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The Beginning Of A Great Summer Part 3

* This is continued from parts 1 and 2. Read those parts to better understand this one*
I awoke to an empty bed. It was very early. It was 6 o’clock. My ass was sore but not as sore as last night. I got off the bed and into the kitchen. I saw my dads beautiful ass at the sink, washing dishes. I walked up behind him, rubbed his ass and said, “ Morning.” He responded by saying, “ Morning, well someones feeling frisky and maybe even horny by the looks of it. Maybe tonight bud, we have to go to your uncles and pick him up. Were spending the night so pack a bag.”
I said, “ Aw dad come on! Im fucking horny. I need my hole filled with your raw meat” I winked and he said, “ Alright a quickie than shower, get dressed and we have to go. it’s a long ride.”
We walked to his room and I sat on the bed. He grabbed the bottle of lube of his dresser and I said, “ Mm dad let me lube up your cock, you can lube my ass.” I was feeling extremely horny and I wanted him to either eat my ass out or finger me. I got on my knees and licked his shaft and tongued his huge swelling balls. I put some lube on his cock and my hand and jerked him off slowly. He told me to get on all fours. I listened and I felt him put the tip of the bottle to my ass and he squirted. I felt the tip of his now throbbing cock line up with my ass. I said “ Fuck it dad! Shove that cock in my hole. Pound me hard!”
The next second his cock ripped into my ass. I felt a very sharp pain followed my pleasure unimaginable. He was pounding my ass furiously while I jerked my cock. He was moaning and grunting so much. I was basically yelling from pleasure. He was fucking me for a good 15 minutes when I felt him tense up. I knew he was gonna cum soon. I felt my orgasm coming and just like that I starting moaning loud and louder until I shot my thick load all over his bed. It was a big mess but so worth the pleasure and orgasm. My dad came instantly. He starting grunting to the point where people outside could have heard him and I felt a warm sensation get pumped into my ass. He stayed inside of me and we were both sweaty and out of breath. He said, “ Ok shower time” and winked.
I hopped off the bed and I felt some cum seep out and run down the back of my thigh. I than ran to the shower. My dad was already in the shower and almost rinsed off. He told me to hurry up as I got in the shower. He got out and went into his room. He was gone about 2 minutes when he came in with a pair of underwear. He said, “ Son since theres not a lot of time left and we both don’t have clean underwear, im giving you a pair of my used ones. I packed some of my shorts and shirts into one bag for us, as soon as your dressed we can go. I hope you don’t mind about the underwear.” I said, “ Dad a couple of things, I don’t mind about the underwear because if your cock has been in that its not going to phase me, your cock was just pounding me a couple of minutes ago.” He laughed. “ And another thing did you pack the lube and he has a pool right? Did you pack the bathing suits.”
My dad had a smile on his face and he replied, “ I packed both lubes and he does have a pool but we can go in without bathing suits.” I just finished my shower and I dried off. He handed me the underwear and some shorts a shirt and socks and I quickly got dressed. My shoes were still in his room so I slipped them on and out the door we went.
The car ride was about 5 hours. The first 3 hours went fast because I slept. I awoke with my cock hard. It went away after awhile. We stopped at a rest stop and I didn’t have to go to the bathroom but my dad did. So I went into a stall and pulled my underwear and shorts down. I heard a man go into the stall next to me and I heard a familiar sound. Sounded like a slapping sound. The guy was jerking off! I knew it wasn’t my dad because he left the restroom to get coffee. I quickly pulled up my shorts and left. I didn’t want to get horny again. We got back in the car and we arrived about an hour later. We went to the door and my uncle answered the door in just a robe. His robe was not closed and everything could be seen. It turned me on and he was a hairy man. Another turn on. We walked in and it was hot. My uncle said “ Sorry about it being so hot, the ac just died. And Mike your dad told me all about what he told you. Im the same way but my son isn’t. Feel free to walk around like you do at home, act like you do at home and maybe get my son to do that.” He winked. “Mike if u go up the stairs, the last door in the hallway is where you’ll be sleeping. You’ll be bunking with your cousin jeff.”
I walked up the stairs and down the hall. I heard soft moaning and thought oh boy. I walked into Jeff’s room and he was at the edge of his bed jerking off. “ Oh shit,” He said. Jeff had gotten more mature from the last time I saw him. His arms were toned, nice body. He started to get pecs and thank god he wasn’t like a hairless 12 year old. Well actually he’s fourteen. His legs and thighs had hair and he had the treasure line. His cock was nice at least 6 inches. I responded quickly, “ Ah don’t worry about it. Listen im gonna tell you something my dad told me. Were all men here. You see how your dad walks around?” He nodded. “ Well me and my dad do the same thing. Your dad wants you to be a man. Don’t be afraid bro, walk around nude. Let everything hang free. Watch me im gonna get nude walk down stairs and I guarantee my dads nude as well. I took off my shirt and I saw he was mesmerized. I took off my socks and shoes and in one swift motion my underwear and shorts. He stared at my cock and my body. I saw his underwear rise and smiled. Before I left the room he said wait! I turned around and he spoke. “ I think im bi and I know what it is. I’ve had sex with a girl already.” I smiled and said “ My man!” “ but I wanna know what its like to be with a guy.” I said ok after dinner. His eyes widened and he grinned. I walked out of the room and down the stairs. As I walked down the stairs I heard balls slapping and moans and grunts. I got down to the bottom step and saw my uncles legs in the air. My dad was fucking his brother! I walked over and said, Can I join” My dad stopped fucking and my uncle got up and stood up. I saw his beautiful body and huge cock. He was all muscle and very hairy. His cock had to be at least 11 inches and his balls were hanging low and big. “ Ill fuck you” My uncle said.
He sat down, lubed his cock up and before I sat on his cock he grabbed my cheeks and spread them. He licked my ass and plunged his tongue deep. He licked inside my ass and got it nice and wet. He said “ are you ready for my monster meat to tear up your sweet pink hairy hole.” “ My ass has been dying for your meat since I heard we were coming here” I straddled him and sat in his cock. We were going slow at first but soon he started to pound me raw and hard. I was facing him and my balls slapped against his big, hairy chest as he pounded me up and down. Imagine a lot of UHHH and yeah fuck yeah fuck me. I saw Jeff walk down the stairs and what shocked me was he wasn’t horrified my these huge muscular hairy men fucking abut he was jerking off to us. He came instantly all over the floor. I started moaning and grunting and my uncle knew. He opened his mouth and I cam all over him. Some in his mouth some on his chin and all over his chest. I felt my ass get pounded and it was even more pleasurable when he was about to cum. His cock started getting hot, it was rock solid and I felt it expand in my ass. He groaned and yelled out loud and I felt waves of cum coat my ass it went deep in me. After all that me and uncle mark showered together. He ate my ass out as I jerked off and than I jerked him off. We dried off sat down at dinner. All of us were nude even jeff! Me and jeff went into the pool and dad and mark went into the hot tub.
Jeff said, “ Im ready for you.” He swam to the stairs got out and I followed. I saw my dad straddle uncle mark, and laughed. Mark said, “ where you going?” I said like you, me and jeff are gonna have some fun.” They chuckled and winked. I opened the door screamed, “ Jeff are you ready?!” and shut the door.
* Look for part 4. That will be the last part. Before part 4 I will have other stories though!!*

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The Pressure Relieving Boy

I’m in the upper part of my teens now, but this is not a story about the most recent years. Instead, it’s about my earlier years. I would not consider myself a man now, and at that point in time I was far – very far, indeed – from it. If the thought of sex and sexual activities with (more or less) consenting younger boys upsets you, then maybe you should read no further. To those bold and delightfully depraved enough to continue, this is me telling you about my adolescent years.

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The Brothers Return

Derek had never mentioned his brothers in any of our long chats at his house or during break at school. I never asked because I assumed it was a sensitive subject. I had no idea.

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Sean – A Night-Club Conquest

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Snowed In at my House

It all started one Friday night after a long day at school. It was the first semester of freshman year in high school and a guy named Paul and I had become great friends. I had planned a small party at my house for about 10 guys and girls. Paul was staying at my house because his parents were out of town, so he rode home with me once school got out. Being that it was mid December, it snowed a lot. Before we knew it, a huge snow storm had come in and shut down everything in the city. None of my friends could make it over to my house. We were all stranded.
Likewise, Paul and I were stranded at my house, and we tried to occupy ourselves. We played Call of Duty for a few hours followed by some pool. We watched a few movies and before we knew it, it was late, around 3am. My parents had gone to bed for the night. I asked Paul if he was tired and he said no. I wasn’t either.
Like guys always do, we got talking about girls and sex. Being only freshman in high school, we were both still virgins. I asked Paul if he jacked off.
“I mean…yeah”, he replied.
“How often do you do it?”, I asked.
Paul got a little nervous and hesitated. He eventually said he did it a few times a week. I could already feel my dick starting to get hard. Still nervous, Paul changed the subject and said we should play some cards. I got the cards out and we started to play poker.
A few hands in, we were back to being bored. I had never done anything with a guy before, and after being in high school for half a year and showering with other guys after gym, I got a little curious. I had never seen so many young dicks in my life. I decided to make things interesting.
“Want to make this game a little exciting and make it a game of strip poker?”, I asked.
“I guess.”, Paul said.
We agreed that each hand lost would mean losing an article of clothing. We each counted to make sure that we started with the same number of items. Each of us had a pair of socks, pants, boxers, and a shirt on.
I dealt the first hand, and I lost. There went the socks. The next hand I won, and off went Paul’s socks. Paul lost the next two hands. He was now just down to his boxers. I could see a nice happy trail going straight to his pubes. The bulge in his boxers was starting to get bigger. Again, Paul seemed pretty nervous.
I dealt the next hand, and sure enough, Paul’s luck didn’t get any better. He slowly stood up. “Okay, here it goes.”, he said as he slowly pulled his boxers down to his ankles. There he stood, with his beautifully hard dick and his freshly trimmed pubes to go with it.
At this point my cock was raging hard. “Now what?”, asked Paul.
With no hesitation, I stood up and took off my remaining clothes, showing Paul my seven inch hard dick.
“Since we’re both naked and hard, let’s look at some porn,” I suggested. He agreed.
I got my laptop and we both made our way to the couch. I put on some porn, with the laptop on the coffee table in front of us, and Paul and I sitting together naked and hard watching.
Glancing over, I could see Paul’s dick throb. God he was hard. He slowly started tickling his balls. Then with his other hand he began to pump his cock up and down. I was quick to follow and grabbed my cock and starting to slowly pleasure myself. My heart was pounding. Neither of us had ever done anything like this with another guy. My eyes were focussed on Paul’s cut cock, listening to him give out a subtle moan every now and then.
A minute or two later, Paul stopped caressing himself and looked at me. “This doesn’t make us gay right? This is just two guys experimenting and talking about sex, right?”, he asked.
“Yeah. We’re just two guys helping each other out”, I said back.
We both got back to jacking off after that. Paul then started to get a lot more comfortable and relaxed.
“If we’re just helping each other out, then why don’t I give you a hand”, he said. With that he reached over and grabbed my cock and began stroking it. I had never had another guy jack me off before, and it felt amazing. I didn’t hesitate to reach over and grab his dick. I could already feel his precum slowly building up in my hand. My heart was racing more than ever before. Going this far made me want to experiment even further.
Still stroking Paul’s dick I leaned over and began kissing him. His lips were so soft and wet. I began to work my way down, kissing his hard nipples and toned six pack. I finally got to his hardrock cock and put it in my mouth and began sucking. Paul immediately tilted his head back and let out a moan of satisfaction. He put a hand on top of my head, begging me to take more of him in my mouth.
I slowly sucked his dick, licking the tip and playing with him. I began to gently lick his ballsack. He went wild for this. His head leaned back and his eyes closed as he gripped my hair with his hands. I went back to his cock, putting all six inches of him in my mouth, and loving every minute of it.
His dick began to harden even more, and I knew what was coming next.
“Holy shit. I’m about to cum!”, he gasped.
He began breathing heavily and faster, his legs tensing up. He shot his load of warm and creamy cum right into my mouth, and I swallowed all of it. His breathing slowed and he began to relax.
Our eyes met and we both smiled. I got up from my knees and gave him a little peck on the lips.
We both stood up. He slowly kissed my chest as he grabbed my dick in his hand. I turned Paul around and grabbed his ass. Licking my finger, I began to caress his asshole. He was tight as can be. I put one finger in and he let out a moan. We both stopped for a moment, and he gave me a nod for more.
We made our way back over to the couch, and Paul got on his back, ready for my cock to fuck his virgin ass. I pushed my cock around his tight asshole, slowly working my way inside. I started off slow, enjoying every minute of his cute ass.
“Oh yeah. Faster. Oh,” he whispered.
I fucked his ass harder. Deeper and deeper. We both began to moan louder and faster. Paul began jacking off his still very hard cock.
I was pounding Paul’s ass harder than ever, and I could feel my cock harden even further. I knew I was about to cum any minute.
“Oh my God…”, I yelled out. “I’m gonna cum.”
I pulled my dick out of Paul’s small ass and he began sucking me off. My head leaned back and I had the most sensational orgasm. I blew the biggest load of my life right in his mouth. Cum was dripping down his chin. Paul continued sucking and licking my dick, swallowing every drop of cum.
We both leaned back on the couch and lay naked with each other for a few minutes.
“Damn that was awesome.”, Paul said. I nodded my head in agreement and smiled.
Paul and I remained close friends and still get together every now and then for a little guy “experimentation”.

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School these days

Note: This is also a true story but it is way before Jeremy’s time, but it’s a story I thought I would share!
When I was a freshman was when I really started questioning my sexuality. I started looking at boys in a different way. Noticing their nice abs and how the muscles in their legs flexed when they walked and their perfect tans. I was on the cross country team and had lost a ton of weight and was developing a really nice six pack and I had brown hair and green eyes. I started to run for everything, stress, emotions, thinking, and even for fun.
There was always one boy that I paid particular attention too. His name was Aimes and I always had him in my sight. It was odd to me, there were plenty other guys that were so much more attractive, but he always stuck out. He was around 5’11 and I was 6’0. He had jet black hair that always had the perfect wave in it and he had crystal blue eyes. He had the perfect tan and greatest legs. He wasn’t ripped but had a well toned six pack and nice arm muscles.
Aimes was always a dick. Not to me but to everyone. He was so obsessed with being accepted that he would do anything. He was a chameleon and nobody knew who he was.
It was a little into the school year when I started really looking at him. We had no classes together but it seemed like I saw him everywhere! In the bathroom, in the hallway, in the lunch room, in the office. EVERYWHERE! At one point it was getting ridiculous.
I was in the hallway one day and I was putting books in my locker when Aimes came up to the locker next to me and opened it and began to put his stuff in. “Hey fag” he said, like he knew me. “I am your new locker buddy, I switched with bow legged Trina over there”. “Awesome” I replied and walked away, pissed that he talked to me like that and shy that the god I worshipped was right next to me.
As I stormed to the library I couldn’t help but have a half angry smile upon my face. As I went in the door I found the table in the farthest corner and pulled out my laptop and started typing notes for my next class. I looked up and there was a half hour left of lunch. Awesome.
I was typing in a really comfortable position, leaning back in my chair, when next thing I knew I was in the air and then on the floor. Fuck. I looked up to see Aimes snickering. He had kicked the back leg of the chair from behind. I got back up put my computer on the table, brushed my jeans off and then calmly said, “Thanks buddy” and sat down continuing my notes. Was it just me or was this douche following me and deliberately trying to make me murder him?
It was long after that that he was sitting across from me at the table. I looked up and his piercing blue eyes cut right through me. “What” I said, a little peeved. “Nothing, just admiring the view” my heart jumped. “What?” I asked a little out of breath. “Oh shut up and don’t get ahead of yourself faggot, I am only joking”. I threw my shit in my backpack and stood up. “I do not know what the fuck is wrong with you or what’s going on, but I have not said one word to you this year and do not fucking appreciate your shit. So if you have anything else to say to me, keep it in your fucking mouth”. He sat there stunned. I stormed out of the library and went to my next class to finish.
When I got home I did some homework and by the time I finished it was dark. I went to the wildlife park, put my ear buds in and started sprinting around the running course. I was still fuming and needed to cool down. When I started going around again, I dint slow down, I was still going full speed and wouldn’t stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking “You should stop, you’ll be feeling this in the morning”, but I wouldn’t. I was breathing heavily and was still thinking.
Around half way through the loop I hit a rock, a big one. I flew into the air and rolled down a hill. I blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital with a broken leg, arm, broken ribs, and a concussion. I had rolled a long way and apparently rolled into someone’s backyard
At the bottom of the hill. They called the ambulance and I was out for a day. The next few days I was in the hospital and two weeks later I was wheeling around school in a wheelchair. Everybody pushed me around and signed my casts, the fake sympathetic shit that happens in high school.
One day I was wheeled too my locker when he came up. “How ya feeling?” “Great, not like you care.” I responded coldly. It was lunch. He wheeled me to the library, all the while I detested it. He wheeled me to the back table in the corner and sat down. “You have to stay? I said with venom in my words. “Look. After what happened that night and we all heard you were in the hospital, I thought that you might not be ok, and not come back. I mean, that was a pretty bad accident, and I didn’t want you too leave here with a negative image on me. I want to make it up to you and say sorry” I couldn’t believe it. He was being nice. “I don’t know dude, ill have to think about shit. Not just you, but everything.”
Two weeks later when I got both casts off and saved the casts and put them in my room, I hobbled around in my boot. It took me awhile to get around school, but I managed. I was at my locker and when I opened it a piece of paper fell out. I managed to catch it. It said “Come on” and a number. I put it in the back of my phone, not sure what to think.
A few weeks later when I was boot free and able bodied, I took the cast down from my shelf and examined the various scribbles on them. On jumped out that was on the leg cast. “Please get better soon, I am so sorry”-Aimes. I put it down and took a breath. I picked up my phone and texted him. “Let’s hang out” I said.
After that he and I spent a lot of time together. Going to movies, parties, hanging out at each others houses and what not. We became insuperable and I loved it. I began to look at him in a whole new way, I began to develop feelings. He was gorgeous, funny, and genuinely nice. I began to reveal the real him. He didn’t pretend around me.
One night he asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I said yes. This was the first sleepover we had. When I got to his house we played video games, talked, and ate. Around 12:30, we went to his room and he climbed in bed. “Where should I sleep?” I said. He scooted over and patted the bed. “You sure? I can sleep on the floor” “No it’s ok, seriously dude.” I crawled in bed and had a devilish grin on my face, thank god the lights were out. I got on my side facing away from him. I have trouble falling asleep at other people’s houses.
At about 1 I began to drift off when Aimes began to stir. He rolled over and threw one leg over me and pulled me tight with his arm, kind of like a teddy bear. I was wide awake now. Another fifteen minutes went buy and I was breathing like I was asleep, I didn’t want to give myself away. He lifted his head, which was when I immediately shut my eyes. He looked over to see if I was asleep and then plopped back down, pulling me tighter.
After about another three minutes he began to breathe down my neck. He started slowly kissing up the side of my back and nibbled and kissed at my neck. My dick started to get hard but I continued to pretend to be asleep. “Heavy sleeper” he mumbled under his breath. “I like it” he said. His boner pressed through his boxers and I felt it through my boxers on my ass crack. He began to dry hump me and continued to suck my neck.
He got off me and rolled me on my back. I let my arm fall to the side as an asleep person does. He got on his knees and took my fallen arm. I heard material fall and I immediately knew he was naked. OH MY GOD! I thought. WHAT DO I DO? He lifted my arm, opened my limp hand, and placed it on his dick. The first thought that popped into my head was YES! IM BIGGER THAN HIM! His dick felt like it was 5 and a half inches, mine was 7 and a half hard. His dick arched upwards. He wrapped my hand around and humped my hand. His dick was warm and soft.
I don’t know why but the angle of his dick turned me on. I decided that any normal person would wake up by the feel of their arm being jerked and I slowly opened my eyes. “Wha?” I muttered lamely. “Oh shit” he said dropping my hand and ducking under the covers. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Nothing” he said. I rolled over on top of him and sat up. I pinned his arms on his sides and sat on his dick. His hard on pressed into my ass. “What were you doing” I asked more firmly. “I’m sorry I just think you are so hot and you looked so cute laying there. I wanted to be with you somehow” he blurted out. He turned beat red.
I was taken aback. I was so in love right now that I went right down on him and started making out with him furiously. He pulled me down and pulled me tight while his tongue slid against mine.
He kissed down my body taking a detour at my nipples, flicking his tongue over them. I was in ecstasy. He went down my abs and made no hesitation to tear off my boxers. He gaped at my seven and a half inch uncut cock. He muttered some words and took it right into my mouth. He bobbed up and down and moved his hand up and down at the same time. He had obviously down this before (although his blowjobs doesn’t compare to Jeremy’s) He kept bobbing up and down. He got off my dick and spat into his hand and rubbed it on his ass. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. He leaned against the wall and said “Fuck me mark” “You sure” “As I will ever be” he said. He guided my dick to my butt and I gulped. He didn’t hesitate and shoved his ass backwards. My ass slid right into his tight hole and he moaned. He took my arms and put them around his stomach. I began to pump furiously taking no prisoners.
I fucked him standing up and my cock began to groan. My balls began to rise and I told him I was going to cum. He began to hump faster. I screamed as shot after shot of my come filled his ass. He turned around and made out with me he pulled off and pushed me on the bed. He fell on top of me and made out with me. He rolled over and said, my turn tomorrow! I laughed.
As we crawled into bed he rolled back over and cuddled me, kissing my neck.
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Sex with a Football Player

When I was 13 I attended a new school, I was nervous about going because I didn’t want my gay tendencies to start there. I had short, spiked up hair, fairly tanned, 5’5, 110 lbs. slim but very fit and I was proud of my abs that were starting to form. On the first time I hoped everything was going to go fine but there was this boy, his name was Aaron and he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He had short dark brown hair, fairly tanned skin, about 5’7, about 120 lbs., and really fit. His muscles arm muscles would bulge on days he wore t-shirts and he was sporting a well defined six pack.
Me and Aaron became friends and started to become closer over time, but I was always sexually attracted to him. I would always fantasize about him, when we went swimming together and I got to admire his gorgeous body, when he would sleepover and he stripped down to just his boxers, anytime we started rough housing it was hard to contain a boner because I would ‘accidently’ rub my hand on my crotch and sometimes his hand would meet my crotch. But what always turned me on was when he played football. His muscles would bulge and we would start glimmering with sweat and it would turn me on so much. So it’s not a big surprise when we went to high school and he joined the football team that my fantasies were about that.
Our first sexual encounter was at our first party, we were sitting in a circle with a bunch of friends and we had been drinking a little. We decided to play spin the bottle and after some kissing it was my turn, I spun and it land on the one person I wanted it to, Aaron. At first everyone was laughing and I thought I would just spin again but all my friends were telling me that I had to do it and started chanting, so i moved closer to Aaron getting ready for the kissed and he closed his eyes ready for my lips. He smelled like cologne and a hint of booze, it was so hot. I moved in and planted my lips on his, I suddenly felt his tounge enter my mouth and they wrestled for a bit but the kiss lasted only for 5 seconds (the rules we were playing by was the kiss had to last 5 seconds). I was disappointed to pull away, I wanted so much more.
A year passed by and we never spoke of the kiss, but I always thought of it. In Grade 10 Aaron and I had the same gym class. So it made it even harder for me not to get so horny around him, his stomach had got a lot more defined and his pecs were amazing. In the shower I got to see glimpses of his cock but only when it was soft, it looked about 3 inches soft so I guessed he was about 5-6 inches hard. His thighs and legs started growing hair and they were there was no fat on them, but the nicest feature was his cute little bubble butt. It would wiggle back and forth when he walked and it had some muscle in it as well.
One day Aaron and I were late for gym and the coach made us stay 10 minutes after class to run laps. When we were done we made our way to the change room, it was empty. Aaron had sweat on his brown and his chest was glimmering.
“Fuck, I’m so sweaty. Gonna come for a shower?” he asked as he peeled of his sweatpants.
I was obviously not turning down that offer so I said yes in a heartbeat.
We stripped down naked and I watched his little bubble butt as he walked toward the shower. In our school we have open showers which means no walls so you see other guys while showering, which was perfect for me. There are only 5 shower heads, Aaron turned his on and started scrubbing. I tried turning one on, it didn’t work. Moved to the next one, it didn’t work either, I tried the other two and they just dribbled out a bit of water.
“No worries man you can share mine” Aaron said.
These shower heads were only about 3 inches wide, so I obviously said yes.
I tried very hard to not get a hard on but our cocks kept rubbing together and his abs would rub against my chest, it was too hard. Eventually my cock did get hard and I tried to hide it but it hit him in the chest.
“Getting a little excited are we?” he said, almost seductively. It wasn’t until I looked down when I realized he was hard too.
“Aha sorry man, just haven’t gotten off in a while” I said.
“Oh really.. that sucks..” he said very seductively, he slowly started rubbing my cock around.
“Aaron, what are yo- ooh fuck…” I tried to stop him but it felt so good and he was so hot. Aaron started jerking off my cock and it was so hard to stay on my feet, the water droplets were dripping down his chest and abs.
“Fuck, you gotta get me off too.” he said as he guided my hand to his cock. I was taken aback by this but I was happy to oblige. I put two fingers underneath his cock to rub his sweet spot as I jacked him off. He was moaning and groaning and it turned me on and made me moan and groan.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I said, I could feel my climax so close and we were moaning so loud as we came all over each other chests. He simply washed it off and said
“Thanks man, feel better?”
“Aha yeah thanks.”
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The Third Time

To be honest, I’m not too certain how much more of this I’ll be able to tell, or recall, but I’ll try for another. This event occurred not too long after the last, I think a week, or two. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and all seemed normal. I had gotten home from school, usually depressed as I had slowly begun to become a bit of a loner. I could always connect with others, but I never truly fit in anywhere, nor with anyone. The friends I may have had all phased out, it’s really actually quite depressing, but I was young and when your parents split, it’s hard to adjust. In the long run, I know it was for the better of myself and my father, as well as the rest of the family, but still at that age there was still a lot of inner turmoil I simply couldn’t comprehend. I was ten, how could I?
My father was usually home around four, which means I would be alone in the apartment for a couple of hours. Just enough time to work on homework, if I chose to that night. Homework was never really the issue, just the desire to not waste time, that, and I always enjoyed when he would help me with it. He would set a small coffee table up by the couch, or sometimes by my bed and we’d sit together and work through it. Math was always the harder of the bunch, but looking back, I can’t see why. However, we all wish we knew what we do now then, things would be different, of course. I think the outcome of my life would have been different had I known a few things then that I do now, but that’s neither here, nor there.
For this day, I had really only any need to read a few chapters of a book for school. There was a lot of interest in reading and my father even let me read some of the books he enjoyed, both as a child and adult, but the adult ones I found harder to get into. None of them were sexual in nature, as I’d like to always stress that my father wasn’t a pervert. The things we did, I think they were done merely out of some sort of connection, need to connect, or just some mutual expression love. I was learning, and to learn from the man I looked up to was at the time almost awe inspiring. He knew things, and did things I simply couldn’t fathom until grew older and thus much more world wise. Still, there was never any sense of perversion in the few times anything did happen, just a father and his son.
When he got home, I guess I didn’t really notice it had been later than usual. The book I was reading, well, let’s say I got through it pretty quickly. The door shut loudly and I remember being jolted by that, he had never been loud. He called to me and set me at the table to talk to me. Mom wanted back in, not so much in the family, but my life. I was her son, but that was saying about as much as someone that collects porcelain dolls saying that they were one of their children, only I’m pretty sure she’d love dolls more than she did me. She wanted to spend weekends. Every weekend. He was against it, and so was I. There was something inside me that wanted to try, because at that age I couldn’t learn that all some people wanted to do was to damage others.
In any case, we had talked about it and decided not to, but knew she would persist. It was something that worried him and after that brief talk, he did what he could to whip up a quick dinner for me then seemed to disappear into his room. It wasn’t a normal evening for us, I was worried too. Around seven, when I should have been readying for bed, I knocked on the door, which just opened as I touched it. I found him in the shower, or well, I could hear the shower going and figured he was in there.
I was in a large shirt, which covered me to my knees, beneath just white little undies all boys my age should have worn. I went across the room to the bathroom door, which was left slight ajar. I’m guessing in his state of dealing with the ex trying to come back into his son’s life after having cast him aside so eagerly that certain details just kind of escaped him. One of them being me entering the bathroom, I wanted to know what was up, because he was supposed to bring me to bed and he would some times read to me, or just tuck me in, I enjoyed it and maybe, I thought, doing that would take his mind off of mom.
The door was fogged, like a shroud of mist had fallen upon it. I’m not sure how he knew, maybe he I made a noise, or probably from opening the door, but he knew I was there. Watching, not for any sexual pleasure, but just there. He said I could join him, that I would need a shower anyway so we may as well share one. It wasn’t like what I had was anything he hadn’t seen before, after all I was part of him. That and when you’ve had your father’s hard cock inside your mouth, even just the few inches I managed to get in, modesty and that little shyness about nudity sort of has no place being an excuse. So I slid out of that large shirt, leaving just my small boyish frame in my little white undies that soon were removed as well. The door opened and I slipped into the moist, warm fog of the shower with my father. I think that’s the first time it ever happened, and not the last, but it was more special the first time. Something new to share with him.
I gazed up at him, though he was turned. His ass to me and his balls between his cheeks, I remember that image being burned into my young mind. Since then I’ve always had a thing for spread thighs with that soft pouch of flesh snug between. I guess this is where that came from, sort of like how my phobia of orcas came from watching Free Willy. Terrifying movie, but that’s beside the point. Water dripped down his flesh, hot and yet still smooth. He was so young then, not to me at that age, but looking back his age really wasn’t what I’d today consider old, especially considering I’ll be reaching that age in time and i’d like to be half as youthful as he was then.
He asked me if my homework was finished, and I just mumbled yes, something about reading. I guess he expected me to shower with him, and head out when finished, using the run off from the shower head. It was detachable, so when his head dipped out of its radius of warm, moist delight he looked back at his young son, wetted and taking the shower head he handed to me. I soaked my hair, closing my eyes as tight as I could because I hated getting water in my eyes, even when swimming. I probably giggled a bit too, I always found it kind of ticklish using the detachable shower head in some places on my body. I don’t know, maybe. I remember there were no smiles that day from him, or even myself. Just heavy thoughts and detachment from the future. Even at my age I remember playing scenarios in my head of what might happen, or what could happen, both good and bad. I guess he did too, but I just figured adults always knew that answer, you know? Like they could tell the future, or something. That was just youthful ignorance talking though. Shame.
He turned, and my eyes immediately moved from the walls and his face to his cock. It was kind of where my eyes were leveled at anyway so it wasn’t difficult to suddenly lock onto cock. It was semi-hard, or soft, I was never certain really, just that it looked like he was peeing with all the water just running down that smooth curvature of tender, brittle flesh. I was distracted by his hand, reaching out to give me the soap, a little lemon bar of soap we used. This was his though, even though I had my own. I liked the lemon scent better than mine, that and mine was so small. I liked the bigger one, seemed more adult.
“Wash up,” he said. I asked if he had, and if maybe I could help him. It elicited the first real flicker of a grin I saw on him that night, but he said yeah.
Eager, and playful I started with his stomach. soaping it up and he’d even help by spreading his hand across his body a little, and using some of it to soap up my chest and shoulders. He was probably nearly finished with his shower when I had come in so this was just a way to get me done so we could get out. He knew I couldn’t reach to much and thus would leave it to him. There was one thing I could reach, and that was his hefty package, and that I did reach. My smaller hands found his heavy sack and cupped it, gently moistening it with the soap and then letting the water run the lemon scent across his flesh as it cleaned him off. I don’t think he expected this and it seemed like he was even going to move my hand up, not to his penis, but just away from that area, but he let me continue. What was the harm, anyway? His tongue had been buried inside of my little asshole once, so I’m sure cleaning his crotch wouldn’t kill anyone.
Perhaps what he was worried about was the fact his dick began to harden. I remember it growing so quickly, like a wilting flower in reverse blossoming into the manly, adult appendage I had tasted and played with before. Somehow glistening in the warm shower water with all of that wetness running down the curves to his balls was beautiful. An odd feeling I felt, I guess, but I just thought it was a beautiful sight. I liked it, his penis.
My hands continues to gently caress his balls as if cleaning them even though the soap was now gone. I probably dazed off and just kept going, but I remember eventually I ended up close enough as the head of his cock was level with my face that I gave the head of it a kiss.
What he asked sank in, because not until then did I really grasp what I was going through. What I’d become. “You really like that, don’t you?” He asked me as if he was seeking for a specific answer. His eyes sort of went through me, but I could just see eyes. I couldn’t grasp the depth then, not like I do now, but now it’s all just memories. Now, I realize he was starting to understand why these things were happening with me. I was gay and in some strange way he was beginning to accept that, not that he was, but I don’t think he grasped that, not until this moment. That’s why it’s so clear to me, that’s when I knew. At the time however, I was just thinking that i did enjoy it and thus parted my little, wet lips and started to suck on the head of my father’s penis. I know he enjoyed that, and I know it would make him happy, at least I thought so. He had been so down that day, and this would be a way to please him, his ten year old son sucking his hard, wet dick.
My hands held his penis out so I could just focus on the head and suck on it. I never could get much of it in my mouth, but what I could, I enjoyed rolling my tongue around underneath and then sliding out and licking that slit. I knew pee came out of there, but so did something else. Something I had begun to associate with pleasure, or at least happiness. I no now it’s more of a pleasure thing than happiness, but I was young.
I remember he stopped me and I felt hurt. Not physically, just hurt that he had pulled me off of his penis. Hurt, I now recall was such a foolish word for that feeling. I remember not much really being said, but asked me to turn around and I guess he lowered himself as that warm massaging feeling overcame my little thighs and butt, his tongue then finding my hole again. This gave me that feeling of happiness, and pleasure that I wanted to give him by sucking him off. It didn’t last long though, I don’t really know how long though, but I think it wasn’t long, maybe a few minutes. I remember ending up leaning over the door with my hands against the glass and his tongue inside me, but then it wasn’t. Instead, his fingers found that little pink opening of mine, opening mine up. It was a feeling I didn’t quite understand, because his fingers, at least two, I think, were bigger than his tongue and less like a soft spear and more like a prodding sausage. He didn’t have fat fingers, but it just felt like something bigger against my little tender puckering flesh.
I know now what he was preparing it for, and soon I felt something softer and wetter slapping my little butt and hole. It was his penis. My father had managed to slip in one finger, which hurt really badly so it took forever for me to adjust to it, and I still don’t think that ever happened. It was like something trying to tear me open, which is partially true, but still, it really hurt at first. Eventually, as his voice soothed me, his words faded with time and I can no longer remember, but I remember becoming numb to it. Just letting myself calm down and begin to adjust, to try and find the joy in it. Probably took forever though, which is saying a lot of about his patience.
If I thought his fingers were a lot to handle, when I looked back, unknowing what it was slapping against my butt, and rubbing it up and down, I saw his penis and it didn’t quite connect with me. I didn’t realize what he was planning, if it was even planned. He asked me if it was all right, to say no when ever I felt it was too much, but I just kept nodding. So his penis then slid into me. Slowly, as if it were a warm, moist snail, only without the mollusk part. Just the speed, or lack thereof. I remember not liking it much, wincing and gasping even. Probably said a few things i shouldn’t have, but I didn’t say no. I was curious. I had never felt this before, nor even thought of it and now here I was with his hard cock sliding into my little asshole, no longer a virgin as of then.
He slid it in about an inch, and left it at that. His cock sticking out, pulsating I bet, cause I could feel it stretching my inner walls even though he hadn’t even begun thrusting. That pulsing pain and yet subliminal pleasure that let you know someone was inside you and you needed them in there, to not only feel that sexual pleasure, or physical connection, but their heart beat too. It was all veins pumping from that vital, yet delicate muscle and it now pumped within me and i could feel it. What made me now inside of me, and that’s when he began to thrust, slow at first, but I remember in time it quickened, but never too fast, nor too deep. He was also so gentle when he was inside me, I remember. I guess I could liken it to that phrase, “making love.”
I cried out for him, his name, which was ‘Daddy’ at the time, I didn’t know his real name, or if I did I never said it much. Most thoughts were gone anyway, that whole thing was just a blur even though I remember his dick inside me so clearly, just not what I was thinking, probably because I wasn’t thinking. He just kept thrusting in and out, even digging another inch, or two inside me until I’d cry out a little harder. His hands found my hips and helped pull me into his lap and away as my hands pressed against the glass door, trying to find something to hold on to beside wet, clear surfaces. I was at his mercy, which fortunately he had some.
I guess he needed that. It probably, looking back, was about ten minutes worth of thrusting and burrowing inside of me when I heard his grunts and moans louder and more muffled and he was saying something. That he was about to do something, but I didn’t really know what it was. I didn’t want him to stop, but I guess if he had to do something then, but then he did it. I could feel the pulsing, that burrowing meat and flesh throbbing within my little channel and even more warmth. He was cumming, spilling his seed into his little boy. He rested there for a while, with me in his lap, the water still over us, or maybe that was just the heat pounding in my chest. Exhaustion and water and the smell of sex, and just everything. I don’t know, but it was a moment I know we shared in unison.
After, he helped clean me up and even took me into bed with him. I remember complaining about still feeling that throbbing ache in by butt until he assured me it was okay, and that he wouldn’t do it again unless I was okay with it. I never replied, only slept. SInce that night, I pretty much slept in his room every night. I’d start in my room and then somehow wake up in the middle of the night and crawl in bed with him. It was nice, and felt safe, like no matter what would happen, everything would still be okay.

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Turning my best friend gay…PART 5

After a few years of pushing our experimentation further and further, two best friends reach the peak of their experience, pushing the limits into fulfilling everything they had ever imagined together.

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Video Store – 2nd Attempt

A few weeks had past since my 1st attempt to check out the adult video store. I had jerked off thinking about that experience about a thousand times since then, but I was still anxious. I guess being 18 made me restless to try things, and since I didnt buy anything at the video store the 1st (or even stay very long), I was still wanting to go back there. The work schedule and budget aligned once again, and before I knew it, I was heading down the highway to the video store.
It was just before noon when I arrived, the parking lot was not very crowded, and I went in with a little more confidence than last time. The bell hooked to the door rang loud and the guy at the counter asked for my id again, so my hopes of making a discrete entrance were dashed instantly. Ignoring the stares in my direction, I made my rounds again with my eyes bugging out and my cock about to explode. Feeling more and more comfortable with my surroundings, I made my way through all the areas of the store and all the sections I didnt even see last time.
As my exploration ended, I noticed a few dark halls in one section with a sign overhead that said, “arcade.” Being totally naive and unknowing of these things, I actually thought it might be an area where people could play adult themed video games. I called myself an idiot under my breath thinking that was the dumbest thing I have ever thought, so I mustered up the courage and went to the counter to ask the guy what the arcade was.
Smirking at me, and answering much louder than I hoped he would, the guy explained that the arcades were booths that you could buy tokens for, then watch from a selection of videos. I said, “oh yeah, thats what I thought” like I was a pro at this, so I bought a bunch of tokens to check it out. There were a few guys in the arcade, and almost all of them had popped their heads out as I made my way back. I was a little confused by this but pressed on anyway.
Not really knowing what to look for when selecting a booth, I just walked around for a little bit, saw one, and tried to duck inside quickly. Before I could get in though an older man (probably in his 60s) said, “hey hows it going?” Not wanting to be rude or look anymore out of place than I already did I said I was doing well. Feeling like this had satisfied the discussion, I entered the booth I had selected and didnt think twice of the guy.
All I could see was the slot for tokens, the booth was so dark, I couldnt make anything out. Without hesitation, I dropped in every token I had bought, a movie popped on the screen, and with the light of the movie, I finally could get a look around. I finally saw a small chair for me to sit in and a button for me to change the movie channel. I sat down and flipped around a few movies until I found a good one, and was settling in the have a pretty awesome jerk off.
After just a few moments, I heard the door of the booth next to me slam shut, I looked in that direciton, and that was the first that I had noticed there was a softball size hole cut in the wall between the 2 booths. Shit! I didnt want someone watching me jerk off!! I had put all my tokens in though and I really didnt want to waste them. Heart pounding, I thought I would just take a quick look to see who was in there and if they were going to bother me. Through the light of the other booth, I say that old mans face that had talked to me, he had been looking right through the hole and saw me.
I held my breath for a few moments, but nothing happened. The guy didnt try to talk to me or look at me, so I started to relax and watch the movie which was really hot. Feeling ok about the situation after a while, I started to rub my cock through my jeans. I was getting more and more into the movie, when I thought I saw the old man put his finger through the hole. I thought, “Nah, I’m imagining things, theres no way…” I definantly saw it that time. I didnt know what it meant. I was really turned on and pretty nervous, so I just sat there rubbing my cock and not signaling back. The old man kept trying to get my attention, but I didnt make any moves. Not signaling back, but not saying no, I guess incouraged the old man and he put his arm through and started to rub my leg!!
I was watching some hot ass, big tittied girl get drilled on screan, and I had some strange old man feeling up my leg toward my crotch!! I was about to explode!! His had made it to my balls, and he started to cup and pinch them through my pants. This was too much!! Overwhelmed with lust, I pulled my zipper down and my cock sprung out like a switch-blade! Grabbing it instatly, the old man didnt stroke me like I thougth he would, all I felt was a pull toward him and I knew what was going to happen next.
I got to my feet on very shaky legs and let the old man guide my cock through the hole. I turned my head from the wall as my senses blurred and I felt the hot, wet suction take me in from the other side. I was so high, every second felt like a climax!! The constant, toothy sucking from my unknown partner was driving me crazy!! Unable to hold it any longer, I grabbed the chair, my legs went crazy, my eyes rolled into my head and I shot load after load after load!! Dazzed and exhausted, I half pasted out into the chair as I felt my quickly softening cock pop out of his mouth.
I slumped against the wall, I felt like I was going to pass out. My eyes closed, I was totally oversexed. I dont know how long I had sat there like that, but a could of bangs from the door the where the old man was kind of brought me back to the world.
When I came to, things around me had changed some what. My eyes opened and my senses returned, and all the sudden I was staring at a rock hard cock that was sticking through the hole I had just been sucked in. Feeling like some caged animal being fed, my instinct took over. I got on my knees in front of the cock and wasted no time chomping down on it. I closed my eyes and sucked hard. I mixed things up, I worked in fast and slow, I used my hands sometime, the guy really seemed to respond when I kind of bit down a little as I sucked the shaft. The old man was really getting into this and it wasnt long before he was returning the favor of shooting a huge load in my mouth. The first shot took me by surprise, and I backed off just as a big load hit me right in the face. Not wanting to get cum all over, I quickly took the cock back in my mouth to contain the rest of the cum. I didnt want to get hit again, so I sucked and milked the cock for every last drop as it went soft in my mouth.
After cleaning myself up a bit and returning to my senses, I openned to door of the booth just as the door next to me openned. Thinking the old man would try to talk me into coming back with him, I was shocked when I saw the guy that was at the counter staring back at me. The old man had only sucked me off, the guy that worked there must have come back and got in the booth when the old man left. Unable to hide my surprise I said, “that was you?” He smiled and said he had watched me with the old man through another hole and that I really turned him on. He said he could tell I was pretty inexperienced, so he wanted me to try a “gloryhole” from both ends. We walked back to his counter and made small talk. I confessed that I really liked the gloryhole and was really turned on to suck his cock. He said that he usually worked the day shift and that whenever I wanted, I could come up and use the booths, as long as I took care of him first of course. I smiled at the idea and said I would be around. I made my way out of the store thinking this trip was well worth it!! I smiled devilishly as drove home from the store…when would I make my next trip??

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Flashback to my First Semester

This is my first story ever to please cut me some slack, let me know what you guys think and if you want to know what happened next. This is a true story so some of you might find it boring.

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Local Pool

So summer had just started and i decided that i needed to loose some of the excess fat i had gained over summer. I’m 19 years old, 6’2″, 84 kg (185lb), muscled but not defined, dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, so just pretty average.
Ever since i was young i had always loved swimming and needless to say any exercise that i can do that doesn’t result in my having to deal with sweat heavy clothes is good with me. So i decided to go to my local pool.
I had college in the evening on wednesdays so i headed to the pool at about 2:30 just the right time that i wouldn’t have to share it with many people.
I arrived at the pool, into the change room through the door and into a dark concrete room lit with flourescent lights and it had a strong smell of chlorine. I looked around me, there were naked men everywhere, i lived near a business park so lots of office workers came during their lunch hour. I never really thought of myself as gay but i always allowed my mind to wander, and i didn’t mind observing a few of the guys in the room. Most were quite old so i wasn’t too interested and the younger guys never really got completely naked, but i still enjoyed the view.
I changed into my board shorts (i didn’t like the idea of the female life guards laughing at me in my speedo, even though everyone else wore them) and wandered down to the pool. I jumped into the pool and started doing laps. I loved the fact that you could see small groups of bubbles scattered across the guys in the other lanes speedo’s accentuating their bulge, and all i could think was “thank god for goggles.”
After swimming for about 40 minutes i decided that i needed to get out have a shower and head to college. I jumped out of the pool and grabbed my stuff and headed for the change rooms again.
Now unlike most public showers that i had used this place had absolutely NO privacy, not even small dividers between each showerhead, just straight in a line over a tiled floor, guys standing next to each other soaping up, and getting out. I walked over and dropped my towel on a nearby bench. There was only 1 guy in the shower about 4 showerheads down from me. He was late 40’s early 50’s had a bit of a belly, no bum and kind of hairy, nice cut cock though, about 4 inches soft, and i snuck a few peaks when he shampooed his hair. I dropped my board shorts, revealing my dark blue speedo, and threw them over a nearby ledge, and stood under the hot stream of water.
After about a minute the older guy left and i was alone in the shower so i started to untie the draw string on my speedo, just as i was about to drop them, another guy walked in. Now this guy was what i loved about public pools, mid to late 30’s, about 5’10”, blonde hair, a nice covering of light blonde fur over his chest, brown eyes, and a toned body. He walked stood under a shower head 2 away from me, and i could see from his speedo he was quite blessed. He nodded at me and i nodded back and then i started soaping myself up, (i chickened out on dropping my speedo.)
I had my eyes closed as i washed my face but when i opened them i was welcomed by the site of my handsome friend standing completely naked under a hot jet of water. I was right. He was VERY BLESSED. His dick was about 6 inches, uncut and to me, looked beautiful.
At this point i walked from the shower and stood at my bench. I started drying myself off, bending over with my ass directed towards the shower so that my friend could get a few of the whole thing even if it was covered by my speedos, whether he liked it or not (i knew earlier i said i was shy, but only around girls.) I heard the shower turn off, and the soft patting of his feet walking out. I continued to dry myself slowly, just as he moved a few benches away. I saw him look directly at my bulging cock, and i couldn’t help but smile. I dropped my towel onto the bench and started going through my bag trying to find my underwear. I caught him staring again. I put on my clothes and left. Feeling very satisfied.
So i swam every day, and on the same time every tuesday, and i always ran into my blonde haired friend. About 4 weeks after i had started, our greeting had become more than a nod, they had moved to a “hi” and then a “back again i see.” We would always manage to shower together, often alone, each catching the other glimpsing at his cock.
But on the fourth meeting something happened. I was soaping myself up and he walked up right next to me and turned the shower on. I was wearing speedos and as soon as he pulled his down i couldn’t stop my cock. I kept soaping up ignoring my clear hard on.
“Can i use some of that soap?”
“Sure” i stuttered and passed him by bottle of liquid soap.
It was then i noticed that he too was nursing a raging hard on, and i couldn’t help but feel completely in awe of it, it 6 inch cock grew to pleasing 9, the foreskin pulled back just enough to show the red tip.
I stood dumbly staring whilst soaping myself (probably spending a little more time that usual doing so) and i looked at his face. He simply smiled and continued washing.
He turned off the shower, and started for the benches, i enjoyed his nicely rounded ass bobbing up and down as he walked over to his bench.
I followed him over and started drying off when all of a sudden he started talking. Just the usual, hows your day? Where you from? What do you do? nothing too intense and then:
“hey, i run in the evenings and you seem like you are pretty dedicated to getting fit, i’ve been trying to find a running buddy but no one seems to want to.”
“Sure, i love running” I lied.
“Well lets start tonight”
“you said you lived near me so it works out really well”
I gave him my address and he said he’d be there at around 8 that night.
A decided to just wear normal shorts and a baggy t-shirt to run in, i stood waiting around in my kitchen, getting hassled by my parents asking, why if i’m going on a run am i waiting? I checked my watch and saw that it was almost 8 so i walked out the front.
Within about 30 seconds i saw him rounding the corner to my street. He was in a tight white sleevless t-shirt, and short running shorts with the splits on the side, i couldn’t believe my eyes but i could clearly see his cock bouncing up and down in his shorts, all of a sudden i felt grossly overdressed.
“Hi!” he said as he came up to me, “ready?”
“Almost” i replied, ripping off my shirt “i hate doing any sport with my shirt on” i laughed.
He smiled and said
“Ok lets go”
We ran around the block, every now and then i would drop slightly behind to enjoy the veiw of his ass as the shorts flipped up at the back, and then i would run to catch up. After about half an hour we stopped to have a drink at a drinking fountain. I bent over to take a sip, then suddenly. he smacked my ass and squeezed it. I looked up shocked.
“Great glutes, see what you’ve got there is genes, i just can’t get that” I laughed and continued to drink.
He then bent over to take a drink, and i could clearly see his big balls straining on the fabric between is legs, i groped them and said
“great balls, see what you’ve got there is genes, i just can’t get that” he looked at me shocked.
“hey you grabbed my ass, of course i’m going to get my revenge.” He laughed and grabbed my ass again.
We ran back to my house and said goodbye. We then started running every second night together it was awesome. He would always where his short, very revealing shorts, and i wouldn’t wear my shirt.
Wednesday came around it was a rainy day, not the best weather for swimming, I had decided that in the four weeks i had been swimming and now running, i was toned enough to wear just my speedos in public, so i bought some new ones. I turned up to the pool, and noticed he wasn’t in the change room, i stripped down to my baby blue speedos and walked out to the pool. I dived in and started doing laps. I’d been swimming for about 20 minutes when someone stopped me at the wall.
“Hey mate, not swimming in your board shorts i see.”
“na i decided to start swimming in my speedos, you know, more streamlined” I laughed
“new ones i see.”
“yeah the old ones were getting a little worn, anyways back to it.”
I continued to swim, he was in the lane next to me and i had been completely oblivious to this. I saw him cross my lane, heading for the ladder. So i made a fast shortcut and jumped in front of him. (I forgot to say my new blue speedos were very shear on the back, very shear.) I turned around to see him staring directly at my ass, that could quite clearly be seen through my speedos.
“Beat ya” i laughed
“whatever” he shrugged it off and we walked to the change-rooms.
It was empty, not a soul in sight, and we were the last guys in the pool. I walked up to the shower and stood under the hot water. He strolled over, not wearing his speedos, i couldn’t help but stare at his pendulum like cock. He stepped under the shower directly next to mine.
“Why are you even wearing that thing mate. I can see right through it” he joked
“trying to have a look at my cock eh?” i asked jokingly.
“Well you always have a stare at mine. Its only fair.” He wasn’t joking.
I undid the waistband and dropped my speedos, revealing a semi hard uncut cock.
“See nothing to be embarrassed about is there?” he asked
“Ha ha, who said anything about me being embarrassed. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
He laughed and i started soaping myself up. I kept staring at his steadily growing cock and i could feel mine also starting to react to his body. It was when i started shampooing my hair (by this time we both had full blown boners) that i felt a hand on my cock, with a good amount of soap for lube, i opened my eyes and had to close them quickly because i got shampoo in them. I stood under the jet of water. Eyes closed enjoying a hand job off my pool friend.
When i opened my eyes he was staring directly at my face. I reached down and grabbed his cock and started rubbing it, faster than he was rubbing mine to make him cum sooner. He leaned in and started kissing me. It was amazing. His tongue rolling and fighting with my tongue, the taste of the pool and him blending in my mouth. He pulled away and started kissing my neck, then chest, my stomach, my thigh and my balls all the while stroking my cock.
His deep brown eyes looking directly into mine. He opened his mouth. The next thing i felt was pure ecstasy. He mouth was warm and his hand jerked up and down my shaft as his mouth worked on my head. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming and i started breathing deeply, trying to control myself, slow down the eventual orgasm. He moved his hand from my shaft to my balls, all the while working my head.
All of a sudden i could feel the familiar feeling, the swelling of my cock, my balls contracting and a flood of euphoria rushed over me as a released load after load into his awaiting mouth. He stood up, my cum on his chin. He grinned and using his finger pushed it between his lips, and then swallowed. He leaned in to kiss me, i could taste the pool, him and myself all in this one kiss. He pulled away.
“What about you?” i asked
“Don’t worry about that.” he said and walked over to his clothes.
We dressed in silence.
“See you tonight for our run, meet at mine at about 8:30 ok”
“sure” i said, feeling a little dumbfounded and confused but still very pleased with the events of the afternoon.
I reached his apartment. It was nice, i waited outside, this time i had decided to wear no shirt (as usual) and an old pair of rugby shorts. They were about 2 sizes too small and i may as well have been wearing just a longer version of my speedos. He came out the front door to his apartment block, glanced at my shorts, smiled, winked and off we went.
We had run for about an hour, and i was hot, sweaty and tired. We stopped outside his house.
“you look tired mate. Want to come in for a drink.”
knowing that this was no casual drink invitation i accepted and followed him upstairs.
His apartment was beautiful. I stood in the kitchen as he poured two glasses of water.
We drank them in silence. Still exhausted from the run.
“I’m gonna go get changed” he said, and walked down the hall towards what i assumed was his room.
I decided that it was now or never.
I waited for him to go into his room, leaving the door open. I walked down the hall, and peaked around the door to see him pealing off his sweaty shorts revealing his beautiful cock.
“your turn” i said as i stepped from behind the door and pushed him onto his bed. I rubbed his bare cock up and down firmly enough that i could hear him gasp every so often. He slid down the bed and started working on his cock with my mouth. I’d never given a blowjob before so i didn’t expect i was very good, but he didn’t complain. I felt him shudder, as i played with his balls and he pulled my head up to look into his eyes, just as he came. I wasn’t expecting what happened and it burst out of my mouth. He shot 3 loads into my mouth and the other 2 ended mostly on him. He reached down and scooped up the spare cum with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. I crawled up to him and kissed him. My mouth full of his cum. He greedily sucked it out, using his tongue to fight mine over possession of his load. When it had been swallowed. I looked at him. Staring beautifully up at me.
“I want to fuck you” i said.
“you have to rim me first”
He pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to me then he rolled over. I rolled off the bed and pulled his legs off the edge, so i could get a clear view of his asshole. i went in with my tongue.
He ass had a light fuzz which tickled my face. I stuck my tongue in and out of his hole, using a finger now and then to see what i could do. I could taste the sweat from the run we had been on, and it was sweet.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and started pouring it onto his ass and over my cock.
I leaned into him. I put my head against his hole, and eased it in. With a pop and a gasp (from him) it was in. I couldn’t believe the feeling. It was so much tighter than a pussy. I started diving in with long steady strokes. I could see him grabbing the pillow at his head, his hands clasped tightly holding on as i fucked him.
He stopped me. He turned over, lifted his legs up and presented his gaping asshole to me again. I started fucking him. His face was sweating and i could see the pleasure of it running over him. I pulled all the way out and pushed back in. All the way out, back in. Every time i did this he gasped and smiled. I started speeding up. Knowing i was about to cum. I started to moan, and he pulled away from me, jumped around and threw his mouth over my cock, just as i started to cum. 2 loads later we were lying side by side satisfied with what had happened.
“Its not over yet” he said
“what?” i asked
“your turn”
He turned me over and started sticking his tongue in my ass, it was amazing. I couldn’t believe how good it felt having him stick it in and lick around my hole. He started slipped a finger in, which made it even better, then 2, and i started writhing in pleasure.
He then pulled out the bottle of lube and started rubbing it on and into my hole, and also on his cock.
“This is going to hurt at first, but i’ll take it slowly and you will enjoy it.” he said
“ok” was all i could muster up.
He told me to get on all fours, so i did, ass in the air, waiting for my ass to be invaded for the first time.
I felt the heat of his cock head against my hole. Then a little bit of pressure. It seemed easy enough. He then started applying more pressure. It was still ok. He then started pushing harder. Now the pain started. I started breathing deeply, panting a little bit.
“Just relax and push out a little” he said
I did as i was instructed and i felt his head go in. It hurt like hell. I couldn’t believe the pain i was in. He started slowly pushing forward. Each millimeter seemed more and more painful. I gasped for air. He slowly pulled back and slowly pressed forward. As time passed. My ass seemed to grow accustomed to its new visitor, and he was able to pick up his speed a little bit a go a little deeper.
Within 15 minutes of him entering my ass we had a rhythm going. Not all the way in. Not too fast. But it was there. It was the best feeling in the world. I squeezed my ass just to make it more enjoyable for him. He laughed and kept going.
“Now I’m going to fuck you hard” he said
“fuck” i responded
I felt him edge inch by inch, the pain increased but only marginally, until i felt his soft pubes rubbing against my ass crack. He then pulled out, and shoved it back it. I gasped, from both agony and pleasure. He pulled out slowly again, and pushed it back in with such force that the only way i could describe it is that i felt like i was being plundered. He increased speed pulling out and pushing in. I grasped at sheets around me, wrapping them around my hands as i felt more and more pleasure. He picked up speed and by now he was fucking my ass so hard that i was delirious from the feeling. His breathing sped up. I new he was cumming. It then happened. He moaned and then gush after gush of cum flooded my ass.
He quivered standing there with his slowly deflating cock still inside of me. He pulled out. Then i felt him lick my ass.
“can’t waste a drop.” he said
I just lay there. The feeling of pleasure still rushing through me, and the feeling of fullness in my ass, i didn’t want to let it go. I rolled over and he kissed me on the lips.
“that was good” i said
“it was” he replied.
“i better get home” i said
“yeah its late” he replied
I got home and went to bed. I didn’t know what to feel, happy about my encounter with my dream man, or guilty about it.
The next night we didn’t go for our run and we didn’t go 2 nights after that. When wednesday came around, he wasn’t at the pool.
I was happy with it. I had one of the best sexual experience i have had in my life to date. and there were no strings attached.

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