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"I wouldn't call it a swimming pool," laughed Yann, going ahead and submerging his skinny, pale and buck naked body in to the cold water, "but it sure is amazing." Accident scars along his shoulders, subtle muscles of his lean torso, the pale colour of his pubic hair, starting around Yann's belly button and vanishing out of view into the semitransparent ripples of water. Pete felt that any minute now his pleasantly warm, pulsating erection will touch the knee of his friend and honestly he was not sure how Yann would react. Indeed at the end of thin blond trail of Yann's pubic hair there appeared to be something beautiful, growing and making its way towards the water's surface.
Leandro probably thought it had been a long way already as we got to the half-way point, where a big climb signalled the start of my special route back home away from the main roads. "I need to go too," Leandro let me know, and got his dick out near me on the same side of the path and started pissing like a racehorse. After a couple of minutes of more super-hot face fucking, I plucked up the courage to take Leandro's dick out of my mouth and ask him a six-word question, "Do you want to fuck me?"
Probably half the guys wore speedos anytime they got wet but Jason, Kip and I were the ones who wore speedos all the time. Speedos are an ice breaker and the first afternoon, when we finally got the houseboat out of the marina, Kip and I knew that we would be fucking Jason somehow, someway during the trip. I was wearing my red Arena speedos, Kip was wearing my Aussie flag Turbo speedos and Jason was wearing his black lycra speedo brand speedos. I don’t think I finished my beer before Jason was rubbing the front of Kip’s Turbo speedos. I pulled the bum of my red speedos down, squired some lube between my cheeks and backed up under Kip. I think they call this a train.
Hiding and watching this hot guy gave me an huge adrenalin rush, and my fingers trembled as they closed around my dick to smear the leaking juice all around the head. The hunter tugged at his prick, slowly working his way to the tip where he pinched the foreskin and stretched it well past the big lump of cock head that it covered. He closed his eyes, spread his knees apart, and started swinging the bottle lightly against his balls, banging them with the hard, cold glass while reaching across his chest to work on the other nipple. As I stepped up and leaned over to drool on his crotch, he grabbed my dick, squeezed it, and held it in his fist while he smeared its pre-cum around with his thumb.
One summer morning, Kev and I were heading out to the vines and ran into Sean along the way. We didn't want Sean to know about the vines. Look at that!" Sean said pointing up to the nest. Sean was perched on the edge of the nest looking down at me flashing his wide shit-eating grin. Sean pulled me up into the nest and we watched Kev do his climb. Like Sean and me, Kev was built strong. Sean moved his mouth over my cock, teasing me by flicking his tongue around the head. And wouldn't you know, Sean was in the nest naked! Honoring our pact, I stripped naked before entering the vines, feeling that same sense of exhilaration.
I left the main trail and started walking slowly and quietly on one of the small side paths where in the past I have had luck finding willing partners. By this time I was horny as hell so while I started sucking the second man I undid the drawstring on my sweat pants, dropped them and started stroking my cock. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load out onto the ground and as my orgasm subsided the biker thanked me for a great blowjob, pulled up his shorts and walked his bike back to the main trail while I cleaned up and pulled my pant back up.
I just tie off the pull string of my black and red speedo when Stephan exits the tent in his sky blue speedo. I can feel my cock aching, throbbing harder, the tip of Stephan's cock poking out the top of his speedo's, pre leaking onto his lower abs. I roll him onto his stomach, grazing my hands over his speedo covered ass. We lay combined for a moment before I begin to make love to my best friend. I thrust harder and deeper inside my friend, our moans combining in the sunsetting night sky. He wraps one arm around my neck as he grabs my speedo covered ass with his other. We can feel the cool night air on our hot sweaty bodies as we get lost making love.
Nick's warm mouth was working its magic on my cock and I greedily slurped on his tasty fuck pole. I felt a cock being forced between ass and Nick's face so I got up, the better to concentrate on Greg. With my free hand I pulled Greg close and started stroking that full, firm, smooth ass of his. I'd worked my thumb into his ass now and stroked his cock as I licked his balls. Nick came and kneeled behind Jack's head and took my cock into his mouth. The sight of Nick's beautiful mouth sucking on my cock got me really hot. I crushed my nipples tight and felt my cock explode inside Nick's mouth.
Or Tyler grew apart from me and started hanging out with the kids who skipped class, smoked and sold weed, vandalized property, and were just all around asses. “Do you want to hear who got the highest score?” Dr. O’Connell asked the class like he always did. “You want to know who got the lowest score?” Dr. O’Connell teased. I tried to fight it, but the feel of his lips and his knee rubbing my cock was too much and when he brought his tongue into my mouth, I let out a moan. He pulled me off his dick and brought my face back to his lips, wrapping his tongue around mine and pressing out bodies together.
Emile pumped the sailor vigorously, and his cock and balls beat on the man's belly and chest at least briefly, until the older sailor took possession of them. Gage turned his now-violet eyes toward his mentor, a big, sly smile on his face, and he languidly put an arm under the young sailor's back, raised the torso toward him, and, as Emile stood, frozen in shock, Gage buried his teeth in a carotid artery running up the side the sailor's neck and sucked blood deeply. Gage then came around and sucked off Emile's gigantic cock, stealing the magic semen Emile had intended to mix with the rich blood of the younger sailor himself.
Glenn shook his head getting another good look at the hairs below the boy's belly and wondered what they would feel like to touch. He wanted to savour this hot boy's body and decided to take it slow and placing his hands on either side of the shorts began to slowly pull them down. As rim of the shorts reached the base of Glenn's cock the boy was delighted at the smooth patch of skin where pubic hair should have been. His virgin lips slipped over the tight skin of the huge cock and although Glenn was inexperienced the boy let out long groans of pleasure with each stroke.
I like you just the way you are, fresh and ripe—and with a big cock." He wasn't wasting time; his right hand drifted down the front of my T-shirt, went between my belly and the waistband of my shorts, found my cock, and started teasing and stroking it. "Sure you are, but I'd much rather it was because you wanted to." With his left hand he pushed my shorts down in the back so that they were half-way down my butt cheeks, and he released his cock from his latex biker's shorts and let it run itself up the top of my butt crack and onto the small of my back.
"You'll deal with it your way, gotcha," Jackson answered, knowing he was going to have to wait for the perfect opportunity to slip away. "You're right, but I'm the one you want, so why should I show up if you've already killed them?" Trace waited impatiently to see if the man would put Mitch on the phone and sighed in relief when he heard his friend's voice. "Aren't you going to come in?" Jackson asked when Trace left the engine running and made no move to get out of the truck. Hercules apparently didn't realize Trace's need for a minute to prepare himself, instead, his dog ran directly up to Jackson's door and started barking up a frenzy.
The sun was shining that morning as I got the kayaking gear together and met Walt down by the lake. What really sealed my fate was when Walt leaned back on the kayak and using his left hand pushed his cock down the left leg of his shorts. Walt then lifted up and pulled back his shorts and exposed about half of his cock to me and asked if I had ever thought about sucking a cock. Having his hard cock in my mouth and feeling it swell right before Walt came was reward enough for me. I felt his hands running through my hair as I washed his cock with my mouth....stay tuned for Walt's reciprocation.........
Less than 24 hours after I had seen my first hard cock, and less than an hour after we had said goodbye to his father on the first tee, I was on my knees sucking. On the third hole, there was another group of trees, and it was there one summer evening I got my cock sucked for the first time. Our pants came off, and we took turns on our knees, sucking delicious cock. Some days we would hide in the trees, taking turns at slow sucking, and watching through the gaps as middle-aged men played golf only twenty yards away. We took turns sitting on the benches, or kneeling on the floor, greedily sucking cock until our mouths were filled with cum.
About midway through the evening, which didn't end until nearly 4 AM, I noted the prolonged absence of both Gregor and the abstract painter, and it didn't take me long to find them in a small grove just steps away from the illumination of the strings of white Christmas tree lights that defined the restaurant perimeter from the stone-lined streets sloping up and down around it at precarious angles. I slept so soundly and satisfied and filled that when I awoke, Gregor was gone and there was no trace of him except for a note written on Forest Park stationery and laid on what a plaque claimed was the very writing desk where Du Maurier had penned her famous novel of romance, lust, and eventual exile.
Mikalides was driving with his hands and his mouth, both of which were going a mile a minute, and I wasn't able to establish that I wanted nothing more at the moment but a slug of scotch and my hotel room before he had veered off south of the city center and driven into what appeared to be a village dolled up for the tourist trade. Panos's mastery of all he tried was borne out again the next day, as he did a magnificent job of pulling the camera crew together and cajoling the local authorities to let us get close to the action as another set of bombs rocked the downtown Haifa area.
Pete laid out a khaki army blanket on the ground in front of the altar, and after pulling me to him in a standing position and fondling and kissing me into a lustful mood, he undressed me, pushed me down on all fours, prepared my asshole with his tongue and saliva, and covered with his body and fucked me to paradise. In Pete I at last found my escape from the somewhat tedious routine of the Okinawa assignment, but I had hardly found him and started to be introduced to a very active male-male underculture on the island, when my government decided that the North Koreans were just rattling rockets they didn't actually have, and I was on my way east across the Pacific Ocean, leaving Pete and the fascinating Okinawan castles behind.
There he was, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, engrossed in one of his paintings, sitting on that weird little bench he has, his right leg bent up and his arms all crooked, all the cuter because he didn't care how he looked. I couldn't help but explode into an incredible orgasm, spraying cum into his mouth as he caught it expertly on the tip of his tongue and gracefully swallowed every drop. He stroked one hand slowly up and down his shaft, and slid the other down his balls before sliding a finger into that pert little ass I loved so much. And with my help he kept playing; with my hands devoted to his cock and balls, his was free to stroke his thighs and nipples.
The prince was left in the dust humiliated, as one of the Mongol tribesmen mounted his small tough horse, tied the lead of a spare beast to his saddle, and rode off towards the great Moghul's palace with the ransom request. Yes. I have to confess that I had dreamt of being taken by Konan the great barbarian, of feeling his immense sword of steel hard manflesh entering me, and possessing my body. Then the powerful barbarian stood up holding my hips to his, his sword in me still, and I spread my legs and wrapped them about his as wide as I could and he placed a hand under my belly and lifted me and moved my body back and forth, so that I fucked myself on his great club.
I sat in the car, wondering what I had done wrong, as a solid-looking policeman decked out in a tight uniform and shiny black boots strutted around and took a look at both license plates, all the time swishing a mean-looking night stick with a short leather whip on one end. "I said a cavity search." He tapped me on the cheek with his nightstick again, and then he put the stick under his arm and held my butt in his left hand as he unbuckled my belt and zipped down my pants with his right."
After about five minutes of slowly stroking my cock I suggested that we move to the tent and spread our sleeping bags on the ground in the shade. I reached over and grasped his penis with my fingers as Bernie wrapped his hand around mine and started to slowly stroke each other. Feeling my own excitement mounting as Bernie's mouth bobbed up and down and sucked on as much of my cock into his mouth as he could until I came. I felt Bernie's penis begin to rise in my mouth again and just the idea that I could make him hard after he had just cum for third time in one day pushed me over the edge and I came a third time also.
Speedos are an ice breaker and the first afternoon when we finally got the houseboat out of the marina Kip and I knew that we would be fucking Jason somehow, someway during the trip. As the afternoon approached Kip and I decided to go on a hike to see if we could get up high on the mesa (that is a new word for me), we asked if anyone else wanted to come along but Jason was the only taker. The three of us set off in tennis/running shoes and our speedos (I was wearing my red Arena speedos, Kip was wearing my Aussie flag Turbo speedos and Jason was wearing his black lycra speedo brand speedos. I don't think I finished my beer before Jason was rubbing the front of Kip's Turbo speedos.
The young dog groomer felt Sandy's hand on his arm and the older man's hot breath on his neck. The palm of Sandy's hand had left the young man's belly, and the dog groomer felt wet fingers at his asshole. The head of Sandy's cock was now at the rear door of the young dog groomer, who was sighing quietly to himself, beaten, bested. Sandy's dog yelped and writhed under the encasing champion Chinese Crested as it was invaded by a champion cock, while at the same time, the young dog groomer, still standing, but held in the embrace of the older man, felt his ass being entered and conquered and invaded by a master cock.