Cory found that he was rather disappointed the next day after school when Mr. Peterson wasnt there... hed gotten used to finding pleasure in his teachers office. He saw Sam, but it wasnt the same, and Sam seemed to be involved with his own group of boys - who were now leaving Cory alone thankfully. So instead, Cory went to the gym and worked out, running laps around the track to work off some steam. It helped a lot, even though he found himself looking at the other young men in a very different way, sliding his eyes over their bodies and wondering what they looked like under their shorts. He wondered if any of them were looking at him in the same way...

For a good long time I chatted with other guys on the net that lived in my area in hopes of finding a "discreet middle-aged male" for fun and pleasure. This was a fun adventure talking to so many men, but none of whom caught my interest enough to meet in person. My "wish" was to find another married man like me who was older than but less than . Someone who kept himself in good shape and was clean, intelligent, and fun but most of all he had to desire having his cock sucked

At : there was a knock at my door. I slipped my pink satin wrap over my shoulders and answered it. Jim stood there smiling, shyly. With him was a woman and two men. I ushered them all in, grinning with eagerness. "I hope you dont mind but I brought a few friends." He indicated the others. "Any friend of yours is a blow job of mine, Jim," I quipped and they laughed nervously. "This is Pat Andy.

Sam waited patiently in the hotel room. It was bland, nondescript, anonymous. Perfect. He didnt want anything fancy, anything to coo about, anything to elicit an "ooh" or an "aah" as he walked in through the plain pine door. It had to be a nowhere place, a place that he could disappear in. His watch sat on the bedside table, ticking away the seconds. He was early, too early, and he feared his anticipation might become more than he could control. How many months had it been of e-mails and websites, chat rooms and bulletin boards, before he had had the courage to pick up the phone and call her? How many

"Guys who think theyre gay say that" Andy said "Beside, no biggie. Just dont tell anyone else". Mickie was a real friend and Andy knew it. "Thanks" Andy said and returned to the conversation but out of the corner of his eye, he kept track of where Gunther was standing, sitting, what he was doing. The last thing he wanted was to loose Mickie as a friend just because he was gay. "Hey" the voice was smooth, almost velvety. Andy looked up and saw Gunther standing close by. He was still shirtless but had his jeans on and carried his gym bag. "Oh Hi" Andy said trying to look casual. He pulled up his jeans and zipped up pushing his cock and balls inside them as he did so.

Now I would have to play the gay scene again in the hope of finding some other tight ass holes to service my ten inch boner. It took a few weeks to sell the unwanted furniture and to take delivery of the new pieces. And it took a few days for me to realize that the layout that I had chosen didnt really work. I started to rearrange the pieces but I found that the sofa was to heavy for a single pair of hands. Then thought I about young Bobby, the eighteen year old kid who lived with his mother in the apartment below. I called their number and got his mother. Hi, Mrs Brown, I said to her, could Bobby help me move my new sofa. Its too heavy for me on my own. Sure Jim,

It looks as though you might have a problem with this one I said to Minnie. Oh, no said Minnie He knows that if he plays around Ill cut his balls off with his own kitchen knife and serve them up in his restaurant And he meant it! The next two weeks were a positive hive of activity We turned the dining room into a school room for the boys, the twins already had a -foot bed and I suspected that Brian would probably share with them more often than not

The last I had heard, he had announced he was gay, and he moved away. We talked for hours, and he told me he was coming to town that weekend, and wanted to know if I wanted to go partying. I jumped on the opportunity, maybe it would take my mind off my girl troubles, and it would be nice to see an old friend. It seemed like the weekend would never come, but finally when Friday evening arrived, and I got home, the phone rang. It was Scott. He was staying at the Holiday Inn, and it would be much easier for me to find him, than for him to find me. I excitedly drove to the Holiday Inn, and went to his room. I knocked, and he answered wearing only a towel. "Sorry dude, am

Eventually, he had his cock all the way inside me, as I could feel his warm testicles slapping against my ass, leaving trails of sweat behind. This was great. My asshole is stuffed, and I cant do anything about it. Im tied down. It felt like I had been hit by a huge truck. A huge truck of guys. He fucked me harder and harder with every thrust. His cock was not stopping. He would shove it in extremely far and then pull it out, letting my asshole attempt to

Sweat was streaming down my face. Wils nearly hairless body, vibrant and alive with sexual jubilance, suddenly stiffened. Deep in my throat I felt his cock jerk with fits of orgasmic pleasure. The suddenness of his ejaculation caught us both by surprise. Leaving a bead of gooey jism down the center of my tongue he pulled his spastic rod from my mouth to jack off. As he pumped his explosive cylinder with a sure, tight grip, I licked his tightly cinched