I quickly found my accustomed place, at the junction of 3 aisles of
lockers, which always affords me maximum view for a minimum of effort.
Alas, today the room echoed my noises, showing that there were no
hordes of young men, in varying stages of dress, parading around for
my pleasure….

Quickly stripping off the sweaty old wrestling uniform, i paused,
reflecting on the musky odor, reminding me of Tom. I pressed it to my
face, inhaled deeply and tossed it into my locker, grabbed my towel,
and proceeded chuckling to to the hot tub. As i neared the entrance
to the Tub/Sauna area, i slowed for my accute hearing had detected a
whisper of sound; I was not alone! Not being one to pass up the sight
of well formed flesh, and being an all around Voyeur, i slowly stuck
my head around the corner, and promptly had to catch myself on the
door frame!

Much to my great pleasure, i beheld a wonderous sight! Two very hot
guys, in their early twenties, Very fine specimens of the male
physique! They were just stepping into the hot tub, affording me a
tantalizing profile shot of two large, very erect cocks just as
stepped into the hot swirling waters of the tub. My cock was beginning
to rise, despite it recent workout, this was HOT!

One gent, whom i’ll name Red, was covered in a a generous coat of
brillian red hair. The other stud, i’ll call blondy, since he had a
head full of pale blonde hair. They chatted easily, and i began to
wonder if i had imagined their erections in my horny state, when i
noticed some peculiar arm motions on the part of the blonde. My
imagination was vindicated when Red suddenly sat up on the edge of the
tub, affording me another profile shot of his superb body.

Reds hot body had my full attention, until that is, my eyes fell on
his throbbing erection. Only then did i realize that Red was blessed
with an uncircumsized penis! Saliva began to fill my mouth, as i
itched to jump right in, but Blondy beat me to the punch. Sliding
through the water towards red, leaned down and much to my amazement
took the end of Reds skin in his teeth and pulled! Instead of yelling
in pain as i expected, Red tossed is head and closed his eyes, in
apparent exctasy! Blondy chewed and chomped on that thick overhang for
what seemed like forever, Red tossing his head and moaning all the
while. Blondy apparently decided to ‘up the ante’, and sliding his
mouth down OVER the skin covered head, he enveloped quite a
respectable portion of that cock in his mouth. Only when he reached
his limit did he draw the skin off the head, Making Red gasp in
surprise as he felt his cock suddenly lodged in a Hot grasping throat!

and deep brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic

build.

“Can I give you a lift, there’s a spare helmet in the back box.”

“Thanks very much mate.”

“Where are you going?”

“About twelve miles along this road, well I live just a bit off

but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there.”

“That’s O.K. I’ll go all the way.”

“Good, that would be super.”

“Have you ever back-ridden before?”

“No, well not on one of these.”

“Well just hold on tight and stick close behind me. Don’t try to

stay upright when I lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near

your turning tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the

next left or right turn.”

“O.K. you’re the gov.”

He climbed up and slid himself forward till he was close behind

me. Instead of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-

ously not been a back-rider before. We started off, and gathered

speed. There are some people who find the vibration and motion of a

big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that’s why I like bikes, all that

power throbbing between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,

as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a

hard bulge pressing against my rear. A few more miles and I felt his

hands slip down from my waist to my hips, then slowly he moved his

hands down onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to

stir and rise. He didn’t take his hand away, but cupped my swelling

bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-

tration, slowed and turned left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in

the distance on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I

slowed and stopped at the entrance to the drive of the cottage. He

slid off the back and removed the helmet. He stood next to me and

asked “Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I’d like to

thank you. There’s nobody in, my parents are on holiday.”

It was a bit chilly and I hadn’t had a drink since lunch. I looked

at him, and the thrusting bulge in his tracksuit. Why not.

“That would be great,” I replied. I parked the bike and went in

after him.

“Here, let me take your jacket. I’ve put the coffee on, I’m just

going to get out of these trousers, the damp has got in them. Make

yourself at home. By the way my name is Wayne.”

“Thanks, I’m Nick.” I watched as that tight little arse walked out

of the room. Don’t be silly, he would never go for someone my age; and

anyway he had done nothing since we stopped to indicate he wanted any-

thing like that; just my imagination.

I heard a door click in the kitchen and the rattle of cups. A

minute or two later Wayne came in with two cups of coffee, and very

little else. Gone was his tee-shirt and trainers. Gone were the track-

suit trousers. He was wearing a pair of white shorts. At first I

thought they were boxers, cut high in the legs, but no they were run-

ning shorts; and the way things hung and moved I could see there was

nothing underneath but flesh.

He handed me a cup and said “Sugar is on the table.”

He went across to a low table and bent down to put sugar in his

coffee. The material pulled tight across his cheeks, showing how

round, firm and neat it was. I could have grabbed it right then but,

wow Nick!, don’t be silly. I got my sugar and we stood drinking and

making small talk. He was just 16 it turned out. He’d been out walking

and was on his way home when I came across him. His parents we away in

Paris for a long weekend and so he was looking after himself for five

days. So far he had been O.K. but there were still three days to go.

I turned to put my cup on the fire surround, Wayne had finished

his. Suddenly I felt his arms slip round me again. “I enjoyed back-

riding with you. I felt very exhilarated. How did you feel?”

I turned and looked at him, he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Well, I, er felt….”

“I know how you felt, I felt it!” As he said this his hand reached

forward and cupped the bulge in my jeans. I could see the swelling in

his shorts, thick and thrusting against the material; and probing down

his right leg. It must almost have reached the bottom. “I like to feel

a cock in jeans,” he said.

“Look”, I replied, “I don’t want to seem uninterested, but I can’t

understand why a youngster like you, as good looking and well built as

you, would want to bother with someone my age!”

“Well first, I don’t like people my own age, no experience nor

staying power. Secondly there is very little around here at all. And

thirdly you are here and I am turned on. Are you going to say no?” He

was slipping my zip down as he said this. I didn’t say no. He slipped

his hand into my jeans and very gently massaged my ever swelling cock.

I ran my hands over that firm hairless, muscular body. As I caressed

his small but firm nipples he gave a low moan of pleasure. Slowly I

ran my hands across his chest and back, lower and lower, until I

reached his shorts. I took hold of that swelling cock through the thin

material. Another deep moan of pleasure.

Suddenly he burst into action. His hands were under my tee-shirt.

He pushed it up. Sucking my nipples he almost tore the tee-shirt off

me. Then hands slid down to my waist and my jeans were undone and

slipped over my thighs. “You’ve got a great arse”. He said, “Really

small and round for your age, so neat and tight.”

The with a shove I was flat on my back on a couch. My boots and

socks were ripped off, my jeans followed. He came forward and I

slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and took hold of that firm

youthful cock. He froze for a moment, then relaxed and groaned with

pleasure. I moved my hand up and down the shaft. I could feel he was

uncut, and there was just a little hair around the base. His balls

were firm and full.

I stood up before him and put my hands on his waist. My nipples

were lust in line and he nibbled and sucked them for a moment. I slid

down to my knees and slowly slipped those shorts down over his arse.

His cock, almost six inches I would guess, thrust out straight and

proud from his body. All reticence went, I slipped my lips over that

young shaft and sucked and tongued it. He groaned and moaned, as I

tongued the tip he writhed with pleasure. Then he pulled me off him

and up.

It was his turn, and he dropped in front of me. He nibbled my cock

through the material of my briefs, and then pulled them down with his

teeth; all the time squeezing and massaging my arse. He licked and

kissed his way up my legs and slipped his smooth young lips over my

cock. It filled his mouth and he gagged a bit but sucked long and

deep. I didn’t know how much more of that I could take. He stopped and

stood up. Pulling my head down he kissed me, our tongues probing and

touching. Then he led me upstairs to a bedroom.

“Please lay on the bed, across not end to end. I want to see and

handle all of you. Your cock is long and very thick, a beauty.”

“So is yours”, I replied, “And you also have a nice bum.”

He open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out a plastic

bottle. He poured something into his hand and started to rub my cock

again. It was baby oil. He rubbed it all over my cock and balls, and

down between my legs. “Please rub some into my cock too, Sir,” he

asked.

I slowly rubbed it all over his cock and balls. By now he had his

legs and bum near my head and was reaching down to my legs. He lifted

the left legs and rubbed oil into my arse. He probed the hole and I

moaned. My arse is very very sensitive, but very little used.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied in a horse whisper.

He moved and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs

onto his shoulders and started to rub more oil into my cock. It felt

great and I closed my eyes with pleasure. I felt his finger at my arse

again and it probed inside; no that was no finger. I open my eyes and

looked at Wayne. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he slid

hid cock into my arse. He thrust in time with the rubbing of my cock,

and each thrust produced a deep satisfied moan.

I thought he was going to cum, but no, he pulled out of me. He

climbed up and sat on my stomach. He rubbed my throbbing rock hard

cock, which was behind him and against his arse. Then he lifted him-

self and position my cock against his bum hole. Slowly he lowered him-

self, but as it pushed in he froze and moaned, this time with pain.

“I want it, but its so big, please I want it!” He pushed down

again, but as soon as I was a bit more in he stopped and I could see

the expression of pain on his face.

“Don’t worry Wayne, if you can’t manage it, don’t hurt yourself.”

“But I want it, and the pain is good as well as bad.” He pushed

down some more and I was almost in when he stopped. “Ohhhh! God it is

big!”

I could see it was really hurting, but he would not stop pushing

down. I could also feel just how tight he was. He pushed once more and

so I took a hand. As I felt his pressure go on I thrust up with my

hips as hard as I could. He yelled, screamed, and I slid into that

tight arse.

“Oh God, thank you,” he said and fell onto my chest.

I slowly drew out and thrust again, he moaned and move. I repeated

the thrust and withdrawal, he sat up. Now he was moving, up and down,

pushing so hard he almost had my balls in him as well. Up and down, up

and down, moaning and groaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Oh no, I’m going to cum without touching myself, Oh God, Oh God

Oh……”

He pumped up and down, faster and faster; then with a mighty down-

ward push that nearly sent me through the bottom of the bed he shoot

his young warm juices all over my chest and face. He fell forward onto

his own cum and rubbed it in with his body. He licked my face clean.

Slowly he rose from off me. He licked my body clean of his cum,

slowly working down to mt now dripping rampant cock. His lips closed

over it, and he sucked long and deep. My hand slid between his legs

and I played with his now soft cock. In no time he was hard again and

he eagerly sucked me, and I fucked his mouth. I knew I couldn’t hold

out much longer.

He was sucking as hard as he could and fucking my hand. My body

lifted in an arc off the bed and I gave a mighty moan and froze. My

hot cum shot into his eager mouth, over and over again. The first wave

caused him to cum a second time. He sucked and swallowed and sucked

and swallowed. At last I was empty. He licked my softening cock and my

balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me.

We must have fallen asleep very quickly. It was pitch black we

woke up.

“I don’t suppose you could stay the night could you?”

“I haven’t got any things Wayne.”

“You’ll only need a toothbrush and a lot of stamina; and I’ve got

a spare toothbrush.”

When I eventually got home late the next day I slept for 15 hours.

Wayne was the best back-rider I’ve ever had.

My first time was as a junior in high school. Had gone camping with
my best buddy. We were alone up in the mountains and discussing
many of our supposed “conquests” with all the girls in school.
Both of us were taking Psychology classes at the time and had been
hypnotized by our instructor and we decided that we would try and
hypnotize each other that night. Well…one thing led to another
and before you knew it we were taking turns “hynotizing” each other
into stroking our cocks as though we were alone in our beds at home.

I can not speak for my buddy, but I for one was TRUELY
hypnotized! At least I was absolutely TRANSFIXXED! when he
unzipped his sleeping bag and exposed the first hard dick I had
ever seen on another man!!

Please don’t ask what silly “hypnotic ploys” we used on each other
to finally work each others cocks into our mouths, just take my word
for the fact that “playing Pyschologist” literally beats the pants
off of “playing Doctor” anyday!

where to find these nasty gays?

real drunked boys

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Archive-title: Anton

Chapter One

———–

After going to bed, showered and, of course, naked, Anton had lain

awake for some time. Then he got up again and fetched the hand towel

from the wash-station. He placed this by his hips when he lay down.

His intention was obvious. He was lying on his back, with his left

hand caressing the inside of his thigh, and nuzzling up against his

balls. His forefinger began stroking the adjacent testicle. His other

hand was flat on his stomach. His penis lay where it had flopped, the

glans between the other ball and his thigh. It was clearly stirring.

The upper hand began to migrate south, stroking the sensitive skin

of the smooth area between the navel and the pubic hair. He had a

thick forest, but low down and with a clean upper line. When they

reached the root of his phallus, he parted his forefinger and second

finger, and ran this vee down to embrace the thickening shank. A few

pushes, with the fingers curving down to engage with the upper scro-

tum, and the glans looked distinctly heavy.

He transferred his forefinger to the other side of the shaft, and

hooked it below it, supporting it so that the glans, by now doubled in

size, was raised up. His thumb rubbed the upper surface of the shank,

and more fingers joined in the support. He took the hand away, to re-

assure himself of the presence of the towel, to catch the sperm and

perhaps to cover himself in case of an intrusion. When he removed his

hand, the shaft supported itself.

He switched on the bedlight, and lay admiring the growing weapon.

By now it was no mere stiffy, but a tree in full flare. He watched the

taut skin pulling slowly back across the glistening plum-surface of

his close textured glans. There was no quick flick of the fingers this

time: he was taking his time. When the skin finally caught up on the

flaring corona, the upturned rim of his glorious helmet, he pressed

down with both hands on his pubic lawn, stretching the skin on the

shaft enough to clear the rim.

The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below

the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its

last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his

plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth.

Still Anton just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much

to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member

wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the

picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He

held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but

making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally

pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvi-

ous reaction in his tool.

He closed the book, laid it flat on his stomach, and passed a hand

down to grasp his shaft, then he began the work of the hand on the rod

of iron. His technique was obviously practised, but unsophisticated.

Writhing; delicious: he was a toe wiggler. The thigh muscles filled -

full buns with deep side hollows and a clean division between the

curve of the bun and the straighter convexity of the under-thigh. As

the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting.

Relaxed – pumping not stopped, but much slowed, and the hand pres-

sure minimal. The he slipped the hand up higher, and began to caress

the point below the glans with the side of his finger. Some fluid had

formed at the eye of his shaft and he slicked it down over the point

as a lubricant.

He began to pump once more in this higher position. His sweat-

dewed face, mouth wide open in rictus of excitement; between the tun-

nel of his legs, the balls, now pulled high and close as orgasm

neared. His shaft was indeed now bending back over his belly as he

left the plateau for the summit.

Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book,

placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of

the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could

stare at it.

And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser

grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a

tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen-

sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time.

His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging

into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt

the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet

twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was

lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would

come! He would come!

Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad

was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his

body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was

obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the

air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but

this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly

down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too,

but this time nearly dry – just a wide working of the glistening eye

of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.

Completely still, with his eyes closed, for about a minute, then

wiping the spunk from his stomach and hand. He began to milk the re-

maining juices from his dying cock, pulling upwards with the tip of

his forefinger pressed hard into the underside of his organ. He wiped

the gland carefully, so that the foreskin, now beginning to bunch be-

low his glans, wouldn’t stick too painfully when it had return to the

protection position. Finally he cleaned the mirror, before folding the

towel under his prick’s tip to mop up any last weeping.

Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over

on his side to sleep.

Chapter Two

———–

Anton looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand

quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His

hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip,

but by the time Klaudio had entered, his penis was still exposed. An-

ton froze.

Klaudio stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated ex-

pression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the

prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and

closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton’s

hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this

language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away

inside his trousers?

But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a

friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more

than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistake-

able gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated

the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you

want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request – still the friendly

doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him pa-

tiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed

at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He

closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The pa-

tient was tensed for the cut of the knife!

But Klaudio gave the merest touch with the side of his bent fore-

finger to the underside of the glans. The corona of the penis flared.

He moved his other hand to cup above the shaft, as if warming himself

at its heat. Then slowly he began a two hand movement – the lower hand

a gentle fist the lower joints of whose fingers formed a knobbly flat

platform moving along the underside of the penis, while the other hand

formed a coving arched over the fist, gently trapping the shaft be-

tween them. Slowly it moved up and down the tool, sometimes gripping

enough to move the skin over the hard shaft, sometimes barely grazing

it. Sometimes the hands would move at different speeds, chafing the

surface; sometimes the knuckles or the joints of the fist would be

brought into play, their harder knobbles kneading the surface.

Anton’s eyes were still firmly clenched, as if he were gripping

his courage with the lids. His lips were pulled into a rictus, like a

smile but clearly not one. He needed to relax if he were to enjoy it.

Klaudio quietly changed his grip, and moved up the bed to kneel beside

his loins. Then with his free hand he gently stroked Anton’s forehead.

At the unexpected contact, his eyes sprang open. Klaudio cupped his

hand beneath his neck, casually grazing the erogenous zone behind his

ear, and raised his head so that they could look at each other. Klau-

dio raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: a clear gesture meaning,

“Am I doing it right? Are you enjoying it?”

Klaudio changed hands, so that he had a one free to stimulate his

balls and upper inside thighs. He knew how far he could go with this

at this stage. There must be no hint of a movement towards the anus;

even the sensitive point at the root of the scrotum was out of bounds

at this stage. It must be purely penile, this orgasm.

Slowly Klaudio worked. This had to be a good one – a better one

than a quick hand job – but he could use only limited resources for

fear of spooking his charge. A short burst of speed had Anton groan-

ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the

grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear.

His body began to arch up, but Klaudio knew how to change his grip at

the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing

the stimulation to allow him to get his breath. Anton’s face now

looked very different. The strain that showed there now was from a

different stable, and the open mouthed smile was real.

Five times did Klaudio make his loins rear up and hold him there,

until he was crying out to be allowed to come. Then he came – shooting

high to land on his taut, flat belly. Klaudio risked trapping the

later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Anton’s glans: he was

too far gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled

back, practically in a faint. By the time he was taking notice again,

Klaudio had cleaned him up and zipped his flaccid weapon back into his

fly, and began the language lesson as if nothing had happened.

Chapter Three

————-

As Anton entered, the lithe figure that had been lying on one of

the bunks arose to a relaxed position of attention to greet him. He

was about a year older than Anton, though he looked perhaps a little

younger than him. In many ways he was similar, a little lighter in

build, but clearly athletic. He was black haired, with a light olive

skin – the hair thick on his head and brows, but his body clear, ex-

cept for the inevitable dusting on his legs and lower arms. The per-

fect tan of him was the product of hours under the sun, with due care

to the arrangement of lighter and darker shadings to emphasise his

good looks. He had chosen to keep his sexual midriff white, always

wearing briefs, because he liked the bright contrast of the darker

stomach and thighs and the dramatic shock of thick black pubic hair.

He answered to Jag, or `Lightning Loins’. His voice was as smooth as

his skin and as dark as his hair.

Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed read-

ing. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed

and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating

in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton

had then removed all but his underpants.

It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body,

and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without

making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton

was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He

asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he

would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that

he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would

try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have some-

one to sleep with himself if he desired.

Anton was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his

mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his pe-

nis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would

have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self

relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Anton

submitted to Jag’s hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy him-

self as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and

his hands were controlling Anton to a near climax, he had suggested

that Anton allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more plea-

surable. Anton, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have

recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose

warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft.

Jag’s hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over An-

ton’s body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of

the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Anton

beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus – tick-

ling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger en-

tered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland -

the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that

gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested

the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded

from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spas-

modic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag’s

mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out

down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him com-

pletely clean – ready for the companion whom Anton would certainly now

accept to share his bed for the night…

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