Bear Party

Dean had always loved Brandon's bear parties. He'd been to four of them, and each one had been different, but ALWAYS fun. Tonight, he was being cruised by every bear in the joint and feeling rather pretty after his third Double Mary. "Dean, have you met Tom?" Dean looked up to see Brandon with that 'Here's-a-live-one' grin on his face. "No, I don't believe I have," Dean replied, taking the big man's hand. "I'm Dean Livingston." "Tom Bennet," the man said, keeping eye contact. "Brandon tells me you're a computer technician." Dean smiled, watching as Brandon quietly excused himself, "I maintain the systems up the street at Jackson and Stevens," he said, "And, I build a few systems on the side for extra cash." "Have you seen Brandon's new pc?" Tom hooked his thumb towards the study, "Loaded for bear." Dean laughed, "Yeah, I put it together for him. Want to see it scream?" "I'd rather see *you* scream," Tom said suggestively, leering. Dean led the way through the crowd, winking at Brandon as he turned up the hall to the study. Opening the door, he stepped aside to admit the bigger man, then lock it behind him. Tom caught his arm before he could turn on the light. Without a sound, he turned Dean to face him and carefully brought his hand up around the smaller man’s suddenly expanding package. "I sure would like to fuck you, Dean....And swallow your dick while you gush down my throat," He leaned down and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue as he pushed his hand down the smaller man's pants. Dean pressed himself against him, rubbing his cock in Tom's hand, until frustrated, he began pulling off his clothes. The two men were naked in minutes, with Dean bent over the leather sofa and Tom behind him, wiping his hole with pocket-lube. Erect, the bear was a thick three inches, and patiently worked it into Dean while reaching under to massage his balls. Soon, he was pounding it home, stuffing him with its entire length. Dean concentrated on his aching hard-on, hoping he didn't spurt his loot when Tom unloaded in his ass. He wanted that powerful tongue on the head of his dick, sucking him dry. As it was, he knew he hadn't long to wait. Tom's head fell back as he plowed into him. His eyes closed, rolling up in his head... He pumped Dean slowly now...savoring his final moments...arching back and thrusting forward as though he could empty his entire life-force into the man. On his third stroke, he jettisoned his lava and slumped over Dean's back, filling his nostrils with the blonde's scent. He draped his arms around the smaller man's waist and lazily manipulated his cock, until, infused with new purpose, he sank to his knees and took it in his mouth. Dean concentrated, desperate not to cum without feeling the bear's throat muscles ripple around his head first. He rocked his hips, weaving his fingers through Tom's curls and drawing him forward to take him deeper. The big man greedily complied, sucking his shaft up to its base and 'swallowing' with each of Dean's thrusts. "Oh....Oh, God....I can't...." Dean stammered, jolting forward spasmodically. His fingers were tangled in Tom's hair, white-knuckled, as he spurt his wad down Tom's throat. Exhausted, the two men fell to the carpet, catching their breaths. After a few moments, there came a knock at the door, bringing them up, sharply. It was Brandon. "Hey Dean? Robert wants you to show *him* the pc, too..." he said through the door. "How long til you can.....'boot-up' again?" Dean laughed, relaxing once again as Tom reached for a smoke. "Sorry, guys...Looks like the system's crashed." 

Originally posted on http://gaythrills.blogspot.com/2006/11/dean.html

David

Peter was new on campus; he’d been forced to go to school outside of the big city because of scholarships he’d won as an athlete. He’d grown up in urban America, and this was his first experience living in a rural area. It was hard enough being a gay jock in the city; he wasn’t sure how it’d go over here, so he kept a low profile. Pre-season soccer practices were double sessions, taking up four to five hours of his day, but it kept his mind off of his problems, so he went through every session determined to make the starting squad. Peter was a natural, he had no problem making the first team and it seemed he had no problem attracting the girls. Great, Peter thought, how would I survive this? By mid-season, Peter’s teammates noticed he wasn’t dating any of the girls who threw themselves at him. Peter started to get nervous. "You a fag?" one teammate bluntly asked. Peter didn’t answer; he just laughed and hit the showers. Trying to think fast, Peter searched for a way out. Then he felt something close around his dick. He looked down to find his teammate, the one who asked if he were a fag, sucking his dick. Peter jumped back, and his teammate jumped to his feet. "Wait, you’re not?" he asked nervously. Peter stammered, staring his mate in the face. "Are you?" "Well, no, I guess, but I like guys to fuck me." Peter laughed, a nervous laugh, a laugh of relief and told his new friend that he was indeed "a fag." "You think it’s safe in here?" Peter asked. "It’s safe if you dig gang bangs," announced the junior, "and I’d say it’s time for your initiation." Peter looked puzzled as the elder teammate left the showers, but shrugged and continued to clean up. In the distance he heard low chatter and the sounds of doors locking. As the chatter slowly came near, Peter turned to see 7 of his teammates entering the shower area. "You may have open gays in the city," one boy chuckled, "but we closet types have a lot more fun." With that, Peter was told to get on his knees, and Peter did so. Apparently, it was custom for freshmen to pass the oral test before they could move on to the next stage. While Peter sucked each teammate hard, he felt the hands of other teammates rubbing his back, grabbing and spreading his ass, cupping his balls and stroking his dick. Still blowing his friends, Peter was mounted from behind. He felt the thick meat of someone’s cock push inside. Rod deep inside Peter’s asshole, he could feel his ass cheeks being massaged feverishly, pulling, stretching, spreading him wider. He felt another dick poking his outer rim, then forcefully ramming inside. Peter felt as if he’d split in two, and grimaced at first, still trying to suck off the few guys he had left to do. He’d never had two dicks up his ass before, so it took a few minutes to get used to, but then Peter relaxed and found it was painfully enjoyable. Especially when they started to fuck him. It seemed as if there were a hundred dicks to suck and like a hundred dicks fucking him, each taking their turn. Peter wanted to impress his buddies, so he took everything they threw at him in stride….besides, he liked it! He’d always fantasized about the guys in high school, but the ones who probably were gay, hadn’t even realized it yet, so Peter never approached any of them. But now his fantasy had come to life. Peter remained on all fours as the 7 others mounted and dismounted, mounted and dismounted. He never been fucked so much at one time and wasn’t nearly ready for it to stop. The other guys raised his ass up to almost hip level, pushing his upper body close to his thighs. They took turns fucking him in short spurts, until one guy took charge and fucked Peter non-stop until he came. Peter reveled in the warm juices teeming in his ass and squirmed with delight as they took turns coming in his ass. After a while, it started seeping out and down the backs of his legs, but his mates didn’t stop. They fucked him until the last guy spooed, and Peter took it like a sport. When the last guy mounted Peter, another slipped down and sucked him off, swallowing each drop of Peter’s load until the ramming finally ceased. When all was done, the men showered together, congratulated Peter and "officially" welcomed him to the "team." Peter looked forward to the next shower. David winced as the huge prisoner pushed his thick, black meat into his ass. If this was supposed to be punishment, David didn't *want* to be good. He'd been thrown in the county tank for drunk and disorderly conduct on the beach, and happened to annoy 'Big Otis' with his Dorothy Gale impression after 'Lights Out.' "You jess don' know when to quit, do ya, pretty boy? You just gotta keep on til I gotta shove my dick so far up yo ass it chokes you, to shut you up." Otis dug his enormous thumbs in the young man's cheeks, spreading them so wide, David half-expected him to step in for cocktails. Face down in his bunk, he adjusted his knees, bracing himself on the metal frame as Otis rammed him from behind. "You ain't talking much now, is ya, white boy?" Otis grunted, stuffing his cock deeper. His thrusts accelerated, driving the smaller man further up against the headbar. He looked down to watch his massive black cock disappear into the tiny, white beef-chute, then reappear once more, dragging out the thin, pink lining of the man's rectum. David gasped. His own erection had become painfully urgent. He heaved forward on his shoulder and grabbed his cock, hoping Otis was too absorbed in his own Janet Jackson fantasy to notice. He stroked it hard, rubbing it against his belly in rhythm with his own penetration, then wrapped his fingers around it and pumped it like a piston. Otis was sweating like a deathrow inmate. His huge nut-sack slapped David's up between his legs as he buried his pipe and rocketted his load into the man's anus. David felt the hot, liquid spasm and jettisoned his own product all over the makeshift bed, then shivered as Otis withdrew. "I think you shut up now, won'tcha bitch?" David slumped over his pillow, savoring the throb in his colon. "Yes, Daddy," he replied, ever the smart-ass. After a pounding like that, he'd sell his ruby slippers..

Originally posted on http://gaythrills.blogspot.com/2006/11/david.html

Brooks's Party

Brooks' party had turned into quite a success. There were gorgeous men everywhere. You'd been watching a big Italian since he walked into the kitchen in wet swim trunks and flashed his winning smile your way in return for the beer you handed him. He introduced himself as Paul, and asked why you weren't out by the pool. You explain that you'd no idea it was going to be a pool party, and thus, had no trunks. "We can find you a pair," he offers, genuinely hopeful you'll accept. "Well, sure," you stammer, not really sure. Taking you by the arm, he leads you to the pool house, giving you a chance to admire his muscular physique in the moonlight. There were a handful of guys already in the pool who begin to whistle as you and Paul pass. "All right, all right, girls," Paul laughs as he opens the door to the pool house to let you enter. You step inside and are immediately plunged into darkness when Paul enters and closes the door behind him. "Oh yeah, I forgot to get a new bulb when I went in. Must've been seeing you, it just flew right out of my head." You can feel Paul next to you, you can smell him, you can hear him breathe. You feel your cock start to press against your pants, becoming more urgent the closer Paul gets to you. He quickly unbuckles your belt and pushes his hand down your pants, grabbing your already stiff rod. His hands are huge, powerful, and the smell of him drives you insane. You lean forward, steadying yourself on his chest as you thrust your hips against his hand. His hand slides under your balls, he squeezes, gently massages, slides a finger toward the crack of your ass. "I want to fuck you," he whispers, fingering your hole, "And my partner, Rick, wants to suck your cock." You suddenly feel a second man beside you. Heart racing, you nod your assent and the three of you undress and all go to the indoor/outdoor carpeting. You mount Rick, sixty-nine as Paul wipes a handful of jelly on your ass. The two of you are already grunting when the big Italian penetrates you from behind. The three of you fall into a steady rhythm, pumping each other like animals. The sound of sucking, moaning, and ass-slamming fills the room. Paul's enormous meat feels as though it will split you in half, but it feels soooo good...especially with Rick clamped around your cock and making a greedy meal of you. He rams cock into you until you hear him gasping behind you. Then suddenly, his jism is gushing into you..filling your fuckhole and oozing out around his deflating tool. You shoot your wad in response, deep-throating Rick just as he, too, cums. A few moments later, the three of you emerge from the poolhouse, completely blowing off the swim trunks, and fall lazily into the pool.


Originally posted on http://gaythrills.blogspot.com/2006/11/brooks.html

Re-Creation of the Gods Part 2

Kurt opened his eyes to a new day with a smile on his face, which he hadn’t done for a long time. He lay there on his bed quietly feeling himself and amazed at the calm within his body. He touched his privates lightly and marveled at how hard and strong it was just at the thought of the events he had participated in the day prior. His bare body was warm under the covers. His bottom was very relaxed and had no repercussions from yesterday’s activities. He just lay there remembering it all and feeling very loved. The excitement grew clearly with the prospect of anything coming from what seemed overwhelming and intriguing, but he dared not let his mind or heart jump to any conclusions quickly. He just laid there, naked, warm and peaceful.
While in his private domain, a faint knock at the front door muffled in. Thinking it was just a memory of yesterday, he continued to relax into himself, feeling his heartbeat and dreaming of life. Again a knock sounded, this time not so faint. He quickly jumped to his feet. He scurried around the bed to a hook on the door holding a satin full-length robe. Securing it on him, he walked to the door quickly to see who was there. His hope was that the new friend he had met the day earlier would be on the other side of the door, but he knew he didn’t look very enticing at that particular moment. A good nights sleep has a tendency to make one look sloppy and puffy in the morning he thought, so his feelings were torn as to whom he really wanted to see. With a deep breath and a quick silent sigh, he opened the door.
“Good morning sleepy head.” His new companion James said.
“Shit.” Kurt replied.
“OK, sorry. Not a good morning then.”
“No, no.” Kurt said quickly. “Come in. It’s just that I look horrible and you look … well … beautiful as always. Not Fair.”
James just smiled with that boyish grin of his and entered the home.
“Another cold one out there.”
“Is it?”
“I think it might snow. At least that’s what I heard on the radio.”
“I love the snow, as long as I don’t have to go out in it.” Kurt said as he began to accept the fact that his new friend has now seen him at his very worst.
“You want to hear something funny?” James smiled lightheartedly.
“Sure.”
“I left my tools here last night, in your basement. Wonder what Freud would say about that?”
“He would say your mind was on other things.” Kurt said, thinking he was being clever.
“I guess.”
“Listen, I hate to be rude, but I need to jump in the shower and make myself look like something. You know where everything is downstairs. Go ahead and do your thing and I will be out in a few and then I’ll make coffee for us if you would like.”
Kurt seemed apprehensive and James was reading all the signs. It appeared as if he was either uncomfortable with the way he looked at that exact moment or just unsure of yesterday’s erotic prowls. There was no way James was going to let his new desires feel that way.
“By the way.” He said sweetly, “You look great in the morning.”
He hoped that line would put Kurt at ease to his appearance and reassure him that he was still interested in him.
“Yeah, and you need glasses. I’ll only be a few. Now go do what you do best.”
With that, Kurt headed back to his lair to fetch his towel and clothes. All the way back to his room, he shook his head in disbelief that the idol he had bedded yesterday saw him like this. How embarrassing this was to him. He figured he blew it. Looking the way he did and probably smelling, he figured that the beautiful man in his cellar was laughing or something.
“Sure.” He said under his breath softly, “He comes here early in the morning looking all nice and gorgeous, and wearing cologne no less; and you, you look like you just went five rounds with a blender and lost. Great!”
He turned to the door to head to the bathroom when his alarm clock caught his eye. The early morning he thought was now, had past six hours ago. It was 2:15pm. Some how, while he was relaxing in his bed thinking all kinds of pleasantries, he had fallen asleep and melted into his own dreams.
“Shit!” He said moving even quicker than before.
He peeked around the corner of his door to assure the coast clear and rushed to the bathroom down the hall for a quick, thorough shower … just in case. He turned the water on first because he knew it took a while for the hot water to come up, and then grabbed a razor from his medicine chest along with shaving cream. Looking quickly in the mirror, he made a face in disgust and took his robe off. He hung the robe on the door hook and tested the water. After making a couple of quick adjustments to the temperature, he stepped in and saturated his entire form. He wasn’t thinking of anything but getting clean and hurrying the process as much as possible without missing any vital body parts. The steamy water beat down on his muscles and he stood there for a moment to allow the warmth to wake him up.
Suddenly, the shower curtain opened and there stood James, butt naked, beautiful and smiling.
“What are you doing?” Kurt said startled almost out of his skin.
“You said to do what I do best. Thinking of you, touching you and wanting you is what I do best.” James answered putting on his best ‘pathetic puppy dog’ look.
“You are incorrigible. Get in here gorgous.” Was all Kurt could think quickly to say.
“I thought you would never ask.”
They both raised their eyebrows and grinned seductively. Kurt moved his way to the other side of the shower so that his personal electrician could cocoon himself into the pouring waterfall. He watched as the water showered his entire body. Each muscle on James’ body was flexing as he tilted his head back and ran his fingers through his hair. Kurt noticed the bicep’s and triceps of his lover. He awed and wondered what it would feel like wet and tense. His eyes roamed the perfect stature before him. He took in all the curves and tones of this god-like man he had dreamt of all night long. He noticed attributes about him that he hadn’t seen in the dark the day before. It was all very good, and he just wanted to feel him.
James tilted his head forward and opened his eyes.
“I missed you last night.”
“I missed you too.”
“I couldn’t get out of my mind what we shared and how beautiful it was and how incredible you are.” James said with conviction and worth.
“Really?” Kurt amazed.
“Yes honey, really. Is it OK if I call you honey?”
“Honestly, I would like that.” He answered in a melting tone.
“Now, can I ask you a very, very important question?” James said seriously.
Kurt started thinking a mile a minute. He got nervous and began to think all the worst questions possible. He readied himself for whatever could be coming and said calmly,
“Sure, go for it.”
James leaned his perfectly shaped, wet bottom against the shower wall, crossed his ankles and placed his hands behind his ass cheeks. He tilted his head to one side, raised one eyebrow and said gently and with a pleading tone;
“Would you kiss me? That is all I have waited for. Please?”
Kurt just smiled lightly and leaned forward and docked his lips on the adorable and irresistible creature standing wet and naked before him. This kiss was going to be the root of it all. A kiss that had more feeling and drive than either of them had felt before from each other or anyone for that matter. It was flawless. They stood under the cascading water and teased each other playfully. Kurt used the tip of his tongue to slide around James’ lips while he gently tapped his stiff dripping cock into his pelvic. James tried over and over to grab Kurt’s tongue with his teeth gently but to no avail. After a few moments of teasing and growing, Kurt dropped his tongue deep into James’ mouth and pushed it down into his throat. James grabbed Kurt’s soaking ass and pulled him fast and hard. Their cocks crashed together like symbols in an orchestra, and he left no room for water to flow between them. The kiss became extreme and both swished their tongues inside each other as Kurt held the firm face of his passion.
James stood leaning against the shower wall as his lover melted into him. They became the ideal portrait of lust and desire in a picture drawn from fantasy. James slipped his forefinger into the crack of his partners ass as he kissed deeper and more quickly. He slid it up and down the slide letting the water lubricate the motion effortlessly. Each movement was elegant and enviable. He took one of his muscularly curved legs and wrapped it around the body pressed against him and raised his leg to surround the form with style and comfort.
Kurt pressed his body closer and could feel the warm juices dripping from the love shaft of his partner. The juice was lubricating their pubic crotch. It eased the swaying of their bodies as they kissed. Neither of them opened their eyes in fear of losing the moment.
James slowly and respectfully slipped his finger into the hole that was waiting for him. As he protruded his way in, he reached for the bar of soap with his other hand, not missing a sway of the body or a touch of the tongue and lips. He slid the soap onto the cheek of Kurt’s firm and round ass and began to rub it in perfect motion with the bodies beat. The cold soap bar felt amazing to Kurt and he knew its purpose fully. James slowly descended the finger from inside his lover and replaced it quickly and without interruption with another finger covered with suds. His finger slid in faster and easier then the other and Kurt just pressed his body into him with submission. James slowly raised his chest as to back away his mate from him and he pulled his lips to himself politely.
“How did I find you? I feel honored.” James said
“I’m not complaining baby. I’m just as pleased.”
“Well, I want to please you. I want to make your heart and body sing.”
“Hmmm.” is the only response he got.
Kurt wasn’t complaining and James knew what he wanted to do.
He took the handsome form drenched before him and turned him gently to the wall.


Originally posted on http://cocksonly.blogspot.com/2006/11/re-creation-of-gods-part-2.html

Re-Creations of the Gods Part 1

As the blackness of it all dissipated, he could see clearly the white-capped blades of grass and the misty wetness of the day powering it's way in. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary from any of his other days. The nine full-length windows in the front of his home were covered with frost and crackled with ice. The air outside was bitter, wet and left no doubt that the sunny warm days had made way for a new season. The house was empty except for him. The music was playing; the fire on the stove lit and the silence of the feeling was surrounding him closely. The only thing he had was himself, or so he thought.
It's funny how the simplest things can turn into something one could want to bargain for. He sat at his computer surfing the Internet when a car pulled up the drive. The symbol on the car was unrecognizable to him. He peeked out the window and gazed upon the car in wonder as to who would be stopping in on this particular day. There the car sat for what seemed to be hours in his driveway. Suddenly the driver's side door opened and a young man made himself into the weather. This was no ordinary young man. He was strapping in appearance and delightful to the eye. An immediate fantasy overcame the warmed body of Kurt as he peered through the window at the figure heading up the stairs to his home. He waited quietly while the young god approached the door. After two knocks, Kurt calmly walked to the door with a strong determined look upon his face and opened it just enough to see out.
"May I help you"? He asked.
Before him stood a vision he could have only dreamt of. A man six foot tall, weighing about 195 pounds. His hair was a golden brown color and the eyes were a piercing hazel. The figure before him had not a blemish on his tanned skin. This was a perfect golden tan one could only recreate in a false tanning environment, but he wore it so well. His dirty ripped jacket took nothing away from his features. He stood in the doorway in his faded tight jeans that were tucked into a worn pair of work boots that gave him a rugged, manly strong look. His strong brow gave way to a sensitive gentler look. One of his hands was holding a metal folder, as if to be a service man, while the other was tucked in his pocket. He stood in a free form stance with one leg slightly bent out towards the door while the other stood straight and defined every muscle through his pants. Kurt took notice within seconds on all the key points of his features that made him an outstanding piece of free form artwork. He could only imagine what this man would look like when his coat was off.
"Hi, my name is James, I'm from the electric company. I was sent out to check your meter and some of your fuse boxes for possible leakage." Said the perfect specimen.
"Oh yes, come in. I didn't know you were coming, but come on in and feel free to check me : I mean IT out." Kurt said welcomingly. His eyes dared not wonder upon his guest in lust.
James, the electrician entered smiling and commented on the "glorious" weather outside the warm home he was making his way into.
"It's ugly out there," he said. "It's one of those days you want to curl up in a book under a cover somewhere and just feel mushy."
"Among other things, yes!" Kurt mumbled with a smile.
"So where do you keep your fuse boxes?"
"Right this way."
Kurt did everything possible not to show his excitement for this young stud. He walked him down to the basement and showed him the box.
"Right here." he said.
James opened the panel and took out his tools. Kurt offered him a cup of coffee and he said he would be up in a moment to retrieve it. With that, Kurt headed upstairs leaving him down in the cellar alone.
Kurt's mind was wondering to so many exotic places and he was taking this stranger to all of them within moments of his thoughts. About 4 minutes after he had left the basement, James came up.
"I could go for that coffee now please. It's a little cold down there."
Without loosing a second in time, he poured the coffee he had prepared just for his lustful guest.
"How do you take it?"
With a big grin on his face, James replied cunningly "Any way I can."
They both exchanged a nervous smile that meant a little bit more than either of them dared to admit. Suddenly they stopped smiling and the conversation quickly turned curious thanks to Kurt's determined personality.
"So, you married?"
"Nope, almost was, but it didn't work out."
"Oh sorry, why not?"" He asked, determined more than ever to get as much dirt as he could.
"Wasn't the right guy."
There was a very noticed silence from both of them. Kurt went into a mild moment of frozen lips. His body tingled quickly and he felt this complete calm yet shaky nerve waking up inside of him.
"OH" seemed to be the only response he could give.
"Did I offend you?" James asked seeming a little worried.
"Not even a little bit," he said with his strong assured voice.
Kurt invited the electrician to sit for a spell and chat. James accepted and told his host that it was his last call for the day and whenever he was finished, he could head home. He also enlightened him to the fact that he was going home to an empty house as well and that he was in no rush at all. This statement made Kurt very curious but he was more than OK with it.
"This is a nice house." James said, looking around.
"Thank you, would you like a quick tour?"
James nodded in appreciation of the kind offer and they walked the floors from corner to corner. When they returned to the kitchen, Kurt asked
"So what room did you like the best?"
"The bedroom was nice, but it looks a little lonely and unused."
That was an un-nerving statement to Kurt so he had to asked why he felt that way.
"The room looks like it doesn't have life, attitude or personality in it. I felt a sense of coldness and lack of invitation in it."
Kurt felt like his entire sex life had been exposed for the lack of activity in his private domain.
"No offence man, just an observation."
"None taken, but you are right."
A sudden quiet came over them both. Who would speak next? Who would break that feeling that had come up after the last revelation of Kurt's negative sex life and boring bedroom antic?
"So earlier at the door you said 'amongst other things' when we were talking about what kind of a day it was outside. What were you talking about?" James inquired, with a boyish playful charm in his voice.
Feeling a bit nervous and excited about the prospect of advancing this conversation to a new level, Kurt answered :
"Well, this is the kind of day I love to climb into bed, under the covers that is, and just well:" swallowing his fear and going for the gusto : "making love : or something like that." He quickly added and then immediately turned himself away and pretended to wipe the kitchen counter with a sponge on an already clean counter top.
"I hear ya there. Definitely my kind of thinking." James said as he watched and studied his host's features.
Kurt was a delightful compliment to James' appearance. He stood an even six foot, two inches tall at 205 pounds of solid form. His eyes were green and his hair was brown, which made his appearance more unique and inviting to anyone with class and appreciation. Kurt took care of his person, and it showed to James' eye. He had a short sleeve shirt on rolled twice at the cuff. His triceps stood out firmly and his flat abdomen was pressed closely against his tucked in shirt. He wore black close fitted, snap down the side sweat pants that curved his bottom in a very sheer and seductive way. He had white socks on but no shoes. James took it all in and noticed as much as possible while his back was still towards him.
Kurt was sensing something going on between the two of them, and certainly something was waking up in between his legs. He put the sponge down and finally turned around.
"My problem is I'm all about passion." He continued. "Kinda makes me picky and alone but I'm not into those quick fix things : To me, well, I would rather feel the moment like it's going to last forever, and that feeling doesn't come over me often, so:"
"Passion is something most men don't understand," James immediately rebutted. "If I could find a man who knew how to kiss, and I mean KISS, I would make him feel like a god."

Read the second part here:



Originally posted on http://cocksonly.blogspot.com/2006/11/re-creations-of-gods.html

Shower Boys

Jimmy stood over in the corner of the shower room all alone while shyly soaping up his overly thin one hundred twenty five pound body!!! Off all the members of the fraternity, Jimmy was the one that was most left out of things, and not just because of his diminutive size, but also from a total lack of self esteem!!! Ever since he was a young boy Jimmy felt like he was a fifth wheel, kinda out of step with the rest of the crowd, and for that reason he threw himself into his studies a which he he excelled!!! When he went away to college, almost as a lark, he went through rush week at several of the major fraternities, and much to his utter surprise he was offered a pledge at the most prestigious frat on campus!!! For the life of him he wondered why they had invited him to join, but later on he discovered that each fraternity is rated by its cumulative grade point average, and every year the pledge board selects several freshman solely on their ability to pull grades!!! The funny thing was he wasn't even hurt by the slight, because the other boys treated him well enough, and everywhere he went people knew that he was a member in good standing, so he silently went about his business without really mingling with the other boys, but as he was soon to find out, things were about to change!!!

"Hey, Jimmy," a loud baritone voice yelled out from across the shower room, "how's it going!?!" After sticking his head under the water to rinse the soap off his face, Jimmy looked up to see Jake Mitchell stepping under a shower head as she lathered up his incredibly muscular body, and after clearing his throat, he answered back, "Uh, good, Jake, how are you!?!" "Real good, kid," Jake shot back, "didn't see ya at the party last night, where were ya!?!" "I was at the chemistry lab finishing up an experiment," Jimmy replied!!! "Your jacking me, right," Jake yelled, "it was fucking Friday night, boy, are you nuts or something!?!" "I-I know it was," Jimmy stammered, "but I didn't think you guys wanted me showing up at your parties!!!" Jake stopped up short lathering his body at that remark and strode over to where Jimmy and asked harshly, "Who ever told you that, kid!!!" "Well uh, no one really," Jimmy stammered, "but I just thought, you know, that you guys didn't want me around, that's all!!!"

"That's bullshit, Jimmy," he replied softly, "you gotta start standing up for yourself, son, show some fucking gumption, okay!?!" Jimmy nodded his head at Jake Mitchell, and went back to rinsing off his body, but as Jake did the same, Jimmy couldn't help but notice Jake's monsterous cock that hung down between his thick thighs!!! "Hey, kid," he asked good naturedly, "whatchya lookin' at anyway!?!" "Uh nothing," a beet red Jimmy replied!?! "Oh come on now, kid," Jake said with a laugh, "you were scopin' out Jake's meat weren't ya!?!" "Oh no," Jimmy protested, "really I wasn't!!!" "That's okay, kid," Jake replied while grabbing his pecker in his big hand and slowly fisting it erect, "you ever seen a dick like this!?!" Jimmy didn't know what to do, but with his head bowed he offered softly, "Only in magazines, never in person!!!" "You like big dicks," Jake asked!?! To ashamed to lift his head, Jimmy only nodded and replied, "Yes, I do!!!"

Jimmy couldn't believe what was happening, but here was Jake Mitchell, probably the most popular man in the frat talking to him about big dicks, and more incredibly, the big stud had jerked himself a huge hardon right in front of him!!! "Do you know why my dick's unique," Jake asked!?! "Because you still have your foreskin," Jimmy quickly replied!!! "Very good, young man," Jake replied happily, "there aren't very many of us around, but this little extra skin keeps my head nice and soft and ready for action so to speak, say, why don't you jerk yours and get it hard, I've got something else to show you!!!" "Well uh, okay," Jiommy replied, "but I'm afraid that I'm nowhere near as big as you are!!!" "Neither is anybody else around here," Jake shot back quickly, "so hurry up and get it up!!!"

Jimmy wrapped his little fist around his pecker, and while staring at Jake's weapon, he quickly brought himself to full erection!!! "Good job, Jim," Jake offered, "now, I hope you don't mind, but I wanna suck your dick first, is that okay with you!?!" Jimmy's head was spinning like a top, and for a few moments he was stunned into silence, but managed to stammer, "Uh sure, Jake, anything you want, go right ahead!!!" And for the next five minutes Jimmy stood quietly while Jake Mitchell fellated his little erection to a stunning orgasm that flooded the upper classman's mouth with a huge load of hot cum!!! "Wow," Jake sighed while standing up after swallowing every drop, "do you always have such huge loads, that was incredible!?!" Now feeling absolutely better than at any moment in his entire life, Jimmy replied happily, "almost always, but that was a big one, I won't lie to ya!!!" "I could have really used you last night," Jake offered, "I was really in the mood to suck a hot load!!!" "Well next time I'll make sure to show up," Jimmy replied!!! "Good boy," Jake replied, "now let me show you something a little bit different!!!"

Jake positioned himself directly in front of Jimmy, and after giving both erections a little fisting to make sure that they were good and hard, he carefully slid back his foreskin and then using his other hand, he grabbd both of their dicks and held them "nose to nose" so to speak, or to put it another way, so that their two pee holes were pressed tightly together!!! "Hey look,"Jake joked, "we've got ourselves a two span pecker bridge, and if we get any harder it will become a draw bridge!!!" Jake laughed uproariously at his own joke, but after he calmed down a little, he took his foreskin an pulled it back over the head of his own cock, and then incredibly, he had plenty of flesh left over to pull over Jimmy's head too, completely incapsulating both heads in his fleshy sheath!!! Jimmy stared down at his pecker, and for the first time since he was about two days old, he had a foreskin covering the head of his dick, and boy did it ever feel good!!!

"How does that feel," Jake asked in a decidedly husky voice!?! "I-I never knew how good a foreskin could feel," Jimmy answered almost in awe, "does it always feel this good!?!" "Just about," Jake replied, "but it's always nicer with an extra head inside!!!" Jimmy was actually shivering from all of the excitement, but the best was about to come as Jake grabbed their two heads and began slowly jerking them inside of his foreskin while asking, "Now, how does that feel!?!" "Ohhhhhhhhhh gosh is that nice," Jimmy sighed, but his next surprise came when Jake leaned down and began licking and sucking on his two hairless nipples!!! "S-sweet jesus in heaven," Jimmy gasped, "I-I'm gonna fill your skin with my cum, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!" Jake's hand was now a blur over the twin covered heads, and just as Jimmy's body stiffened, Jake's monster dick convulsed viciously, spurting load after load of cum into the tight little chamber, creating an almost vagina like feeling for the two young gay masturbators as their cock heads slid together in a satisfying feeling of pure sexual excitement!!!


Both boys stared down at their cock "bridge", and as each of them gently pulled apart, their peckers popped free as a gusher of co-mingled cum dripped out of the end of Jake's foreskin cum collector!!! Both boys then slipped back under the soothing hot water and finished up with their showers, with Jake reminding Jimmy by saying, "Now remember Jimmy, next party, you're mine, okay!?!" Jimmy smiled back with a broad grin and replied while reaching out to caress Jake's big pecker, "All yours, and his!!!"

 

Originally published on http://cocksonly.blogspot.com/2006/11/shower-boys.html

The Athletic Club

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The Senator

Sen. Ingersoll Coolidge stood in the well and in a booming voice that commanded respect even if remarks didn't, as continued to rail against the "mortal sin" as he put it of homosexuality! Several times he was interrupted by catcalls and boos from the visitors gallery, but unbeknownst to them, that is exactly what the senior senator from Alabama hoped for! There was nothing like seeing a bunch of fairies making asses of themselves on the six o'clock news, and since the people of who elected him back in 'Bama felt exactly the same way he did, and that was that these queers were a bunch of sinners who would burn in hell if they didn't change their ways! A gritty little five minute speech on the senate floor that slammed the homos was great television back home, and he had the e-mails and letters to prove it! Ingersoll Coolidge was a four term incumbent that knew how to play his audience like a Stradivarius, and if it meant dragged the fags through the muck, well so be it!!! Two hours later he was back in his office taking calls from constituents and answering the avalanche of cards a letters that arrived at his office everyday. It was getting on towards five in the afternoon when his private phone rang. Ingersoll picked up the phone, identified himself, and then merely listened while he received instructions from what sounded like a young man. An hour later Ingersoll Coolidge was taking the elevator to room 1113 in a downtown Washington hotel. He knocked on the door three times and was admitted by a twenty something white male who ushered the senator inside and door closed behind him.

Once inside the suite, the senator took over. "It's good to see you again Bobby," Ingersoll gushed, "let me see you, it's been too long!!!" Whenever the senator said "let me see you", it meant that he wanted Bobby to strip and show him his young athletic body! "Sure thing senator," Bobby replied softly, and then slowly began to methodically remove every stitch of his clothing. Senator Coolidge sat down in a big easy chair and enjoyed the show, especially when the young man got down to his bikini briefs that showed the outline of a huge cock in a semi hard state! "I saw you on TV today, sir," Bobby offered, as he slowly tugged on his tight fitting shorts, "from what you were saying you must think I'm a terrible sinner!!!" The senator chuckled and replied, "Simply a speech for the people back home my boy, you are anything but a sinner," and he involuntarily groaned out loud as Bobby's eleven inches popped free into the air!!! "My god," Ingersoll moaned, "I can never believe how big and hard it is, tell me again, how big is it!?!" Bobby looked down at his massive thickness and replied, "Why senator, you know very well how big it is, eleven inches, and eight inches around, just the right size for your asshole!!!" "My mouth first, though," Ingersoll begged, "I want to suck it first!!!" Bobby laughed and stepped closer to the chair, where upon the middle aged gray haired man took his pecker head into his mouth and sucked on it like it was a baby bottle!!! Ingersoll Coolidge was so wrapped up in giving the huge cock a blowjob, that he didn't even notice that the door to the credenza was slightly ajar and that a video camera was recording every suck and slurp he had to offer!!!

Bobby was usually pretty much blase' about his tricks, but he had to admit that the senator was a helluva cocksucker, and in a matter of a few minutes he had Bobby gushing a huge load down the his throat! As soon as the last spurts of cum had jettisoned the big pecker, Ingersoll jumped to his feet and fairly tore off his clothing, and after picing up a jar of k-y jelly, he generously lubed his asshole, because in a matter of seconds his hole would be stretched even farther than he thought possible! Leaning over the arm of the chair with his ass in the air and his legs wide apart, the senator begged, "Okay, Bobby, fuck my ass with your big pecker, make me fucking scream!!!" Bobby stepped between the older man's legs and lined up the head of his manhood with the tight little sphincter in front of him. He knew from past experience that Ingersoll Coolidge liked it a little on the rough side, so with one mighty plunge, he rammed his meat balls deep into the straining ass of his "victim"!!! Ingersoll buried his mouth into his arm and let out a loud and long scream that would have wakened the dead if not for his muffling of it, while Bobby slammed in and out of the tight little asshole, actually trying to tear the older man a "new one"! Bobby took his money, but he hated the old bastard for using gay men as his personal whipping boys, but then in private being the biggest fucking queen you could ever find!!! Ingersoll's own six inches was now hard as a piece of Pittsburgh steel, and he reached down and jerked his cock in time with Bobby's pounding! When he felt Bobby's pecker stiffen one last time, unleashing a torrent of cum, his own cock spurted shot after shot of jism all over the arm of the easy chair!!! Both men then collapsed in a heap on the floor and tried to regain their lost senses!!!

The next day, while sitting at his desk and answering more correspondence, the private number rang again. Ingersoll Coolidge was surprised, because he wasn't expecting a call, and very few people had this number, but he picked up the receiver and immediately recognized the voice on the other end of the line as that of Bobby. "Hey senator, I just thought you'd like to know, turn on your television to the Tommy Dawkins Show, I think you'll find it interesting," exclaimed Bobby enthusiastically! "Why would I be interested in anything on that scummy show," asked the senator!?! "I think you'd better look, you know, before the press arrives at your door," shot back Bobby! For the first time a pang of fear ran through him, and he strode quickly across the room and turned on the set. As the picture came into focus he asked Bobby, "What channel?" "Thirty eight," came back the reply, "better hurry, they're just getting to the good part!!!" Ingersoll flipped through the channels and stopped at thirty eight, and nearly passed out from nausea when he saw what was on the screen! There in living color was Ingersoll Coolidge, the great hater of homosexuals, on his knees with his legs spread, begging to be fucked by a gigantic penis!!! The phone still at his ear, he heard a loud laugh and then the words being spat at him, "Smile, you old queen, you're on "Gay Fucking Camera"!!! Let's see how that plays back home in 'Bama!!!

 Originally published on http://cocksonly.blogspot.com/2006/11/senator.html

Bottom

Ever since the day I could remember discovering sexuality, I liked dick! Big dick, thick dick, fat dick, small dick, it didn’t matter, I liked them all! I was a born bottom and I’ve probably had over 2000 different dicks fuck my ass, but even that wasn’t enough. I needed more dick. So I set out on one of my usual prowls, I hit the End Up club where anonymous sex was always guaranteed. Upon arriving, I ordered a drink then slipped off into one of the back rooms. I stripped, neatly folding my clothes and placing them on a small corner shelf whose real purpose I never really knew. I knew it wouldn’t be long before dick started lining up outside my door (not just outside my door mind you, but all doors) so I got prepared. I poured ј bottle of lube down my crack and spread it liberally about, sticking one finger up my ass to make sure my hole was ready for action. When satisfactorily lubed up, I lay down on my stomach, propped up on my elbows and sipped my drink until the first dick came along. Within minutes, the door opened, and I was in business! He was a somewhat muscular bear, not too pumped up but not all flab either. He was neatly groomed and furry all over and his dick was thick. He fucked between my ass cheeks until he got real hard, then he slipped his fat stump in my ass. He was short, but he was sweet as he pumped me with short thrusts. I lifted my ass into him to try and take him deeper, but it was to no avail, his dick was hopelessly short. He was a nice start to the evening, however, as he’d spread me wide with the diameter of his cock, and really there’s not a dick out there I won’t take. The middle-aged bear made nary a sound while he kept pumping me. I could hear him slapping against my ass with determination, then a few small spurts of cum shot up my canal and before I could turn around, he was gone. "Oh well," I thought as I took a sip off my drink and looked around for my enema kit. While I picked through my bag, I heard the door open again and at that moment I found it. "I’ll do that," said the strong voice that just entered, and the dark haired, blue eyed stud with the strong jaw lifted the apparatus from my hands. I got on my knees, and drew my head down to the tabletop so my ass was pointing up for him. He flushed my ass like a fireman flushes a gas tank in car during a fire hazard. The fluid burst into me, filling me up and spurting back out like a geyser. He seemed impressed with himself, he continued this while slowly moving the wand up and down in my rectum. When he was finally satisfied with his work, he slapped my ass and instructed me not to move. I heard the squirt of lube from a tube, then the sound of his hands rubbing together. He spread the warm goo over my ass and jumped up on the table. Quickly, he buried his dick in my upturned ass and started fucking me like a madman. The fluid still in my rectum splashed out during his first few slams, and that seemed to excite him. He dug his fingers into my ass as he slammed down into me as hard and as fast as he could. Clearly, this man had more holes to fuck and he couldn’t waste even another second on mine. He didn’t cum, but I heard him groan as he jumped down from the table. He quickly redressed, thanked me, and slipped out the door. I rolled over, lit a smoke and waiting for my next dick. It was black, and it was beautiful. A stunningly attractive black man walked in next, he flashed me a toothy smile that made me melt. It wasn’t often I invested in these dicks that fucked me, but this man was hard not to notice. He got undressed casually, stripping down entirely naked, unlike most dicks who just dropped their pants and went about their work. I couldn’t believe the physique on the guy, he was absolutely stunningly gorgeous. He knelt down to suck my cock, an extremely rare activity on a bottom. Normally I just wanted to get fucked and that was it, but I just let this man have what he wanted. He sucked me off for a while, and when I couldn’t take it any longer, I lifted my legs over my head and grabbed my ankles invitingly. The man took his cue, he stuck his massive cock fully up my ass and I hadn’t felt a dick like that in a while. Indeed, this was a treat. He took my ankles from me and spread my legs wide as he fucked me slowly at first. He was standing and my ass was at the edge of the table, he slid his shaft entirely out of my ass with every stroke, then penetrated deeply and fully with each inward stroke. After a while, he pinned my knees back to my chest, lifting my ass up slightly from the table. Now he really started to fuck me. Deeply buried, he jerked his dick hard inside me, hard ramming, short thrusts at first, then longer ones. When he really started to fuck me hard, he leaned over me, pinning my legs between our chests and he held onto the tabletop for leverage. His dick was so far up me it drove me insane. He ripped into me with a stamina like few before him were able, and he was relentless. After absolutely tearing into me for what seemed like an eternity, the man finally shot his load. Endless streams of hot cum spurted inside me, I couldn’t believe how long he came. It spilled out onto the table and he still wasn’t finished. With one last contorted look on his face he grunted home the last of his wad. Dick still inside me, he collapsed against me for a few minutes and exhaled deeply. His dick was still hard inside me and I couldn’t believe it! He lay there for a few more minutes, head turned to the side, dick still thick in my hole. Then he raised his head, looked me in the eyes with a smile and said, "Ready to go again?" I was too excited and stunned to say one word, so when he rolled me over on to my stomach, dragged me to my feet and bent me over the table for another good fucking, I just smiled to myself and thanked my good fortune. 

Originally published on http://cocksonly.blogspot.com/2006/11/bottom.html

Locker Room Cum Slut

Written by Seth Wing

seth223344@gmail.com

 It was a warm spring Wednesday afternoon and I had been playing football but needed to leave early for a music lesson. I started making my way back to the locker room looking over the fields at everyone playing their different sports.

  I pushed the door to the locker room open taking in the stale smell of male teenage bodies while looking around to see if anyone else was in the room. There were a few locker rooms to choose from but I had chosen the furthest away so I would be alone. Today it looked like I would be as there was only one other set of cloths hanging up, I walked over to them looking at the name tag in the jacket and saw it belonged to one of the sixteen year-old star rugby players Tom. He was short in comparison to me, only 5'7 but he had the most amazing body and blond hair. We shared a few classes and I would spend most of them staring at him pretending to look out the window. I suddenly noticed that he had left his sport bag open and at the top where his boxer briefs, this made me very horny just thinking of him in the nude and suddenly I reached down picking them up and started to smell them. They had the most amazing smell of his deodorant and sweat. I was starting to get very turned on and my penis started to rise. It was still early and the sports session would not end for an hour or more so I decided to sit down smelling his briefs thinking about him naked and rubbing my now erect penis. I continued this for a few minutes and could not be happier. Suddenly the door swung open and there was Tom in his short tight rugby kit. He stood there just looking at me for a second then said,

 `What the hell do you think you are doing?'

I just sat there not knowing what to do or think, a short time passed and he started to walk towards me. Not knowing what to expect I just dropped his briefs and moved my hands to my lap. As he reached me he moved his arm back and I expected a punch but instead he just put his hands on his hips and moved closer.

`It looks like you were enjoying my smell before I came in here, if you don't want anyone to find out about this you are just going to have to do what I say until I let you go.'

  This seemed like a dream to me, being caught all alone in the locker room all alone with the boy of my dreams who wanted to dominate me. I slowly nodded my head and almost instantly he took my head and forced it into his shorts over his crotch. It smelt even more amazing than his briefs, I could feel his manhood start to rise and all I wanted was to get at it.

`Faggot it isn't going to suck its self now is it?'

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