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Ben And Bum Screwing
Ben and Bum Screwing By Wolf Based on Benjamin's Story
It all started when Benjamin and his two older brothers was visiting Grandma on her farm in the midlands.He was seven years old.Three distant cousins and their mother was visiting granny too. One day everyone but Ben and the cousin that was a year older than him had gone to visit another farm some miles away leaving the two youngest boys.
The two of them were out playing in the barn and the eight year old told Ben that there was something neat that they could do. When Ben asked what that was the cousin told him that it was Bum Screwing.
Ben was curious about what that was all about and was willing to let the cousin show him how to do it.They made a comfortable place in the barn and took off their clothes.The cousin had Ben kneel on the ground face down and he spit into the palm of his hand and smeared the spit over his penis.Then he spit onto Ben's arse and guided the knob against Ben asshole.It hurt going in but when the boy started fucking his asshole he actually got a boner. It was thrilling to him.The cousin even allowed him to fuck him too. That was the beginning of Ben's hunt for cock the rest of his life.
When Ben got home to his own families farm after the holiday he told the older boy from the family lived on his father's property about Bum Screwing.The older boy said that he knew about Bum Screwing too.He was anxious to demonstrate his aptitude right away.They found a secluded place where they would not expect to be interrupted and they dropped their knickers and the boy fucked Ben's ass for the second time in his life.
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The rain soaked James' football kit.The game was over and both teams were making their way back to the changing rooms, their wet shorts clinging to their bodies, highlighting every bulge.James loved to watch as his team-mates walked towards the exit, he loved to way their cocks made huge bulges in their shorts.He loved to watch, but always made sure that no-one knew how turned on he was.His cock was half hard, causing his wet shorts to tent out even more.
Inside the changing rooms everyone was in high spirits because of their victory.This would be celebrated by a communal victory bath.This was the part James enjoyed the most, his cock began to stiffen even more at the thought of all those naked bodies in one small space.
James always made sure that he was first in and last out of the bath, so that he could watch all the players getting in and out of the bath, watching their huge cocks swinging between their muscular thighs.He also made sure he was first in so that no-one saw his huge hard-on.
In no time at all the bath was full.Naked bodies touched rubbing up against each other.After a while people began to leave.Soon James was left in the bath with only one player - Nick.
Nick was the youngest member of the team and by far the sexiest.He was average height, with blonde hair and blue eyes.He had a perfectly toned body, with a washboard stomach and a smooth ass.Hanging between his legs was a thick 8" cock.He has always been in James' fantasies, ever since he joined the team.
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Exhibitionist Without An Audience
You should not be reading this if you have not reached the age of majority.
"An Exhibitionist Without an Audience"
Every summer I go with my mom and dad to our summer cottage up north. It's in a small town, and our cottage is in a secluded forested area along with several others. Each home is about 2 miles apart with trees everywhere, so our backyard (which has a lake, and the grounds end up in the forest) has a lot of privacy.
One summer, my parents left me alone to go into town for groceries. It was such a beautiful day - the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there was not a cloud in the sky. A perfect day for a swim. I wore my very short swimming shorts and put on some flip-flops, and headed down to the lake.
After getting bored of swimming (alas, there were no kids my age  around), I decided to take a walk through the forest. However, after a few minutes of walking, the fabric of my swimming shorts' pouch rubbing against the head of my cock started tickling me. So I took my cock out of the pouch, leaving it dangling on the side. But what with the tickling, me handling my tool, and it swinging back and forth, it started growing, poking out at the bottom of my shorts. I tried to ignore it at first, but it kept getting harder, until I had a full-fledged boner that wouldn't quit. I looked around, and figured nobody would pass through the area I was standing in, so I slipped off my flip-flops and dropped my shorts. I was now standing completely nude amongst the trees with a large glistening boner. I started playing with the foreskin of my 7-inch cock, massaging it gently. Then I slowly pumped my fist up and down, milking out the oozing pre-come. I rubbed it around my cock's head in a circular motion with my right hand, and squeezed on my hard balls with my left hand. I felt a tingling in my anus, but felt unsatisfied. I stuck my middle finger up my ass, and started tickling my rosebud, while I pumped my cock with the other hand. When I reached orgasm, my cream spurted three feet. Wave after wave of jizz shot from my teenage cock, and in the end I felt wasted. Content, I lay down on the ground and closed my eyes, smiling.
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I am a 22 year old college student.I have a very athletic build - 5'10", 230lbs, cut, with a dusting of chesthair and a deep treasure trail. I consider myself straight, probably slept with 30 girls over the past couple years, but have also let one or two guys give me head along the way.
The first guy who sucked me off was on the baseball team with me junior year.He was the quiet type, 6'3"ish, built, hairy, cut, italian guy named Vin who I always caught watching me.One day after a workout, I entered the lockerroom at the same time as him.He was sitting on the bench a couple lockers down from me, when I caught him gazing at the bulge in my sweatpants.I thought I would give him a show by slowly taking off my shirt and stretching and adjusting my stuff.I looked over at Vin who couldnt take his eyes off me and was now biting his lip.I then went over to him and put my crotch in his face, and asked if he wanted to suck it.
Vin looked nervous and didn't say anything.I knew that he wasnt at all openly gay and had probably never sucked a dick before - even though he wanted to.I then started brushing my hand through his hair and along his cheek and asked him again, "didn't you want to suck my dick, I'll probably let you."He sat there silent, looking towards my knees, but still gazing up at my bulge every couple of seconds.I grabbed his hand and brought it to my hairy stomach, and said "lets at least see if you can get me hard".
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Balled In The Ball Room
In High School in the early seventies there was still a stigma of being gay. I knew I was gay from when I was 9 and I started to fool around with willing other boys at that age too. In Jr High I actually had a thing with my PE teacher, but it was boys my own age or a little older that I really wanted.
I loved PE because back then everyone showered and I got to see so many of the guys naked and let me tell you there were some hot guys in my school. I would often have to go in to one of the boy's bathroom and beat off after PE.
In high school I stated to hang around with some of the older guys . It was probably because we were all aspiring musicians and would hang at lunch or at the b ball courts and talk about music and life.
I met Tony through some other friends and to be blunt he was not the sharpest tool in the shed. He had this way of looking at you when you talked to him so that it looked like he was looking over your head. I never really liked him much, but it seemed that he was always around me and talking to me.
One day I was hanging in the gym after school playing b ball with some friends and he was there. He was friends with the coaches so they had given him a key to the gym with instructions to make sure that all the balls were put back in the ball/ massage room and the gym locked before he left.
So on this late after noon we had both worked up a good sweat and were sitting down with our back against the gym wall. In those days the shorts were short and if you were in a certain position you could see a guys briefs or jock, back then we were all required to wear either briefs or a jock to play any sports.
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Disclaimer: It is, I suppose, fitting that my last story of 2004 and my first story of 2005 are about Marines. It is, for once, not really a story that I thought up. It is based on a series of drawings by my friend ULF, the man who did the wonderful illustrations for my story "Dangerous Marine" and who asked me to write a story to go with this latest set of artwork. How could I say "No" to him?After all, he's male and a former Marine! And I've never said "No" to a male Marine in my life!
This story is written in deep gratitude to ULF for all the many hours of enjoyment that his art has brought me.
BUDDY SYSTEM by RimPig2005
If there was one thing that fifteen years in the Marine Corps had taught Gunnery Sergeant Mike Callahan, it was that there was nothing more beautiful or studlier than a young, gung-ho, Marine recruit. Fresh out of Basic and full of stud-cum and testosterone, these examples of America's finest young males were truly "The Few, The Proud...". And, at age 32, nobody appreciated the physical beauty of a young Marine more than Gunny Callahan. In fact, if there was one thing that decided Gunny to make the Marine Corps both his home and his career, it was all those eager, young, studly recruits that he now got to work with.
Having made the rank of Gunnery Sergeant (E7) just two years before, Gunny Callahan had been assigned to the School of Infantry at Camp Geiger, Marine Corps Base - Camp Lejeune (MCBCJ) with the MOS (Military Occupational Speciality) of Instructor in Small Unit Tactics, part of the next phase of training for Marines after graduation from boot camp. Each Marine, upon completion of basic training at Parris Island (if the recruit is from east of the Mississippi River) is assigned to either the Infantry Training Battalion (ITB) or the Marine Combat Training Battalion (MCTBn) at Camp Lejeune for additional training based on their MOS.
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I WAS NT VERY HAPPY TO THE IDEA OF LIVING FOR 2 YEARS IN SAUDI ARABIA AS PART OF MY JOB, BUT WHEN I SIGNED MY WORK CONTRACT A FEW YEARS AGO I KNEW THAT THERE WAS A BIG CHANCE FOR ME BEING TRANSFERRED THERE. IT WAS VERY SAD FOR ME LEAVING MY SIMPLE LIFE BEHIND, MY LOVER, MY CAT, MY HOUSE, BUT I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE. THE LAST NIGHT FOR ME IN EUROPE WAS A SAD BUT RATHER A HOT ONE, MY LOVER SPENT THE WHOLE NIGHT KISSING, LICKING, PLAYING WITH MY BODY, I REALLY DIDN'T WANT THAT NIGHT TO END, BUT SADLY I HAD A FLIGHT TO CATCH. I RAN TO THE AIRPORT AND CHECKED IN, ONCE ON BOARD, I WAS SEATED NEXT TO THIS ARABIAN GUY, WHO SEEMED TO NOT HAVE A SMILING MUSCLE. ANYWAY, I HAD FAR MORE SERIOUS STUFF ON MY MIND TO THINK OF , HOW WAS I GOING TO MANAGE TO LIVE IN A COUNTRY SUCH AS SAUDI ARABIA, WHERE LIFE SEEMS TO BE GOING ON THE HARDEST WAY POSSIBLE, WHOM WILL I SPEND TIME WITH, WHOM WILL I HAVE FUN WITH, WHOM WILL I TALK TO, AND HOW FOR GODS SAKE WAS I SUPPOSED TO GET SEX IN A COUNTRY THAT CONSIDERED HOMOSEXUALITY THE WORST OF ALL CRIMES AND THAT CAN RESULT IN YOUR DEATH. I DIDN'T REALISE THAT THIS THINKING TOOK ME AGES AND BEFORE I KNEW IT WE WERE ALREADY LANDING IN JEDDA'S AIRPORT.
I QUICKLY GOT OFF PLANE, AND RAN INTO PASSPORT CONTROL, I HAD A 30 MI NUTS CONTROL, THE GUY ON THE COUNTER SEEMED TO CHECK MY PAPERS FOREVER. FINALLY I WAS OUT, OUT TO A WHOLE NEW WORLD, A WORLD WHERE MOST MEN WORE WHITE DRESSES , AND WOMEN WHO WHERE THERE WERE COVERED COMPLETELY IN BLACK, I JUST WISHED I NEVER CAME HERE.
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