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Train day one

trainman on Gay Stories

The train was filled with tired people. 6PM was never my favorite time to use public trasportation. I sat down and relaxed, staring out  the window. I felt very... sixteen. The train vibration made my dick hard. There was no one sitting opposite me, so I didn't bother hiding it. On the next station, a guy walked past my seat, glanced at me and stopped. He walked back, and sat in the seat infront of me. After a while, I noticed he was staring at me. I asked if I knew him, but he shook his head, without lifting his gaze from my crotch area. I sat there confused for a few moments, and he began to speak. What came out of his mouth took me off guard. He wanted me to suck him off, and he wanted to pay for it. That's exactly how he said it. At first I thought he was pulling off a lame joke, an
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d I laughed. His eyes never left my hard dick, and his facial expression never changed. He then offered an amount of money that made me stop laughing. I was always bi curious, but I never thought I'd want to do a guy. Strangely, my dick started pulsating. I was so turned on by all this, I started feeling dizzy. I said okay. He got up and rushed into the toilet. I took a deep breath and followed him in.
His pants were already on the tap, and he was jerking off and panting. He moaned for me to kneel down. I hesitated a minute, then dropped to my knees. He grabbed the back of my head and rammed his big, sticky cock into my mouth. Nothing felt so good. He fucked my mouth for two minutes and I felt his warm cum splash out. I licked his dick clean and sat there, not knowing what to do with the sperm in my mouth. He motioned for me to take my shirt off, and I did. Then my pants. I was naked in a train toilet, sucking dick.. Who would've thought.. I spat the cum on my chest and spread it around. This was the first time I realized how erogenous the nipple area is. My dick never felt so solid. His penis was hard again. He sat on the toilet seat and I went to him. I started jerking him off. He was much bigger than my six inches. It felt great to hold such a big dick. I massaged it for a few minutes, then he turned me around, got up and said he'd give me twice as much if I let him fuck my asshole. I didn't even think about money at this point. I turned around and moisted my hole with his sperm. He rushed inside and my whole body spasmed in the quick forward-backward motion. He slapped my thighs, and touched my back, played with my balls and spat on my ass for fifteen minutes. He rammed a couple of times slower and took his dick out, brought it to my face from behind and came on my right cheak. I scooped up the sperm and pushed it in my mouth. I swallowed. He sat down, panting. I did, too, jerking off my own, smaller penis. Jets of cum shot out of it, on my chest. I gathered it, too, and drank it, enjoying. He put his clothes on, threw the money on me, still on the floor, and got out. I lay there for a while,wondering what just happened.

The Greek Lads (part 3)

lukepreston on Gay Stories

I think we fell asleep for a while. I was certainly dozing when I felt him move under me. I was in a half awake, half asleep in a nowhere place with a montage of images drifting through my mind. I could see the other lads at the café, sitting with their ice-coffees, sipping through straws and watching me from under dark eyebrows. In dreams I could stop in front of them, be invisible and stare at their tightly packed jeans. I could take my time to admire their smooth, young faces and their tight fitting tee shirts that showed off their broad chests. In sleep I could imagine them also following me home as my lad had done. See them walk into the room where we now lay. I cou

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ld hear them murmur in their strange language and understand what they were saying. That they approved and were jealous of the younger friend who had found me first, the one who had dared the risk, shadowed me home, dropped to his knees in front of me and then begged me to take him to my bed.

           

            And I could be part of everything that was happening, be the centre of it as it happened in real time.

           

            The other lads gather at my feet and start to stroke my legs. They comment on their strength, marvelling at how another guy feels. I know that they have all wanted to try this, have all had fantasies about sex with another man. And I know that, until now, they have not had the courage to try it. Not for all their bravado and their machismo. To talk among themselves of sex with their girlfriends is fine, even if the talk is only fantasy too, but to talk of sex with a man, to admit that they want to try it; that takes real courage. And somehow in the balmy heat of the late evening they are finding that courage. And they have found us. Lying in each other’s arms, our sweat still drying, our cocks still sticky from the pleasures we have just given ourselves.

            And in my semi-dreaming I can hear the rustle of clothes as they strip, this group of five around the bed. One kneels beside my young friend, feeling the smooth arse cheeks while undoing his own tight jeans. And another crouches beside my head, toying his fingers through my hair, planting tiny kisses on my face, tentatively so as not to wake me. But I am awake.

Beside the bed the tallest, the broadest, peels off his shirt and runs his palms slowly down his ribbed chest towards the top of his trousers. His long fingers slide inside and he grabs the growing bulge that waits within. He has a proud, classic face. His eyes are dark and his lips moist. He thinks I am not watching as he cocks his head at another lad. This one is smaller, tightly built and strong. He stands back a pace not daring to come forward until his mate tells him it is o.k. And now he is kneeling and the tall guy is unbuttoning his fly. A flash of white and the massive cock inside pushes his shorts through. His cock is bent painfully down and forces its way out like the back of a whale breaking the surface of the ocean. Powerful and beautiful. The smaller lad looks up from his kneeling position and his eyes do the begging for him. Carefully, as this has never been done before, he raises a hand and touches the growing cock, lays his hand flat on it as if he is measuring the length. And the taller one pulls his shorts down at the front so that his great tool is released. It hangs long and dark over the waist band, the head already wet. He takes it in his fist and his large hand covers only the base. The rest he places against the lips of his subservient friend who waits for permission to feed. And then, oh so very slowly, the great length is pushed gently in between the youthful lips. It probes them before parting them and filling the eager mouth with a new experience.

Beside me my young friend is moaning again. The same sounds as he made when I explored his arse with my tongue only a short while ago. I turn my peaceful gaze to him and he is smiling back at me. His face glows with delighted confusion and he reaches out his hand to touch me.

‘Are you awake?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘My friend, are you awake?’

Yes I am awake.

I was awake and back into real time. No one else in the room but us. Just me and him. But he was enough.

I flattened his dark hair with my hand as he lay on his front. He had somehow slipped out from under me as I dozed and now delighted me with the sight of his young body stretched beside me. It was like he was saving the best for last. I had still not seen or tasted his cock. He had feasted on mine, sucked me dry and in return I had made him come as I showed him the ecstasy my tongue could bring to his virgin arse. We had rested but I was still not finished. He had said that we had all night. It was dark outside by then. I could hear a church bell toll mournfully in the distance and feel only the slightest breeze nudging in through the open window. Outside a street lamp tried to light the blackened alleyway and shed only the slightest, orange glow, into our room.

I shifted myself. Slid one leg over him and pushed myself up so that I sat across his thighs. My flaccid cock fell onto the small rounds of his backside with a thump and rested there as I looked down onto his strong back. Leaning forward I kissed the back of his neck and his hands immediately made fists, screwing up the sheets as he pulled them in towards himself and sighed. I took his shoulders in my hands and massaged them slowly, pressing my thumbs into the back of his neck and making small circles. And then I slipped my arms under him, hugging him as I had before, my mouth beside the soft lobes of his ears.

‘Turn over,’ I whispered.

He moved without hesitation, but slowly. As I supported myself on my hands and feet, lifting myself up from him as if I were performing a push up to allow him room, he twisted first his chest and then his legs until finally I was staring down into the depths of his eyes. I stayed above him, suspended, as I looked at him. He blinked, his long eyelashes barely touching together in slow motion, and his lips drew into a coy smile. He reached up for me and placed his hands on my shoulders, I felt him brush the hair there, feeling it as if he did not believe it was real. And then I lowered myself down again slowly, so that my cock was the first thing to touch him.

I felt the downy softness of his short pubic hair brush against the end of my penis, felt his warm, limp shaft against my heavy balls as they flattened over it, enveloping it in their folds and holding it there, safe. My stomach touched against the firmness of his, my chest met the hardness of his and our nipples met sending the fizz of a static charge through my body. The tips of our noses touched and our lips fell silently together.

So very gently he kissed me back, opening his mouth to allow our tongues to meet and play. His eyes were open. We watched each other as we kissed, neither wanting to be the first to break the look of disbelief that held us together. His hands explored wherever they could reach on my back, as low as he could find he pressed them into me, forcing me closer to him. I took his head in my large, strong grip and tilted it, taking his lips away from mine and giving me access to his neck. His skin was soft, salty from the sweat and hot from the balmy night. I dug my tongue into him, below his chin, forcing his head back further and he gasped at the strength. But it was a calm strength, a peaceful strength, using only enough force to let him know that it was I who held the power over him. I had captured him with my experience. It was all that had been needed.  

I started to slide lower, all the time pressing my mouth to parts of his body that no one had kissed before. His shoulders, beneath his arms where the hair was soft and across the top of his chest where his flesh was hard. His nipples were small and delicate, sensitive to my probing and, when I gave just the slightest of nibbles there he arched his back and clung to me tighter. But I had been there before and I wanted to move to unexplored places. I could feel only a hint of puppy fat on his stomach as I licked the last traces of his cum from it. He worked hard, he was toned, but yet there was something about him that suggested he was less than his nineteen years.

His hands could reach no further than the top of my head now as I nuzzled in around his pubes. I could feel his cock had lengthened again, and now it pressed up against my chin as I bit into his flesh beside his short pubes. I could smell his musky boy smell, sweat and come, when I buried myself deep between his legs and his groin. He flinched, his back arched up again in response to my pressure and gave me more to press against. His ball sack was soft against my cheek now and his cock touched against my temple. It would soon be mine. I would soon have the prize I had hungered for since I first saw him, packet bulging in tight jeans, outside the café. My own cock was hanging, semi hard between my legs as I knelt. But it could wait. This moment was for him, not me.

I lifted my head to look up his smooth body and into his brown eyes. His own head was raised from the pillow slightly so that he could see more clearly what I was doing. His mouth was open in bewilderment, his eyes wide in disbelief. How long had he dreamed of this, how long had he waited?

He did not have to wait longer, and neither did I. I dropped my head and gazed onto his cock for the first time. It lay flat against his body, the tip almost reaching to his belly button, his foreskin was pulled right back, revealing the pink head that glistened in anticipation. The shaft was even, smooth, no veins, just dark, brown flesh that now lay taught and waiting. Below it his balls lay in their hairless sack, not big, but perfectly proportioned to his length. And around all of this were the short, almost shaved hairs that I had felt before.

I lent forward, drawing in his sweet smell in a deep breath that numbed my pounding heart and calmed my excited breathing. My tongue touched the tip of his cock for the first time and I tasted his salty precum as I probed the slit so very gently. He twitched again and I heard him breathe in sharply. And then my tongue was tracing the rim of his cock head, just flicking it, teasing it, torturing the lad whose hands pressed on my head, trying to push me onto him. I kissed his shaft, felt the springy flesh that covered the solidness beneath, turned my head so that my mouth nibbled down it like it was corn cob until I reached the loose skin beneath. Here I played my lips over the small orbs that rested freely inside. I felt them roll around on my lips before I pushed in under them and they parted across the bridge of my nose.

And then I was working upwards again, pushing his balls to one side and licking hard at his cock as I went. I reached the top and pressed the tip against him as I forced my tongue around the rim once more. I could hear his head moving from side to side, could hear him try and grunt out words through his rapid, gasping breathing. His hands fell from my head and gripped at the sheets on either side of us and his body stiffened. I took his hips in my hands, bent my head forward and placed my lips around the tip of his cock.

He was wet from my kisses and he slipped in easily, all the way down until my face was buried in the lightness of his pubes and my stubble was brushing against his balls. He gasped a quick snatch of surprise and I pulled him up so that his backside was off the bed and let him thrust in as far as he would go. There was room for more, but he had no more to give. I drew back my head, letting his cock come all the way out until the head was between my lips again. I closed them a little, made my mouth tighter for him so that when he pushed again there was more friction. His smooth hard-on slid against the roof of my mouth as I went down again and this time I rolled him around with my tongue. I held him in there, sucked on him, dug my fingers into his small arse and pulled at his cheeks. His breathing spluttered as again he tried to reach further into me.

I let him out once more, slowly, still sucking, still manipulating his shaft with my mouth, until he was once again resting on the bed. I made him wait.

‘Again, please,’ he begged and I knew then that this was the thing he had been waiting for since he first saw me. ‘Please, don’t stop.’

Something told me that once he had come, once I had sucked his youthful juice from him, he would be spent. I knew that this was my chance to give us both the last of our pleasure. I kept the tip of his cock between my lips as I turned and climbed across his chest so that I was facing his feet. His cock was pulled away from his belly, it slid in harder against the roof of my mouth like this. I held his balls, wrapped my fist around the top of the sack and pulled them down. He was thrusting into my mouth now and was losing himself in the sensations I was allowing him. I felt his hands again, holding my waist, pulling at the hair around my arse that was now over his face. He pulled me down, his eager tongue went straight against my hole and he started eating at me, fast, hard, desperate. As I went down around his cock I pushed back, forcing my hairy crack further around his face, I rolled it around, let him savour the scent of older man as I feasted on his youthful flesh. His hands started to claw for my cock and found it solid, swollen and ready. He tried to wriggle under me, to get my heavy balls into his mouth but they were too big for him. He grabbed for them with his mouth, held my cock in his fist and started stroking it. I buried my face into his balls, his cock pushing deeper into my hot throat. And like this we moved in a rhythm, in harmony. Me pushing back against his face with my hairy arse and him pushing against mine with his smooth cock.

I could hear him gasping for breath as he bit and clawed at me, his hips thrusting uncontrollably as he pushed them up, pulled them down, and tried to fuck my face. And each time he did that I pushed my arse harder against his face making his grip on my cock tighten. I felt him struggle down the bed some more and then felt his mouth around the base of my cock. I lifted myself up with my feet so that he could see the monster he was pulling on. And all the time I worked his shaft, sucking his breath though it, sliding it in and out, up and down, fingering his balls, clawing at his arse, dragging him into me, pushing him out.

Until his body stiffened, he cried out and my mouth filled with spurt after spurt of his innocent, lad cum. I kept it there, held it in my mouth as he tried to push in deeper, wanting to come again, wanting to carry on. But he was spent, his smooth cock started to turn limp and I let it slip from my mouth. His juice dribbled a little to my chin as I swung myself around and sat astride his chest. His smooth stomach felt slippery against my wet arse hole as I towered over him, my cock standing out solid and ready just like when he’d first seen it.

He grabbed for it, put both hands around the shaft and pulled. Slowly up and down, his face screwed up in concentration and his eyes fixed on the swollen purple head. By balls banged against his chest as he beat on me as if his life depended on it. I tipped forward, my hands either side of his head, and felt the deep down tingling that told me he was going to get a face full of man juice.

And he did. My cock erupted and shot a stream of thick hot cum that splattered onto his lips. He opened his mouth and caught the next load, kept his mouth open to catch the rest. Some landed on his cheek, some across his nose until, after five or six powerful spasms his face was dripping and my balls were empty.

He let go of me and I sat back down on his hips. I could feel his flaccid cock lying helpless and exhausted beneath my buttocks. It dribbled the last if its juice into the hair in my crack as I stared down at him. He opened his mouth, showing me what he had collected there, and then swallowed. I did the same with what I had of his. As if we were sharing some sort of communion we drank together before we strained our bodies to kiss and share the last drops equally between us.

As I said when I first sat down to write up this account, it is now dawn and he has just left. We fell asleep and there were no more dreams of the other Greek lads wandering into my apartment. I woke up during the night and found my new friend still lying beside me, naked, curled up against me with one had across my broad chest. And a little while ago I woke again. He was sliding from the bed as if not to wake me.

‘Are you going?’ I said, and my whisper seemed loud in the silence of the darkest hour.

‘I must go to work.’

He knelt down beside the bed and placed his head on my chest. ‘Can I come back? Maybe tonight?’ His huge round eyes reflected the street lamp outside and were moist.

‘Sure,’ I said and stroked his hair. ‘If you want to.’

‘I want to.’ He sounded almost offended that I’d hinted otherwise. I knew he’d be back. ‘But…’

There was bound to be a ‘but…’ I said nothing, just waited for disappointment.

‘But may I bring someone with me next time?’

I will not count the hours. I will go about my holiday until this evening and wait to see what happens. If he returns, with or without a friend, I will be happy. If I never see him again, I will still be happy because I will have the memory. “Etsi einai i zoi mou,” as they say in Greece. “Such is my life.”

But, if he does return, I will discover his name.

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Fun at the Bakery

likesit33 on Gay Stories

Just turned 18 and just got hired at a production bakery. Great pay and benefits. But I never expected that a year later I was known as the Supervisor's bitch to everyone at the bakery. The Supervisor of the bakery was a big strappin' man. 6' 4" with red hair and a heavy French-Canadian accent when he spoke. I have always been thin. You could even say that I am not very masculine. I have always been more attracted to men rather than a woman, but have never told anyone about my feelings. All of this started on the first day of work. I was in the locker room changing into my white clothes for work. Out of nowhere, I gaze up and there standing right in front of me was George, the Supervisor. He is so close that the huge bulge in his pants was less than a 1/4 inch from my mouth. I
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know he could feel my hot breath, soon that bulge started to grow. Neither one of us moved or said anything for what seemed like an eternity! All of a sudden, with a quickness, George had pulled out his huge cock, and was soon shoveing that sausage down my throat. I was amazed at how much I was enjoying participating in this perverse act. George had now picked up the pace and was really fucking my face hard. George was now breathing hard and groaning loudly. His hard dick in my mouth was sheer bliss! He had such a large mushroom head, and the velvet like texture sliding in and out like a jack hammer. George's cock started to leak quite a bit semen. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I could not wait to feel the hot spurt of sperm in my mouth. Then with a loud groan and a death grip on my hair George cums and he cums. I mean that man let out a torrent! I was gulping as fast as possible, but I was soon had his cum all over the front of my mouth! What was more unbelievable was the fact I had cum in my pants, at the sametime George came in my mouth. As I started to turn around I was met with utter shock! Standing and watching George fuck my mouth what looked like half of the employees of the Plant! There were also photos taken with cell phones, Christ what was I thinking! At that moment George pressed his huge body and has me pinned against the lockers. He stated "I gues this means we are dating, you are now my bitch, and I am your man" he boasted out loud. He further said "you know now that you are my bitch, I hope you can fuck good!". Upon hearing that, nothing else mattered anymore! Just the thought of this huge man fucking my my virgin asshole has made me dizzy with pure perverse lust. Just the thought of George shooting his wad in my poopshoot. The anticipation of his baby batter oozing from my asshole! This man comes in quarts, let me tell you! And that was my first day at work! I must say, strange start?

Curious no more Part II

davehh39 on Gay Stories

When Steve told me to get undressed I got pretty nervous all over again. I had just sucked him off, the first cock I had ever serviced, and when I come back from cleaning up in the bathroom he's nursing an enourmous erection with a bottle of baby oil on the table next to him. I knew what he wanted but didn't know if I wanted to go that far. I could barely fit my mouth around his thickness to give him a blowjob. I seriously doubted that it would fit my virgin asshole.


He clearly understood the expression on my face. „Are you worried? You don't have to do it if you don't want to. I promised that from the start and I'll stick to it. If it makes you feel any better, I fuck my wife in th

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e ass every once in a while and she loves it!“


„I don't know about this. It took a lot of courage to taste your dick. I had trouble fitting it in my mouth. There's no way it will fit down there!“


„Trust me, if we go slow and use enough of the oil, it will fit. My wife's first time hurt her for about the first 3 minutes. After that, she said it was one of the most exciting sensations she's ever had.“


„Ok, but if I stay stop, then I mean exactly that. You have to stop.“


I took off my clothes and let them fall into a pile next to the coffee table.


„Wow, you have a really nice cock too huh?“


I was fully erect in anticipation of trying yet another first in my sexual life. Steve motioned for me to come over to him. At first I hesitated but then decided to comply. I figured I'd try it. If I didn't like it he promised to stop. Steve stood up, his cock bobbing around like one of those blow up punching clowns, and slid the coffee table out of the way to the center of the room. He turned to pick up the baby oil and motioned for me to come closer.


„Suck it some more for me. I love how you suck my big dick!“


I immediately fell to my knees and took him into my mouth for the second time that night. As I sucked him he gently, but firmly, pressed his hips toward my face driving his stiff cock an inch or two down my throat. Even though I choked on it I didn't ask him to stop. After a couple of minutes he said that it was time.


„Turn around and lean over the couch. I'll lube you with the baby oil then we'll give it a try Ok?“


I nodded in agreement and turned toward the couch. I laid my upper body over the seat of the couch with my swollen dick up against the front of the couch. I braced myself with my knees against the base of the couch and spread my legs wide enough. I didn't want to look back so I closed my eyes and buried my face in the couch cushions.


Suddenly I felt the cool dribble of baby oil running down my ass crack. The sensation of the cool, slippery oil almost made me cum right then. I couldn't believe that my cock was so sensitive. I heard Steve rubbing his hands together and assumed he had oiled his hands. As he started to caress my ass cheeks I could feel the oil coat me skin. Steve spread my cheeks with one hand and slowly began pushing a finger up into my backside with the other hand. I flinched at first but did my best to relax and allow the penetration.


Steve began to slowly work a finger in and out of my ass, drizzling his finger with the oil as he worked me over. At first it hurt a little but after a minute or two felt absolutely wonderful. It felt as if it tickled slightly and massaging my glands instantly brought me to the edge of a cum shot. I had been fingered by a couple of women as they sucked my dick before so I knew what it should feel like. Steve began to shift his finger from side to side while keeping it pointed directly up my shute in what I guessed was a maneuver to loosen me up a bit. I inadvertantly began to moan softly as he fingered my ass. Man this felt good!


Steve pulled his finger free and wiped it around my right ass cheek. He ran his hands firmly up and down my spine and rib cage. As he leaned forward I could feel the heat of his dick as he began to grind it up and down in the crack of my ass. As I looked back over my shoulder he again spread me open with one hand and took a firm grip of himself with the other. I instinctively spread my knees a little wider apart presenting him my ass. He took the queue and pressed his enourmous head against the opening of my canal. The heat from the head of his dick against my hole was exhilarating.


With a slow but firm push he began to enter me. I reflexively clenched my ass as his bulb strained to penetrate my virgin asshole.


He whispered, „Relax, it's Ok. I'll go slow.“


He retreated slightly, lined me up again, and for the second time began to apply the forward pressure. I did my best to relax to allow him access but I have to admit I was scared. At this point it didn't really hurt which suprised me. The baby oil felt warm combined with the blazing heat of his dick head. He applied steady pressure and slowly but surely his helmet began to disappear into me. There was a stinging feeling and suddenly, with a popping motion, he was in. My ass burned as his head entered me and I continued to try to relax as much as possible. Steve withdrew slightly and slowly stabbed his cock into me again. This time a few inches found it's way up my butt and the pain hit. I let out a gasp and clenched the material of the couch cushions in my hands.


„Should I pull it back out? Are you Ok?“


„Yeah, go slow but don't stop. I think I can take it.“


Steve again slightly withdrew and then pushed himself forward once more. He was definitely in me now, probably about half to two thirds I guessed from the pressure. I couldn't look. I could only brace myself and hope that it wouldn't hurt anymore. Steve remained still for a minute or two allowing me a moment to get used to the feeling. I felt as though I was about to shit myself but had read that that is how it feels at first. He caressed my back and shoulders trying to comfort me. Slowly the pain dulled and when it had disapated to near nothing I rocked myself backwards impaling myself on his magnificent dick a little further. At that moment he knew that I was Ok and forced himself the rest of the way in until his pelvis bumped up against my ass cheeks.


Steve took hold of my hips with both hands and began fucking me. Slowly at first, then every few strokes a little harder and deeper. I could feel his balls swing up and slap against my own nuts with each thrust. The pain had subsided and I began to enjoy the feeling of a man abusing my ass. As I arched my back to give him a better angle he began to jab me even harder. God I was loving it!


„Oh, ah, ah, mmmm, oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me now! Just do it! Fuck me! Oh Steve, please fuck me like your wife!“


The violation then took on a whole different feeling. He knew now that I wanted what he was doing to me. He wanted what he was doing to me. I felt him edge a little further forward. Hi reset his grip on my hips. Then he started fucking me in earnest. The slapping sound of his pelvis against my ass cheeks was getting louder, almost violent. His balls would bash against mine with each slam of his cock. He was completely filling me. I guess that's the best way to describe it. Getting fucked didn't hurt anymore but there was a strange sensation of being full. I reached back and started to furiously jack myself as Steve continued pounding himself up my ass. He was panting and sweating as he blasted himself back and forth. I suddenly had the most intense cum shot of my entire life as my own cock spit several times against the front of the couch. I squeezed the base of my dick as hard as I could but there was no holding it back.


Steve began to grunt louder and I guessed he must be getting close to unleashing his own explosion. He was fucking me really hard and incredibly fast now. I wondered how much longer I could hold out having a huge cock ripping my ass open with every thrust. Then it happened!


„Aahhh, aahhh, unghhh! I'm cumming! Oh fuck! I'm cumming!“


I could feel the head of his cock explode as his sperm filled my canal. He continued to slam me which caused a squishing sound as his cum leaked out around the seal my ass had on his shaft. It sounded kinda gross but the heat and the sensation were absolutely amazing. A few more long, quick stabs of his dick and my first fucking was over.


Again I looked back as his cock slumped from where he had just had it buried. I instantly felt his cum leaking down my nuts. I was kindof glad that I had blown him about half an hour ago or else he may have pumped a whole hell of a lot more inside me. He slumped down over my back panting. After another two minutes or so he stood up and stumbled back to his chair. I just lay there bent over the couch for another few minutes before moving. Slowly I got up and went to the hallway bathroom to clean up again. There was a dull stinging feeling that felt like it reached as far up as my lungs but the pain wasn't as bad as I had expected. I knew that it would be sore as hell the next morning though.


I didn't care though. I finally knew what it was to be a bitch. And I think I like it.


When I came back to the living room I quickly got dressed and said goodbye. As I turned to leave, Steve asked me when I could come back again.


I just smiled and said, „See ya tomorrow night!“


I drove home fantasizing how it would be tomorrow.







The faggy Sissy boy!!

gumbolover on Gay Stories

I looked into the kids nervous eyes, his shifty yet calm expression told me I could get what I wanted. He backed off slightly into the wall and knocked his head softly.

 

“Hey kid you ok?”

 

He quickly shifted his head from side to side erratically giving the impression that he was scared or something was wrong. He made a leap and bolted to his left side so I quickly rose out my hand and grabbed his thin boyish arm. His skin was so soft and the colour so pearly he reminded me of the milky bar kid so innocent looking.

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“Just leave me alone get off my arm.” He shouted at the top of his voice but no one was down the street at this time of the morning just me and him.

 

“You should stop squealing kid, I’m not letting go until you calm yourself down. No one round here can hear you and if they did I doubt they’d give a shit about some cheap gay boy.”

I said dashing his hopes of escape. I was much bigger than him of course and my manpower and hold on him obviously came over the poor boy.

 

“What do you want with me damn you, I’ve done nothing wrong.”

 

I checked him out all over. Yes he was just another young clubber tired and wasted from the night earlier. He wore the ever so tight t-shirt that most gay boys were these days usually one or two sizes to small. His hair was cut in the typical fashionable style with small wisps of highlighted blonde on top. His face was what really gave him his beauty. He had light blue eyes and above small plucked eyebrows that had been finished off neatly by some beautician who probably charged him twenty pounds. I placed my other hand out and lightly stroked his hair feeling the softness, oh I was in heaven and I hadn’t even got the boy naked yet.

 

A rain began to fall just lightly which assured me even more that no one was going to turn up unexpectedly. Well apart from my long term friend Dennis. He just like me loved to trawl the streets of Manchester in the early hours of the morning, picking up young boys so induced by drugs and alcohol that they are unable to communicate properly.

 

We were stood outside one of the lesser appropriate bars that the gay village had to offer, it’s known as the company bar. The clientele that drinks and eats in this place are best described as fat, ugly and smelly old men, but one thing they have in common with me is that they love young boys. I had decided now the time had come for me to make my move so I motioned the scared boy down an alley just parallel to me and covered his whiney mouth with my hand.

 

“Now listen you little shit and listen carefully, you do exactly what I say or I’ll be forced to do something to you that even your worst nightmares couldn’t contend with.” I said wrapping my hands round the boys’ neck as we stood in the confined alley.

“I will listen but please let me go your hurting my arm, I don’t understand what I’ve done I don’t even know you.” He wriggled about a little more and I saw a tear build up at the corner of his eye, he was so cute. The youth of today are so naïve what did he think I was here for to steal his wallet or mobile, what a stupid little boy.

 

I kept him at bay whilst I gently moved my hand to my crotch to get a good feel of my ever growing cock; I made sure he saw too. I looked into his terror filled eyes he was in shock and finally he had realised what was going to happen to him. He began to mutter something disjointed words accompanied by little yelps escaped his mouth.

 

The time had come so I picked up his thin puney body from the ground and hoisted him over my shoulder. He kicked and screamed into the night but no one was coming. I decided to shut him up and slapped his face three times hard.

 

“Remember what I said listen to me carefully or it wont be a slap next time it will be my foot. Now were going under the canal bridge and I’m going to strip you naked, like a faggy gay boy should be.”

 

I quickly stepped out onto the street and waited for my moment to move, finally after a minute or so I sprang across looking both ways the coast was clear. I hurried down the steps and turned to my left; I flunked the kid onto the floor and proceeded in dragging him along the ground.

 

“See boy I’m going to drag you all the way by your feet if you carry on crying.” I said as I whistled to the tune of signing in the rain to my self, I enjoy being ironically cruel every once in a while.

 

“You monster you fucking bastard, let me go.” He said.

 

“I know I’m a monster, oh did I mention my monster cock?” I chuckled to me self at that last remark. 

 

“Please don’t rape me; I’m scared I’m really scared.”

 

He was pleading with his last ounce of hopes, but I wasn’t going to give up a fresh fag boy just on his demands.

 

“I can’t wait to see that hole boy, I bet it’s all puckered and fresh untouched even, so tell me are you a virgin boy?”

 

“No” He replied

 

“So tell me how often does a fag like you get that hole fucked, once twice three times a week. Yeah I bet your some cheap escort aren’t you your only quality being your ass.” I said these things only to annoy him further, if you’re going to break a boy you have to find his week spots a few of those being humiliation and shame.

He carried on kicking and screaming but deep down between the canal walls no one was going to hear. I love a boy when he’s angry it’s so sexy.

 

We came to a small point in one of the walls or as I call it the fuck bunker. Down here was the perfect place for fucking and completely secluded.

 

I shoved him into one corner and ordered him to start taking his clothes off when he didn’t move I decided to do it my self.

I grabbed both his legs and put him upright against the wall just enough so I could pull his legs wide apart. I began by taking his trainers off underneath he had little pink socks on what a complete fag. I pulled down his jeans completely to reveal a nice but small package beneath a par of white pants, oh he was so sexy. His legs were smooth and toned I ran my fingers down them working my way up to his pants and sliding my fingers underneath. I continued doing this for some time putting my fingers in and then pulling them back out, just to keep him on edge.

 

Eventually I decided to take them right off, flinging them in the canal he had no chance of getting them back just adding to the humiliation. His cock was average size but in and around the pubic area he had shaved. I cupped his balls in my fingers applying pressure just enough for the boy to gasp.

“Ah nooooooo.” He cried I bet he loved the feeling really.

 

“Hey think about it kid will feel a lot nicer when my cocks wedged up into that ass of yours. Don’t you think?”

I laughed loudly but only to be met by the look of terror in his eyes. He mumbled something quietly, dumb kid. I pulled him around and had him stand on his hands and knees. I slapped both his thighs wide apart so I could get a perfect view of those balls and most importantly that ass. Looking at the hole I was in heaven it looked so tight. Very small wisps of hair grew around the pucker, but the majority of his skin was smooth. I decided to humour him once more.

 

“Hey kid you pay for your eyebrows to be plucked your hair to be cut and god knows what else but you’ve forgotten the last remaining thing your hole. I’ve heard these days they can wax that set you back only thirty pounds. “

 

“I don’t have that kind of money I’m only eighteen.” He said as I moved my large hands down to his penis. I rolled it between my fingers and gradually worked him into a slow rhythm; he began actually thrusting his hips.

 

“Must be hard for you fag, being scared witless then getting turned on by my hand rubbing this small cock of yours.” It was true he wanted to release the backed up semen within his balls and although me a rapist was doing it he didn’t care.

 

“You cheap fucking whore now your going to wish you had never been born when you see my mother.” He stopped for a moment when he heard my words and when I had taken my hands off his cock he moaned again. A moan of displeasure though he had enjoyed my hands clasped around his bitch clit, and nothing was there now to stimulate him.

 

I quickly undid my jeans and placed them neatly to one side I popped off my pants and let my huge manly cock jut upwards, I was so horny right now. The kid turned his terrified head backwards to look at it, the look of hell filling him up inside.

 

I wet two fingers and spread his bouncy fresh ass cheeks to one side; I began easing them in just to the point where my nails were embedded. Then without him being prepared I shoved them right up there into his rectum.

 

“Owwwwwwwwww, nooooooooo, pleaseeeeee.” He screamed out in pain. He wriggled his ass up and down them it was as though he was fucking my fingers. The discomfort was too much for him so I think that is why he was moving so much.

I reached down with my hand and slapped his balls five times.

 

“Shut up, shut up!” I shouted at him.

 

He said nothing but continued to moan to himself. I looked him over once more whilst I was applying some lube to my cock, I had some handy in my pocket.

 Just imagine being in my position having a fresh faced eighteen year old boy on his hands and knees spread wide as possible waiting to take the full length of my cock. I didn’t even need to hold him down any more he just stayed there, I think he had come to a decision there was no point fighting it, he knew I was bigger and stronger, and that very soon his sweet ass was going to be fucked………

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johnnie on Gay Stories

Gay vampire

This story began and developed upon a Halloween preparation by me and my best companion that had grew up together to our early teens and was just going into adolescent age. We were always exploring, hunting and fishing and never spent time with other guys our age in games and sports etc. He was a dark complexion lean and sineon strong he had lots of girls at  school t

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hat came on to him and guys tried to be his friend but he had a leave me alone mystery attitude. I was just opposite in appearance by being slim, light complexion and sandy haired and was often called a sissy by rough neck guys so I also avoided every one but him.  There was an old abandoned two story mansion located on a rutted and washed out dead end gravel road that we had visited a couple of times and before Halloween we decided to rig up something to scare any visitors. We could see evidence like beverage bottles and beer cans that from time to time older persons had partied there. There were lots of old beds and clothing and furniture still in the old boarded up crumbling creepy old mansion. During those years I’d never heard of places like they do nowadays where groups set up and charge admission to visit a haunted house on Halloween. So we were the first one’s to create a haunted house in our area.

This old house had a history about a man being murdered in an upstairs bed room and when it rained the blood would drip from the lower room ceiling onto a bed. We found the stained ceiling and assumed that was the stain from the blood.

We found a large closet beside a fireplace in a large upstairs room that had no windows and was dark as night in daylight.

We had carried a flashlight with us and using a large piece of cardboard we cut out a man like figure and clothed it with old discarded clothing and hung it inside the closet room with a string attached to the door so the dummy would swing out to us when opened and hung some cans on it that would rattle. And the effect was scary even to us as we practiced opening the door holding the flash light on it. It looked so looming and real as it swung toward us. We could just imagine someone opening it especially at night unsuspicious of the noise and man figure to swing out to them.

He even scared me by yelling boo in my ear and I showed my fright by grabbing him and wresting him a bit as he laughed. But during this touching of his body a new chill ran through me of the exhalation awareness of how intimate it felt to touch a person especially the one I always adored and envied.  We left feeling great about our haunted house.

 Well that weekend was my night to spend at his house and for a Halloween treat his family carried us to the movies.

The early vampire style movies were showing and he seemed to believe in them. He even said that he wanted to sleep in a coffin. He even had a cape he had made from a large sheet of material and before we went to bed he turned out the lights and flowed around me growling, hissing and laughing at my glimpsing in fear from him. He was a very dark complexion lad with long Elvis type black hair. He had a small shadow of a mustache on his upper lip. His teeth were pearly white and the eye teeth were dormant longer and shone bright between his velvet red lips and in the shadowy room his eyes gleamed white with the dark pupils dancing with glee as he chased and swooped around after me and I felt a little doubtful that he was joking and might be real with the memory of vampire movie on my mind. Now I always envied his good handsome manly macho looks and was sorter enjoying his mood of mischief as he kept haggling me about wanting my blood. I kept palming my neck veins and was feeling scary like the lady victims on the movie and I realized that I was actually acting girly in his presence.

Any way we gradually tired and just lay in bed with the radio on as we talked and confessed of his desire to be vampire by saying that he would like to sleep in a coffin days and raise up during the night to feed on humans. H slid his hands across my chest and face gently and smoothing and whispering that he needed my blood so badly. I lightly pushed his hands away and still didn’t want him to stop because his light caress and touching and the awareness of his vibrant body so close was causing a stirring in my groins and his aromas breath near my ear was so exciting as his teasing whispering that he was a vampire was hypnotizing me into feeling so sissy near his manly body. I giggled silly like and turned my back to him and he jokingly slipped one muscular arm under my shoulder and put his other arm over me binding my arms and as his warm thumping chest came in contact with my shoulder blades. I was in some sort of trance and didn’t move as his aromas warm breathing  so intoxicating as he put his lips upon my neck near the pulsing vein and then I felt his erect hard on groins touch my butt cheeks and he groaned as he clung to me in my encumbering emotional heavy breathless state.

He got his hot rubbery headed peter into my buns crevice and kept hunching gently but forceful until the lubing fluid got my anus hole slick. I just lay there letting him have his way with me and was in ecstasy with his lips sucking a hicky on my neck.

Little by little he was probing deeper into my receiving sensitive bung hole. Then before he had got very deep into me he had an organism and his man meat was lurching and throbbing only an inch or so inside my clinching ass hole.

He rolled back and was breathing heavy and I was afraid to move or anything as he soon calmed down and seemed to be asleep. It was late but It seemed like I was in turmoil for hours going over what had happened between us and I felt so much like a girl under his power and was so in fear that he would now hate me for being weak in his presence. The hicky was a new quickening sensation on my sensitive neck and I knew now that the women in the movie actually craved being bitten and drained by a vampire. Next morning he acted like nothing had ever happened and I looked long into the mirror at the hicky blue spot evidence on my neck that proved to me that I hadn’t dreamed it all.

Anyway we went on like it never happened and returned to our normal activity life conduct.

Any way we heard that some older kids had visited the old house and one of the girls had passed out by opening that squeaky old door and had really scarred the ones with her and it probably happened while we were at the movies.

Several days had passed and one evening late almost dust he insisted that we visit the old house. Actually I felt a little nagging fear about the old place and sorter refrained. He called me a scary cat and a sissy and the word sissy made me feel  weak  in the remembrances of how sissy he had made me feel during his sodomize unto me.

But to be with or near him I was willing to walk through fire so we biked on down to the rustic old building with its intoxicating somewhat sexy smell that reminded me of the musty odor the head of my peter expelled  after being unwashed for a day when the foreskin was peeled back and the aroma I smelled on my fingers after rubbing them in my buns crevice and against my ass hole . He said that he was in a hurry and rushed upstairs ahead of me and I ambled slowly following him into the now darkening gloomy old dwellings. As I neared the haunted room we had created I saw with my almost dead fading battery lights a long box like object in the back corner that wasn’t there before and I whispered his name desperately needing an answer. He whispered back through the darkness that he was over in the long box corner. I shone my dimming light on the large crate and saw a lid rise with rasping noises from the box that he had built as to be his coffin and he was sitting up in it beckoning unto me to come closer. His voice was again using that soothing hypostasizing whisper and the flash light was glimmering now upon his shiny teeth and the whites of his eyes. I approached and said man you sure scared me and how and when did you build this scary coffin. He said I knew you would like it. I said well whatever turns you on and he said that I was what turned him on. This made me weak with desire and hunger for his friendship. He stood up and stepped out of the box with his cloak draped around him and waved his outstretched arm to make the material wing out. He slowly strode and drifted toward me. I was stunned at his enchantment beauty as he came upon me and enfolded me in his arms and hissed as he bent his lips upon my neck. I was delighted to secumber so willingly to his embrace. He started making a hicky kiss upon the large vein on my tender neck. The robe fell open and he was nude under it and I felt his heated tummy and erect penis through my t shirt and thin jeans. I was instantly on a throbbing hard and I fumbled with my jeans to unclasp them so I would be nude to the touch of his tummy and groins.

He somehow lowered my weaken body back upon the floor and was hovering over me still clinging to my neck as he pressed his dick against my erection. He was holding the hair behind my neck so as to position my neck to his heated wet lips and his licking tongue. I was humble and submissive to his ever desire as he got between my legs and with his knees pushed my thighs wider. He was gouging his peter against my balls and was seeking my rectum area very slowly. I wanted so much to be taken and devoured by him. I somehow scrambled one leg out of my jeans so I could spread my thighs and raise my legs to allow his dick to touch my ass hole. I clasped my arms around his back and arched up so he could gain entrance into my now longing butt hole. He was dribbling so slick on the tip of his dick as he arched into me. I groaned with ecstasy as he sunk his dick deep into my virgin depth. Then a stab of quickening pain throbbed through my tender neck vein as his sharp white teeth made a cut upon it. I whimpered in emotional fear as I then felt the warmth of seething blood leaking into his frothing mouth as he slurped upon my ooze of blood. I had no will to resist as he thrust and strobe slowly in and out of my loosen ass hole and he was so lecherous and frantic as to devour me as he brought himself to a climax and somehow the loss of blood had weaken me into a state of bliss and his thrusting into me caused me to have a organism. He rolled over on the dusty floor and I lay quietly almost unable to move and breathing so faintly thinking I may be dying and was accepting the thought with a far off fearful trance state. I guess he dozed off like the night in bed after his first climax and I guess I also dozed off because when we both awoke I wasn’t dead and even though a little weak from the loss of  blood and also from the sexual bliss from my organism. There was a dried glob of blood on the small puncture wounds on my neck that I found later after we had hurriedly dressed and left for home parting with the same ole farewell.  I’ll see you tomorrow.

 And I knew I could hardly wait to revisit his lair and to mate with my master the gay vampire again.

Our past activities practice and conduct ceased to exist after that first bite. During the next several days we put our spare evening hours making out on in the old house using an old mattress that we moved next to his homemade casket. I became a slave lying under him and savoring the ecstasy of his climaxes unto me. After several days I became weak and found it hard to wake up mornings and to stay awake during the day. I noticed in the mirror that my light complexion face was paler and there were dark shadows under my eyes and that I was losing weight. I was so weak and druggy all the time but I still made it to his lair to be taken by him ever time we could arrange a meeting. I remember well the first and maybe third encounter of having pulsation sexual organisms but next two or so I was unable to get an erection and the only joy was to know I was pleasing him.

Finally he also stopped penetrating unto me and seemed to only want my blood. The last time he even tried to refuse contact and was telling me how weak I looked and felt to him during his taking of me. I remember crawling to him and begging him to bite me and that I needed to feel the weakness he bestowed upon me. I was so weak that he had to help me down the stairs and assist me home. My parents became concerned about my lack of energy and my mother took me to a doctor. He took my blood count and hospitalized me on the first visit. They put IV in my arm and ran several tests and found nothing wrong. During the few days in the hospital I was told that my friend was in the emergency room with a cut wrist. And the hospital law assuming he was suicidal automatically transferred him to an evaluation center for a few days. His parents thought he had become violent and disturbed. I thought that maybe he got so hungry for blood that he took his own. I got dismissed and a few days later he was dismissed and I went to visit him and found that he was put on some sort of drug as to keep him domicile. His spirit seemed broken and he was off in some other world in my presence. I was asked to not bother him and a few days later his parents without any farewells or parting words moved away. I still got those now healed scar  marks on my neck that he reopened so many times and when I see or touch them I  so very much long to have him take and drain me and would be willing to die while being taken and devoured by him with the dream as to return as one of the undead stalkers of human blood. The scars were all ridged and white again except for some reddish outlined area in the center which when I examined by holding a small hand mirror very clearly had the numbers six, six. six. My now long gone friend Damon had used his teeth to tattoo the mark of the devil on my neck 666.

My strength had returned and I even had erections and some how couldn’t masturbate as I had so many times before Damon. The only bliss I have ever enjoyed was barring my loins opening my thighs for and during the probing of meaty manhood sex organ into my vulnerary rectum and the rapture and quickening pain from his sharp teeth bite each time he sapped and drained my blood from the tender neck vein making me so weak and submissable and making me feel like his vampire lady beneath his lecherous heaving animal body. I started returning by myself to his old lair in the rustic old mansion and laying in his coffin and remembering the rapture I shared with him.  I began to dream and wonder how the blood would taste from a human neck vein during a sex organism. I had to pass his empty old home site on each visit creating a longing each time I passed by. Then one evening I saw that someone had vacated the house and I saw a boy about my age in the yard that stared

at me with clear blue eyes through a tousle of corn silk blonde hair. Our eyes met and an awareness transpired like we both had a longing for friendship. I didn’t stop or wave but went right to the lair for my evening ritual of dreaming.

After several times of passing by and seeing him just starring after me I wasn’t too surprised that he followed me and stopped a few yards distance hopeing I make some effort to be friends. I walked backwards and beckoned him to follow me inside.

I had the only light that had to be used to see inside the lair room. He entered without any show of fear for the dark gloom that awaited us. I pointed the light first at the closet door with the scary dummy and spoke softly for him to open it.

He smiled the sweetish smile as he tugged the old squeaky door open and heard the rattle as the dummy swung into him.

He was startled and gasped as he bumped into me and I put one arm up to catch his off balance motion.

He recovered quickly and laughed sorter embarrassed and turned to face me and said man that was fun.

I asked him if he liked spooky excitement and he said, Man I love the unknown. My arm was still around his waist and the touch of his body and his boyish smell was intoxication to me. I spoke with a whisper and said then you don’t mind knowing I’m a Vampire and you are in my lair as I then pointed the light upon Damon’s casket. He broke free in his haste to examine the coffin and raised the lid and peered inside it at the red soft material that lined it. He was excited upon this new scenery to him. I got up close and clasped his waist again with a caressing touch. He leaned back romantically into me and was so easy to my mood of longing as I dropped the light onto the mattress we were standing on and he turned into my embrace as we kissed wetly and savored each others tongues. He was eager to press his loins against mine and we were both breathless and fumbling to undo each others clothes so as to touch each others aroused sex organs. As soon as we were nude from the waist down with our pants around our ankles he licked down on my chest and tugged at one of my nipples with his teeth, then slid across to the other tit and took a sank a sharp bite into it bringing about a gasp and electrifying shock that aroused me. I knew that this lad was professional at teaseling and arousing a lover. He wet a trail with his tongue down to my naval and made several teasing bites at my tummy and grasped and chewed on huge mounds of flesh and hair on my pelvis area. And then draped his lips on my peter and slid his warm offrice all way down to the pelvis as in a deep throat. He then engulfed my balls and rolled them around in his mouth and dragged and stretched them to a tension that was pleasure. He put his fingers inside the crevice of my rectum and a finger tip touched my anus opening bringing back the old longing to be penetrated and stretched into. Then I got a second little fright like as when he bite my tit because he took nips at my scrotum that scared me he might open it with a bite and maybe suck my balls through a slit and swallow them and bite off the glands that secured them to my body. He slowly licked up from my groins back to my lips and sucked and chewed on them as he desperately and frantically he drew me down upon his skinny soft body and arched up so I could penetrate his bunghole. He seemed professional in ever move he made to entice me. I automatically encumbered to his guiding of my peter into his open softness and so hot ass hole and my urge to kiss his neck was driving me onward. I was so eager lecherous for to give his neck vein the devouring ultimate death bite.

 I grasped his silky hair behind his head and placed his neck in the exposed position in preparation to touch my lips to the sunken soft hollow spot between the shoulder muscle and the high breast bone. I got the soft meat sucked up and clamped my teeth down breaking the skin and he responded with a gasp and a flounce as I drove my stiff rod deep into his vulnerable ass. I got an organism instantly and was throbbing inside his innards and sucking so thirstily at the small ebbing flow of warm sweet blood from his wounded neck.  He was trembling and moaning with purring ecstasy and saying take me my master, oh take me I’m yours.

CUM SHOOTING!

horny123 on Gay Stories

as the day went by James sat in his room watching porn on the internet and thought it would be a good idea to go through his mums underwear so he did...

James went on his msn and said to his Gay friend Andrew would he like to come on over for some fun.
Andrew arrived and James opened the door & let him in so they went up to James's bedroom ...

James went and laid down on the bed while Andrew slowly undressed himself James noticed Andrews trousers bullging and went over and said
"Well well well what do we have here a 8 and a half inch cock can i help you?"

He didnt wait for a answer he undid the buttons on Andrew's trousers and pulled that and his pants down...

slowly and surely he took Andrews cock into his own mou
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th and started to suck  10 mins later James knew andy was going to cum and said hold on to my head and as he sed andys cock erupted in his mouth 12 seconds of hot cum shot down his throat.

andy bent over the desk and james inserted his dick in andys tight ass hole and thrusted and thrusted he knew he was going to cum in a min and told andy to get on his knees andy said he wanted the cum all over his face and james obliged and as he was about cum
"ANDY IM CUMMIN!!!"
he shot all of his cum across andys face and most of it in his eyes and the collapsed on james's bed....
TO BE CONTINUED
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Who picked up whom?

Frivolous young guys are cute. On a play ground recreating park This lad of 15 met me for the first time under a basketball goal and made jokes about me being an old man but seemed capacitated by the awareness my eye contact and my roving eye undressing of his body as my lust for his youth transpired between us.

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mso-spacerun: yes">  He openly desired attention. His aware but innocence virgin frivolous body language displayed tingling sensations of knowing I wanted to posses his youth. He daringly followed me into the john and made no discreetness that he wanted to view my peter during my urinating.  I openly turned so he could get a full view as I shake off the last drips from it and it became semi erect with a lurch and his luminous astonished eyes were riveted intent upon me. I softly suggested that he touch me. He seemed under my spell and timidly fondled me to a full firm erectness. He met my eye contact with a flushed domicile glazed sexual atonement. I reached out and drew his body close with a hug and he huffily responded with heated grinding thrust against my groins. I leaned devouring against his neck and kissed and tongued the hollow spot where everyone enjoys having a hicky planted.

I slowly twisted his torso around so my hard hot peter could press against his buns covered by his slinky cool satin shorts. I palmed my hand down his tummy into his shorts front to his groins and fondled his thrusting hard on. I slid his clothing down gently so my dicks blunt head now oozing sex juice could slip into the satin crevice up against his clinching bung hole. The forbidden tawny opening was already slimy from the leaking of residue that the body loses from lubing colon fluids.

He moaned and lay back in total submission against me as I started thrusting  against this forbidden non resisting virgin area.

The opening became flaccid and stretched open about two inches and I knew he was not receiving any stretch shock by my persistent gently six inch intrusion unto him.

I was slowly massaging his erection and he pressed back compliant upon my peter and I tried to prolong the pending erupting climax without any control and I gasped in his ear that I loved him and gave myself to his youthful sensations in climax and I felt his dick erupt and explode in my hand in jerky submission wetting my hand with warm semen. We got weak in the knees and squatted to the floor for a few seconds as we then quickly rose up to dress and become presentable.

Without a word we left the john and went back out but both knowing we were now lovers. We now had to become acquainted and learn each others name, address and phone number etc

 

M 14yh summer .........pt 6

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There were lots of hot days at Bare Ass Beach, but some other things were going on in the boys lives. Ricky and I had become almost inseparable, joined at the cock, so to speak. The six of us didn't spend as much time together but when we did, well, you can just imagine.

Ricky and I had been at his house most of the day, giving each other head, going 69, fucking and jacking' off. We had rode our bikes down to the store, the brothers were working and Donnie and Spencer were at the movies. So we headed on back to my house to get a new porn mag that I had found in my brothers room. We were in my room when we heard D.J., (Donnie's sister, Ricky's cousin) and another girl g
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etting out of D.J's car and walking up to their house. Ricky grabbed my hand and said,"Wait a til they are in the house for a few minutes, then I want you to see something. This is the secret I have been waiting to tell you about." He had said there was something the other day but I couldn't get it out of him.

"Lead the way." I said, feeling the excitement that only a 14 year old boy can feel.

"Shhh, be real quiet, we will around back." he held his finger to his lips.

We very slowly crept into the back yard and sneaked up to D.J's bedroom window. The shade was pulled down, but there was a space at the bottom of about an inch. We slowly raised up until we could see through the space in the shade. D.J was sitting on the bed while Sherry danced to whatever music they were playing. As we peeked in the window, Sherry pulled her t-shirt up over her head, WOW! Sherry was bra less. This boy had never seen a girl half naked in real life, and this was a girl that I had some contact with almost everyday. I always thought she was real cute, especially since my cock came to life. Seeing Sherry in shorts or a bikini had become a boner maker for me, and judging from what I heard my brother and his friends say, there was lots more to see!

Sherry turned and shook her ass at D.J. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she slowly started to slip them down over her hips. Swaying back and forth she slowly pulled her shorts down over her ass and hips. Down they went to the floor, she kicked them and stood there in her panties. Tiny panties. Turning back around, she walked over to D.J. sitting on the bed and grabber her and shoved her tits in her face. Rubbing them on her friends lips . D.J wrapped her arms around Sherry and started to suck her nipples. My cock was hard instantly. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my hard cock, stroking it slowly, a drop of precum forming on the tip. Ricky looked over at my cock and wiped the precum off and licked it off his finger.

Looking back in the window we see D.J pull Sherry' panties down, what a beautiful ass, I had no idea I was an ass man, but fuck me! I had never seen anything as pretty as Sherry's ass. It was perfect. It would be years later before I would realize this but believe me, it was the prefect 17 year old girls ass.

D.J dropped to her knees right in front of Sherry and buried her face in her tiny little patch of pubic hair. Sherry grabbed D.J's head and spread her legs and just started to grind her pussy on D.J. face. Throwing her head back she sort of growled, "I'm gong to cum, I'going to cum. I'm I'm cumming" and ground her crotch in D.J's face, D.J. grabbed her ass and pulled her into her.

Sherry let go of D.J's head and pulled her up from the floor, planting a big wet kiss on her and pulling at D.J's clothes, ripping her blouse, tearing at her at her pants buttons and pulling them down and pushing her backward onto the bed. She grabbed D.J's panties and pulled at them. D.J. raised her hips and the panties were gone. There, right in front of us was the first pussy I had ever seen in person. Sherry got on her knees between her thighs and pushed them wide apart. D.J had more hair than Sherry(I would find out later that Sherry shaved a lot of her off) It was blondish and looked like silk. Very neat little triangle. D.J put her feet up on the edge of the bed and scooted her ass forward. Sherry leaned forward and licked her pussy from the top to the bottom, spreading it open with her fingers I got my first look at pussy lips, all purplish and pretty and this little tiny knot/knob looking thing right at the top of the lips(her clitoris, I would learn later). Sherry licked faster and faster on the little knobby thing and the more she licked the wilder D.j got. Rolling her head back and forth and saying "Eat me Sher, oh god eat my pussy. Stick your tongue deep in me. D.J grabbed her head and pulled her face deep in her crotch. "Oh damn, eat MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

We watched the girls play for a few minutes more but we couldn't stand it so we went back to my house and sucked each others cocks, got hard again and fucked each other.

When we told Donnie and the gang about it they were all really turned on by it and we had more cocks to suck. Funny how that worked out.
And they wanted to figure out how we were all going to get to see this show.
More to cum soon ...........