An explicit (for adults only) gay porn story inspired by model Anatoly Demidov, courtesy of Muscle Hunks.
The only reason I go with my friends to baseball games is to check out all the other humpy guys in the stands with us. I'm far more interested in the audience than the game. A stadium-full of hot college jocks, sweaty blue-collar workers, and tough-looking cops on the beat keeps me in jerk-off heaven for weeks afterward. We went out to a game last night. I don't know if I was overly horny, but every dude out at the stadium seemed to be a hot stud. From the usher to the "beer here" guys, to the ticket-takers; every single guy was sexy. But the hottest guy of all was a man who sat right behind me. He really wasn't my type at all, blond with a red moustache, but he was built like a bull and packed a basket for days. I kept turning around to look at his crotch, which was directly at my eye (and mouth) level. The guy never noticed me because he kept his eyes glued to a pair of binoculars trained on the field. Something down there, I hoped it was the shortstop, was getting his undivided attention. At one point, when the game got exciting, the big guy behind me did too. I could have sworn he popped a full hard-on underneath his tight Levi's. I could clearly see his fat cockhead through the worn denim, and I was sure that he was stiff when a quarter-sized wet spot appeared on his jeans just under the bulge of his cock. The guy was loudly cheering on the home team. I was praying for a home-run, hoping I'd get to see my big blond stud shoot a load in his pants. But the man at bat struck-out. The inning was over, and my prospective buddy got up to go downstairs. I threw a stiffer of my own as I thought about the humpy blue-collar stud hurrying down to the men's room to take care of his hard cock. I pictured the dude running into a crowded men's room, urgent to relieve his pent-up need, only to find lines of other rugged men waiting at each piss-pot. I thought of the hard tension and heat building in his cock and balls as the dude anxiously waits in line. Finally, a urinal between two hot-looking guys is free. Big Red makes it to the urinal just in time. Quickly, he rips open his button-fly and his fat, hard cock springs free. Before he can even touch it, thick, creamy globs of cum blast from his cockhead and splatter against the urinal wall. His emission does not go unnoticed by the two studs who are pissing on either side of him.
As the men's room crowd thins, the red-moustached hunk enters a toilet-stall to clean up, and the two men who watched him cum force their way inside. The stall is big, with more than enough room for the three muscular men. Before Red realizes what is happening to him, a wet tongue is buried up his asshole and his cummy cock is deep down a sucking throat. Although he'll miss most of the game, Red gives in to another type of bats and balls. The steady sucking on his prick gets him hard again and the sensation of a probing tongue up his ass chute is wild. The guy blowing Red backs up and sits on the toilet. Red follows the sucking sensation until he's straddling the guy, bracing himself with his hands on the wall and pumping into the slick mouth around his prong. The dick of the guy sitting on the john brushes against Red's butthole, and the guy kneeling on the floor licks them both at the same time. Thick spittle leaks from Red's hole and slicks-up the angry cock waiting for invasion. The guy on the bowl arches his hips, and his buddy on the floor guides his blunt dickhead into Red's tight hole. Red gasps, then sighs as the long hard bat stabs into his guts. He settles down on the cock, his own cock and balls rubbing across the hairy belly of his fucker. The thrusts begin, and Red's face screws up into a mask of sheer pleasure and pain. The asslicker on the floor moves his head between the two men and takes Red's throbbing tool in his mouth. The cock is as hard as a rock and slides easily down the sucker's throat. Red moans as his cocksucker's tongue flicks across the sensitive underside of his manhood. Red's cock sinks even deeper into the hot mouth and he feels a rough tongue lapping across his nuts. The cocksucker gets his fill of thick pre-cum and moves around behind Red, resuming his role as buttlicker. The guy licks at the cock slowly thrusting in and out of Red's hole, then works his tongue up inside the stretched sphincter with the rammer. The man fucking Red slowly withdraws again, giving the lapper a mouthful of ass-juice. Red quickly sits down hard on the dick up his ass, and the buttlicker shoves his tongue back inside too. The two sweating men on the toilet lie still for a moment while the guy on the floor wiggles his tongue across the buried prick. The fucker groans long and low then shoots his thick, hot spunk into Red. The sweet cream oozes back down the cockshaft and out of Red's asshole where it is 'eagerly lapped up by the buttlicker.
Spent, the buttfucker pushes Red off his dick and stands. Red sits down on the bowl. The buttfucker stands in front of Red and forces him to lick his dirty cock clean. Red sucks and licks the funky goo from the guy's dick and it stands at attention again. Red moves back and lifts his legs in the air. The asslapper gets back to work and while Red's mouth is filled with dick, his asshole is filled with tongue. The guy sucking Red's hole takes long, slow licks at his freshly-fucked pucker, soothing the tortured flesh. The fucker is relentless though, skewering Red's throat with the same brutal gusto that he pounded his butt with. Red sucks hard, and his swallowing throat muscles massage the fat cockhead lodged down his gullet. Fingers replace the probing tongue at Red's hole, followed by a long, wicked dick. The dude fucking Red's butt can't get enough ass in his mouth, and soon he's rimming the man fucking Red's face. The two men pound into him so hard that Red has to grab the side of the bowl to keep from falling off. With Red half-sitting/half-lying on the toilet bowl, the cock fucking him is entering his asshole at a new angle, rubbing back and forth across his prostate. The guy fucking his ass kneads and rubs Red's tightening nut-sac as he shoves his tongue up the other guy's butt. The guy's sphincter tightens around the fucker's tongue, his cock swells hard in Red's throat, and with a stifled grunt he releases jets of cum so far down Red's gullet that he can't even taste it. He takes his softening prong out of Red's hungry mouth and slaps him across the face with it, splattering his moustache with the last of his load. With a much longer groan, the man plugging Red lets loose inside him, filling his butthole with sticky, burning man-juice. The feeling is too much for Red, and without even touching his cock, he blasts bursts of ropy sperm across his belly, chest and face. The two horny fuckers that plundered and abused Red's beefy body kneel on either side of his exhausted form, lapping the seed from his furry torso, kissing it from his face. That’s my hot gay sex fantasy of Red, the hunky baseball fan I saw last night.
An erotic story inspired by nude bodybuilder Brutus di Fino, courtesy of Muscle Hunks.
Last summer I was traveling in England and spent about a week with a good buddy in London. Both of us enjoy military fantasies of all kinds and I was quite excited when Dave told me about this annual re-creation of the Roman invasion of the Brits, held outside London. It was a bright sunny Sunday when we drove out to the site, a large, cleared field amid a circle of trees and a forested area. There was an air of holiday that pervaded the crowd assembled, large but not unruly, and not a lot of whining children. But believe me I was paying only the slightest attention to the crowd. I was far more interested in the men who were attired in ancient Roman war garb, with their short togas and pouch-like crotch-coverings. The gear was realistic, down to their fringed helmets, spears, and painted hand-shields. My crotch swelled as I tried to take it all in. Some of the jock-like pouches were so skimpy, pube hairs were actually peeking out from the sides of the straps, turning me on even more. I had to rearrange my hefty cock in my jeans, hoping no one was noticing my throbbing boner. Though all of them were good-looking, and their dress was turning all of them into fantasy images, there was one soldier in particular who really caught my eye and got my basket so full and swollen. He was dark and swarthy and had more of an Irish look than an English look. His dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle, and I developed an almost adolescent crush on the handsome fellow. He must have noticed my gawking because I was sure it wasn't my imagination when at one point, he seemed to give me the slightest glimmer of a smile as his eyes then moved downwards towards my swollen bulge. As he prepared for the maneuver demos, chatting with friends, practicing their drills, I more or less followed him wherever he went. Dave warned me not to be so obvious, but my cock was speaking louder than my conscience.
At one point I needed to relieve myself (although I sure could have used a more orgasmic kind of release), and went off in search of a loo, as everyone in London calls them. The building that housed the rest stations was somewhat separated from the main area, and by the time I finally located it I had to piss like the proverbial race horse. I could hardly yank my thick, erect dick from out of my tight jeans and just managed to as the stream of piss started spitting from my cock. It was a river and I let go, almost closing my eyes with a sigh of relief. My piss flood had slowed to a few drops just as heard the door bang open. I was in shock when I saw my Roman gladiator come in. A feather could have knocked me over when he approached the urinal immediately next to mine. I pretended to be shaking the nonexistent final drops of piss as I watched the Roman soldier extract his own pissrod from inside the swaddled crotch. .I sneaked a glimpse as discreetly as could. I couldn't believe the beautiful sight; his tool was a good eight or so inches, and it was steel-hard. He gave me a wink just as I realized suddenly that I was blatantly staring at the monster dickmeat. "Ya like it, ay, mate?" he asked lewdly, as he slapped it against the porcelain basin. I was too stunned to say anything, and I only managed to shake my head in the affirmative at his question. I couldn't take my eyes off that magnificent specimen of pure manmeat, and realized my own erection had grown to its full length again extending outwards like a horny snake, aching to be tongued. He glanced down appreciatively and gave me another wink as he managed to somehow re-tuck his own swollen organ into the jock-like covering. "I only have a bit part in this whole thing, mate, so what say, you meet me over in the woods in about half an hour. Follow me out and I'll nod over in the direction of which path to take" I felt like a blind man must feel when he's led by a seeing-eye dog. I was zombie-like as I followed him outside. I can't recall how I managed to stuff my own sausage back inside my jeans. After I returned to David, I quickly informed him that I was going for a stroll. He gave me a knowing wink, although I was sure he couldn't have known what had transpired in the loo.
I watched a bit of the war demo, hardly seeing a thing but my Roman as he went through his choreographed motions. I started ambling off before I would be noticeable, hardly able to contain my excitement or the building heat in my groin. I walked about a quarter mile into the woods down the shady pathway he had earlier indicated. I couldn't wait for my Roman encounter, and after what seemed like hours and hours I heard the sound of sandals in the brush. It was him. And I was glad he hadn't stopped to change. "So ya' fancy a Roman soldier, do ya' mate?" he asked softly as he approached the spot where I had planted myself. Again, I could only nod my head. "D'ya' fancy having some soldier cock to taste?" In reply I sank to my knees. He stood above me and I felt like a Brit of old ready to service his conqueror. His pouch looked like it contained a miniature cannon. His entire chest and stomach were smooth and devoid of hair, but toned and hard. Black hairs dotted his legs however, and I could see that a thick bush grew around his cock area. He pushed himself against me, and I licked the cloth around the swollen prickmeat. "Take it out, mate. Suck it good for me, ok?" He helped me extract the burgeoning, blood- engorged flesh stalk, and it was more beautiful than I had even remembered. He was cut which is such an unusual sight in England, and that made my mouth water all the more. He thrust his hips against me, and let his cape fall to the ground. My mouth opened like Pavlov's dog —instinctively. I had to have that huge soldier cock engulfed down my throat. I began licking it everywhere, kissing the tip and downwards to his hair-covered ballsac. I cradled the balls in my hand while I lapped them over every inch. It tasted of man smells and man odors, heady and musky. I licked up and down the underside of his swollen shaft, slurping and tonguing it until he was groaning with a sound of urgency. He shoved it between my lips, and I sucked it inwards and then all the way down. I gagged at first but the sensation was intensely pleasurable. I needed to deep-throat that meat and please my returned-from-war soldier. The spoils of war were mine to service, and I sucked deep and fast and hard. He began punching my gullet with the steel-hard meatstick, and I kept breathing through my nose so as to have every inch of my throat crammed with his soldier cock. I grabbed onto his hips, and ran my hands over his firm, beefy asscheeks, feeling free to poke one finger up his puckered hole. "Wank while you suck this soldier cock prick, " he ordered me, as he groaned loudly. I hurriedly pulled my own stiff dick from out of my pants and began jerking it with one hand while I let him face-fuck me to his hard-on's content. Using my right hand I managed to insert one entire finger up his asshole, locating his prostate in the process. That did just the trick. Suddenly Roman soldier cock was cumming in gushers down my throat, spilling from his meaty spigot in warm, creamy streams. I sucked it up eagerly and greedily, refusing to let even one drop escape the confines of my hungry mouth. He thrust forward inching his meat a little further down as he let loose with his final spurts of man-tasting jizz. I removed the hand playing with his ass to squeeze his cock, to milk it totally dry, and as I licked up those final cum drops, my own load splattered and sprayed geyser-like from my wide-open piss slit. As I sucked him bone-dry, I could see my cum had landed all over his knee-high thonged sandals. I smiled at my Roman soldier gratefully as I licked up all my cum from them. "Take care of ya'self mate," he winked at me, as he stuffed his now shriveled cock back into its pouch!
An erotic gay porn story inspired by hunky muscle bear Adelio Senna courtesy of Muscle Hunks.
Everyone else was doing it, so I got a membership at the health club for the purpose of sweating, stretching, and stealing my 35-year-old body it shape. To my delight, I soon discovered that it was also a great place to watch gorgeous men in skimpy gym gear, flexing and pumping in time to great music. It was like being in a night club and I was getting a work-out at the same time. One of my favorite people to watch was the instructor. He was tall and dark-skinned, and his solid looks testified to the fact that he used the equipment regularly. His broad chest led up to wide shoulders, and his washboard stomach disappeared into tight fitting trunks that held the family jewels. He frequently caught me staring at him, and he would boast a disarming smile. But he always would return to his work-out aware only of the meshing muscle and machinery, and I would drift into the sauna to sweat and beat off. A few weeks after I had started working-out, I saw a notice on the bulletin board in the men's locker-room advertising an apartment for rent. It said to see Mike, the instructor, for more information. Turned out that Mike's mother owned a house that had been converted into a two-family dwelling. Mike lived upstairs, and the downstairs had just become available. And that's how I came to live downstairs from my dream fuck. Well, as fall turned into winter, my job began making greater demands on my time, so much so that I was lucky to get a work-out more than once a week. It seemed like Mike's black Jaguar was rarely in the driveway when I would come home from work at night, and it was usually gone when I left for work in the morning, so I began to wonder if Mike ever came home at all. Then, the blizzard came. It started on Tuesday afternoon, and snowed for three days. Businesses closed, streets were impassable. We were snowed in. I settled in, determined to make the best of it. I started a fire, put on some of my favorite music, and made cocoa. Soon, I heard the Shoop! shoop! of a snow shovel against pavement, and I heard Mike rounding the back of the house. I rushed to the kitchen, and poured a big mug of the hot chocolate and posed in the doorway as he bounded up the stairs that accessed both our porches. "Cold?" I asked, offering him the steaming mug. "BRRRR!" he exclaimed, taking it gladly. I stood in the doorway, watching him struggle with the scalding drink. "You're losing all your heat," he finally said." You'd better come in, then."
Once in the kitchen, he shucked off his boots and his cold, wet parka. "There's a fire in the living room." We sat on the sofa, sipping cocoa and talking about life at the health club, and feeling the warmth. He seemed relaxed, and I was horny, so I decided to go for it. I commented that his jeans were still caked with snow. He sheepishly admitted that it was true. "Well, take them off! They'll dry fast enough by the fire, and you won't have to go outside to get to your apartment." I could see the deliberation In his eyes, as he stared into the fire. Slowly, his hand rose to his waist and undid the button. I held my breath. He put both hands under the waistband and slipped the jeans over his hips. I let out a small gasp. He was buck naked! His uncut cock lay in his lap, the balls hanging loose, warmed by the fire. He finished kicking the pants off, and they lay, crumpled, at his feet. For a long time, he just stared into the fire. His breathing was shallow. His cock stirred, and became semi-erect, but he refused to look at me. Finally, he drew a breath of resolve, and turned to face me. He looked like a frightened little boy. I leaned forward until my face came to rest in his crotch. He let out a moan as teeth and tongue contacted flesh, and he melted into the couch. His uncut cock grew stout and hard. I let my tongue draw a line of spit around the base of his cock, then up to the sensitive part at the top where the foreskin was. Out of the corner of my eye. I saw his head fall back into the cushions, and I felt his hands reach up to play with my hair. I took his member in my mouth, and slowly sucked on it. His legs drifted apart; his breath became raspy. I picked up speed, timing my strokes with his thrusts. Soon, I felt his thighs ripple and tense. His stomach muscles became taut, and I prepared ' for his eruption. I pushed myself down on his penis, gulping more of it with each stroke. His breathing picked up. He grabbed my head firmly, forcing his uncut cock deep into my throat. Suddenly, he roared, as the orgasm ripped through him. His cock spewed semen down my hot throat, coating my esophagus with his juice. He wrapped his thick biceps around my head, holding my mouth firmly on his dick. When the wave subsided, he collapsed into a relaxed slump, and let out a sigh of pleasure. Within minutes, he was softly snoring in front of the fire. I padded into the kitchen, and started to make us something to eat. He would wake up soon, and we would both need some nourishment, to keep our strength up. It was going to be a long weekend. And it was!
The following hot gay fiction was inspired by muscle man Orso Orfeo courtesy of Muscle Hunks.
I'm quite a looker, being Italian/French/Irish, standing six feet even, weighing in at 175 pounds without an ounce of body fat, dark brown hair, and big, soft brown eyes. My twenty-nine inch waist flows gracefully into the kind of ass and legs you see in tights at the New York City Ballet. All this is offset by a 42-inch chest, 16-inch biceps, rippled abs, and a beautifully sculpted 8-inch semi-thick uncut piece of pure delight. I'm always handed a phone number to have "coffee" at some point at the gym. I had finished my workout and was feeling particularly pumped and horny. I was bending over, slipping into my white cotton jockeys. I felt someone behind me. I turned around and stood face-to-face with more than my fantasy. Little did I know I'd be having my "coffee" in the form of a stocky, six foot, black competition bodybuilder with long, jet-black hair, large, dark, powerful eyes, and a smile that made my knees weak and my cock stir at first sight. There he was: my fantasy in the flesh, smiling and smoothing out the big bulge beginning to grow under the small, white towel. I didn't know whether to say hello or just drop to my knees and suck his big black dick right there in the locker room! Well, let's skip the rest of the formalities and say: The next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me in my apartment in white sweats that could hardly contain his bubble butt and the big hard-on that was beginning to grow down his muscular thigh.
I fell to my knees and began mouthing his big cock through the sweats! He moaned an "Oh yeah, baby," pulled the front of his sweats down, grabbed the back of my head, rammed his thick ten-incher down my gagging throat, and started pumping my mouth. I was intoxicated by his musky smell and by his huge cock fucking my face. "Come on, white boy, take this big black dick all the way down your pretty face. Oh yeah, baby, you want my big load, don't you?" Then he pulled my head off his cock, and held it directly in front of the mushroom head of his thick-veined uncut monster. "What do you want, pretty boy? Say it. Say it!" he commanded in a tone that evoked both fear and excitement at the same time. "Say it or I won't give it to you! I said 'beg', white boy!' "I want your dick," I said. "Say you want to suck this big black cock until I shoot a hot load down your throat!“ I could hardly stand it and begged him to let me suck his huge cock. He hit me across the face with and then shoved it in my mouth again. He began moaning, "Oh yeah," and slowed his pace, drawing his uncut cock in and out of my mouth very slowly so I could feel it swell to its full, thick, rock-hard ten inches. He slowly looked my face, and I could feel the big veins jutting out on his fat cock while the head grew and began oozing pre-cum. He said, "Get ready, baby, 'cause I'm gonna blow a big fuckin' load in your mouth. Oh yeah, come on, take that big fuckin' uncut cock, yeah, ... Take it. . . Take it . . Take it." The words trailed-off, replaced by a big basso animal moan as he pulled my head all the way down and held it there, with me gagging in pleasure, my eyes watering.
All of a sudden, he let that big black cock shoot one of the biggest and longest loads I'd ever taken. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Go get a rubber. I'm gonna make you suck my dick from the other end." I readily obeyed and returned to find him buck naked and his hands behind his head. "Get over here and work on this big cock 'til I'm ready to ram it up that pretty white ass of yours." When his cock resumed the full ten, thick, throbbing uncut inches he had already force-fed to me, he said, "Slide that rubber on it, and get on your belly, pussy boy." Surprisingly, he was much more gentle about working on my butthole. And he made a lot more sweet talk instead of demands. He worked the head of his cock in just past the ridge and pumped it in and out and in circular motions for awhile. All the time talking and promising me the hottest fuck I'd ever know. "Get ready, pussy boy, 'cause I’m about to nail your ass good." The next thing I knew, he was ramming my ass like it was the last one he'd ever plow. He long-dicked me with hard, penetrating thrusts. I felt his big balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. The talking stopped. I was moaning and lost between the pleasure and the pain. He was wailing as he pounded my ass in a powerful and steady rhythm. I could feel his huge cock take on the same proportions I had felt in my mouth earlier: veins were jutting out for the sizable hot load he was about to shoot into me. Slam after slam, he owned my ass. "Come on, pussy boy, tighten that butt around that big cock. That's right; now you're suckin', baby." I began to writhe in pleasure, opening and closing my asshole in perfect sync with his thrusts. It hurt so good. "Don't move!" he ordered. "Lay still and suck me with your ass!" It wasn't long before I knew that he was ready because he slowed down and began to pound my ass hard and slow. "Take it, pretty boy!" And with one final, powerful thrust, his balls contracted and my balls contracted. I felt that huge black cock shoot its scalding hot load up my ass, and at the same time I shot my load on the bed beneath me. Shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, he fell like a spent stallion on top of me, and we drifted into Nirvana for a summer afternoon nap. There have been many subsequent afternoons whenever he comes to Los Angeles. I never turn down his invitation to go for "coffee" whenever I ran into him at the gym!
An erotic gay porn story inspired by model Bo Armstrong courtesy of Muscle Hunks.
My major worry about college had nothing to do with football. I enjoyed competition and looked forward to the challenge. Classes weren't a problem. Even if my grades slipped from where they'd been in high school, I ought to do all right. But what did concern me, what caused me to worry more than any other thing, was that for the first time in my life I was going to have a roommate. I'd been raised an only child, indulged by my parents and spoiled by my grandfather. My room had always been my own, my private place, and the idea of sharing something as personal as the room I slept in, kept me awake as the summer wound down. On the day before school began, we had a welcoming speech in the morning, introductions to the faculty during lunch, and an afternoon free to do as we pleased. Some of my teammates went to the locker room; I went across campus to meet my roommate. I saw his back before anything else. He was facing the windows, staring at space. He was taller than me, and slimmer. His hair was an auburn shade of gold, and his arms—what I could see of them—were freckled. "Hi," I said. "I'm Mike." He turned around and grinned. "Hi, Mike. I'm Cody. How's your sex life?" It was an unusual question from an unusual kid. Cody, as he explained while I unpacked, was convinced his main mission in life was to cum, to blast as much juice out of his uncut cock as his balls could manufacture. He didn't seem to care where he shot it, and from what he said I suspected he was as much of a virgin as me. With Cody, it was quantity that counted, not quality. Discussing sex with my roommate was difficult. It was something my teammates never talked about, except for jokes. I tried changing the conversation several times before Cody gave up and took out a magazine. Predictably, the magazine showed various couples engaging in an entire spectrum of activities. Most of the pairings were men with women but, from what I could see, there was an occasional girl on girl shot, and even one of a guy in a guy. At five, I told him I was going to eat. He said he'd go with me, and he put down the magazine. Walking across campus I hoped we wouldn't meet any of my friends. It would have been hard to explain the obvious boner my roommate had sprouted. He softened during dinner. At least nothing was visible on the walk back to our room. For the rest of the evening, I studied my schedule; Cody read and re-read various issues of his magazine until, at ten, he said good night and slid off his pants. I watched him in my mirror. His legs were long, almost hairless, and when he stood, his thigh muscles rippled. Beneath the cloth of his boxers, his swollen prick lay outlined, a dark stain forming in front of his tip. "'I've got to go to the bathroom” I said. "I'll be back in ten minutes or so." Standing, trying to piss, I wondered how long it was going to take my roommate to release himself sufficiently. If I had been in his condition, it wouldn't have taken me very long.
It had happened to me just a few weeks before. My best friend Justin was staying at my house for the weekend. At night when he got up to brush his teeth, I flogged my prick quickly, spraying cum on the sheets. When Justin came back I pretended to sleep. I expected the same from Cody tonight. After waiting with my cock in my fist for fifteen minutes, I went back to our room and climbed into bed. "Hey Mike? How long has it been since you jerked off?" Cody asked. "Two days ago," I said. “Then you must have a quite a load stored up." “Probably“, I said. The way my uncut cock was growing, there was something going on. "Go to sleep," I said. "No way, Mike. Let's get off together. It'll make us better roommates." One way or another, I was going to have to do it to earn my sleep. "All right," I said. "Let's do it quick." He didn't even ask. Cody got out of his bed and came over to mine; he slid beneath my sheets. "What the fuck?" I asked. "Would you mind if I stroked it? I thought it would be more fun if we did it together." "Look, I don’t know…“ I stammered. Cody broke in and said "I just want to hug you while we beat our meat together." Nothing was terribly wrong about hugging a friend I thought. We did it all the time on the football field. But hugging a friend jacking off was something else entirely. "Go back to your bed," I said. "Please?" "Why?" I asked. "Why would you even want to?" "You've got a great looking body," he said. While I was considering the idea (I'd had fair success with girls, but none of them had ever told me she liked the way I was built. Girls don't talk like that.), my hand was lifted off of my dick and replaced by Cody's. I'd always thought I had skill at beating off—I had certainly practiced enough—but Cody's skills were ten times mine. He probed the best spots with his thumb, prodding my cleft and tracing my tube. He flicked the tip of his index finger across my slit, and I groaned. I was out of control. My butthole tightened, I was soaking with sweat, and my cock went off. Load after load blew out of my dick. Cody emptied me, stroking me steadily through my climax until there was nothing left but drips. He used my jiz on himself, coating his cock with my cum, pounding himself, and firing quickly. Without a word, he wiped us off with a corner of my sheet. Fifteen minutes Iater both of us were snoring, hugging each other. I guess you could say Cody was one of the best roommates I guy could have.
Gay porn story inspired by bodybuilder model Jardel Barros courtesy of Muscle Hunks.
Swimming never fails to give me a hard-on. Maybe it's the skimpy, hip-hugging briefs I wear. Maybe it's all the gorgeous men that populate the pool at the Y. Maybe it's the fact that I always slip a cock ring on before I go. Anyway, there I was one Saturday afternoon a few weeks ago doing laps, just to keep myself occupied. There wasn't anyone in the pool with me. as it was a holiday weekend. Just me and the lifeguard. He sat there, silent like the Sphinx. staring out to the deep end, acting like he wasn't watching anyone in particular. I did my laps like a good boy. Free-style up the pool, then breast-stroke down again. I swam in the lane directly beneath his bench, so that I could look up into that hefty pouch between his hairy thighs every time I turned around. Twenty minutes passed—me, getting progressively slower in my trips up and down the pool, and him, just staring at the ripples I made in the water. I switched to a back-stroke, just to give myself a rest. So it was up and back, up and back, while unbeknownst to me, the lifeguard's eyes had latched onto the sight of the prodigious erection beneath my lycra briefs. I opened my eyes after about the fourth or fifth lap to spy a corresponding boner on the part of my watchman. He didn't think I was watching, as his left hand lazed across his crotch and ever so quietly helped that erection come to life. Up and down, up and down, in time with my strokes, he was rubbing his crotch with his palm. I let my eyelids fall to tiny slits so that my gaze would be unperceivable. If he wanted some privacy to carry out his dirty deed, who was I to make him uncomfortable?
I swam ever so slowly up to the shallow end, barely able to keep the man in focus, I thought I saw him getting a little more aggressive in his exploits, and sure enough, as I returned to the deep end, I spied his uncut dick sticking out of his trunks, dangerously close to his right hand. I decided to give him a little show, something to jerk off to, so when I came to the deep end of the lane, I did a little twist, and went back to free-styling. Only this time, I added a wiggle to my stroke again, and on the pretext of adjusting my briefs, I let the head of my uncut cock poke out from under the waistband. More action made it slowly work out further and further, About four inches of it were hugging my abs. A quick peek at the guard bench told me that my move had been most appreciated. He was unabashedly fisting his dick, rolling the foreskin over and under the head. His eyes were screwed tight puffing to beat the band. Now was the time to act. Reaching the deep end of pool right under his seat I jumped out of the water, and climbed into his crotch. His eyes flew open in terror when I exited the pool and then he momentarily fixed on my tongue moving up and down his rock hard pole, and then the sensations of my tongue lulled him into a trance. He sat back into his chair, spreading tight, tanned legs, and relinquished all control. I continued to suck on his foreskin and soon, all too soon, he's bucking and grinding with his hands wrapped around my skull, puffing and panting. His climax found a voice, and screams echoed off the tiled wall as his jism spilled down throat. He gasped for breath, collapsed into the bench, moaning. I grabbed my towel and while he was still recovering I stoked my own uncut cock to orgasm. Then I headed off to the locker room, satisfied that I had finally made it with my hunky lifeguard.