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In Front Of His Best Friend
Every once in a while, a person has one of those tricks that you will never forget.After not having written to Nifty for a while, I could not resist putting the pen to paper.Recently I had a trick that pushed the limits. I still cannot believe it myself.But I only write about things I have done.There is no fiction in my writing other than the names which have been changed to protect anonymity.
For the last year or so I have been sucking a Honduran guy who I will call Jose.I actually met him through another Honduran (who you might remember from the account I wrote about a Honduran janitor).Jose is a hot blooded little Latino.Like so many from his country, he is short in stature with thick black hair, flashy dark eyes and very dark brown skin.Jose has a thick, uncut six inch cock which he loves to be told is very large.I've had cocks almost twice that big from black guys but I play along and tell him how huge is dick is.I also tell him it is "guereso" (thick)
Jose likes to call me on my cell phone and use names in Spanish such as "puto" (male whore), maricon (faggot) etc.I almost never use English when talking to Jose because his English vocabulary is limited.Instead, I lisp a broken Spanish which he seems to like.He tells me I speak a lot of Spanish though other Latinos tell me my Spanish sucks and I'm a stupid white person trying to act Mexican.I don't give a fuck.If I can get a fucker to put his dick in my mouth, that's enough Spanish for me!
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Spying On My Dad Jacking Off
I remember it everyone talking about 'Jacking off' when i was just in the 7th grade in middle school. The older boys in the 8th grade would talk about how it 'felt so good' when 'the white stuff came out'. I had always been curious with this sensation that they were talking about. I remember i had tried it for days but got no luck in feeling any sort of sensation. My friend Pete had told me that 'all the real men did it, probably even our dads,' I remember being disgusted when he had mentioned this. Pete was also the one that told me the 'white stuff was sperm,' so i automatically realized that if anyone had been able to shoot sperm, that means they had finally reached puberty. I didn't know if i was able to shoot 'sperm' because every time i would 'try' to masturbate, i felt my penis was too dry. The guys in the 8th grade would also brag about their growing penises. One guy said his was 7 inches long, which got me curious. I remember measuring mine and it was exactly 4 inches erect. I was ashamed of myself, because i thought i was one of the only boys in my school who didn't reach puberty, and who didn't know how to Jack off.
This is where my dad stepped in. Growing up, i had always just lived with my dad. My parents got divorced when i was only 5 years old. My mom left Michigan and moved to California, taking my younger sister with her. It had just been Dad and I for seven years in the house by ourselves. When i was 12 years old, my dad was 37 years old. He was on the taller side of the scale, around 5'11.. He had a little belly, but even then, his body was in great condition. He had a very nice chest, with a line of hair running down passed his stomach. I remember wishing being like his physique when i got older. One thing dad and i never discussed though, was the topic of sex. He would occasionally make a reference to my penis, jokingly asking me if i had grown yet. I of course, being ashamed that i hadn't reached puberty, would usually change the subject. My dad owned his own private business, so the good thing about that was that he would be able to make his own schedule as he pleased. While i was in school, he'd usually work Monday-Thursday, and have Friday off (and work on Saturday), i never really questioned why he would do that, even though i thought it was a little strange. Little did i know that soon i would figure out why.
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Hi! My name is Roger. This is what happened to me and my life-long buddy, Dick when we went to Hawaii on our graduation from high school. Both sets of parents thought that it would be an appropriate graduation present since we had not only swum all our lives, but were also the stars of the high school swimming team. We had known each other longer than either of us could remember. We lived next door to each other, and had gone to school together since kindergarten. Even when we dated girls, it was always a foursome.
So there we were on a remote beach on Maui. Everybody had told us to go to one of the smaller islands and get away from Honolulu.After checking into the hotel office, we discovered that although it was called a hotel, it was a series of small cabins, scattered along the beach. This was great as far as we were concerned, since all we wanted to do was unwind from all the pressures of our final year which had included college entrance exams, and all the usual hoopla around graduation. The manager told us that all the regular cabins were already occupied, but that there was one just finished that was just a bit around the shoreline and that it was pretty lonely since most of the other guests liked to be able to hang out together. We didn't care since all we wanted to do us was surf and swim, and didn't want spend a lot of time sitting around with people we didn't know and wouldn't ever see again.
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The slim young man was on his knees, naked, hands cuffed behind his back. His ankles were connected to each other with heavy black chain. A third span ran from the ankles to a ring in the plain brown dog collar circling his neck. His body was shaved; his nipples, cock and ears were decorated with heavy gage silver rings. His smooth skin was pale, almost ghostly white, with no lines to indicate exposure to the sun. His coloring made his several stark black tattoos stand out even more. He was sweating.
His mouth was wide open, his tongue stuck out a far as it would go. His eyes were focused downward at the hefty uncircumcised cock resting on his tongue.
The more muscular, bigger man to whom the cock belonged was wearing only a leather vest and heavy black engineers boots.After he had been standing there for fifteen minutes, making sure the slut slave below him would not change position. Satisfied he was being obeyed, he began his lecture.
"I told you didn't I?"
"What is it you want me to do right now?"
"To let me have your piss, Sir."
"And you're begging me, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes sir! Please fill my mouth with you piss...please Sir!
"Again: told you, didn't I?"
The younger man paused, but only for a few seconds.
"Yes, sir, you told me. The first time you ordered me to drink your piss, I resisted. I couldn't see myself doing it, sir. But you told me the time would come when I would be begging for even a little drop. You said I would offer to do anything."
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The vehicle moved sluggishly though the night jostling the sixteen men packed into the small army transport. I had my head pressed against the window, eyes unfocused and watching the white line painted on the road streak past; First closer and then away from the spinning wheels. I followed the line wondering where it would lead me.
Every now and then I would tear my gaze away from that line. From the back of the bus I could see the outline of a very familiar set of shoulders.
Jay used to be a close friend of mine. We knew each other intimately. I met him in the oddest of circumstances. In our high school years I inadvertently stumbled upon him jerking off in the change rooms. He didn't stop so I just kept watching and from there on in we knew we had something in common. Whilst still in school we never talked about it or indeed at all - just when the opportunity arose like on school camps, or when we were the last two in the gym change rooms we'd jerk off together. It wasn't until we graduated that things really started to happen.
Jay sat far away from me now. Our friendship ended on bad terms. Apart from the initial surprise of seeing each other we didn't talk. In fact he didn't even acknowledge me. Even so it was comforting having something familiar in this most unfamiliar of places.
The rickety bus jerked to an inglorious stop. It was dark now and had just started to rain lightly. Quizzical looks between the men eventually prompted the crew to disembark without command. We grouped under a light post trying to preserve our personal space without being excluded from the small ring of light.
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Money For College
This story is not copy righted, who in hell would want to copy right this any way. if you are going to use, copy or plagiarize this, go ahead and see if I care!
My story begins in the second year of college.I had just lost both of my parents in an auto accident and was finding that going it alone without financial support was just not going to work.I was down to three packages of top ramanand half a dozen packages of Macaroni and cheese.The rent on my slum of a room was paid through the end of the semester, but I could die there without food.
So, I thought over my options and they were slim to none.I frantically applied for student loans.I searched for jobs that would let me continue at school and I considered throwing myself off the Golden Gate Bridge.
One thing though that kept running through my head.There was a place about five blocks from campus where dudes hung out and solicited for Gay male sex.I was 19 then and looked pretty good.Maybe I could pick up enough cash by selling my bod to stay in College.I had done some male to male sex and it didn't bother me getting my cock sucked or maybe even doing a little sucking myself.
After three miserable meals of macaroni and cheese in a row, I made up my mind to see what I could do at the hot boys meat market.I put on my tightest jeans and a tank top and set out for the street where I had seen the action.
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Kinky Sex With Jake
This is a non-fictional story involving 2 teens and sex. If this offends you then piss off.
My name is Michael. I'm 16 years old and I live in Australia. I'm about 6'2 tall and fairly built. I have strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. I started puberty at about 11 so i'm fairly "manish" My cock is 5" un-erect and about 8" when erect. Don't think i'm lieing my dad told me our family has a line of big cocks. I first knew I was gay when I was 13 and a Gay porn site pop-up came up on my screen. I was lost in the erotic pictures of the men just sucking and fucking eachother in the ass. From then on I loved showing things up my ass. I even went out and got someone to buy me a dildo. I told them it was for my girlfriends birthday. Wasn't I lucky when he got a vibrating dildo ;)
We were on our summer break from school and the heat was unbareable. We had a power failure so I couldn't put on the air-con. I was so bored! I couldn't go on the internet or watch TV or do anything!! It was too hot to go outside and we don't have a pool so you could imagine what I would have been like.
I got a txt from my friend Jake asking me if I wanted to come to his place coz his house was still up and running. I didn't say no to an air-con so i walked for about 30 mins to his place. Jake was about 5"8 with light brown hair but he dyed it black. He was brown eyes and a nice body. When I got there I was thirsty as hell! He offered me a glass of water and I said "fuck yea im dieing here!"
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