"Strike this batter out and I will fuck you tonight." He said directly to me. I needed to win this game to have my first cock in my ass. From my Coach. I wanted him more than anything. And before I knew it, standing before me was the man I had been dreaming about, totally naked. I was ready to play.
I had managed to keep secret my sexual adventures thus far as I explored Europe, and after the double fuck I received from the two football Australians at the resort, I was wondering what might be next for me in Cairo. As we unloaded off the bus, I noticed an armed guard standing by the entrance of the hotel. He was all Arab looking, dark skinned. He was a big man. Solid. Wide. Stocky. Built.
I laid beside Joe for a long time, listening to his breath as he relaxed after our fuck. I was looking at his side profile, so handsome and masculine. His nose was straight, the perfect size for his face. His jawline strong, now in a trim looking beard mustache combination. My hand was resting on his beefy pec, with his own big paw holding my hand on top of it. I was admiring this big "Bonus" man.
I just had my first kiss. And it was with my married baseball coach. His tongue in my mouth. The way his hands felt on my cheek and on my leg. The way his leg felt under my hand. I sat in silence as my Coach drove me home. I was feeling all sorts of things and my head was spinning. I was about to discover just how much he cared for me as I got my first taste of cock.
The summer I turned 18 turned out to be the beginning of my sexual awakening as our baseball team was heading for an undefeated season. Even though I was now 18, I was still short at only 5'3" and a skinny scrawny lean kid. My coach for the last four years was a giant of a man. He was 6'4" and built like a brick shit house. Though he was a massive man, I was to find out how gentle he could be.
I had managed to keep secret my sexual adventures thus far as I explored Europe with the group. Not only was I looking for hot men, I was craving cock. I wondered how I would manage to continue my sex-capades as I started to take in the various types of men as we entered Egypt. And at a resort along the Red Sea, two big and muscular Australian guys, were watching me.
My heart was pounding as I remembered standing beside him. He was a giant to me. His 6'4" frame making me feel puny beside him. His bodybuilder type physique scared me, all muscled and huge. But when I was sucking his thick cock in his truck, he was gentle. When he held my head as he kissed me, he was passionate. I couldn't wait to see him again tonight.
Our tour group left Spain, and it had been over a week since I encountered another sexual adventure. Until I was on an overnight ferry ride to Corfu, Greece, where I encountered a man who looked like he stepped out of a GQ magazine. He was Greek, tall, dark curly hair styled neatly. Clean shaven but with a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, a strong nose, chiseled jaw, with light brown eyes.
About a couple minutes later, John returned to his desk. I took him all in again as I watched him move around the desk and sit down. Big, solid, tall dark and handsome. No one would have guessed this masculine muscular beast was just practically naked with me, stuffing his 9 inches into my ass and breeding me in the washroom. Now he wanted me to properly fuck me in his bed.
It was my second summer of working with a landscaping company and I was now heading up a small crew of grass cutters responsible for cutting all the Hydro tower areas. Meeting the Foreman for the first time, my heart skipped a beat. From what I could already see, he was a hot looking man. And he had a special bonus to offer me...
I had just finished university and was turning 24. As part of my own celebration before taking on a real career I decided to do the typical thing for my generation and do a tour of Europe. I was fit, young, hot and ready to take on the world...Paul was a very good looking guy, not much older than me. He was taller than me, built like a jock or an athlete...
I noticed the guy behind one of the service desks. My eyes stopped on his arms as he sat there. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that showed off giant biceps. They were literally bulging out of his sleeves. My eyes trailed down to his forearms - thick, lightly hairy. I looked up at this upper body, big pecs pressed against the material, and his neck thick.
I was on the elliptical when he walked in. He immediately caught my eye - about my age, 6 feet, shaved bald head (which just gets me hard), big, solid, and totally masculine. I watched him disappear into the changeroom and return wearing shorts and a green loose fitting shirt. My eyes went to his legs - big tree trunks, thick and meaty with trimmed light blonde hair. I was already drooling.