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Sex Story - My Masturbation |
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Story found on public Newsfeeds ~ Author unknown ~
It's a balmy 70 degrees outside today in the month of February on Florida's East
Coast. I'm sitting outside overlooking the Atlantic Ocean watching the sea gulls
fly off in the distance and hearing the roar of the ocean waves crashing on
shore. There isn't a person in sight for miles as I sit in my lawn chair with no
shirt on soaking up the mid-day sun. A nice gentle breeze filters through my
hair and the smell of fresh sea air is apparent. As I sit there in a state of
complete mental relaxation a totally powerful, incredibly provocative, and
alarmingly erotic mental image takes up residence in my mind and consumes my
thoughts. I feel strong stirrings beginning to take place in my groin. I look
down towards the porch and realize my cock is hanging out of my boxers dangling
back and forth with the breeze. Before long I notice my nipples are as hard as
pencil erasers. I look down and see tiny droplets of precum drizzling from the
tip of my penis and landing on the porch. I start to touch my ball sack. It's so
warm, so soft, and so hairy. Then I run my fingers up underneath my balls and
towards my ass to touch that area between your nuts and your hole feeling the
intensity, back and forth, back and forth. My cock is now rock hard sticking
straight up towards the sky. |
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Sex Story: Thinking of you |
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Copyright: D A < n1daviduk ((at)) gmail.com >
I got in from the office about 7pm, and changed into my black lycra running
shorts and a thin black lycra vest - it doesn't look that great on me now, but
I'm training for the New York Marathon and so it should look better on me as the
months go past. I went down to the gym in the hotel, stepped on a treadmill, set
my iPod to shuffle, cranked the speed up to 6mph, and ran for three miles. As
usual, the talent in the hotel gym was minimal, and I wasn't distracted from my
run.
I skipped the locker room (tempted though I was, as I usually am, to see if
there was anyone interesting in the showers) and headed back up to my room. I
was hot and sweaty. Nice, fresh, manly sweat. The scent of honest exercise. I
felt energised. I was physically tired, but I felt emotionally good.
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My Experience in Gym Class |
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Author:Michael Santos
Story found on public News Feed
School was winding down for another year.And yes, my gym went up drastically. I
was shown at 80% heading into exams. I would have one more class of phys. ed,
and it would be last meeting after school with Mr. Sanders before we studied in
class for health. I would be in for a little surprise when I went up to the
office on the Friday after class.
As usual, I stayed behind class,
cleaning up the equipment. I brought the equipment back from the field, putting
it away in the equipment room, while the rest of the class hit the showers. I
made my way up to the office, and when I went in, somebody was waiting there. It
was another student. I'd have to say he was younger than me. He wore a t-shirt,
and khaki shorts. He had parted blonde hair and blue eyes. He was fairly skinny
in stature. I introduced myself, and found out his name was Jonathan. He
apparently was there for a "meeting" with Mr. Sanders. He was a grade lower than
me, and he was only 15 going on 16. From the tone of his voice, it kind of
hinted that he was gay. Whether I was right or not was another story. Apparently
his grades were down in health class, and he apparently was going to be assigned
a tutor. That's when I figured that it was going to be me. What kind of tutoring
I was doing was something I was thinking about that kind of amused me. I
wondered if he knew about myself and Sanders.
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Kevin Makes Some New Friends |
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Story:
The busy streets of Gran Canaria were suddenly alien to Kevin. People
pushed past him without looking and without apology. No one spoke to
him and he spoke to no one. He wasn’t in the mood. He needed somewhere
to sit, alone, and think things out. A bar maybe, not a screaming,
loutish lads’ bar with five pint beer glasses and thumping music but
somewhere secluded and quiet. But where?
He stopped, looked down a set of steps and gazed at the concrete and
steel shopping centre below him. It was night now. Above him the sky
was orange in the spill of thousands of street lamps. No starlight
could penetrate that haze. Beneath, in the wide bowl of the open square
of the shopping centre people were strolling, heading towards the many
bars that were opening around the dusty, dry park in the centre. Maybe
down there he would find a quiet corner to sip a beer, calm down and
think. Up at street level, cars and taxis drove on their horns, fumes
and chaos filled the street. Down there had to be quieter than up here.
Hoisting his bag over his shoulder he headed down the steps.
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An Interesting Masturbation |
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Sex Story:
When I was eighteen, I often hung out at the public outdoor-pool in the summer.
The place was always packed, chicks everywhere, and it never took long before my
dick got heavy. It had totally grown out of proportion in the past year and even
though I liked that I was also very aware that there was no way I could hide a
hardon in my trunks any more. So I did what I always did: I showered and then
went in to one of the toilet stalls to beat off.
This time, while I was in the middle of working my bone, I suddenly realized
that there was a dude checking me out from above. He was standing on the toilet
in the stall next to mine, and he had a full view of what I was doing.
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Fun Short Stories |
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Wank
The lad lies on his back, his trousers down to his knees. He holds his stiff
cock in both hands, too big for his frame. He’s stroking it, dreaming of his
girl while you stand over him and watch. His balls, wrinkled, flop either side
and fill with the juice that’s going to splatter his stomach. His eyes are
closed, he doesn’t know you are watching, doesn’t know that you are in the room.
You can smell his musty sweat as his pumping gets harder and more frantic. And,
as he calls out her name, as he shoots his young load over his smooth body, he
opens his eyes and sees you there. He can’t stop. He’s given into you.
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Fun Foursomes |
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Sex Stories - Copyright GSC
There are four of us, all drinking and trying to chill out. But we know what we
are here for. We have known each other only a few days, only for a few hours
really. But we share one thing in common. We want to have a foursome for the
first time.
First there is Dan: early 40’s, shaved head, stocky and straight looking. His
other half Mike: early thirties, taller, slimmer and with a goatee. My other
half Ben: also early thirties, loves to be fucked hard. And me, Jason. The only
thing I don’t like is a cock up my arse. That’s why me and Ben got on so
well.
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LADS - cont..Gay Sex Story |
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Story by: Luke
Preston of GSC
Story continued from chapter 14...
Sparks was well and truly pissed off.
He’d spent all afternoon hanging around
the apartment waiting for Trevor and Kevin to come back. But it was now almost
dark and there was no sign of either of them.
‘Tossers,’ he shouted loud
enough for the entire block to hear him. Someone upstairs banged heavily on the
floor. ‘Fuck off!’ was his reply.
Without at least one of his two mates there
was nothing for Sparks to do. He didn’t want to go out in case they returned and
he missed them. They might dash in, change their clothes and dash out again to
some beach party, or sleazy night-club or some other mega event that he had no
hope of being invited to without one of them with him. He didn’t want to risk
being at a crummy Irish pub listening to Lonny bleedin’ Donagan while his mates
were living it large at the island’s most top disco. He didn’t want to run the
risk of missing them.
So he had just sat around, mainly on the balcony,
drinking what beer there was left in the fridge and getting hungry. He’s
whistled at a few lasses down on the street and invited them up for a party but
somehow, without stunning Trev or eye-catching Kevin beside him it didn’t seem
to work. Even the Chelsea beach towel he had hung religiously from the balcony
had not attracted anyone’s attention. Apart from a couple of Arsenal wankers who
had passed by shouting insults. Sparks had even put on his huge jester hat to
make it look as if the apartment was the place to be that afternoon. He’d tuned
up the music, (more banging from upstairs, so he’d turned it louder to block out
the noise) and even chanted football crowd anthems. But none of it had
worked.
It was like the whole place out there wasn’t playing. He was ready to
throw all of his considerable weight behind a lads’ piss up of all time but no
one else was interested.
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Young and Straight |
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Sex Story:
The place I had rented for two weeks was private in all respects. It was high up
towards the top of an ancient village, surrounded by empty land and ruins and
concealed by a walled courtyard. Just right for nude sunbathing and wandering
around naked. I was taking a year out from college to explore some of the world
and had gotten as far as this remote Greek island before deciding to stop for
longer than just one night. As soon as I’d got off the ferry I was approached by
an army of locals waving signs advertising rooms to rent and it was easy to find
one I wanted. I headed straight for the only girl among the touts. Dark haired,
slim and with welcoming eyes she asked me quietly if I needed somewhere to stay.
She told me it was high up, away from the tourists and that it was cheap. The
remoteness sounded inviting to me and I imagined her visiting to make the beds,
maybe staying after to unmake them with me too, if you see what I mean. |
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