Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2007 13:51:41 -0500
From: Dale Redeye <dale_redeye@tmail.com>
Subject: Gladiator School Nympho.
DISCLAIMER:
The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this
type of material offends you or you are under the age allowed by the
state or region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of
material is not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.
This is a work of fiction, meant for private enjoyment.
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Comment are more then welcomed. Hit me up at: dale_redeye@tmail.com
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THIS IS ME,
I am a Native American. 5'8, smooth carmel colored skin, a decent
complexion, not cratered but not airbrushed looking. I've been called a
pretty boy before if that counts-and not from my ma either. I've only
grew hair on my head, crotch, and lower legs. I have very sparse armpit
hair. I have decent teeth (they're white and straight, but with a couple
of them chipped). I'm roughly 155 pounds. Yet I have thin arms and
legs. My ass is fleashy, but not overly propotionated. My hole is not
virginal, but appears intact. The pucker having a light tan tint to it
(hey I'm native, its supposed to be.). My dick is just a hair under 7
inches. Its not thick, but its no pencil. People says its perfect. I
don't know? I think that's the way of people calling it average-perfect.
Well anyway, it has a downward curve and has been said to be nice to
suck on and comfortable to deep throat. Well, this is me.
D.
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---------NOW----------
'Tell me you want me...' I whispered deeply.
'I want you Dale...' A more desperate urgent voice stammered.
'Tell me again, Elliott.' I again whispered, but being sure to add
a little sex to his name as it rolled from my tongue.
'Oh Dale, please do it again. Please let me...' Elliott pleaded while
the room filled with the sound of our smacking lips. I stratled
Elliott's legs and held his face while I tongued kissed him deeply. I
wanted to send all my desire and lust through my kisses. I had hoped
that he knew just how much I loved doing the things we did-I loved
having sex.
--------THEN-----------
When I started realizing that I liked the touch, feel, and sight of
naked men, I vowed never to turn into a flaming fag or feminine. I was a
male, so I wanted to act and perform as males do. But somehow or other,
people always seemed to wonder about me. I wasn't a
two-snaps-and-a-circle type of queer. There was just something about me
people said.
So I felt that every dick that passed my lips or entered my fleshy ass,
they were sure to know that I wasn't feminine. I sucked dick deeply and
without abondonment. I treated every hot cock like it would be my last
and I was starving. I never wimpered or complained while having a fuck
thrown up in me. What do YOU want: Doggie style, rodeo way, the huckel
buck, the reversed cowboy, what... I do it all....... And I do it
willingly. Oh how I loved sex with men. I was aggressive and predatorial
in my pursuit of the all might fuck.
----------NOW------------
'Do you want me Elliott?'I said is I massaged his 6 and some inch
slender penis, as I still stradled him.
'Fuck yeah Dale....' Elliott sighed as he threw his head back. His hands
wondering aimlessly about me and with no objective. He seemed like an
over eager teenager once he's gotten his dink licked.
'You wanna cum in my mouth? Don't you?' I taunted him as I smeard his
precum over the tip off his rock hard hammer. Circling it slowly while
tongue kissing him. He panted, heaved, and spasmed as I countinued
milking his orgasmic udder.
--------THEN-----------
Elliott and I started fooling around almost immediatley after meeting
one and other. At the time of our meeting we were bunkmates at a New
York State Department of Correctional Services Shock Camp (Gladiator
School) I was in a miltary style boot camp for men who couldn't behave
themselves. I was 21 and sent by the County judge to do what he said was
a 6 month 'character building' program. Elliott was a 19 year old
spoiled Jewish kid from Manhattan, and had a tendency to be stuck up. I
wanted him, I wanted him to want me, I needed to hear his
snotty-up-town-New-York-accent beg for me.
As it is in the military, we showered, changed, and did everything as a
group. I looked at every swinging dick that paraded in front of my ever
eager eyes. I knew dicks better then I knew faces. I seen plenty of 5 am
morning woods. Some that pointed straight, some that curved up and down
and all around, and some that left slime trails of cum on the white
fabric of the institutional underwear we all were made to wear.
Since Elliott was my bunkmate and one of the decent looking men in our
platoon, I had no problem doing everything with him, I feel in love with
the sight of his morning erections flip and flop as he hurried to stand
at attention for morning count. Needless to say, I grew very fond of
Elliott very quickly-as long as he didn't open his mouth.
--------NOW---------
'I wanna fuck you.' Elliott stammered, as I slowly stroked him up and
down. The smoth silky skin of his slender penis quivered and flexed
under my urgent touch.
'You wanna fuck do yeah.' I asked, while grinding my ass against his
member, the already dripping precum lubbing the entrance to my man
hole.
'Yes......now Dale, I need it.......' My tongue and lips catching his
words before he finished. He wanted me. No, he needed me he said.
TO BE CONTINUED....