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When I was eighteen I had the same thoughts, the same desires, and the same drives as most teenagers. I thought about girls, cars and money. I wanted them all, as many and as much as possible. But, being shy and somewhat awkward, I'd never had a girl—not to mention a car or very much money. Still, I was a horny kid and spent most of my time looking for a good private place to beat-off. That's why I took my ten speed and headed for the woods most every Saturday morning. One Saturday, I hid my ten speed in some brush and took a short walk through the woods to my favorite spot, a nice sunny rock beside a lazy little creek. I quickly tossed aside my clothes and stretched out on the warm rock. I was already hard with anticipation. I ran my hands over my body, loving the feel of the morning sun. Unable or unwilling to prolong my ecstasy, I wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock and started working on it. "Well, what have we here?" I scrambled to my feet, trying unsuccessfully to hide my raging hard-on. Not six feet away stood a muscled black guy about twenty five, maybe younger but not by much. He was wearing hiking boots, jeans, and an almost frightening smile. "I know what you were doing." He stepped onto the rock and started toward me. I had nowhere to go without jumping into the creek so, with false courage, I stood my ground. He stopped just inches from where I stood. I moved my hands away from my dick. The surprise of all that had caused my dick to go soft. "Good looking dick you got there;' he said as he reached out and touched my nuts. My dick quickly responded, growing hard and throbbing like before. My knees weakened. He knelt before me and pushed his face onto my dick. I was overwhelmed by the whole situation. I didn't know whether to run, scream, hit him or whatever, so I didn't do a fucking thing but stand there and let him suck my cock. His strong hands clamped onto my hips and held me fast as I cried out and shot my cum into his mouth. He stood up and took me in his arms. His shirted, muscular chest pressed hard against, my smooth naked body. "Thanks." he whispered in my ear. "I've got a camp with a cozy little tent about half a mile downstream if you'd care to come by and return the favor." With that, he pulled away, turned and was gone. I was shaking so badly I had to sit down to keep from falling. I dressed quickly and headed for my bike but the lure was too great. I went back to the creek and nervously followed it downstream. I found his camp and stepped into the clearing. His voice floated out from the open tent-flap. "Come on in." I took a deep breath, bent down and crawled inside. My eyes slowly adjusted to the half-light of the tent. He was lying naked on his stomach. His legs were long and muscular. His back was broad and well-defined. His ass was twin mounds of hairless chocolate flesh. "I hoped you'd come. Why don't you get out of those clothes? Your body's too nice to keep it hidden." I removed my ,T shirt, tennis shoes, and jeans and tossed them aside, striving again to hide my straining hard-on. He turned over and his huge, fat uncut cock bobbed skyward. I was awestruck. I'd never seen such a huge, hairy cock. A leather strap at its base caused its veins to bulge as though they would burst. Its foreskin was stretched halfway back and its bronze head glistened with pre-cum. It had to have been a foot long and thicker than my wrist. "Go ahead-it's okay." he urged. He must have read my mind. I reached out with both hands to grasp it. I stroked slowly downward, causing the foreskin to peel back, completely exposing the huge head. His nuts' were large, heavy, and full.  I heard his deep breathing increase slightly as I explored his magnificent tool with curious hands. He grabbed my leg and pulled me around so that my knees were astride his chest. My cock rubbed softly against his hairless chest and my ass hovered invitingly above his face. Had he not had a firm grip on my legs I might have bolted out of the tent where his tongue began its assault on my asshole, swirling around and darting repeatedly inside. I responded by lapping at the sticky juices that oozed from the deep slit in his cockhead. I felt as though I would go crazy and cried out when my cock twitched and shot its load across his chest but still he ate my ass. With both hands I pounded his dick like a butter churn. He froze and groaned and I pulled back an inch or two to watch, holding his dick in a death grip. The first spurt shot a few inches into the air. The rest, and his load was enormous bubbled out like a water cooler and flowed down his shaft and over my fingers. I’d never seen anything so fantastic. After we regained our composure he was polite and all but I could tell he wanted me to leave. So, reluctant I dressed and went on my way. I never saw him again, but it was an experience I'll never forget.

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I was staying with some friends in Beantown for a few weeks and enjoying any number of "liberties" our founding fathers didn't actually intend, I'm sure. However, my dick sure knows freedom from want I can tell you. Yesterday, after a particularly active night, I decided to just hang around the apartment and recharge my nearly depleted batteries when what do you suppose I found? And, literally right under my nose! Just beneath my bedroom window is a bit of an annex of the apartment below with a window of its own. And, this window of my friend's downstairs neighbor belongs to his 18 year old son who is now in his final semester of high school. I've seen this kid once or twice as we passed either in the elevator or the lobby and he's a fucking knockout. His hair is almost blue-black. Dark, dark eyes burn out of the cutest face you can imagine and his skin is naturally tawny and hairless. I would assume he's either a swimmer or a track star since his body is lean. Anyway, yesterday after lunch I grabbed a cup of coffee and wandered over to the window seat in my bedroom just to sit and gaze, killing time until my friends came home, when movement in the room below caught my eye. He was sitting at a flattop desk shoved against the sill. The shades were up and he was talking on the phone. He sat leaning backwards in a tilting chair with his feet up on the desk and was cradling the phone under his left chin. As I sat, staring down at him I realized he had wrapped a handkerchief over the mouthpiece. There were papers scattered about the desk but I couldn't really see them too well. So I ran and got my glasses from the next room. They weren't papers at all ... but, magazines! Singles magazines! This kid was answering an ad! With his right hand he was massaging his crotch. Whomever was on the other end of the line was working him up and my cock was telescoping fast to a rock-hard stiffness. With three fingers he rubbed up and down, up and down, caressing that anxious dick in his jeans; readjusting his seat every once in awhile as his cock grew longer. Then, shit almighty! He unbuttoned his fly and slipped his fingers inside for heavy duty jerking. Then, with a quick flip he pulled damn near 12 fat inches of gorgeous dick out of his pants. He started to stroke it with long, easy moves. Stopping for a brief pause, he spit in his hand and rubbed that mammoth prick, making it jump in quick, little jerks. I pulled myself out of the bay window and dropped my pants and pulled my sweater up and over my head. Except for my socks I was butt-ass naked. I crawled back onto the window seat and looked down. He was just hanging up the phone and his right hand lifted to his mouth again and dropped to his cock with another palm full of spittle. With his left hand he reached under his shirt to rub his stomach as his right hand jerked his dick. Then he shoved his shirt up above his nipples and I could see him pinch first one and then the other as his other hand never missed a beat jerking on his cock. I leaned closer to the glass and stretched out my body at such an angle that he could see me if he ever looked up, but, shit, I didn't care. My nuts were groaning with a load that was begging to be shot and the cheeks of my ass were quivering with little stars of excitement. By now he had pushed his trousers down around a pair of thighs whose definition defies description. Jeez! Bronze and chiseled to within a fraction of a Michelangelo statue.  I could see them contract and relax as his buttocks heaved forward, pushing his cock harder into his hand. Suddenly he stood up! But he didn't move away. Instead he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, then stepped gingerly out of his pants. He stood there in bare-assed glory, his cock flagging back and forth above a sac of bull nuts that danced in opposition to the movement above them. He started, once more, to massage that double handful of meat of his ... pulling the skin way back until his hand butted against his abdomen and then pushing forward until he yanked his fabulous balls up and out in a kind of arc. He began to jerk faster and his left hand was traveling all over the young man's body. First, pinching tits, and then fingering beneath his crotch and up his asshole. His head was rotating in sensual abandon and his mouth gaped open a bit. Then, shit, he saw me! I was standing in the window seat, crushing my body against the glass and whipping my dick like a dervish gone mad. My nuts had dropped lower than I ever remembered and were slapping against the windowpane in agonizing pleasure. I couldn't stop. I didn't care if I had been caught. I kept beating on my cock as his eyes and mine caught and locked. But, obviously with a split second's thought, he didn't care, either. He climbed on top of his desk and moved. as close to his window as I was to mine. Pressing flat against it his body and cock glazed over from the effects of the glass as if varnished. Then, he pulled back just a hair and attacked his cock with what looked like a brutal force. Slowly he arched backward and thrusted his hips forward so I could see every vein along his shaft as they pulsated and bulged in ropelike proportions. I, too, leaned back so he could watch me beat my own meat. He sat down and pulled his legs high over his head, shoving his asshole to the window and reaching around with both hands he spread his rosebud into a gaping hole. Wider and wider, he pulled the lips apart until I could swear I saw deep into his cavernous well. He jumped around and, doggy style, shoved his ass to me from a different angle as he fingered his hole, sticking three of his fingers deep inside and then flicking himself. My skin tingled. My heart flew as if it would beat through my ribs and my breath came in short, gasping wheezes. My dick throbbed and my jism boiled in my groin. Then he jumped back to a standing position and began to pound on his dick as though he would pull it off his body. His head thrashed. His hips undulated and his shoulders scrunched. His whole being was a dancing, frenzied animal totally caught up in this ritual of wild masturbation; and, I mirrored him exactly. Two men, high above the city, whacking their fucking dicks in the window getting closer and closer to shooting their loads for all the world to see. Then, it happened! A humongous splash of cum hit his window, followed by another and another ... and, another until the panes were awash in white fluid dripping down in long, jelly-like rivulets. And, at exactly the same moment I felt the river of cream shoot up and out the tenderized head of my own cock. I, too, shot gob after gob of spunk against the windowpane until the outside was practically obliterated from view. As I spent the last of my load I glanced down to see our neighbor's boy kneel on his desk and lean his head forward. His tongue darted out and he licked greedily at the avalanching cum flowing down the glass. He licked and sucked at the window until every trace of his juice was eaten. Then, almost as if the whole thing had been some kind of theatrical production, he dropped the window shade ever so slowly and the room was shut from view. As I dressed and cleaned my own window I reflected on how extraordinary the afternoon had been and thought, perhaps, I just might stay a few days longer than planned. After all, windows like that are hard to find. But, I'll write again soon and let you know if it was just a one performance show ... with my luck, it probably was.   

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Bryan Turner was his name. Everyone in school knew he was a fag and made jokes about him getting it up the butt. The upperclassmen would pull him into the head now and then and make him suck their dicks. Then they'd piss on him and push his head in the toilet. That didn't seem to stop Larry from carrying on as usual with his fag walk and that whiny high-pitched voice. Nobody could stand him and I was no exception although I never really messed with him. But one night I was staying late at school for one reason or another and as it got on in the evening it got real dark out. So as I was heading home I took a short-cut through the back of Rutherford's yard. All the kids do it to the point there's a path worn and the tree limbs are bent or broken off so it's not too hard to get through even at night. Just before you get to the part where you go left and off to the road again Rutherford's got this little area surrounded by these tall pine trees. It's really secluded 'cause at the bottom of the trees there's lots of bushes and things and in the center of this is a miniature log cabin. I guess, years ago, Rutherford's had a pool but had it filled in with dirt and so all that's left is this cabin where I guess they used to change clothes or their kids would play or whatever. Sometimes when you couldn't find anyplace to go and you wanted to fuck your girlfriend you could do it in the cabin. There was this beat up mattress on the floor and you could spread your coats over it and fuck. So I was horny thinking about all the guys that must have fucked their chicks in this cabin and I decided to sneak in to see if anyone was fucking right then. Well sure enough I heard noises. The closer I got the more I could tell that there was fucking going on in there but with more than just a couple people. So I real quietly snuck up and listened by the window. The moon was shining kind of bright and it gave off just enough light through the window on the other side of the cabin that I could see pretty much what was going on. And here in the middle of this cabin on the mattress was Turner getting it up the ass big time by Murphy who had a fucking dick on him like my arm. In and out in big long strokes I watched Murphy fuck that ass of Turner's and Turner was on his knees bent over with his hands behind him pulling his buns apart and arching his ass up at Murphy. There were a couple other guys in there too but I couldn't tell who they were right off. One guy was taking off his clothes and another was putting his on, so I guess they were taking turns fucking Turner's butt, one after another. The guy that was taking off his clothes looked a lot like a friend of mine named Steve but I knew it wasn't 'cause when he dropped his pants his dick dropped out and let me tell you it put Murphy's to shame. Just about that time Murphy was going at Turner's hole like a rabbit and he was slapping his ass and the back of Turner's head and then I guess he shot his wad off 'cause he was jerking around and then stopped fucking and pulled his dick out. It was really gross too 'cause it made this hollow wet plop sound when the head of his dick came out. The guy that looked like Steve didn't seem to care about that, he just kicked Turner in the ass and told him to spread his buns. Turner did and he spit a few times on Turner's hole not like I'm sure it needed it after the noise it was making with Murphy's dick slopping out. Then he rammed that fucking cock in. It was wild to see him ride that butt of Turner's. Turner didn't move the whole time. He just stayed there, up on his knees and whimpered like the fucking fag that he was. I could tell that guy didn't give a shit about Turner 'cause he started ramming him like a dog, harder and faster to the point I could hear his balls slapping against Turner's butt. And he was pushing Turner's face onto that beat up mattress as he plowed into his hole. I was really getting hard taking all this in thinking what it would be like to stick my dick in that hole of Turner's. So this Steve-like guy gets off and pulls out of Turner like Murphy did. What a fucking dick that guy had on him. It seemed like he was pulling forever before it finally plopped out. I started thinking what a fucking deep hole that Turner must have and I was wondering just how many dicks had been up in it making him happy. About that time this Steve-like guy picked up Turner's shirt and wiped his dick off on it and pushed it into Turner's face who was looking around about then. He pulled his pants up , and then he gave Turner another kick in the ass knocking him across the mattress and I heard his head hit against one of the logs in the wall. This Steve-like guy pulls out some rope from his jacket pocket and reached down and grabbed Turner by his feet. Turner still had his pants down and they were bunched around his ankles. This was the first time I saw Turner struggle but it didn't last long 'cause this guy had him hog tied in less than a minute then he stuffed Turner's shirt in his mouth and rolled him up against the wall and started laughing. Then he left. Well, I waited for a couple minutes until that Steve-like guy had gone past the trees and out to the street then I headed in. My dick was still hard from watching that arm-like cock of-that guy's slide out of the hole of Turner's. So I grabbed the rope by the center point and lifted Turner out of the corner and back onto the mattress. I told him if he wanted to get out of that log cabin he'd better just do what I told him and he did. I made him roll over on his knees and shoulder, still tied, just so I could get an angle on his hole. I unzipped my pants and my dick popped out. I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life as I was right then. I grabbed hold of my dick and plowed it into that wet fucking hole of Turner's and it slid in no problem at all. It was the first time I'd ever stuck my dick in a butthole before and it was great. It felt real warm and I could feel the cum from those guys in there making it real easy to get going. It kinda felt like a chick when they get really turned on and sloppy. So I started ramming him thinking about how he had been taking it a few minutes before me with all those guys and all of a sudden my nuts felt like they were gonna explode and I shot off in his butt. It was great 'cause when I did Turner was tightening up and squeezing all the cum from my cock into his hole. So I stayed in that position for a minute or so 'til I got back to reality and decided I'd better get the fuck out of there before someone else came along. I pulled my cock out of Turner and jerked the shirt out of his mouth to wipe off my dick. He asked me to untie him and I thought about it for a minute or two then decided I'd better or somehow I'd end up getting blamed for the whole thing and that was something I didn't feel like dealing with, so I let him loose. He bent over and kissed me on the cheek and I knocked him across the room with the back of my hand. I'll say one thing though, that fag was the best fucking piece of ass I've ever had.

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The computer had been down all day and it was almost five before the technician got it back in top form. I volunteered to work late. I knew how important the job was and, fresh out of college, it wouldn't hurt to make some points with the boss. Besides, I could use the overtime. I certainly got the overtime—at midnight I was still toiling away. About twelve-thirty in the morning the custodian arrived. I barely noticed him as I was deeply involved in my work. About one, nature called and I headed for the men's room. Having taken care of business, I rinsed my hands and started back out when I heard a muffled groan. Curious and a little alarmed, I pulled open the door to the first stall. Nothing. I pulled open the door to the second stall. The custodian was sitting on the john, completely naked, casually stroking a huge erection. His clothes lay in disarray on the floor beside him. He looked up at me with an embarrassed look on his face while I just stood there, dumbfounded. "I---sorry," I managed to blurt as I jumped away and the door slammed shut. I wobbled, weak-kneed, back out to my computer. I'd never seen another guy with a hard-on before, other than my own, but years of wandering, of fantasizing, flashed before me. For the next few minutes I thought of nothing else but his cock, his leanly muscled body, his handsome face. He knew I was in the men's room. He had groaned loudly enough to be heard. It was all for my benefit. Like a magnet the memory of what I'd seen drew me back to the men's room. With a trembling hand, I reached out and pulled open the door of the second stall. "I was hoping you would come back." I just stood there watching the slow, tantalizing movement of his fist as he squeezed and stroked his engorged cock. "I could use some help,' he said quietly. I glanced into his eyes and he read me like a book, smiling and nodding in affirmation. Dumbly, I knelt on the tile floor between his widely spread legs. He removed his hand and his thick, veiny cock twitched invitingly before my eyes. I reached for it with both hands and was surprised at how foreign it felt—not at all like touching my own. As though born to the task, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over its pink, glistening head. He cupped my chin with his hand and tilted my face up, looking directly into my eyes. "I want to fuck your ass." Be serious, I thought; but, suddenly I knew I had never wanted anything more. The thought of that hard, hairy cock sliding up my asshole was making my cock get hard and wet. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. In moments, with his help, I was as naked as he and he took me into his arms, flesh against flesh, and kissed me. I turned my face away. Kissing another guy was too heavy for me; at least right then. But the feel of his cock pressing hotly against my own was incredible. With difficulty, he pulled from my clutches and pushed me face first against the stall partition. I felt his hands on my buttocks, firmly spreading them apart. I cried out when his hot, wet mouth sank between them and his tongue lathered my asshole with spit. "Come on?" He grabbed my arm and ushered me out of the stall and over to the sink. "Grab hold." I grasped the sink with both hands and he positioned himself behind me. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. A startled scream caught in my throat as he lunged forward and impaled me on his cock. He paused just long enough to let me relax a little before finding his rhythm. Gradually, the pain subsided and was replaced by equally intense pleasure. I looked into the mirror above the sink. I'd never seen my eyes so filled with lust. He smiled again and I returned his smile as he increased his speed. He reached around me with both hands and torturously pinched and pulled my aching nipples, again increasing his speed. Pressing his chest against my back, he fisted my burning cock and began to beat me off with the same rhythm he slammed into my ass. In moments, I cried out as my spurting cream spattered over the tile floor. He pulled out and turned me around. With his hand on my shoulder, he pushed me to my knees and pulled my face onto his ass-slicked cock. I stroked and sucked his cock with a desperate hunger but was unable to take him to his peak. He took his cock in hand and pumped it wildly, holding the flared tip right at my widely parted lips. Finally, with a grunt, he shot his load, spurt after spurt splashing into my mouth and across my face. I swallowed quickly to avoid the gag his bitter cock juice brought to the back of my throat. Afterward, we cleaned up, dressed, and got the fuck out of the bathroom. To my surprise, we made a data for the following night. Since meeting Jason I've had my holes from both ends filled nightly with his stud cream.

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Rick came in and passed my door on the way to his room. He saw me and stopped in my doorway. "Studying?" he asked. "Yeah. Say, uh, I borrowed your blue shirt this morning. I hope you don't mind." "Hey, you should know by now, Jeff, that you can have anything you want from me," he paused a moment for dramatic effect and then repeated, "Anything." Rick turned and continued on down the hall. I just sat there wondering what he'd meant. He couldn't have meant it the way it sounded, could he? He was a real beauty—excellent body, all-American face, curly brown hair, and a really sexy air about him. I'd had my eye on him ever since he moved in in September but I'd never made a move because he seemed as straight as an arrow and I wasn't willing to risk our growing friendship. But I couldn't let what he'd said just pass by like that so I closed my hall. I stopped in his doorway. He was lying on his side, facing away from the door, on his single bed. He was wearing only a pair of white briefs. "Rick, uh, what you just said—what exactly did you mean?" He remained motionless in his semi-fetal position. I wanted him so badly at that moment that I needed no further invitation; the look in his eyes was all it took. I stepped inside and locked his door just in case our other roommate returned early from his class. I sat beside Rick and ran a hand over his broad, muscular back. He didn't respond and I realized he wasn't going to respond. I turned my attention to the lower half of his body. I put my hand on the thin cotton that separated me from the firm, round mounds of his ass. I could feel his heat. He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. I stood up and stepped out of my cutoffs and kicked off my flops. My dick was already hard just thinking about ramming into his hole. I climbed onto the bed and knelt astride his back, facing his feet. I took a deep breath, hooked my thumbs under the elastic waist-band and peeled back his briefs, revealing his firm, white ass. As I leaned forward my throbbing cock and aching balls cradled between his shoulder blades. I started at the base of his spine and licked my way between those beautiful cheeks. I detected a faint movement as his hips rose to allow me better access. I took a mound of muscle in each hand and spread them apart. My tongue sought and found the tight little pucker of his asshole. As I lay atop him with my face buried between his cheeks, he began to moan and squirm beneath me. I flooded his ass with my spit, lapping at that hole. When my tongue forced its way past his sphincter he sighed and moaned, grinding his cock into the mattress below him. When his ass was well -soaked with spit and my dick was wet with pre-cum, I moved around and straddled his thighs. Almost violently, I shoved my hot rod between his cheeks and lunged forward. He cried out against the pillow as I sank deeply into him. I forced my legs between his and pulled him to his knees. I wanted to give him a fucking he'd never forget. With my hands on his hips, I found my rhythm and began to ride him like an unbroken stallion—which is exactly what he was. I pounded into him with a fury I never knew I had. He cursed and moaned and whimpered and slammed back against me for more. I leaned on his back and wrapped an arm about his waist, never slowing my onslaught. My free hand went to his hard, hot, throbbing dick. I beat his meat with the same fury that I fucked his ass. He cried out and I could feel his dick twitching and I knew that he was cumming. That sent me over the edge and I made one last, desperate plunge and erupted deep inside him. We collapsed together and I could feel the results of his massive orgasm on the sheet beneath him. Slowly, inevitably, my cock shrank from his tight, hot hole. I reluctantly rose from the bed, pulled on my shorts, and picked up my flops. I headed for the door But then I turned back. Finally, he looked at me. There was a smile on his face. "You got a big fucking dick. I can't believe I could handle it!" For the rest of the time Rick and I were roommates, I'd dick his ass every time our other roommate was out of the apartment. By the end of the semester, Rick's hole got so spread loose from our buttfucking that I bought him this huge butt plug as a good-bye present. He hasn't talked to me since 'cause his mother was around when he opened it up. Oh well...

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The commencement address droned on. I shifted in my seat, eighteen and anxious to be rid of the gown and mortarboard which I considered the last vestiges of high school. I heard not a word of the speech. My attention was focused on the section of the stage where the faculty sat. For there, in the midst of his colleagues, sat Paul Goliath, a history teacher. I thought Mr. Goliath was the handsomest man I'd ever seen. Most of the students had similar thoughts but I was the one who, for the past three years, in class, at ball games and in the hall between classes, had always caught Mr. Goliath’s eye. I knew what was on his mind and this was the night I'd been waiting for. The ceremony finally came to an end. There were cheers. and glad-hands all around and I pushed and shoved my way through the happy throng, managing to catch Mr. Goliath at the door. "Mr. Goliath, my parents are heading straight to a party. Could I maybe get a ride home from you?" I hurried away, pleased with the way I’d taken the bull by the horns. In a matter of minutes we were in his car and on our way. "Tell me, Mark, how did you like Dr. Fairbornes' address?" he asked. "l'll tell you the truth, Mr. Goliath, I didn't hear a word of it." "Couldn't wait for it to end?" "Yeah." I very much doubted that he fully understood but I knew he soon would. My parents were pillars of the community and Mr. Goliath was suitably impressed by our house. "Want to see the inside? ' Mom's a great decorator. It's really terrific, all antiques. Come on in." I was amazed at how well my plan was working. "Oh, this is beautiful,” he remarked as he stepped inside. "Please, excuse me, Mr. Goliath, I’ll be right back. Feel free to look around" I hurried to my room and quickly undressed. The blue silk robe was waiting where I'd left it. I'd posed in front of the mirror a thousand times before deciding on the blue robe. Before tying the sash, I went to the mirror. I smiled as I checked out my ace in the hole. I was very proud of my cock. Completely limp, it measured eight inches and grew to ten inches with the slightest provocation. More than once in the past three years, I'd caught Mr. Goliath’s gaze resting on the impossible-to-conceal bulge in my pants. I tied the sash and headed downstairs. Mr. Goliath was still in the study. "Ever see so many books?" I asked, seating myself on the ledge of the fireplace. I knew I was driving the thirty year old history teacher to distraction, but I loved it. "Uh—thanks for letting me see the house, Mark, but I really should be" "Paul..." The use of his first name really caught his attention. "I'm not a student anymore. I know what you've been wanting the past three years. Tonight you can have it." I opened the robe, revealing what lay beneath, stopping him in mid-sentence. He walked over to where I sat waiting and knelt between my parted legs. "I once heard a couple of coaches joking about you. I was dying to see for myself. Yes, I like it." My huge dick grew to its full size before Paul's hungry eyes. "Those coaches saw it in the shower. They never saw it up close. They never saw it hard. They never felt it. They never kissed it. They never took it in their mouths. They never had it cum inside them.“ My words and Paul's intense stare caused my dick to twitch and grow even harder, oozing pre-cum down its thick, veiny shaft. Paul was mesmerized. The very thought of feeling it inside him caused him to grow hard. "Take off your clothes, Paul. Get me wet. Get me really wet. I want to fuck you. I want to drive you crazy with my dick!" Dumbly, he obeyed, rising and quickly shedding his tuxedo. Paul was solid muscle and my eyes danced across each chiseled curve of the man's fantastic body. When he slipped from his shorts I was delighted by the sight of Paul's own hard, throbbing eight inches. He smiled. I returned the smile as he knelt and reached slowly for the object of his affection. He bent forward to the task at hand, licking and kissing my masterpiece, leaving thick globs of saliva along its silken shaft. When I was drenched, he stood up, turned around and I grasped his firm cheeks and spread them wide. Hungrily, I shoved my face between them. Paul moaned ecstatically as my tongue found its mark and lathered his tender hole. I pulled away, ready. With my guidance, Paul stepped up onto the brick hearth, straddling my thighs. I held my aching dick as he squatted to meet me. The head made contact and Paul gasped loudly as it snapped past his sphincter. Paul held his breath and sank down, taking my full, thick ten inches. Tears of, pain welled in Paul's tightly shut eyes but there was no way he was going to stop. He wrapped his arms about his neck and I buried my face in his chest. Slowly, as he became accustomed to the pain, he began to rise and sink on my dick. We were both in heaven. This was the best graduation present I could ever get!

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