Ive written so many fictional stories, I thought is time for one that was true. This happened to me when I was just . I was living in Kansas City at the time. I used to have a little red Honda Express moped and would spend hours cruising up and down Main and Troost just for the hell of it. Later at night the whores would be out working the street. Every so often cops would bust their skanky asses. Further downtown the rent boys would be working the corners. Liberty Memorial would be buzzing with gays cruising gays.

During the Christmas shutdown period of , I became much more active in our local gym. Im built pretty sturdy to begin with " brown hair, brown eyes, muscular at ,and .cut, but wanted to work on packing on some more muscle. My midwest farmboy looks and build always gets me plenty of dick as it is, but I like lifting and decided to hit it pretty hard during my vacation period. A couple of days after Christmas, I hit the local gym and started doing my upper body routine. I noticed a very handsome young man there, about or years old. He was evidently of Amer-Asian descent.

Back in July of , I moved into an apartment in the Robinwood Complex. Robinwood used to really be a nice place to live - At least it did when I was delivering pizzas ten years ago. The woodsy area at one time attracted people with well paying jobs and few kids. In the last few years, more and more college aged kids started living there and the place became a drug haven where it seemed that they were always having some kind of drug parties. My downstairs neighbor, Greg, was most of the problem. He had a stereo that consistently shook even the plants hanging from my ceiling upstairs. A couple of times, I had to go down there and ask him to turn it down.

A few years ago, I was taking some classes in a private college. Though the tuition was a little bit high and the school was very conservative, I got more than my fair share of cock. A lot of Daddys little rich kids liked getting their young dicks sucked and I didnt mind doing the work. Basketball practice was on every Friday afternoon at :. The whole locker room used to reek of jocksweat and clothes were always littering the benches.

Ive probably gotten more than my fair share of blowjobs. While I like to give head, the kind of guys that I am attracted to tend to want me to be more passive. Let me describe myself first. Im ", pounds, and I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have a pretty muscular build and I lift weights times per week to stay in shape. My arms and chest are firm. I work in a factory for a living and youll just about always see me in work boots and Levis. For that reason I often hear.

Its been a slow few weeks. I was beginning to think that getting dick at the rest area was like winning the Powerball. Everyone tries, but nobody seems to score. Well, at least not me. When I go out, I want the jackpot, not just the scratch tickets. Just cause someone taps their brake lights doesnt mean I want to do the guy. And there are some really nasty, aggressive older dudes working it.

Last weekend I went to a county fair some distance from where I live for the purpose of drinking and cruising the piss troughs. Friday night wasnt bad. I met a skinny, twenty year old kid that was drunk and stoned. We talked a while and I used my classic trick of getting the kid to discuss pussy. As the discussion progressed, I said how Id love to get a blowjob and I was horny enough I didnt care who I got it from. That seemed to get the kid thinking.

My cousin Greg is two years older than me. At , hes very handsome. Hes about " and pounds. Greg is good looking. Hes got medium brown hair, with the sides buzzed and the top a bit longer. Gregs pretty popular with the girls. It seems like theres one hanging on him all the time. Thats why it surprised me when he did what he did to me in my sleep. Greg came to visit over the summer last year. His parents decided to go to Europe on a second honeymoon.

Jordans hand continued to caress Joshs crotch. By now Josh had a large bulge in his pants. I would have guessed at least seven inches. "Man, dont do it. Please." begged Josh. But despite his pleadings, he did not put up a fight. Actually, it looked like he thrust his hips to meet the hand rubbing his turgid flesh. "Please Josh. Do it for me.

This is an attempt to recreate a story that I wrote at least a year ago or longer. I liked it, but lost it in a hard drive crash. Its totally fictional, but, like so many of my stories, it includes the word I because it is a fantasy of mine. Enjoy! If you are under or depending on your community standards, then leave. I am a Sophomore at Calvin Coolidge High School. My name is Jeff and I am not your jock type at all.