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I was a student in a large department store in Budapest at a young age, where day I met a guy with blue eyes and blond hair, her face was beautiful and amazing muscular body from the very first moment you will, at the age of 28 he was Peter, bright eyes looked at each other, was a haunt of Lake Balaton and you called me two weeks to spray only sex I said, but then we talked and getting színpatikusnak looked more and more like it, said it ships bath, daily massage with my body, but you can completely naked I have to be, which makes little megriadtam, but he saw me and reassure tried, so I have also traveled to, and then began a series of indescribable experiences in my life some of which date back to those happy memories and I enjoyed every moment. Have you picked up at the station and waited embraced and kissed her mouth, but with such force that I could not speak and completely merevedtem, but it was so good and sweet that we just could not stop, pierced tongues into each other and a huge battle started, the heat flooded my mind when suddenly another hand touched hátamat.Hátra I looked and I saw a brown haired and eyed boy watching me staring, hi Tom I am and she has two kiss mark on my face, while heavily on squeezing my hand too, come in the car and has been repesztettünk toward the farmhouse. When we arrived at the cuccott picked up the car and went inside the house, of course, they show you the way. The living room beérve, removed it from my hand in my purse, and the kitchen were herded into where another two men were found, naked and huge a cock, I knew what was going to happen to me, or at least thought about many things, but thats me done in the four guys, we have In my dream, I thought it would not. I was naked in no time and grabbed me, rubbing my body strong and powerful punches popómra palms were measured, there were handprints all five new. Eliszkolni I tried, but I get into the yard, they tied me to a tree and started to beat my naked body, and reed whip, if they liked the shouting and moaning in pain. Then you can easily potyogott the eldest said, if you enjoy doing what we say, no more beating you? He asked, and I nodded my head and brought attention to tell him so. Peter spleen at me and mouth kissed it vigorously, but more and more sensually licking, I felt that special sweet taste, as saliva each other’s mouths landed as language games started, felt the growing bubble, and fuck even harder állt.Majd hole myself started ujjazni and lick it, getting wildly stretched and pushed up to the hilt in a baton and well megjáratták me crazy pains tormented and yet I enjoyed the way they took my virginity. At last they tied and dog pose commanded and inventory cut cock, increasingly pulled her head, air did not get unraveled the saliva out of my mouth, but someone from the back hooked, but so that I could feel the cool completely sink and have great strokes fucks out of the cock in my mouth I swallowed whole and not a word I could drop out. Completely shocked, just my brain did not want to work, only increasingly nauseous and was snot salivary merges, öklendeztem groaned and did not want to see that is not at all good what you are doing, and huge shout enjoyment out of my mouth, almost drowning in cum volume, I also took my nose off and wrestled to the ground and the other bent over his cock began szopatni, causing much was that he knew it to be inserted halfway into my mouth, I thought this little naive, but pushed harder into me

more and more sunk in it, in the end there were to be completely up to the hilt was in my mouth, up and down like a piston that was in my mouth, tail shining bright in the nyálamtól is gushing out of my throat, and then we noticed that the hole in my hard

expand a little pain but it has penetrated my body, and that I thought I had split, pay a thousand or more of my tears appeared and then all of a sudden ripping pain is getting more fun, exciting EXPERIENCE transformed.

Lustful moans, but nyűszögesek left my throat, because you are properly fucked my mouth, and something in me was annoyed because I did not know what it is. My blood almost boiled, and I started to enjoy it all completely beindulva fiercely started to suck his big cock, cock to stand on end and I enjoyed the way rongyossá fucked, now both my legs on his shoulders lay and slammed huge cock just hilt cuppant my ass, blow wave and a large Cut into force harder and bunny in a sea of ​​pain and emotion. Surprised myself enjoying it more and more used to the way my body, I think everything has just turned me straight to the primer on my life, turned into some kind of machine she is totally dominate placed under there and you really have done what they wanted with me. But I wanted to be on the other fuck awful lot of white slightly sweet sperm Sea surprised by my mouth, swallowed as a duck noodles, the tab is gecis was but the other guy licked it, bitch you fucking fagot with our cunt and started to come to mocskosnál , dirtier words raged in all of them is stupid, drew huge cock out of my mouth, but I could hardly close, it was impossible to speak, sucking n fucking fagot felavatlak now, so I knew that something was going to happen to me now. He lay down on the ground, the meaty hard dick stand on end, and I sat in it, as I felt completely crush my ass

sinking into the way, what’s completely up to the hilt and began to move it up and down like a bad bitch, yeah and even enjoyed, then I am sure that bitch.

Rhythmically moved faster and now I wanted to fuck the other one began to suck my cock, then enjoyed a mouth that such force and volume even if not seen, almost like a bomb went into his mouth, but coughed even normally, I even shouted I almost shit myself, of course, this is only figuratively. Another whose spear summer salt it, raised a little popómat perhaps a little out stretched well and something horribly, brutally started to fuck her in the hot blazing lyukamat.A pain screamed, gasped like a stray dog, but not for long because they slammed his cock into my mouth, imagine it away when you plug and szopatnak same time as State over my neck my body flowing saliva sea, feels fantastic one, but cruel as well, of course I’m not made of wood and later ondóanyagot shot into the air, they just enjoyed being defensive unsuitable or that a possessing a body, so now it’s just the first nap.De beginning and not the end, so I’m sucking whore. Then suddenly pulled out of my mouth for huge cock, and the other up to the hilt planted on the rock hard meat tower and told me to lean forward because they kiss to me, there I bent and almost ate each other’s mouth, his tongue each other entangled and something tasty sweet tasting for me, but This idyll did not last long, because again split I wanted to break even in a brutal fuck you want me to penetrate and pushed him as jerk the door, almost even shout I could not be paralyzed or paralyzed, I just feel that total’m ready, my body and my legs were shaking, my hands on it I could not move, just waiting for the end, they stayed get away with it is very good and the comatose or drugged you with myself, I had no idea that there was still a living, breathing man, I screamed like a pig, but that this can be enjoyed not know me, I burst through

like a knife through butter, brutal dilation was, yeah, and breathe only hurriedly set, my body was filled completely with sweat, just two bödületes dick went at once to me as if he wanted to believe you’re on the whole, but this is the harsh reality was

Did you feel anything like some other planet did and I have no idea about it to something other dimension which always float and it’s like six thousand people along would go on me, but to describe the feeling you can not, Luka is fully dilated, the two húsdorong completely szétfoszlatta the sphincter and my now be made unlawful I do not know how long they fucked, but several hours must have been at least it felt like when she blinked tears in my eyes, a big shout woke up and they both enjoyed it lukamba, I think it totally filled up, I felt like the cum on my ass leaving my thigh constant melting left the earth, their tails pulled out of my ass, and that’s all I have said, now fagot bitch you are, what your lord and master Pepin, whose orders are always fulfilled. Bitch you know you should not because you have to dress naked and you travel when you want to split my breast to my mouth, well fuck you too, yeah megkívánlak when you sleep and I will fuck you, you fucking fagot animal. That’s how I started to get acquainted with a capital life.

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I looked at him, my mouth gapped open. He must be crazy, my mind screamed, but I said nothing as he stood up.

“Just lay back, it’ll be good,” He said, in that soothing, matter-of-fact tone of his.  Everything in me said this was wrong but I did nothing when he started to remove my clothes. Just sat there, until I was bare butt naked again. Then I felt him sucking on my nipples again and the rest was all a blur.  

In no time he was between my legs, licking from the bottom of my balls to the head of my leaking dick. Quivering like a bowl of jello, I gasped and writhed as he slowly licked lower and lower until I felt those magical sensations again.  

Glancing at the TV I saw the guys had switched and now the tall guy was “fingering” the one on the bed while the other guy straddled his face. Groans and smacks poured out the speakers and as I watched, I felt Mr. Simpson rubbing my asshole with his finger.  I knew what was about to happen but my dick was so hard and everything felt so good, I lay there passive, waiting.  

His finger slicked with spit, Mr. Simpson prodded it about my tight hole, then he pushed in. My toes wiggled and my dick stood straight up. Slowly his long digit advanced, my hole spreading to accept it. It was a bit uncomfortable at first but then he slipped my aching dick back in his mouth and I forgot about the finger.  

Certain I’d blow, I jerked my head up to watch. Mr. Simpson looked at me, his mouth swirling up and down my dick and then his finger sunk deep inside me. I felt it sliding around inside my hole, searching, it seemed.  My mouth forming an “O”, I gasped and shrieked when his finger found my prostate. I didn’t have a clue what it was then, just that there was a spot, somewhere deep inside me that his finger had magically found.  Bucking and moaning loudly, I accidentally squeezed my ass muscles and then everything went black. I heard myself bellowing, felt my asshole quivering, his finger stimulating that knot inside me, then I felt my dick leap in his mouth.  

Whooping like crazy, I bucked and writhed, my dick firing round after round of tiny explosions. Kaleidoscopes swirled behind my eyelids again and my head spun like a top. Once again, Mr. Simpson was right and that day, I made another advance into the heady world of male on male sex.  

I didn’t even complain when Mr. Simpson stood, his dick hard as a brick, and aimed it right at my mouth. Like a cock sucking whore, I took it in my mouth, letting him slide it back and forth on my tongue.  It only took a few thrusts before he was scalding the back of my throat with his spurting load. Like before I held it in my mouth, my eyes on his face as it contorted. When he pulled out, I went to the bathroom and spit his cum out again.  

He joined me at the sink, his arms embracing me as we stared in the mirror. I didn’t know it then but I was on the way to becoming a full fledged homosexual. I just knew it felt good to have him hold me and that it didn’t matter how much my conscience kept insisting this was somehow wrong.  I snuck over to his place frequently, after that. He was always glad to see me and I never knew where our sessions would lead, which excited me to no end. I was Mr. Simpson’s new toy and he hadn’t steered me wrong yet, so every visit was an adventure.  Mostly we’d fool around in his room but sometimes we’d do it in his living room, in front of that fantastic TV. I never got over how clear the picture was and how fascinating it was to hear sex in stereo.  Every time I wanted to get a good nutt, I’d hop the fence and duck below the hedges until I was safe inside his kitchen. Calling out for him, he was always happy to see me. And then the fun would start, sometimes, right in the kitchen.  A lot of times I didn’t even wear underwear, my need so great, I didn’t want the hindrance. My dick would always be hard by the time I got inside. He’d stare at it and smile and I’d blush like a school girl. Then he’d do something that felt good, like rubbing on it through my clothes or just reaching inside and stroking it.  I’d tremble, like the hot teen I was and then my clothes would be off before I could think. His tongue would work wonders on all of my hot spots, starting with my nipples and not stopping until I was flat my back, my legs in the air.  The bed, the shower, the couch in the living room, even one time on the kitchen table. I loved having him lick on my asshole and when he’d stick a finger up there, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d blast off.  I became insatiable, the few friends I had forgotten. It was me, my dick and Mr. Simpson. I don’t know, maybe I was falling for him, but it was all a mixed up bundle of emotions and desire in my head and I couldn’t sort it out. I just know it all felt good, the licking, the fingering and especially the hugs and kisses. Mr. Simpson could hold me like nobody and my teen desire ate it up like a hungry puppy.

Our experimentation continued until, what I’d feared the most came naturally. It was a late Sunday afternoon and we were in his bedroom. He’d positioned me on my knees and was behind me, his face planted between my butt cheeks.My head turned towards the window, I moaned softly, my dick jerking upwards, every time his tongue slapped across my hole just the right way. I was lost in ecstasy and didn’t even notice the pair of eyes, creeping over the window ceil.  Mr. Simpson stuck his tongue up my asshole and my eyes flung open, just in time to see Nicky dart out of sight.  

Panicked, I jerked up, my eyes bulged. This had to be a nightmare, I thought, running from the room. Mr. Simpson stared at me, confused as I stood in the hallway, peering around the door.

“What…?”  I motioned at the window, my heart beating so hard, I thought I’d pass out. He raised up, peering out the window but saw nothing.”Nicky!” I scream whispered.”Shit!” Mr. Simpson said, running to the window.  

But no one was there…

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If you are even in the least bit politically correct, you might want to skip over this story. What I am about to say might offend gay people who squirm when it comes to confronting sexual stereotypes such as the promisucuity or open displays of sexuality that the hetero right wing has bashed us with for years. But no matter how much of a PR challenge those stereotypes may present, the truth is that there is a huge component in the homosexual psyche that is sexually driven. I know because I am one of the many homosexual men who devotes most of my time in pursuit of that stimulation. As a result, I have a network of contacts that reinforce me in whatever pleasures I require. Behaviors once considered aberrant invariably appear on the internet with alternative gay support system; I am specifically thinking of a masturbation group I belong to that has not only encouraged masturbation amongst its members but also served as a mentoring community for men who wish to lift their masturbation to a compulsion. I have many friends in this group and we all agree that our sexual desires are so intense that the exteme is always our objective.

While gay men have always been more sexually active than straight men, I have seen, in just the last 10 years, an acceleratiion in sexual acting out that reflects the real core of the homosexual psyche. This years trip to Folsom Street Fair was like stepping into a gay wonderland, and more of a genuine representation of our community than the more known Gay Pride day held in June.

FSF spans 13 city blocks and occurred on a beutiful sunny day. Thousands of men were crammed into the area and many, like myself, stripped down to just sneakers and a backpack (to hold our clothes). I had been to two previous fairs so it was no shock to see men walking nonchalantly down the street with full erections and masturbating. To me, this would be the equivalency of a Norman Rockwell painting of Gaytown, USA. Along the sidewalks, men sat on the curbs naked and masturbating in ages ranging from early 20s to their 70s. A line of Port-a-Potties had been installed this year in hopes that open sexual contact would be less contentious with the city, but they werent very popular. The few I saw in use had men sitting on the toilets masturbating with the doors propped open.

Though this is a big event witht the Castro crowd, whats also interesting is to see the non-leather participants. Twinks and a slew of clean-cut urban homosexuals are just as much at home here as the leather crowd, and just as hungry to get down and dirty. Walking through the crowd that day, my cock was repeatedly touched and fondled in what the fair people call the “San Francisco Handshake”.

Of course there are vendors on site as well. Aside from food and refreshments, most are peddling porn or sex toys. One table featured a selection of dildos being promoted as the hottest selling line of toys sold in the gay community today. Made by two companies,one called Zeus and another Exotic Erotics, these massive ass splitters were lifelike reproductions of stallion cocks, right down to the pink and black markings. 15 feet away on the sidewalk, a handsome young man (I later found out he was a school teacher)lay on his back actually using one of the horse toys. I joined a group of about 25 men gathered around him to watch and take pictures. We all applauded when he worked the dick up his ass.

Around the corner, about a dozen men were kneeling on the pavelment serving as human urinals. By the time my friends and I passed them, it was well after 2 pm and many had been there since morning. The men looked tired and thoroughly drenched. One wore a face mask that looked like a miniature urinal.

Not far from the human urinals, we came across a new feature in this years fair and one I could fully appreciate. Two old black homeless men, most likely in their late 50s or early 60s, were sitting on two stacked milk crates with their shirts open and pants down. Between them, on the ground, was a wicker basket filled with 5 and 10 dollar bills. For $10, you could kneel between their old grandaddy knees and suck on their fat black cocks for 5 minutes. They both had cock rings on and looked bored. I paid $20 and stayed for 10 minutes. A crowd of mostly twinks stood in line to take their place. Hobosexuality is alive and well in SF.

I love the FSF and all the hedonism it entails. If you havent been, you have to go and let loose with all your inhibitions or self restraint. You wont be sorry!

My first impression of Curtis was heart stopping. As I stood at a urinal, I saw him coming out of the center booth in the row of five booths in our “Seniors Only” boys room, still fastening his jeans, trying, almost unsuccessfully, to enclose a very impressive bulge. The flash of his white jockey shorts was tantalizing. He saw me staring and ginned at me, walking towards me while finishing up his task.

“Fuckin’ tight jeans,” he muttered. “Wouldn’t wear ’em…” he paused, standing close, then added, looking me right in the eye, “…’cept to advertise.”

I guess my eyebrows jumped up in surprise at the comment because he started to laugh.

“I’m Curtis,” he told me.

“I’m Jack,” I said blushing.

He held out his hand to me. He was introducing himself.

“Oh!” I said in surprise, feeling myself redden even more deeply. I released my dick and grasped his strong hand with a firm grip.

“Nice cock,” he said, boldly staring down at my meat. I had just finished peeing when he came out of the booth, and had been so taken by the impact of his face, his physique and the outlines in his crotch that I had unconsciously turned enough to expose myself to him. He seemed very interested in what he saw. “I’ve only seen one or two uncut cocks, man!” he added huskily.

I didn’t know what to say. As we held each other’s hand firmly, I just stood there watching him look at my cock, feeling it slowly going on the rise in front of him. It was getting obviously more tubular.

“Looks like it’s a big one,” he appraised, softly, “or is it just all foreskin?” He even leaned down to get a closer look, palming his own full crotch as he did so.

I was dumbstruck. I had heard a new student had transferred into our senior class. This was my introduction to him. He was a knockout: tall, dark red headed, handsome, and about the sexiest guy I’d ever run into. His open attitude towards sex and his interest in my cock left me breathless. My cock kept expanding. Rapidly!

“No,” he went on softly, “I’d say this is a man-sized dick, here. Looks like a real mouthful!” He glanced up at my face. He wasn’t grinning. He was serious.

My mouth fell open as I stared into his bright eyes.

“Ever had it sucked, man?” he asked, his voice hardly audible.

I nodded dumbly. I didn’t know what else to do and I didn’t want to lie to him.

“You did, did you? Did you like it?” he asked, still bent over looking up at me. He was grinning again. He seemed very friendly and extremely sexy.

I nodded again. My dick was now twice the size it had been when he first caught a glimpse of it moments before. I knew it would continue to erect unless I purposely did something to stop it, like putting it back in my pants, but I couldn’t move – and didn’t want to.

“I’d like to suck it, man! Will ya let me?”

It was the sexiest question I’d ever heard. I just kept on nodding.

As he moved even closer, bending further as if to go down on me right then and there, he asked, “Shall I do it here, or should we go into a booth?”

We were apparently alone in the room at this particular moment, but privacy cannot be depended upon. I knew we should be cautious, but before I could say anything, he reached out and grabbed my cock with a knowing fist. “Com’on!” he whispered, excitedly, pulling me towards the booth he’d just vacated by tugging on my cock. I followed without protest, feeling my cock surge to complete rigidity in his hot, strong fist, and hearing his zipper being opened as we moved.

He slid his jeans and shorts to his ankles and sat down on the commode, leaning forward, his face in my crotch, his hands tearing at my belt and top button eagerly, exposing my now rampant erection. “Umm, man, this skin slides so smoothly,” he sighed as he began pumping my cock. “Look at this!”

I just thrust my hips at him and let him do what he wanted. It felt magnificent. It made me feel proud that he wanted to play with my dick. I loved the way he touched me and stimulated me. He knew how to handle cock; that’s for sure!

“It smells so good!” he sighed. “So sexy,” he added. “I want to tongue all that skin, man,” he whispered huskily, as he stared at the movement of my cockskin as he pumped cock. Then his tongue snaked out and made contact with the moving skin. It was electrifying! Such exquisite pleasure!

He held my hard cock straight out, pointed at his mouth as he tongued the foreskin, getting into its folds, swirling through the tightness around the cockknob, moaning softly with obvious relish. He liked my cock!

With a slurp, he broke free and looked up at me. “What a cock, man! It tastes better than any I’ve ever had!” Then, as I stared, he really went down on me, drawing almost half the length of my cock right into himself. I realized that part of it had to be in his throat. It amazed me that he could take so much of me into himself, yet I wanted to punch home even more! It was incredible!

As he worked his way down my cock, he slid a hand around to my ass and started to knead the muscles and to pull me into his face with eager effort. I worked with him and pounded cock down his throat, thrilling when my balls bounced against his chin. We both loved it!

I felt his other hand rubbing up and down near my knee and knew he was jacking off as he sucked me. Suddenly, I realized that I was hoping he wouldn’t reach orgasm before I could try sucking his cock. That thought so energized me that I humped forward and soared into orgasm, spurting my hot juice into him with giant jets of thick liquid, which he swallowed with audible slurps and noisy gulps. It was fantastic! It felt like I shot a gallon of cum into his demanding throat. As I came, I realized, once again, that jacking off just doesn’t carry the same degree of intensity as getting sucked off does. He didn’t back off until I was so completely empty I had to push on his forehead to get him to relinquish his prize.

“Oh! Man! That was perfect!” he said sincerely.

“Yes, perfect,” I agreed in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

“Look,” he said, leaning back and displaying an amazingly large erection highlighted by big balls and a fine reddish bush. “I’m ready to shoot a load, myself.” He looked up into my eyes. He wasn’t pleading. He wasn’t even asking. He was simply letting me know he was ready to shoot a load. If I wanted it, the next step was entirely up to me. I really wanted it!

I bent over, lowering my head towards the hypnotic goal, reaching out to brace myself by putting my hands on his strong thighs, while slowly going down on my knees. I don’t remember my knees touching the floor because the pressure of his cockhead against my lips, and then the surge of cock into my mouth, so overwhelmed me with sexual pleasure that the only thing I could focus on was sucking cock! Sucking big cock! Sucking the big cock of the guy who’d just sucked me off and swallowed my cum. It was overwhelmingly stimulating! Sensational!

I didn’t get that big cockhead into my throat. There wasn’t enough time, even though I really hadn’t yet had enough experience to try. But Curtis was so impassioned that after just a few sucks, running my tongue lovingly around that giant cockhead, he blew his wad right into me, as if trying to drown me in cum. It was heavenly. Hot, viscous fluids filled my mouth so completely and so often, I had to swallow over and over and over. For a moment, I thought he’d never stop cumming. I loved it!

When he was finished, he helped raise me to my feet. My erection was so hard and so red, oozing fresh fluids, it made Curtis realize I was already set for another explosion. Wordlessly he wend down on me again, and in seconds, it seemed, and really no longer than the first time, just as soon as I was back in his tight throat, I started hosing fresh cum into him, firing off so explosively that I thought I’d pass out this time. This second time was even better than the first!

“Man, you are a hot one!” he sighed when I pulled my spent cock out of his mouth. “I’d like to do this with you all the time.”

“Me, too,” I agreed, simply, when he reached up and grabbed me, pulling himself up to stand, rising to embrace me as we stood there, half-naked, our still-puffy cocks nuzzling one another. We hugged each other with intense affection.

After we rearranged our clothes, we went out to the sinks and washed. Curtis told me to rinse my mouth out so that others wouldn’t detect the smell of semen on my breath. He grinned when I said I hated to remove the taste of him from my mouth. But I did as he suggested and the two of us, now fast friends, left the boys room together, grinning.

We had not been caught, nor interrupted, and I was startled to find that very little time had passed. Eighteen-year-olds come so quickly.

Two days after my first romp with Curtis, I suddenly found David walking along the hall at my side. He was a straight-A student and something of a loner. I’d known him since grade school, but had never really had much contact with him. I was always playing sports and he seemed more bookish. Not a nerd, exactly, but somewhat remote. It was lunchtime and I was headed for the cafeteria.

“How’re ya doin’, Jack?” he asked.

“What’s up?” I asked, puzzled by this unexpected encounter.

“I brought a double lunch to school, today, and wanted to share it with you. Let’s go out and find a quiet spot where we can talk while we eat. Okay?” His voice seemed sort of breathless, expectant, even eager. His expression was very friendly.

“Okay, sure,” I agreed. “I’ll save some lunch money,” I added with a grin. The invitation struck me as odd, feeling almost like being asked out on a date, but I’ve always had a natural curiosity and I wondered what he was up to.

He led me through dense underbrush to a surprisingly secluded spot amid a grove of trees. I figured he had discovered such a spot in his quest to go off to be by himself. As I took the first bite out of the sandwich he gave me, he said, “It’s real private here. Sometimes I come out here and jack off.” Just like that.

My eyes opened wide at the admission, but my mouth was full and I couldn’t say anything except, “Huh?”

“Yeah, I come out here to jack off sometimes. You jack off, don’t you, Jack?” His tone was very casual and straightforward.

I nodded without thinking.

“Yeah, we all do. I really like doin’ it, don’t you?” Holding a sandwich-half in his left hand, he slid his right hand down into his crotch. It was a very erotic gesture.

I nodded, again.

“Yeah. Rubbin’ it. Takin’ it out. Playin’ with it. Gettin’ it real hard! Pumpin’ it! Jackin’ it! Shootin’ a big load all over the place! I love jackin’ off. It’s great!” His fist was sliding lewdly over his bulging crotch.

“Geez, David, why are you telling me this?” I finally said, catching my voice after swallowing that first bite of the sandwich. “Guys usually don’t talk to other guys about this stuff. Look at you. You look like you’re about ready to haul that big thing out and jack it off right in front of me.”

“It wouldn’t be the first hard cock you’ve seen, would it?” he said breathlessly. It wasn’t really a question. He knew something, I could tell. His hand kept massaging his crotch.

“Wadda ya mean?” I asked in a tense whisper.

“The day before yesterday, I was jacking off in the last booth in the boys room when that new guy, Curtis, came in. I lifted my feet up to hide from the intrusion. I didn’t want to be caught jackin’ off. And then I heard someone else come in to take a leak.”

“Oh!?” I was sort of shocked.

“Yeah, it turned out to be you, Jack!” he announced triumphantly.

“Me?” I asked defensively.

“Yeah. And I heard everything!”

“You mean…”

“Everything!” he repeated emphatically.

“Geez!” I sighed in a drawn-out whisper.

“Man! I came twice!” he said excitedly.

“You did?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah! I came when you came the first time. Then it got quiet so I looked under the partitions, wondering why, and saw you on your knees between his legs and it got me all excited again. When you came the second time, I did, too!” He was very animated as he spoke, and his fist was now fondling a very large lump in his pants.

“Wow!” I sighed.

“Yeah. And I’ve jacked off half-a-dozen times, at least, since then, just thinkin’ about the two of you together in that booth. Man, I had even wanted to sneak into the next booth, stand on the commode, look over the partition and watch you two in action. It was really hot! Just thinking of you on your knees in front of Curtis, really turns me on.”

“It does?” I asked in surprise.

“You’re so masculine and so sexy. I know why they call you ‘The Hood.’ It’s because you’ve got such a big foreskin. I’ve often fantasized about you when I’ve jacked off. But you were the last guy in school I figured to be interested in sucking cock, man. Did you like it? Did you like sucking cock?”

I looked at him for a long moment. He was alert and eager, obviously being open and honest with me. I liked that. And he was sexy, too, no doubt about it. Slim but well filled out. And that crotch bulge was very impressive. With a sort of half-sigh to the inevitable, I decided to be as open with him as he was with me.

“I fuckin’ loved it, man!” I admitted enthusiastically.

“You did?” he asked in genuine surprise.

“It was fantastic! I didn’t know if I would like it, but it was tremendous! Having his cock shooting its load in my mouth was wonderful!” I felt I was getting a little carried away with my enthusiasm, but David didn’t seem to notice.

“Man, I’d like to shoot a load in your mouth, myself,” he admitted eagerly, running his fist up the length of that bulge in his pants as if offering himself to me. “And I’d like to suck your cock, too!” he added sincerely.

I looked up at his face, breaking my gaze away from his crotch. He was serious. I unzipped. Food was forgotten.

The giant cock David unveiled for me seemed almost too big for his young body. It was the first ten-incher I’d ever seen; a good inch or so longer than my own, but on his slim body, it seemed even bigger. I was impressed. Delighted! Anxious to go down on it!

But David was a speedy little fucker and had my cockknob slurped into his hot, greedy mouth before I could move. The sensations of being sucked surged through me and I gave myself up to the pleasures of an oncoming orgasm. My body tensed; my stomach muscled tightened and my hips punched cock up into his face; my hand grabbed the back of his head with eager affection and with diligent control. I humped, sucked in my breath, and blasted off into gut-wrenching, cum-spewing, mind-blowing, sexual ecstasy, pumping my cum into him with gasping sobs of carnal pleasure.

He seemed to gag a bit at first, as if really new to this, but when I began shooting off into his mouth, he moaned with pleasure and swallowed shot after shot after shot as my robust load exploded into him. It wasn’t so much that his sucking caused my orgasm as much as it was the pleasure I took from knowing that he wanted to suck my cock, that he enjoyed sucking my cock, and that he willingly swallowed my load, regardless of his inexperience.

As soon as every drop of cum had been drained out of me, he sort of rolled off to the side, sighed, and whispered, “Oh, Jack, that was so good, I’m gonna shoot right now!”

I had that huge, helmet shaped cockhead in my mouth before he had finished the sentence. It expanded to steely hardness in my mouth, filling it, as my tongue swirled around the thick flanges of the tasty cockhead, feeling the slippery pre-cum freely flowing from the big slit, and I knew he would come in a flash. I sucked. Hard!

He grunted. Immediately, my mouth was flooded with cum. Not just filled, but flooded. A huge, sizzling spurt of viscous fluid jetted out so fast that my cheeks bulged before I could swallow. It was awesome! Excellent!

I sucked for more. And More! I couldn’t get enough! I wanted this giant cock to fill me up! And it did. Until I felt his hands on my ears, tugging to free his over-sensitized cockknob from my over-demanding suction.

“Oh, God!” I sighed as the big thing was withdrawn with a pop.

“Oh, man,” David sighed, breathing heavily, “I came more than I’ve ever come from jacking off.”

“Was this the first time, for you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly, but added, “and I’m thrilled that it was with you, Jack!”

“Me, too,” I agreed.

“I’d like to do this with you all the time!” he said with a grin. It was the exact same phrase he had heard Curtis use with me.

I jostled his hair affectionately, and repeated, “Me, too.”

“Wow!” he sighed.

“But you might find it fun to do it with Curtis, too,” I suggested, softly.

He looked startled. “Do you think he’d let me?”

“I think he’d love it!”

“Just the thought is getting me all hot, again,” he sighed.

As my mouth stretched once more over his giant cockhead, forcing the massive organ into myself, I realized that my senior school year was turning out far better than I had ever dreamed.

Like many gay men, I have had an attraction to straight men as long as I can remember. And my first man-crushes occurred before I was old enough to even know exactly what this overwhelming desire was. I grew up in rural Florida and developed a crush for the 65 year old black handyman that worked around the house on our farm. I can remember sitting on the back steps watching the sweat trickle down the white hairs on his barrel chest and wondering what it would feel like to touch his chest. I never did get to touch his chest, but over the years I did manage to fulfill some of those desires with other old black men. Of course, being attracted to straight men does present obstacles of sorts. Until, that is, about 15 yrs. ago when I was walking along the railroad tracks that skirt the perimeter of Philadelphia’s center city. It was a grey and blustary Thanksgiving day and I was returning home from a friend’s dinner nearby. Though now a well maintained promenade, back then this area was weeds, tracks, and the back end of buildings that were graffittied and boarded up. As I walked along the dirt path that meandered along the river, I caught sight of an old black man sitting under one of the overpasses that carry traffic from downtown over the river and into West Philly. He had receding grey hair, hadnt shaved in a long time, and was smoking a cigarette. He was husky and masculine looking, and I entered into a small cluster of trees where I knew he could see me and I could certainly see him. I leaned against a low tree branch and lit up a cigarette of my own. At first he ignored me, but once it was clear I was staring, he stood up and walked back amongst the pylons that held up the overpass. I stamped out my cigarette and followed him up under the bridge. It was obviously a homeless hangout, for as I proceeded behind the concrete pillers I came across the telltale evidence of the homeless. Flattened cardboard, lots of broken glass and trash, and discarded clothing. As I passed the last piller, I saw the man standing against the last wall taking a piss. He glanced over his shoulder so I knew he knew I was there. I leaned against one of walls opposite and could feel my heart pounding. Up until then, all of the old black men I had come onto had been in fairly blatant venues- mostly dirty bookstores and occasionally a restroom. This adventure would end up changing the way I would cruise forever. I nervously walked over to him as he stood still holding his cock and asked him pointblank if he wanted his cock sucked. Within seconds, I was on my knees sucking on his black cock with total abandon. It took about 15 minutes for him to cum, but when he did, it was like a load of hot yogurt shooting down my throat. I am often asked about hygiene issues, and I have to say that my desire for straight black men is so intense that I have, from day one, never been discouraged by that aspect of the homeless. Most of these guys havent bathed in a while, sometimes a long while, but to me, it just ripens that taste of dick I have enjoyed since I started sucking them. And as I did more and more of them, I got to the point where even the funkiest ones don’t discourage me.

While I never thought of paying escorts, it hasnt phased me one bit in coughing up 10 or 20 bucks to these guys. After all, they are straight and they are hard up. Not a problem for me. A lot of times, these guys will open their pants for a bottle of vodka or even a pack of cigarettes.

How do I meet these guys? I have one old man I met while he panhandled at an intersection outside a Home Depot. I had seen him there a few times and had a note I passed to him wrapped up on a $5 bill. It had my number on it and an offer for a fast $25, some liquor, and pussyporn. He called me the next day and before I knew it, I had the old man’s 11 inch dick up my ass. Another easy pickup spot has been bus station restrooms, especially in winter.

Its pretty amazing how popular hobosex has become, especially with guys in their 20’s. If anyone is interested, check out the website Hobofoot which has a lot of pics of some of these guys.

My association with the group started at a new gay-popular “wine bar” downtown, a get-together with a pleasant looking, friendly fellow who introduced himself as Mark. After a bit of chit-chat, he asked if I were open to bi scenes, which he referred to as “swing” sessions. I said that I’d never done one before, to which he asked, “No group stuff – or girls?” I said “neither” to both. He followed up with an offer to attend a session in the near future, if I were interested. If Mark were going to be present and naked, I was quite interested, so I said, Oh, sure!” He followed up by email that evening that it’d be great meeting me, and about two weeks later, I heard from him again that there was a “session” scheduled for that Saturday afternoon; I confirmed that I was, indeed, interested.

I was greeted at the door of the house by an older guy (well, 50’s it seemed to me), slightly overweight, glasses … picture of a suburban grandpa, name of Dan, who escorted me down to a rec room in the basement where Mark was waiting. A couple of minutes later, two other guests entered. Henry was tall and WASP-y looking, mid-forties with thinning blond hair in a pseudo-combover that seemed an effort to stave off facing the inevitable. Barry appeared a bit older, and around 5’5″ in height, with dark bushy hair and round, tortoiseshell-type glasses, all very academic. For the record, I was 50 with curly red hair (thinned some such youth), blue eyes, standing at 6’1″ last I checked. Mark, by the way, had a teddy bear persona, best way I can put it – a little shorter than I was, brown hair, brown eyes.

As “host”, he explained that we, the guests, were all new to “swinging” so there was no pressure at all to perform; everyone understood the score. “Girls aren’t for every inexperienced guy, but we’ve found most new folks get into the scene fairly easily. I’m confident this session will go very well.” With that, he lead us upstairs to the living room, where we encountered …

Four people having a good laugh (over a joke that was never explained) – two naked women, and two men in thong-like skimpy undies and white t-shirts reading PUSSYHOUND! My very first thought was that Dan looked damned hot that way, the posing-pouch front piece showing quite a bulge, and the bikini back fitting his full ass perfectly. The new guy, Lawrence, was decked out in a tiny green number that left essentially zero to the imagination, especially that he was a show-er, not a grower! With a goatee, graying hair, and narrow black-framed specs, he seemed almost like a CEO in search of his poolside drink. Honey seemed like she’d escaped from a Renaissance fair – tall with blue eyes, and falling blond locks, including fluffy pubes to match, a bit flat chested for those who care about that sort of thing, but she had bearing, buckets of it. Finally, there was Mae, who was certainly NOT flat chested, definitely C, if not D, with brown hair and eyes, and shaved (or waxed). Talk about a study in contrasts! Later we were to learn they were bi, occasional partners, but not an actual couple. Meanwhile, Mark had stripped down to his t shirt and a pair of black bikinis He was the only one with an erection, so he went first by default.

There wasn’t much of a lull either as within just a few minutes of our arrival, he had shucked the skivvies, slapped on a rubber, and he and Honey were making out on the couch like a porn movie come to life. We newbies had barely had time to strip to our own skivvies (none nearly as racy) as had been indicated by Dan. The sight of the guy kissing and fondling the blond princess was a lot to take in. Henry thought so, too, as he and I were each getting hard; Barry wasn’t nearly so excited. From what I could gather, Dan brought her to orgasm with his fingers, and then replacing it with his cock because their moans were pretty damned synchronized! I was having trouble following them, while instinctively checking on Henry next to me, and sneaking glances at Dan, who was making out with Mae on the other sofa. His hardon may not have been popping out of that pouch, but there seem to be A LOT of activity in there! She was stroking his thighs, while he suckled those melons. I was on sensory overload.

… and he scores! The scene shifted a bit after Mark busted his nut. It seems Dan wasn’t destined to make it as far as penetration; instead, Mae switched a handjob and he was away cleaning up with Mark. Had I been touching myself then, I would’ve joined him with the nut-busting. Henry, at that point, asked me if I wanted to sample Honey while he checked out what Mae had on offer. I thought it sounded like a plan, and as we were making our way towards the ladies, Dan reappeared, still in “uniform.” I wanted that cock any way I could get it: ass, mouth, or even a repeat handjob, I didn’t care! He asked how close we were to shooting, to which we replied, “Not that far!” So, he winked at the gals, who seemed to get what he was signaling, causing Mae to move next to Honey on the larger couch. We had already rubbered-up, so it was a matter of getting into position, which was done by Dan coming up behind us, slapping us each on the back, saying “Go!” and we were off like racehorses. It felt like cheating on the poor gals, but Henry and I couldn’t helping looking at each other more than concentrate on them. I did know, however, that I had made exactly the right decision in showing up that day. I had never fucked a guy before, so had no direct comparison, but Honey’s hole was so hot that I would’ve been willing to agree to a cover photo on the next day’s paper, “Bi Buds Sharin’ Babes!” for the experience. It was That Damned Good! Unfortunately, I came a lot sooner than I’d wanted, while Henry got in a few more minutes of bliss. He asked me afterward, while we were getting dressed, “You feel that was few years overdue, too?” to which I replied, “D’uh!”

Finally, Barry paired off with Mae, while Lawrence and Honey did a sort of book-ended closing number that closely paralleled Mark’s opener. I was still on a Honey high myself, but Lawrence was so damned attractive, that my new bisexual status was searing into my brain. Barry, on the other hand, seemed to be taking it slow, almost too much so … but his nine-inch cudgel (far larger than the group average) was a real viewing pleasure. Henry was making gagging sounds, as though he hoped to be on the receiving end of it himself soon!

After the women left, there was a followup “debriefing” session to answer questions, and hear feedback from the newbies; one item covered was the “staff uniform,” being explained that the shirts were a tradition, and the skivvies requested by the ladies. I mentioned I felt bad for shooting so fast, which Dan said as quite common initially. Barry said he was specifically interested in cunnilingus, to which Lawrence replied that he was also, and gave “private tutoring” with a girlfriend. Henry thought the group worked better for him, and wasn’t sure he’d so interested in women individually? The “staff” accepted that such was entirely possible, and fine if it were so. As a final item, the guys gave introductions, which made sense then rather than earlier.

Mark: “I’m 46, was exclusively gay until two years ago. These days I still prefer guys giving me head to gals, but my fucking is mostly pussy, very little guy ass.”

Lawrence: “I’m 51, and started swinging just under three years ago. I suppose I’m one the more ‘successful graduates’ in that I was skeptical I’d like straight sex at all, and wasn’t all that impressed at first. One of the staff contacted me later to ask about MMF with a girlfriend of his, and since then he’s pretty the only guy I’ve had sex with, and I’ve had a few ‘girlfriends’ of my own.”

Dan: “By now you’ve figured out that all of the staff started with women later in life. By a sort of coincidence, I started on my 53rd birthday, and my 55th is next week. If the other person is under 30 or so, gender doesn’t matter; otherwise, I don’t do much one-to-one over that, group only.” (Here I thought he was former military fucking women almost daily!)

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I found I was counting down the minutes the entire week to fuck the gals again; all three of us were present the following Saturday for the second round, and the other new-bi’s agreed it’d been pretty much the same for them. We were given the PUSSYHOUND! shirts we’d earned to wear from now on during “swingers” sessions. The difference this time was a fourth “veteran” present, Scott, tall and thin with longish hair down to his collar, reminding me of a tennis pro or surfer. He and Mae put on an actual live sex show to get things started. I really wanted some “private tutoring” with him because he put on a real Adult Film Awards performance, including pussy-eating that had her actually squirting all over his face. Later, he explained that he was 43, having spent his twenties and thirties being part of the “bisexuality is a wimpy crock!” crowd, totally dismissing the idea. Until … he agreed to join a hot guy he’d met, Darryl, and his wife Lisa, for an MMF session to get access to Darryl’s cock. Darryl had declared that if Scott wanted to blow him, he had to fuck Lisa first (they knew he was a virgin). Scott decided, “Oh well, okay, I guess it’d worth it …” As he put it, the minute his cock hit her pussy he was completely possessed. He’d thought it’d just be a matter of thrusting until he filled the rubber and pull out of her, but he found himself fondling and kissing her breasts and kissing her on the mouth as though he’d been doing it his entire life. Darryl and Lisa agreed that’s what it seemed like to them as well; they were certain he was NO virgin until he swore up and down it had been his first time! He did blow Darryl afterwards, but as much to accommodate Lisa who loved to watch guy-guy action, since his enthusiasm for the job wasn’t nearly what it had been at first. He further stated that his sex life is heavily centered on couples now, as well as seeking a female partner to entertain bi men.

As for the status of the rest of my “class” … a year later, the guy who seemed the most hesitant, Barry, is the one most affected by the experience; word has it he has put guys completely on hold, spending time with several women (separately). Henry and I get together every so often. He divides his time fairly equally between men and women, including Anna, whom he met by chance at the public library of all places! I mention her for two reasons: I was stunned by how strongly I wanted to screw her as soon as we were introduced, maybe it’s that’s she’s kind of pixie-ish and androgynous; luckily, Henry had told her about his “start with women” and she’s always excited as hell to take on two “class graduates” at once. She volunteered to be part of the staff as she’d fantasized about making it with gay guys for years, but never thought she could find any!

How has my sex life changed (apart of those occasional three-ways)? Well, there are a couple of bi gals who get very excited watching me take Mark’s beer can down my throat before we turn our attention to them. My biggest news of all is that I’m going to be a papa! Twice! Mark must shoot blanks! Honey and Mae decided they were all for being parents, so why fuss around with other options when they loved sex with us?

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As the new academic year begins, Austin, the college baseball coach, provides room and board at his home for his new outstanding freshman shortstop, Chase. With the year’s baseball budget significantly reduced, coach Austin subsidizes the budget by opening his home to his new star recruit.

Chase and Austin’s personalities are perfect matches for living together. They both are mild mannered, possess a great sense of humor, love the game of baseball, are neat housekeepers and devoted to hard workouts to stay in shape.

Chase is a 19-year-old baseball star. During his senior year in high school, he batted 500 with 36 home runs. He was also the top academic student in his class.

Chase stands 5′ 10″ and weighs a rock hard and well trimmed 158 pounds. He is of Swedish ancestry featuring deep blue eyes, short trimmed blond wavy hair and a hairless body except for his underarms and crotch area. He is muscled with a zero fat count and a beautiful smooth cut 8-inch cock with unusually large balls. He has a bubble smooth ass.

Coach Austin is a 30 year-old single man in his fourth year as the college baseball coach. He is a great example for his players as to fitness and a dedicated workout schedule. He stands 6 feet and weighs a solid 167 pounds. His body is muscular and rock hard. Austin is a second generation Irish American. His features include hazel eyes and a head covered in well trimmed dark red hair. He has a smooth body with a string of fuzzy red hair flowing from his chest down to his crotch. He has light red hair on his legs and a smooth shaven ass. Austin has big balls and a sick cut 9.5″ gorgeous cock.

Austin picks up the story at this point.

As we finish the third week of school, I give the players the day off from practice on that third Friday. Chase gets home around 2 PM after his last class. Although he knows I do not get home until around 5:30 PM each day, on this given day, I come home at 3 PM to pick up some baseball data.

When I enter the house, I hear loud moaning and hard breathing coming from the TV/DVD player as well as Chase. When I enter the living room, I observe Chase lying on the floor with his pants and briefs down to his ankles with his huge 8″ cock in his hand as he is wildly jacking off to one of my Gay adult videos. Chase is moaning and wildly bucking his hips up and down as he lies on his back. I can see spit on his cock as well as precum on the head of his cock.

My first reaction is to gasp causing Chase to quickly pull up his pants and turn blood red in the face. I go over to him, knell down and say: “Chase, do not be embarrassed. Masturbating is a very normal act for a young stud like you. In your present horny state, you should not stop. It looks like you could use some help in getting off to this hot Gay video.”

Chase breaks out in a huge smile and begins starring at my now stiffening cock that is attempting to escape my pants. He regains his composure and says: “Coach, I could use some help. I need to relieve this five day built up cum load. What do you suggest we do?”

Without answering, I remove Chase’s shoes, socks, pants and briefs. Chase removes his shirt so he is now butt naked. I take Chase’s rock hard cock in my hand, add gobs of my spit and begin wildly jerking him off. Chase is so turned on that he starts bucking his ass up and down to add pleasure to my grip on his blood filled hot cock.

He begs me to not stop and he starts reaches for my over heating crotch.

I ask him if he has ever had a blowjob from either a man or woman. He answers: “No, Coach. Just before you got here, I saw two hot guys on the video giving each other blowjobs. I am so horny and would love my first blowjob. Please suck my cock. Please Coach.”

I am now on fire. I stand up and rapidly remove all my clothes until I am butt naked with a raging rock hard cock.

I am also so turned on by Chase’s white and blue baseball cap he is till wearing. I love to see a guy fuck while wearing a cap. It is such a hot and horny scene.

I put a pillow under Chase’s bubble pink ass as he continues to lie on his back on the floor. I get down between his sexy red hairy legs and start wetting his asshole, his balls and his cock with my growing supply of spit. He is in for not only a hot blowjob but also the licking and sucking of his man pussy and ball sac.

I begin by using my tongue to make long wet strokes from his ass, to his balls and up the cock shaft. I kiss, lick and suck up and down from his ass to his cock over and over. Chase and I are smelling the rich masculine odors of his sexy manhood as well as our leaking cocks. We are both adding to the scent from our sweaty bodies.

I insert a finger into Chase’s pulsating very wet man pussy. He is begging for more and more. I have never seen a young stud so horny and wild for sex. I pound his ass with my fingers.

It is now time to give Chase his first full blowjob that he is so craving. I kiss up and down the large hot and wet shaft. Next I slide my tongue up and down his shaft for a long time. I pause and kiss his soft pink inviting lips and insert my tongue deep into his mouth so he can enjoy the precum I have recovered from his leaking cock.

Chase moans, breaths hard and begs: “Oh, Coach, I love the taste of my cum and the odors from my ass. I am so horny.”

I go back down on his trobbing cock and begin to slide hius overheating penis down my throat. As an experienced cock sucker, I have no trouble swallowing the entirte huge tool over and over. I love the feel and taste of one of the most smooth and delicious cocks I have ever had in my mouth.

Chase is producing more and more precum for my meal. His white thick cream has a salty and yet sweet taste that I love. The juices from his cock and my mouth are creating a sloppy sound as I suck this beautiful cock faster and faster.

Chase is bucking wildly and I am amazed how long we go without Chase exploding in my mouth. When he nears a climax, I pull off his gorgeous cock and place more kisses on his sexy lips.

After a brief rest, I suggest we get in a 69 position so we can give each other a blowjob that will be Chase first cock sucking of a man. He loves the idea.

Chase has learned qucikly how to suck my cock in the same way he picks up tips in baseball practice. He is a quick study. First, he takes my cock in his hot hand and jacks me off as I leak precum on his hand. He is good. Next he licks up and down my cock while applying gobs of spit to my rock hard cock. He begins to swallow my erect cock inch by inch. My goodness, he soon is deep throating me without gagging. He is already a pro cock sucker. I have never had a hotter and more smooth mouth blowing my cock. I am near cumming.

We suck and lick each other’s cocks for the longest time. We are both leaking strings of precum, sweating and smelling many Gay man odors. It is heavenly. I love his athletic body but more important I love this gentle man. He is the best.

Before we both go beyond no return, we stop and rest. I get an unbelievable request from Chase. He looks deep into my eyes and says: “Coach, I thank you so much for letting me stay with you this year. You are the kindest person I have ever known and I truly love you. Please fuck me. I want your beautiful blood filled cock up my ass. As I learned from the video, can I be your bitch? I crave your cock inside me. Fill me with your seed.”

In my excitement and horny condition, I take chase’s face in my hands and plant sloppy kisses on his lips and plunge my tongue deep into his throat. Our tongues mingle and produce lots of wet spit. I then say to Chase: “Baby, the answer is yes. Tonight I will end your virginity by fucking your man pussy. You will be my bitch and your ass will belong only to my cock.” Both our cocks begin to twitch with the anticipation of the fucking that is about to take place.

I take Chase to the bathroom where we both clean oursleves and have a douch bath to prepare for bareback sex and ass eating.

We got to my bedroom and I place Chase on his back on the bed. Our cocks are once again fully erect as I mount his beautiful body. I lie flat on top of him and begin wildly humping as our cocks rub against each other and produce more precum on our bodies. We wildly engage in sloppy kisses as I continue to grind my cock into his crotch.

We are moaning and breathing hard with our lustful desires as our bodies heat up. After some time in this sexy position, I start moving down Chase’s body while kissing and licking his neck, his armpits, his rock hard nipples, his chest, his abs and finally reaching the head of his steamy cock. I give him another brief blowjob before going for his man pussy. Chase is twisting and moaning with pleasure as I prepare to fuck his eager pink ass.

Chase is begging for me to fuck him. I take a pillow and place it under his ass and lift his legs up to his chest. I have him place his hands under the back of his knees to hold his legs in place. I begin to tongue fuck his ass.

After several minutes of tongue fucking, I take a bottle of lube and use my fingers to lubricate his ass by inserting my lubed fingers into his man pussy to create a wet and sclik entrance for my cock. I lube my cock and slowly enter this virgin ass inch by inch bareback. Chase lifts his ass off the pillow to assist my deep pounding. Chase moans and begs: “”Oh, Coach, your cock hurts me. Please slow down.” I slow down until the pain turns to a desire for my full cock.

This young athletic stud is amazing as he gradually accepts my entire 9.5″ down his channel. I begin to drill his man pussy harder and harder. The lube, my precum and the sweat from my cock and his ass are producing a remarkable sloppy piston action. I have never enjoyed any man pussy this much.

I fuck this stud until I feel my cock head enlarge even more, my balls rise and release a monstrous cum load out of my cock piss slit that begins to drown Chase’s pussy with my seed. I count eight huge bursts followed by four small bursts. This has to be my largest load cum ever.

The feel of my cum in his ass causes Chase to erupt with a huge river of warm cum on his abs, stomach and face. We are drowning in cum.

Now spent, I pull out and suck my cum from his ass. I then kiss Chase so he can share the taste of my large cum load. Next I lick his cum off his body and kiss him again. We are sharing our cum with each other. I lie down on top of Chase as we kiss and melt our bodies together enjoying more eroticism.

During the next few months, we share my bed each night and have many more nights of hot sex.

In November, Chase goes home for Thanksgiving. On Friday following Thanksgiving, I receive a call from my buddy Chase. He tells me how much he has missed me during the week by saying: “Coach, I miss you so much and tonight I am so horny. I need to masturbate. I am nude on my bed and I need to jack off. Please talk dirty to me on the phone. Please tell me what you are going to do to me when I get back on Sunday.” I get an instant hard on and horny for this stud.

“Yes, baby, when you get back, I will throw you on our bed, rip off all your clothes and devour your whole body. I am going to suck your big cock until it explodes in my mouth. You will deep throast my cock until I feed you my huge cum load. You will swallow all my cum. Then you will pound my ass as I clap down hard on that gorgeous cock of yours and not let go until you explode in my man pussy. Then you will eat the cum out of my ass. I will do the same for your man pussy.”

We are both moaning and our breasthing is intense over the phone. Chase cries out: “Coach, I am jerking my rock hard cock in my hand and can you hear me strike my cock against the phone. Can you hear the sound of my hard cock?” “Oh, yes Chase I can.” This puts up both over the edge as we both shoot a huge load on our bodies. I then suggest over the phone: “Baby, lets both eat our cum before we hang up. Mmmmm this taste good.”

We both breath easier and Chase says: Coach, good night and thanks. I can hardly wait to see you Sunday.” I respnd: “Good night, baby. I can hardly wait and I love you. See you Sunday.”

THE END

I was born in the Czech Republic in 1990. When I came to the United States, I was around 14, and I felt all alone. English was not my strong suit, so I had to carry my smartphone around so It can translate some hard words for me to learn, and what they meant in the Czech language. Im a good-looking Czech, im tanned, I stand at about six feet, 175 lbs, I have brown hair which I keep spiked in the front, and green eyes. Most of the people I know say that my eyes are my dominant recognizable feature. I’ve been in the U.S. For eight years now and currently I am living in New Hampshire. In my younger days, I was bullied in high school because of my name, where I’m from, my knowledge of the English language, pretty much everything. I will never understand the American children’s obsessions with hurting other people. But, let me elaborate about myself. My name is Ondrej Sedlacek, My last name means “small land owner” in Czech. And Ondrej means “Andrew.” I got the name from my ancestors long ago. They owned lots of small amounts of land in the countryside and were very wealthy. I’m heading back to Prague for a weeks holiday, and I can’t wait to go back. I’m leaving tonight and I’m meeting up with an old friend when I get there. I packed my bags and went to the airport. I checked in, went through security, and waited for my flight. I noticed a good-looking boy, probably around 19, kept staring at me. Almost checking me out. Our eyes met and he looked towards the bathroom. My eyes followed suit and I looked back at him. He flashed a seductive smile and he got up and entered the bathroom. I was compelled to follow and I did. I walked in and he was shirtless, rubbing his toned chest. We lunged flares eachother and ravaged eachothers mouths with our tongues. I felt his hands slide up my abs and broad chest. I never broke the kiss. He leaned up against the wall and wanted me to fuck him raw. We didn’t waste any time. I unbuttoned my pants and he pulled down his jeans just enough to expose his beautiful ass. I spat in my hand and rubbed my big Czech cock. I inserted it hard and he grunted out of complete pleasure. I grabbed his hips and thrusted long and hard. The young man was moaning and begging for more. I thrusted faster, sweat was dripping down my forehead. He had his fist in his mouth to muffle the screams of pleasure.

“je to tak dobrý … Miluju svůj sladký zadek.” I whispered. 

“oh give me your Czech dick!!” he screamed. 

“how did you… Know I was Czech?” I asked as I thrusted his plump ass. “your language.” I did a study in college… Oh!!! About… Central Europe.” he said gasping. I was getting close. “oh god… I’m going to cum.” I whispered. “give it to me Czech boy!” he said. And with that, I had the best orgasm I’ve ever had. We rested there until I heard my flight being called. “well, Its been real dude. Gotta go.” i said. “wait! What’s your name?” he asked as I turned around. “Ondrej.” I said smiling. I left the bathroom, boarded the plane and sat down. 

We soon took off and I finally fell asleep. 

9 hours later

I wake up feeling a thud as the 747 landed in Prague. I rubbed my eyes and cracked my back. The flight attendant said over the intercom. “ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying united airlines. The temperature in Prague right now is 68 degrees. Please remain seated until the plane reaches the gate. Thank you.” she repeated it in Czech. Before long, we exited the plane and I walked towards the security. I walked through the metal detector and picked up my carry-on bags. I walked through the doors to be greeted by the mild air. And there stood Pavel. 

“hi Ondrej jeho hezké tě zase vidím!” (hi Andrew! I’ve missed you a lot!)

“hey pavel. Stýskalo se mi spoustu!” (hey pavel! I’ve missed you!) we embrace and I finally felt home again.

“objímá Ameriky?” (how’s America?) he asked.

” dobrý. Bydlím ve státě New Hampshire. Miluju to tam, ale jsem vynechal domů.” (good, I live in the state of new Hampshire. I love it there, but I missed home.) I replied. We embraced and left the airport together.

tak, jak je vaše přítelkyně? 

(so, hows your girlfriend?) i asked.

“dobrý. Ona a já se stále vzdálená, a já potřebuju změnu. tak jsem … v prdeli asi s někým.”

(good, but she and i are becoming distant, and i needed a change. So…. I fucked around with someone.) he said with a sly smile.

“kdo?” (who?) I asked.

“Nepoužívejte vyšilovat nebo tak něco, ale … to bylo … chlap.” (don’t freak out or anything… But it was a…guy.) 

“Myslíte si, že je homosexuál?”

(do you think your gay?) I asked

“Nevím, možná.” (I dont know, maybe.) 

“dobře, známe přicházejí do styku na dlouhou dobu, takže im nebude soudit Pavel.” (well, we’ve known eachother for a long time, so I’m not going to judge you pavel.) I replied. He embraced me so tightly, I thought he was going to crush me. It felt good to be home.

It was a typical day for me. I got up and got ready to go to school. I went downstairs for breakfast telling my parents good morning. Mom set a plate in front of me filled with eggs and bacon and waffles already buttered. I grabbed the syrup and poured some on my waffles. Mom sat across from me and asked, “So what are your plans for this weekend?”

“I don’t have any plans, cuz nobody asked me to join them for any parties or what have you.” I replied.

“Oh, ok well, will you let us know if that changes?” She asked and I nodded that I would let them know. My mom looked at the clock and said, “Oh, you better eat quickly, so you won’t be late for school.”

I got up and drained my O.J. and gave a peck on my Mom’s cheek as I grabbed my coat and backpack. I got to Mona’s and knocked on the door, and she answered and I told her we had better leave or else we will be late to school.

We got to school just as the warning bell rang and I bolted inside so I wouldn’t be late to class. I got to my locker and threw my bag in and grabbed my books and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Wes standing there looking sexy as always with his crew cut haircut and chocolate brown eyes and full lips that were perfect for kissing. He wore a navy blue t-shirt that hugged his torso showing off his pecs and broad shoulders with Calvin Klein blue jeans that hung low on his hips but still showed off his ass and had a nice bulge in front.

“Hey, Andy. I was wondering when you wanted to have lunch together?” He asked.

I just stood there dumb-struck, because I didn’t think he was actually serious about having lunch together.

“Hello, earth to Andy….” I heard him say, while waving a hand in front of my face.

I shook out of my trance and said, “Huh?”

“I asked when you wanted to have lunch?” he said.

“Oh, um yes. Sorry for zoning out. I didn’t think you were actually serious about having lunch together!” I replied.

“Um, why would you think I wasn’t serious when I asked you for lunch?” he asked.

“Because you’re a jock, and I’m not in the popular crowd. I mean, look at me! Do I look like a popular student? No, I don’t. And what is your reason for asking me to lunch anyway?”

“I want to make up for knocking you down the other day. I feel bad about it.” he replied, confused at my angry retort.

“Oh, so this offer to take me to lunch is a pity offering? I don’t think I am going to do lunch with you. You can shove it!” I turned and headed to class and heard him calling after me to stop. I didn’t stop and walked into class.

I was furious with him, but I was more furious with myself because I thought I would take a chance and see what would happen. Well, I see the way it turned out and decided that I wasn’t going to let myself get hurt because someone showed an interest in me.

I left first period and headed to my locker and saw a piece of paper stuck in my locker door. It was a note from Wes, and it said that he was sorry for making me think he invited me to lunch out of pity and that his invite was not what I thought it was. He even wrote his number with a p.s. saying “If you feel more comfortable talking over the phone instead of face to face, call me.”

I started to feel bad so I put the note in my back pocket so I could get him to explain later. I grabbed my books for my next class and saw Mona at her locker and went to talk to her.

“I suck.” I said dejectedly.

Mona closed her locker and gave me a look of concern and asked, “What are you talking about? What happened, cuz you look terrible.”

“I feel terrible. Wes asked me at the beginning of school today when we would go to lunch together, and I asked why he wanted to go to lunch with someone like me, and he said he wanted to because he knocked me down on the first day of school. I started to get mad and asked him if it was a pity lunch or what and then left to go to class. He ran after me and I kept walking and I went to my locker after first period and saw a note stuffed in my locker from him.”

“And what did the note say? She asked me.

I pulled the note out of my pocket and gave it to her to read, which she did and then looked at me with a look of confusion.

“So what does he want to explain?” She asked.

“I don’t know!” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I am starting to feel like the world’s biggest jerk.”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to find out exactly what he means,” she said.

“Okay, if you think I should….” I replied back.

Mona walked me to my next class and told me to meet her for lunch on the quad, and I nodded that I would.

I walked into my second period and began to mull over whether or not I should talk to him face to face or over the phone. My friend Jimmy snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention and I looked over at him with a questioning look and he pointed at the teacher.

I looked up and the teacher was looking at me like she was waiting for an answer. “What was the question?” I asked her, and she had a scowl on her face and said, “I will see you in after-school detention, Mr. Russo.” My classmates snickered at my misfortune while I groaned in despair.

After the bell rung, I got my books and bag together and left the classroom and headed to my locker to put away my books and looked for Mona at the same time to tell her not to wait for me after school due to my detention. I spotted her and waved her over and told her and she said she wouldn’t wait. The rest of the day passed in a blur.

As the bell rang for the end of school, I put everything in my locker except my bag and my homework and headed to Ms. Rainey’s classroom to do my detention. I walked in her room and sat down at a desk about three rows back and she looked up from the papers on her desk and looked at me and said, “What got into you during class this morning? You were on a different planet from what I could tell. Is there something bothering you?”

I just looked at her and told her it was nothing, and she replied, “Well, if you ever want to talk about anything, my door is always open to anyone. I make sure to check judgement at the door before school.”

I looked at her with a look of fear, maybe guessing she knows about me. I started to squirm in my desk and she quickly told me that I wasn’t in serious trouble, but just letting me know that she is one to listen to whatever problems that any student is going through.

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough when she said I could leave. I grabbed my bag and ran out of school and started to walk home. It started to get cooler now that fall was just right around the corner. I was about halfway home when a car pulled up beside me, and I heard a voice asking me if I wanted a ride. I looked over at the car and stopped in my tracks…. It was Wes! My heart jumped in my throat and my mouth went dry. He asked if I wanted a ride, and I replied, “No, thanks. I’m almost home.”

“No, you’re not!” he replied. 

I looked at him with curiosity, and he just grinned at me.

“How do you know where I live?” I asked.

“I drive past your house on my way to work on the weekends.” he said with a slight grin gracing his face.

“Oh, well if it’s not too much a bother….” I said nervously.

“Not a problem, honestly.” he said, unabashedly.

I was kind of nervous to be in a car with a guy who I have had a crush on for as long as I can remember. I climbed in his car and put my bag between my feet and crossed my arms hoping that he wouldn’t notice how nervous I was. He tried to make small talk and I answered him in monosyllabic answers. I guess he noticed how nervous I was and stopped asking questions. We rode in silence til he stopped in front of my house and I opened the door to get out and felt him grab my arm. I looked over at him with a questioning look and he asked, “Will you call me later so we can talk?”

“Um, sure. If you want me to call you…” I replied nervously.

“If I don’t hear from you tonight, then I guess I will see you tomorrow?” he asked.

“Sure.” I replied. “Thanks for the ride home, I really didn’t want to walk all that way home.” I added, as I shut the car door and headed towards the house. As I got to my door, I looked back at Wes and I waved at him and he waved back as I opened the front door and walked in.

“Mom, Dad, you home?” I asked and I heard Mom say she was in the kitchen. I went to drop my bag in my room and wash up for dinner. I walked in the kitchen and gave Mom a kiss on her cheek and she asked me, “Why are you home so late? Did you not get a ride home with Mona?”

“I was in detention with Ms. Rainey.” I said.

Mom stopped what she was doing and looked at me with a look of concern and I told her, “I was in detention because I wasn’t paying attention in class, that’s all, honest!” I said quickly.

“So how did you get home?” she asked.

“Um, well I started to walk home, then Wes pulled up and offered me a ride home…” I said nervously. I saw Mom raise an eyebrow and turned back to making dinner.

“It’s nothing Mom, honestly. Jeez, it’s not like I got into a fight or anything major. She just wanted to let me know that if there was anything bothering me, that I could talk to her about it if I wanted to. Like today, I kinda got into it with Wes about us going to lunch together because he knocked me down the other day and wanted to take me to lunch to make up for it and I accused him of taking me to lunch out of pity and I ran away without giving him a chance to explain himself and he wrote me this note (which I pulled out of my back pocket and gave it to her to read, which she did), and that is the reason Ms. Rainey kept me after school.”

“So what are you going to do? Are you gonna talk to him face to face or over the phone? You want my two cents? Well, I think you should talk to him and soon because if I am interpreting this note right, then he really does want to apologize for knocking you down by taking you out to lunch and to get to know you better. So what are you going to do?” She asked, and I just slumped against the counter with my face in my hands, groaning.

“I don’t know Mom, on one hand I really do want to go to lunch with him, and on the other I am wondering why. I mean he is absolutely good-looking and popular and I’m not any of that!” I moaned.

Dad entered the kitchen at this moment and gave Mom a quizzical look. She explained the situation. After Dad heard everything, he went into protector mode and wanted me to invite Wes over for dinner sometime so that he and Mom can meet Wes and get an opinion. I looked at my Dad with a look of utter fear and Mom agreed with Dad that I should invite Wes over for dinner sometime.

After dinner, I went to my room and started my homework. I got halfway done with it when I couldn’t concentrate any longer due to the fact I had thoughts of Wes running rampant around inside my head. I pulled out the note he left me and debated whether or not to call him. I dialed his number and listened to it ring.

Someone finally answered the phone and it sounded like an older lady, maybe his Mom. “Hello, this is the Carillo residence,” she answered.

“Um, hi Mrs. Carillo. This is Andy Russo and I apologize for calling so late, but I was hoping to talk to Wes, if he’s available?” I said timidly.

 “Oh, sure sweetheart, hold on while I let him know it’s you.” she said cheerily.

“Hello? Andy?” he asked, when his Mom told him he had a phone call.

“Um, Hi. I’m sorry to call you so late, but I called to let you that my parents want to have you over for dinner sometime. They noticed that something was bothering me and I told them what happened today. So after I explained everything, my Mom and Dad told me to invite you over for dinner sometime.” I told him nervously.

“Oh, um ok. When is this dinner gonna happen?” He asked.

“Um, I don’t know just yet, but wanted to let you know that they invited you over. I also wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier today. I want to talk tomorrow after school if that’s alright with you.” I said nervously.

“Sure, I would like that. So I will see you tomorrow then. And tell your parents thanks for the dinner invitation and that I can’t wait.” he said cheerily.

I smiled at how cute he sounded over the phone. I told him good night and hung up the phone. As I hung up the phone, I got a burst of happiness that went all through my body and ran up to my room and flopped on my bed as I grabbed a pillow and clutched it to my chest and giggled like a schoolgirl. I got dressed for bed and dreamed of Wes.

To be continued…

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Episode One: How it all starts….

I’m Alexander Brown, I am gay and kind of a semi-nerd. I’m not so confident in myself regarding how I look. I know that I’m not the ugliest person in Earth, but I’m not as attractive as I would like to be.

My best friend, Thomas Water is a good looking straight guy, who has girls making lines to invite him on a date and the gays go crazy for him.

Unfortunately, he is not interested in guys at all and that disappoints them.

Besides being my best friend, he is also my brother, my father, my boyfriend (sex and kisses excluded) etc… We understand each other easily and we make each other laugh like crazy. We really get along very well.

The first time I saw him was on Facebook When I saw his profile picture, my mouth was watering because he was really hot in his profile picture. To make sure it was not just a picture on a fake profile, I started to check if there were any other pictures of the same hot guy. And I was so amazed to discover that he was actually the same guy in all of the pictures. I kept seeing the same gorgeous guy, hotter and hotter in every single pic. I just couldn’t believe my eyes and he was living in Santo Domingo, which means that I had some chances to meet him one day. I sent him a friend request and he accepted me. I was really happy when that happened.

As I said, I was really attracted to him. I was hoping he could be gay and might become my prince charming. We start writing each other but I was so scared that I couldn’t ask him if he was gay or not. I didn’t want to force him to delete me or block me on his Facebook page so i kept sending him innocent message and that was it for a very long period. I was waiting for him to make the first move but nothing like this happened.

After months of looking over and over at his pics that he updated almost weekly, i dared to ask him if he had a bbm pin because i just had my second blackberry. The first one was a gift from a friend of my mother and didn’t work properly. I didn’t have money to buy another one, so I spent more than a year without Blackberry. And then when i get that second one that I bought with my own money, I  send him a message to ask him if he was using a blackberry. He said yes and sent me his pin. I was so happy that day and I really can’t explain what I was feeling exactly. I mean that I didn’t really know what my true colors were at that moment.

I added him on the Blackberry Messenger and he accepted my request. I wrote him a message right after he did. He didn’t reply right away so was kind of freaked out but when he did he told me he was at work. I felt better. We start to talk about everything. I asked him about his life. He told me he has a kid, a little boy, and that he was living with his long term girlfriend, who was also the mother of his child for almost eight years. I was surprised, shocked because I wasn’t expected that he could had a child. I didn’t lose my faith because of those news. I was still hoping that he could be bisexual. We kept talking for hours. Honestly, I can say that we clicked since the first day but we really clicked after I came out to him.

He was the one who asked. He told me that he did because he started to have suspicions that i might be gay thanks to the update of the songs i was listening to showed on the Blackberry Messenger screen. He said that the songs I listen to was the same ones his girlfriend likes.

When he pops the “big question”, I was scared and hesitated to tell him. I was afraid that he might remove me from his Blackberry Messenger contacts but on another hand, I had a feeling that he would not do that. Maybe it was because I already had some growing feelings for him but I really started to trust him. I felt like he was already my confident. Someone trustable enough to count on even though I have my reason not to came out be him.

I’ve been through situations like this before when I came out to people and after I did, they stop talking to me and start giving me attitude and some of them were very close to me. There was also people I’ve known for long time who unfriended me when they knew that I was gay but with Tom, more than fear to lose his friendship, it was the other experiences that made me have doubts to tell him right away after he asked. I thought it was too late but I realized that I had no choice but to be honest with him since he asks from the very start.

I chose to say yes instead of lying to him because I had a feeling that he was a good person more than anything. He helped me to answer his question because he sound so sincere and honest when he asked.

After I said “yes, I am. I’m gay”. He said “Ok, there’s no big deal. I just wanted to know”. I said ” So, what do you think?” He replies to me “Nothing. I do not judge people. Everybody can do whatever they want with their lives, it’s their business. I respect you regardless your sexual preference”.

When he said that, I didn’t shed a tear only because I couldn’t, but I  cried on the inside because nobody had never told me that after I came out to them not even anyone of my family including my mother who told me really bad things when I told her who I really was. And then there was that guy that I barely know and who barely knows me telling what I always wanted to hear after coming out.

I felt loved. I felt accepted. I felt so proud of myself and so happy at that moment that  couldn’t reply immediately to him after that. He was the one who called my attention back to him by sending me a “Ping”. I said sorry but I was just kind of recovering from his positive reaction to my coming out. He text me “Lol” and I texted “lol” back to him.

After that, we kept chatting until we fell asleep. And it was at that moment that I realized that more than having sex with him, it would be better for me to have him as a friend because he told me after I came out that he wasn’t gay, not even bisexual. I’m not saying that all those feelings that i had on the beginning were gone but I decided to put them on a little box close to my heart for now. I was kind of disappointed though but I understood him and I didn’t think that it was a great idea to keep bothering him anymore about that subject. I never want to let him go because people like him are angels on earth and it’s not everyday that an angel knocks at a human’s door. 

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The following morning, I woke up happier than ever. We had the same work’s schedule and we started to chat on BBM on our way to work. We discussed about music a lot because we’re both music freaks. Music bonded us a lot too because we had a lot of similar songs and common musical taste. We spoke about about TV series, movies and plenty of other shits that we dedicated our free time to. We were like two little kids, two little brothers from one different parent but that were meant to be united because it was fate that these two souls were supposed to be bounded.

Now, I can’t imagine my life without my big bro Tom. We speak every fucking day, we don’t communicate on BBM only when we’re on the floor (we’re both worked at call centers) but as soon as we have a break or lunch, we hit each other up and I definitely don’t know how could I survived all this time without him in my life. Since I know him, my life is brighter, lighter. I feel like I am fucking flying. Just like if my body was floating on thick air. He makes life so easy to live knowing that I have someone who cares about me and who is depending in some kind of way to me.

And the most extraordinary is that we are so different in so many ways but our differences make us stronger. Our differences made me realize that someone can make me happy, not only by touching my body but also and on a deeper dimension, by touching my heart.

And here’s the start of the friendship of my god damn life.

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