I shoved my shorts and jock down to free my own cock. It wasn't quite hard but it was getting there. My cock didn't snap to like a lot of guys, I guess because it was so damned big it took awhile for that much blood to get down there.
I groaned and tried to pull away from him, but he held me too tight, one hand clasped around the back of my head. I was wide-eyed with shock. I never expected anything like this, never a day in my life. He smashed his mouth harder against mine and his tongue raked back and forth across my lips that I kept tightly closed.
On the way to the motel to meet Rich, I couldn't get our phone conversation out of my mind. Rich wanted to fuck me. He wanted to fuck my ass. I had chills up and down my spine every time I rewound the conversation back in my head. Up till that time, I hadn't even wondered what it would be like being on the receiving end of a hard cock in my ass.
Joe Binder set his coffee down and picked up the file from his desk. He was relieved to see that it was a single amputee; left leg, just above the knee. Not an ideal situation but he would still have plenty to work with, providing he could reach the guy's head. He picked up his coffee cup and went to stand at the window. To stare, was more like it.
Joe Dickerson returned from the construction site at the end of the day just in time to see the new guycoming out of the trailer. He hadn't met him yet, but there was a lot of talk about him showing up for his interview wearing preppy jeans and a short-sleeved shirt with a button-down collar and new tennis shoes.
The excitement caused precum to gush out into his hair. I squeezed my cock to stop the flow. Rich leaned back, lapping his way up the underside of my cock.
It was one of those rare times when the day was over before the sun went down. Doug Brady finished drying off beside his bunk and slipped into a pair of white briefs. Then he dug out the only letter he'd gotten at mail call from his locker. It was only the second letter he'd received from Scott, his best friend from high school, since he'd been in basic.
Brocker was a major leaguer who had been in the papers and all over the news for speaking out so bluntly against gays and coloreds. They were sending him back to the minors to get his head on straight and get his shit together; a form of sensitivity training, they said.
I wrapped my arms around him and when he lifted his butt up off the chair I tugged on his shorts. I pulled them off and down his legs, leaving him in his jockstrap. I'd never seen a jockstrap like it.
I went up to my room and got the video box that I'd found at the adult video store. It was difficult to go back down and face the man. "This isn't exactly my proudest moment, either, admitting that I frequent the adult video stores, but....well, I found this." I handed him the box.
Wesley lifted my legs up and Tyson took hold of them. A smaller man's cock would have slipped out in that position but there inches of his cock still inside me. Wesley applied some lube to his cock and set the head of his cock firmly against the upper lips of my hole.
About the third night I woke in horror to find Kyle practically on top of me, his arms and legs wrapped around me. And his big, meaty cock pressed hotly against the back of my thigh.
Tucker Price was the epitome of young manhood when I was in college. I was a freshman, he was a senior, and a jock with muscles where other guys didn't even know they were supposed to have muscles.
I was in rural Tennessee when I ran out of gas. It was very rural, even backwoodsy; a place where you probably didn't want to be stranded after dark. It was high noon and hot. I'd turned off the highway at a truck stop and headed into the hill country and I'd misjudged the distance.
Pete thrust both of his long, thick fingers into Randy's ass and I could see the sinewy muscles in his forearms dance as he moved them around inside him.
My younger brother, Cody, was eighteen, a senior in high school, before I found out he was gay. I was twenty-one, a junior in college. I came home for Easter break a day early.
I knew I wanted to suck his cock, but the image of Will in that sling, being fucked so brutally, and the way he enjoyed it....fuck! The machine beckoned me, but there wasn't time.
I lay on top of him, nearly out of breath. I'd never had such an exhausting fuck in my life. Part of it was, I'd never had a female partner put so much into it, and this Swiss soldier was a challenge to keep up with
Like I said, that was the first of many camping trips. David was insatiable when we were out in the woods, and he was more loving. I liked that about him, and to this day, I still get a tingly horny feeling when I'm in a woods and remember our times together.
They were both ready. They couldn't have held off if they wanted to. Jordan went first; Bryce followed by three or four seconds, and both of their cocks began exploding. Jordan happily accepted Bryce's warm, spurting cum, swirling it all around the swollen head, while his own boy-juice shot deep in his teammate's ass.
Coach watched him walk into the bathroom, following his tight, round butt with great interest. It all came back each time he saw one or all of his athletes in various states of undress, fueling the constant struggle that waged inside him.
He was packed into his uniform like GI Joe, pants that fit snugly but not too tight, massive thighs bulging inside the pant legs and the tan material stretched around a very noticeable bulge at his crotch.
It didn't hurt that he was built like the proverbial brick outhouse. Guys joked that he had muscles in his shit. He probably did; he had muscles where other guys didn't even know they were supposed to have muscles.
Well, I'm one guy, and you're naked in front of me all the time. How many guys were in the locker room when you played football back in high school? How many guys are in the locker room at the gym when you strip down to shower?
I looked at him, thinking it was a weird thing for a stranger to be telling me, thinking he was drunk, but then our eyes met, and his eyes were as clear as mine. He wasn't drunk. He smiled and nodded at my cock. "Why don't you hold that with your other hand," he said.
Most of the big guys were bulky, with poor definition. Not Jake. He looked like he was carved out of rock. He was standing at his locker in his jockstrap, looking not too happy about something.
The excitement and pride of being watched as the only cadet firefighter in school quickly gave way to the excitement of actually going to a fire. His mind was already there, thinking what he would do, remembering the training.