Calvin had seen various gay fetish magazine to look at, he had snuck into sex stores and explored too. He had sucked cocks in the backrooms of some of those sex shops. In fact that was where a cock had moved inside him for the first time. "You ok" the man kept asking. Calvin tried not to make noises. He squirmed and felt the mans hands move on his smooth chest and play with his nipples. That made the sensations of the mans cock inside him feel better. Each sensation was new and for some reason he trusted the man wouldnt hurt him. "So what do you think? Liked it? Want to do it again?" the man said. Calvin wasnt sure but he liked him. "Yes Sir" he said. Calvin then

I had been overcome with lust for Roy the first time I laid eyes on him in the gay Centaur bar. He was beautiful and broad-shouldered, blonde and with a magnificent Palomino stallion body. He was very sexy and muscular, and set all of the Centaurs huge hardons a-sway when his giant, gentle body bumped theirs in the crowded bar. Even the handsome bartender, a professional charmer with a magnificent body any of us would die for, could not hide his enormous frontal and rear hardons when Roys long, muscular arms found themselves comfortably draped around the shoulders of his fellow Centaurs. Aroused myself, I had to laugh inwardly watching the bartender trying

I didnt see him as date potential as he obviously wasnt gay, though he certainly was attractive. A couple of days later I went to dinner at a friends house and I casually mentioned the encounter. Dennis was my friend from college days and his partners name is George. "Sounds like he was fishing for information to me." "I dont think so," I said, "I just think people are more attuned to there being gay guys out there and hell, Im twenty-five and not getting any younger. He could well have guessed that Im gay." "That could be," George said, "But if I were you, Id go ahead and try and answer his questions about being gay.

Im thankful for the ride. Youve saved me a three-mile walk. Its a sweltering August and you said wed beat the oppressive heat and humidity by switching color guard practice to early morning. Im wearing yellow jogging shorts with no underwear and a muscle shirt. The thought that I might sprout a boner in the shorts never crossed my mind. I feel privileged to hop a ride with the assistant band director -- and in a sports convertible no less.

"Stretch" was captain of the basketball team. He was a natural leader and motivator, and the team loved him. He was very tall and good-looking, with a basketball players broad shoulders and long arms, giant legs, and long-muscled strength. His team loved him. In fact, they were wild about him. They practiced for hours with him, working their tall bodies and loving to play under Stretchs

At years old I wouldnt usually want to go to a mens outfitters. I always bought my jeans at a market stall. However my uncle had sent me a voucher which was "only redeemable" as they say, at a particular chain of shops, the ones with changing rooms. So here I stood, naked from the waist down, being assisted in a choice of trousers. When I say "being assisted", I was in this cubicle with a guy in his s

The gay teachers cock stiffened to its full " length and he stifled a groan at the sight of the two groaning year olds in the throes of finishing each other off. They had their eyes closed in ecstasy as they took each other towards their sexual peak. He quietly moved close and clutched a boy ass in each hand. Their eyes shot open in alarm. "Its OK" he said kindly, pulling them closer to his turned-on body. "Keep wanking" He stroked their bums in encouragement as they resumed stroking each others stiff rods. "Do you wank each other often?" They both nodded. "Have you fucked yet.....in here?" His fingers probed their young holes. They both shook their heads.

Soon after school closed for summer vacation, my grandma, who lived alone, took ill and my mom and I went to Terre Haute, Indiana to take care of her and after she showed no signs of recovery my mom reluctantly had her placed in a nursing home and put her house up for sale. She died within a year and after many trips for my mom and I back to Terre Haute. In late August we returned home so I could get back to school and my mom could start work again. It was then I experienced the greatest crisis of my boyhood.

The pub landlord stood behind me, grinding his hard-on against my year old ass. I had a part-time job. He was showing me the ropes, as you might say, as we examined the pump handles. "Feel the smoothness of them" he said, close to my ear. He was reaching round me, gripping my stiff young cock through my trousers. "Imagine getting one in your ass" I groaned. We were both in lust overload. It was nearly midnight and the place was closed.

I had dreamed of David often, especially since I had told him how beautiful his legs were. And they were beautiful, long and smooth-muscled, with a gentle swell of calf and thigh. We were madly in love, and I couldnt get enough of his wonderful legs. "I would love it if you had six of these wonderful legs," I said, as I rested my cheek on his sweet, smooth thighs. They radiated warmth from beneath the cool, firm surface of his skin, and I felt the long muscles twitch involuntarily.