I wasnt the most popular in high school but then again the only people that stay popular are the sluts, the football team, basketball team and the cheerleaders. My Junior year of high school that was all going to change. I joined the Football team and I played Tight End. It wasnt the best position to play, but I did get noticed. Jason was the water boy for our football team, and his friend Eric was our quarterback. Eric was and lbs full of Black chocolate lust.

Our neighbor had lived next door for as long as I could remember. My mom said hed inherited the house when his parents died and she had forbidden my going over there or even talking to him across the picket fence when I was out in our yard. But, he was real friendly and I talked to him in the yard and even went over to his house when my mom was at work. His name is Richard North. Hes in his late twenties or early thirties and is real good looking sexy too; he has long hair thats always in

Sharon kissed Aaron on the cheek. "I had a good time" she said. He smiled at her. "Me too". She went inside and gently closed the door turning back to wink at him. "God I got blue balls" Carl said as they drove away. "Man she gets me so hot, I want to wack off" he continued. Aaron wondered why he didnt feel the same way. Sharon was sweet, kind and sexy. He took his hand to hold it and in the darkness of the movie theater she even patted his crotch that one time, "You ok?" she

I could hardly believe it; the guy with the most beautiful bum in the world was asking me to fuck him, the way my life had changed in the last twenty four hours. This time yesterday the only sex I knew was with my right hand but in this short time I had sucked each of my brothers and they had sucked me. Both of my brothers had fucked me and I had fucked Tom the eldest but now Kylie wanted me. The bum that I had used as jerk off material was being offered to me on a plate. Kylie wanted my dick just as much as I wanted his bum.

I was a kid..and the new apprentice. The guys around me made me do all the crap work. By the end of the day, I had blisters, sunburn and aching muscles everywhere. I lay on the bed the shop owner let me use. It was behind the boiler in the basement where we stored all the tools and spare parts. I was good with my hands at home.

My name is Roger Thompson. I am one of those who has always enjoyed getting a haircut. To have a good looking barbers hands all over my head, my ears, and my neck has always been a turn-on for me. I just close my eyes and let him go at it. I admit that I go in for a haircut more often than I really need to, but the barber I use is one of those men on whom dreams and fantasies

There were lots of young guys running on the beach that day, good-looking and to die for. But I was instantly hard at the sight of the handsome bare-chested four-legged young kid who came running alongside me as I did my daily beach run. Kid, no; he was a man, a full-on bodybuilder with a boyish grin. "Wow," I said, breathless, taken by surprise with the barefoot muscular gait of his four tanned legs.

Me and my brother never really got a long I guess a lot of brothers dont. I could never understand that. My mom always tried to make us get a long but as always it failed. She always said that we act so much a like we would probably be best friends when we got to be adults. Well as always mom was right, but it didnt happen till my birthday. It wasnt really much of an birthday bcecause my mom was out of town for a month, my aunt was no where to be found and my dad was dead so that gave him a reason.

I had the neatest dream about Rusty, my beautiful dancer! He was dancing the part of a centaur in some modern ballet Id never seen, a new one hed auditioned for in real life, and I guess that was why I was dreaming about him getting the part. I was pretty amazed at the ballet as I dreamed it - in it, the centaur was under attack from all the Greek soldiers, who thought the centaurs had come to despoil their village.

He sat on his bunk alone. Hearing the singing going on across the camp, Max believed he was alone. During the night he had heard the breathing and rustling around him in the bunkhouse. He knew many of his cabin mates were jacking off. He felt his own cock hard but dared not make any sounds. He fantasized moving from his bed to another to share the sexual frustration he had with Cal or Milt or even Abraham.