Will you two just get married already? Gosh.
Tag: gay sex
When they were fucking, they acted like they were lovers. They would kiss and be very concerned about the pleasure they were giving, not just trying to get off. The rest of the time they were just buddies, not really even best friends. They played sports, took classes, went to bars.
It built back up quickly, the sexual need that nobody else could fill. Neither had ever been with another man, and their activities had escalated from hand jobs to fucking in a jumbled, quick way. In a private place they didn’t care if it made them bi or gay. These liaisons were the most mind-blowing sex of their lives. It was the feelings that were emerging that were kind of scary.
They never discussed sliding into deeper emotion. Both felt it happening. This was a dangerous place to go, and it jeopardized a perfect understanding. They left the words unsaid, at least for now. The sex never lost heat, but it was becoming more and more tender, the way a one-night stand ends up living with you for years.
No touching…there, hold onto the bed like that. That’s a good boy. Let me work your mouth, cock, ass at the same time, that’s it…give your control to me. Give your body for me to use boy…I’ll make you feel amazing.
What? Don’t judge me. If cowboys want to spend their rodeo winnings on sex, cards, and booze, might as well be offering a pussy, a table, or bottles. Plus, have you ever gotten fucked by a man that rides bulls? It’s not something you forget easily.
“Hey,” he grinned, posing in my window like some sort of over-sized Peter Pan.
“How..how did you get up here?” I gasped, “In your underwear at that…”
“I was a monkey in my past life.”
My eyes roved over his trim body and heavy bulge in his pants. I’m a rather famous actor in the ‘States and came down here for vacation and to study for my new role. Met this young thing in a cafe and he showed me around… well, that ended up with us making out behind a temple. He had no idea who I was and I wanted to take him to bed so badly, but someone had tipped off the paparazzi and they were crawling around the hotel like roaches. I hadn’t been able to focus since I sent him away, still hard and whimpering.
“Where are your clothes?” I laughed.
“I didn’t want to tear them climbing up here, so they’re in a locker… the beach isn’t far, no one bats an eye here.”
I tossed my book on the nightstand and walked over to where he was standing in the window. I ran my palms over his thighs, then licked his soft shaft through the cotton. “Ay yai…” he groaned. That was it. He was mine. I slipped a hand under the garment and grabbed him by the cock, pulling him of the ledge so he stumbled with a yelp into my hotel apartment, “You won.” I said, “Now get into my bed, I’m going to teach you how Americans fuck.”
There’s a sweet spot when the bottom you’re fucking just opens up and embraces your cock, matching your rhythm so you only have to do half the work for twice the pleasure.
A popular sorority at Mayburn University had thrown an LGBT support & awareness party and it was the place to be that Friday night. With so many different sexualities mingling in one place, it was also the number one spot to get laid. Xavier went there with that intention. He had a huge crush on the vice president of the Gay Student Alliance, Jeremy, but was too shy to ask him out of fear of rejection and a short list of experience. Xavier had a beer to loosen up, and even found a little courage to flirt with him. Inspired by his own boldness, he flirted harder, and harder, until he was grinding against Jeremy’s thigh as dance music blared.
By the time midnight rolled around, Xavier was beginning to grow exasperated that his crush hadn’t made a move on him yet. Not even an ass grab! He bitched to his friend Lindsay about what he was doing wrong. Lindsay, in all her intoxicated wisdom, yelled over the music, “Just ask him to fuck, Jesus!” and them stumbled off to find that cheerleader she’d been eyeing earlier. Xavier watched her go, stunned. Well that was… that might just work.
He found Jeremy downing a glass of cup of water in the kitchen, all flushed from dancing in the hot living room. Xavier marched right up to him, kissed him hard, then stated, “I want you fuck me.” It sounded fierce, but his hands were trembling. Jeremy’s eyes went wide. He’d been flattered by Xavier’s attention that evening, but had been unsure if the man was humping him because of alcohol or because of actual interest. That solved that question. “Really?”
“Yes. I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since like last semester.”
“….You got a condom?”
“Jeremy, this is a sorority house. There’s condoms fucking everywhere.”
They slipped upstairs, shedding clothes as they went. They made it into an empty bedroom and fell to the floor, grinding away at each-other. Jeremy found condoms and baby oil in the bathroom. He dove back to the floor, eager to get his hands on Xavier’s erect thick cock and body toned from tennis. God, he had the cutest testicles he’d ever seen..
They had sex right there on the carpet, door half open, in plain view of any giggly party-goers who were trying to find the coat room. Jeremy didn’t care though. Being in buried in Xavier’s vice-like ass was heaven.
At around 4 am, Lindsay went to find her long-lost cohort. She found him and Jeremy spooning, naked on the bedroom floor, completely zonked out. She took a picture and left them there to sleep.
Some songbird up in that tree is turnin to the other and sayin, “Dude, LOOK! Down there! Humans are mating! Quick, call the rest of the flock, they’re gonna wanna watch this.”
I imagine 10 minutes later the bottom looks up and realizes that like 50 small birds are intently watching them fuck.
My stepbrother Grant was not my favorite person. Our parents hadn’t married until we were both seniors in High School, and we tended to be competitive. When we went to the University, we were forced to stay in the same apartment. Our blended parents reasoned that there was no point in paying for 2 separate places.
He started in almost immediately, naked in front of me at every opportunity. I didn’t know if he was really sure I was Gay, but he seemed to be daring me to do something. It was a game of chicken, with my giving in to my lust on one side and his teasing me on the other. He would get up and shower and put on his shirt, then brush his teeth, or sit on the couch in an open robe, things like that.
We were actually having a good time one night, drinking and smoking a little weed. It was summer, and so hot we were just sitting in the kitchen in athletic shorts, doing shots. I looked him dead in the eye. “Dude, what is it with you waving your ass in my face all the time? You think I’m going to just go for it because you show it off?”
HIs voice was heavy with whisky: “No, man. I was just trying to get you to fuck. I thought about making a pass, but I was afraid you’d reject me.” I listened incredulously, and very slowly our hands were on each others legs, thighs, crotches. I touched his muscled chest and ran my fingers over his nipples and into his armpits. I kissed his mouth until he kissed back. His hands were on my back, running down the back of my shorts. His fingers teased my moist, tight hole.
His skill at touching another man overwhelmed me. After that, Grant and I were very close, bonded for life. You can see a man, even naked, a million times and never really understand what’s in front of you.
This is smokin’ hot. Also, I love how the jock in this photo is standing on the balls of his feet to show off that ass better.