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EVENTS Orlando, FL
INFORMATION FOR LIFE I
INFORMATION FOR LIFE II
QUOTES
GAY STORIES I
GAY STORIES II
GAY STORIES III
GAY STORIES IV
GAY STORIES V
GAY STORIES VI
GAY STORIES VII
GAY STORIES VIII
GAY STORIES VIIII
GAY STORIES X
DIRTY JOKES I
DIRYT JOKES II
DIRTY JOKES III
DIRTY JOKES IV
DIRTY JOKES V
DIRTY JOKES VI
NAUGHTY HUMOR I
NAUGHTY HUMOR II
NAUGHTY HUMOR III
CARTOONS
IMAGES
MY FAVORITE LINKS
MORE STORIES I
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 First head when i was about sixteen i can remember being ashamed of the fact that i was always jacking off...i couldn't sit anywhere that my dick didn't rise and let me look at that bulge and drive me fuckin nuts...i even used to pull open my levis on the back of the bus to school and just give it air....i did notice a lot of guys looking at my crotch and smiling and i thought it was because they knew what i was doing all the time..... one more time i think it was at the ball park watching a game...i could feel my cock throbbing in my sweat pants and i went to the restroom and even tho the booths had no doors on them...i was gonna whack off because i figured everyone was watching the game and there was no one around...i opened the strings i remember and let my warm up pants down and remember looking at this fat dick sticking out and sat on the toilet and put both hands on my cock and began to pull up and down.... i got hotter and hotter and as usual my eyes were closed and i was in another world with the feeling i was getting from playing with my dick...i did not hear anyone come in and i have no idea for how long a guy stood there watching me...but i do remember all of a sudden a mouth over the head and his lips pushed my hands off my dick and he swallowed my cock down to the hair and i fuckin blew it..... i opened my eyes and could not believe what was goin on....he was looking at me with my dick in his throat and gently put his hand on my chest making me lean back and let me know it was o.k......i closed my eyes again and felt a shudder go through my body that made my eyelids flutter as i felt his tongue trying to wrap itself around the base of my cock.... i shot such a load it started pouring out of this guys mouth and running all over his lips and down my balls and i just kept blowin my juice...i remember trying to talk and whispered that i was still cumming and to please hold still....when i settled down...he slowly pulled his lips up my dick and began lickin all the juice off everywhere...i couldnt wait to get my pants up and get out of there.... he said i had the biggest cock he ever saw...i just smiled and quickly pulled up my pants and left in a hurry......every single day for a year i went back to that park to see if i could find that guy.....i guess i am still looking for him.... every once in awhile...some guy can swallow the whole thing and remind me of my first....blow job....whew! MFT The first time came as a result of me wearing a jockstrap. Well we all wore them in gym anyway..but I found this one in my big brothers drawer and decided to wear it. It was black...and the pouch was leather...it felt good and smelled strangely erotic to me. Since mine was in the laundry and I needed one for gym I wore it..and decided to wear it under my jeans. I did notice lots of looks during the day..and realized the new jock was kind of holding my boy meat up and pushing it forward a bit....I liked that especially since I thought it made me look like a stud. The guys in gym looked too..but after I showered most had left the locker room. Since I had lunch next I always took my time. I dried off and put my new jockstrap back on and walked to the other end to get a drink from the fountain. One of the other kids in my class said hi and asked about my jock. I stood there casually telling him all about it...and realized I felt hot doing it. He touched the leather pouch and kept stroking it saying he liked the leather. I asked him if he wanted to try it on and he said yes. SO I was soon standing there naked as he tried it on..and he told me to touch the leather. I did..and his dick was already expanding. I kept touching it and made sure I was touching the part where his dick head was. He told me to put it back on and I did. My own dick was hardening now and he touched me as I had touched him. Except he kept petting my bare buttock too..and then he put his mouth on the leather and sucked at my dick thur it. I didn't panic...I was so turned on I didn't know what to do. Besides I was liking the way his finger was playing with my asshole by that time. He made me cum in the leather jockstrap. Then he pulled it down and put it to his mouth licking my cum and smelling it..he kept saying to suck him but I didn't. Then he told me it was only fair since he had made me shoot. I sucked him until his cum shot down my throat. After that day, I wore that black jock all the time...gym or not. And it helped me get laid many more times after that..and I mean "laid". All it took was showing what I was wearing. My brother never asked where his jock went by the way.... We had separate rooms so he never saw me wearing it. But he and I fucked anyway years later....so it was kind of me thanking him for his jockstrap getting me started. Beginnings I have always had a fascination for the male posterior end. I was aware of it at an early age. It seems that my friend next door and I were the same age (4) and we played sometimes alone in his parents basement. One day, he had been given a toy doctor set as a gift and we started to play with it. We did the usual things like listening to the heart, etc., but when we came to the wooden thermometer, I had an idea . Why not take our temperature? It was as if it was the most natural thing for me. I didn't know, hardly what a thermometer was at the time, much less care. Anyway, my friend wanted to go first. I asked him to go over to the sofa there in the basement and lie down. At first he laid down on his back. I told him to pull his pants down and turn over on his stomach. He did so with no question. I told him that was the place to take temperature....What the hell did I know? We played with that toy about 3 times a week until we became 5 years old and school started. I guess that all the reading writing and arithmetic took our minds elsewhere. It wasn't until many years later that I was looking out of my back room window and saw two neighborhood boys exploring each other under our picnic table. I was 7 at the time, but I still didn't think much about what I had seen. I thought it was neat and it brought back memories for me. However, they were 4 years old like I was once, and I figured they were only learning. My father happened to be in the kitchen at the time and was looking out the back door and saw this too. He sent the kids home and called their parents...(shit). Later one of the kids family moved to Texas and the other was left without a friend his own age. His name was Johnny. I still enjoyed going to camp in the summer and liked the swimming best so I could secretly get looks at my friends naked behinds as were changing in the bath house. But the laying on of my hands on my friends hiney never crossed my mind. I only enjoyed the look. One summer night, when I was 12 years old, Johnny's parents were going to have a "discussion" or wanted to try for another baby or something, and asked my father if Johnny could come visit for a while. Of course it was no problem. My father stayed in the living room with the T.V./Newspaper and Johnny and I went to my room to play a board game or something. Our game seemed to go well and our conversation got around to our bodies. I had just recently "discovered" myself and I was curious if any others experienced the same feelings. I also reminded Johnny about what he and his friend did under our picnic table. I convinced him that we should do that now and explore each other. At first, he didn't want to. But I said all that I was going to do was measure the width of his rear end and see what the change had been over the years. I explained that the only way to get an accurate reading was to have it bare. Johnny was all for accuracy. I liked that and we bared our butts for the measuring. I was a "Latchkey Kid" in those days. Every day that I came home from school, no one was at home. Johnny and I went to the same school, so after he did his chores, etc., he would come up to my house and we would get into many "measure" sessions where I showed him how sensitive the rectum was to stimulation and the relationship between touching certain places on him gave "rise" to another very important part of his body. This lead to mutual J/O sessions just about every day. However, he could not produce at that age, and it was really me that had my "Life Force" escape into the free air and onto my exposed abdomen. One day, Johnny surprised me. He had been practicing in the privacy of his bathroom. One of the J/O sessions, produced amazing results. I had Johnny lay his butt on top of me. My penis was rock hard. I laid my penis along the crack of Johnny's butt for comfort. I reached down and pressed on his hole while gently stroking his penis. After a few minutes, I felt him lurch and gasp. Johnny's body had finally allowed him to spew his Life Force too. We had many sessions after that, until taxes began to hit hard and Johnny's father moved out into the county. There I was left alone with no one to "play" with...............Until Chris, years later. I hope this helps you learn a little of where I come from. I will tell you the story of Chris when you want to hear it. **NOTE** This story may sound like a B/S (Bull Shit) story. However it is true. It was just written in the style of some of the fantasies you see here on this board. If I told it as one converses, It would put you to sleep. Charles (Spaceman) My first..... It happened in the ninth grade. I was P.E. teacher's assistant, or "office boys" as we were called. I was in the boy's lockerroom two times a day. For me it was like dying and going to heaven twice a day. There were three of us per period and we had various duties, the best of which was passing out the towels from the "towel cage". The towel cage was situated at the rear of the locker room in the middle of two sets of showers, in an area where everyone had dry off. Given that my hard-on was hidden behind the high counter of the cage I was free to ogle and fantasize at all the different sizes and shapes of the dicks of maybe a hundered different boys a day. I held the post of office boy for two years. After a while you start to take note of the kids that got hard-ons every now and then. I knew that these boys where my kind. So over the years I took the inicitive to befriend as many as possible. And Craig was the first to pay off. Craig was excused from dressing for P.E. because his arm was in a cast. So on one particular day when my two fellow office boys where absent, Craig was recruited to help me out. I got my regular erection after doing my duties in the the cage. I saw that Craig was also hard. I had seen his hard-on in the flesh a number of times and I wanted more than anything to touch it and feel it and even suck it, if he would let me. Even though he was shorter (5'8"-5'9") and thinner that me, I knew that his cock was at least two inches longer than mine. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and pale flawless skin. Since this was the fourth period class one of the things we had to do was make sure everyone was out of the locker room for the lunch period before we could leave. So, I made my move after everone had left and we were taking the used towels from the bags at the exits of the locker room, back to the cage. With all the kids gone and the coaches in the office area I strait out asked him why he got hard when he took his showers. At first he denied that he did. But I told him that I saw it with my own eyes. Then I said "It happens to me too, I just want to know why." After being quiet for a while I asked did he like girls. He answered, "I guess so". Then I asked if he liked boys and he looked at me and said, "I don't know." Then I said, "Me too." After that I told him there was one way to find out for sure and that was to meet me back at the locker room in a few minutes. We left one of the doors cracked and snuck back in later. I led him back to the cage and we sat down behind the high counters where no one could see us unless they came right up to the side. And I ask again did he like boys, this time he said "I think so." And again I said, "Me too." Then I ask if he was hard right now. When he said yes, I ask if I could see it. And he said if he could see mine. So at the same time we hauled our rods out. I then asked if he ever jacked off. He said yes, so I suggested that we do it now, and he said o/k. So we pulled our pants down to our knees and started pumping. We looked at each others cocks while jacking off. I was intrigued with the way he spit in his hand and rubbed his fat head with his thumb. I asked him why he did it that way, and he replyed, because it felt good. I the asked if he could do mine that way. He said o/k, then he had to move over to my other side so that he could do me with his good hand. And it did feel good, he was the first ever to touch my hard cock. I tried to do him the same way, but I couldn't catch the right rhythem. I was in ecstacy with his hand on my dick, but I still more fascitated with his rod. So, I had him lay down with head resting on a stack of towels and since he was wearing shorts I pulled them off right over his shoes. God, I still remember the sight of him laying there with his pale white skin in just a t-shirt, white sweat socks with red and blue stripes and faded blue Vans with holes at the toes. His big cock at almost a 45 degree angle and the purple swollen head was bobbing up and down with each throb. I started to jack him off again, this time with both hands, feeling his baby smooth balls. He was breathing really heavy and was sweating alot. When I thought he was about to cum, I stopped. When he asked why a stopped, I asked could I suck him. He said o/k. When I put my mouth on him, he shuttered and thrust his cock back to my throat. I gagged and stopped and then he appologized. So I started again. Within a minute I had a good rhythem and he was moaning softly, and then he got rock hard and started to thrust again, but this time not so deep. Then he started to whimmper like a baby, and with his feet flat on the floor and his ass off the ground pumping, making short quick trusts into my mouth, he came. I can still feel the first blast hitting the back of my throat. His cum was not so thick, but salty and kind of sweet too. I LOVED IT !!!!! After he came he was still hard so I kept sucking and he had to wiggle away and push me off. He said he felt funny and wanted to stop. I didn't even care that I didn't cum that day (at school at least), I was in a daze the rest of the day. I never have sex in the locker room again, but me and Craig became regulars. He was the first guy I fucked and was fucked by also. That damp musky stale sweat smell of a locker room to this day still gets me hot. |
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