Gay s*x Confessions Series

A really great guy moved into my neighborhood the summer before my freshman year of college. He was married, in his late 30’s, about 190 pounds, a hunky 6’1" with light brown hair and a well sculpted body. I couldn’t believe I even thought all those things that first day I met him as he and his wife moved their stuff into their new home. As I was watching from across the street, he glanced over and gave a half-wave which I returned. Then he took off his sweaty tee-shirt and revealed this hairy chest glistening with the sweat from all his work. Just then, his wife came out of the house, touched his chest lightly and handed him what I assumed was a glass of lemonade; I was too far away to see exactly what it was. Then she kissed him on the lips, real hard, like she was marking her territory or something. Seeing that jolted me back to reality. What the hell was I thinking? For a moment, I imagined myself as her, feeling that sweaty, wet chest, and having him put his hand around the back of my head as our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I told myself to get a reality check. I wasn’t gay or anything. I had never looked at another guy and gotten all bothered like that. Hell, I even had a girlfriend, even if she was awful stingy about sucking me off when I needed it – which at my age was all the time. There was this one time after gym class though, when I got this incredible boner. Some guy came out of the shower and walked up to me. I was putting on my shoes so I was sitting on the bench bent over. I looked up when I heard his voice. There it was, dangling in front of me, right at eye level. His seven inch piece of dark meat wavered ever so slightly as the guy shifted his weight back and forth on each leg. He just stood there asking me some dumb question about a History test while that thick d**k of his was swinging invitingly two inches from my mouth. I was so glad that I already had my jeans on and that I was sitting down because both of those factors hid my growing erection. I had this urge to reach out and stuff his shaft into my mouth while he went on and on about who said "Give me liberty or give me death." For the first time in my life, I was like, "Give me c**k or give me pussy." I totally stopped myself and got control of my bulging p***s by forcing myself to look up at his face. It had been awhile since that incident and I had never entertained s****l thoughts about a man again until I saw that new neighbor. I pretended to be doing yard work while I kept glancing over to watch his muscles flex as he moved those heavy boxes. As it got dark and the sun went down, I wished he would go down on me. Instead of indulging in that fantasy, I decided to go in the house and put it, I mean him, out of my mind. That night, I had a date with my girlfriend. For some reason, she was in a real horny mood. As soon as her parents left, she pushed me on the couch and was practically pawing at me, kind of like I usually do to her. She reached down and started rubbing the outside of my tight jeans. I just wasn’t into it for some reason. "Come on, Roy," she said. "What other girl in town has 6 feet of rock hard solid muscle in front of her like this?" She unbuttoned my shirt and traced my n*****s with her red fingernails. "I love that smooth chest," she purred as her tongue went down to my hairless abs. Like I said, I just wasn’t into it for some reason. Without encouragement, she opened my zipper and pulled out my flaccid prick. She acted all disappointed and put on this real slutty voice. "What’s a girl supposed to do with eight inches of soft meat? I guess I’ll have to just get it all excited," she said answering her own question. When I felt her tongue start to tease my cockhead, I started to get aroused. I laid back and relaxed a bit. "Yeah that’s it," she coaxed, "get that head real stiff for me." Her huge lips suddenly enclosed my rising d**k. I could feel my heart racing faster. I was all hot when I realized that I wasn’t thinking about this slut in front of me, I was thinking about my new neighbor and his heaving hairy chest! I pictured him moving those boxes again and grabbed the back of her head. Now she was all thrilled because she thought she had finally turned me on. Instead, I pretended she was my neighbor. I started swaying my hips and ramming the back of her throat. In my thoughts, she was a guy and was giving me my first man to man blowjob. That sent my mind into a spin. I felt like I was buzzed or something and suddenly doused her throat with a several squirts of c*m. I don’t think it ever happened so fast before. That night, I lay in my bed thinking about what happened. As I went over it in my mind, I got hard again when I got to the part where a guy was sucking me off. I reached down to my boxer shorts and felt my p***s forming a tent inside them because of the way it was sticking straight up. I had to go look out the window. There was a light on in an upstairs room in the new neighbor’s house. I just imagined his wife on her knees sucking down his juices and pleasuring him all night long. "Lucky b***h," I muttered to myself and went back to my bed to think about him some more. I naturally started whacking myself off even though it had only been a couple hours since I came in my girlfriend’s throat. I imagined having the new neighbor in my bedroom with me right then and there. I would start by kneading his basket while he felt me up. Then we would lay down side by side and start removing each other’s clothes. When I felt that hairy chest rubbing all over my smooth one, I would want him to take matters into his own hands and take over. He would roll me on my back and jerk his d**k and make it squirt all over my smooth chest. Then he would want to rub his c*m into my n*****s and get them all hard and excited. I started spitting on my hand and working it all over my rod while I thought of him. Just like earlier, it got to be too much for me and I couldn’t control my own organ. It just started spewing sticky white goop all over me. I could even smell my own man juices. I wanted Jason and I knew that someday soon I would have him. The next day, he was all alone moving some more boxes in from his van. He was wearing faded cut-off jean shorts that revealed what muscular hairy legs he had as well. A thought flashed through my mind, I wondered if his ass was hairy too. I tried to focus on finding a way to start a conversation with him. I casually walked over, acting all cool and waited for him to come back out of the house. I leaned against his van trying to look relaxed. I had my hands in my pockets. I could almost feel my prick getting hard in my jeans just at the thought of being so close to him. He emerged from the house and was startled to see me. "Hi," he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. He had huge, real masculine hands and knuckles. His grip was so firm and powerful, I hated to let go. I think I might have held on for a second too long because he stared at me for a moment before releasing my hand. "My name’s Jason," he declared. "Yeah, I’m Roy," I said in what came out as a wimpy voice, not at all like the deep response I had planned. He then looked me up and down. "Roy, is it?" he asked like he was sizing me up for something. Jason stood there silently for a few seconds. I couldn’t help but notice the sun bouncing off his white shirt which clung tightly to his muscled chest and revealed the thick dark hair beneath it. "You want some exercise, Roy? I got a whole bunch of boxes back there in the rental van that need to be manhandled." "Manhandled?" I asked. "Yeah, you know. They’re too heavy for my wife so I need a man to help me with them. You are man enough to help me, aren’t you?" There was something in his tone of voice that made me want to respond by screaming that I was man enough to handle anything he had for me. Instead, I just smiled weakly, unable to act as cool as I wished I could. "You must be about 6 feet tall," Jason correctly surmised. "From the looks of those arms, you do quite a bit of working out."