Monday, 27 February 2012

Sailors on Leave by Ric



This is a true story of my first time.

My brother was five years older and was in the Navy. He had come into Treasure Island in San Francisco and our Mom and I went to greet the ship. He yelled down from the deck to Mom and asked if he could bring a couple of shipmates to our house as they all had an overnight leave pass. Mom yelled back to bring them along. We went on home and about 2 hours later, my brother and 12 of his shipmates showed up with bags of groceries, bags of beer and carrying their civies in duffle bags. After changing into their civies, the festive remainder of the day began. They were drinking beer and eating food that they had brought. There were young men all over the house.

The evening set in, a couple of the guys passed out on the sofa and easy chair. A couple passed out on the floor just using their duffle bags as pillows. My brother’s bedroom had a double bed and I only had a single bed in my bedroom but, they figured 2 could sleep in his bed and they would have one guy bunk in with me.

I was sound asleep when I felt the bed move as a young sailor crawled into my bed wearing his white boxer shorts and t-shirt. I looked at my clock and it read 2:30 am. I could barely see what he looked like by the street light that was reflecting into my bedroom window. I could see the outline of a very handsome lad as he lay there on his back. I laid there just listening to the breathing as the young lad was going into deeper slumber and I could smell the beer from his breath.

After about 20 minutes, the young hunk turned onto his side and was facing me. My arm was under the covers at my side and I was on my back. I could feel his boxer shorts touching the back of my hand. It took me several minutes to slowly turn my hand over so that I could feel the opening of the boxers. It was partly opened and I knew there was something just inside that opening I would love to feel.

As I raised my finger to the opening, I first felt some pubic hair. I moved my finger down and felt the shaft of his flaccid cock lying down along his thigh. I just lay there with my finger on his cock and after another 10 minutes, I slowly worked my finger under the shaft and lay there listening to his deep breathing. I knew he was still asleep. I very carefully and with very little pressure, pulled the shaft of his cock until the cock was fully out of the shorts opening. He flinched a bit but, in no time, his breathing continued as before. I laid there another couple of minutes until I was able to slip my hand under his cock, placing it in my palm. I could tell he was cut and by the feel, it was about 5 inches long in the flaccid state.

I had a raging hardon and knew my precum was oozing out. With my other hand, I put my hand into my shorts and milked my cock, getting more precum to appear and smeared it on my fingers. I then worked my hand over to his cock and carefully applied the sticky smooth lubricant to his cock. I did this several times as he lay there in full sleep.

I started a very slow movement on his cock, sliding my precum lubed hand up and down his shaft making sure I touched the cockhead each time. After about 5 or 6 of these strokes, I could feel his cock starting to firm up. The more I continued the harder and longer his cock got. I realized that I was holding a fully hard 8 inch man-meat in my hand and his breathing continued to the same rhythm as I slowly jacked him. After about 2 minutes, I heard his breathing starting to change to a shallower pace. I kept slowly working on that beautiful piece of man flesh and he started moving his hips and started thrusting his body as he began fucking my hand.

He then reached down to my shorts, put his hand into the waistband and grabbed hold of my raging hardon. He started stroking and it took only about 4 pulls until I felt euphoria and I shot my load into his hand.

He proceeded to fuck my hand and I knew I just had to see what I was holding. I tossed back the covers and in the dim light, could see this most beautiful piece of meat. I slid down and got closer. As he thrust, the tip of his cockhead touched my nose. I had never tasted a cock so, I stuck out my tongue. I tasted the buttery sweet mixture of our precum. As he was thrusting, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let his cockhead slip in and out of my lips. Before long, I had about half of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

I could feel his balls slapping against my chin as he was fucking my mouth. He began to tense and I felt the bulb of his cockhead starting to swell even larger. All of a sudden, he took in one big breath, a slight moan and I felt warm sticky ooze flooding my mouth. I wanted to spit it out but, he kept pumping so, I just swallowed it. He kept shooting and my mouth filled up again. After his last thrust, he let out a big sigh and slumped back. His cock was still in my mouth and I felt it starting to soften. I still had a raging hardon and realized I had cum again in my shorts when he dumped his load in my mouth.

I licked his cock of every drop and milked any more drops that came out of his piss slit. As I finished, I felt his hands as he slipped them under my arm pits and pulled me up. He then gave me the warmest tender kiss on the lips. He then released his hold on me and turned onto his back and closed his eyes.

I looked at the clock and it was now almost 5:00 so, I decided to get a little sleep and turned over with my back to him. I awakened at 8:00 and became aware that the young sailor was no longer in my bed. I got up, dressed and went into the kitchen where several hunk sailors were sitting having breakfast. I looked at each one trying to pick out the guy that I had sucked off but, they were all handsome and with their Navy haircuts, all looked alike.

It wasn’t until that evening when the guys were leaving, they were walking down the stairs, one of the guys turned back, waved his hand and gave me a wink.

Zonked by Habu

Zonked by Habu

I had literally creamed myself almost nightly for Phil's body, but Phil was about as straight as they come—and getting all the female tail he could handle if all the talk around campus was true. We were both attending the university on athletic scholarships—Phil on a football and baseball scholarship and me on a wrestling scholarship, wrestling being a good way for me to get down and dirty with other hot, sweating, muscular dudes. We roomed in the same suite, athletes being given separate bedrooms in a suite of eight rooms with a communal head and shower. And I had ached for three months into the school year, being able to see Phil's beautiful, cut body in the shower almost daily, but knowing that he would never take interest in another guy as long as he was being worn out by the campus cunts.

And then I got a gift from heaven. We were at lunch, when Phil was telling us about the physical exam he had to take before the baseball season and that they were doing full exams, including MRI's and colonoscopies—the exam where they send a tube with a camera all the way up into your intestines from your asshole to check for cancerous polyps. They were being required this year because some dude had dropped over dead on the baseball diamond last season.

Phil was being asked if he feared the colonoscopy, because having some tube running up your ass canal was no picnic. I was thinking that the dude just didn't understand what a picnic that really could be when I heard Phil answer that they were trying a new technique on the team. They were testing a fancier camera with a thicker-than-normal tube, and therefore were giving the guys medicine that really opened the canal up before the test and then giving them knockout drops during the test and for the night after the test so that they can sleep through most of the pain that accompanied and followed the procedure.

"So, there will be pain, but there won't be that much left after I've wakened the next morning," Phil was saying. "Personally, I think they only are forcing us to take the exam so they'll have healthy guinea pigs to see how the new equipment and procedure goes."

My table mates droned on with a scatological discussion of having a thick tube going up your ass, but I tuned them out while my mind quickly formed a plan that would fulfil my dreams without Phil ever knowing what had happened to him.

The night of the day Phil had his exam, I took a long, hot shower while my suite mates were settling in for the night and then waited until four in the morning, breathing heavy, in anticipation of the pleasure that I hoped was to come.

All was quiet as I tiptoed from my room to Phil's. I was wearing my sleeping trunks and would have just sidestepped off into the head if anyone had caught me on the move. When I got to his door, I quickly looked around to make sure I wasn't being observed and then opened his door quietly and slipped in. His blinds were open, and the full moon lit up the room. I found him zonked on his bed, conveniently lying on top of his covers, completely nude. Boy was he a hunk. Built like the quarterback he was. Sturdily constructed, but with muscle. No fat on him, dark curly hair covering his pecs and meeting to descend in a thin line down across his belly and fanning out around his well-hung cock and big balls and then down, weaving around his strong thighs and calves.

I whispered to him, asking if he was awake, prepared with my excuse for waking him up in the middle of the night, silence! I spoke to him in a louder tone. No response! I came over and sat down on his bed, putting my hand on his arm and speaking to him again, still posed with a good reason for disturbing him in the night if he woke. Nada!

My hand moved up his arm and onto his chest, stopping at one of his nipples, still within the zone of being able to excuse jostling him awake. I jostled him with my hand on his chest. Both hands on arms, I shook him hard, nothing! He was stone cold out, just as he told us he would be.

I put one hand on his shoulder, almost at his neck and allowed the other hand to travel down his belly and into his pubic hair. Phil sighed in pleasure, but he didn't awake. I kept my eyes glued on his as I encased his dick in my hand and started to play with it. He licked his lips and moaned, but he remained asleep. Probably thought I was someone named Veronica, but not minding the attention I was giving him one bit.

I couldn't resist the lip licking. I put my lips to his, and he opened to my kiss. I stroked his cock as we kissed, and he responded by lengthening and thickening and moving his hips with the rhythm of my hands and giving deep-throated moaning for me. The intensity of his kiss told me that he was enjoying this.

I wondered if the Veronica he was wet dreaming about gave him blow jobs. I decided to find out, knowing, though, that this was pretty much a threshold beyond which I could give no plausible explanations if he suddenly awoke.

But, although his body was fully awake to my touch, Phil was not consciously in the room. I tongued my way around his nipples and down his belly and swallowed his cock whole, letting it engorge in my mouth as my lips pressed on the root of his shaft and my nose took in the welcome, manly smell of his pubes. My finger found his asshole as I stroked his cock off with my mouth, and, as advertised, I found the lasting effects of something that had widened his hole opening for that thick tube—and hopefully now for my thick tube. I hoped he was still feeling the effects of that all up his ass canal, because I didn't want him to feel suspiciously sore in the morning.

He ejaculated deep down my throat, still pleasantly living his wet dream with Veronica.

Time was a wasting, and I wanted to live my own dream before dawn—and certainly before Phil woke up—so I stripped off the sleeping trunks I'd come down the hall in, pumped my cock until it was hard, and rolled on the condom I'd brought with me. Getting my thighs under Phil's, I lifted his pelvis up to mine and only poised my dick head briefly at his hole before pushing in.

Phil grunted and twitched and his face contorted in pain as I slid into him, but he didn't awaken. When I was in all the way up to the hilt, aided no doubt by that medicine Phil had been given, I paused and rested, getting my own hard breathing under control. I couldn't believe it. I had my dong up beautiful, straight-jock Phil's ass. He was mine. He'd been had. He lay there stretched out below me, twitching and moaning quietly, but having taken all of me in. I began to pump him, and he moved with me. Could it be that he was receiving pleasure from this as well? I pulled his torso up to me and took his lips in mine. His responding kiss gave me hope that he was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying him. This thought was causing my cock to grow even bigger, and Phil's lips fell away from mine and he grunted in pain.

I let his torso drop back onto the bed and I took up his legs in my hands and wish-boned him farther apart, opening his ass canal up enough to accommodate my enlarged size. And then I just slowly pumped him and pumped him and pumped him, until I'd cum deep inside him. Then, almost regretfully, I pulled out of him, pulled my sleeping trunks back on, and retreated from his room to mine before anyone in the suite stirred.

The next morning, in the showers, a still-very-groggy Phil was complaining that his ass was still more sore from the exam than he had been led to believe it would be, but he showed no inkling of knowing his ass was no longer virginal—and certainly not that his ass was mine. I just hummed a tune and soaped myself off, trying not to relive my glorious fuck of Phil enough for my dick to respond for everyone in the shower to see.

I'd fulfilled my dream without doing any real harm to Phil that I could figure. I was just sorry to think that he probably wouldn't have to take another one of those colonoscopies for a good long while.

Nightime Surprise by Hornyguy18

Nighttime Surprise by Hornyguy18
(MM/pretend sleep/oral)

Joe, a buddy of mine, came to visit me at college. It was late August almost September. After running two miles late one afternoon I suggested we grab a quick beer before heading back to my rest hall to get showered up and ready to go out for the night.

Before we knew it we had spent about four and half hours at the bar. While talking about girls and ex's we clumsily stumbled the four blocks back to my ret. hall.

I said "No need to worry about trying to act sober my friend who is an RA with me, is working the desk tonight."

When we got back to my room we had two more shots a piece of what little rum I could sneak in from time to time. I then suggested that we hit the hay so we could get up early the next morning and go to six flags. Being that I was an RA I had my own room, so the two extra long twin beds I had were made into one big California king size bed. I told Joe he could just sleep up there with me tonight.

We stripped down to our boxers. Joe asked me, “Wow, you actually have a trail line and armpit hair and hairy legs on your swimmers body. You don't swim anymore?"

"That’s not all that’s hairy,” I replied jokingly. “And no, I still swim a lot I just like having a hairy body."

As Joe took his shirt off I noticed his incredibly athletic body, with hairy legs and a thick happy trail that ran up his stomach. His short curly black pit hairs clung tightly to his large biceps and side chest. After he took off his shirt Joe looked at me with his blue eyes and said his pits smelt a little ripe. We laughed, jumped up into bed and talked in our drunken slurs. I told him how usually after a night of drinking I pass out and how no one can ever wake me up, so they say.

We both dozed off. I awoke drenched in sweat about an hour and a half later. It was 2:30 am. The two of us had kicked the covers off, it felt as though it was 90 degrees in my room. I looked over at Joe, his one arm covered his eyes and the other lay across his stomach. I could see a bit of his limp cock through the open button slit in his boxers. I felt my cock get a little semi. I had never touched a cock before and now I really wanted to touch his, maybe even taste it. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep and turned my body over onto my side. I laid my hand on his pelvic bone right before the opening of his boxers. I lay still for about 5 minutes until I moved again slightly until my hand was inside touching his limp 4-inch cock and resting on his bush of pubic hair. The warmth from his cock made me hard as hell. All of a sudden his hand grabbed my arm and pulled it out of his boxers. I continued to keep my eyes closed and breathe heavy as though I was in a deep sleep.

He sat up looking at me and said my name. Then he shook me and said my name a little louder, he did that for about two minutes. He pushed me over on to my back and picked up my arm jerking it and hitting my stomach while saying, “Pete.”

Then he moved my hand down onto my boxers and started moving it around in little circles on my now limp cock. It felt good and I was extremely horny so I got semi hard quick. He dropped my arm and began to slowly remove my boxers. He pulled them down to my knees, then wrapped his hand around my now fully hard cock and stroked it a little before he removed his boxers.

The smell of man musk filled the air. He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his 6-inch hard hairy cock and jerked himself off. He began to move my hand down around his hairy sac. They felt so warm. He then moved, kneeling over my cock he blew his load all over my cock, nuts, and pubes. Then to my surprise his lips wrapped around the head of my mushroom shaped cock. He licked up all his cum off my body working his tongue down and around my sweaty hairy sac and sniffing my scent. Then he spit on my cock grabbing it in his hand, with his other hand he moved my left arm over my head. He grabbed both of our cocks and began to hump while he lay across my body with his nose buried in my sweaty hairy pit. Trying hard not to make any sound I blew my load over my stomach, as did he about 2 seconds later for the second time. He got up and wiped all the cum off of me with his boxers. He pulled my boxers back over me and went back to sleep.

The next morning I awoke first and went in the bathroom to take a shower. I jerked off to the smell of man juices that had once been all over my body. When I got out of the shower Joe was up and asked me if I remembered anything from last night? I just laughed and said, "No I don't even remember how we got home."