit down on the other end of the sofa. Kevin stretches out on the sofa and puts his bare feet in my lap. And there's that jolt in my groin again. I'll swear, I'm hard about half the time I'm around him, but he never seems
to notice it.

"This story has a lot of hot action, buddy. So be prepared." And with that I begin my story. But I don't get very far. I'm just starting to tell him about the dude hitting on me while I was sitting on that big round bed in the orgy room. "He puts both hands on my shoulders . . . " I say, and Kevin holds up his hand to stop me. His face is ashen.

He gives me a long hard look, and there's so much emotion in his face, for a moment I think he's going to cry. Then he says to me, "And the guy leans over and whispers in your ear, "How about smoking on this for a while, buddy?!"

And now everything is moving in slow motion. We're in a surreal world that somehow bears no resemblance to reality. We look at each other, and speak in unison, as though it is scripted and rehearsed.

"Oh . . . my . . . God . . . That was YOU in the orgy room last night!"

Then we stare at one another as we try to assimilate the events of last night into our relationship. How does an hour of lusty, hot, raunchy sex fit into a lifelong platonic relationship? Neither of us knows the answer to that. But we both know our relationship will never be the same again.

Kevin has slipped off the sofa now, and is sitting on the carpet, with his back resting against the sofa base. I move over beside him and put my arm around his shoulder. He leans into me and I can hear him groaning. "What's happening to us, Marky?" he whispers.

"I'm not sure, Kev." My voice is filled with emotion. "But I think that, after nineteen years, maybe we just found each other."

Kevin turns to face me, and there are tears rolling down his cheeks. We are both overwhelmed with emotion. And now I'm crying too, like I haven't cried since I was five years old. All of the emotions that have been building up in me for too many years are bubbling over now. Big salty tears are streaming down my cheeks. We are stretched out on the floor now, with our arms wrapped around each other. Sobbing.

And now Kevin is kissing me tenderly through our tears. He softly rubs his lips against mine, and then slowly runs his tongue across my lips. For an instant I imagine that I am back with him in the orgy room, and he is slowly running his leaking cock head across my lips. It is all so gentle. And it is all so fucking hot!

When we are finally all cried out, I grin at Kevin and say, "So help me, man, I'm going to slug you if you say something awful like, `God was I drunk last night`!"

He grins in spite of himself, and then flashes me his tough guy, macho look and snarls, "Hey, man! You've been kissing me! It's ME who should be slugging YOU!" He makes a valiant effort, but he can't keep a straight face. We look at each other for a long moment, and then we both burst out laughing. And we're off again. Now we can't stop laughing. So we just give in to it. We just let it run its course, while we cling to each other on the floor.

It's a few minutes later now. We finally have ourselves more or less under control. Kevin is sitting on the sofa again, and I'm stretched out on it with my head in his lap.

"When I walked into that orgy room, Marky, I was in total confusion about my sexual identity. Up until about six months ago, I was never strongly attracted to anyone sexually. I was convinced that I was just under-sexed. And then the two of us moved in here, and the environment was so totally different from living at home with mom and dad. I'll never forget that day shortly after we moved in. You had just finished your shower and were walking down the hall buck naked, and I turned the corner into the hall and almost ran over you. There was a tangle of arms and legs, and suddenly we were both on the floor in a heap. And my face was pressed hard against your naked crotch! And it was like I had been struck by a bolt of lightning, Marky. Bingo! Instant hardon!

Kevin continues, "Whoa! I'm a straight guy, and straight guys aren't supposed to react like that! I wasn't creeped out or anything – just surprised. Then, as the months wore on, you looked better and better to me every day, Marky. I would catch myself having fantasies about having sex with you, babe. And in the past month or so those fantasies became very graphic. They included everything that the two of us did last night – and more!"

"Finally last night, Marky, I felt like I was in sexual meltdown. I had never had a man to man sexual experience before, and I just told myself the time had come. And I couldn't possibly have made you a part of that experiment, Marky. What if we had tried having gay sex together, and I had been turned off by it? You would understandably have felt totally rejected. And it just might have destroyed the beautiful relationship we've been building together for so many years."

"I had heard you mention that pitch black orgy room, Marky, and that seemed like the ideal solution. I wanted totally anonymous gay sex so that I could gauge my reaction to it. And I split so suddenly after the sex was over because of that very reason - I wanted it to be anonymous."

"I honest to God did not know that was you in the orgy room last night, Marky. I don't have to tell you how dark it is in there. And we didn't exchange more than a couple of dozen words with each other - and that was all whispered. As you probably know, it`s almost impossible to recognize a person`s voice from a whisper."

"I have an opinion as to what was going on, though. Marky. I think our `twin ESP' led us both there last night, babe. Other people might call it other things. Like `Kismet' maybe. But to me, it was our 'twin ESP' that brought us together. And during that entire hour in the orgy room, I kept marveling at how in sync we seemed to be. That was my ESP trying to tell me it was you."

"I had that same sensation, Kevin," I respond. "Last night I was thinking that we were like two long time lovers slow dancing together – never missing a beat!"

I ponder all of this for a moment. Then I flash Kevin a sly grin and say,
"You went there last night to gauge your reaction to gay sex. How did we do together? I mean the raunchy, in your face, man to man sex. Were we okay?"

"Okay?" Kevin growls. "My God, Marky, the sex with you was fucking incredible! I had no idea you could make me feel so hot! You have the ability to create feelings in me that I never knew existed!"

Kevin's beautiful words of praise leave me speechless, and warm all over. I think it`s time now to relieve some of the intensity of the past half hour, so I say, "Hey, Kevin, I've been wanting to get you in the shower with me for the past five years, dude. So let's do it, man!" I grab him by the hand and lead him into the bathroom. I get down on my knees and pull his shorts down to his ankles. And Junior springs to attention, up close and personal. I admire him in all his glory - that heavy, pumped up dick that looks like it's just bursting with cum. I kiss Junior on the head and then jump to my feet. "Focus! Into the shower."

We are both ramrod stiff, and it takes a while before we can concentrate on showering. I soap up Kevin's ass and asshole with special care. And of course Kev picks up on that right away. His tough guy, macho look is back. "Hey, man! What's with you back there! Are you getting fresh or something!" And once again he can't hold his frown. He looses it, and bursts out laughing again.

We're in Kevin's bedroom now. Lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. A towel is thrown carelessly over our naked bodies. Kevin is the first to speak.

"Remember a little while ago, babe. You were thinking about how often you've been hard in the past few months - whenever I'm around. And you thought I wasn't aware of it. Well, believe me, Marky, I was aware! I didn't do anything about it because I had to get through all this in my own time and in my own way. But there were a lot of times I came so close to grabbing you and carrying you off to my lair! I wanted to rape and ravage you, Marky!"

"Damn! I sure wish you had!" I respond quickly, with a grin. "But it's okay with me if you want to do it now!"

Kevin grins back and reaches over and slugs me playfully on the upper arm. He hasn't done that since we were in Junior High School. And I somehow find it very endearing.

We grow quiet for a few minutes now. Our silences have always been comfortable, and this one is no exception. We are momentarily lost in our own thoughts. After a while Kevin reaches over and puts his hand gently on my crotch. It's such a soft touch it's not really a sexual move. It's just an expression of intimacy. I put my hand over his, and we both let out big sighs. I know we are both wondering why it has taken us so long to find one another.

Kevin turns on his side now, so he's facing me. "You know, babe, I've been meaning to talk to you about that tiger between your legs. Don't you think it's about time we introduced him to Junior?" Then, without a moment's hesitation, he throws off the towel that had been covering us, and our two golden blond dicks are saluting us proudly. And I know in an instant that my cock now has a name. Tiger has joined the family.

I put my hand on Kevin's thigh and start stroking it lightly. I can't resist those thick blond hairs on the inside of his thigh. He looks at me inquiringly. He's telling me that I'm the leader tonight. It's up to me to call the shots. "Hey, Kev, you remember last night in the orgy room.
There for a minute or two I was playing a little grab-ass with you. I was really getting into it, and I think you were too. Well, tonight we're going to play the advanced version of that game, buddy!"

"Okay, Marky. I'm all yours tonight. Just tell me what to do."

"First, just lie flat on your back and put two of those pillows under your head, Kev, so you can see what's going on. Now put the other two pillows under your butt, so it's raised a little. At-a boy! Now spread those muscular legs of yours, and just lie back and enjoy it."

I get between Kev's legs, and the view is breathtaking. His golden thighs are spread wide, revealing a blond, hairy crotch. His thick seven inches is pointed straight up at his navel, and his balls are drawn in close to his body.

"I'm going to push your thighs up toward your chest now, Kev. Just grab `em and hold `em there. That's it. You got a beautiful ass on you, man! And the position you're in now shows it off great . . . You okay, Kev?"

"Sure, I feel fine, Marky. Maybe a little vulnerable at the moment. Butfine."

"This is gonna be my first rim job, buddy. But I'm a fast learner. So hang on!"

I put my hands on Kevin's ass cheeks, and spread them apart. And the crack in his ass opens up beautifully. His ass is blond, just like the rest of him, and I'm totally turned on.

I lower my face to his crack, and I feel his hair on my lips. I lick the entire length of his crack lightly with my tongue. He has a hot masculine aroma of soap and fresh sweat. And now I'm in a little deeper, licking the inside of his crack. I keep licking his hairs, so that now they're plastered to the sides. And then I feel it with my tongue. His slick little asshole quivers at my touch. And Kevin is moaning now.

"Fuck, Marky! What are you doing to me? This is so fucking hot, man!"

I know Kevin likes it slow and easy. To prolong the sensation. So I gently lick his asshole. My tongue glides lightly over it. Again and again. Kev's moaning louder now, and his hips are thrusting. I discover that if I hold my tongue firmly right against his hole, when he thrusts toward me my tongue goes a little way up his asshole. As he continues his thrusts, his asshole starts to loosen up a little. And I love that. I'm loosening him up so he can take my hard dick up his ass a little later tonight.

"Whoa man!" Kevin moans. "This is turning out to be a lot hotter than I thought it would be. I've gotta slow down for a minute, or I'll be blowing my load a lot sooner than I want to. You wouldn't believe how horned up I am, Marky! Let's cool it for a couple of minutes."

I give Kev a thumbs up, and bury my face in his ass. My tongue finds his asshole. And then I lie motionless. And Kevin is totally still too. I know that this is the way he likes having sex. Work it up almost to a climax, find the most intimate position possible, and then freeze. Come back from the brink, and then in a few minutes, begin again.

After several minutes, I feel Kev's hip thrusts start again. His asshole is even more relaxed now, and I feel like I'm getting my tongue a little deeper with each thrust of his hips now. We continue our wild tongue fucking for a while longer, and then it's all getting too hot again. We're both gonna blow if we don't ease off. I raise my head from Kev's ass, "Hey you horny bastard, let's rest for a minute. I think we both need cold showers, man! You are one sexy fucker, Kev!"

I gently lower myself onto Kevin's body. I give him a long open-mouth kiss, so that he can taste some of the juices from his ass - my saliva mixed with his ass sweat. I know that turns him on, because he puts his hands on the back of my head and starts moaning again.

Feeling Kevin's body beneath mine creates an incredible feeling of intimacy. I still haven't quite absorbed the reality that this is actually my twin brother lying beneath me. That this is the gorgeous guy I lusted after for so many years. Never in my wildest imagination did I think that one day the two of us would actually be lying together as lovers. I'm overwhelmed by it all.

Finally I stir and say, "We are creating such an intimate relationship between us, Kev. We feel so connected emotionally and mentally. Let's complete that now with a physical connection, buddy. I would love for my cock to connect the two of us now - physically, so that we can be one."

"Those are beautiful words, Marky," Kevin replys. Then he winks at me and says, "You won't laugh at me will you, Marky, if I say `Please be gentle. It's my first time.'"

I smile back at him and say, "That's what's so good about this, Kev. You'll be fucking yourself, so you can be just as slow and gentle as you want to be."

"Whoa, man. I`ll be fucking myself?" Kevin sounds alarmed. "You're not talking dildos are you, buddy. Those things don't do anything for me."

"No dildos, man."

Kevin looks at me for a long moment, and then flashes me his ear to ear grin. His twin ESP has figured it out. "Okay, Marky. I got it. Check me out on this. I'll lie on the bed on my left side. And you lie right behind me on your left side too. Then it's up to you to provide me with your motionless hard dick. And the rest is up to me. You'll keep your body still, with no hip thrusts. All the hip thrusts will come from me. I'll be fucking myself with your dick! I think it's a great way for our first time, Marky, cause I'll be in control all the way - and totally relaxed."

"You got it, Kev. But don't think that I'll just be an inactive observer. My right hand will be working you over real good in all sorts of stimulating ways, while you're fucking yourself. And my body will be pressed up hard against you all the way. But you'll be totally in control of my dick. Tiger will be your sex slave - there to do your bidding."

"I love sex slaves, Marky. Let's do it!" Kevin is already on his left side and waiting. I love his eagerness!

"I've been saving this hardon for your ass for a long time, Kev. Between all my precum and a good drenching with KY, it's as slick as it's ever gonna get. You can feel it pressing against your asshole now, Kev. It's all yours, buddy."

Kevin reaches behind himself with his right hand, grabs hold of the base of my dick, and adjusts my dickhead so it's right where he wants it on his asshole. I figure he's pretty loose from the rimming, and I'm right. He moves his hips back into me, and my dick slides slowly up his ass. I figure that's gotta be at least a little painful. But if it is, he takes it like a trooper and never says a word.

"Okay, Marky. I've got part of your cock in me. I'm thrusting back on you again, and I feel you going a little farther in. Whoa! You're really hung thick, aren't you babe. Anyway, I'm just taking it slow and easy. And I can't think of a better way than this for Tiger and me to get acquainted."

I move my right hand down to Kevin's crotch and gently cup his balls. My fingers are on the underside of them . . . holding them and stroking them and massaging them tenderly. Then I let my hand travel back to his ass, and I feel my own cock as it's working its way up into him. Then I move to Kevin's dick, and start running my finger back and forth along the underside of his dickhead. I know Kevin is super-sensitive there, and he starts moaning almost immediately. I want to distract him for a minute from the thick cock that's making its way up his ass.

Kevin's hip strokes are slow and shallow, as he tries to adjust to my thickness. I have to keep reminding myself to hold my hips steady. My reflex action is to thrust into him.

"Okay, Marky, I think I have gotten over the initial shock of having that monster Tiger of yours up my ass. Every time I thrust back I take a little more of you, and it's starting to excite me, man. I've been dreaming about this moment for the past six months, Marky. The idea of taking my twin brother's rod up my ass really gets me off. I look down at my own cock, and I realize there's one exactly like that up my ass right now! And it's fucking hot, man!"

Kevin's really getting into it now. He thrusts back on me again, and now I'm in him all the way. His ass cheeks are pressed hard against my groin. I'm still playing with Kevin's dick, and it's still rock hard. A lot of dudes loose their erection while taking a cock up the ass, and Kevin`s boner tells me he`s really turned on. Then I run a finger across his dick head and it's dripping with precum. Long strings of it are hanging from his cock. I've never seen so much precum! And I like that too. It`s another indication that he`s into this just as much as I am.

"I'm thrusting slowly forward now, Marky, and I'm feeling your cock ease out of me. Whoa, man. There was a lot of you up there! Now I'm reversing my thrust, and you're sliding right back in. God it feels hot when you're all the way in me, Marky! You wouldn't believe the way you fill me up. man!"

"I'm just going to rest for a couple of minutes, Marky, while I get used to you. I would love to get a film of this. Two identical hot dudes like us, Marky - and one of them taking the other's thick cock up his ass. That is hot, man."

While Kevin rests, I put my hands on his shoulders and massage them. He's always loved that. It makes him purr like a pussy cat. And while I'm massaging him, my `twin ESP' senses a change coming over him. It's nothing negative, but it is a major change in his attitude at the moment.

And my ESP is right. Kevin says, "Since my ass and your cock are the best of buddies now, Marky, I want to suggest a little change of pace. You told me once you like it when I'm unpredictable. Well, you got it Marky, Here comes unpredictable!"

"I don't want your cock gliding gently in and out of me tonight, Marky. I want it pounding me like a fucking jackhammer. I want you to flip me over on my back, throw my legs up over your shoulders, and ram it up my ass hard - all the way to the hilt - in one thrust. And then I want you to fuck me fast and hard. I want to feel your balls banging hard against my ass. I want to feel your thick rod impaling me."

"I want to be assaulted from the rear the way they do it in prisons. I want a raunchy, randy, in-your-face kind of fuck. I want a French Foreign Legion fuck your buddy kind of fuck. I want a stranded on an island with a horny sailor kind of fuck."

"I want you to be a hairy, sweaty construction worker, who plows my ass every day after work in the back of his van. And I want you to be a muscular jock who takes me behind the gym and makes me bend over and take his monster dick up my ass."

"And when you're ready to blow your load, Marky, I want you to pull out of my ass at the last moment. I want you to hold your throbbing dick about a foot from my mouth. I'll open up for you, and we can both watch as your hot cum shoots out of your fucking cock and into my mouth."

"Wow, Kevin! I'm panting hard just listening to you, man! You never cease to amaze me, buddy. And yeah, I think I can do all those things to you." I grin at him now, "I know I sure want to give it a try, Kev!"

Well, I tried. And I did it! I did every one of those things to Kevin. And he loved it. And I thought it was pretty neat myself.

And yeah, Kevin got his rocks off too. As I was shooting into his mouth, I reached down and jerked his dick a couple of times. And he went off like a roman candle. So a good time was had by all.

"Oh yeah. There was one little problem. It looks like I'm going to need a lot more practice shooting into Kevin's mouth from a foot away. Most of my shots were right on target. But one blast hit Kevin on his chin, and another hit him on his upper lip. So I had to do a little improvising. I leaned down and licked up all the cum that had missed the mark. And I held it in my mouth while I gave Kev a big open mouth kiss. And his tongue snaked into my mouth and lapped up all the jizz that had missed its target. See - where there's a will, there's a way.

Kevin is still breathing hard, "I hope I didn't spook you with that outburst, Marky. I guess that was six months of frustrated sexual desire, all bubbling over in just one night."

"Hey, not a problem, buddy," I reply. "Whatever turns you on - I'll always
be here for you!"

I collapse on top of Kevin now. We're both exhausted. It's been a wild ride. When I notice some of my cum still on his chin, I lick it off tenderly - my tongue gently caressing his face.

We're in the afterglow now. Lying side by side facing each other, our mouths not over a few inches apart. After our intense sexual experience, we're both feeling cuddly and sentimental. Kevin strokes my hair and runs his lips lightly over mine.

"Do you remember, Marky - when we were about sixteen years old. I told you one evening that some day I would find someone who I would love, and who I would be in love with. Even then we understood that those can be two separate emotions. Well, I found it all, babe. And it's you. I love you. And I'm in love with you. And oh yeah, I love tiger too." He winks at me, and my heart does flip flops.

The day has been so emotionally exhausting, I can't remember how I responded to Kevin. I can only hope that my words were as beautiful and heartfelt as his.

It's 8AM the following morning now. And I'm gradually awakening to an exquisite sensation. Kevin is kneeling on the bed between my legs, gently licking the head of my dick. I put a hand behind his head and mumble sleepily, "What a hot way to wake up. I don't know where you're going with this, Kev, but I love the way you're beginning it." Kevin opens his mouth, I lazily thrust my hips, and my dick eases slowly into him.

"Good Morning, Kevin," I say. But I don't think he hears me.

It's our first weekend together as lovers. And we're going to spend it at a gay bed and breakfast in Palm Springs. Unconsciously, of course, we both end up wearing the same thing for the trip over. We're barefoot, with white tank tops and cut off levis.

When we arrive, Kevin goes inside to check in, while I get our overnight bag out of the trunk. I walk in a minute later, and Kevin is standing in front of the attendant, signing the register. The attendant is a cute little guy, with nicely developing pecs and yellow hair that keeps falling in his face.

He does a double take when he sees me - looking from Kevin to me and then back to Kevin again. Then he peers out at the parking lot and says, "If there's another one of you still out there, I would love to take him to dinner tonight."

Kevin and I look at each other and then burst out laughing. We know he's putting us on, but Kevin gives him a straight answer anyway. "No, we're the last of the breed. When they made us, they threw away the mold."

Kevin and Marky . . . the matched pair of blond, blue eyed hunks . . . the boys who were made for each other . . . have finally found one another. And hand in hand, they walk joyfully into their future.

The End

A Bit Of Leather

2007-07-22T03:44:00.000-07:00

A Bit of Leather.! I remember the first time with an almost crystal clarity. My first taste of a bit of leather. Like any other adolescent boy I had fantasies of bedding quite a few of the girls I knew. One of these fantasies concerned a young lady by the name of Diane, whose last name shall go unmentioned. Diane was a very pert young lady, very active, always smiling. Brown hair in a short style that actually did wonders accenting her face. She had full, pouting lips and gray eyes that sparkled like moonlight on the ocean. I used to just stare at her body when it seemed no one was paying attention. I would dream of how she looked nude, which wasn't really hard because of the clothes she wore. Nothing really revealing but enough to let you know that she had a body that perfectly complimented that beautiful face. I know she stood 5'6" and I would have guessed that she was about a 34B-22-34 or somewhere there about. I never would have assumed that I could ever have a chance to even date Diane, much less have sex with her. She never seemed to date any of the guys in the group, always saying she was seeing someone and that was pretty much it. It seemed all the guys we hung with (and I'm sure a couple of the girls) tried to ask her out, but each met the inevitable "No." Now I know I'm not the greatest looking guy in the world, far from it, I think my only attraction lies in my lunacy. So after seeing these guys shot down there was no way in hell I was going to risk asking her out on a date, she never seemed to really notice me anyway so I figured I would just keep worshipping her without her knowing. The funny thing about the whole situation was that most of the time we were all together. I won't go into specifics but there were never less than 8 of us and sometimes maybe 12 to 15 just going out and doing things together. We'd go dancing, shoot pool, swimming or whatever there was to do to pass the time so the guys that had asked her out were there, the problem was they wanted it to be just the two of them and that's where she drew the line. She didn't want to be with any of us but she loved hanging out with all of us. So one night we got together to go out and shoot pool and there were about 9 of us and we were all having a pretty good time. I noticed Diane flirting with a couple of the guys at the pool hall, but then that's what we all did. We'd see which of us could hook up with someone and leave with that person. Diane never really played that game, always leaving alone or getting a ride from someone in our group if whomever she had come with had left with someone else. She always seemed to laugh about the game and never actively participate. Until tonight, suddenly she was playing, and playing well. Well through attrition via the game and sickness (some of us couldn't handle our liquor) Diane and I were the only ones left. She had been giggling and smiling with the last of the flirts as it were and didn't notice everyone else was gone. I was getting pretty tired and it seemed obvious I wasn't going to be leaving with anyone so I went over to Diane and asked her if she was going to be able to get home okay. The guy chimed in saying he'd get her home. Diane looked around and asked where everyone was. I smiled and nodded and she knew where they all were. She asked me to hold on and told the guy she had to go. They exchanged numbers and she gave him a small kiss on the cheek and joined me for a ride home. In the car we talked a bit and she remarked that this was the first time she could remember being in my car. I smiled and said yeah, I thought it was the first time. We shared in some idle chat, and then she asked me why I had never asked her out. I mumbled a little and said that basically everyone else had asked her and she had turned each one of them down, so I figured I'd save myself the embarrassment, that and the fact that she had a boyfriend. I commented that it was a boyfriend that none of us had ever met but a boyfriend none the less. She asked if we thought she had been lying about this boyfriend of hers. I let her know that we all just accepted it as far as I knew and that none of us had ever questioned it before. Then the bomb dropped. She said that she had been seeing someone, but that it had ended the weekend before. He had gotten a job out of town so him and his wife and family had left. I sat there amazed. She had been seeing a married man. And worse, a married man with a family. She asks me then if I think any less of her. I look into her pretty gray eyes and all I can say is that I could never think anything bad about her. We pretty much cease the talking until I get her home. I notice the house is completely dark, no outside lights on or interior lights. She smiles and says no one is home. Then she asks if I'd like to come up. I don't even answer, I just shut off the car and open my door. We go into the house and she just stops at the front entrance and she kisses me. Nobody's fool, I kiss her back. She takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs to her room. I can't believe what's happening. I'm here with Diane and we are headed up to her room. I'm dreaming, that is the only explanation for what is happening here. Then the next bomb. She sits me down on the bed and says she has something to tell me. I'm all ears as she explains that the man she was seeing introduced her to some things that she would never have thought of before. Seems this guy was into some serious Sadomasochism and Bondage and Discipline. He liked to tie her up and punish her for stuff and she in turn learned to like the same things. She seemed pretty sure I wasn't going to spill what she had told me but did seem concerned that I might not want to join her for a new adventure. She needn't have worried, I hadn't really thought of doing anything like this before but I was sure she couldn't really hurt me so I was almost eager to see what might happen. She showed me a locked box that she had hidden under her bed and pulled the key from the chain around her neck. She opened the box and I could see a whole mess of stuff in there that looked kind of scary. She took a little bag with her into the bathroom, telling me to not look into the box and that she would be back soon. When she came out of the bathroom, I thought I would die. She was wearing like 4-inch stiletto healed black leather shiny boots, black fishnet stockings with black crotch-less panties, a black garter belt and the kicker, a black nipple-less bra. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her skin was like fine ivory totally in opposition to the color of night she dressed herself in. Her nipples a wonderful pink with very wide areolas. She walked over to the box and when she stood from it again she had two sets of handcuffs, something that looked like manacles and something small and black. She smiled and asked if I was still willing. I was a little worried, but yes, I was still willing. She came over to me and put her lips to mine, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth, slowly, almost painfully teasing. I put my hands to her beautiful bare nipples and she slapped my hands away. She stepped back and gave me a look that spoke volumes. She was going to be in control and I was just supposed to enjoy it. She spreads my arms, putting them out to the sides and then she starts undressing me. Now I'm naked and she's looking at my dick. I like the look in her eyes and I smirk, she smiles and I again take notice of the objects she's pulled from the box. She flicks her wrist and I feel a sharp pain on my cock. She hit me with what looks like a short baton. Diane is really into this pain stuff and hurting, she's scaring me a little. She tells me to lay face down on the bed and spread my legs and arm. She puts the handcuffs to my wrists, cuffing me to the bedposts. She then uses the manacles to chain my legs to the bed. I'm lying face down and prone. I pray to God that she isn't going to do anything too freaky to me. She starts by climbing onto the bed next to me. I feel the heat of her pussy on my back as she sits facing my feet and she starts playing my ass. She's slapping my ass and for all the discomfort I can't do a damn thing about it. I can feel my ass growing hotter and hotter as she spanks me. Then she gets up off me and I feel the cool air on the wet spot on my back from where her pussy was dripping. She stands up and bends over, kissing my ass cheeks and slowly rubbing them all over. Then she bites me, my cheeks and she bites them hard. I can feel the tears and the anger swelling. She is horrible, first kissing then biting then kissing then biting again. I can't tell what she's going to do next, be nice or be mean. She squeezes my ass with both hands then drops down and puts her tongue in my asshole. I can't believe she did that. I'm fucking tripping that she would do something like that. She uses her tongue to fuck my poor virgin asshole and I don't know if I hate it or love it, all I know is that my dick is hard enough to break stone. Then she takes that damn little rod and replaces her tongue with it in my ass and I'm starting to strain against my shackles. I'm telling her to stop, to please stop. I don't want this, please just fucking stop. She stops and pulls it out and I sink into the bed, finally able to relax. Then I hear her. "It's worse when you fight!" That was what she had to say to me after yanking that fucking rod out of my ass. All I can say in response is "Fuck you, you crazy bitch." She doesn't move for a second and I try to get my head around so I can see her and when I do, she's looking at me like I just did the wrong damn thing. She gets up off the bed and I can tell she's going back into the box. Then I hear it as it slices through the air and smacks her hand. I look and she shows me the cat-o-nine tails. No! No fucking way. She wouldn't, and just as I think this I feel that first bit of leather strike my back and ass. She starts hard but slow and she's asking me what the fuck I called her. Who the fuck did I think I was to be calling her a bitch. As she thinks about this she beats me harder and harder until the tears aren't just swelling but running down my face and the anger has me in it's grip. I can feel the welts rising on my skin and I'm fighting her the best I can, which isn't very good at all considering I'm still shackled. She stops and I again begin to wonder what she's doing. Then I feel the coolness on my back, at least until it touches the highest of the welts on my back then the burning begins. She's pouring alcohol onto the streaks on my back and I scream. She just keeps pouring and I keep screaming. I'm lying there with tears from my eyes flowing down my face and onto the sheets. I'm not crying aloud, but I'm suffering and I'm totally pissed. I'm just lying there, mad and not really thinking about what else might happen to me. I'm wondering at what level the pain doesn't come anymore. She turns out the lights and the only light is coming from her. Or more specifically the candle she's carrying. This I've heard of, candle wax. Then I feel it on my ass cheeks and it burns. I tighten my ass and I don't let her hear me cry. She takes the candle away from my ass and she turns the lights on. She comes over to me and I can feel her loosening the shackles on my legs, then she takes the cuffs off of my hands. I can't believe the pain she's caused me and here she is, cool, calm and collected. I stand in front of her and I'm looking at her and she is looking at me almost defiantly. I lose my damned mind. I slap her and she falls to the floor. I reach down and I pull her up and throw her on the bed. I have this anger in me but I can't direct it. I slap her again and again. Her face is reddening and she looks up at me and she smiles. I don't want her to enjoy this, I want this to hurt and she's smiling. I grab her garter and rip it from her body, then I take the panties from her and I look at her and I know I have to fuck her. I slam my dick into her pussy and she looks at me and moans. She licks her lips and she tells me to fuck her like a man. Quit being such a pussy little boy and fuck her like a man would, hard and mean. Damn it I want her to suffer. I turn her over and I slam my dick in her ass and she screams. No niceties here, no lubricant, no slow going, I just shoved my rock hard cock into her asshole. She's telling me no now, she's crying and squirming, trying to get out from underneath me and I stand strong and hold her there and fuck her ass fast and hard. Then I notice the handcuffs are still attached to the bedposts and I put her hands into them and close them. Now I'm in control. I stop fucking her and I get off and I see that she's kicking her lags so I manacle them to stop all that straining and kicking. Then it's my turn in the box. I find a whip with this big fat handle and I look at her and smile. I bring it over to her and I start working that big fucking handle into her pussy. I get it up into her about 6 or 7 inches and I stop and I just leave it there. Every time she squirms I hear her moan. Then back to the box. The lighter and the candle. I drip candle wax onto her ass and I see her squirm and I know that handle is hurting her and with each move she is in ecstatic agony. I blow out the candle and I get back up on top of her and again slide my dick into her ass. But this time as I fuck her I bite her back and her neck and ears, I pull her hair and I stroke it in as deep as it will go. She's crying and she moaning and I feel the urge to cum. I start stroking faster and harder and she's screaming now. I want to cum and I'm trying hard to make her know it. I cum and I pull her by her hips and I don't let go. I can feel the whip hanging from her cunt and it's still lodged up there pretty deep. Then after I finish shooting all my cum into her ass I drop back down on top of her and it feels like the whip gets driven up into her pussy just a little further. The anger, like my cum seems to have just shot out of my body and I realize what I had just done. I slowly pull the whip handle out of her pussy and I unshackle her legs and take the cuffs from her wrists. She's laying there face down and she isn't making any sounds. I'm a little scared that I did something really wrong. She slowly pushes herself up from the bed, her hair falling down her face so I can't see it. She turns to face me and she's smiling. She tells me I have a knack for this and that with her...tutelage, I could become very good. Diane was the first to take me on such a journey and I have been on many since, but she introduced me to the many painful pleasures of the flesh. She was the first to call me a night demon but as it turned out, she would be far from the last.

THE FIRST NIGHT

2007-07-22T03:42:00.000-07:00

THE FIRST NIGHT Randy and I were twenty-two. Fast friends since we were sixteen, we were products of our times. We'd grown up during the turmoil of the late sixties, sweated out the final days of the draft as the Viet Nam War wound down, and watched Nixon self-destruct. We talked caringly about these things--things social and political. We seemed so unlike most other guys our age who seemed only to drone on about the weekend's conquests or football scores. Over the years our friendship had been galvanized by differences we'd had, and had overcome. There were times when I dared to think it. I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a comrade with my heart, but also in a different way. It was lust, and it was because he was a man. At times in the summer we would sit in our shorts, Indian-style, playing cards or checkers. I'd watch on the sly as the pink head of his dick poked through the bottom of his cut-offs. (I always wondered if he did that on purpose, seeking an edge in the game, sensing my concentration would be elsewhere!) I stored the sight away in my mind, as fuel for my fantasies. I could not tell him any of this. As open-minded as he was, it still seemed a risk too big to take. Life without his touch was hard, but life without his presence was unthinkable. Try as I might to suppress it, the sight of him would always excite me. At the beach, I'd toss him a Frisbee and marvel at his muscles in motion. After a round of body surfing, we'd drag ourselves back on the beach and soak in the warmth of the sun. I'd lie on my stomach while he'd lie on his back, eyes closed tightly. I used that precious little time to let my eyes drink him in. A myriad of little details were in the picture before me: the tiny goosebumps sported by his deeply tanned skin; the heaving of his chest with each breath and the stretching his large round nipples under the strain; the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck; his baby fine hair wafting gently in the breeze; the pores in his skin and the fullness of his lips. His face looked so serene and inviting. I yearned to lay on top of him, to melt over him like butter in the sun. It wasn't until our annual August camping trip, that I got the chance to drink him all in. We were on a day hike when we saw the sign. Made of thick iron, the letters had been cut out by torch. "NO NUDITY ALLOWED," it intoned. We two rebels just looked at each other and grinned. God, it was beautiful there. At the bottom of the canyon, a small stream, inches wide, would on occasion balloon into a long, wide pool, flanked by reeds and shrubs on one side and high sandstone cliffs on the other. We spotted several of these pools as we walked, each one more secluded and beautiful than the last. Finally, we found the perfect one, and it was ours alone. We decided to cross the pool to the rocks against the cliffs. Not knowing how deep the water was and not wanting to get our clothes and belongings wet, we stripped naked and wrapped everything up in our towels. Out into the water we waded until it became so deep that we had to hold everything above our heads and bounce off the bottom. Like waiters carrying trays of food, we made our way to the opposite side. Finally there, we climbed out of the cool water, and laid down on the warm rocks. Nude, rolled on our sides, we discussed our good fortune. After a while we got out our ever-present magnetic game board to play some Chinese checkers. I longed to play with his dick, but at least I was able to let my eyes wander down to it. Previously shrivelled by the coolness of the water, it had now begun to grow heavy. If he knew I was staring he didn't let on, and after a while he drew one leg up, placing his foot on his knee. His balls shifted in their loose sack. Gravity seized them. They rolled forward. God, this had to be an invitation of some kind, but it was so subtle I couldn't be sure. Too quickly the afternoon slipped by and the time had come to head back to camp. We both had developed dark tans over the summer, but being bareassed in the sun was a new experience and, inadvertently, we'd burned our butts! Our shorts chafed against our tender skin all the way back, but it was a small price to be paying for all the beautiful sites to which I'd been privy that afternoon. We'd found an out-of-the-way place to bivouac, so it came as no surprise when, arriving at our campsite, Randy declared it hurt too much to wear anything. I signalled my agreement and we again shucked our clothes. As the sky blazed orange from the setting sun, we lit a small fire, ate dinner, and rolled out our sleeping bags. The night air felt warm and refreshing, and made me feel acutely aware of our nakedness. Not yet ready to sleep, we stretched out on top of our bags for a little conversation and a few hands of cards. It was much like the afternoon, except now the flickering fire highlighted his light pink groin while the rest of his tanned body blended into the darkness. The cards were dealt and a few rounds were played. It was Randy's turn. He started to chew on his lip in a way I understood all to well--his turn was going to take a while. He studied is cards. I studied his dick. The dancing firelight seemed to set it in motion. It was hypnotic. "You going to play or what?" "Huh?" I was caught. "God, please, help me now," I thought. "We're playing cards. Remember?" "You were taking so long my mind started to wander." It was a feeble attempt to cover the truth. "Yeah, sure." I had expected those words, but they weren't said with disgust. There was, in fact, the hint of a smile on his lips and a look of mischievousness in his eyes. I was more relieved than hopeful, but still, maybe I'd misread him all these years. We finished the game. "What do you want to do now?" he asked. I always hated that question. Only one thing ever came immediately to mind. "It doesn't really matter," I equivocated. I could dream about it, wish for it, but I couldn't bring myself to initiate it. "I'm kinda beat from the all the walking we did today," "Me too. I could really use one of your backrubs... if you've got the energy for it." "Yeah, I could handle that." I always could. "Backrub" always translated to "body massage". It was the one intimacy that was allowed between us; a line we both walked up to without hesitation, but never crossed. "I've got some lotion with my stuff. Could you rub some in? I think I overdid it in the sun today." "Sure, get comfortable. I'll be right back." As I returned to him I couldn't help but think that tonight was going to be a night for the truth. We were both naked, he had caught me stealing peeks at his dick and was still willing to let me give him a massage. This was either a demonstration of his trust, or a demonstration of his desire. I stood over him. I'd seen this sight so many times in my dreams. I knelt down and touched him. It was no dream. I squeezed some lotion into my hands and warmed it. Starting at the calluses on the bottom of his feet, I began working my way up his legs. His body relaxed under my ministrations. As I felt the firmness of his muscles, I marvelled at how they could present such a vision of strength to the eyes and yet be so yielding to the hands. I kneaded his thighs, but stopped at the fold marking the start of his buttocks. I next worked on his hands, cognizant of the meatiness of his palms, the texture of his fingerprints, and the rigidity of the bones which gave his hands their potent shape and structure. But the power I knew to be in them was not in evidence that night. What was it about his hands that made them so sensual? We interact so much with the world by the touching we do with our hands. In those moments we were, in fact, communicating through ours. With his compliancy, he told me of the profound trust he had placed in me. Through tender touch, I told him of my unquestioned love for him. The messages were so much clearer than any to be heard with the ears or seen with the eyes. My fingers traversed the landscape of his arms and back. The lotion imparted to his skin a satiny sheen that reflected the firelight. Finally, my hands were on his ass. The twin muscular mounds exploded with goosebumps when I spread the lotion over them. This was the only place that was really sunburned and I gave it special attention. Starting at the base of his spine, I moved lower, kneading his cheeks, watching them cleave in the process. As I moved closer to his legs, he repositioned himself. He was making himself more vulnerable! I wanted to plunge in, to live my fantasy, but he was more than just a willing piece of ass to me. He was the love of my life, and I wanted to see his face. "Roll over Ran," I said gently. With no hesitation he did. I gazed down upon him as I proceeded to massage his feet and legs. His submission was unmistakable and undeniable. Soon I was straddling his stomach, leaning forward on my knees, exploring the ridges and valleys of his abdominal muscles. With each breath his ribs rose and fell beneath me. At last I molded my hands to his wonderfully sculpted chest. So broad, so muscular, I couldn't feel the ribs underneath. As I touched his nipples they contracted, forcing the nubs to attention. I felt his heart beat stronger. Suddenly, I became aware of the heat between us. I'd already lost the day-long battle against my own erection and now I could feel a warmth--low and behind me. I turned to look. That for which I had wished so long was coming to pass. It was his cock, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards me. I looked at his beautiful face below and leaned to touch it, to finish the massage. As I did so, his penis pressed hard against me. The blood rushed into my groin and I began to weaken. Attempting to steady myself, I cupped his face with my hands. I rubbed his strong cheekbones gently with my trembling thumbs. He raised his hand, placed it on my shoulder, and slowly opened his eyes. Through our eyes, the windows to our souls, it all was conveyed--the complete truth. "Come here," he bid me. I sank down onto him. My ass pushed back against his cock, almost seeming to cradle it. My own tool, roaring hard, was sandwiched by our warm, moist, lotion-lubricated stomachs. My tongue met his and our lips sealed around them. Heretofore content in my own mouth, it went berserk in his. I held is head in my hands like the sacred object it was. I felt the roughness from the day's growth of beard. "My God," I thought. "This is what it's like to kiss a man, to experience him with every sense there is." I wrapped my arms and legs around him, as content as I had ever hoped to be. We were woven together, only our tongues in motion, but then he took the bottle of lotion and squeezed some in his hand. "Hunch up on your knees, Bud." I'd always loved that term of endearment and I knew I'd love what was coming next. He smeared the lotion in my ass and then popped a finger inside. I moved back up to smother again his mouth with mine. His finger moved deeper inside until it pressed upon my prostate. I felt the release of fluid rush down the length of my penis and out onto his stomach. A moan escaped my mouth and I felt it reverberate in his chest. I heard the squishy sound of lotion as he stroked himself to full hardness. "Do it. I've wanted it for so long," I confessed at last. With one hand he pulled me forward against my weight; with the other he lined himself up to plug my anxious hole. Then he eased me back against him. I felt myself open up and then stretch wide as the head of his dick pushed through. In startled reflex, my arms closed tightly around him. We froze in gentle embrace until I could relax. Gradually, more and more of his rod penetrated me. My balls nestled into his cushiony pubic hair and I knew his dick was home. My heart pumped blood through the vessels in my tightly stretched sphincter in counterpoint rhythm to that of his steadily throbbing member. It had taken years to get this far. I slowly sat up and looked at him. Full and deep inside me, he opened those angelic eyes and flashed a devilish grin. I began to rock gently back and forth. His chest rose, and with a low groan, fell. Our lovemaking progressed by slow degrees, and as our movements became more pronounced, he reached out with his hand to me, first touching my dick, then encircling it. We rapidly approached the flash point. Our bodies glistened with sweat and our breathing had turned to panting. When the action of his hand upon me became more frenetic, I knew I was on the brink. "I could do this all night, Ran, but if you keep that up I'm gonna cum!" "Shit, man, we will do it all night! Nobody says you can only cum once a day. Let it go!" So close to blowing my own wad, I turned my attention to him, wanting to bring him over the top with me. I reached down and felt his shaft sliding in and out my chute. I slid my hand down and cupped his balls. With my thumb, I pressed firmly where the spongy underside of his dick met his dancing nutsack. His whole body tensed and froze. I had gotten to his prostate the easy way. He uttered no sound, inhaled no breath, made no movement. He gripped my handle as if to keep from falling into some deep crevasse--but he had no chance. I gently squeezed his clutch of eggs, pushing him off the precipice, determined myself to follow him down. I felt the first spasm of his meat and the explosion in my bowels. That set me off. My ass contracted around him as he continued to pump into me. We each fed off the orgasm of the other. My churned cream shot out and landed on his tanned chest. A small pool formed in the hollow at the base of his neck. The body that had been so at rest as I massaged it earlier was now unleashed, blasting its blueprint into me. Wave after wave of convulsive contentment washed over us. I collapsed against him, my semen serving as mortar, cementing our bodies together. Under me I felt him shudder one last time. He made no effort to withdraw, but soon that terrific cock, which had been so hard for so long, began to deflate and, alas, slide out. I straightened myself out beside him. Toe to toe, and tongue to tongue, we intertwined our legs, kissed, and propped ourselves up on our elbows. Neither of us said anything for a long, long time. It was a magic moment; we were meshed together at the waist, but that didn't seem to matter. We were meshed together in our minds. Randy broke the spell. "You think you could concentrate on a card game now?" What a grin he was wearing! It was quite a night for firsts. It was my first night of real sex. And it was my first night of truthful love. But it was also the first night of a certainty that we had reached a point in our relationship where we knew we'd be sitting together on a park bench in our eighties, never having drifted apart, always a part of each other's lives.

My First Time

2007-07-20T17:50:00.000-07:00

It was just one of those things. I bumped into him when he was tying his shoelace; I wasn't looking where I was going. I apologised and our eyes met. I looked deep into his eyes and saw a fire burning inside of them, a fire of lust. I offered to buy him a drink, he said yes. Everything was fine till he asked me back to his apartment. Now, I could tell he was gay but at this point I didn't know I was. I said yes and we walked back to his place. We started talking about stuff like the weather etc. Anyway we got back to his place, he opened the door and we went in. Inside I saw a beautiful house, it was an artist's dream, the things he had in there. There were paintings and sculptures. He asked me if I wanted to see his bedroom. I knew what he meant he wanted me to get it on with him. I protested, I told him I wasn't gay. He asked if I was open to new ideas. I said yes because I am. He then said this is just a new idea, if you don't try it how do you that you won't like it. I have to admit he had a point so I walked with him into his bedroom. He moved over and began to kiss me. He had such masculine lips; it was like being kissed by a brillo pad. I didn't fight it, I succumbed to it. I slipped my tongue into his hot mouth and wiggled it around. He stifled a scream of joy. He then started to undo my pants and I undid his, all the while trying to keep our lips together. We managed to pull the trousers off, but know came the pants. I must admit at this point I felt quite uncomfortable. I had never seen another mans cock and I didn't know what to feel. I took my pants off and his eyes widened at the sight of my hard 7inch cock. He then proceeded to take his pants off; I looked in amazement as in front of me i saw a massive hard on. It must have been 10inches or so. I moved my hand down to his cock and started to fondle it. I removed my mouth from his and started to massage his neck with my lips. He proceeded to place his hand on my hard cock and begin to fondle it as well. It felt weird at first, having another man touching my cock but I got used to it. I slid my hand up and down his hard pole. At the same time I was moving my mouth lower and lower with each kiss. I had reached his belly when he stopped me and said, I thought you weren't gay. To which I replied I wasn't till I had your cock in my mouth. He looked puzzled for a moment the realised what I meant. I slid my mouth over his cock and begin to give him a blowjob. His cock was so warm and tasted so beautiful. On the tip of his cock was some pre-cum so I licked that off. With my tongue I flicked his cock. He enjoyed that. His head rolled on his broad shoulders. I wondered how long he could last, I couldn't be much longer. Just then he shouted stop. I looked up with innocent eyes then he said, if this is your first then I should suck you off then I can fuck you from behind. I didn't argue. He moved his head down to my cock and he shoved it in his mouth, I was surprised he managed to deep throat it. A tingly sensation and shivered up my body. His warm mouth had heated up my cock to boiling levels. I rolled my head trying not to cum, as I wanted him down there as long as possible. But I couldn't do it, I squirted on his tongue. I moved down to kiss him and he placed my cum on my tongue, I liked his body with it. All over his chest hair and all over his cock. I had finished but he wasn't, he flipped me onto my back and stuck my ass into the air. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my ass. I can't tell you the pleasure and pain I was in. It felt so good having a cock that big in me, but it hurt for the same reason. I screamed with yes as the pleasure beat the pain. He pushed his cock further and further into me. I screamed, but he just thrust faster and faster. He was like a jackhammer. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and hope that this moment with his cock in me would last for an age. But alas it didn't, he was fucking me for about 5 minutes, in my now numb ass. After those 5 minutes though and has squirted in my ass. He tried to take out his cock, but as it was still hard I wouldn't let him. I told him to keep pumping till it went soft. He was there for another minute and his cock went soft in my ass. I let him take it out. We started to kiss again, I rubbed my cum further into his god like body. Our lips didn't leave each others till we fell asleep cradled in each others arms.

Almost ...

2007-07-20T17:49:00.002-07:00

Friday afternoon. Wasted from a week of school. Bell rings. Finally, I get to go home! My name is Steve. I am a senior in high school, and have never had a homosexual encounter, but i consider myself to be bisexual. I am about 5 feet 9 inches tall and slim. I gave up sports because i wanted to just relax senior year, hang out with friends and all. None of my friends suspect my sexuality; they are all very straight. And i seemed like one of them too, until something happened. That's what this story is about. I was walking to my car when Brandon approached me. He was also a senior, and one of a group of openly gay guys in my year. I always tensed up around it because, well he was HOT. I had been trying to work up the nerve to come out to him for 2 years. "Did you know what the math homework was? I didn't write it down" "Uh..yeah" I replied, and told him what it was. "Oh and...nevermind". I was going to ask him if he had any plans on the weekend, but decided against it. We had always been on friendly terms but never really interacted outside of school. As I was driving home, I remembered I was going to my friend Ben's apartment. He was a year older than me and had his own apartment near the college he attended. I would often sleep over there and we would drink some beers and occaisonaly watch some porn. I had a bite to eat then went over to Ben's. I got there in the early afternoon and we just played around on his guitars for a while. At 7 we ordered a pizza. "Oh yeah, let me show you the tapes I got." I followed him over to his closet and he pulled out a few porn flicks. They didn't look too bad. I wasn't really in the mood, but we decided to put them on when the pizza arrived. Me and Ben had been friends since we were in first and second grade. As such, we were rather close and over the years had been more open with our bodies i guess you could say. Like at first we wouldn't change in the same room; now, we often wanked off to the porn at the same time. So it wasnt more than 15 minutes before we both had our cocks out. "Remember when we first started doing this, when we were like 15?" He asked me. "Yeah. We used to compare the size of our shlongs. Thats when i was bigger than you hehe." "You think I am bigger?" It was obvious. Mine was about 6 1/2 inches, his at least eight. His was nice and thick also. "For sure." "Want to compare?" So I stood up and took my hand off my dick, and he did likewise. I wasn't really looking at the size difference but more just at his dick. At the veins and at his balls. I immediately thought of Brandon. "Hehe yeah i guess i win" he said and lay back down. About 10 minutes later he returned to our childhood memories. "Remember how I would always kid you about giving me a handjob and stuff?" "yeah I remember that." He would always just say stuff like 'You are going to give me a handjob, right?' and i would just reply 'oh yeah you know it.' We were just kidding around. Except, well, I was actually serious. I would give him a handjob. I was beggining to feel uncomfortable so I changed the subject. "Hey do you think the Red Wings are winning the game?" "No. They can't buy a win lately"

Home Alone

2007-07-20T17:49:00.001-07:00

Let me tell you about the first time I "seriously" masturbated as a homosexual. I was alone in my apartment, incredibly bored, and had just been reading a text on the internet about anal masturbation. Although I was straight, I always embraced pleasure, and according to what I read there was great pleasure to be gained here. It took a while to overcome the initial barrier, but eventually I was prepared to give it a try. My first attempt was with my finger, actually. But that had been a year earlier. I had been standing in the shower, soaping myself. While I rubbed the soap over my buttocks, my hand curiously slid into the crack and I pushed gently at the opening. As I increased pressure, my index finger suddenly entered my anus. I was startled, a bit scared that I might be hurting myself, and I slid it out and stopped it. But now, having read instructions on how to do it properly, I was prepared to try again. I had scouted the apartment for appropriate tools, but in the end the best I could come up with was the stick of a plumber. It was rather thin, maybe one third of an inch, but I was inexperienced and it seemed right to start off small. I was curious and eager, as soon as I found the plumber in the bathroom I got down on the floor and started undressing. My dick had already started rising a bit from expectation. I tossed the clothes in a pile in the corner and lubed up the plumber stick. I didn't normally use lube when wanking off, so I didn't have any at home. I used some shower gel instead, it was slippery and should work. I dabbed some on my asshole as well, and then I was ready to go. I gently inserted the stick in my ass. At first, the feeling was neither pleasure nor pain, it just felt weird. A strange object being shoved into my ass. But when it had gotten a bit further in, the pleasure was intense! I inserted it as long as I dared, then I went from crouching to lying down on my back. I let go of the plumber and just left it there, while I started beating off. I didn't notice that the stick was working its way out again, until it reached my asshole and fell onto the floor. I inserted it again, this time holding it in place with one hand while jerking my cock with the other. When the orgasm started building up, it felt better than ever. I twisted the plumber, adding extra pleasure. Then by whole body started shaking as I had one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced, wave after wave of cum spurted out of my dick and splattered on my stomach and on the floor. I lay still, panting for several minutes before I slipped the plumber out of my ass and wiped myself off. The next time, I felt more wild. I had bought carrots, and I had picked out one of perfect shape and thickness. This was maybe a little below one inch thick. I lubed it up, I stuck it in - oh my god, the feeling! Without consciously thinking about it, my thoughts had already started to change, and in my imagination these objects were starting to turn into dicks. I pushed the carrot in, now not lying on the floor or crouching, but standing on all fours like I was being fucked. Instead of just leaving it, I now started pulling it out again, then shoving it back in, and so forth. I felt like I was being fucked. I was extremely turned on, my dick was hard as a rock. The only problem was that no matter how intense the pleasure got, I never got closer to orgasm this way. My cock needed to be touched too. I couldn't stand like this with no hands, so I had to give up fucking my own ass in order to jack off. I alternated between the two as best I could for a while, but it just didn't work. Also, my arms were getting tired from lifting my body. I switched to just sitting on the floor. But when I watched my hard cock, pulsating between my legs, I had an irresistible urge...to suck it. I don't know what came over me, but I leaned over to try. It hurt my back, and I could only lick and suck gently at the tip of the head. Then I tried making a backflip and stopping in the middle. This made me able to get the whole head into my mouth. I continued shoving the carrot back and forth in my ass, while I sucked and licked and gently nibbled at my dick. I had never experienced anything so sexy in my life. I was sucking cock AND getting my cock sucked. And being ass-fucked at the same time! The mere thought was enough to make me cum. I started feeling insecure when I felt my cock jerking - should I pull out before I cum? I didn't have time to think, but somehow I settled for a no. I squished out what felt like a gallon of hot, white goo into my mouth. As I let my head fall, my cock slipped out of my mouth and dribbled a few last drops on my lower lip and cheeks. I still had the cum in my mouth, I couldn't bring myself to swallow it. I stood up on trembling legs and spat it out in the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. Now that the orgasm was over, it all felt like a bad idea.

Rugby

2007-07-20T17:48:00.001-07:00

It was a quiet mountainous area of central Europe and the youth hostel was a good central point for cycle rides to various beauty spots. Sammy and I had just left school that summer and taken the train from a Channel port to the nearby town. There were two large dormitories with bunk beds and each of the showers was big enough for about six people. Us two seemed to be the only guys around at least for the first couple of nights. It was on the third day at about 4pm, Sammy was fixing something on his bike. I was in the shower when I suddenly became aware of voices quite near me. "Hey did we go through the wrong door!?" I think was what I heard one say. When I turned to see who was there I saw these four big guys looking straight at my naked body but seemed to be sharing some hilarious intimate joke between themselves. "So what were you expecting!?" one said. There was more laughter between them. "Sorry!" I said "I never saw you, please excuse me!" "No don't worry!" said one trying to compose himself, "Just a little misunderstanding that's all!" I went on showering and they stripped off and went into the next shower. They kept glancing in my direction and I thought I noticed some of them were getting erect. "Hey control those daydreams Andy you got to accept it. Seeing is believing you know!" I guessed Andy was the big black guy and there seemed little doubt about why he had to control himself! Then I noticed another six guys had arrived and were already naked and heading for my shower. "May we join you?" one asked me "Yea sure, I was just finishing off anyway" "No don't rush you were here first. So long as you don't mind us, I'm afraid there's not much privacy here!" They were all big muscular guys and when they started soaping themselves next to me I found myself delaying my departure and re-soaping my body a second time. I had not even admitted to myself that I was enjoying their physical company. I had never been near such big guys before especially not in the nude and they too seemed to be looking at me a lot especially when I turned my back. I had only just turned 18 and I did not count myself as gay but now I was struggling to conceal a growing erection in front of these beautiful bodies all of whom now had quite rigid cocks. None of them tried to do anything to me, although if they had I reckon I would not have tried to resist. Instead I went and got dried and dressed leaving them swapping all sorts of ribald comments between themselves and bursting into shouts of raucous laughter. I met Sammy just as I was going out of the door. He took one look inside and retreated immediately at the sight of all these guys. "They're OK" I said, "They won't eat you!" "That's not what concerns me!" Sammy was very correct but rather prudish. He was not in the least bit manly in his ways or muscular in appearance. I suppose in some ways he was more similar to me in that we could both be described as youthful looking and perhaps a little effeminate. He had once been teased at school for being too fat and I had persuaded him into this trip partly to improve his fitness. His face conveyed a bit of the 'I'm a fatty' look and while he was OK in the nude I couldn't get too excited about him as the prospects for any intimacy always seemed quite hopeless. Later on that evening in the bar we found that the new guests had monopolised it with their rowdy conviviality. They were already sitting around two big tables telling jokes and gulping frothy beer from large glasses. Sammy went immediately to a table as far away from them as possible and complained about their noisiness, poor manners and lack of respect for others. After about 10 minutes he said he thought we should turn in early but I told him to go ahead as I might stay behind for another drink. As I made my way back from the bar the main group were all looking at me and I smiled back. "Hey would you like to come and join us. Where's your friend gone?" "He said he wanted an early night!" I said in a conspiratorial whisper making no effort to conceal my distaste for his puritanical mentality. "Let me guess you're a Rugby team and you are over on holiday?" I ventured as I took as seat. "Nearly right" said a guy called Bob, the captain, "Although we're on tour. Teaching this lot how to play, I suppose. How did you guess" I was once a mascot for the local team when I was 12 years old. So I've pretty much grown up with you lot!". "Don't look much like a Rugby player yourself though! Too, well!, if I may borrow your word 'pretty'? Please don't take that wrongly we don't mean to tease you or anything but I just can't imagine you as part of a scrum!". This was Colin, a huge guy who played Scrum Half. He was one of the ones I had seen in the showers earlier. There was a growing titter of laughter as some guys sitting next to Colin started whispering to one another. "You're just making excuses!" "It was genuine mistake. How could I tell?" This left me perplexed as they rolled around laughing about whatever it was that had so amused them before. "I think we'll have to tell him" said Andy. "Yea you go on then" said Colin, but Andy was not so easily embarrassed. "It was just that, well, when we first saw you, you were actually facing the other way and some of us sort of saw you and wondered if we hadn't made a mistake if you see what I mean." "Perhaps he doesn't quite" Chirped up a smaller guy called Lenny. "What we all saw was a fucking sexy ass so naturally we thought you were a chick. And I suppose you hair had something to do with it also!" he added. "Steady on Lenny!" Bob interrupted getting quite angry. "That's not the way to talk to our guest who we hardly know". I felt more amused than offended especially as I remembered what Sammy had said! "So I suggest it's change of subject time now. What shall we all do? How about a game of cards?" said Eric a big tall guy who was the only other black player. I had counted 18 of them, I suppose 15 players and 3 reserves. "Were are quite lot for cards aren't we?" I said. "It depends what you play" said Colin. "So what are we going to play?" Andy asked "Strip poker!" He had a very challenging manner to him. What he had said might have sounded ridiculous but as I soon realised, not when it came from Lenny. "I thought this was a change of subject" observed Bob and then turning to me. "What is your reaction to this?" "I don't mind joining in at all. It's just that I am not too sure of the rules and so you may have to help me bit." "The less you know the sooner you loose and get your kit off!" continued Lenny then "No! have no fear I shall look after you!" he said grabbing my arm in a tight clasp. "Here goes then!" said Hank as he dealt from a double deck of cards. "When it comes to things like shoes and socks I suggest they both come off together" "Yes of course!" agreed Lenny on behalf of everyone else. To begin with I fared reasonably well which brought remarks from Andy that I was not as innocent as I looked. Several of the guys had to take their shirts off before I did and the sight of these big hairy chests was already generating problems for me lower down and increased everyone's anticipation of events. A run of losses saw my shoes and socks come off and then my jeans. Then I seemed to survive many games as I watched the others strip off down to their briefs revealing those huge strong thighs which characterise Rugby players all over the world and massive bulges where the material struggled to enclose their considerable equipment! I had a raging erection when it came to my turn to pull my pants down. It was the most exciting moment of my life. I could remember having such feelings all those years ago when I was a mascot and had glimpsed some of the players in the changing rooms. This was it! Their eyes all went down to feast on my genitals. I felt so proud that all these beautiful men should be admiring me. Then I turned to show them my bum. This was even more exciting for me as here lay some of my most treasured fantasies. Lenny was the first to run his hands over my buttocks then everyone seemed to be groping my genitals and slit. It was all over too quickly as Bob called them to order and the barman was seen across the room. I got dressed amid compliments. Eric said my ass was even sexier than any chick he'd seen. We played some more games then we all decided to go to bed. Sammy was asleep in the corner of the dormitory. Bob asked me where I wanted to go so I chose a lower bunk near the middle of the room. I watched the other guys strip down to their underpants and get into their bunks. I wondered whether anything would happen when the lights went out. In fact I was fucking desperate! As soon as everyone was in bed Bob put off the light But although it was dark there was a lot of noise from guys telling dirty jokes and laughing. Others were going on about who had the balls to do something. Poor Sammy! I was lying on my side with my knees slightly forward when I felt a hand on my blanket from behind. It was very dark but a voice said. "How are you doing?" "Fine thanks!" I replied then I felt his hand coming in under the bedclothes and feeling my naked body. It was Daren who played Full Back. He was in the lower bunk next to me, he was really nice but quiet. A bit of a dark horse but very handsome so I had no problem at all about his advances. I moved my body backwards towards him but remained facing the other way. This gave him access to my bum and slit. But he was pushing his hand between my legs and groping my balls and cock which was very hard. I was near to cumming but then he withdrew his hand I remember being worried that something had made him loose interest in me. The next thing was I felt the whole bunk sag as I realised that his big warm naked body was right next to me in bed. Now he was feeling my ass crack in an even more exciting way that was making my heart pound. As he went down to suck my cock I felt his finger tip locate my anus as he investigated my hole. I turned to lie on my stomach and he got on top of me from behind. I just could not believe everything was going right. I had so much longed for this all my teenage years and now I lay waiting for him to come up my bum with his lovely big hard dick. But there was no lube and my hole was too dry for him to penetrate me at first. He was shafting my crack now working his hard penis between my tight buttocks. The whole bunk was rocking as he suddenly started to shoot cum into my bum slit. I felt his frenzied jerking dick juice my hole then thrust into my bottom as he jacked off the rest of his semen fluids right up my rectum. Just at this very moment the guy in the top bunk shouted out: "What the hell 's going on?!" and someone turned on the light. In the frenzy of my ass being fucked the blankets had slipped off the bed and there we were stark naked. Daren was just pulling out a thick shiny fuck pole from my juicy, freshly fucked ass. A circle of guys now stood looking on in almost shocked amazement. It was a bit awkward at first, perhaps they needed time to take it all in. Bob commented that I seemed to have enjoyed it but Lenny had his own ideas. "What the fuck are you waiting for? I don't fucking care if he enjoyed it.! That's irrelevant!! He fucking needs it whether he likes it or not and he's going to fucking get it right up his fucking asshole!!! Come on get legs in the air you slut and don't try to fight me because I'm fucking stronger than you are. Lenny was full of testosterone and male aggression. He was well known for his fiery temper on the field and would often get booked for arguing with the referee. His body was small but immensely strong and fit. His upwards curving cock looked threatening as he grasped my ankles so hard it hurt and forced my legs back and apart as far as they would go. "Right you're fucking getting it right where you fucking need it. Watch me fuck that big fat chick ass of yours. These are the only fucking balls here and you're just about find out all about them." Lenny was ramming my ass so aggressively with his cock that my prostate was getting quite sore. There was nothing I could do, I felt overpowered by him and intimidated by his aggression. But above all I couldn't help wanting him to fuck me and to get his male juices up my bottom. His balls were slapping my against my buttocks as he pumped his prick in and out of my ass hole. "OK you get to feel my balls! Now they're going into action! I'm going to fuck your bum right up!" He quickened the pace. "I'm gonna fuck you full!! Oh hell you're gonna get it!! Ah!! Ah!!" Lenny shot his load right up me. I could feel his eager prick jerking wildly inside my rectum as he squirted his hot rich cum deep into my bum. I loved it! This was the cream of his strong muscles, his manliness and aggression. Eventually he collapsed forwards on to my chest releasing my ankles from his firm grasp. "Thanks mate! Thank was fucking marvellous" "Thanks Lenny you performed beautifully, you've got real balls!" That was typical of him, he was just a youth once more. Behind all his bravado he had a heart of gold. For the others watching it was now obvious that I was game for a big gang bang and that each of their now bulging pricks were welcome up my hot sticky hole. I pulled my legs back of my own accord this time as Bob came down on me with his huge muscular frame. He was twice the size of Lenny and his muscles were so big he had no need for strong language. Once Bob was on top of you, you knew who was boss! He was very cool and deliberate in everything he did. He sensed that I wanted to be fucked and there was no doubt about his determination. His dick was a lot thicker than Lenny's but once he started to push at my slimy sphincter I felt myself yielding to his pressure so that in seconds he drove his big strong meat straight up my eager ass. I don't think Bob had ever fucked a guy before and the presence of his cock inside was having a big effect on my genitals. Every movement he made inside me provoked huge excitement within me and both my face and my cock gave away my inability to control myself. Everyone was watching intently as Bob settled into a steady pumping rhythm like a piston surging in and out. He steady face gave no advanced warning of the huge climax he was about to experience. I say Bob was strong and composed. Well in a matter of seconds he suddenly turned quite wild and I could see all the sinews of his arm muscles and his heaving chest, while his legs tensed and bulged as every ounce of strength he had was thrown into a gigantic orgasm. I felt his cock leaping in wild spasms as he pumped his spunk up my bum. Once again it felt like everything strong and steadfast about this sturdy and resolute guy. I loved him as he winced as he spurted the last drops of cum up me. The others had been watching with growing excitement about who would be next and the sight of his thick sticky hose coming out of my hole was driving them wild. Andy was next. Believe me he was even bigger than Bob in every respect. There was more obvious passion about him as he forced his dick up me. He held my legs too as if like Lenny he wanted me to know who was in charge and that my role was just to lie back and let it happen. Wow happen it did!!. Andy's cock was massive and utterly irresistible from the moment he penetrated my anus he possessed my body completely. I couldn't look at anything except his big flashing eyes as he fixed mine on his and propelled me into uncontrollable sex. I could think of nothing except the feeling of his huge cock against my throbbing gland. His big black muscles on his chest were almost bare of hairs but immensely powerful but somehow tender too. He was not aggressive like Lenny in the way he fucked me. He seemed to probe me with a sensitivity even an understanding of exactly how I was reacting to him. I was in uncharted waters of sexual excitement. At times there was cum spilling from my half erect cock. Somehow I couldn't manage a full erection because Andy was just too dominant inside me. Gradually I became aware of a strange feeling welling up deep inside my rectum. It was a like a massive thrill but quite uncontrollable. Suddenly I was orgasming deep inside my bottom and driving Andy mad as my anus clasped at his cock. It was too much for him, I saw his eyes shut tight as he gasped then let fly inside me with the fantastic burst of fuck insemination. Wow Andy had some cum flow when he got going. They say you haven't been fucked till you've been done by a black guy. Well believe me it's true!!. Lenny seemed tame by comparison but just as Andy withdrew I took a glance over at Lenny and his curving cock was rigid again. He saw me: "Want some more?" he shouted. No way!! Said Eric as he sat down firmly on my legs.Eric was so big and tall he could easily outdo little Lenny. Apart from being the other black guy Eric had a really long cock. It was much longer than anyone else's. He wasn't as thick as Andy or Bob but he get places far beyond anyone else. If he did me really far up it set me off on a bowel action. It was the most sexy sight to see Eric's long shiny dick gliding in and out of my bum hole. He was even more careful and deliberate than Bob and he seemed to be a able to direct his cock very precisely to where he wanted it inside my rectum. He was about to propel me into another massive rectal orgasm. I could feel it coming. I was powerless to resist. He was in total control. "Hey Lenny come and do the honours man!" Eric called over to Lenny who seemed to know exactly what was expected of him as he leant over me and began sucking my cock. Very soon I got into a huge climax and as Eric withdrew inside a little I was able to shoot my cum down Lenny's eager throat. It was the orgasm of a lifetime. I was shouting out; I couldn't stop myself. Then Eric went into full flow. I had heard the others talk almost reverently about his balls. They were big and dangled low in his scrotum. It seemed like oceans of hot cum which Eric was delivering into my bottom. He boasted about being able to produce 25 mls against a normal guy's 5mls. Well all I can say is that it felt like gallons!! There were still another13 guys desperate to fuck me. As I looked around all I could see was a forest of erect cocks waiting to do me. Now to speed matters up I bent over the end of the bed and invited them in from behind. Even though some of my enthusiasm had been drained off I was loving each and every one of these big sexy guys as they took it in turns to ram their cocks up my ass and fuck me full of cum. They were all so excited by the sight of each other's dicks dosing me with spunk and the slime now oozing from my crack and trickling down the inside of my thighs. It took each guy took less than half a minute to do me from penetration through several piston strokes to getting their cum pumped in. I noticed Sammy was awake and sitting up in bed watching me getting it. He was in a very vulnerable position. The remaining guys who hadn't fucked me were champing at the bit to jack off. Two of them went over to Sammy and were not in any mood for formal introductions. "What's your name pretty boy? You look as if you're in need of some attention!" Sammy had been wearing pyjamas. We all heard them tear as a guy called Nicky ripped off his bottoms. "Oh yea fucking lovely and smooth. Now you can't keep a lovely bum like that all to yourself now can you! Come on you're going to get it" Sammy was struggling hard to get away but now three guys were holding him down as another applied some cum to his asshole which they had collected from mine to lube him up. "Hey get off!" he protested mildly. We were all watching as another guy Jock tried to force his dick up Sammy's ass hole. He was crying out obviously in pain as Jock was far too big for him. I shouted over that he should stop before they did him a serious injury. Bob seemed to have gone to bed in another dorm, anyway he was not around to keep order. Sammy was struggling ineffectively because I guess he really wanted it . The sight of him like this was extremely exciting for everyone. There was no doubt that his bum was beautifully smooth and sexy and when he was watching us he had got an erection. Lenny now took over a with the help of two others who held his legs up, he got himself in position to penetrate Sammy's ass with his slim curved dick. Lenny was about the only guy to be slim enough to stand a decent chance of getting into an un-dilated hole. We all watched as Lenny gently pushed his knob against Sammy's sphincter. It took several minutes before he yielded and we saw Lenny's dick bury itself into Sammy's bottom. Having both hands free Lenny got to work on Sammy's dick which was already hard. "Don't try to pretend you don't want it! You're loving this aren't you! And its just about to get better!" Lenny was shafting Sammy very gently so as to excite his prostate to the maximum. It was Sammy who started to cum first. He was groaning and gasping as his gland tried to ejaculate but Lenny was pressing his cum tubes inside. Suddenly he let fly and fucked Sammy right up his lovely bum. Sammy managed to ejaculate on his belly button as Lenny shot his load up him and ended his virginity for good. The fertilised Sammy was now sent back to bed to absorb the fluids now well up inside his young body. I lay on the mattress on my stomach and took the rest of the Guys in the same way that I had taken Daren. They said afterwards it was more exciting than doing me bending over because their cock shafts were clasped by my buttocks while their knobs were squeezed by my anus. I had been fucked by 18 guys and I could feel their semen inside my ass. It was a lovely full feeling and I was able to keep their beautiful strong fluids inside me all night as I slept naked next to Daren. Needless to say Sammy' sexuality had now been determined for him and he was a much happier person. He even stopped complaining about the behaviour of Rugby players!

Jock of My Dreams

2007-07-20T17:47:00.001-07:00

Coach Jones thought I would work out fine, and gave me a quick orientation on what my duties would be. I was to clean up after school, and after the players. Make certain the laundry was done, the floors were cleaned, and the showers were as well. He handed me the keys to the locker room, so that after games I could finish even if it were late, and I could lock up. I can't tell you what a thrill it was to handle those keys. It was like he was handing me the keys to a gold chest. I thanked the coach for the opportunity, and I believe I saw a twinkle in his eyes, as he smiled at me. The first day on the job, was pretty easy. The football team just finished practice, and were all trying to clean up and go home. The smell in that room, made my dick hard. Have you ever smelled that wonderful combination of sweat, musk, soap, and just natural male smells. The team was walking around in various states of undress. Some were heading to the showers, others were just stripping off their uniforms, and others had cleaned up and heading out the door. I knew most the guys by sight if not by name, and I was thoroughly enjoying the sites in front of me. There was every size, shape, and color of cock and ass imaginable. I did notice those that seemed more endowed, and was surprised by others. As I was walking around making sure towels were handed out and picked up, I bumped into Tim. He was just getting out of his uniform and was standing there in nothing but his jock, and shoulder pads. The site sent my dick hard in about three seconds. I glanced up at his face, and he blessed me with his brilliant smile. "Hey man sorry, I was not watching where I was going", he said. "No problem, I was pretty occupied in thought myself". Tim smiled again, and then with a hint of mischief said, "Yeah, I noticed". Not sure what he meant, but I had been staring at his crotch. As he walked away, I checked out my fantasy, and it was beyond real. His bubble butt had a fine coating of hair, just a shade lighter than that on his head. He shook as he moved, in perfect syncopation with his steps. I was in heaven. That night in bed, the erection came quickly and the ejaculation even quicker. I could not contain my lust, my desire, and my need for Tim. This job as towel boy had its advantages, but it also had its disadvantages. I didn't know if I could keep my dick under control. Would I sprout wood at the mere sight of Tim, or any of the other hunks on the team? I had been good so far, but as the days went on, and the feeling of familiarity became stronger, I was letting my guard down. I had not admitted to being gay to myself, and certainly was not sure where my sexuality was, but I knew I was attracted to men, and Tim in particular. During the next several weeks, I had made friends with most of the team, and Tim and I were at least on speaking terms. As felt wonderful every time Tim would say hello, or tap me on the shoulder as we passed down the halls. At one point he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me into him in a playful manner in the halls. We wrestled around a bit, and as I turned my head, my nose was directly in his armpit. I took a quick whiff, and struggled to get free. I hoped he hadn't noticed. He let me loose, tussled my hair, and then gave me another one of those smiles. Late that afternoon after practice, I was cleaning up after the team, and I came across a jock lying on the floor near Tim's locker. I had no idea whose it was, but the temptation was there. I picked it up, looked at the stained jock, and instinctively put it to my nose. The scent was intoxicating, my head felt light; all my senses tingled with excitement. I then stuffed the pouch into my mouth and began to suck on it. I could taste the salty taste of sweat, the acid taste of piss, and the sweet taste of cum. I knew that taste from eating my own after each cum session at night. Someone had actually shot into his jock. Did they jerk off into it, or did they come during the game? I was not sure, but my dick was hard at the thought. I quickly looked around to make sure no one had noticed me, and then deposited the jock in the laundry. As I passed by the showers I heard noises. I didn't think there was anyone else left in the locker room, so I was curious to see what was up. I quietly moved around the corner and was amazed at what was happening before my eyes. There in the furthest corner of the communal showers was the coach, and Gil the defensive lineman. Coach Jones was on his knees, sucking Gil's thick slab of meat, while Gil just leaned back on the wall. The Coach was even better looking than I imagined. At 45, he was graying slightly, but his body was tight, and his chest furry. His legs had always looked well muscled, as I knew he ran regularly. Gil on the other hand was a powerhouse of muscle. He worked out religiously every day in the weight room. His shoulders and arms bulged with pumped muscle, his legs powerful and strong, and his smooth tan skin shimmered with sweat. "Yeah Coach, eat my dick man, eat this powerhouse cock!" Coach Jones just hummed in ascent. He was eating that boy's dick as if it were his last meal. "Now, lick those balls, Coach, lick behind those orbs, where the sweat is sweeter!" Gil was really into the scene, and I have to admit so was I. I had never really seen two men go at each other with abandoned before, but here it was. Gil leaned forward and started to run his hands down the coach's back, and down to the crack of his ass. He was still feeding the coach his cock, but the intent was clear. He then pulled the Coach's head off his cock, turned around and presented his full ass to him. "Eat my dirty, hairy hole fucker!" The coach started to kiss, lick and lightly bite the big man's globes. He then took his nose, and running it up the crack of Gil's ass, took a deep breath. It was just like my fantasy. Just the same action I wanted to do to Tim. Coach Jones pulled back, spread Gil's massive mounds, and then just stared at the exposed sphincter. "Damn boy, you do have pretty hole." "Probably tastes just as good as it smells too!" Coach Jones was in his element. He then moved forward, stuck out his tongue, and swiped it up Gil's crack. Gil moaned in pleasure as he felt the rough muscle, slide across his tender pink hole. "Yeah man, clean my hole out!" "I've been waiting all day for you to suck my ass hole." Coach dove back into the massive ass and buried his face in that beautiful butt. He seemed to be going nuts trying to get deeper inside. Gil closed his eyes, moaned in pleasure and pushed back onto the Coach's face. All this time my dick was straining inside my jockeys. I unzipped my jeans, pulled my hard cock out and started to stroke at the scene in front of me. It was my fantasy come alive, and probably as close as I would come to it. At least that is what I thought. The coach continued his efforts for a few more minutes, until Gil told him to stop. Gil turned around and presented his cock for further worship. "Here cock sucker, lube up this thick dick because it is going up your ass!" Coach complied and took the dick down to the hilt. As he came back up he made sure he wet the shaft down well with his spit. He deep throated that cock a few more times and then was ready. He turned around and positioned himself on all fours on the shower room floor. "DO ME FUCKER!" was all he needed to say. Gil got behind him, positioned his cock, and then slowly slid the head into the Coach's waiting hole. Coach winced initially, as the big mushroom head pierced his hole. He then let out a breath of relief, as Gill proceeded to push the rest of his dick into his ass. It must have been at least 8 or 9 inches in length and it disappeared inside the coach in seconds. Once settled into that warm tunnel, Gil grabbed the man's hips and began to piston his hips into him. Each trust became a bit harder and deeper. Each time the Coach would beg for more. Another inch, a harder thrust, a faster pace. Eventually, Gil was a machine in motion. No longer thinking of the Coach's pleasure or pain, but his own gratification, he was an animal in heat. He thrust his hard shaft deep into the Coach's hungry ass, and he punished with his weapon. "Yeah fucker, take this man's cock, ride my dick!" Gil was a man on a mission. I could tell by Gil's breathing that he was close to shooting his wad up the coach's hole. I was close to shooting mine that was for sure. Gill had made the coach change positions, and had him on his back, with legs up on the floor. I could really get a good view of his tool working the man's hole. It was slick with ass juice, and hard as a nail, but the coach was in heaven. He stroked his cock in perfect rhythm with the defensive lineman's punches. "Here it comes fucker, I'm going to flood your hole with my cum" Gil screamed, and he thrust harder into the ass hole, and held himself there, muscles tensed, teeth clenched. He then started to push in and out just abit more making certain his juice was deep inside the man. At that same time, coach moaned out his assent into the abyss that is orgasm. I could see the stream of cum shoot over his shoulder and land on the floor behind his head. He volleyed a few more ropes of cum on his chest before lying there exhausted. Gil collapsed on top of the coach, and then tenderly searched his mouth with his tongue. The kiss was passionate and not rushed, more love than threat, and certainly of fulfilled pleasure. I had turned around the corner and proceeded shot my load all over the floor. The sights, the sounds, mixed with the smells of the locker room, pushed me over the edge. I stood there, gasping, shaking from the eruptive orgasm, eyes closed, trying to burn that scene into my memory. When I opened my eyes, I was staring into Tim's face. "Not shot man, looks like you really had to bust that nut!" Tim smiled, and walked away. I was red with embarrassment, and shame. Not only had I been caught, but by Tim. I could never look at him again I thought. I could I explain. I quickly put myself back together, and left the building. The following day, I avoided Time like the plague. I didn't meet his eyes, went the other way down the halls, anything to avoid him. I was embarrassed, and ashamed. I figured he would never see me the same way again. I was going into the locker room at the end of the day, and I purposely avoided Tim's locker area. I also tried to avoid Coach Jones too. Somehow I did not want him to know I had witnessed his little play with Gil, I am not sure why. I was putting some equipment away, when I hear Tim calling for me. I took a deep breath and walked over to where his locker was. He was sitting on the bench, still dressed in his uniform. "Did you call for me?" "Yeah stud, could you help me off with my uniform. I sprained my wrist at practice." "Sure, not a problem Tim", was all I could muster. I straddled the bench in front him, and proceeded to help him off with his jersey. As close as I was to him, I could feel his hot breath on my stomach, and he attempted to help. I got jersey off, and laid that on the floor. I started to help with his shoulder pads. "Why don't we leave those for now, could you help with the cleats?" I just smiled back, and proceeded to untie his cleats, and take them off. I was starting to wonder why he needed my help, it didn't seem to me that the injury was that bad. But this did give me an excuse to be close to him. I was taking this all in and enjoying the intimacy. What I failed to notice was Tim's face. He sat back, and grinned. There was a look of contentment, of completion on his face. Little did I know what that was all about? I started taking off Tim's sock, and feeling the hard muscled calves, the fine hairs trail across my fingers, was giving me a hard on. Not to mention his smell. Damn, but I loved the smell of a man who sweats. As I got closer to his feet, I must have tickled him, and he jerked. I was not prepared for that, and I fell backward onto him. We both lay prone on the bench, our eyes meeting. It was a brief moment, but there was a fire in his eyes, something I had not noticed before. I quickly recovered, and joked about his reflexes and how they were pretty good. He just smiled, and said they had to be to play the game so well. We both laughed. I then went to work the shoulder pads again, and this time he allowed me to pull them off. Again his hot breath was seeping through my tee shirt, and I my cock was straining against my jeans. As I lifted up, Tim needed to lean in and as he did so, I thought I felt him kiss my stomach. It was brief contact, but something nonetheless. As he sat there bare chested, with only his uniform pants and pads still on, he was mesmerizing. The scent of his maleness was filling the air, and even if I tried I could not hide the erection in my jeans. He stared into my eyes, and then at my crotch. I followed his gaze, and blushed. "Nothing to be ashamed about man, we all get those". He smiled, and then asked me to help him off with the rest. By this time the rest of the team had already finished cleaning up and were leaving. None of them said much as they left, and the situation with Tim and I did not seem strange. Tim was standing up at this point, and was trying to undo the ties at the top of his pants. His wrist was just a bit too tender to work the strings well enough so I helped him undo the pants, and helped to pull the pads out. Once loosened, the pants came down easily. There he was, standing in front of me in just his jock. I couldn't help but stare at the full package nestled within the fabric of that jock. His cock was hard, and straining against the mesh. I looked into his eyes. There was seriousness there. "Perhaps this is the view you like best" he said, and turned around. There, framed by the two elastic bands was the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. He turned to look back at me, his eyes were welcoming, his smile dazzling. "Go ahead Jimmy, do what you want." "I have been waiting for weeks to catch you alone, but after yesterday I knew I couldn't wait much longer". I sat on the bench and just stared at those two glorious globes. I reached up and started to massage each one of those hard gluts, and feel the muscles respond to my touch. Tim relaxed, and allowed himself to feel the pleasure of my touch. Just as I had seen Coach do the day before, I began to lick, bite, and kiss that ass. To feel the warm flesh against my tender lips sent shivers down my spine. I needed to sniff the man's ass. To smell the deepest essence of whom this man was. Spreading his cheeks just slightly, I ran my nose up the crack of his hairy ass, and took a deep, satisfying breath. It was more than I could have imagined. The mix of sweat, musk, and his maleness was there. I couldn't help myself, spread his cheeks further apart, and began to run my tongue across, and into his pungent hole. He bent down to give me better access, and I buried my face in his butt. I lapped at his hole, sending my pointed tongue as deep into that tunnel as I could reach. Tim moaned loudly as I feasted on his pucker. "OH FUCK! Jimmy I never knew it could feel so good!" He chanted as I kept up my cadence. I was in heaven. The vision that was Tim's ass was now my conquered territory. I was gone, and I had crossed a line within myself that felt right. I knew this was who I was, and this was the man I wanted. I pulled myself out of his ass, and turned him around. His full, stained, and wet jock pouch was at face level. I leaned in and began to suck on the fabric. I sucked on his ball sack through the webbing, and chewed up the shaft of his hard cock. I tasted piss, sweat, and yet again cum. It had been Tim's jock I found the other day. The taste was the same, and I understood. He left it for me as bait. I took my head and pushed it further into his crotch. He ground his hips on my face, so that his hard cock was running across my face. I licked, suck, and chewed on any thing that came into my mouth. He then pulled my head away. He stared down into my eyes. There were no words spoken, he just bent down and kissed me. His ardent tongue found my mouth and forced its way in. I relented and gave myself over to the intrusion. The kiss was fire, it was passion, it was male. He then moved back, and again staring into my eyes, said, "Why don't you take off those clothes, and follow me?" I did as he asked and he led me to the shower room. He turned on the sprays at the far end on hot, and allowed a billow of steam to rise. The then stepped back to me, and embracing me, kissed me again. Our hands found the landscapes of our bodies, explored the valleys and hills of the topography of the male form. He started to kiss and suck on my neck, this sent shivers down my spine. He moved down to my chest and sucked lovingly at my nipples. He then lifted my arms up and dove into my armpits with vengeance. He licked, he sucked, and he savored the flavor of my sweat. As he maneuvered down my torso, he got to his knees, and licked my cock. He tenderly licked the mushroom head of my hard cock, and then took it into his lips. My brain froze that moment in time. Tim was sucking my dick! The scene was surreal, and yet it felt as natural as breathing. Tim then took my shaft and swallowed as much as he could of my 10-inch cock. He went after my dick like a starving man. The only thing I could compare the sensations to was electricity. I stood there in the middle of the steam and allowed Tim to take me, to make my body his for that time. He was moving down to my balls, and sucking each one into his mouth, and licking it. He was making love to me. I wanted to be there with him, to give him the same sensations, and so I got down on the floor with him. We positioned ourselves into a 69 position and we both went at each other. Mouths, cocks, balls, ass holes, it all was tasted, and savored. I started to push a finger into Tim's ass hole as I sucked his cock. He moaned and wiggled his ass, wanting more of my digit in him. I continued to suck his dick and as I did so, I would work more of my fingers into his hole. There was some tension there, but relaxation took over and soon I had three fingers up his wanting hole. I devoured my cock, slicking it up, chocking on it. I knew what he wanted instinctively, and it was the same thing I did. All this time admiring the quarterback's ass, I wanted to fuck him. To feel my cock slide between those muscled cheeks, and feel the warmth of his inside. I wanted to feel him caress my shaft with his rectal muscles, to want me deep inside of him. Ultimately to shoot my load in his hole, and mark it as mine. Just as I had seen Gil do with Coach Jones, I positioned Tim on all fours. It was a beautiful sight to see that strong back arched, waiting for my assault. I spit on my cock, and lubed it up more. I positioned it at the entrance to his ass, and pushed. He gasp as the cock head, burst the barrier of his sphincter. Tim pushed back instinctively onto my cock. It may have been an intrusion, but it was a welcomed one. I allowed him to do what he needed to do, to feel comfortable. To allow him to open up, relax to accept my cock. Tim then gave me the sign that he was ok, that he wanted it to go on. I started to slowly piston my cock in and out of his hole. I would pull my fully hard shaft out of his hole, only so far as to allow the head to remain inside. I would then push back into his ass, with one long stroke. I repeated this process until I could feel his hole give itself to me. I grabbed Tim by his hips and started to really get into motion. He moaned, he screamed, he demanded my assault on his ass. He wanted me deep inside his hole, to spread his hole, to fuck him. I did so with abandon. I don't know what came over me, but all I recall and a brutal fucking. I pounded his ass hole hard, fast and deep. I no longer worried about what he might be thinking of me. His hole felt so wonderful wrapped around my cock. I could tell by his reactions that he was enjoying. He would push back on me to make the strokes more intense. I knew at this rate I would never last. I wanted to see his eyes as I punished his jock hole. I told him to get on his back and left his massive legs. I then repositioned my cock and drove it in. I could see him close his eyes tight, to call out, to scream of pleasure. I braced myself against his legs, and looked down at him. He stared back at me with such love, such desire that I almost lost it. I wanted this scene to live on forever. The locker room, the smells, the steam, and the man of my dreams were all one. I couldn't hold back and told him so. He looked at me and demanded that I drown his guts in sperm. That I breed him like any whore I might want. I did so with pleasure. My cock expanded just a bit more, the tightness of my balls, signaled the eruption of cum, and I spit that river of juice into him. I yelled at the top of my lungs, the intensity was so great. He also yelled as he shot stream, after thick stream of cum on his chest. My legs felt week, my body tingling with electricity. I stayed within him for as long as I could. I could feel my cock start to deflate, and knew I had spent myself. I pulled out of him with a noisy plop. We both laughed. I moved down to him and stared into his eyes. Here was the quarterback of the football team, wet, exhausted, fucked, in the middle of the steamy locker room showers. What a sight. I kissed him passionately. All of a sudden I hear noise, and jolt in surprise. Someone was still in the locker room. A body appeared through the veil of steam and it was Coach Jones. I froze for a minute, not knowing what to do. He looked at me, and then at Tim. He was silent, as if trying to think of what to say. He then smiled, and said, "It is about time you to got together." "I thought after yesterday and Jimmy here seeing me get fucked by Gil, it would be the perfect motivation." I was shocked. Tim said, "Yeah coach, Jimmy here shot such a wad yesterday on the floor, that I knew the time was right." Apparently I had been set up. "How did you know?" I asked. They both looked at me with amazement. "Duh Jim, you drooled like a puppy from day one." It seemed they both recognized the same lust that burned in them, burning in me. That is why the towel boy position was offered. They figured sooner or later I would slip. Well we all had a good laugh at that. I didn't care at this point. All I knew was I was with the Jock of my Dreams

Basket Balls-of-Fire

2007-07-20T17:46:00.001-07:00

I got hard in about two seconds from that. Then I took control. I pushed him down and started on the one part of the his body that I wanted so much...his balls. I took my hand and started to massage them. Letting them dangle and then lightly holding them between my fingers. This boy was amazing he had shaved his pubs all of so he was sooo smooth. It felt so good to hold them in my hands. FInally I inched my mouth down to them. Then slowly I let my tounge feel it out and started to lick them . By now he was obviously enjoying it because his hands were all over the back of my head caressing it and pushing it closer and closer. Next after I was done with the big balls. I moved to the biggest piece of man meat I have seen in my entire life. I kid you not this boy was at least 10" hard. I was so fucking hyped up. I started at the bottom licking the stump and it was all steaming and at the same time I could tasted the sweat that had worked up from the big game. I worked my way up letting my tounge run around the sides and not leave a piece untouched. Finally I was at the top of this man mountain. I started kissing and licking the tip which was uncut. I played with the foreskin letting in between my tounge and lips. Then I dove down on it like a rocket. He was now pushing my head farther and farther down. I got about half way when I started to gag. So I went back up then began a rythm of up and down up and down faster and faster his hands allways pushing me down and down. He started to yell "Yess, Fuck Yeah, OHHHH I'm cummmminng.....AHHHHHHHHH" With that he shot his load. I was licking it in like it was sweet icing. It tasted salty and yet sweet at the same time. The warm oozing sensation filled my mouth and was the best blow job I ever gave. After I had sucked him drier than death Valley. I told him that it was my turn to get off so I help him up and told him to bend over. I think he kinda liked me taking control of the situation. SO with that I pulled out the bottle of Pert Plus shampoo and started to lube my dick up. I almost came right then and there but I managed to contain it. So then I put some on my fingers and then told him to relax. I took my fingers and run them up and down his crack the cold shampoo made him jump a little. Next I told him not to worry and that we are gonna have some fun now. So I grabbed my dick and rubbed it all over his ass cheeks first then found the crack and spent time running it through the crack. Finally it was time for some deep penetration and i found my sweet spot and then slowly pushed my way into his insides. He started to moan but I just grabbed his chest and pulled him into me. Finally after about ten seconds I was in. And for those of you that don't know having your dick in ass is the best feeling in the world I was so content and happy that I could have stayed there forever but figured what the heck lets have some fun. So I started my rythm again. First pulling it almost out slowly then back in slowly then out a little faster and then in faster and out and in and out and in and then after a while I was going so fast I thought I was going pass out when I could feel my balls go up in the sack and my dick was ready and then with a loud moan and a big pull into his body I released my boy juice all into his ass. I was in heaven fucking and then my cum was all over my dick and I brought it out. We just stood there not knowing what to do next so We ended up showering each other and lets just say that we made our high school basketball years the best of our lives!!!!!!!!!!

UNCLE'S FRIEND

2007-07-20T17:45:00.000-07:00

"Hello, I'm Cole Denton, and you must be Mr. Taylor," the young man said while extending his hand, "I'm happy to meet you!!!" "P-please come in, Mr. Denton, would you care for something to drink," the older man asked nervously!?! "No thanks, I'm okay, but would you like something," Cole asked gently, "you look a little nervous?!?" "Does it show that much," he asked with a little laugh, "I thought I was hiding it pretty well!?!" "I take it that you've never done anything like this before," he went on easily, "well let me put your mind at ease, we won't do anything you don't want to do, it's as simple as that, you're the boss!!!" A sigh of relief seemed to waft through him as he responded softly, "I really appreciate that, Mr. Denton, I was close to calling it off, but now I'm glad that I didn't!!!" "Good," he replied enthusiastically, "now for starters, I think that we should do away with all this Mr. and Mr. stuff and use Cole and Mike!?!" After making small talk for a few minutes, Cole finally turned the conversation and asked softly, "So, Mike, what is it that you'd like to do, I'm at your service!?!" He fidgeted nervously in his seat and said haltingly, "I-I don't know, what do you think we should do first!?!" "Well," Cole replied smoothly, "how about if I strip for you, most of the men like seeing me take of my clothes, how does that sound to you!?!" "Oh, yes," he replied almost breathlessly, "that sounds very nice, I'd love to see you take off your things!!!" "Do you like big cocks," Cole asked while taking off his shirt and exposing his smoothly muscled tanned chest!?! "Y- yes," he moaned quietly, "I love big cocks, is yours big!?!" "I don't know," he replied while sliding off his tight pants, "how big is big, what's big to you might be small to someone else?!?" "My lover was seven inches long and that seemed pretty big to me," he moaned as Cole's bikini underwear came into view!!! Cole now stood not more than three feet away from him and with hands on his hips asked in a low voice, "Why don't you pull these down for and see for yourself, I hope it doesn't disappoint you!!!" With his hands now literally shaking, he reached out and after hooking his fingers in the waist band, took a deep breath and began tugging them down over his firm thighs, and as the rapidly thickening dick popped into view he gasped and stammered, "I-I don't believe it, h-how big is it, it's incredible!?!" "I'm not sure," he whispered, "why don't you feel for yourself and tell me how big you think it is?!?" With his eyes the size of saucers, he gingerly reached out and softly caressed the big head, inducing it to spasm slightly while moaning softly, "I-it must be eight inches long, is that about right!?!" "Ohhhhh, Mike," he chuckled, "I'm afraid that you're a little off, but just by and inch and a half!!!" "Oh god," he gaped, "it's nine and a half inches long, and so thick, c- can I suck it, please can I suck it!?!" Cole didn't even answer, instead he just pushed his crotch forward in an open invitation for Mike to take him into his mouth, which is exactly what he did as he let the big head press momentarily against his lips, and after savoring the sensation, opened wide and let it slide into his hungry mouth!!! "Oh myyyyyyyy," he sighed as he devoured his thickness, "you older men just have a knack for sucking cock, I guess there's just no substitute for experience!!!" Mike chuckled to himself and after pulling away for a second replied, "We're old enough to appreciate it too, like when we wrap a tongue around the head, just like this, it seems to drive men wild," and when he did exactly what he had just described, Cole's legs buckled slightly causing him to rest his hands on Mike's shoulders to keep from losing his balance!!! "Mmmmmmmmmm, you like that do you," he asked sweetly, "well, at least your cock seems to like it," as he licked off the drooling precum dripping from its tiny slit!!! After pulling Mike to his feet, Cole kissed him deeply on the mouth as he began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand while squeezing his cock with the other as he whispered into his ear, "When's the last time you got fucked, I'll bet your ass is hot as a firecracker!?!" "Oh, god," he moaned, "i-it's been so long since I've had it, and I'm not just hot, it's literally on fire, oh please, hurry!!!" "Mmmmmm, I just love big dicks," he sighed while unzipping Mike's pants and pulling out his cock, "ohhhhhhhhhhh my, such a nice big fat head!!!" Mike threw his head back as Cole jerked his hard shaft, and after only a few moments the older man was begging Cole to take off his pants and fuck him in the ass!!! Now almost delirious with lust, Mike shoved down his trousers and then without another word, flopped back down on the sofa with his legs spread wide and his arms reaching out in and attempt to get him to come to him!!! Cole grabbed his hard pecker, and while staring at his incredibly hairy asshole, slowly fisted his meat while driving the sixty year old bachelor into and absolute frenzy of excitement!!! Come on," he begged while jerking his big dick, "don't make me wait, stick it in me, big boy, show daddy what a big fucking stud you are!!!" Hearing this silver haired senior citizen begging for his cock like a hot little teenager practically drove Cole crazy with lust, and after three more quick fistings, he easily slid between his thighs while guiding his hammer straight into his bung hole!!! After kissing him hard on the lips, he then gave a mighty shove of his hips, driving his spike balls deep into his unsuspecting ass, educing a loud moan from deep in his throat as he began a relentless battering of his defenseless rectum!!! "Oh fuck," he groaned softly, "n-never in my whole life...............!!!" "Never what," Cole panted while continuing his brutal assault!?! "I-I've never felt so full in my whole life, I feel so fully packed it's just incredible, " he gasped as his pecker started spasming out of control, "j-just to get fucked again makes me feel so fucking hot, I can't help it, but I'm gonna fucking cummmmmmmmmmmm!!!" Even though Cole was being paid good money for his time, once in a while he would get almost as turned on as his customers, and even while trying to act professionally, sometimes his cock would just take over and no matter how he tried to control himself he would just pound away at some poor old asshole until his semen jettisoned out of his red hot poker and into his hot butt hole!!! Fortunately or unfortunately, that is exactly what was happening to Mike as Cole completely went bonkers slamming his hardon in and out of him like the proverbial trip hammer!!! But Cole wasn't the only one whose mind was now spinning like a top, Mike was just about as out of it as he was, and only after two or three minutes of recuperation was he able to stammer, "Jesus was that ever good, are you sure you're all right!?!" "Uh yeah," he mumbled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, but I guess I kinda went off the deep end, I didn't hurt you did I!?!" "Hurt me," he giggled, "that was the best fuck I've ever had bar none, and I do mean ever!!!" While Cole dressed and with Mike still lying back on the couch with his legs splayed wide apart and a fist absentmindedly jerking his now deflated pecker, he asked softly, "So, how do we old guys stack up with the young stuff!?!" Cole buckled his belt and with a sly smile leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth and replied, "Baby, they can't hold a candle to you, not even one!!

Seduction

2007-07-19T18:25:00.001-07:00

October came and went and Kenny left for the basic training. George was still in the process of discovering his sexuality and not that adventuresome, so sex between us remained j/o sessions. I missed Kenny because he and I had traveled far and wide in our quest for mutual sexual satisfaction. As the next year passed George became a less frequent visitor at my house. He began to spend more and more time with his druggie friends. Without Kenny and George around Shay began to spend more time at my house. He had graduated that spring and his parents had gotten a divorce. His mother moved away and his father was now planning to move back east. Shay found a job with a local grocery chain, and started living at my house as he could not stand his father's new live-in girlfriend. It was great just having him around. He had a great happy go lucky personality and could not do enough around the house to please me since he had stated living there. For me it was just nice to be able to see him daily, his long blond hair, tocky V-shaped body going into the bathroom in his briefs and coming out with his hair wet and only a towel on. He was about 6' tall with broad shoulders, no hair on his chest, his chest tapered down to a 30" waist and a beautiful bubble butt. Throw in a great smile (he was always smiling) and you have one gorgeous young stud. His manner of dress was always a turn on like tight faded 501's, sweats with no underware, or shorts and a tank top. Girls were forever trying to pickup on him, but he seemed to show little or no interest in them. The longer we were housemates the closer we seemed to become. Shay could not seem to do enough for me. He would wash my car, do my laundry and clean and cook. He remembered father's day and my birthday with cards and gifts. The only negative was that he would often go out with his male buddies and drink a lot of beer, but never to the point that he caused me any problem. The positive side of that was that occasionally he would bring other young guys over and that would provide some new sceanery for me. In fact he brought a friend named Cody over a couple of times, what a hunk he was, but that is another story that did not surface again to another 6 years. One of Shay's friends was getting married and Shay went to a bachelor party one Saturday night. He returned home around 11pm feeling pretty good after drinking a few beers. He had the remainder of a 12 pack with him and a video tape. I was wathching an old movie on TV and Shay got us both a beer and watched the rest of the movie with me. After the movie I asked him how the party was and he said great. I asked him why he was home so early and he said the group had decided to go to a topless bar and he did not want to go. We talked for a while and then Shay asked me if I would like to wathch the video they had watched at the party. I said sure. He put it on and we both sat down on the couch to watch it. It was hard core porn and was obviously a home made tape made by copying segements of several commerical porn films. The first segment was a straight sex, male - female, sucky fucky show. Then to my supprise the next piece was a gay segment with two young guys getting it on. Shay became very restless during this portion and was for sure getting aroused. The next part was two women, and during this part Shay went into the bedroom and put on a pair of cutoff sweats. He returned just as another part with three guys in it started. I then realized that it was the gay parts that were turning Shay on. He got up and went to get us both another beer and I could see the hardon he had a mile away as the front of his sweats looked like a pup tent. Shortly after he sat back down the tape ended. He asked if I wanted to watch some of the tape again and I said why not. He got up and went over to the VCR and started rewinding the tape. While he was standing there with his back to me, in his sweats, I could see the crack of his bubble butt. I now realized he was trying to tell me something and I shook in anticipation. He had set the tape back to the part with the two guys again, and he stood in front to the TV for a few moments wathing it. Then he walked back toward me, with that barely contained erection standing tall, but instead of returning to the other end of the couch, he walked up and stood right in front of me. Now his toes were touching mine, and his giant hardon was pointed right at my nose only a few inches away. God, how I wanted to just reach up and jerk those sweats down. I mumbled something about do you realize what you are doing to me and he replied "Yes, so". I reached up and put both my hands on the sides of his trip waist and he shuddered. I then took my right hand and rubbed the tip of his dick with the back of my fingers through his sweats. I instant I did a wet spot of precum appeared on the front of his sweats. I looked up and his eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face. I could no longer resist and I reached up took the waist band of his sweats in both hands and pulled them down around his ankles. For the first time there was his beautiful cock right in front of my face. If was thicker than I expected, every bit of 7", straight and tall and perfectly cut. The shaft was swollen slightly larger than the head and looke d like it was just made to slide into something or somebody. His ball were large and drawn tight and solid, his pubic hair was prue blond and lighter than the hair on his head. The sight of him and the musky smell almost made me cum in my pants right then.. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck him off while rubbing his balls. After a minute or two of me sucking and Shay gently pumping he pulled away from me. He looked down at me and said this really feel good, but I want to do it together so lets go into your bedroom. This would be the first time Shay had ever slept in my bed. I went to the bathroom and undressed to my briefs. When I entered my bedroom Shay was sitting on the side of my bed and I walked up to him and stood as he had to me. He looked at my hardon through my shorts and then pulled them down and began sucking me off. We fell onto the bed and began sucking each other until we had both shot giant loads down each others throat. Later that night we both fucked each others virgin asses. That night was the beginning of five years of Shay and I living together and being lovers.... Kenny would return from time to time and I would stray for a night.... and Cody would replace Shay years later......... Kenny's Friend

Hot Time In The Attic

2007-07-19T18:24:00.000-07:00

The summer I turned eighteen, I got my own room in the attic. My father had been working on renovating the attic for several months and decided I needed a room of my own away from my two younger brothers. Eddie, a friend from school, had agreed to help me paint the attic room and help me move some of my things into it. Eddie was taller than me by an inch or two and fairly lanky. He had this mop of unruly black curls and a poor excuse for a mustache (mine was thicker at the time). He did not act gay or effeminate, but was a little on the "touchy-feely" side, always moving his hands and clasping someone on the shoulder. Anyway, that was Eddie. It was a really hot Saturday when we were going to do the painting and moving. We decided bring the mattresses up first and leave them in the hallway before we started painting. By the time we got the mattress and the rest of the bed up to the attic we were both sweating like pigs. Opening the windows for the breeze as well as ventilation, we got busy painting. About half-way through the first coat, Eddie took off his shirt and tossed it into the hall where it would not get paint splattered on it. After a few minutes I did the same. As I said, Eddie was lanky, but he was also pretty hairless, unlike me. My chest is covered in fine, light brown hairs. Eddie only had about a half-dozen fuzzy hairs around each nipple and a thin line of curly hairs from his navel down into his pants. We finished the rest of the painting without incident, talking about whatever it is eighteen year olds talk to nineteen years olds about. The conversation wound it way to sex as it usually did back then. I was getting excited and I could tell he was too. He groped and scratched his crotch a couple of times. “Have you ever seen another guy naked?” he asked. “A few times in the gym locker room.” “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to touch another guy there?” “Yeah,” I whispered as sweat trickled down my face and back. “How about it?” His hand went to his crotch. I was silent for a few seconds then licked my lips free of sweat. “O.K.” He took a few steps closer and laid his sweaty hand on my chest, sliding it up and down slowly. I was getting hard and when I laid my hand on his jeans-covered crotch, I knew he was too. We embraced and our hands slid all over each other’s backs. After what seemed like a lifetime of heart-bounding, we both looked at the open door and grinned. We pulled the mattress inside the room then locked the door. I watched Eddie as he took off his pants. He was wearing these ratty boxers with a few holes at the crotch. I could see a thatch of dark hair and a bit of his cock. From the outline his cock made on the thin fabric, his cock was thick and long. I knew I was going to pop a boner. I took off my pants and threw them in a corner. We faced each other. Me in my tighty whities; he in his ratty boxers, a good three inches of his uncircumcised cock hanging out of the hole at the crotch of his boxers. I had never seen an uncut cock before. The skin hanging over the head looked so strange. Nervously, I took hold of the shaft. It felt soft and spongy, very different from how my own cock felt to me. I slid my hand down the shaft and the foreskin pulled back. I reached into his boxers and hauled out his balls. I don't remember much about them other that they were covered in hair. I played with his cock for a few more seconds before he pulled away and took off his boxers. When he was naked before me, I watched as his cock got hard. I had never seen such an amazing sight. It just grew and grew until it stood proud. Then it was my turn. Kneeling, Eddie helped me out of my briefs as I sat on the mattress in the middle of the floor. I was rock hard and wearing only my socks. He took my cock in his hand and started playing with it. I just lay back and let him do what he wanted. Even when he took my cock into his mouth I didn't say anything. I just moaned in pleasure. When I came, Eddie took it all and swallowed. The pleasure was so intense, I literally saw stars. I knew I had to return the pleasure Eddie had given me. We switched places and now it was me starring at Eddie’s hard cock and hairy balls. I took his hard cock in my hand and pumped it a few times before leaning forward and licking it a few times. I can't describe how it felt or how it tasted. "Strange" and "weird" don't really mean anything when describing cock. All I knew was that I wanted more. I took him in my mouth and started doing to him what he had done to me only a few seconds before. The more Eddie moaned and groaned, the more I tried to do -- I licked and tugged his balls, played with his hole, tweaked his nipples and nibbled his shaft all before taking him again and again. Sucking my friend’s cock had gotten me harder than I was before. Just as I was getting ready to play some more with Eddie’s balls, he came. A thick wad of warm, salty cum erupted against the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. When he was done, I joined him on the mattress and we fondled each other a little longer before reluctantly getting dressed. Eddie left me his ratty boxers and I kept them for years.

The Midnight Swimmer

2007-07-19T18:23:00.000-07:00

It was two in the morning and it was too hot to sleep. The sheets were a tangled mess around Martin's ankles. Sweat trickled down his sides to the already wet bed sheets. He scratched his hairy chest, tugged absently at his flaccid dick and hefty balls, pulling a little on his loose foreskin and the metal cockring that felt too heavy in the heat; but it was too hot and his cock remained unresponsive. The air conditioner he had ordered would not be delivered for three more days. The small fan did nothing more than circulate the hot air around. Not even the open patio door leading to the bedroom's balcony offered the slightest breeze. Martin kicked off the sheets, swung his legs over the side and sat up, catching the hot, fan-blown air directly on the hair of his sweat-matted chest. He wiped the sweat off his face, caught a whiff of his underarm and decided to take another shower. Getting up, Martin headed for the bathroom but his eye caught the cover of [i]Sports Illustrated[/i]. It was of a hunky bikini-clad swimmer doing laps. "Not a bad idea," Martin thought to himself. He went back into his room, got his keys, put on his black Speedos with the red chevron on the crotch and grabbed his robe. Moments later he was up on the roof by the pool. As the roof door closed softly behind him, Martin heard the rhythmic slapping of a swimmer cleaving through the water. Someone else had gotten the same idea. Except for the four security lights in each corner of the courtyard, the pool area was dark, shielded by the potted trees and the umbrella-topped tables. Still in the shadows, Martin watched the figure in the pool for a few moments. He could not be certain, but he thought the swimmer, clearly a man, was naked. "This has possibilities," he thought. He felt his cock stir. Unobserved, and careful his keys made no sound, Martin slipped off his robe and draped it over a deck chair. Finally the swimmer, a blond, stopped and hugged the wall not ten feet from where Martin stood. Unsure if the swimmer was preparing to pull himself out of the water, Martin moved out of the shadows. The swimmer, taken by surprise, fell back in the water. "I didn't mean to startle you," Martin said softly, knowing how sounds carried in the dark. He went to the edge of the pool, knelt down and extended his hand. "I'm Martin." "Hi," the swimmer said, recovering his composure. His grip was strong and sure. Martin noticed his strong shoulders, chest and smile. "I'm Todd. Just moved in this morning. Apartment 5-F. The night was so danged hot, I didn't think anyone would mind." There was a slight twang to his voice, not Southern, more Mid-western. Martin sat on the ledge, letting his legs dangle in the cool water. "Pleased to meet you. Welcome to the building. I'm sure you're going to like it here. I've only been here a few months myself." He flashed a smile. "Why don't you come in?" Todd asked. "That is why you came up here, isn't it?" Martin smiled. "Yeah," he agreed, "it sure is." He pushed himself off the ledge and slid into the refreshing water. From under the water Martin saw that Todd was indeed naked. "You should be careful," Martin said when he came back to the surface. "I know you were alone, and it's the middle of the night, but I don't think everyone in this building would take kindly to a naked man in the pool." "What about you?" Todd asked, a little leery. In response to Todd's question, Martin slipped back under the water. When he resurfaced, he tossed his Speedos over by his robe. "Satisfied?" he asked with a smile. "I only wear them when I'm around people who need them." Todd smiled. "Man, I like your attitude." He turned and started doing laps again. Not one to be left out, Martin soon caught up to his neighbor. After swimming together for a while, both men stopped, treading water near the deep end wall. "This kind of reminds me of when me and my buddies would go skinny-dippin' in the lake on my daddy's ranch. Some of my best times were at the ol' swimmin' hole." His voice trailed off for a moment as he recalled the memory. "I think I've had enough," he said after a moment. He hoisted himself out of the pool, allowing the water to flow off his back and down his legs. The harsh white light of the security lamps made the usually bikini-hidden portion of his round ass cheeks glow an unearthly white. As Todd walked around the pool to where he had left his towel, Martin swam, following. He tried to catch a glimpse of Todd's cock, but the harsh shadows and Todd's movements kept it hidden. Draping the towel carelessly in front of him, covering his nakedness, Todd faced Martin. "You want to come down to my place for a while? I have a pitcher of iced tea in the 'fridge or I can put on a pot of coffee." "The iced tea sounds good," Martin agreed, thinking he'd need something to cool himself down with. He swam over to the wadding area, walked up the steps and out of the pool. Heedless of his nakedness, Martin waked around the pool to where he had tossed his Speedos, picked them up and wrung them out. Then he picked up his robe, not bothering to put it on. With his wet swim briefs and robe in hand, Martin casually walked over to the door where Todd was waiting. As he approached Todd, his dick, shriveled from his swim, swayed back and forth. Martin knew what he was doing. He was giving Todd an eyeful and hoped it would have the desired effect but his nonchalant attitude said he was not doing it on purpose. Todd had watched everything Martin had done as he tied the towel around his waist. Now he was glad he had, his cock was getting hard. He hoped that Martin would not notice the growing tent in the front of his towel. It was too late, Martin glanced down at Todd's crotch and smiled. "Something the matter?" he asked, flashing a toothy grin. "Uh, no," Todd said hesitantly. "No." "Then how about that iced tea?" The two padded down the hall past the pool supply closet to the elevators. They waited in silence for the doors to open, then entered. Todd pressed the five. With a slight jolt and a hum the elevator began its slow decent. In the cool dimness of the elevator's interior, Todd eyed Martin and wondered if he was gay or just unconcerned about being naked around a guy he didn't really know. The thought made his already hard cock twitch. [i]"I've got to find out."[/i] he thought to himself. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding. Martin followed Todd down the corridor, intent on watching the towel move against Todd's ass. The apartment Todd led him to was in a state of disarray. "Excuse the mess," Todd apologized, "I still haven't completely unpacked. Make yourself comfortable. I'll only be a few minutes." He headed for the kitchen. Martin put his robe and swim briefs on the coat-tree by the door and looked around. The standard apartment white paint had been replaced with earth-tones. There was a Remington statuette near the stereo and the book Rodeo Pantheon, a collection of Delmas Howe's paintings, on the coffee table. Several prints were propped against the wall. Most of them were of the South-west by artists he did not know although Martin did recognized a couple Howe originals. "I take it you're from the Mid-west," Martin called out. "Yeah," Todd replied as he came back into the living room with a tall pitcher of iced tea and two glasses. He had exchanged the wet towel for a white terrycloth robe. He noticed that Martin was still naked. His cock throbbed slightly. As he walked, the belt sash loosened, revealing his stiff eight-inch cock waving back and forth. It was surrounded by a thick patch of golden hair that ran up to his navel and down around his tight ballsack. Martin was impressed. He accepted the iced tea, sat down on the couch and took sip. "You have some nice things here." "Thanks. I'm sure you're place is great too." Martin drained the glass of iced tea and placed the empty glass on the floor by his foot. "Where are you from?" he asked as he draped his arm over the top of the couch and opened his legs a little wider. "Kansas. A ranch outside Dodge City." Todd took a sip from his glass, not taking his eyes off Martin's cock. A trickle of sweat ran down his neck and chest. He shifted nervously in his corner of the couch. He cleared his throat and took another swig of the iced tea. "Can I ask you a question?" "Yes, I'm gay." Martin answered, anticipating the question. He neither apologized nor was defiant in his statement. "I know you've been checking me out. I've been checking you out too." "Oh," Todd said quickly. "You want to go to the bedroom?" "Why? Anything we can do in the bedroom, we can do here. I am naked you know, in case you hadn't realized. Come here." He opened his legs as wide as he could. "I want you to suck me off." Without another word, Todd got off the couch, slipped off his robe and knelt in front of Martin's cock. It was still soft. He took it in his mouth, nibbled on the foreskin. He gummed the soft cock until it began to swell. It tasted of chlorine and musk. A deep-throated purr escaped from Martin's lips. "Yeah," he growled. "Just like that." He bucked his hip to give Todd access to his ass. "Suck it good." Todd sucked greedily on Martin's growing cock, burying his nose deep in the patch of wiry hair each time he came to the root of the cock. He fingered Martin's ass and played his tongue over his piss-slit, sometimes nibbling on the foreskin. Martin began bucking his hips more and more often, shoving his thick cock down Todd's willing throat. He pushed Todd's face off his cock suddenly, grabbed his saliva-slick dick and began pumping his meat savagely. With the foreskin pulled back, the knob of his cock flared. Todd knew what was coming. He opened his mouth and waited. Martin squeezed his cock and pumped more furiously. "I'm gonna cum," he whispered hoarsely. Seconds later thick ropes of cream colored cum shot out of his dick, slamming into Todd's waiting face. Sticky ropes of cum hung from Todd's cheeks and nose. When Martin finished shooting, he rubbed his stiff cock over Todd's face, spreading the cum around. Then Todd took the still-hard cock back in his mouth swallowing it to the root. He licked the cock clean and sucked the last few remaining drops of cum out of the piss-slit. "Not bad," Martin whispered breathlessly. He pulled Todd up onto the couch and made him lay on his back. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you." Without much ceremony, Martin lifted Todd's legs up into the air and draped them over his broad shoulders. Todd's rosy hole puckered slightly in anticipation. He spread Todd's ass cheeks wide and fingered the bunghole first with one thumb and then the other. Then he put his face in Todd's crack, plunging his tongue into the chlorine-tinted hole. The coarse hair of Todd's ass tickled Martin's nose. After a moment, Martin got up, grabbed Todd's ass and opened it as wide as to would go. He spat onto the puckering hole, placed the tip of his cock against it and pushed. Todd's ass resisted momentarily, then gave way, allowing Martin's thick cock entry. Martin took his time, inching his cock deeper and deeper into the warmth of Todd's ass with each thrust. When he was half-way down the length of his cock, Martin with-drew all but the knob of his dick and paused. Without warning, Martin plunged the entire length of his cock deep into Todd. Again he paused, allowing Todd to adjust to Martin's cock inside him. Then he took his cock out again to the knob and thrust it in all the way. He continued these deep-thrusted fucks, going faster and faster. Todd moaned in pleasure; bucking his hips and slamming his ass down onto the root of Martin's cock to the rhythm Martin had set. His own cock was harder than it had been in months. The glands were flared and the tip nearly purple. Beads of pre-cum glistened on the tip of Todd's cock. His breathing became deeper, more labored. Martin grabbed the root of his own cock and squeezed as hard as he could, hoping to put off shooting his load as long as he could, but it was too late. He shoved his cock deep into Todd one final time and stiffened. Deep in his bowels, Todd felt Martin's cock quiver and throb. Load after load of hot cum shot into him. Todd grabbed his cock and began pumping. He did not have to pump long. Thick ropes of his own cum shot out onto his chest as Martin still shot inside him. Finally Martin collapsed on top of Todd. Their breathing was deep, their sweat and cum mingling between them. Soft and slimy, Martin's cock slipped out of Todd's ass. The apartment was silent except for their breathing. After a moment, Martin lifted his head off Todd's chest and smiled. "I'd like to see that bedroom of yours." he whispered, his eyes shinning. Todd's cock quivered slightly. "Sure," he said, "but how about a shower first?" Martin grinned toothily. "Do I get to wash this?" He gently squeezed Todd's cock. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

4 Guys Go Camping

2007-07-19T18:22:00.000-07:00

The change in my relationship with Allen began innocently enough. One night, after a party where we'd both had one too many shots of Tequila, we found ourselves alone in my room. Stop me if you've heard this one before. Allen pulled out a joint and asked me if I wanted to get high, and of course I did. Weed was, after all, one of the things that had brought us together, that and any other drug we could get our hands on. I'd known Allen for about a year, and I'd been high the entire time, pretty much. So he sparked it up and I watched the flame illuminate his face, noticing his attractiveness in a drunken, vacant way. He held the fat white joint out to me, giving me a crooked grin. "I'm horny," I said, taking the joint between my lips. "Let's put on a porno and jack off," he said, and that was pretty much that. I mean, I don't know how two friends who are presumably straight go from just being buddies, hanging out and watching the football game, whatever; to greedily stuffing each other's pricks in their mouth. But this is what happened. It helped that neither of us seemed to give a shit if anybody knew or cared. Who cared? I was still dating girls, and so was he. But at least twice a month, there we would find ourselves. We really got off sixty-nineing, grabbing each other's sweaty ass as we stuffed cock down our throats. We would come at the exact same time in each other's mouths, we would swallow and it would make it that much hotter. We kissed once. Then for some reason I began to take an active interest in Allen's ass. Seemingly all at once, it became a thing of beauty. His ass was, like Allen himself, a solid and substantial thing. Two tight, fleshy, muscular globes, rising from his back, perky and thick. The feel of his soft white skin, laced with course dark hairs-it was making my mouth water. One night, and we were really drunk this night, I asked if I could rim him. Lick his ass, I explained. He got really turned on by the idea. So we threw on some towels and crept into his dormitory bathroom at four AM. The halls were dark and empty. We went into the shower and started soaping up. We were both turned on as hell, my fat cock was bobbing in front of me. Allen's prick was rigid and pulsating. I started soaping up my ass and he did the same. I watched him. I knelt down in front of him and he bent over. I rubbed the soap into his ass, then rinsed him off. I rubbed his pink anus with my fingers, watched it tense up and relax. Allen was gasping for air. Then I dove my face into his butt. His hairy, fat butt-I could feel his ass cheeks against my cheeks. I tongued his slick and spongy butt hole. Allen lost control-actually shot his load when my hand brushed against his boner. I stood up, took my prick into my hand, and shot a load all over his ass. So, this story is entitled "4 Guys Go Camping," and that really is what it's about, even though I haven't even mentioned it yet. But they say if you begin and it is not the beginning, begin again. So here I go. Allen had planned the trip, and I was driving. Invited along were my friend Doug, who I'd met in my Philosophy class and seemed like a nice enough guy, if a bit burnt out. His parents were apparently pretty wealthy, and he was failing out of school but it didn't really matter. I'd invited him because he was sort of a hippy type, and he had things like a Hibachi grill and other camping supplies. He liked to get high, but he never bought any weed. Which was fine, because Perry, the dude that Allen brought along, was my (and Allen's) weed dealer. I really, really liked Perry-from the moment Allen had introduced me to him. He was 27, several years older than we, and he worked at a bowling alley. He had a wry sense of humor, a wise and worldly air about him. One of the most laid-back dudes I had ever met. Allen and I had had some of our best times with Perry. He was always a hit at parties, always got the really hot girl by the end of the night, which usually meant we got her friends. Perry was also kind of burnt out, but he had this way of totally stopping a conversation with some perfectly observed, almost frighteningly accurate remark. He had such a way about him. Once, I watched a complete stranger turn on him in fierce anger, trying to gouge out his eye with a corkscrew. An hour later, she was crying on his shoulder. So there we were, four young guys in the prime of their life, getting away from it all. Spring weather had kicked in solidly, and the world was once again colored a deep, ripe green. The sun beamed down on my station wagon as we pulled off the highway onto the winding back roads, toward our camp site. I was driving my big brown station wagon, and Allen was lighting up a joint in the passenger seat. Perry gazed out the window at the sun-dappled forest. "I could live out in the forest, but then I wouldn't have any way to make money," Perry said. "I could cut down the trees and sell the timber, but then there wouldn't be any forest." Doug had been inhaling, and the smoke came bursting out of him, with what became a rolling thunder of laughter and coughing. "Smoke this then," he said, passing Perry the joint. We threw everything on our backs and hiked two miles up into our camping spot. It was lush, beautiful, perfectly secluded. The sun was starting to go down, so we set out to explore our campsite and to gather some wood for a fire. Soon enough the fire was roaring, the weenies were roasting, the liquor was flowing, and we were well on our way to getting royally fucked up. I won't waste much more of your time. We got to talking about sex. Doug admitted that he jerked off at least three times a day. I said he needed a girlfriend. Then Perry started grilling me with questions about what I'd done with Jill, a friend of his I'd hooked up with a few weeks ago. "Did she suck your penis," he asked, and I said "Sure, she did. Really good head." Perry smiled, "Yer fucking right she gives good head." I hadn't known they'd fucked around before, but it didn't surprise me. We reminisced. "Jill was the first girl to toss my salad," Perry said. Doug sat up and said, "What?" "She tossed my salad, ate out my ass, you know. What a hot little slut she was, just driving her tongue right into my butthole. I'd always wanted to get rimmed, but had never found a girl to do it. Come to think of it, after Jill, I never had a girl who did. Did she lick your ass, mate?" Perry asked me. "Nope, I've never had my ass eaten out." "Oh, dude, yer missing out, it's such a fucking thrill." Doug was wide-eyed, staring into the fire. Perry turned to Allen, who was poking a stick into the flames. "What about you, dude, ever had your butt eaten out?" Allen smiled, still staring into the flames. "You bet," Allen said, then he turned to me and smiled. I could have died. Perry's mouth was hanging open. "What's going on here?" he said. He looked at Allen, then at me, then back at Allen. A look of surprise acknowledgement crossed over his face. "You dudes are fuckin' around with each other, ain't ya?" Perry said, standing up. Allen kept smiling. Perry looked at him and broke out into a laugh. "What's up, dude, you eatin' your buddy's ass out?" he said to me. I was mortified. I looked at Doug, who was staring at me in half-horror. "We were really drunk," is what I said. Perry clapped his hands together and hooted. "Aw, man, I got an ass right here you can eat out all you want! Fuckin' A! Let's do it!" Allen spoke up. "I'll eat your ass out if he won't," he said to Perry. Doug stood up. "What the fuck is going on here? You guys are really going to lick each other's asses? That's fucking nasty!" "Hey, to each his own," Perry said, "all I know is, I'm gonna lay back and let one of you feast on my butt while I shoot a load. Doug, why don't you let one of these boys have a go at you?" I watched Doug's face in the flames. He seemed so naïve and clueless. He was drunk. I gave it a shot. "I'll eat out your ass, Doug." Perry was ecstatic-"There we go then! Doug and I will get comfortable, Allen will eat me out and Nick will eat you out, Doug. C'mon, what do you say? Nobody's gonna fuckin' know, we're up here in the middle of nowhere. Who gives a fuck? I'm fucking horny," he said, and grabbed his jean-covered crotch to add emphasis. Doug still looked at me, uncertain. Perry pulled on his arm and directed him to the tent. "We'll be ready in just a few, boys. Work up your appetites." I stood up and walked over to Allen. His dick was fully hard, tenting out his shorts. I was completely turned on, I reached into his shorts and started stroking his dick. We started making out, grinding our crotches together. The alcohol made my brain swim. "Alright, boys, we're all ready," I heard Perry say from the tent. Allen and I parted and I followed him through the tent. I'll never forget the sight that presented itself when Allen pulled back the tent flap. There was Perry, his arm around Doug's back, both of them lying flat on their stomachs. Their bare asses were propped up by rolled up blankets underneath their crotches. Perry's butt was lean and muscular, his butt hole exposed, nearly hairless. Doug's ass was covered in downy blond hair, his dank hole still hidden. Perry twitched around and spread his hairy legs apart. "All ready for you, boys, why don't you just dive in?" Allen kneeled between Perry's thighs and did just that. Perry's reaction was immediate-he bucked against Allen's face. He groaned, as he pressed his contorted face into the floor of the tent. Doug gazed over at him in wonder. It was my turn. I took hold of Doug's ass cheeks and parted them. His anus was thick and pink, it looked clean and inviting. I reached down underneath Doug and felt his erection. It was stubby and hard and wet as a river rock. I stroked him a little, he closed his eyes and raised up a little to give me better access. I let go of his cock, parted his ass again, and dove in with my tongue. His ass tasted musky and sweet. Doug liked it, he really liked it. He started bucking into my face as Perry was into Allen's face. But Perry was the one who was really going nuts, shoving his butt into Allen's face as Allen ate him out for all he was worth. I kept at it with Doug, shoving my tongue further and further into his butt hole, sloppily eating him out. I reached over and started jacking him off in earnest. It didn't take long. "Ohhh," he let out a weak groan, and his butthole contracted. His dick let out a couple squirts of jizz in my hand, and I felt his legs go weak. One down, one to go. It didn't take much more for Perry to go. As Allen pressed his stubbly jaws into Perry's tight buns, eating his butt like a Ponderosa smorgesbord, Perry let out a shudder and a shake, his seed spilling on the sleeping bags below him. For at least three minutes it lasted, Perry with his hand on Allen's head, pushing his face further into his ass, gasping for breath and his cum unloaded. It was pretty fucking hot. I could go on.

The Airbase

2007-07-19T18:15:00.000-07:00

It was Friday and the hot late afternoon sun beat down on the tarmac like a giant blowtorch blasting the heat onto my uniform and making me sweat uncomfortably. I'll sure be glad when that damn airplane gets down and I can get out of this heat and into the air conditioned comfort of the terminal, I thought as I saw it begin its final approach to the runway. The job of meeting this new guy was given me by the Commander because we were the same rank and about the same age. He's 24 and I'm `senior' by a year at 25. I'm the unit Communications Officer and he will be the new Chief of Security meaning he'll be responsible for the security of our aircraft. We'll be living in the BOQ with separate bedrooms but sharing a connecting bathroom. It'll be nice having someone my age living next door, I thought. The previous guy was an unaccompanied (married guy who's family remained back in the states) Captain twenty years older than me. He finally got his wish and was transferred out of this hot-as-hell base about three weeks ago. He was the Chief of Security but had some problems with his men and had his tour of duty here shortened by order of the Colonel, our Commander. Since he was still a Captain at 45 he must have had problems at his prior assignments as well. I don't think he will remain in the service for much longer with his poor record. There were whispered rumors that he tried to force one of his young airmen to have sex with him and was caught by a non-com. But it was hushed up and he left in a hurry. The scream of the jets diminished when the large C-141 stopped in front of the terminal and the airplane's door opened. The mobile stairway nestled gently onto the side of the big jet and people commenced their exit. Several enlisted men were still wearing their winter blues. They'd left the cool early morning temperatures of Massachusetts just this morning and now found themselves here in 90 degree heat and humidity. Bet they make a beeline for the barracks to change into summer gear. A few officers of various rank deplaned and then I saw him: young, handsome, tall and blond. My cock twitched in my sweat soaked briefs as I envisioned Michelangelo's David in the flesh. He looked around and when he spotted me he waved while a big grin creased his boyish countenance. Guess he figured out that I was his welcoming committee of one since everyone else had hurried into the cool confines of the terminal. He came bounding down the steps with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder and carrying a smaller suitcase in his other hand. At the bottom of the stairs he dropped both bags, sprang to attention and saluted me! I was dumbfounded that another officer of equal rank would do such a thing and almost forgot to return the salute. Recovering my composure I also snapped to attention returning his salute smartly. Then I dropped my arm and reached toward him, taking his lowering hand in mine with a firm handshake. I welcomed him to Ramey Air Force Base and told him my name. He replied with a big grin saying that his name was Kevin O'Riley and that he was glad to meet me. As we sized each other up, still holding the handshake, I saw a young man six feet or more with brilliant blue eyes and sandy hair. He was the handsomest man I'd ever seen and my grip on his hand tightened as I fantasized drawing him against my hot body. Coming to my senses, I quickly dropped his hand noticing the questioning look in his eyes. I mumbled my apologies saying something inane like 'It must be the heat.' We grabbed his bags and walked rapidly into the cool confines of the passenger terminal. I asked him if he'd like something cool to drink before we ventured back out into the heat. He agreed and I bought us each a Coke at the snack counter. While drinking our sodas I told him about our organization and Colonel Williams, our boss. I said that the Colonel was a short squatty man and we called him 'Tubby' but not to his face or when he was in hearing range! Kevin laughed and said that he understood and would try to watch what he says around the Boss. Finishing our Cokes we went out to the parking lot where my car was parked. It was very hot and it took several minutes before the car would cool down. By then we both were soaked to the skin. I told Kevin that the BOQ is fully air conditioned and that it wouldn't be long before we were inside where we could cool off. I also gave him more information about our unit and what my job was and what he would be doing. He remarked that he hoped that his office would be air conditioned and I assured him that it was. I also mentioned what happened to his predecessor and Kevin seemed very interested in knowing why he was sent back early. I gave him what scuttlebutt I had heard but made sure that Kevin understood that what I was telling him was purely hearsay. Kevin pressed me for more information about the Captain and what was it he exactly did that caused the problems. When I said that he was supposedly caught in a compromising position with one of his enlisted men, Kevin's eyes grew large and he exhaled loudly with a "Wow!" Nothing more was said about the Captain but I sensed that Kevin had become a bit aroused by what I had told him. He squirmed in his seat and tugged at his crotch more than once. I wondered about this new officer and thought that things could get very interesting, what with us sharing a bathroom. But I was not yet prepared to make any moves on him; I'd wait for further clues to see how things progressed. For the next several months, Kevin was totally engrossed in taking over the Security Officer's job. Of course we would see each other every morning in the shared bathroom. I was usually in the shower when he would come in to relieve himself but I never could catch a peek at what he was sporting between his legs. He would always wait until I finished shaving and brushing my teeth before he would come back into the bathroom to do the same. We did get together after work at the Officer's Club with others to socialize and exchange men talk about girls, sports and our favorite topic, the heat! I noticed that Kevin never said much about women and he apparently did not have a girlfriend waiting for him back in New Jersey where he grew up. He did date a few schoolteachers at the base and we doubledated several times, going into San Juan for dinner and sightseeing. We also spent a lot of time at the beach sunbathing and enjoying the warm waters of the Atlantic. Kevin looked very nice in his baggy bathing suit and it was obvious that he had spent time keeping his good looking body in shape. I had been working out in our unit gym and he and I started going there together. But it wasn't until after he'd been here six months that Kevin would invite me into his room at night before bedtime to have a beer and just generally shoot-the-shit. I would normally just wear my briefs and he would be in his boxers. One Friday night after having several drinks at the 'O' Club we came back to the 'Q around midnight. I was in my room and had just stripped naked preparing to take a shower when Kevin called me into his room. Both of our doors leading to the bathroom were open (which was normally the case) so I wrapped my towel around me and sauntered into his room to see what he wanted. Kevin had a pair of boxers on and I noticed right away that the fly was hanging open and that they were ripped in several places, showing almost all of his dick and balls. His cock was soft but extended down the left leg of the shorts. I also noticed that he had a nice plump sack and it seemed to be covered in a light down. At first glance I was shocked and just stood there with my mouth open. Then I tried to avert my eyes but the sight was so hot that I kept reverting back to gaze at him. When I realized that he was saying something about me staring at his body, I blushed and tried to make light of it by saying something about why couldn't he afford to buy new underwear. Kevin laughed and said that he only wore these in bed and that they gave him a feeling of freedom. He then went to his small refrigerator (we all had one in our rooms, thanks to the Air Force) and pulled out two beers, handing me one. He motioned me to sit in the only easy chair which was centered under a wall rack that held books and photographs. He sat on the edge of his bed with his legs spread apart. The fly and tears in his boxers spread open, revealing more of his genitals to me. By this time I was sporting an erection and crossed my legs to try and hide it. We talked about inconsequential things, my mind never on what was being said. I continued to glance at his crotch when I thought that he wasn't looking my way. It appeared that his cock had swelled a bit which, of course, just made me harder. I heard him say something about his sister in New Jersey and would I like to see her picture. Looking up at him I mumbled 'yeah, sure' and took another swig from my beer. Kevin got up and came over to me, my eyes riveted on his swelling cock, wondering what he was going to do. He said that his sister's picture was on the shelf above me and he came right up to my knees and leaned over me to reach up to the shelf. I uncrossed my legs to give him more room. He moved in closer and his legs were touching my bared balls where the towel had opened. I was so hard that I almost came right then. His cock was fully erect now and poking out of the hole in his boxers. It was just inches from my face. I panicked and turned my head to the side, preparing to jump out of the chair when he seemed to lose his balance and fell into me. His hard cock stabbed me in my left cheek as he continued to press down into me. I heard him mumble something but I was so panicky that I froze. Then he said it again: "Do it!" I don't know what came over me but at once I knew what he (and I!) wanted. I slowly moved my head so that his cock pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and it slipped inside. He moaned. "Oh yessss" he hissed. "Suck it, Art. Suck it hard!" Lust took over and my tongue swiped across his cockhead while I tried to suck the cum out of his balls. Now, this was not the first time I've sucked a man's cock and his wasn't the biggest but this was by far the most delicious, most savory cock that I've ever had in my mouth. I was overcome with desire and my hands ripped the remains of his boxers from his hips, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him harder against my face. I don't know how long it took him to come; it seemed like I was only sucking on his tool for a few seconds when he swelled in my mouth and his cum shot full force. I gulped and swallowed, trying to keep it all in my mouth. Kevin continued his moaning and humping against my face as his cock poured forth its juice. Subsiding, he slumped down and I held him from falling to the floor while he recovered from his orgasm. His cock was now soft and I gave it one last lick to clean up the residue. I pushed him up and away from me but I sat there very still, wondering what had just happened. I was afraid to look up into his eyes. I realized that what I had just done would get me booted out of the Air Force with a dishonorable discharge and sent home in disgrace. I saw his feet move as he turned away from me and went to his chest of drawers across the room. I looked up to see his beautiful bare bubble butt while he searched the drawer for a new pair of boxers. Pulling them up over that gorgeous ass, he threw the old shredded boxers into his wastebasket saying, "Guess I can't wear these anymore." Then he turned, winked at me and asked, "Want another beer?" Kevin and I never did anything else like that again but we continued to be good friends until my tour was up and I left for another assignment. Nothing was ever said about what happened that night in his room and I've never heard from him again. Kevin, if you're reading this, I want to thank you for our friendship and for letting me give you that fantastic blowjob. Can't tell you how much it meant to me! I hope that you are well and happy, wherever you are.

First Encounter

2007-07-18T17:32:00.000-07:00

As the sound of the basketball pounding into the driveway filled my ears, I concentrated fully on Scott's fluid movements. I was leading 18-16 in a game of 21, and didn't want to lose this one to Scott. He'd already beaten me twice today, and I wasn't about to suffer humiliation again from a kid three years younger and six inches shorter than I. As he darted to my right, I instinctively thought he'd fake me out and go to my left and began to swivel to meet a left move. He continued to my right and blew past me as I whirled to correct my error. "Got you that time, you old fart," he crowed as he sank a five-foot jumper. The score was now eighteen-all. Muttering curses under my breath, I rebounded the ball back to him at the line. He insolently said, "For a 16-year-old, you sure move slow! Well, give up yet, old timer?" "Not yet, kid. Bring it on." Instead of trying to fake me out or drive past me, he stepped back and let fly a three-pointer. Nothing but net and I threw up my hands in disgust. Scott danced wildly all over the driveway, rubbing it in for the third time that hot summer day. I gave him a look of disgust and headed for a secluded shady grassy area near the garage where my water was waiting. Dropping my skinny 5' 6" frame to the ground, I peeled off my sweat-soaked tank top before I grabbed my water bottle from the cooler. I took a deep swig of the cold water, then poured the rest of it over me, making me gasp and shiver. Scott just stood there and stared at my chest, making me feel a little uncomfortable. Then the cordless phone rang. Scott jogged over and grabbed it from near the side door where it had been laying. "Hello, Bumars residence," he announced. "Oh, it's you, mom." I laughed, and he gave me a dirty look as he held the phone away from his ear, his mom obviously telling him off for his lack of manners. "Yeah, ok. Yeah, he's here for a bit more yet, so I'll be fine. Ok, will do. See ya. Love you too." He turned off the phone, setting it down, giving me an evil grin and trotted back. "Mom called to say Dad and her will be a bit longer and wanted to know if you'll be around for a bit yet." I considered the question and retorted, "As if I had a choice after what you told your mom!" Without any warning he jumped on me. I quickly pinned him down after a short but fierce wrestling match. There's something to be said for height and weight sometimes. I looked down as I felt something poke my leg, and saw a nice little tent. I looked at him; he smiled and had the temerity to say, "What, never seen one before?" Annoyed, I didn't answer and let him up, moving over next to him, sitting with my back resting against the garage wall. I looked at him and saw his smile fade, and he looked a little embarrassed. "It's ok," I offered. "That happens to me all the time too when I wrestle. That's one reason why we wear protective cups." He scooted a little closer, making me feel a little uncomfortable. "Josh, what's it like to be gay?" He asked with a serious expression. "Well, what's it like to have brown eyes?" "They are just brown, I didn't choose them," he replied. "Well, that's what it's like to be gay," I said as I shifted a little bit away from his closeness. He still had the tent in his shorts, I noticed. "I asked my dad again last week how someone knew if they were gay or not, he wouldn't give me an answer," he softly said. "Scott, that's something every person has to figure out for themselves. I was 12 when I figured out I liked boys better than girls," I replied in the same tone. Noticing his quizzical expression, I began explaining how I had figured out boys excited me rather than girls, how I had come out to my parents about my homosexuality. It was the first time he or I had mentioned anything about my gayness. I knew he had questions since he learned last year that I was gay during the "birds and bees" talk his dad gave him. He seemed lost in thought, so I stopped. Leaning my head back for a moment to rest, I missed his expression of comprehension and didn't notice him climb to his knees. He spoke my name so softly I automatically turned my head to look at him to catch what he was saying, and he kissed me full on the lips. In shock, I didn't even fight him. After about 10 seconds, I shoved him away and asked angrily, "What the hell did you do that for?" "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see what it felt like," he answered with his head hung down. I noticed a tear falling from his cheek, and I touched his chin and raised it up. "You're gay, aren't you?" I gently asked. He just nodded with a scared expression on his face. I gathered him into my arms and hugged him tight. "Scott, it's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of," I continued in the same gentle tone as before. "It's certainly nothing to be afraid of." I let go of him and he looked with me with such an intense expression of love that I just sat there stunned. How could a thirteen-year-old feel such emotions? It suddenly dawned on me why he'd been hanging around so much over the last two years: he had seen me as more than just his a friend. I decided to confirm my suspicions and asked, "Scott, you really like me, more than just as a friend, right?" He went so white I thought he'd faint or something. He swallowed hard and just nodded. Suspicions confirmed. Great. Now what? "Scott, you need to find someone near your age to find out what love is. I'm a little too old for you." Such an angry expression crossed his face that I literally recoiled. He threw himself on top of me, hitting me with his fists. I tried to stop him as he kept swinging at me, but the force and wildness of his swings made it difficult. I finally grabbed his forearms and told him, "Whoa there, guy. I'm not telling you to get lost. I'm telling you I'm not in your age group, okay?" "But... I don't know anyone else who is gay!" He said that with such an expression of despair that my heart about busted in half. With more assurance than I felt I told him, "You will find someone close to your age. Just wait." When that expression of anger started crossing his face again, I hugged him tight and felt him relax. Rolling him off me, I sat up and watched him get to his feet and mutter, "I'm hungry. You want to eat something?" "Sure!" You know us teens - bottomless pits. We went into his air-conditioned house and closed the door, enjoying the cool air. It made me shiver as my sweat cooled me off quickly. Mrs. Bumars didn't like her carpets dirtied up, so we had to take off our shoes. He quickly shed his but I took more time, having problems untying one. When I stood up, Scott pushed me against the door and planted such a fierce lip-lock on me that I couldn't breathe. Disengaging him from me I demanded, "Scott! What in the world are you doing? Don't you remember what I said outside?" He blushed slightly and then pulled my shorts down to my knees. He stood there staring at my dick. I felt myself getting hard and tried to recover my shorts, but he grabbed my dick and started stroking it gently. I shoved him away from me, pulled my shorts up and said in an embarrassed growl, "Just what do you think you are doing? Kissing me twice, attacking me like I'm some kind of toy to play with?" I stopped my tirade when I saw tears begin to flow freely down his cheeks. "I just wanted to see what you looked like," he softly murmured. I watched the tears fall for a moment as I contemplated my options. Compassion won out so I hugged him, wondering what I would do with this little guy. I felt something moving between us, and I looked down to see him stroking me through my tented shorts. Sighing, I looked at him, and I asked, "Ok, what do you want me to do?" "I want to see what you look like hard. I've been dreaming about it for over a year," he shyly answered. My gasp of surprise must have been audible, and he continued, "Please?" The way he begged me so gently with tears in his eyes, I couldn't refuse. I nodded and pulled the front of my shorts down. He took my 5 1/2 incher in his hand and started stroking it slowly. After a few moments, I suggested to Scott, "shouldn't we go someplace a little more private if you are going to be doing that?" He blushed such a deep shade of red through his freckled tan I thought he'd start a fire. Giving me a shy smile, he grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. Once there we both stripped off everything, and I let him touch me, examining me like he was some kind of doctor. Once he was satisfied with his exploration, he asked, "Will you please touch me?" Oh, bloody hell. Exploring was one thing; sex was another. Looking into his eyes, I came to a decision. I asked seriously, "Are you sure this is what you want?" He nodded yes then put his head down like he was ashamed. Grasping his head in my hands and gently lifting it up towards me, I told him, "Never be ashamed to ask someone else to touch you if they consent and you want it. Never EVER force yourself on someone like you did on me in the kitchen, ever again. It's wrong. Ask first, it's safer, okay?" He looked at me and nodded his agreement, and for the first time, I noticed how brown his eyes were, how perfect they looked and how they matched with his brown-reddish hair. Swallowing nervously, I bent down slightly and kissed him. He shivered for a minute, keeping his eyes closed. "I've been waiting a long time for you to do that to me," he softly said. I just reached down and touched his extremely erect member, stroking it softly. He was about 3 inches, I'd judged. Not bad for a 5-foot 13-year-old who just started puberty. Continuing to stroke him as an expression of pure pleasure formed on his face, I decided if I had gone this far with him, I might as well go further. I dropped to my knees, and began to slowly swirl my tongue softly over his head, gently teasing him, bringing a moan of pleasure and then a fascinated look down at me. "What are you doing, oral sex?" He asked. I grinned and said, "Relax and enjoy it. I'll teach you about it." I resumed slowly running my tongue around his little head, feeling it swell a bit, then moving down along his shaft, cupping his small silky balls in my hand and gently massaging them. He started trembling a bit, so I looked up. His head was thrown back, his mouth open, so I went back to work and moved one of my hands up to one of his nipples and started rubbing gently. He moaned involuntarily and I decided that was enough teasing him and started working on his soon-to-be manhood, stroking it with my mouth, holding my tongue against the bottom of his wonderful-tasting dick and massaging his shrinking balls. I sensed a faint taste of pre-cum. I knew he would be blowing within a few months and decided to bring him to orgasm. I switched to his other nipple and took his dick into my hand and jacked as fast as I could. He let out a loud gasp and shuddered, obviously in the throes of orgasm. I continued for a minute more, and when his body started relaxing, I slowed down, and looked up at him. He just stood there open mouthed, trying to get air back into his body. "Well, now you know what it's like a bit," I mischievously said. "I never felt it that good before when I was jacking off dreaming about you," he slowly stated, trying to recover from the mind-blowing feelings he just experienced. "I just thought it would feel the same way." I smiled at him and stood up, hugging him to me tightly. He started stroking me once again. What was it with this kid and my dick? I watched as he dropped to his knees. He was nervous as he slowly took my cock into his mouth. He tried to do the same thing I did to him, but it was pretty clear he would need some practice, so I just let him try to do whatever he wanted while I slowly built up to an explosion. "Scott, you might want to get some paper towels or rags, this is gonna be a little messy," I suggested. He took a look at me, not understanding at first, and then his eyes slowly got bigger with comprehension. He scooted his cute little ass out of the room and came back in a minute later with a whole wad of paper towels. I chuckled and laid down on his bed, spread out the paper towels a bit and told him to go ahead, do what he wanted to do, but when I told him to move, he was to step back. I didn't want his first experience with cum to be a shock. He nodded his understanding and started stroking me, gradually increasing the speed. That brought a moan out of me, and I heard him giggling. I started chuckling, and before long, we were both laughing in enjoyment. That killer smile of his filled my vision as he kissed me while continuing to whack me off. All of a sudden, it was "Move, Scott!" He jumped back as I started furiously beating and blew all over the towels. Man, I never had that much cum all over the place before. The waves of pleasure emanating from my dick were so intense, I thought I would pass out. When I was done, Scott looked at me in awe. I had never ever had pleasure that intense before. Never. "Want to try a taste of cum?" I said just before I put a finger-full into my mouth. He looked more than a little nervous, the poor kid. I motioned him closer, took some juice and then offered my finger to him. "You don't have to if you don't want," I said. "It doesn't taste bad and won't make you sick." He just gulped and went so white his freckles stood out. I honestly thought he'd refuse, which was fine with me. He timidly grabbed my finger and slowly licked a little bit off and swallowed. He got such a surprised look on his face I just laughed. He took some off the paper towel and licked it down and grinned, "Not bad. A little salty, but it tastes... I don't know. Good somehow. Is that normal for guys to uh.. taste, I mean." I began folding up the paper towels while smiling and answering, "yes, it is. Won't be long before you have your own to taste." I got up, and he took a closer look at my dick and announced, "it's still leaking." "Of course it is," I replied as I began getting dressed. "It'll do that for awhile, but it'll stop soon. That's normal." He walked over and gave me such a bone-popping hug I thought he'd so some damage to both of us. "Come on, let's get dressed and relax," I said as I left the room and him. He followed me in all of 20 seconds. Damn, he was fast. He went to the fridge, grabbed two cokes, and padded barefoot and shirtless into the living room, his shorts still tented. Looking at them I commented, "what, not enough for you yet?" He giggled and sat in my lap. We sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking our cokes and enjoying the nearness of our bodies. "How long have you been itching to get into my pants?" I asked him. "About a year and half," he admitted, "right after I started jacking off. It was always about you, I dunno why." That made me pause and think. "Why me?" "I liked the way you looked and the way you treated me. You never looked down on me and always treated me like I was your age." He shrugged and continued, "I dunno. I just like you." Well, that threw a whole new monkey wrench into things. What was it he was feeling? Was it love or lust, or just plain old-fashioned boyish curiosity? "Scott, I have a question for you." "What?" He eagerly inquired. "If I was to leave today, and move away, and you never saw me again, how would you feel?" I asked him, watching his face closely. I saw panic begin rising in his face and he started crying softly. Damn. He'd fallen for me. Hard. "You aren't, are you?" He sobbed. "No, I'm not. I'm trying to see what you are feeling, I'm sorry, babe. Forgive me," I answered. Then it hit me. I had called him Babe! What the hell? My expression must have mirrored his and he shot right out of my lap, staring at me in shock. "What did you call me?" In a quavering, breaking voice. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Scott. I didn't mean to..." I answered. I tried to keep the confusion out of my voice but failed, and it must have shown. "I... I... don't know what to say Josh," he stammered. "It's... the first time someone has called me that." I was totally confused by then. I needed to get out of there before I went nuts. "Scott, I need to go home and calm down. I'm confused. But I'll be back ok?" In a small voice, "Ok." I ran to the kitchen and started to put my shoes on. I heard Scott call my name, "Josh?" "Yeah?" "I love you." That tore my heart in half. I didn't even bother putting on my other shoe and ran out of the door, ignoring his crying. I found the door to my house and blindly groped my way into my bedroom where I collapsed onto my bed and broke down crying. What the hell had I done? What had I gotten him and myself into? What did I feel for him, and why?

Anyone Order Pizza?

2007-07-18T17:31:00.000-07:00

I am 35 and single. The dating scene has been a fucking nightmare. I tried the Internet but ended with stalkers or women with so much baggage they needed an extra car to carry it around. Deciding it was best to just get to know me. I went out earlier getting a few porno flicks planning on jacking myself off until I couldn't stand up. Holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and my cock in the other, I began watching the movies. One nasty little bitches after another getting fucked. I was really into beating my meat when the doorbell rang. Who the hell could be here at this time of night, I thought? Slipping on my shorts, I went to the door to see a pizza delivery guy standing there. "Hey man I got your pizza that will be $11.45." He said and stared at me. He could not help but notice my cock was hard because the big purple head was peaking out of the top of my shorts. "Hey if you don't have the money we can work out a deal. What you watching over there? This is my last delivery for the night." I was damned near drunk and not sure what to say to this guy. He was about twenty-five years old, six feet tall, and firm from head to toe for a guy I guess he was sexy. What the fuck maybe we could fist fuck to these movies together. "I am watching porn flicks and drinking man you want a drink?" "Sure pour me one dude." He went over to the couch and made himself comfortable turning up the sound on the fuck flick. "Hurry man you are missing some good shit," he yelled into the kitchen. I walked back and plopped down on the couch to notice he had taken off his shirt and was just sitting in his shorts. "Hey my name is Brain." Looking at him I said, "I am Frank nice to meet you." I reached my hand out to shake his when I did his hand brushed the head of my cock that as still throbbing. It was just a mistake I was sure of it. This guy did not look gay and I knew I wasn't so I let it pass. We drank a bit more going through two more porn flicks. Putting the last tape in I really wasn't sure what it was about. The movie had something to do with escaped convicts probably raping women it was called "Men in Chains." Brian was well lit and not used to drinking a lot. I was a bit far-gone myself. I had been hoping this guy would pass out so I could fist fuck and get this load of come that was building in my sack. We watched the movie through half lidded eyes. Realizing it was a gay flick. Brian said, "Hey man check out the big cock on that dude." I nodded he was right the guy had a rock hard huge cock. The man with him was deep throating him. It must have been good they were both moaning then he shot his load down the guy's throat. The man didn't spit it out he swallowed the whole thing. Damn a wish to find a woman to do that. All the women I had spit or did not finish the job. Feeling my cock getting harder. I started stroking again through my pants the purple head peeking out even more. Brain looked over seeing my cock head deciding to stroke his own. I watched him for a minute when he leaned back pulling it the full way out he had a good eight inches compared to my ten. He said out of the blue "Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have a dude suck your cock?" Now he was staring at my meat like it was a meal. I smiled and said "Hell after I just saw that guy take a load I would love to have my cock sucked that good." Brain bends over pulling my throbbing cock out and started licking me. Soon he was between my legs giving me the best blowjob I ever had "That's a good bitch, suck my cock. Damn you are one hell of a cock sucking bastard." "Your cock taste so good man this pre come is great. Stroke my cock while I suck you." I did not hesitate as I started rubbing his cock like I would be my own. He started fucking my fist really getting into it. I don't know what made me do it but I smacked his ass he really liked that. "Hey play with my ass hole it feels good when you get your ass hole fingered." I wasn't so sure about it until I felt my shorts being pulled off. Pushing my knees apart and lifting my legs, he started to tongue my ass hole. Brain was right it felt good having your ass reamed. Moaning loudly as I felt his tongue go deep into my ass while he stroked my cock. Not remembering how we ended in a sixty-nine but I spit on his ass and inserted my thumb. It was so hot and tight. Wanting to always try some anal on women but none ever wanted to do it because my dick was so big. Brain acted like he liked it. I pulled him up bending him over the couch. I spit on his ass and slowly pressed my monster head into his rosebud. He winced at first feeling the rim starting to loosen I shoved it all the way in. "Yes that feels so good fuck my ass, fuck me hard. Let me feel those big balls hit mine" I pumped in and out of his ass slowly but the tight hotness of his hole was too much. I went faster reaching around to fist his cock. Brain was moaning telling me he was about too come. "No, you can't come until I tell you. Right now you are my little bitch when you come I want to see it." He seemed to like the sub position and I kept pounding his ass. I yelled out ,"I am going to fill your ass with my load of come. Here it comes you tight ass bastard" Grunting loudly pumping him full of my hot jism. He loved every minute of it. I pulled my cock out of his now stretched ass and watched the overflow dribble out. Turning him over taking his cock deep in my mouth. Damn cock does feel good in your mouth. Hot smooth hard and throbbing I reached to grab Brains balls that had grown tight letting me know he was about to unload his come in my mouth. One, two, three more, sucks pumping deep strokes, feeling his balls tighten. Then he cut loose shooting the salty sweetness into my mouth. I guzzled it all down not wasting a drop. Sitting on the couch not believing what I had just done. Brain smiled saying he had to get home to his wife. "Maybe we can meet up once in a while," he said with a hopeful smile. I nodded in agreement and he left. I hope to one day find a woman or maybe not, that will suck my cock as good as Brain did.

BURNING DOWN THE BARN

2007-07-18T17:30:00.000-07:00

what male among us can't remember exactly the time and place when he had his first sexual experience? i certainly remember my first experience like it was yesterday. we lived in a large midwestern city but often traveled south to visit gramps and grams and all the rest of the family. my cousin dwayne was 3 years older than i and lived next door to the grandparents. our families were very close and i often stayed at his house when all the family got together and took up all the room at gramps' house. we thought nothing of piling in the bed together and frankly, it was especially nice on thanksgiving and christmas holidays to sleep in a bed with another warm body when it was so cold outside. those were fun times for all of us and very exciting to me in particular. i enjoyed the novelty of being on a farm with fresh cow's milk and sweet churned butter, fresh eggs from the chickens, and fresh meat from the beef cattle and hogs they raised. there was alot of work involved with raising farm animals, and they lived in the big barn just out from the house. there were alot of different sections to this barn. one section housed the cows and mules; the next section was for the chickens, and the last section was half for the hogs and the other half for general storage of farm machinery, implements etc. the loft was used to store hay for the winter, and in the fall, tobacco was dried and cured up there. we often would go up there and arrange the hay bales to make a fortress for our army battles, or make a hay house into a play house. there was alot of activity at this barn and i spent a great deal of time there learning about the animals and befriending them. dwayne and i were exploring in the barn one summer's day when i was 10 and he was 13. there was always something to be discovered in the lower section of the barn. once we had found a barn owl. just a few days after that, we turned over a piece of lumber and found the biggest rat snake we had ever seen or heard of. but this particular day, i was to discover something i had never heard of or even dreamed of. this day we were through exploring the wilds of the lower section; disappointed that he hadn't unearthed any exotic creatures. i was sitting on an old wooden door that had been tossed aside for one reason or another and dwayne was squatting on an old churn that had been discarded and we were just chit-chatting about nothing in particular when dwayne says, "hey, how big is your peter?" being 10 and having been sheltered all my young life, i didn't have any idea what a "peter" even was. "what's a peter?" i asked, almost embarassed that dwayne knew something i didn't. he says, "you know, your dick, your tallywhacker, your monster." well, i was really at a loss now and doubly embarassed, although i didn't have a clue as to why. then it dawned on me. he was talking about my doodle-bug! that's what mom and dad always called it, and that was the only name i knew it by. i remember thinking, "what does it matter how big it is anyway, and why is he asking?" of course, being 13, he had found out some things about doodle-bugs and i could depend on him to set me straight about whatever it was. i trusted his vast wealth of knowledge since he was so much older and wiser than i was. i wasn't really interested in the sizes of our doodle-bugs. why would i be? it was just something we peed out of, right? so, what's the big deal? well, it was apparently a big deal and there was obviously a mystery about to be revealed concerning our manhood and i was becoming more and more curious about the subject, but, at the same time, i was trying to be as sophisticated and urbane as i could be with my older and wiser cousin from corncob county. i couldn't let him think that i had been so long in this world and hadn't learned about...about what? what was it that he knew and i didn't? so i replied, "i don't know...i guess it's about this long," as i carefully measured out about how big it was with my thumb and forefinger. he laughed a smug laugh. there he was, laughing that smug laugh when he knew i didn't know what was what, and he was rubbing it in in his own impish style. i wasn't really offended because this bantering was always a precursor to him revealing something really cool, and i knew something cool was going on, and i knew eventually he would divulge the reason for his smugness. he always did. he always shared stuff with me. it was like he felt sorry for me being from way up north where we didn't know anything that was worth knowing, and i was conditioned that i could ask him anything and he would tell me the real poop. i waited with baited breath for his response. "did i measure up? was i inferior in some way? was i different? was i too small? what's he going to say?" i must have thought a thousand things while those few seconds passed that seemed like hours. he continued, "is that all?" then i knew somehow i was inferior, i was too little, i didn't make the grade somehow. he seemed to read all these thoughts as i thought them and then let me off the hook by saying, "i can make it bigger for you." you can make it bigger? i incredulously asked. "how?" nonchalantly he says, "just pull your pants down and i'll show you." so, obligingly and trustingly i pulled my pants down revealing my prepubescent genitalia in all its mediocrity. somehow i wasn't embarassed though, because i was with dwayne and we were cousins after all. he didn't laugh at me and i didn't expect him to. he was impish, but he was never cruel. sly but never arrogant. i was comfortable with dwayne regardless. he says, "ok, just lay back and relax. i'm just going to rub your peter up and down and it will start to get bigger. watch." sure enough, he took my peter in his big hand and started rubbing it up and down. slowly, methodically, rhythmically. up and down, up and down. he slid my foreskin back and pulled it up several times and then just kept pulling my peter up and down. at first, i thought it was just one of his pranks because i didn't really feel anything unusual. i had slid my foreskin up and back plenty of times while i peed and didn't have any unusual feeling that it would get bigger. so i asked, "well, when's it going to get bigger?" point blank. he said, "give it just a minute or two. i'll keep rubbing it and trust me, it'll get bigger...alot bigger. "oh, ok." now i'm wondering, "how much bigger? and how big is big enough? is he pranking me about this? but no, when he pranks me, i've already gotten the butt end of it by now. i'll just wait and see." then, after he had diddled and fiddled with it for a few minutes, sure enough, it did start getting bigger. it started to feel good too. "hey, that feels pretty good." "yeah, it'll feel even better in a few more minutes," he assured me. "ok, keep going then. how much bigger will it get?" my curiosity still piqued. "oh, it's probably as big as it's going to get right now, but as you get older, it will grow along with you, and if you do what i'm doing to you, it'll get alot bigger still." "that's great," i sheepishly said. he kept rubbing it at the same pace for a while and i seemed to feel the same sensation at the same level, although it really did feel good to me. i watched his face as he concentrated on what he was doing to me. he was confident that i was going to enjoy this later on moreso than right at that moment, but i was content to let him do this to me because he was my cousin, and if he said it was going to feel great, that was gospel to me. i just had to be patient. as he stroked my first hard-on, it really did look huge to me. it had never been hard before that i could remember, and as he wrapped his hand around it and kept jacking, i began to feel a stronger and better sensation. he would change his grip from time to time, and i found that the tighter his grip, the more sensation i felt. oh, man, this was really beginning to feel good. i noticed my breathing was getting faster and i could feel my heart pumping faster. i was laid back on the door and he was sitting beside me stroking me up and down, up and down, up and down. i would look up at him and he would look back at me and smile as he continued to slide his hand up and down my naked dick. his look was like that of an older, wiser mentor who knew what he was doing and knew what the outcome was going to be while i didn't. he was grinning at the thought that this was my first time and he seemed to be gratified that it was he who was introducing me to the same wonderful sensation that he had discovered sometime in the recent past. he was going a little faster now and his grip was a little firmer. i could feel the difference his grip made and my peter was really getting warm. i glanced up to see the exposed head was nearly purple instead of the soft pink it usually was. i had no idea about the male anatomy and what caused this new and strange phenomenon. all i knew was that it sure was feeling better and better. he was stroking a little faster now; and with each increase in speed, my young body began to quiver and my muscles began to tighten up. i could feel my nut sack tensing up and every nerve and fiber seemed to be affected by the wonderful massage my meat was getting from an experienced hand. faster still,and my legs began to straighten out without even a conscious thought from me to make them do that. up and down, faster and faster, his hand a blur seemingly as he pumped and pumped my ever hardening gland. my hands went to my thighs and gripped them as this glorious sensation flooded my inexperienced being. faster and faster.....my legs going up in the air, my shoulders coming up off the flat panel of the door, my breath coming in gasps, my abdomen tensing and tightening, my mind spinning and whirling while this wonderful feeling permeated my whole body. then, when i didn't think i could stand any more pleasure, i reached that climactic plateau at last. my shoulders lunged up nearly pulling me upright when the first wave of ecstasy washed over me. my legs were lifting up by themselves, tense and taut as a bowstring. he kept jacking me. furiously the heel of his hand was slapping my groin almost faster than i could hear the strokes coming up and down, one right after another. the second wave was as strong as the first and my body lunged up again uncontrollably. i felt like a fish flopping on the beach and thought what a silly thing to think at a time like this when wave after wave of sheer and unbridled, indescribable pleasure enveloped my entire body. he kept jacking and stroking my wonderfully hard peter and i kept lunging and falling as i was caught in the throes of the most wonderful experience i had ever thought possible. in those split seconds, i thought a hundred thoughts about how i was feeling, and i was hoping this tremendous feeling would last and last, yet i somehow dreaded the reality that it wasn't going to last much longer. but, oh, how good it felt for as long as it did last. his pace slackened as he was assured that i had reached my climax. just a few more slight lunges as my body relaxed after this terriffic feeling ebbed. he continued to fondle me as i wound down and i looked up to see him smiling a knowing smile. yeah, he knew what was up, for sure. whatever bonds there were between us before were strengthened one hundred fold after this. he finally unhanded me and i lay back on the door completely spent. wow. what an experience. secretly i thought, "boy, i can't wait to do this again!....and again..and again." about the time i began to regain my composure, he asks, "how about doing me now?" "well, yeah, sure" i halfheartedly replied. self consciously i wondered if i could do to him half of what he did to me, but, hey, he's my cousin. what could i say? then again, i suddenly became overwhelmingly curious about his peter, and was it bigger than mine, and will he attain the same heights of intense pleasure that i had? so i said, "go ahead, pull your pants down." well, when he pulled his pants down, he left his underwear up for just a minute. just long enough for me to see this huge bulge with a real monster lurking just behind the cloth restraint. as i reached for the elastic waistband and slid my little hands ever so slowly and furtively inside the white briefs to pull them down, he sucked in his breath suddenly. looking back, i'm sure it was in anticipation of what he knew was going to happen to him, and maybe because it would be his first time having someone else bring him to the same wonderful feeling he had brought to me. as i demurely and inexpertly tugged on his shorts, his peter was sticking out so far that i had a hard time getting them all the way down. when i did slide them down, his hard dick sprang back up so quickly that it slapped his belly with a resounding smack. and there it was. it was a thing of beauty to me. indeed it was bigger than mine...much, much bigger. standing strong and erect, straight up with just a slight curve upwards. he had a foreskin too, just like mine. for some reason, it was a huge relief to see that he and i were just alike. except his was much bigger than mine, and alot fatter around too. i just looked at it, awestruck. he reached down and fondled it out of embarassment i guess because i was dumbstruck by it and could do nothing but stare at it. then the urge came to reach out and touch it to see what would happen. as i touched it, he again gasped, and that encouraged me to go ahead and do to him what he had done to me just minutes before. he lay back on the same door i had been laying on and i sat down next to him, never taking my eyes off this huge and compelling real life monster of a cock. it was so hard already it didn't need any fondling or massaging like he had to do to me to get me up. i reached for it and enveloped it in my little hand and gently slid his foreskin back revealing his large, swollen head. it was purple already too, and i slid the foreskin back over the head, and as i did, i noticed some clear fluid oozed out of his opening. with my finger and thumb, i reached out to investigate what this might be. i had no idea that it was the body's way of lubricating the glans for sex, so i just massaged it around the head of his dick a few times, doing what came naturally. he, being so much more sensitive than i, moaned an encouraging "hmmm." i knew i was making him feel good regardless of my inexperienced touch. he had alot of hair just above his giant dick, and his balls were hairy too. there was hair under his armpits and on his bare legs and thighs. he simply said this is what happens to you when you get my age and start puberty. this was news to me, but i accepted his explanation and returned to the task at hand. wow, his dick was huge compared to mine. i played with it in my own childish way, but i really liked the feel of it. so big and warm, and i liked the way his foreskin was sliding effortlessly up and down over his dickhead. the more i stroked him, the more clear fluid came out. i emulated his technique as nearly as i could figuring it sure worked great for me, it had to be good for him too. sure enough, after a few minutes of stroking him up and down, up and down, he started breathing harder just like me. i watched to see his reaction every time i changed my grip or my speed, and he just grinned his encouragement, content to let me have as much fun as he had doing me. he got harder the longer i pumped his iron and i could see that it wasn't going to take him nearly as long as i took to reach that magical feeling. the clear fluid was flowing more freely and with every squeeze on his shaft, a little more leaked out until it finally began to froth from the movement of his foreskin back and forth. i was fascinated to see this happening and i kept jacking and stroking just like he did. he was writhing on the door the longer i pumped and i saw his body start to tense up, just like mine did. the muscles in his face went taut and his neck began to tighten up as well as i slid him up and down, faster and faster. he started to moan as i continued the slapping of his solid meat in my tender little hand, and as i increased in speed, he tensed up even more. i tightened my grip on this throbbing monster and he began breathing faster and faster. just like i did, his legs started to stiffen straight out and his hands grabbed both thighs as the onslaught on his cranker kept pounding out a rhythm. faster and faster i went, holding on to his now slimy peter for all i was worth. my hand and arm were starting to get tired but i kept up the intense pace. he was moaning louder and louder just as i had done and then i heard a throaty "uugghhh" at the same time i saw white liquid spurting up into the air from the head of his cock. spurting white jizz erupting into the air in one spasm after another, falling in big drips onto his muscular abdomen. i was surprised to see this, of course, and it just kept spurting. his body was so tight and he kept cumming all over the both of us. i couldn't believe this stuff getting all over my hand, getting in my hair, getting in his hair and face. sweet jesus, what have i done to him? he just kept lunging and spurting as i kept on jacking him, it seemed like it went on forever, and then he let out a sigh of relief and i slowed down my strokes as he relaxed. i milked his jizm out of his foreskin the best i could although i had no idea why i thought it necessary. i just didn't want to let go of this newfound toy i think. well,needless to say, that was the beginning of alot of trips to the barn that summer. i found out too that it was alot more fun having him jack me off than me doing it myself. he must have felt the same because we always did each other every time we got together. i'll never forget the fun of handling that huge, fat, throbbing cock of his on every visit. i got a hard-on every time i found out we were going for a visit.

Backside of the Desert

2007-07-18T17:00:00.000-07:00

Being stationed in the Great Mojave Desert was like serving a prison sentence. Four years worth, or so I was thinking. But that didn't turn out to be the case. After being there virtually isolated from civilization, I found there were certain advantages. Not only was I isolated, but all the guys there with me were also there with no visible means of escape. We quickly shifted into survival mode. For me, as always, the hardest part was being in the Air Force with an unacceptable orientation. Consequently, keeping a low profile was a matter of utmost importance. I had learned to control myself somewhat after basic training where we were all locked up in a dormitory together,again,with no visible means of escape. That was a major ordeal for me. There were just too many good looking, virile, well built young hunks parading around naked in that dorm to deal with. The term "eye candy" didn't exist then, but that situation was a smorgasbord and a sensual overload to say the least. Suffice to say, there were several hot studs who knew they were hot, and overtly enjoyed giving a captive audience a show. Were it not for the fact that it would have been way too easy to get caught, I would have otherwise taken that chance gladly with one or two well-hung twinks. Being on a permanent duty base was alot different though. We were still in close quarters to a certain extent, but we also had alot of room to maneuver. My first roommate was my first challenge. Brian was a very charming guy with a boyish grin and a twinkle in his eye. He had slightly tousled auburn hair, a creamy complexion, laughing green eyes that penetrated with just a glance. He was about average in build, and was very approachable in his demeanor. I moved in with him in October and we hit it off immediately. He hadn't been stationed on the base very long and had not been very successful with his one or two roommates up until that time. How anyone could not get along with this sweetheart of a guy, I couldn't imagine. We immediately set out organizing our room in the dorm to take advantage of the limited living space. We decided to make bunk beds to allow more room for his recently acquired sofa. He took the top bunk, which pissed me off at first, but that night at bedtime, I was very glad it worked out that way. Brian came out of the bathroom after his shower, and instead of putting on underwear, he just politely pranced over to the side of the bed in the raw and proceeded to jump up into the top bunk. I say pranced, but that was wishful thinking. It was more like a march to the bed; totally unabashed and uninhibited. He knew he was giving me an eyeful at eye level and didn't care at all. He was comfortable with his nudity, thankfully, while it made me very nervous and excited at the same time. Marching up to the bed that first night indeed gave me a bird's eye view that I was to enjoy for quite a long time. I thought I was pretty well hung, but Brian's schlong, (and I do mean schlong), put me to shame. It also put me into a fantasy life that kept me in a constant state of excitement. All day long, visions of that swinging dong slapping his thighs and coming straight toward my face kept my whitie tighties wet and in eager anticipation for another bedtime show. I was able to time it just right so that I turned my head for the full frontal view just before he hopped up into the bed. After all, I couldn't be caught openly gaping at his manhood as he walked across the room toward the bed. I didn't know him well enough at that early date, and I certainly couldn't take the chance that he might suspect my intentions were anything but innocent and honorable. So, when I went to bed, (always earlier than him), I simply feigned sleep until the last second when I knew his face was hidden by the top bunk, and then I turned just in time to see that huge cranker flopping up and down as he jumped upstairs. Often, he would take a practice jump before his final lunge upwards and I was so grateful for that extra long glance at that marvelous meatus. The urge to just reach across that short distance and grab onto that lithe and athletic hodanker and guide it into my eager, warm, salivating mouth was almost more than I could contain. I imagined what it might feel like for that long, perfectly cut dick to slide over my tongue and for my lips to wrap around the entire shaft as it began to engorge with blood and harden in my oral embrace. I promised myself that, for Brian, I would somehow take his entire length into the depths of my throat, and even choke on it if necessary, to bring him the most sensual and erotic orgasm he could ever hope for. I dreamed of him standing at the side of my bed with his arms stretched across the top bunk and his head writhing back and forth in the throes of sexual ecstasy; totally enthralled and captivated as I slid his throbbing member in and out of my tender mouth. I longed to cup his dangling balls in my hands and to gently and lovingly massage them with my smooth,uncalloused fingers. I wanted to slide my hands up the backs of his taut, muscular legs and knead his hot, hairless buns with my probing digits dancing and teasing the entrance to his tight, undefiled glory hole. I can sense him tightening with each movement and can feel him moving and positioning himself to eagerly accommodate and enhance even my most subtle gestures. In my mind's eye, I can see myself lovingly caressing his entire abdomen with my hands sliding up to his exposed armpits and gently squeezing his shoulders simultaneously before moving down to his nipples to fondle them and suggestively pinch them between my fingers. I'm wanting to interpret the information his body is emitting so that I may further his sensual pleasure and to anticipate what he might want me to do next. Next, I firmly grasp his lower penile shaft while purposefully slowing down his pelvic thrusts so that I may concentrate on the most sensitive and erogenous area of his entire sexual being. I'll gently, yet evenly stroke his monster cock with my right hand while my left hand purposefully slides up between his butt cheeks and the middle finger probes and eventually penetrates his quivering buckeye. Then, with my lips enveloping his purple glans and my tongue flicking and circumnavigating his circumcised lid, I squeeze out a little pre-cum and distribute it over his love muscle for added lubrication and sensuous teasing. I can hear his muffled moans of intense pleasure reverberating through the thick mattress as his quivering body reacts to each adroit pinch, stroke and caress orchestrating and drawing him to that ecstatic moment of divine and explosive climax. I can feel his body undulating with each rhythmic pelvic thrust while I'm trying to take his entire length down my throat. I can feel the vibration of the bed as his hand grasps the post for a firmer grip. He's holding on tighter and tighter as passion heats up and he comes nearer and nearer to that magic moment when he can explode his pent up manjuice into my openly inviting throat. My hands move to his ass so that I can aid in thrusting his long pole in and out of my salivating mouth. Gone are the tender and teasing subtleties of foreplay in favor of wild, unhibited and bestial abandonment to the goal of climactic ecstasy. I'm choking on each penetrating plunge of his long, nubile tool, but I'm committed to seeing this thing through out of sheer love for Brian. I cup his balls again in my supple palms and I feel them start to shrink and tighten. I can sense his excitement has reached that fevered pitch that signals the point of no return. He keeps thrusting and pumping while my hands move to his nipples where I can feel them hardening and rising with goose-flesh all around the aureolas. He's close and getting closer. His balls are slapping against my chin a rhythmic cadence as I feel his member getting harder and harder. His legs start to rise to his tiptoes and his entire body is taut with anticipation as he feverishly slides in and out of my mouth. Pre-cum is flowing as my tongue continues to stimulate his spew hole. The pace quickens to a frenetic frenzy as the thrusting subsides slightly while his moment arrives. With one final lunge, he slides himself all the way in while his hand pulls my head as far as it can go into his steamy groin as scalding hot jizz paints the back of my throat in one long, streaming spurt. He withdraws slightly and then lunges in again pulling my face once again into his pubic region. Four and five times I try to engulf his throbbing pole into my gaping mouth while swallowing every drop of his love juice. His panting subsides as the last of his cum slides effortlessly down my throat and I begin to suckle his manhood straining to extract every micro-ounce of his excretion as possible. I hear his heavy sigh of contentment escape just as his head and shoulders collapse on the top bunk above me. I am unwilling to let him withdraw even as his massive tool begins to empty of its engorging blood. This vivid fantasy occupied my thoughts for weeks and kept me awake long after his erotic hop up into the bunk preceded lights out. I found myself reaching up to the bottom of his mattress and gently stroking it late at night when his heavy breathing indicated his deep sleep. I ached for Brian as I had no other guy I had ever known. I memorized every nuance of his smile, every glint in his laughing eyes, and, yes, every millimeter of his glorious and proud manhood. Then about a month later, Brian went out quietly and secretively without a word as to his destination or what he was doing. He had gone off base to a party with Gary, who everyone knew to be a doper. This struck me as odd as Brian had never mentioned any interest in smoking dope. I didn't really get upset about it though. Pot was everywhere both on base and off. I just didn't have any interest in it and didn't care if people wanted to get high. Late that same night, Brian disturbed me coming into the room, and peeling off his clothes in preparation for his shower. I fully awakened as I heard the water running through the pipes at that quiet hour. It ran for quite a while, and I thought it odd that he should be in there for so long. I got worried and sneaked into the shower room to see if I could discern what was going on. I heard no movement in the shower for a few seconds, and I thought I'd better sneak a peek just in case Brian had passed out, or, God forbid, he had overdosed on something. I gingerly pulled back the shower curtain and found Brian sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall. He had soaped himself up with the obvious intention of jacking off as his huge tool was semi-erect and his hand was partially wrapped around that magnificent manhood of his. I suddenly started getting hard myself as I took in this golden opportunity to indulge myself in yet another fantasy of Brian. He had indeed passed out and was coming back around to consciousness when he sensed my presence there and looked up at me. I was flabbergasted that I had been caught red-handed gazing at his marvelous donger and panicked at what he might think I was doing peering into his private shower at such a moment. Just as I felt the blood draining from my head thinking of the dire consequences of such an overt act, I saw this wry smile of understanding begin to cross his lips. He smiled up at me as his dick once again began to get fully hard. I sheepishly said "I was worried about you and came to see if you were alright. You've been in here for a long time." He laughed drunkenly and confessed that he had been out with Gary and they had gotten shit-faced and he needed a shower, but he had gotten horny and decided to have a wank just before he had passed out. I could see he hadn't gotten off as his dick began to harden back up to a size that far surpassed my humble fantasy and surmising. He struggled to get up and reached for me, and I naturally stepped in to help him. When he was on his feet, he looked down at his excited condition and laughed an embarassed laugh and said, "I'm still horny." I couldn't help but think to myself what an opportunity in his vulnerable situation, but I also was nearly panic stricken at the thought of the consequences if he woke up tomorrow and didn't appreciate my attention. Lust was stronger than common sense as I began to realize all my weeks and months of fantasies was going to culminate in this very night. I put Brian's arm around my shoulder and put my arm around his waist to help him out of the shower. His huge dick swayed back and forth with each step and slapped against his thighs and sprang up and smacked his stomach as we struggled through the door into our room. I reached for a clean towel and stood Brian up against the bed and started drying his hair. While I had the towel over his head, I was drinking in the sight of this massive schlong between this guy's legs and was sprouting my own erection at the same time. I wondered if he was checking my growing chubby as I was lusting after his. I tenderly and slowly dried his face and neck, moving down to his chest and arms. He just stood there allowing me to minister to his drunken predicament. His dick remained hard as I gingerly and purposefully massaged the moisture off his body into the towel. I wondered if he would get harder the closer I got to his abdomen, and I tried to closely notice any changes in his breathing that might tip me off to whether he was willing for me to continue down to that golden region or not. I toweled off his chest and reached around behind him to dry his back when his arms came up and held on to my shoulders. It would have been so natural and so easy for me to just drop the towel, lift his face up to mine and kiss him fully and deeply on the mouth. I resisted that urge hoping to get a clearer and more acceptable signal. He rested his head on my shoulder as I reached behind him to towel off his hot little ass. I began to squat down in front of him to get the back of his legs, knowing that his full erection would be right in my face and temptation would be at it's apex. I passed close enough to smell his masculine pheromones as I worked on his legs and feet. I incidentally brushed my head up against his balls and I felt his swollen cock against the side of my head. I nearly blew my load when this happened as it was almost too much to take. As I worked my way back up the front of his legs, I dared to fantasize what might happen if I so boldly reached his swollen cock and attempted to dry it off. He sensed my dilemma and, in that moment, he made a decision to unequivocally let me know that he wanted me to go ahead. He put his hands on my back as if in resignation, thus urging me on. I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I realized he wanted me to dry him off all the way. I glanced at this monster cock just in time to see it stiffen at my teasing touch to his groin. I took the towel and wrapped his dick in my hand with it. A gasp escaped his throat as I gently swabbed at the moisture on his schlong. I cupped his balls and dabbed at the moisture underneath just in time to see some pre-cum ooze out his pee-hole. That was the signal if there ever was one. I took his big honker in my hand and with my thumb, I gently spread his pre-cum all over the head of his dick while gently massaging each and every screaming nerve ending on his lid. I continued to manipulate his swollen cranker hoping to milk more precum out, and, sure enough, several huge drops came sliding out. I enveloped his mushroom with my hand and smoothed out the precum all around while beginning to stroke him ever so slightly. He moaned audibly as I expertly manhandled his manhood. He stood up and placed his head against my shoulder and embraced me closer and closer. He nuzzled my neck and very gently kissed my throat. He ran his hands up into my hair and began to caress my head ever so sweetly. My heart leaped within me that this wonderful guy was making my wildest dreams to come true. I pivoted around and sat on my bed while drawing him between my legs and facing me. Just like in my fantasy, I was facing this monstrously beautiful, fully erect and incredibly erotic pecker. As if on cue, he stretched his arms across the top bunk and moved closer in toward me. I stroked his chest and nipples and slowly brought my hands down his abdomen toward his crotch. As I neared my target, he gasped loudly and his whole body tensed as I took hold of his tool and slid it into my mouth and as far down my throat as I could without choking. He clung to the back side of the mattress as I began working his manhood in and out of my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking, and making love to this glorious love muscle. His breathing quickened as I performed all the previously fantasized movements that I had practiced in my mind over and over again. Time became a blur as he responded to every loving caress wholeheartedly. I was falling in love with Brian so completely to think that he would allow me to express my love to him in this way. Just that thought alone spurred me to making this night one that neither one of us would ever forget. My fantasy was nearly prophetic as I made love to Brian nearly exactly according to the script I had written over the previous months. He held onto the the bedpost tightly as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth, just as I had dreamed it. His body responded exactly to everything I did to him down to the last detail. On and on we went with me wildly loving him and him wildly responding. My hands explored every crevice of his body with the intent to bring him the most excitement he had ever experienced in his life. He gave himself over to my every touch and withheld nothing from me. As he began to get closer and closer to climax, his breathing got louder and louder; alarmingly loud. So much so that I became distressed that we might be heard through the pipes of this old building, and that someone might awaken to our sounds of passion. I quickly placed my hand over his mouth as he approached orgasm, and as he reached that wonderful plateau, I was glad I was coherent enough to try and stifle his audible ecstasy. His cries of climactic release would have awakened the whole building. I nearly gagged on the hot spume of cum that coursed down my throat. It seemed like a gallon of goo was in my mouth all at once and it couldn't disspiate fast enough down my throat. Brian's dick was covered in his own juices and, just like in my fantasy, I tried to lick it completely off his throbbing trojan horse to his complete delight. We ended up back in the shower shortly after this wonderfully glorious session, but together this time. It was in the shower that he returned the favor. With soothing warm water spraying us, he stood me up against the back wall and took every inch of me into his mouth and down his hatch. I was flattered that he used some of the same techniques on me as I had used on him. Which left me wondering if I had taught him a few things he didn't already know about the fine art of oral sex. I was gratified to find out later that he had indeed learned quite a bit from me and was more than happy to practice on me in return. I shot, what was for me, the most incredibly huge load I had ever experienced right down Brian's throat. He struggled to take it all down just as I had with his monster load. We laughed that we had nearly strangled each other with loads that were born of the most extreme excitement either of us had ever experienced. Brian and I spent alot of hot nights in the dorm from then on. Our passion fueling an immense and deepening love for one another that lasted far longer than our enlistment in the service.

Surf Stranger

2007-07-18T16:50:00.000-07:00

I don\'t really think of myself as gay. I prefer women most of the time. I actually have a long-term girlfriend. But sometimes I just really crave some cock. This story is about one of these times. I was staying at my holiday house on the coast for a week last summer with my girlfriend. We had a lot of fun for the first few days just fucking non stop. By the third day we were both spent so we decided to go down to the beach. This beach was one of the best parts of the holiday house. It was just a short walk through the dunes it was beautiful with soft white sand, hot sun, the greatest waves in the world and best of all, it was clothing optional. Kelly and I grabbed our towels and wrapped them around our naked bodies, put on our beach shoes and walked out the door without locking it, because this was a pretty safe neighborhood. Once at the beach we kicked off our shoes, dropped our towells and ran straight into the water. We spalshed around for a while and made out a bit. After about half and hour Kelly started compainingh about sunburn and said she was gonna head on back. I\'m pretty resistant to the ravages of the sun so i stayed by myself. It was then that I noticed that I was not alone on the beach, as I assumed when I arriived with Kelly. There was one other person. Possibly the hottest guy I have ever seen. He was tanned to perfection and every muscle in his body was toned, not to the point of big and overly muscled, which i dont much like, but just enough. His hair was wavy and brown, but had been lightened a fair bit by the exposure to the sun and was just the right length to perfectly frame his perfect face. His eyes were closed, but i couldn\'t tell from the water if he was actually sleeping on the sand. What I could see though was his cock. It had to be at least eight inches and it was still soft. I couldnt pass this chance up. I walked out of the water right up to where he was lying. I said \"Dude, can I borrow some of your sun lotion, I forgot mine?\" He wasnt asleep because he moved his arm to block the sun from his eyes before he opened them and said \"sure\" I picked up the bottle and squirted a substantial ammount onto my hand. I rubbed my hands together and began to spread the lotion all over my rapidly tanning body. I could see that this guy was watching me very intently and his eyes kept drifting towards my exposed dick. I took this oportunity to ask him to do my back. He said sure and then I passed him the bottle and turned my back towards him. He stood up and began rubbing the lotion into my back. I knew he was taking longer than was really required and his hands kept moving around to my chest and down to my arse which he then overtly spent a long time rubbing the lotion into, he even rubbed up and down my crack. I could see his manhood was getting even thicker while he rubbed my naked body and watching this made me swell too. This did not go unnoticed by this attractive stranger. He turned me around and started rubbing my chest, my nipples, my stomach then the area just above my growing member and finally started rubbing my cock. He looked up at my face to se my reaction and just smiled and let him keep going. His stroking increased in speed and then when i started to near the point of no return, he somehow sensed it and slowed down. Now on his knees he pressed his lips gently against the head of my cock then pushed down slowly opening his mouth until he had engulfed the whole of my nine inch muscle. As he massaged my shaft with his tongue i stroked his hair, it was soft and silky and the feel of it made me even harder, suprising my new friend and making him gag for a second. I laughed and so did he, even thogh his laugh was muffled through his mouth full of cock. He began pumping his mouth up and down my cock, turning his head at the same time, increasing the sensation. This was the best blow job I\'d ever gotten and I thought Kelly was a master. It wasnt long before i shot stream after stream of my come down the back of the strangers throat and he swallowed it eagerly. I pushed him off onto his back, now, with him lying on the sand, it was my turn to return the favour. I got down on my hands and knees with my lips hovering over the biggest hardest cock i have ever seen. It was at least fifteen inches long and three inches across. The tide was coming in and the water was lapping around as i tasted the tip of this beautiful organ with my tongue, i wasnt sure that i could even fit it in my mouth so i just licked it all over it tasted so good, his hot precum, mixed with sweat, mixed with the sea water that was rising around us. I decided it was time to take him into my mouth. I started slowly, just the head, massaging it with my lips. I slowly took more and more into my mouth. I was suprised that i could get my mouth around it so easily. I had to adjust my position so that i could swallow this cock and get the whole fifteen inches inside my mouth. He moved to help me and that was all i needed. I began to deep hroat this guy and i could tell that he was loving it. His moans of pleasure made me want this even more. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth down my throat across my tongue was amazing. I was getting hard again so i started to start playing with myself while the guy, now on his knees, continued fucking my face. My orgasm came quickly because i was so hot and i could tell that this massive meat would be coming pretty soon so i grabbed his hips and slowed his thrusting. I wanted this to last as long as possible. But as with most good things it wouldn\'t last forever. Too soon, jet after jet of hot sweet cum was streaming straight down my throat. He kept up his thrusting until he was completely soft. We both collapsed into the surf and started to kiss. Tasting our own juices in each others mouths. We laughed as we washed off in the water. I walked up the beach, put my towell and shoes on and walked home. Never to see him again and never to find out his name.

Backside of the Desert Part II

2007-07-16T17:05:00.000-07:00

When Brian finally stopped shuddering and convulsing from what had to have been his most intense orgasm ever, he collapsed into my arms and we fell back on my bunk together. I couldn't believe what had just happened as I held him lovingly and watched his heavy breathing subside. I was almost too afraid to say anything for fear of breaking the spell. Plus,I was afraid Brian would come back around and realize what he had allowed to happen between us and then get all paranoid about it and turn against me. As I lay there caressing him and fondling his nipples, he opened his eyes and looked up at me. Instantly, I recognized the fear that nearly paralyzed me was needless as he smiled and chuckled a mischievous little chuckle. "Wow, I thought I was going to pass out from that one. Damn, I can't believe the load I shot; it just kept cumming and cumming and I was so digging it, man. That's the best I ever had, no doubt. Thanks, man," he said tenderly. My heart melted at those last two little words. His inflection and his soft green eyes looking up at me told me volumes about this wonderful guy. All my hopes and dreams about him had come true. I was elated to say the least. "You're welcome, Brian," was all I could manage to say as my heart was overcome with emotion at this tender exchange. We didn't know what to say for what seemed like an hour. We just lay there together snuggled up in that little bunk looking at each other and thinking our own separate thoughts about what had just happened. I was content to just have him laying across me while I continued to caress him and care for him. He was nearly asleep from what he had consumed earlier and then this mind-blowing sexual escapade. I knew he had to be nearly all in. His eyes were closed and he rested peacefully for a while. He was so handsome as my eyes surveyed every inch of his naked body as he lay there under my arm. My finger traced the outline of his face, caressing his cheeks and gently brushing his wavy hair off his smooth brow. I don't know how much time passed as we laid there together. I mused at what an incredible dream had actually come true and here we were, safe in each other's arms, locked into a bond together that probably neither of us wholly could understand. A million thoughts raced through my mind as I gazed upon this beautiful young man in all his naked glory. My fingers had full freedom to touch and experience every inch of his body and my eyes continued to drink in all his magnificent manliness. I gently brushed his soft, auburn colored pubic hair while glancing alternately from here to his face and back again. His pubes were still damp from my saliva and the remnants of his semen as it leaked out from his now flaccid member. I spread these few remaining drops around the crown of his meatus and he stirred at the sensation. He spread his legs slightly to accommodate my gentle movements and I gripped his love muscle in my hand and continued to smear his head with his natural lubricant. I marvelled at the size of this ram tool, even soft it more than filled my hand. I could feel the blood beginning to re-fill the cavernous membranes in his dick, and it slowly began to enlarge. Intently I watched the skin of his penis stretch and expand as he became more and more erect. I used the side of my thumb to slide between the sides of his opening and began to rub so gingerly back and forth. Precum oozed out and intensified the sensation and Brian moaned an encouraging "mmmm" while his legs straightened simultaneously. His hand came up the back of my arm and his fingers ran lovingly through my hair. He pinched my ear between his fingers and gently tugged on my lobe. His hand cupped the side of my head and massaged my scalp ever so sensuously. His erection became more and more firm in my hand until it was like a rock again, and I instinctively began to stroke it up and down. His pelvis began to thrust just slightly at first as I fondled his now huge tool. It had to be more sensitive this time after having been brought to that huge climax just a short time before. I was careful not to be too forceful or aggressive with him this time around. My only thought once again was to pleasure him to the best of my ability. He was fully awake now, and watched as I manipulated his manliness with expert dexterity. I knew how to take advantage of every stroke and each movement evoked a response from him. His head began to writhe with the increased rhythm and he reached up with his other hand and grasped the railing of his bunk above us. His breathing began to quicken as my strokes began to take full effect on his now throbbing cock. The head of his dick became more and more purple as blood coursed through each and every sensuous cell on that magnificent mushroom. I squeezed upward on his massive shaft and a huge secretion of precum flowed out. With the palm of my hand I lubed the entire surface and he convulsed with the intensity of this pleasure. I began to jack him up and down more rapidly and I watched intently as the muscles in his face and neck became more and more taut. His eyes were fixed on the action down below and the grip of his hand on my arm began to tighten. He was holding on to the railing and onto my arm as that magic moment got closer and closer. His legs stiffened out beyond the foot railing of the bunk and I knew he was about to arrive, so I encircled his throbbing purple head with my thumb and forefinger and slid them feverishly over his most sensitive glans until, at last, he stiffened bow string tight and with one convulsive thrust, he blew his wad and creamed the bottom of the top bunk. Two, then three, then four more spurts of flying man-goo came up and landed in a puddle, filling up his belly button to overflowing and the excess ran down his abdomen in a thickened rivulet slowly toward me. I blocked the flow with the head of his cranker and smeared his super-sensitive glans with it all over his abdomen. Once again, I became alarmed at the volume level of his audible and uncontrollable "aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhhs" with each ejaculation and convulsion. It was great to see him in such obvious ecstasy, but it was nonetheless disturbing to think how far any little sound traveled in the pipes of that old building. I prayed everyone was asleep and remained oblivious to the goings on in our bunk. I quickly put my finger to my lips and shushed him demonstrably and then, that failing, I put my hand over his mouth. I smiled at the pleasure in his glazed green eyes and the look of intense relief in his face once the jizz had stopped spewing. I could feel the throbbing pulse in his neck and I watched in rapt amusement as his abdomen rose and fell quickly, and then gradually slowed to a normal rhythm. It took a few minutes for him to regain his composure, as it were, and he lay limp with my arm under his shoulders. He whispered, "God, that was fantastic, even better than before. You're amazing." I smiled and said, "I'm glad you think so, but I enjoyed doing you as much as you did getting it." He pushed me over onto my back and pulled my briefs down to where I could maneuver them off the rest of the way myself. He raised himself up on one elbow and bent over me and kissed me ever so softly. I responded eagerly to this gentle expression and the kiss became more and more sensual in length and intensity. No words needed to pass between us; nothing said could have expressed any better what we were feeling for each other this night. His lips moved from my lips to my ear and he breathed heavily into my otic opening and it sent shivers down my spine. His hand slowly and erotically slid down my abdomen and I found myself rising to meet his touch. When his hand found my fully engorged hard-on, I shuddered beneath his fondling grip. As he explored the length of my shaft with his deft fingers and cupped my balls in his palm, I thought I would blow my load right then and there. He pinched my foreskin between his fingers and explored it for a few extended moments. He then broke our embrace and sat up with my dick in his hand as if to make an observation. I had always been somewhat embarassed that I was still intact while so many other guys had been circumcised. I quickly wondered what he was going to say about this as he groped and fondled the tightening skin around my glans. "I've been curious about this ever since I first saw you naked. I never saw anyone uncircumcised before, and I didn't want to stare. What does it feel like when it slides up and down over your head?" "Well, it kind of keeps the head moist and protects it from rubbing against my clothes, which makes it more sensitive, or so I've always surmised." He slid my foreskin up and over my glans and then back down again, slowly and sensuously. "Hmm. I kind of wish I still had mine. Yours looks cool going up and down like that. It's got to feel great with the extra sensation and softer skin sliding over your head." "Yeah, it does, especially when somebody else is doing it for me." He continued sliding my hood over my swollen cranker seemingly fascinated by the ease with which it glided back and forth. Precum was flowing freely now which further eased the gliding motion. He pulled my hood all the way back and gently pulled my shaft upward until a big dollop appeared in my opening, and then he smeared it all over my head very gently as I had done him before. I found myself thrusting upwards into his hand as it came down my shaft sending waves of delight into my very being. He gripped me firmly in his hand and began to jack me up and down,never taking his eyes off my foreskin as it slid up and down over my now purple head. Faster and faster the rhythm became and I watched as he masterfully masturbated me. I reached to touch him anywhere and everywhere as he yanked me up and down. He glanced back at me looking to see if I was enjoying his attention as much as he had enjoyed mine. He smiled a knowing smile and redoubled his efforts and his pace as I felt my entire body begin to stiffen as a natural response to what was coming. Faster and faster his hand pumped my organ and I began to quiver with the excitement that the soon to arrive climax would envelope me with. I reached up to hold onto the railing as my balls began to tighten in my sack, and this encouraged Brian to quicken the pace even more. My breath came in gasps as I gave in to the spanking my throbbing peter was taking from his adept stroking. Closer and closer, then my whole body tightened, every muscle strained to the limit anticipating the euphorious release of my impending eruption. Then, with one final thrust, I spewed a long, pearly stream of spume straight up and then we both watched as it came down right on top of my dick and all over Brian's hand while he kept jacking me and I kept cumming in shorter spurts. My breath came in gasps as my climax released me, and Brian slowed his jacking down as my jizz output dimished with each ensuing stroke. He smeared my joy-juice all over my belly and giggled at the amount that had covered us both and seemingly with more to spare. I marvelled at the intensity of this orgasm compared to me just jacking off myself. He continued to fondle me and still seemed enthralled with my foreskin sliding over my the head of my dick so effortlessly. I lay back in my bunk totally spent and all my pent up sex satiated. We lay there for a few minutes not saying a whole lot; content that we both had enjoyed one another's sexual prowess. Both of us became aware in the same moment that we were covered in our own sticky jizz and we needed to clean it up. What we were enjoying in the moments before all of a sudden became unbearable. Dare we get into the shower again together? The same thought crossed our minds and was answered at the same instant. No, we'd better not chance that again. Paranoia returned full force, so we just wiped ourselves off with my underwear as best we could, quietly giggling at the incredible amount of jizz we both had shot. There never seemed to be a question as to where Brian would sleep the rest of that night. Just as if it had always been thus, he slid into my bunk next to me and pulled the sheet up over us. His arm came across my chest and he pulled me into himself in one easy motion. I felt his flaccid dick laying up against my naked ass and at the same time, his hand slid over my waist and down onto my exposed dick. We fell asleep with him still exploring and fondling the folds of my foreskin. All was right in our world.