I'm sure this is amateur but I'll give it a go
I was nineteen, six feet tall, brown hair with a tanned athletic body. I had known I was gay since fourteen and dreamed and fantasized about hot mates ever since. I got a job in an office with people mainly twice my age then a couple of months later a new guy started. I was shocked at this masterpiece being introduced to me. He had the most cute face and smile. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you." The sincerity in his voice was so amazing. He was blond slim athletic but not overburdened with muscles. He wore black work paints that complemented his cute butt. My mind started to spin, at home my nights were colourful wondering about the impossible.
I played tennis competitively and one day out of the blue he came over and asked if I would play him tomorrow. That night I dreamed of the experience tomorrow would bring in the changing room. The next day we set off for tennis he told me to jump in his car. I opened the door and jumped in to find a men's health magazine sitting on the car floor with Ryan Daharsh on the cover. He jokingly said, ''It has good sports tips in there.''
We arrived at the courts and went to the changing room I purposely went slow so I could admire him change. He slipped out of his black pants exposing a black pair of Calvin Kleins hugging his golden body gliding over the bulge exposing the outline of a big mushroom head. He turned around and spotted me staring straight at him. I was stuck for words and said with the first stupid thing that came to my head, "Nice Briefs bro they look comfortable." He replied," Yeah they are, I have a problem with the odd hard on and they keep it under control in the office ya know."
"I don't get that excited by insurance, Lewis," I jokingly replied. He gave me a funny look and said, "Its not the insurance."
The game was close and very sweaty; we were both shirtless and to my amazement I caught him staring at me. I wanted him so badly. We headed off to the changing room. As we entered he gave me a pat on the bum and thanked me for the game. This time we stood side by side while changing. He shot off to the shower cubicle. I was in ecstasy. Beside me lay his briefs. I couldn't resist I picked them up and sniffed the manly scent. I quickly put them down as a voice came from the shower saying, "Hey bro' have you got a towel I bloody forget to bring one?"
I went to hand my towel over the cubicle door but it suddenly swung open and he grabbed it. I didn't get a chance to see much. I went to my shower and discovered it wouldn't work. We were running late, I yelled out, "Dammit! I'm gonna have to flag the shower there is no spare one."
“You can share mine, no games though just two sensible str8 boys."
“Yeah! Right," I said. I was worried; I would definitely get a boner in there and would get caught out. I entered and he shifted aside. There wasn't much water and we started brushing bodies. Immediately as suspected I went hard. "Well, it's not that exciting, must admit though you should be proud!'' He then went on to say how all those hot tennis chicks must have got me going. "Tell you the truth mate I had the same problem see!”
In front of me was a well sculpted stomach with a small snail trail of hair and V shape running from the hips to this most amazing thick eight inch cut cock. We both jacked off and came in the shower. It was amazing. He quickly jumped out and started to dry. I noticed a spot where he had cummed on my foot, I bent down and wiped it off and sucked my finger. '' Gross bro'; that better be yours!” he laughed.
Back at the office my mind re lived the day's events. Why didn't I try to go further. I walked into the filing room and crashed into Lewis carrying papers which flew every where. I bent down with him to pick it up. I looked over and our eyes made contact. That cute face smiled again. He patted my shoulder and told me not to work so hard. I watched his cute little butt as he walked out of the room. Ten minutes later I got an email saying, “My parents want me to check on their house up at the lakes do you want to come up for the weekend? It will be just you and me, I'd like to get to know you better.”
I immediately replied with, “Sure, would love to. What do I need?” The reply was, “An open mind and ability to have fun.”
What was going to happen this weekend?
I was nineteen, six feet tall, brown hair with a tanned athletic body. I had known I was gay since fourteen and dreamed and fantasized about hot mates ever since. I got a job in an office with people mainly twice my age then a couple of months later a new guy started. I was shocked at this masterpiece being introduced to me. He had the most cute face and smile. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you." The sincerity in his voice was so amazing. He was blond slim athletic but not overburdened with muscles. He wore black work paints that complemented his cute butt. My mind started to spin, at home my nights were colourful wondering about the impossible.
I played tennis competitively and one day out of the blue he came over and asked if I would play him tomorrow. That night I dreamed of the experience tomorrow would bring in the changing room. The next day we set off for tennis he told me to jump in his car. I opened the door and jumped in to find a men's health magazine sitting on the car floor with Ryan Daharsh on the cover. He jokingly said, ''It has good sports tips in there.''
We arrived at the courts and went to the changing room I purposely went slow so I could admire him change. He slipped out of his black pants exposing a black pair of Calvin Kleins hugging his golden body gliding over the bulge exposing the outline of a big mushroom head. He turned around and spotted me staring straight at him. I was stuck for words and said with the first stupid thing that came to my head, "Nice Briefs bro they look comfortable." He replied," Yeah they are, I have a problem with the odd hard on and they keep it under control in the office ya know."
"I don't get that excited by insurance, Lewis," I jokingly replied. He gave me a funny look and said, "Its not the insurance."
The game was close and very sweaty; we were both shirtless and to my amazement I caught him staring at me. I wanted him so badly. We headed off to the changing room. As we entered he gave me a pat on the bum and thanked me for the game. This time we stood side by side while changing. He shot off to the shower cubicle. I was in ecstasy. Beside me lay his briefs. I couldn't resist I picked them up and sniffed the manly scent. I quickly put them down as a voice came from the shower saying, "Hey bro' have you got a towel I bloody forget to bring one?"
I went to hand my towel over the cubicle door but it suddenly swung open and he grabbed it. I didn't get a chance to see much. I went to my shower and discovered it wouldn't work. We were running late, I yelled out, "Dammit! I'm gonna have to flag the shower there is no spare one."
“You can share mine, no games though just two sensible str8 boys."
“Yeah! Right," I said. I was worried; I would definitely get a boner in there and would get caught out. I entered and he shifted aside. There wasn't much water and we started brushing bodies. Immediately as suspected I went hard. "Well, it's not that exciting, must admit though you should be proud!'' He then went on to say how all those hot tennis chicks must have got me going. "Tell you the truth mate I had the same problem see!”
In front of me was a well sculpted stomach with a small snail trail of hair and V shape running from the hips to this most amazing thick eight inch cut cock. We both jacked off and came in the shower. It was amazing. He quickly jumped out and started to dry. I noticed a spot where he had cummed on my foot, I bent down and wiped it off and sucked my finger. '' Gross bro'; that better be yours!” he laughed.
Back at the office my mind re lived the day's events. Why didn't I try to go further. I walked into the filing room and crashed into Lewis carrying papers which flew every where. I bent down with him to pick it up. I looked over and our eyes made contact. That cute face smiled again. He patted my shoulder and told me not to work so hard. I watched his cute little butt as he walked out of the room. Ten minutes later I got an email saying, “My parents want me to check on their house up at the lakes do you want to come up for the weekend? It will be just you and me, I'd like to get to know you better.”
I immediately replied with, “Sure, would love to. What do I need?” The reply was, “An open mind and ability to have fun.”
What was going to happen this weekend?
