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Subject: Encounters in the Barracks
From: Unknown@Northwest.com (The Unknown)
Date: Thu, 13 Jun 1996 21:27:30 -0700
I had been in the Army for about 2 1/2 years, and had
entered as a PFC (private first class) as opposed to most who
start as PV1 or PV2 (buck privates). I was just conferred my
rank as corporal when the company was sent three new recruits.
We were stationed in Germany, about 3 miles from the Danish
border, and so Americans were few and far between. I found more
hot and horny German boys that American boys did little to
interest me.
There was one recruit just arrived out of Missile training
school, his name was Jeff. He was the cutest thing I had ever
seen in my days in the military. And I knew from the moment I
had met him that I wanted him. Little did I know, that he
wanted me too.
We were introduced, and I took a paternal instinctive stance
with Jeff, in that he was new, and needed to be protected from
the more seasoned soldiers. They were apt to be too hard on him,
due to lack of on the job experience. So, I tried to lighten the
atmosphere by asking Jeff if he liked Greek food, since there was
a greek restaurant nearby, where I liked to go once in a while.
He confided in me that he had never had Greek food, but
would like to try it, and so we went. We had an enjoyable meal,
and then talked a lot together during and afterwards. We found
out that we liked each other, and Jeff hinted that he liked me
quite a bit, and would like to get to know me more intimately.
I was intrigued, and told him to come to my quarters later
in the evening for a beer, or something. He accepted and said he
would be there.
I sat up and waited in a pair of tight running shorts,
reading a book. He knocked on my door, and I let him in.
Looking to see if no one noticed his coming to my room, I shut
the door, and clicked the lock. He smiled and sat on the bed.
"Nice room, you are lucky. I have three others in my room,"
he said. I sat next to him on the bedside, "We can talk here
without others hearing. Or would you rather not talk?" Putting
my hand gently on his lap. Massaging the rather large bulge that
was obviously growing with each minute.
Jeff reached over and took me in him arms and kissed me.
That was really unexpected! I shut the curtains tightly, and
told him to remain silent as I went over to the door and shut off
the light switch. "Try to be really quiet buddy, we wouldn't
want to get in trouble tonight..." I whispered in Jeff's ear,
then allowed my tongue to gently probe his smooth ear. He
squirmed and then wrapped his arms tightly around my body.
He was still in those damned camouflage pants and brown t-
shirt. I was so used to seeing those stupid uniforms all day
long, that I didn't want this hot stud to be in it while we were
together. "Jeff, why don't you get comfortable. We're all
alone. You can take that uniform off can't you?" He smiled and
then nodded. Taking his t-shirt off and exposing his smooth
chest and sensuously erotic brown nipples I was getting so hard
just looking at him. I motioned to him to step towards me, I
took him in my arms and let my tongue stray over his sexy nipples
flicking it over each one until they were both very hard. He was
breathing faster now, and his pants were tenting upwards. I
undid the five buttons down the front and slid his pants down.
He kicked off his now-unlaced boots, and was standing before me
only in his briefs and socks. I reached down and slid the socks
off of him, and then stood up next to him as we both pulled each
others' pants off.
Our now naked bodies were touching, and our cocks were so
damned hard I couldn't wait another second to have him. He was
very sensual, and took his time though. No quick fuck did he
want from me. His hands gently caressed the globes of my ass,
his fingers probed my ass-crack as I stared into his beautiful
grey eyes and I melted. Jeff was built like a runner, his body
was lithe, and his legs were strong and muscular. His chest was
smooth and well developed with strong biceps and triceps to
compliment his whole frame. He wasn't hung like a horse, but
wasn't small in any way. His cock was firm and about 6 or 7
inches long, and not really thick...a perfect mouthful though.
The entire area was surrounded with silky blond pubic hair
nesting his low slung balls which my fingers were now caressing.
My lips pressed against Jeffs' and our tongues entered each
others' mouths. They explored the inner areas of our mouths and
lapped gently over one another. My hand wrapped around his rock
hard cock and stroked gently. He moaned softly, (remembering
where we were), I began to slide down kissing his neck and
shoulders. Licking his beautiful nipples again, and running my
tongue down the crevice of his stomach to his navel, rimming the
cute button of his stomach and trailing even lower as my hands
massaged his legs and feet.
I aimed at my target, the beautiful object of my
desire...his meaty cock, standing at attention waiting for me to
take him into ecstacy. I wasn't going to hold back any more. So
I plunged onto that cock opening my mouth as wide as possible,
taking in as much as possible without gagging. I took the whole
thing into my mouth as my nose pressed into his blond pubic hair.
I could smell how clean he was, the smell of freshly washed hair
right under my nose... His cock tasted good too, also clean and
fresh--but distinctly like Jeff (not of soap).
Jeff's hips thrust upwards to meet the sucking action of my
mouth... I pressed his chest down to let him know that I could do
it without help... he relaxed and let me do the sucking. I let
my mouth glide over his cock gently making his body shake up and
down. He was enjoying my work, and wanted to reciprocate...he
slid me around and took my balls into his mouth, and lapped at
them making me tingle. Soon he took my cock deep into his mouth
and showed me that he could suck cock like a pro. I was feeling
so good that I didn't realize that he was getting close, when I
got a spurt of pre-cum on my tongue, and I savored the precious
liquid then swallowed it. I began to pay more attention to the
hot stud's cock I was sucking on, and awaited the hot payload I
was about to get.
Jeff was still running his fingers up and down my ass-crack
and finally began to probe my asshole. It felt real good, and so
I started to suck him a bit faster to signal that I was enjoying
it. He reached up and took the tube of K-Y that I had pulled out
of my desk drawer earlier, and greased his index finger with it
generously. My body pulsed in joy as his finger entered my
asshole! He knew right where my prostate was!!! He massaged it
and I sucked like there was no tommorrow....I moaned with his
cock deep in my throat as I shot what must have been a huge load
down his throat, which he swallowed quickly and licked up as I
felt his cock get stiffer and throb in my mouth. I prepared
myself for the hot blast of cum that was to fill my mouth twice.
I drank his cum deep into my throat and then we hugged each other
for hours and then fell asleep.
Luckily it was a weekend, or we would've had a lot of
trouble. Jeff woke up first, and was coming back into the room
from the shower (he was the cleanest guy I ever met), and then
climbed back in bed. In a matter of seconds we were on each
other again.
Our friendship lasted until I returned to the States a year
later. Life without Jeff now is not the same, but everytime I
take a shower....
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Date: 19 Jun 1996 08:13:25 -0400
Subject: Wrestling (mansex)
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WRESTLING
by Larry Long
I remember standing outside the window of Jon's house, I remember doing
that
often, looking into the ground-floor and seeing him there lifting weights,
stripped to his supporter, usually, on those hot summer days in the Texas
PanHandle. Jon was my brother's friend - pretty much his best friend, and
they were both 17, three years older than I was. Jon was strong and well
built and handsome, devoted to his wrestling, his weight lifting, and his
looks. At fourteen I wasn't much on any of those things, but my brother
was, and they were inseparable partners in their workouts.
But, sometimes Jon would be alone, working out in the Recreation Room of
his
family's split/level ranch house in the town in which I grew up, and on
those
days, walking by on my way from no-place to no-place in the hot summer
afternoon, I would creep up to his window and look. His torso would be
stripped and sweating, beads of sweat turning into little streams as they
ran
unhindered by any hair down his smooth chest. His chest and legs were
hairless, as was his buttocks which I could tell because of his preference
for
working out wearing only his jockstrap. Houses were not so commonly air
conditioned where we were, and while his was, he didn't turn it on his
workouts, leaving the windows open and letting himself work up a good
sweat.
My brother had hair on some of those parts, most heavily around his
buttocks
and on his legs and arms, though he did have some on his back, too, even
then,
at the age of 17. But Jon didn't he was as smooth as I was, and I was
very
smooth, even for 14.
He would strip in that room, also, before his workouts, and sometimes I
would
be early enough to see that too. That would excite me, though I didn't
really
have much experience to relate it to, having only learned about
masturbating,
jacking/off, earlier that year from my cousin, Dave. But I would arrive
sometimes and see Jon come into the room wearing his sweat-suit, a gym
suit
from school, or his jeans and a t-shirt, and he would sit on his bench
press
and take off his sneakers, then pull his t-shirt off over his head, and
then
slowly untie his drawstring gym pants and slip them down over his
buttocks,
thighs, and legs, pulling them off each foot at a time, since they had
elastic
around the ankles. He did it what I would now consider to be sensuously,
although then I didn't know that, just knew that it got me excited to see
it.
The sensuousness of the way he undressed stopped with the jockstrap. Jon
was
tremendously hung and big of balls, and the bulge in his jock was large.
Since
he was always kind of soft/hard, (he had that kind of dick), the jock
always
looked very full. He seemed to like the feeling of his bare butt hugged
by the
straps, he would adjust them a lot, pulling the jock around, fitting his
dick
and balls in a number of different positions, and then adjusting the
ass/straps, then starting all over again.
He would do much of this adjusting and fiddling with his parts sitting on
his
bench, rubbing his bare butt up against the cool surface of the wood. It
was
an old bench, not vinyl covered like the new ones, but polished smooth by
years
of his body rubbing against it, and I supposed of his older brother's
before
him and maybe his father's too. After that, he would straddle the bench,
his
legs on either side, and slide around a little, getting his position on
the
bench. That would open up his ass a little, so that his lower crotch and
groin
would be pressed up against the bench. This must have gotten him a little
excited, because his jock would always swell a little in the pouch at this
point, and I tried never to miss that moment, right before he would lie
down on
his back and begin to press the weights.
Jon was the wrestling team captain of the local high school, and was a
hero to
all of us boys, especially jr. high schoolers who were on their way to
high
school. He was my brother's best friend, which, in the neighborhood, made
me a
hero by association. I wasn't particularly athletic in nature, but was
wiry
and strong and wrestled around a lot with my friends, as much for the
sexual
contact amongst us as for the sport. I think we all did at that age,
there was
a lot of groping and grappling and grabbing, and many more times a hand
grabbed
a crotch than was necessary for a pin. And speaking of pins, it was hard
to
tell, sometimes, what constituted winning, pinning someone or being
pinned,
since the most common position in which to be pinned was someone's chest
grinding into your crotch. We all got hard doing it, and no one ever
stopped,
so I guess we all did it for that. There was some good natured kidding
around,
and some of the guys would catcall to others, saying "Hey, Bob, that your
dick
or do you have a pencil in your pocket?", or "that a pencil in your pocket
or
do you love me that much?", things like that, but everyone got hard, so
nobody
was so embarrassed that he stopped.
But Jon would sometimes give me pointers and lessons. He was, after all,
my
brother's best friend and would be at our house at least as often as he
hung
around anywhere else, and a lot of times he and my brother would work out
together, either at our place or his, and they would go through move,
throws,
positions, etc. And, as often as I could arrange to be, I would hang out
with
them and watch, bring them things they wanted, like a soda, or a piece of
pie,
or a towel, and sometimes Jon would say to me, "Hey, Glen, you want me to
show
you a new fall?", or "Glen, you want me to work on that pin with you?",
and I
would be there, my body up against his now sweat covered body, then,
suddenly,
pinned under his greater size and weight. Being thrown by Jon was always
like
that, we would wrestle around for a couple of minutes, then, suddenly,
without
having any idea of how it happened, there I would be, on my back, with his
body
pressing into mine and pinned to the ground. At those time, unlike with
my
friends, I would try to keep his weight off of my crotch, because I didn't
want
him to know that I was hard. With other guys my own age, it was ok, after
all,
we were all hard, and we all jacked off together at some time or another,
or
more than once, all us friends. But Jon was my big brother's friend, my
hero,
my love. I didn't want him to start to call me queer, or to get turned
off to
working out with me and in front of me, so I tried to keep him from seeing
the
fact that my dick, which had just become a full sized tool that year, was
swelling. Sometimes, I would have to ask him to get up off of me and let
me go
to the bathroom, I would tell him I had to go and was going to wet my
pants. I
was going to wet my pants all right, but not with piss. I would rush off
to
the bathroom and whack my meat off in about 10 seconds, wash it up and
come
back. I don't know how he could have missed my hard-on pressing against
my
pants, but he never said anything about it.
Sometimes Jon would come over to our house and my brother wouldn't be
there.
Most of the time he would just leave, telling me to tell Dave that he
would be
at someplace or another, and that he should catch up with him, but this
particular summer, the summer of my 14th year and his summer before
college, he
would, sometimes, come in when Dave wasn't there and hang around me for a
while. Maybe because our house was air conditioned, and it was very hot
that
summer, or maybe because my mom, knowing that she had two very hungry boys
in
the house and also all our friends, always left the refrigerator and the
kitchen pantry well stocked with snacks, pies, ice cream, drinks, and
other
goodies. A couple of very hot days he just came in and watched a little
television with me, sitting in our den in the air conditioned comfort, and
during the commercials he would wrestle around with me a bit, throwing his
big
arm over my shoulder and pressing me into the couch. This was what he and
my
brother would do when they were just "sitting around" and "hanging out",
and I
thought it was great to be considered ok in this way.
Well, this summer was his last, he was on his way to college the next
year,
accepted both because he was a good student and on a scholarship for his
wrestling. He was going to be going to school in the East, to Penn State,
and
wouldn't be home much after that, so he and my brother, who was going into
the
Navy, were spending a lot of time together. And this was a hot summer,
very
hot, and when he wasn't at our house, he was in his workroom at home,
stripped
to those comfortable, familiar, and well stretched jock straps, and
working
out. So, most of my mornings were spent hanging around his house, waiting
for
the workout to begin.
This particular morning was close to the end of summer, late in August, I
don't
remember the exact date, but I do remember that there wasn't much time
before
both Jon and Dave left, maybe the last week or so before they went. It
was
hot, very hot, the air dead, no breeze, the dust floating as if it would
never
come down, not a cloud, no sign of any relief. Dave was away for a couple
of
days to get everything set for his entrance to the Navy-College program
that he
was entering at Oklahoma State, and I was walking down the street in front
of
Jon's house, hoping that I had timed my stroll right, and that he would be
coming down to begin his workout just about now. In the bright sunlight
it was
hard to see into the house, and, since it was so hot and bright out, Jon
didn't turn the lights on in the den, so that I had to go right up to the
window to see in. I went over to the house as quietly as I was able and
began
to watch from a crouching position outside his window.
It was very bright outside, and consequently it was dim inside by
comparison. I
had to get up close to the window to be able to see in. But I was in
luck.
Jon was already down, sitting with his back to me and to the open window,
his
t-shirt already off and just pulling the second of his two slippers off
his
foot. I watched as he started to pull down his pants, pulling them off
each
leg, and then as he turned to face the bottom of the bench, sideways to
me, and
began his ritual of adjusting his massive equipment inside his jock. His
chest
and legs and buns were already covered with a sheen of sweat, even though
he
hadn't started his workout. It was that hot. His body was so sweaty that
it
got the wood of the bench wet, and as he lay down to begin his presses,
his
skin and flesh slid on it, then made the sucking noises which happen when
the
skin is wet enough to act like a suction cup against the hard wood of the
bench. I watched for a while as he began his presses. Each time he would
arch
his back, his buttocks would cup against the bench and make that slurping
sound
as they pulled away. As he increased his effort, he sweated more, and he
stuck
more. After his sets, he rolled over off the bench for his towel, and I
noticed that his jock was more stretched and full in front than usual, as
if
his dick was harder than usual.
He took his towel and dried his arms, chest, face, and thighs, and then
rubbed
between his legs and up into his sweating crotch. Just then he looked up,
and
I guess I wasn't careful enough, because he saw me standing there looking
in.
"Hey, Glen," he called out to me, laughing, "what are you doing out there?
You
a peeping tom or something?" I was going to blush and run away, but I
couldn't do that. I was too close to Jon, he was my brother's best
friend.
"Nope, just trying to get in out of the heat, and ... well, you know...."
I
finished rather lamely.
"Come on in, you can spot for me." Jon turned back to the bench and
draped the
towel around his shoulders. "After I have done my presses, I will show
you
some new moves I am working on. Bet you can even pin me with one if I
show
them to you." He dried off the bench and laid the towel down on the wood,
to
keep himself from sticking to it when he sweated. I guess it was
uncomfortable
for him, even though it had been very exciting for me. I liked the sound
and
the look of his buns sticking to the wood.
I just climbed into the room through the window. It was there and open,
and it
was the way we did things then. Jon was getting ready for his next set.
His
body was sweated up, his muscles standing out against his tight skin.
"Here,
come over here. You know how to 'spot' for me, don't you?" Jon asked me
as he
started to pump himself up for his next set. "Sure," I told him, "I've
done
it a lot for Dave." And I had, too. My brother often asked me to spot
for him
when he was lifting weights, and a couple of times I had saved him from
hurting
himself when he went beyond his limits. I went over by the head of the
bench
and put my hands on the barbell and helped Jon to guide it straight over
his
chest. He did his presses and a couple extra, I guess he was showing off
for
me, and then had a little trouble getting it back to the stand. I helped
him,
and when we were done, I helped him to sit up and pulled the towel out
from
under his naked buns and started to dry his back. "Hey," Jon said to
me,
"just like a trainer in the gyms. You're good." I dried his back and his
chest off. They were so clean, so smooth, so muscular. I could feel my
recently jacked-off dick swelling a little.
(I should digress here to say that when I say recently jacked-off dick, I
mean
really recently. I was a the beginning of a very active adolescence, and
my
juices were really starting to flow that summer. I must have beat myself
off
on average 3 or 4 times a day. I didn't realize it then, but part of that
was
my growing attraction to guys. There was so much opportunity to see half
naked
guys, naked guys, and rub around with guys, that I was hot pretty much all
the
time. I had beat off that morning when I got up, and once just before
leaving
home to spy through Jon's window. And, as usual then, was ready to do it
again, and my balls were really full of juice again. I have always had
big
balls, and then they were always full, ready to shoot.)
I moved around in front of him and dried his legs and thighs, but I
didn't get
anywhere near his crotch. I didn't want him to move away, and I was
scared. He
was my brother's best friend, and I didn't want any trouble with Dave. I
finished by drying off his feet, which tickled him, and he started to swat
at
me and hit me away, laughing all the time. Then he stood up, and said:
"Well,
Dave is away and I don't have anyone to work out with. You want me to
show you
these new throws I have, and teach them to you. Maybe you can really
learn
them, and if they are as good as I think they are, you could even pin me.
Want
to try?"
"Sure," I told him. "I am always ready to learn something. Anyway, I
could
throw you and pin you without them." He laughed. I had said that to him
before, it was so much bullshit, but it was a joke between us. Like I
said
before, when he wanted to, he could throw me and pin me so fast that I
really
didn't know what hit me.
Jon, remember, was stripped to his bare butt and jock strap, and nothing
else
except a film of sweat which was back on his skin in this heat, even
though I
had just toweled him. I was dressed in cotton gym shorts, and a t-shirt,
and
sneakers without socks, and nothing else. (It was that time of the decade
and
my life when wearing shorts with no under pants or briefs was the thing to
do,
and I did the thing to do. It was hot, I liked the air around my dick and
balls, and I thought it was sexy and daring.) I pulled off my t-shirt and
my
sneakers, and helped Jon to pull the heavy bench and stand out of the
middle
of the floor and out of the way, over by the wall. He took down a heavy
wrestling mat which was rolled up and standing in the corner, and the two
of us
unrolled it and centered it in the middle of the floor. I was wearing only
my
shorts. Only my shorts, nothing underneath. "You get down, assume the
bottom position." Jon said to me, and as I did get down on my hands and
knees,
he knelt beside me and took the upper position. Down like that on my hands
and
knees, my dick, which had no briefs to hold it, showed clearly through the
material of my shorts. When Jon put his big hands on my arms and
straddled
me, I could feel the slick sweatiness of his skin on by back, and some of
his
sweat soaked through the cotton of my shorts, wetting my buns. My dick
swelled
a little, but not so much that it was embarrassing.
"Now watch this," Jon said, and before I knew what happened I was lying
on my
stomach on the mat, my face in the mat, Jon's weight pressing me down, his
jock strap covered crotch grinding into my butt, his chest sweetly
pressing
heavily on my back. He was pressing me down, so that my dick was ground
into
the mat, and it was almost impossible for me to breathe.
"Now, pay attention," Jon said again, and before I knew what had
happened, he
had moved his forearm under my chest, and his other hand went down across
my
abdomen and then past my dick and under my crotch, and in less than a
second he
had flipped me over and was pinning me to the mat on my back, with his
naked,
sweaty, smooth slick chest pressing against mine. He was much bigger than
I,
so that his nipples spanned from my chest to just above my dick, the tip
of my
dick flipped upwards and brushing his nipple. The sweaty suction of his
chest
now gripped my stomach, so that I could feel his body sticking to mine.
He
looked around into my face, his lips so close to mine that I could smell
his
breath, which was sweet and smooth, and I could see every feature of his
smooth
face, which had no blemishes on it at all. Jon was a very healthy young
man,
and it showed in his skin, in everything.
"I can get out of this," I said to him, somewhat out of breath, and I
began to
struggle, pushing up with my heels against the mat for leverage and using
the
strength of my upper legs. This forced Jon to bear down and shift his
weight
more evenly over my body, so that now his chest was over mine, his stomach
over
my stomach. Since he was taller, his dick was down between my thighs, but
his
abdomen pressed hard into my crotch and dick. I was starting to get a
little
hard, which was something that happened to me about every thirty minutes
or so,
at least, but I couldn't feel his dick since the jock pouch was down below
my
crotch.
I continued to struggle, which caused him to bear down harder, which made
me a
little harder, and then, in the course of struggling, I brought my legs
together to try to lift myself up. I was surprised to discover that Jon
seemed to be hard, also, there in his jock. When my thighs came together,
I
could feel his dick and it was in a definite boner. I pressed up against
his
body harder, and the skin of my smooth thighs encountered the bare tip of
his
dick head, which, his boner being as much bigger than mine as he was
taller
than I, was sticking up a fraction of an inch above the line of the waist
band
of his jock. I had seen Jon naked once before, in the shower of my house
one
weekend when he had stayed with Dave, and knew that he had a very massive
dick.
I hadn't ever seen it hard, but I was feeling it now, and it was large.
I was a little shocked. I didn't know what to do. I was hot, but then,
I was
always hot. I was 14 and would hump anything to get off, my pillow, my
mattress, a rug, a pot holder, the inside of my shorts, the inside of
anybody's
shorts, etc. But I had never had sex with anybody else, except when my
cousin
Dave had taught me to jack off, and then, we just did it together, but not
to
each other. We had been together for Christmas Vacation, and our parents
had
taken three rooms, one of each of them, and one for the kids. My brother
Dave
had left early to do something for his ROTC, and so my cousin Dave and I
were
left alone in the room for three days at the end. I had never beat off,
but
had a boner every morning when I woke up, and rubbed it a lot, but didn't
really know anything about getting it off.
The first morning after my brother left, I got up and started for the
bathroom
with my dick sticking up under my briefs, a clear flag pole of my state.
Dave
had noticed this every morning so far, but with my brother there, had not
said
anything. (My brother and I had both seen each other's boners in the
mornings,
but we considered them to be normal, what you had until you went in to
pee.)
My brother had told me that, and since we both had them most every morning
(we
shared a room at home, too), we didn't think much of it. Except that I
liked
the way it felt, and squeezed it and felt it before I got out of bed a
lot. If
my brother noticed that, he never said anything, and I guess he did the
same
thing, also.
Anyway, Dave, my cousin Dave that is, not my brother also called Dave,
leaned
out of his bed, which was between mine and the bathroom in the motel room,
and
put his hand out and took my hard little dick in his hand as I went to the
john. Actually, he didn't take it in his hand, he hit it, lightly, with a
flick of his fingers and said: "What is this thing? It's always sticking
out
in the mornings like it wants to get whacked off."
Well, to be truthful, I didn't have any idea what he was talking about.
It
might be hard to believe, but I didn't know what masturbation was. I
guess I
was somewhat innocent, more so than most, but for some reason, I just
didn't
know. And so, in all honesty and innocence, I asked him, "What does that
mean?", and I'm not sure if he thought I was inviting him, knowing what
was
going to happen, or if he believed me, but he played it straight and asked
me
if I hadn't ever jacked off, and I asked him again, what does that mean?
Well, that was all it took. Dave was out of bed, out from under the
covers in
a second, and he was naked when he stood up. I don't know if he had
slipped
his shorts off under the covers when I stood up, or if he had them off
from
before; I don't know if he was beating himself hard under the covers
before
this started, if he planned to jack off and cum while I was in the
bathroom, or
what. (I do know that Dave is now gay and so I presume that this was a
big
turn on for him then.) Anyway, he stood up and was buck naked and was
hard,
and his dick, which was fully developed, with nice balls and some downy
hair
around the base of his dick and his balls, his dick was standing at full
erection, full attention, and his hand just went to it naturally and
wrapped
itself around it, and he leaned over a little and bent his head and
started to
spit on his dick and fist, and got his dick and fist all wet with his own
saliva.
He started to stroke it very slowly, and said: "Like this, this is
beating off.
Don't you know?", and so I had to say, "No, I don't know about it. I
never did
it."
He couldn't believe that my brother hadn't showed me, but then he thought
about
my brother Dave, the ROTC cadet, Navy bound, and I guess he figured the
either
Dave had never jacked off, or certainly hadn't wanted to "corrupt his
little
brother," so he start to instruct me.
"Like this," he said, and opened his fist so I could see his hard dick
with the
veins swelling out on the sides, "you grab it like this and get it wet,
because
it feels much better that way than if it is all dry, and you let your fist
close around it not too tight at first, and stroke it, letting the skin of
your
palm slide against the skin of your dick, like this, slowly, then harder
and
faster as you go on." And he showed me, very carefully and in great
detail,
how you went about beating off, until finally his dick exploded in gobs of
wet,
white, creamy cum.
Well, I was hard as could be watching this, and after Dave came he
smeared his
cum all over his dick and fist, and started right in again. "I can cum
three
or four times in a row, in about 5 to 6 minutes," he told me as he started
to
whack off again. "You try yours now, do what you saw me do." And so, of
course, I did what Dave had done, and the results were about the same, an
explosion of white, hot, creamy, steaming cum, but not as much as his, and
thinner. I've been told since then by a lot of guys and a couple of
doctors,
too, that the first time is always thinner and less than it gets to be
later
on, but, the feeling, ah, the feeling.
Dave shot his second load about 15 seconds after I shot mine, and we both
sat
down on his bed. He reached under his pillow and pulled out his
underpants,
which he used to wipe the cum off of his dick and his hand, and then
passed
them to me for the same purpose. I cleaned up, and we both lay there and
talked, and he told me all about beating off, that everybody does it, how
he
had learned from a counselor in Boy Scout Camp who had him share his tent
one
night on an overnight, what else had happened that night, all that kind of
stuff. We didn't touch each other, just talked, and then at the end we
both
got up and took showers, pissed, got dressed and went to breakfast just
like
nothing had happened. Except we seemed to need to rest and spend a good
bit of
time lying down the next couple of days, and our parents couldn't figure
out if
we were sick or just tired or lazy or what, but what we were doing was
beating
off, about five times a day.
Anyway, this is a digression. These memories only took about two seconds
to
flash before me as I lay pinned under Jon, his hard dick pressing into my
thighs, my own hard dick pressing into his abdomen, and then he rolled off
of
me very fast and was up and walking away before I could look at his crotch
and
let my eyes confirm what I had felt. He went and sat on his bench in such
a
way that I couldn't really see his crotch, and started to dry with his
towel,
letting it hang down over his lap. The only thing I could be sure of was
that I
had been hard under him, and that I still was. What if I had imagined his
hard-on because I wanted it to be there?
"Pretty good, huh?" Jon said to me, dropping the towel into his lap.
"Bet you
didn't even know what hit you with that one."
"That's true," I answered, "but you're much bigger and stronger than I
am. I
don't know if the hold is so good or if you just overpower me."
"I'll teach it to you, then," Jon replied. "If you can use it to flip and
pin
me, then it is great."
Jon got down in the down position. When he stood up to come to the mat,
I
noticed that his crotch seemed to be its normal, large, filled jock state,
and
didn't see any sign of a hard on or a dick tip above his waist band. I
didn't
know if it had gone down, or if it had never been there. I went over and
got
down over him, and put my arms over his body and my hands in the right
positions. I could feel my own nipples sticking to his smooth back.
"Now, slide your weight up and over me, and at the same time dig your
heels in
and press your shoulder against my side," Jon began, and he instructed me
slowly a couple of times through the complex motions of the throw and pin
which
he had worked out. It was hard to learn, and the first couple of attempts
I
couldn't budge him, but after a while it seemed that it was getting
easier, and
that I could use my weight and leverage to throw him over and pin him. He
showed me carefully how to slide my hand down across his belly, moving
over his
crotch, between his legs, and the to use my forearm as a lever and flip
him
over. He wasn't wearing anything but his jock, remember, so each time I
moved
my hand, I encountered first his dick and balls, and then the smooth, bare
skin
of his ass cheeks. To do the flip I had to hold onto something, so I
found
myself holding onto his ass, my fingers closing around the bun, and my
finger
tips sliding into the crack of his cheeks. Jon continued to show me
patiently. He didn't seem to mind the squeezing on his ass.
Finally, after we had done it about twenty times, and were both covered
with
sweat, I had him over and down and flipped in on fluid motion, my chest
pressing against his chest,my crotch digging into his abdomen (he was
taller
than I, remember), and my thighs pressing hard into his crotch. I looked
around at him the way that he had at me, earlier, and as I looked over
into his
eyes, I could feel his dick starting to swell again, against the inside of
my
thighs, until the smooth flesh of the head and tip came up out of the
jock. My
own dick was hard, and with all the moving around, my shorts had kind of
gotten
pushed down a little, so most of it, about the last inch of the shaft, and
the
head, swelled up and stood out of the waist band of my shorts and pressed
into
the sweaty, gripping smooth flesh of his abdomen and my crotch pressed
together.
In one fluid motion Jon slid his arm between our bodies, the lubricant of
the
sweat helping, and down past my hardness and up into my crotch, around
past my
balls and up under my shorts to the flesh of my ass buns, and grabbing me
as I
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: 18-Year Old In College
From: banker1 <banker1@ix.netcom.com>
Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 10:33:57 -0700
18-year old in College
When I started college, I knew already that I was gay. I was 18 years
old and I knew what I wanted - hard cock! That isn't to say that I let
everybody know. My position on the football team could have been
jeopardized. I kept it to myself, except when I was pumping my boiling
oil into the sucking mouth of a frat brother, or standing with clenched
buttocks at the ass of an upperclassman as my climaxing dong filled his
butt with hot, boiling spunk.
=
I generally had my pick of guys. My young age helped, but so did the
fact that I was good-looking, tall and slim. Other dudes in the showers
always told me they were amazed at the swell of my shoulders (which are
pretty broad), and many even said something about the hardness of my
tanned stomach. And I had a pretty big cock, too, my meat surrounded by
pubic hair as flaming red as the thatch on my head. My ass and the area
around my cock hairs looked positively sheet-white, marking the area
covered by my bikini.
=
My dream squeeze was Derek, a graduate-assistant in the P. E.
department, but he was Mr. Straight-arrow. Derek helped the faculty
coaches with the football team. He was working on a master's degree in
physical education, which meant he probably would go on to work with the
athletic department of some college. From the first days I saw him out
on the playing field, I dreamed about him. He had a great body and I
often got a hard-on from looking at him.
=
He was 22, about 6'2", and he weighed around 250 pounds. He always wore
a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. His legs were long, hairless, tanned
and muscular, and his ass curved out above his thighs, sleek and smooth.
His belly was flat and his chest was broad, his pecs bulging out thick
and powerful, crowned with big nipples that also poked out aggressively.
The sinews of his arms bulged and flexed and, speaking of bulges, the
one between his legs was also a turn-on. It was so big, he looked like
he carried an apple or something in his jockstrap.
=
I caught Derek once in the showers. When I saw him there, I dropped
what I was doing and threw off my clothes. I had to get close to him.
Derek was a big believer in working out with weights, and when I saw him
with his clothes off, I saw the results of his dedication. The dude had
muscles like a Mr. America! I was also turned on by his nipples! They
were like long pieces of charcoal set in his bulging pecs.
=
His belly was a steel plate stepped like an escalator. His chest was
hairless, and with the water from the shower streaming down over it, all
his sinews glistened like the chrome-plated engine of a Corvette.
=
But below his waist lay the real engine. I couldn't help myself. I
stared at his prick like I'd never seen one before. I'd heard of men
having enormous dicks; I'd even seen some big ones in magazines. But
Derek's tube was tremendous! I'll bet it was a good 12 inches! No wonder
he had such a bulging jock! His gigantic dong had an immense football
helmet of its own, made of purplish, flaring meat, and his balls hung
down heavily, like miniature cannonballs. God, what a sight!
=
Whenever Derek passed by the door of the shower room when I was in
there, I made a point of turning to face him. Because I'd been told by
dudes I'd played with-sexually, not football-that I had a seductive
young body, I gave him the full treatment. However, he never appeared
to pay me any more attention than if I had been fully dressed.
=
I saw Derek in other places besides the gym and playing fields. He and
I had a couple classes together besides P. E. One evening, we were both
in the library with several other students from that writing class,
looking up information for a paper. Rummaging around in some dusty back
corners of the library, we found a section of the stacks that was
enclosed in a metal cage with a door padlocked shut. "Yo, I wonder what
those books are," Derek said.
=
"That's the Delta Collection," I told him.
=
"Oh, valuable books, huh?"
=
"No, those are the sex books. The university library has erotica and
pornography, and they're kept under lock and key."
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"Check it out, dude, they forgot to shut the padlock!" he said with a
laugh. Sure enough, the lock had not been closed. We opened the door
and went in.
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I was stunned. I had never seen such an array in my life. I was
astonished that such a collection would be in the university library.
We rummaged through several books, then Derek pulled down a huge volume,
one so big it took both of us to hold it as he opened it.
=
What a book! It started out with some heterosexual stuff, men fucking
women and whatnot, but as we turned the pages, it gradually turned to
homosexuality. First, the book showed two men with a woman. Then it
showed one of the men paying some attention to his male companion. The
next few pages showed one man servicing the woman, the second man
servicing the man doing the woman. Later on, the men turned to each
other, ignoring the woman.
=
And, finally, the book became total, unrestrained gay action. God, it
was hot! I had a dick as hard as a fireplace poker from looking at the
pictures, and I could see that Derek, too, had a very large bulge in his
crotch. "God," I heard him murmur, "this is too much."
=
I looked down to see his prick was popping the top buttons of his jeans.
He glanced over at me and I sucked in my breath as I saw him checking
out my crotch. Two could play at that game, so I innocently undid the
top buttons of my jeans, too. A shiver went up my spine as I saw him
lick his lips nervously.
=
Derek then reached down to adjust his fly, his dong making a nice
swelling alongside his thigh. As he moved in the small space between
the book racks, his hand brushed against my hard dick and his eyes
looked into mine. "Got a hard dick?"
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"Yeah," I said, and pushed my hand down the front of his pants to feel
his anaconda. It was as hard as a granite rock. Pretty thick, too.
"Yeah, you've got one, too."
=
"Looks like both of us have a problem," Derek said in a hoarse voice.
=
"Maybe we can help each other out," I said. He didn't seem to be
fighting me, so in a second, I had his jeans open. No underwear! I gave
a last tug on the denim and his beef popped out like a jack-in-the-box,
slapping up against his stomach. I flashed him a smile and he smiled
back as I held onto his dong.
=
"I was hoping we wouldn't play games too long," he said sheepishly.
Games? He had all this planned? "It's a relief to see you like dicks,
too," he said, and I almost fainted.
=
Derek pulled out my boner and ran a hand over my belly. I reached my
hand over and rubbed his belly, too. Stroking his bull shaft, I was in
heaven! He swayed a little as I ran a finger under his foreskin, teasing
the piss-slit. I thought about how good it would feel to be plowed by
that thick prick as I dropped to my knees and buried his boiling cannon
in my throat!
Digging my fingers into his ass, I guided his hefty foot-long rod
between my lips and slid my tongue up and down it. I sucked him good.
I performed like a veteran cock-licker, slurping and bobbing up and down
on his pulsing control stick as I cupped his hairy nuts in my hands.
And he fucked my mouth, sending his crank deep inside me with thrusts of
his hips. As he drilled, I continued to suck like a powerful vacuum,
urging him to orgasm.
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Derek's hips convulsed, and he shot his load, squirting his white cum
down my throat. I squeezed his balls and he squirted more. I found his
spurting piss-hole with my tongue, and pressed into it. The counter
pressure against his ejaculation really sent a zap back through him,
because he gasped and then his hot load really gushed out, blasting past
my tongue, spilling his male seed all over my mouth so that it squirted
out the sides and down my chin.
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"Awesome, dude," he gasped. "I never dreamed you were gay, Ted.
Sometimes I thought I'd die from looking at you, you're so hot!"
=
I smiled, gulping down his copious seed. The first word I spoke was a
spermy gurgle. We both chuckled. "You've been hot for me?" I finally
croaked. "I never dreamed you were gay, either!"
=
He looked around. "Let's get out of here before we get caught," he
said. "Let's go back to the gym. I've got something I think you're
gonna like."
=
Back at the gym, Derek introduced me to Doug, the black janitor. He was
cleaning the weight lifting room. "Look at this guy," said Derek.
"Ain't he somethin'?"
=
Doug was an older man, about 45. He was as black as the night and built
like a fireplace made of ebony bricks. After work every night, he went
through weight lifting routines, and the result was a gorgeous body. He
had even won some bodybuilding trophies. From his bulging shoulders to
his narrow hips, Doug was, as certain gay friends of mine would say,
"table meat." He wore a tight T-shirt, and we could see every line and
every shadow in his musculature. Down below, there was a bulge in his
Levis that made my mouth water
=
"Doug knows where it's at," Derek whispered as we approached the guy.
He introduced us and we shook hands. Then, Derek ran his hands across
Doug's shirt and felt his firm pecs. "Nice nipples," he murmured,
pinching them through the cloth and making them hard.
=
The janitor looked shocked until Derek said, "It's okay. He's okay."
Then the two men moved into an embrace and Derek ran his hand down
Doug's hard stomach and cupped his basket. Doug moaned, "Let's go into
the weight room!"
=
"C'mere, Ted," Derek said to me in the weight room as he and Doug
clenched. "Try this out." He pushed Doug's ass back toward me. His
pants were loose enough that I could run my fingers under his belt, and
to my delight, I found he also was not wearing underwear.
=
I reached around to the front of Doug's body and tore at his fly while I
explored his pubic nest. The touch of my fingers was apparently driving
him insane, because Doug's moans turned to gasps. I reached down for
his hard, black python, but Derek had beat me to it! Both of us grasped
Doug's meat, the prong definitely long enough for the two of us to hold.
=
Doug reached back to grab my crotch and I saw Derek jerk. Doug had just
grasped his basket, too. Then, Derek pulled Doug's jeans down and he
was naked from the waist down while we were still completely clothed.
We both stripped in a flash.
=
I couldn't believe it! Two 12-inchers in the same room! I was with
sexual Olympians!
=
I positioned myself behind Doug, pressing my aching cockhead against his
naked asshole, and I began to drill him standing up. I gave him a
series of hard drives and was soon buried in his ass to the hilt. I
then pulled out slowly, only stopping when I felt the trembling ring of
his sphincter tense around the flange of my cannon's muzzle. Then I
drove back in again, thrusting hard enough to push Doug onto his
tiptoes.
=
I grabbed around his chest and felt Derek lustfully pinching his nipple,
pulling on his flame-thrower with the other hand. Doug was squeezing
Derek's balls. Form-fitted over Doug's back, I whispered in his ear,
"I'm gonna fill your ass with cum!"
=
"Do it," he hissed back. "Fuck me hard!" He next looked at Derek and
said, "Okay, big boy, gimme that cock!"
=
The janitor folded under me, pulling me down, and we dropped to the
floor to continue the fuck doggy-style. I braced my hands on his
shoulders and began a slow, steady humping motion.
=
Derek was on his knees before Doug's face, and Doug grabbed Derek's
fierce, throbbing hard-on, opened his kisser wide and sucked the prick
in! With one hand, I jacked Derek's happy shaft, unable to hold back a
horny moan. Then Doug reached a black hand back between my legs and
squeezed my nuts. I held him around the chest and proceeded to fuck the
holy hell out of him, grinding him as hard and deep as I could.
=
Doug was doing a job on Derek, all right, his head bobbing up and down
in his hot crotch. Up and down, up and down, he slurped frantically,
and Derek's composure began to crumble.
=
I took special care to batter the swollen knob in Doug's gut, and that
made him whimper every time I made contact. I had that dude as tight as
a watchspring. Then I heard Derek shout, "I'm cumming!" and I went over
the edge myself.
=
The first of us actually to spray was Doug! What a horny man! His whole
body spasmed and his cock splattered hot jizz all over the floor. The
rhythmic squeeze of his asshole on my cock, driven by his orgasm,
intensified my climax, and I found myself shooting his hard ass full of
my fresh goo, the biggest ejaculation of my life! The ripe odor of ball
juice filled the air as Derek, too, shuddered through an orgasm that was
nothing less than sexual fantasy.
=
When we finally came back to our senses, we were all covered with thick
wads of cream. Derek's machine-gunning dong had slipped out of Doug's
mouth, and he had splattered both of us with his boiling cum. We
collapsed into a delighted, sweating, panting heap. I lay in a big pool
of something very sticky, wiped at it and stuck my fingers into my
mouth. It was Doug's jizz, and I licked my lips, savoring the pungent
flavor of his prick liquor
=
When I finally pulled myself out of that lascivious threesome, I
staggered home and fell into bed. I was sure I would sleep for a week.
But I didn't. I saw Derek and Doug the very next day, and we did the
same things all over again!
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: My First Time At Bat
From: banker1 <banker1@ix.netcom.com>
Date: Wed, 19 Jun 1996 10:34:32 -0700
My First Time At Bat
At 30 years old I still remember my first hard-on as well as my first
sexual experience. In fact, my first experience has set the tone of my
current sexual desires!
I had been jacking off since 6th grade. I started stroking to adds for
mens underwear and swimwear. These seem to turn me on more than the adds
for womems bra's and stuff! I progressed to Playgirl and then to real
hardcore pron by the start of the seventh grade! I was a horny teenager!
My first sexual experience was with the coach of my high school swim team!
That's right, my coach. I would look at my porno mags and think about the
coach and the other guys on the team. My cock and my right hand were the
best of friends!!
Anyway, I passed the swim team try-outs, and that got me out of two
afternoon classes and into the pool. I admit, during the winter it wasn't
much fun, but during the summer it was great!! On my first practice day
the coach had us doing laps, laps, and more laps, while he walked around
in a speedo suit and windbreaker jacket. He was tan, blond, and he worked
out with weights. The girls all hung around him. I kept a eye on him,
but I liked what I saw underwater better! We wore swim goggles and they
magnified images underwater, and I could glance at the guys on either side
of me....They all seemed to have hard-on's under their speedo's. (We all
wore speedo's since they provided less resistance) I think some of the
guys wore a size to small to impress the girls, but to be honest, it
looked pretty good to me as well. Another freshman guy who was on my team
and I became friends. We did our laps together, even had lockers next to
each other. He had just moved here with his family from Texas. We were
together a lot after school. One day after school he asked me if I wanted
to come over to his house and watch TV. I said sure, so we went over and
I met his parents. His parents had a real heavy southern accent, but they
were nice. We went up to his room and he turned on the TV. We got to
talking about the coach. He had really pushed us hard that afternoon. I
asked him if he noticed the girls that hung around the coach..I figured
I'd play the straight macho guy. He looked up at me and said the girls
were "ok". Ok?, I said, haven't you seen the blond in the string bikini,
her tits are huge, and you can see the outline of her hard nipples. I
made a joke saying they looked like little cocks poking out of her top.
Again he said she was ok. I could not figure out what was wrong. He then
asked me if I had ever seen porno books. Well now I was getting
interested! I told him SURE, I look at playboy all the time..(tough
uh???) He sighed and told me that he did not have any playboy, and the
ones he had he was sure I wouldn't like. I asked him why not, and he told
me the magazine had naked guys in it. Now it clicked..he was just like
me..he liked to look at nude men. I told him that if that was all he had
I would take a look. When he pulled out his secret pile, I could tell
that he read them ALOT. The edges were bent, and some of the pages were
stuck together....just like mine! He told me that when he had moved out
here that the binding glue had stuck them together. Sure!!!! As he
handed me a magazine, I could tell he had a favorite, as we looked through
them I asked him if he thought the coach looked like these guys? He said
that sometimes the coach would take showers with the team if they won a
meet, and that the coach had a long thick cock but that something was
wrong with it. My heart sunk, as I asked him what he meant, and said he
wasn't sure, but the coach did not have a normal cock head, just a
shaft..Well as I thought of the coach in the nude and looked at the
magazine my young cock grew! I got embarrassed and told my friend that I
had to be getting home. I carried my gym bag in front of my crotch so he
and his parents wouldn't think I was a pervert. Once home, I locked
myself in my room and shot a load that almost hit the ceiling. I imagined
the coach and I in the showers. Then my mom knocked on the door for
dinner.
The next day was our last practice meet. The day after was the regional
finals. At practice, the coach was in the water with us as usual.
Checking our form and speed. The coach never allowed the girls by the
pool before a meet! Practice was over and as I climbed out of the pool
the coach yelled at me to get back in, my breast stroke needed a lot more
work. My friend said he'd see me later and left. The coach had me start
doing warm up laps. He swam next to me. Thank god for those goggles! I
barley kept a straight line...stealing peeks at the coach's crotch..what a
bulge! After awhile, he made me hang on to the side of the pool gutter so
he could watch my kick thrust. As I was kicking in place I thought I felt
his hand run over my ass!..No it couldn't be. He had me practice my
breast stroke as he gripped my shoulders to keep me still. My god, my
face was just inches away from a crotch that seemed to have grown! He
must have noticed the forward power I was exerting. (I wanted to get
closer to his cock!) He pulled me up and as he did I let my hand brush up
the inside of his thigh and over that bulging speedo. He looked at me and
smiled and said to hit the showers and to take a long one so my muscles
would not be sore for the finals the next day. Now how was I going to
hide my semi-hard cock?? I jumped out and kinda slumped over and got to
the showers. Safe at last. I peeled off my bikini racing suit and let my
now rock hard cock spring free. OH that felt so good. I lathered up, and
really lathered up my dick. Yes, I was jacking off in the school showers!
I heard the door from the pool open and close, and I could hear the coach
calling out to me to see if I was still there. I answered back. He
walked over to the wall that separated the lockers from the showers and
started talking to me about what a strong stroke and pace I had. I had
turned my back to him, and had stopped stroking my cock, but it wouldn't
go soft. Then the coach said that he needed to get the chlorine of his
body too, and in he walked. He still had on his tight bikinis. The bulge
I had seen under water had not gotten any smaller. He lathered up and
kept talking to me. He asked if I had a girlfriend yet, and I told him
no, but the ones that hung around him were great. He asked if I liked
tits. I told him the bigger the better. Then he asked if I ever tasted a
pussy. I told him no. He looked right asked me and said "well since the
girls were not at the pool today why did I have such a big hard on"? Oh
god, he had seen it. I felt it throb and grow even harder. He then asked
if it was maybe because I hadn't jacked off for awhile..before I could
answer he said "or is it from looking at my dick underwater". How did he
know? I was speechless. He walked over to me, turned me around, and
brushed his hand along the length of my erect penis! "Does that feel as
good as when you did it to me a little while ago"? I couldn't answer. He
stepped back and began to peel the skin tight speedo's from his body. His
cock dropped out followed by a real big set of balls They hung a good two
inches from the base of his cock. But his cock..my friend was right..I
couldn't see his cock head! The coach told me that he had a special kind
of man cock. He called it uncut. He told me that he could do special
things with it to make a guy feel real good. My hand had instinctively
begun a slow stroke on my penis. The coach stood there as naked a I, he
walked over to me and took my rock hard cock in his hand and took over
stroking!! He did it better than me! What happened next I'll never
forget. He moved right up to me, he put the head of his cock against
mine, and slid foreskin right over mine!. I almost shot my load right
then. He began stroking us both wrapped in his skin. As he did so, he
told me all about foreskin and docking, and began to tell me how to suck
cock....I told him that I was ready to shoot any second! He stopped
stroking and let our dicks fall apart. He pushed down on my shoulders
until I was kneeling with his uncut dick right at mouth level. The water
from the shower felt great against my back. I took hold of those
magnificent balls and gently tugged, A moan escaped from his lips. He
told me to open my mouth as wide as I could, and as I did, he slid his
cock in, my tongue slipped under his foreskin. He told me that a tongue
there felt great, so I moved my tongue under his foreskin...then I felt
the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat. I gagged. He pulled out
and told me to relax. I began to suck like a vacuum on his cock, pulling
that foreskin back and forth over his cock head. Once again he pushed his
cock deeper, but I was to far gone to really care. As it hit against the
back of my throat again I started to gag, but slid my tongue along the
underside of his thick shaft, and the next thing I knew the fat head of
his cock was in my throat, and my nose was up in his shaved pubes! He
began moving in and out of my throat. I took hold of his firm ass cheeks
and guided his cock in and out of my vigin throat! He told me he was going
to cum and for me to take his cock out of my mouth, but I wanted to feel
sperm sliding down my throat. So I grabbed his ass cheeks, pulled him as
far down my throat as I could get him and flicked my tongue all over his
thick shaft. He let out a moan that I thought the janitor would hear, and
then his cock swelled and bang...his sperm was shooting down my throat.
As his last shots were filling my mouth, I took his cock out and smeared
his cum over my face. I still had a mouthful of sperm. I looked down at
my rock hard dick, opened my mouth and let his sperm run down my belly,
and onto my cock. I started to message it in, but before I could get very
far, the coach pulled me to my feet and then got on his knees!! He licked
my asshole, then took my balls into his mouth and sucked and licked...god
I was close. He took my dick and let me watch as inch by inch he slid my
dick into his throat. He quickened his pace and stuck a sperm covered
finger up my ass and I shot my biggest load of man cum that I could
recall. I just kept cumming, and the coach kept swallowing. Cum
overflowed the sides of his mouth and ran down his smooth chest and his
rubbed it into his nipples. When I finally stopped cumming the coach
hugged me. I could feel both of our limp cocks rubbing together. I
started to get hard again..He looked down and smiled at my fresh hardon.
He told me that he loved breaking a virgin since we could get a second
hardon right away. The coach took hold of my hard and sperm-shiny cock
and led me over to his office. He opened the bottom desk drawer and
pulled out a white jar. He told me that this was lube and it was used
when fucking ass! He took a gob in his hand and reached between his legs
and lubed up his ass as I watched. My cock was dripping pre-cum again and
I was ready for my first ass! The coach bent over the desk and pulled me
closer to him. He wiggled his ass at me! My cock was so hard that I went
in balls deep on my first stroke. He squeezed his ass muscles tight and
started to milk my cock! At the rate he was pumping back against me I
knew I would cum soon. As my breathing got faster, the coach pulled off
my cock, kneeled infront of me as opened his mouth. As I shot off, he
caught my load in his mouth. I thought he was going to swallow it, but he
pointed to his hard dick and then to my mouth. I knew what he wanted me
to do, and was down and sucking before his next breath. His fucked my
face and throat with vigor! I felt his balls move up and he shot his load
into my young mouth! He quickly pulled me up and met my mouth with his.
I felt his tounge on my lips and I opened my mouth. Two fresh loads of
sperm mixed together as we both swallowed what we could. As we broke our
kiss, sperm ran down our chins to which we rubbed into our skin.
The coach and I sucked and fucked all summer. I even taught my friend
from Texas how to do the same. We got into some pretty hot three-ways
after out swim meets. The coach fucked my virgin ass a couple of times
but I was a top man, which was fine since the coach and my friend were
both bottoms.
To this day, I am always on the look out for pool fucks. I frequent our
local nude beaches, and wear very skimpy speedo's, leather jocks, or nylon
g-strings to get the attention of the other men! Then I stand in front of
the guy that I want and pull my suit off. I usually have my cock
surrounded by either a leather or rubber cock and ball stretcher. This
makes my hard cock harder and thicker. All this from a high school swim
coach. All I can say is thanks coach!!!!
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