I shoved my shorts and jock down to free my own cock. It wasn't quite hard but it was getting there. My cock didn't snap to like a lot of guys, I guess because it was so damned big it took awhile for that much blood to get down there.
On the way to the motel to meet Rich, I couldn't get our phone conversation out of my mind. Rich wanted to fuck me. He wanted to fuck my ass. I had chills up and down my spine every time I rewound the conversation back in my head. Up till that time, I hadn't even wondered what it would be like being on the receiving end of a hard cock in my ass.
Mark is dazzled by his boy Jamie's exhibitionist performance as a gym jock showing off his muscular young body for Lloyd who has body-worship fantasies. Then the cop and his boy team up and jackhammer Lloyd and Doctor Steve. But things turn serious when Pablo challenges Jamie to a fight. Randy and Mark join in, ending with one master and his boy pounding the asses of the losers.
The excitement caused precum to gush out into his hair. I squeezed my cock to stop the flow. Rich leaned back, lapping his way up the underside of my cock.
It was one of those rare times when the day was over before the sun went down. Doug Brady finished drying off beside his bunk and slipped into a pair of white briefs. Then he dug out the only letter he'd gotten at mail call from his locker. It was only the second letter he'd received from Scott, his best friend from high school, since he'd been in basic.
Brocker was a major leaguer who had been in the papers and all over the news for speaking out so bluntly against gays and coloreds. They were sending him back to the minors to get his head on straight and get his shit together; a form of sensitivity training, they said.
His stiff cock rubs against my hairy treasure trail down to my naval, fighting for space, our cocks vie for a spot while our bodies mesh so close against one another, fitting perfectly in this moment. A dripple of my pre-cream leaks, profusely, onto his fur-less lean muscled body, forming a puddle in his trimmed blonde pubic patch. "Your leaking, a lot, Bucko," he says, "Excited?"
In the dunes Jamie continues to take charge, urging the twins to take their revenge on Bob and Mark in the ultimate fantasy of rebellious slaves. "Jamie, the slave master, was whipping the boys, forcing them to fuck their masters, two muscle-gods stretched in bondage." The men are then left alone, bound naked to each other... and they make love, grinding their bodies together with insatiable lust.
Big strong Richard and his puny assistant Josh arrive at a mysterious house, looking for a drug that's supposed to make men obedient and dog-like. Richard, accustomed to being in control at all times, may have met his match when a guard doses him and Josh with the drug. Soon, the dominant man is submissive, and the submissive man dominant. But a punishment awaits the guard for using the drug in ways it was never intended.
The twins take mischievous 'revenge' on Bob and Randy. "In a welter of frustrated desire the two naked muscle-gods pulled frantically at their restraints as the young jocks applied their own brand of sexual torment." Mark is thrilled by Jamie "who had just emerged from the chrysalis of boyhood, spread his wings and become a man." The cop and the surfer make ferocious love in the pounding surf.
Eddie pays a heavy price for his bad behavior. "The five muscle-studs stood in a half circle round the kneeling boy. He stared up at the five long shafts pointing at his face and opened his mouth." Later Mark makes amends for neglecting his boy Jamie. "The shirtless macho cop lay shackled by his own handcuffs to the bed, at the mercy of the young jock, a tanned California surfer pile-driving the cop's ass."
Working for Darius, Eddie drives the black muscle-jock crazy with his mischief. "Get this, boy, I don't take insolence from a young punk like you. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget." Hassan and Zack's motor-cycle trip becomes a test of their manhood. The rugged Marine and black leather-stud compete and the winner gloats, "Man, you look hot tied up like that. I'm gonna enjoy working you over."
He tastes good. He can see why his cum is devoured so anxiously by those who thirst for it. He is sweet and thick. He feels his ass muscles twitch. He feels wet. Drenched. Sweaty. He shifts in the bed as the twitching has magnified. It feels good, almost as if he has been fucked.
Ranger Pete gets an education. 1) Jason shows Pete how to flaunt his body in his mirrored shower, "Just like two straight jocks muscle worshipping each other in the gym shower." 2) Bob teaches Pete how one top-man tops another. "Look into my eyes, Pete, 'cos you're gonna feel pleasure like you've never felt before." 3) Then Pete meets young Brandon who grins, "I give a terrific blow-job, sir."
Jason the fireman and Pete the forest ranger fight the fires together - the fires smoldering beneath their feet ... and in their loins. Later Pete salivates watching the shirtless fireman lying asleep. "Fucking beautiful," Pete murmurs. "I gotta have him." At home they confront the young gypsy Ben. Jason says, "Think you can handle a fireman and a ranger, boy? The ranger here can be plenty rough."
I looked up at him as my head bobbed slowly backwards and forwards on his shaft. He was looking me deep in the eyes but I could see the flicker as I alternated between bobbing up and down and flicking my tongue. He looked in heaven.
...spurts erupt from his cock, as he shoots gobs of white man-juice onto his hairy-furred chest, as he has leaned back onto the bed of his truck, with his legs propped up, exposing his gloriously hairy hole, when he commenced shooting his load. He covers his muscle-defined furred chest and even shot his goateed face with his cum. Some cum makes it into his wavy hair, as his cap, lies behind him in the truck bed, and onto the folds of his ...
I panicked when I saw him. David was naked! He was walking up the sidewalk toward my house completely naked!. His thickening cock swung gently back and forth with each step. His muscles moved effortlessly under his satin skin. He came up on the porch, picked me up out of my chair, and wrapped me up in his strong arms. His lips met mine, and we kissed. I heard my mother inside the house crying softly over the man who was stealing my heart away ...
They smirked and immediately swaggered over to us. Each was over 6 feet tall with a wide solid chest and a few days worth of stubble. One had a huge handlebar moustache and wouldn't look amiss in a 70s porn movie.
We delve into another passion-fueled kiss, exchanging more saliva between us as we get more excited. He lays his leg over mine, scooting closer as our cocks grow ever harder, leaking our pre-cum onto the lily-white sheets. He forces me down, from my side, to my back, lying on top of my open splayed body. I feel the weight of him, upon me, his rod pulsating between his hairy muscled legs, into my own groin.
Eddie and Brandon are 69-ing in the back of a truck. "Just like old times," Eddie says - until the cop, Mark, shows up. Hassan comes to the four boys' dinner party and shows them how it feels to be captured and worked over by a muscle-god Marine. But the boys take revenge. "The naked Marine Captain, his muscular body stretched in bondage, struggled helplessly as his ass got hammered by his own boy."
My hair was wet, thoroughly so. I could barely see for my glasses were covered with drops of rain water. I was dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt, both of which were of such thin material that as they clung to body, they revealed it, showing all the subtle nuances: the rippling muscles quivering in excitement, and the sprinkling of hair that scattered over my chest and down my abdomen.
As he passed an outcropping, a shadowy figure emerged from cover and quietly sneaked up behind him, wrapping a large hairy arm around his chest, holding him tight while a hand pressed a chemical soaked cloth over his face. Alex never saw it coming.
The ugly guy looked like he'd won Hell's Lottery or something, but from what I've learned about him since, I know he's done worse to other guys. He gets off on it, pure and simple. Finally, he started getting close -- he was leaning over me and his face changed.
Once the muscle guy started playing with my asshole, sucking me off while I was sucking on the older guy's dick, I couldn't help it that my dick responded. I had my face buried in the older guy's furry balls and ass.
The muscular guy was hauling me into the back of the van with one hand clamped tight over my mouth. He'd wrapped his other arm under my armpit across my chest, with that hand pressed against my throat. He pinned me down hard to the floor of the van and threw his weight on top of me.