I’m not a fan of football (US Soccer) and don’t know anything about it but I did get to know a pro footballer while walking my dog and it turned into a few months of random fun in the woods.
Dylan was starting a new summer job as a stable hand at a local ranch. He quickly found that his new boss, Derek, would teach him more than just care and maintenance of the stables.
He pulled me off the wall and spun me around, slamming me back into it and pinning me to it, forcing the breath out of me as his hand reached around to find the button to my jeans. He was panting and breathing hard. “I want you all the time. I can’t get enough.” He moaned in my ear. "Steve, don’t. Not like this!” I heard myself pleading. But I was no match for this 240 pound muscle man.
Blake and Taylor had been friends since they were just kids, but the first weekend of summer after their Junior year in high school, their relationship changed. The weekend got even wilder, joined by Hudson, the hot pizza delivery boy.
I was so embarrassed from getting caught by the repairman fucking myself. He'd told me to carry on though, and I thought he would just watch from the doorway, but he had other plans.
Rob grinned and placed his hands on the arms of the chair, his big fingers dangling over the edge. I looked at them, suddenly wanting to suck them. My eyes trailed over to his bent leg, looking at the giant calf muscle on him, then back up to his bearded face where his eyes locked on mine. “I think you and I should go for a hike in the woods right now.” He said lowly. I immediately agreed.
This is a story of a new beginning. An older man who only had sex with other older men meets a 20-year old. What this comes to changes the older man's life. It moves from an awkward, almost reluctant start to a conclusion I wish had been true.
We didn’t move, didn’t even stir for the entire time we slept. When I slowly started to regain consciousness, I was still on my side, Darren’s 6’2” body still covering my 5’9” frame completely, his leg still in between mine, his arms still wrapped around me. I involuntarily moved a bit, and I could hear his breathing change, and his leg stretched out a bit and his arms came alive.
Sunshine's story of being turned out in prison concludes… As we dressed, I summoned the courage to apologize. “Sir, I’m really sorry about last night. I should have known better. I did know better. How can I make it up to you?”
Jaxx frowned as if I were asking an absurd question. “You can’t, Sunshine. You’ll pay… later.” With that, he strode off.
My cousin, Max, decides to live with us from now on. He stays in the attic, where it's hot and humid, that makes him sweaty. That leaves me to enjoy his masculine smell, up until one night, he decided to change our dynamics completely.
I had woken in his arm, lying naked beside him. I was curled up to his side, Joe on his back. His one arm under me as I slept on his bicep. When I peered over, Joe was awake and looking at me, his other hand lightly touching my shoulder. I had rolled over and snuggled into him and was ready to pounce on him when he asked me to take a drive with him.
A few minutes after the three young guys emerged from the spa, I noticed the door open from the building and a very tall guy emerged. He had a baseball hat on and was obviously in great shape. I watched him, moving towards the parking lot where I was watching, head down, beard showing in the streetlights. Only when he got to the familiar car parked in the lot did I realize it was my Coach Steve.
Majid was in a quandary. Should he come out to his dad? His guilt about being gay and having sexual relations with his friend and neighbor Fareed, and later with his roommate Jan, needed to be alleviated and the only way he knew how to do that was to come out. He stepped into the kitchen, finding his father at the kitchen table. Majid cleared his throat.
I was drifting slightly, just after 5:30am when I heard my front door open and close quietly, and the rustling sounds of my man entering and removing his boots and coat. Darren had been to my house a couple times now, and knew the way to my bedroom. I rolled over to face the doorway and saw his hulking 6'2" 210 pound figure round the corner of the stairs and enter the master bedroom.
With Fareed finally accepting his attraction to guys, the two boys spent most of their time together, making out, jerking each other off, and sucking. But will they fuck?
Joe took a step down the walkway towards me as I moved with my bags, my eyes on his big wide feet that must be cold on the stone. We met halfway, where he picked up the biggest bag easily, his bicep flexing immediately under his long sleeve, causing both Sandra and I to stare at it. Was Joe bigger? He looked more buff than I remembered, his muscles clearly visible through his shirt.
It had started with the 6’3” muscle stud next door, Dan, on that island. Only to have my wife’s coworker’s firefighter husband Ed join in. And as I was anticipating a threesome or foursome with Ed and Dan and his partner Mitch, it was my wife’s OTHER coworker’s husband Rob that had just fucked me twice in twelve hours. That big stocky muscled bear of a man was now still on my mind.
Call it infatuation, or teen love, or love at first time. Call it whatever you want. But when 18-year-old virgin Bobby met 23-year-old Mike's eyes, he was hooked.
Darren answered the door with a giant hello and started playfully attacking my kids, making them giggle and snort in delight as they jumped all over him. I wanted to do the same. He was wearing jeans, and an undone dark blue thick buttoned-down shirt that made his blue eyes pop. Even though it was winter, he was barefoot. How was I going to keep my hands off him with my family around?
And with that yes, I felt Gerald stiffen, shudder. He was blowing his load in my ass, my unprotected ass. Damn. This was the next step times two, not only getting fucked, but barebacked, and bred with no concern, well some, about the load. What was next? I knew it would be Danny. It was.
I pulled up to John’s condo anxious but determined. And fuck if he didn’t answer the door in just a pair of shorts. Athletic shorts. That were already tenting. He stood there, with a smug smirk on his face, barefoot, bare chested, scratching at his left muscled pec tauntingly as I stepped inside. I tried not to look at his perfectly sculpted gym physique, but it was too enticing.