He could see me from a distance on the trail and noticed me looking. I put my hands in my pockets, already getting hard and breathing irregularly as he approached. He had a cocky grin on his face, and he kept lifting the legs of his shorts up to show off the definition of his big muscled thighs. He was probably a good 6’1” or 6’2”, much taller than my short but built 5’9”.
I jumped up and down, my cock hitting both side of my hairy thighs and swinging between my legs, like a fleshy pendulum. I was standing naked with my usual morning hard-on, jutting out. In its prominence. It did not matter. The time and place were stated, days before, when the call went out, they were accepting new members to this limited membership riding club.
There was the grilling of meat, passing of ice-cold beer and the pouring of shots. Then there was exposed flesh, and lips touching it, fingers digging into its firm surface, until it glistened wetly in the hot, humid night. Finally, there was the sex.
"Are you better, now?" the person asks as he feels the coal ash covered and calloused hand grip his dangling cock, from behind, smearing the ashy chalkiness, shaking the last vestiges of yellow liquid from its limpness, while feeling, another hand, roughly cup and angrily squeeze, the soft bubble-like roundness of his ass.
My first trip to Lake Powell was amazing. Beautiful spot, water was spectacular and the sex with two American boys was pretty fun as well. Some outdoor gay threesome anal train described in detail.
My first Dunes experience! A true story of one of my first visits to the beach dunes of Gran Canaria. I had set out on holiday with a couple of friends to a gay resort on the island and on the third day I decided to explore the gay beach and dunes behind it.
Like most teens, strange different than normal feelings about gay sex often entered my private confused mind? Take one closeted gay scout master, add one curious tenderfoot and deep woods camping trip, and pending cock adventure and new discoveries lead to wonderful bur forbidden GAY COCK PLAY!
Recollections of sexy times in Western Australia's capital city in the late 1970s. At 30 years old I was still new to the scene and was out to get as much sex as I could. And it wasn't difficult to find.
This is a true story of one of the last times I had sex: We are walking around the park in the middle of the night when he pulls out a blunt and lights it up. We are sitting on the swings smoking when all of a sudden he pulls out this big thick dick
Every year their grandfather insists on growing watermelons, and every year, during some of the hottest days of summer, Spencer and his brother, Mason are responsible for harvesting them. This year they have help, and for Spencer, its a time of awakening.
Bobby went to the campground, assuming it would be his last time. He anticipated the usual two week stay, but this year was different. First of all, he was put in a cabin with a counselor. And second, well, you can guess.