It was a hot dry mid summers day, and once again I found myself standing half naked, wearing only my briefs as I had forgot my bathers about to dive into my best mates pool. This wasn't unusual we were completely comfortable with each other, it was only us home.
I was the new guy on the block, a drummer with a country rock band, And I was about to learn some really great things about life on the road, especially from the lead Guitarist. Now this dude knew how to make music, oh yea.
I was visiting the Island, trying to get away from my self, having lost a dear friend and trying to get over his death. And My saviour came in the form of a Cabin boy, sort of like a Cabana boy.
As a gay traveling salesman covering half of Texas and part of Oklahoma and part of Louisiana I have had many encounters with both straight and gay males. I will recount these true encounters in a series of stories. Many are with horny truck drivers. Please note that they are not in any particular order. I'll tell them as I they come to mind. Hope you enjoy.
While other sex, they had always expressed their pleasure, this was different. It was in the moment, not afterwards, and it wasn't words either. You expected those words after a hard fuck, or long tasty blow job.
What he did next came as a total shock to me. He opened my ass up, and gave me the best rimming ever. The technique he used with his tongue, showed previous experience.
Jason was an normal boy, just turned 18, always Horney and He was to have an encounter with a old friend, That would change his life forever, and It was about time for that change.
In a flash the screams turned into moans as Queequeg started rimming him, forcing his tongue past the anal ring. The Marine was really getting into the act now, and started pulling his pud, begging for more.
Hot encounter with this exotic young man. He used his own fantasies and techniques of yoga and spicy tea to make our sex last longer. We has sex six times a night for two nights.
Clay Hunter Dalton is stationed in Germany and goes to Frankfurt on pass. While there he goes to a large department store to buy civilian clothes, and when he checks out he discovers that he has more than he purchased, including a more expensive jacket, and several pairs of shorts and T-shirts. The clerk points out the man who told him to include the items. He is a wealthy German businessman who then invites Hunter to his estate. Hunter goes, ...
At the gym, a man meets up with a gorgeous hunk who turns out to be a sergeant in the National Guard. The sergeant asks for a ride to his girlfriend's cabin, and the man soon finds out that the sergeant has other plans in mind for the weekend, and he's not the only one. Four other men join in the hot action.
Those two were never a quick fuck, but were hours upon hours of pure sex. Maybe William was like that? He sort of tried to compare him to the twins, but he just couldn't.
A forty-three old man accepts the offer of a young bag-boy to help take his groceries out to his truck. He gives the boy five dollars and remarks that if he only had someone to come help him carry everything in the house. The boy offers to do it. He puts his bike in the back of the man's truck and goes with him to his house where they pull into the garage and put the door down. After determining that the boy is eighteen, he offers him twenty ...
I looked over at Brian standing at his open locker. He had a small brown bottle in his hand that I recognized as poppers. I didn't know he used the stuff, or any of the team, but he uncapped it and took a deep hit and Kevin had his hand out for the bottle.
Okay, I was surprised out of my mind, but decided that maybe he wasn't all that gay; he sounded like he was just being a man about it, like he was eating a pussy before he fucked it.
He started to fuck my mouth. He did it faster and faster with his hand on my head. He moaned with his face contorted into pleasure. He filled my mouth with warm sweet cum.
Wes really wished that he didn't have to leave, and he did mention he might be back in a year, which would be exactly today. Stupid to hope he'd find him again, yet in a year, there hadn't been anyone who had pleased him as much as Jim had.
Every tiny hair between his cheeks seemed to be on edge, seemed to be moving by the lightest touch ever. His body was already tingling, a sure sign that he was aroused.
But when the ambulance arrived Sam could see that it wasn't the same. A heavy set man and what could be best described as a telephone pole, both with black hair came out of the vehicle.
Then, holding the gun in front of him with trembling hand, he tentatively moved out of the room. He instinctively moved from one well-lit spot to the next, not even consciously knowing why, just knowing somehow that that was an important thing for him to do.
After he was finished, he pointed to a bathroom with a shower between the kitchen and his workout room. When I emerged, all clean again, he was laying face up on his massage table. I gave him a massage, both front and back, and he toyed with my cock whenever he could get to it.
His cum was sweet, not much salt to its wonderful taste. He would take all he could, drink it all, barely letting any drip out from the corner's of his mouth. It was totally satisfying, and when it was over, he would lay next to Justin.
This guy was so fucking hot. He was beyond hot; he was gorgeous. I always wanted to know how it felt to feel his big, squishy ass against me as I fucked him or as he'd grind himself closely against me. His name is Emmanuel.
His chest ached, as he felt the tongue licking at his insides, felt it move in and out, moistening further his velvet lining. He felt his legs tremble, felt them quiver as the raging tremors found every single nerve he had.
The mud, the hardships, were all old news. It wasn't that he was unsympathetic, just that he was starting to worry about Kelly. The way he had been last night, the way his touch seemed cold at times, as if he was no longer interested in Tyler.