Gay Solos

As I slowly washed myself I glanced surreptitiously around at the
naked boys in the shower with me. Some of my favorites, like Tim Holzny,
I would come back to more often to watch. Teasing myself I would first
start looking at their face and then let my eyes travel down their bodies
until I found that special place they rarely revealed to the outside
world. Of course, if they happened to look over my way I would have to
immediately glance away. It was expected we would look at one another,
but intense scrutiny like mine wouldn’t be looked upon kindly. I
especially enjoyed watching the guys as they touched themselves. Sure it
was just an innocent gesture, but it still excited me.

One of my floor mates was taking a shower, and since the shower stalls are behind the sinks, and have NO curtains or such, i couldn't resist brushing my teeth, shaving, combing my hair etc., just so i could watch him shower. Nothing super-remarkable, not after what i had just been with, but nice. Firm, nice body, good build.. Definitely male. I couldn't repress a smile as i walked off. Yep, Definitely! male. (i had not been able to NOT notice that semi erection he'd been sporting)

Ray opened the front door to his home and there stood Brady.
He stood about six feet four inches and weighed about 200 pounds.
He was solid muscle. Brady’s handsome face and boyish smile was
enough to melt metal.

“Come on in Brady.” Brady entered and walked into the
living room. “Have a seat.” Brady sat on the chair just oppo-
site the couch where Ray sat. Brady completely engulfed the
chair as he sat there in a slouched, spread legged position.
Brady’s tight white T-shirt looked wonderful as it stretched over
his perfect chest and teased as it showed his firm nipples. Ray
couldn’t take his eyes off of Brady’s tight fitting 501’s. Brady
was showing a basket that could probably be seen for miles with
the naked eye.
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Returning I began on your right breast, licking lightly at first until
I reached the nipple. There I stayed until it became hard, and then I sucked
all of your breast into my mouth. You let out a gasp. Goddess, you are
a quiet one. I did the same for the left breast and recieved a moan
from you. As I started down your stomach you pulled me back up. I
wondered if I had done something wrong. You said no, you were just
scared. So I laid in your arms and we held each other, silent.

No, last night wasn’t the night, but you don’t rush the good things in
life.

He offered me a lift to Newcastle, for free. Well, I couldn’t afford to
refuse, could I, and he was rather nice. Looking at my thin jeans and
denim jacket, he said I’d better borrow some leathers from him, or I’d
freeze to death. So we went back to his flat. In his wardrobe he’d got
a fantastic amount of leather gear — must’ve cost a fortune.
He sized me up and chose one of those new leather jackets in green
(you know how well green suits me!).
“Strip to your T-shirt,’ he ordered.
“Here we go,’ I thought, “here comes the pre-flight entertainment.’ I
wasn’t exactly unwilling to have it off with him, but a bit nervous about
all his leather toys. I needn’t have worried, though; that wasn’t on his
mind at all.
The leather jacket fitted beautifully, like a second skin, smooth and
warm. Then he hunted for a matching pair of green leather trousers.
“I can’t get into those,’ I muttered, “they’re far too tight.’
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When I was a junior in high school a couple of years ago, there
was the really hot guy on the water polo team named Peter. Now
Peter was also a junior and he was incredibly muscular. He worked
out in the pool daily from 5:45am-7:30 and 3:00pm-5:30pm. He also
pumped iron regularly. He had sandy brown hair and was about 6′2″.
He was about 180, all muscle. I was about 6′0″, not nearly as buff,
and strong. I fantasized about Peter daily. I just wanted for
him to flex those hard biceps while I pumped in and out of his
hard ass. So finally, one day, I decided to make my move. I waited
after school one day for him, after his practice. I snuck into
the swimming area and into the locker room. I saw him changing
and I began beating off watching him stretch that enormous body.
Anyway, I began groaning(not intentionally), and I guess he heard
me. He yanked open the stall door where I was and said “Well well,
what do we have here?”. I remember trying to run, but he just held
one with his muscular hands. All of a sudden I had more energy
in me than ever. I pushed him to the ground, and held him down.

At this point I noticed that the guy across the way had pulled his
huge cock out and was stroking it in front of us! This was getting
wild!! I watched as the guy standing next to me was getting a huge
hard-on and, of course, I started to get aroused too. All of a sudden
the blonde hunk pulled his cock out and started to stroke it slowly!
I reached out and started to stroke it for him and I thought he was
going to faint from the excitement- I decided to stand up and pul
l out my member so we could stroke together and he sat down in my
arcade booth. He turned around and then pulled my cock into his
mouth; It was WILD!! here I was, running my hands through the hair
of a hunk while he was sucking my cock and we were being watched
by a man stroking his huge cock across the way!!

Sean, Tom and I hung pretty tight and the others drifted off.
We danced and danced and danced and danced and danced — all the while
the bartenders kept sending us drinks (as they were thrilled to have
Tom in the bar too). The bar was packed. After about 23 1/2 6-7 minute
12″ singles and about 6 drinks each, the 3 of us decided to take a break.

Tom was leaning against the front bar and I was standing in
front of him. He asked me to help remove his soaked tight t-shirt.
I didn’t want to ’cause I knew it would expose more of his beautiful
hard body and I’d start getting hard. But who am I to argue? We got
his shirt off and I stood directly in front of him. He put his huge
hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Tom then started
messaging my shoulders and arms and worked his way down to my butt.
The music was throbbing (and so was my cock). One of the interested
bar tenders sent us 2 more drinks (Sean was off talking to a friend).
Tom pressed my back against his hard stomach and SHOUTED in my ear,
“I wanna eat and fuck your hole”. He then thrusted his hard cock
(still inside his white 501s) into my back. I could feel the size
of it going up my spine.

Falcon always knows a dozen of ways to get a cute twink suck his dick. He asked this pretty taker out and eventually took him home for a couple of drinks and a friendly chat. Sure enough he got the guy dead drunk in no time and after a short passionate prelude had him sucking dick like a dirty slut. He then put the guy on his fours and penetrated from behind enjoying the tightness of his anus and letting him have more vodka while he was polishing his narrow asshole. The guy ended up dead drunk, well fucked, dancing naked and puking Ц just what we needed for our Real Drunken Boys video.

I remember the sound of luggage rolling across concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole that parting glance and tasted the air through which he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He said something, or hinted at something perhaps but only to my eyes. It was understood, the secret that can be bought between men. In the past it went unnoticed by most, but things are a bit different now. A moment cannot be held at leisure. It cannot be savored that way. The rings on his finger said leave it, but the glint in his eye begged and beckoned.
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