Thai had the body of a god; tight, lean, and rippling with muscles in all the right places. I loved waking up with his perfect body against mine, my rising cock wedged between his firm ass cheeks. I was always horny around him, ready to fuck even if we’d already done it three or four times the night before. He was always ready too. He never complained about being too tired or sore. He never...
Just last night I had the best sexual encounter of my life, and it was with a MAN! I'd never been with another man before, but I'd always thought about it. Until last night... I was at my pal Sam's house drinking a few beers and smoking a joint. We were watching David Letterman on TV when I accidentally sat on the remote control, pressing "play". To my amusement, a porno...
Tommy went to the door, naked, cracked it open a bit, and seeing that it was Raul, let him in. Raul had his soccer ball in his hands. "Quihubole (whassup)?" he said. "Quihubole," we answered. "We have to hurry," Raul said. “We're playing the guys from across the river today." Then, speaking to Tommy, "Did you get sucked yet?" "Yeah," Tommy answered, "once." Raul started stripping...
It was chilly in the early morning and Tommy and I were cuddled in the spoon position, his naked back against my naked front, my hand on his smooth, flat stomach. I love cuddling, probably more than sex, especially with a cute boy like Tommy. I felt a dull throbbing in my butt and remembered the fucking that I had gotten the night before. I felt behind me -- my rectum was swollen and puckered out...
Jaime was a little guy, barely five feet tall. I offered him my hand, but instead of grabbing it firmly, he only touched his palm to mine, gently, Indian style. Indians, most of them, are not overtly macho like ordinary Mexicans. They consider machismo behavior to be rude. Jaime was a polite, respectful little guy. We started walking, Tommy, Jaime and I, toward the hotel. The other muchachos...
He wanted his money first. I probably could have backed out at that point by not paying him. But with the intoxicating smell of his penis in my face, and the taste of his Mexican juices in my mouth, there was no way that I wasn't going to go through with this. I paid him. I pulled the loose skin of his brown dick back to completely expose the glans, then rolled a Magnum rubber...
Tommy brought his things up to my room that night. I was thrilled that I would have this cute, young man as my roommate. "Here, Tommy, this is your bed. I will pay the main part of the rent -- you just pay the extra that they will charge for your staying here." "Yeah, that's cool. My parents left me a little money for my birthday but I have to be careful with it." "Your...
It was a beautiful-as-usual Mexican morning and I was sitting on a bench in the town square, enjoying the fresh air, beautiful flowers and cute Mexican boys. Tommy came walking up. "Buenos dias, Rusty." "Buenos dias, Tommy. I thought you were going to show up at the hotel last night." Tommy sat down beside me. "I couldn't go. Had to spend some time with my parents. They are...
(All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older) I awoke from my nap with a hard-on. I still had the taste of Raul's and Tommy's cum in my mouth and was tempted to jack-off but decided against it. I should conserve my juices for later, after all I am not a teenager any more. I took a stroll towards the park. Cute, young Mexican lads were everywhere. It...
The following story took place in a town in southern Mexico. Raul and I were eating in a restaurant when a cute young tourist came in. As all of the tables were occupied, he looked around, and seeing me motion to him, came to sit at our table. He was the same age as Raul, 18 years old, and I was attracted to him immediately, although my usual preference is for dark-skinned...
I have always been in need of servicing top men. I am masculine and need to feel the top man is more masculine and tougher than me…then I will swallow his cum and get his load in my ass. It is easier for me to find black men that love ass, and they don't look or sound gay. Their bodies are natural not gym bodies--the guys I love to fuck me. They usually get off on a masculine white man that is...
I was on vacation in South Beach, Miami with a friend of mine. I had just separated from my wife and was blowing off some steam. My friend, Mike, and I were living it up, drinking, partying, and hooking up with women. One night we were at one of the beachfront clubs. I had been drinking all night and felt a little woozy. Mike and I got separated, he hooked up with some girl, and I felt like I...
I can clearly remember the day that I first met Seth. It is as permanently etched in my psyche as the ability to speak or tie my shoes. It’s not often that you see someone across a busy office and realize that he is the man with whom you want to spend the rest of your life. Special moments like that stay with you forever, whether you want them to or not. Okay, maybe I’m being overdramatic. I...
“Larry!! Why are you bringing in another damn intern?” Larry Marshall, the firm’s senior photography editor, leaned back in his ergonomic, mesh desk chair and sighed. “You know we’re short-staffed, Batista. Or haven’t you noticed how many assignments you’ve had to take the last few months?” “Yeah, okay, so maybe it’s been a bit hectic, but I love it. I need to stay in business and I don’t...
Guinness, Part 4 Well, back to reality. So much for basking in the post-ejaculatory splendor! I guess you could say the memorable moment sort of “came and went”. Alexssandor grabbed the pole (my pole—fishing pole that is) locked the spinning line, and then began reeling in whatever was on the other end of the line. I just stood and watched him in action. Good form! I was lost in...
Guinness, Part 3 I barely got my bare ass out of the shower, and was toweling off when Alexssandor just bounded in the bedroom. He was “dressed” this time—boat shoes and an old pair of shorts…not your Bermuda type that go down to your knees…these babies were SHORT…well worn jeans that had probably been cut off more than once. These babies barely covered the jewels and his butt cheeks!...
Continued from "A Beach Boy, Part 1" The first persons who greeted me on my arrival at the Fajara seaside resort were Diallo, the British looking watchman. And Stephen, as expected. Diallo laughed. "Since last Monday, he be here at arrival of every airport shuttle." Stephen was very cool. "How do you do, Sir? How is your family? How is your wife, how are your children?" And so it went...
There is easy money to make with white tourists. But who wins, who loses? A Beach-Boy Part 1 As a country, The Gambia is a strange entity. The surface is 11.400 km², roughly the size of Jamaica, and it had just 490.000 inhabitants in that year, 1978. It is one of the world's rather unknown countries. Situated on both banks of River Gambia, it stretches from the...
John Paul Batista, Executive Director of Photography. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I thought so too when Adam offered me the position. After 40 years of service for the publishing company, our beloved Larry Marshall decided to call it quits and spend the rest of his life on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific where there were no magazines. It was at that point that Adam...
I had been a friend with Jimmy for as long as I could remember. He and his family had moved in next door to me when I was about 6 years old and we became best friends almost immediately. We went to the same school and happened to be in the same class, which made our friendship even stronger. We grew up together and nothing out of the ordinary happened much until we hit puberty. That was when I...
The only way to describe the sensation of hang-gliding is liberating. In my opinion, it is the closest that humans will ever get to unaided flying and I can’t think of another activity that is more exhilarating – well, maybe just one. As with most life-threatening hobbies I partake in, I got into hang gliding on a dare from none other than Mr. Daring himself, Jake. As with everything he did,...
Philipe dipped the strawberry into the melted chocolate sauce then offered it to my watering mouth. I bit into the large, juicy berry and savored the intoxicating flavors of sweet fruit and bitter chocolate. A drop of juice ran down the side of my mouth and onto my chin. I reached up to wipe it off. “Non, laissez-moi,” Philipe demanded. I moved my hand and let him lick the sweet nectar...
Guinness, Part 2 In the interest of time, we each cleaned up in separate bathrooms. The boat service man just might finish up early and arrive ahead of his estimated schedule. I was still sort of dazed by the whole thing, yet there it was in plain sight—staring at back at me in the mirror—my chest full of cum—mine and Alexssandor’s. I stepped into the shower and flipped on the water,...
Guinness The general manager of the store brought him around the computer department and made the necessary introductions. I’d been having some staffing issues, and when the summer crop of high school and college whiz kids dried up with the beginning of fall classes, I’d been in heap of hurt, schedule wise. Ross, the GM, was an ex-football player who’d gotten outta shape after he’d...
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