Gay Solos

It only takes a bottle of wine to make these twinks crave for cock. We get em drunk past the test and give their sexy assholes the fucking they will never forget!

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.

One boring Friday afternoon at the office you receive a letter in the
mail. Nothing interesting really from the looks of it. But as you read on,
you soon realize that you are, again, being invited to another fun filled
weekend at your friend’s place, and your mind starts wandering.

A big grin comes over face, and a bulge begins to form in your pants while
remembering some past parties. Those blond beauties, prancing around everywhere
practically in the nude. Almost every man with a gorgeous body was there that
night. Some snuggling, some smooching some groping, and others doing anything
else imaginable.

As you continue day-dreaming, I walk into the office in need of you to
sign something. You are so suddenly startled that you blush and try to muddle
yourself out of your predicament. Noticing how red your face just got, I
notice something else out of place. It’s your piece of meat hanging out of your
pants dripping with excitement. Caught by surprise, I say something stupid
like, “Am I interrupting something? Or am I in time for lunch?” You give me a
quick look-over and see the outline of my hard cock straining against my jeans
then give me a knowing nod. I turn around to lock the door then move towards
you.
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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.

I was getting in touch with the fact i wasn’t goin to marry the girl
i took to the school prom and while i was dancing with her i was
checking out all the guys who at one time to me were dorks and now
they were in tuxes and looked very hot to me…especially this tall
guy whhad the locker next to mine in gym….i was dancing with my
date and looking at him, looking at me, and remembered all the times
we hit the lockers together, but never the showers…and wondered
why….we danced past and around each other, couples jumping senslessly
everyone seeming to be dancing alone. When i looked up and around
again….Bill (the guy with the locker) and I looked like we were
dancing together…
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It had been a great day. Warm, dry and the traffic had been light.

I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The

sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not

a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a little more protection than trousers.

I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the

limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road

straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a

road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.

The day started like most that I had been at my special place. I removed the blanket from its hiding place and spread it out on the grass. I slowly stripped off my male clothes and started to prepare for my transformation into “Becky”, my female persona. I removed a mirror from the small bag that I brought along with me. I carefully applied the make-up starting with the foundation followed by blush, eyeliner, mascara, and finally bright red lipstick. I check a last time before I was satisfied with the job before I pulled the mid-back length black curly wig out of the bag. I adjusted it into place and started to brush it out. Once I was happy with the way it looked, I began to concentrate on getting dressed.

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place.
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I was talking to a new friend the other night and he wanted to
know just when I realized I was gay. I told him that I realized
that boys interested me from the time I was about 5 or 6. I used
to live in the city of Poughkeepsie in New York and our house was
next to a city playground and across from a baseball park. Every
time there was a ball game, a friend and I would sneak into the
gym and watch the men change into their uniforms. I’m not sure I
realized it was sex I was interested in at the time, but I knew I
liked to see hairy asses and especially in jockstraps.
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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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