ONE SHOT : qui sait aujourd'hui si on se rencontrait ? le désir d'homme d'un bout à l'autre de la terre, ici USA

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ONE SHOT : qui sait aujourd'hui si on se rencontrait ? le désir d'homme d'un bout à l'autre de la terre, ici USA

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c'est un rêve insensé mais :

"Un jour tu verras
On se rencontrera
Quelque part, n'importe où
Guidés par le hasard

Nous nous regarderons
Et nous nous sourirons
Et la main dans la main
Par les rues nous irons..."

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" Dans un gémissement et une poussée profonde il m'a rempli de ses jus. Ca, je l'ai ressenti comme une chose incroyable et encore inimaginable juste avant . Sa main ne cessant pas de caresser ma verge, je n'en pouvais plus et fus bien forcé de me laisser aller à éclater. Nous deux nous sommes effondrés sur le bois du parquet et avons mis plusieurs minutes à nous reprendre respirant lourdement et toujours sous l'emprise de nos peaux nues rapprochées.
"On se voit demain, hein ?" Il a dit en clignant de l'oeil et une claque sur le cul. Alors il s'est levé et a marché vers les vestiaires.
Moi je suis resté une seconde plus et me suis levé pour remettre mon speedo. J'ai rassemblé mes affaires et suis sorti.
Pendant plusieurs des mois suivants nous avons eu de nombreuses rencontres qui nous laissaient tous les deux à bout de souffle et désirant toujours plus. Bien trop tôt le groupe de natation s'est achevé et je ne l'ai plus jamais revu.

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Swim

It was the second week of swim practice during my junior year of High school. Let’s be honest I joined the team for more than just my love of swimming. I was a gay closeted boy who saw an opportunity to see hunky boys wearing nothing but skin tight Speedos, and I pounced on the chance to sign up.

First thing Monday morning Mike (coach) laid out what the week’s practices would look like, and who we would be swimming against. He split us up into different lanes. Before he sent us away to preform our drills he announced that we had a new team mate.

“Everybody I would like you to meet Ryan, our newest addition to the swim team.”

Whatever Coach said after that I didn’t hear because I couldn’t take my focus off of Ryan. Ryan was a senior who looked like he could have been a junior in college. Ryan matched my definition of perfection. Everything from his muscular arms, chiseled abs, to his toned calves begged for my attention.

As he walked in my direction I couldn’t keep my heart from racing. He stuck his hand out to shake mine. I grabbed it, and shook hands. His grip was strong, and commanding. He gave me a wink that made my knees shake.

“Let’s go.” He said indicating to our lane. “Would you like to lead or follow?”

“You can go first, I’ll follow” I replied. Secretly I just wanted to swim behind him so that I could stare at his body, and watch as his muscles moved to form the strokes.

I was able to distract myself enough to finish practice. Everyone else was already heading towards the locker rooms when Ryan, and I exited the pool.

“You two are the last ones out which means you guys get to clean up!” yelled coach from across the pool.

We flashed him a thumbs up, and he exited the pool deck.

As soon as the door clicked shut Ryan was standing right next to me smiling. Without saying a word he reached down and started rubbing my cock through my Speedo. As it began to grow he leaned in for a kiss. His sent filled my nose. It was intoxicating. His tongue entered my lips. Our tongues twisted and twirled around each other in a way that is only comparable to two lovers dancing the Tango.

In the meanwhile I was grabbing his THICK cock that was growing underneath his red Speedo. I broke away from his kiss, and began to reach my hand into his Speedo, and before I even realized what had happened I was on my knees level with his massive fuck rod.

“You want this cock?” He asked while he slapped my check with it.

“Yes!” I replied desperately.

In an instant his cock was in my throat choking me. I couldn’t take it. It was too big, but he didn’t care he wanted me to choke! Finally he let me up for air, but he wasn’t done with me yet.

In a split second he had my speedo around me knees. He spit on his cock, and in one hard thrust he plunged it all the way inside me. It hurt, but it was wonderful, and we both knew that it’s what I wanted. He pounded me harder, and harder. I almost couldn’t take it. I pushed up against his force, and felt his hand come around my body, and begin to stroke my cock to the rhythm of his hips. Our breathes deepened, and he was getting close. His thrusts where becoming, faster, harder, and deeper, and I could feel his cock beginning to swell.

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With a moan, and one deep thrust he filled me with his juices. It felt incredible. I couldn’t take it any longer, with his hand still stroking my cock I exploded. We both collapsed onto the pool deck and laid there for several minutes breathing heavily, and caressing each other’s naked bodies.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with a wink and a slap on the ass. He got up and walked towards the locker rooms.

I laid there for a second more, and got up to replace my speedo. I gathered my things, and walked out.

Over the next several months we had numerous encounters that let left us both breathless, and craving more. All too soon swim team was over, and I didn’t see him anymore. I still think about our encounters. And imagine what would happen if we saw each other today. Who knows maybe someday I will find out?

Straight Guys Messing AroundWhen I was sitting on my sleeping bag on the floor, and he was on his bed, Iasked him, “Are you sure you want to go through with this tomorrow? We’llhave to set the alarm for 9.30.” He said, “Would you mind? I mean, wouldit bother you?” “No not at all.” “Yeah, okay then.”We talked about how best to do it. We decided that being caught sleepingtogether wouldn’t really incriminate him - we might have been so pissed thatwe just collapsed onto his bed together. "How about if I pretend to suckyou off, Seb?“ he said. "She’d just see me kneeling on the floor with myhead at your waste level, bobbing around a bit…” I found this quitefunny. “How do you mean - I mean, where will I be?” I asked. He explainedagain but I insisted on a rehearsal.I got on the bed in a kneeling position and he kneeled on the floor in frontof me. He put his head into my lap, his face pressed up to the front of myred briefs, and then moved his head in and out. Again I found this quiteamusing. “This will look totally ridiculous. She’ll fucking piss herselflaughing when she sees this.” He said, “Yeah, the pants don’t quite work,do they?” My main problem had actually been the obviously staged positionthat we were in, but I suggested that I could take off the briefs, if hethought it would help. I must tell you that at this point I still wasn’t atall aroused by this - I am fundamentally straight - and didn’t have ulteriormotives.I pulled off my briefs, and my t-shirt, saying, “It’s important that shecan’t see my cock.” “Yeah - it’ll be kind of embarrassing to you,” he said. "Well it’s not that,“ I went on, "I couldn’t actually care what she sees -but she’ll kind of wonder what the fuck we’re doing if she sees I’m limp andit’s not wet from your mouth”.I knelt on the bed again, now naked. My cock hung over the top of my balls,about 4 or 5 inches. I saw Ed take a look at it but I put this down to thefact that, as a blond guy, I have light brown pubic hair which looks a bitweird until you’re used to it. I also thought he might be looking at mybody because I play a lot of basketball now, which I never played at school,and so I’m in much better shape than I was when he knew me at school.Again, he pressed his face into my crotch, his chin touching my cock. Ifelt slightly embarrassed at this point, because I’d never had a guy withhis face so close to my cock. I’ve been naked in front of loads of guys inlocker rooms and showers and that’s never bothered me. But here was my matebreathing in the smell of my pubic hair, and it felt a bit weird. I was abit afraid he’d be totally repulsed by it and do a“what-the-fuck-are-we-doing” routine, but he didn’t. He bobbed his headagain, his chin catching my hanging dick as he moved in and out.It occured to me how hot we must look in this position. Here we were, twoguys at around 20 years old, both slim, tall and with reasonably attractivefaces, appearing to have sex together. Ed has short black hair and is about6'2". I am blond, my hair being a bit longer than his, and am about 6 feettall. My body, unlike Ed’s, is fairly hairless - I have a slight fuzz ofhair on my chest but nothing substantial.After a few seconds of pretending to give me a blow job, he pulled away. "Idon’t think it’s that convincing" he said. "I mean, when she comes in, thefirst thing I would do would be to look over at her, kind of surprised Iguess…“ He paused to giggle at the idea of this, then continued, "andshe’d notice that your cock was soft.” "I guess she’d have to conclude thatyou aren’t so good at giving head,“ I said.I decided to be bold - the scenario involving Ed sucking me off was gettingus nowhere. "What if I blow you?” I said. “I’ll sit on the bed and youstand up in front of me. That way, when she comes in you can turn yourhead, do the shocked routine, and never show her your cock.” He liked thisidea so he stood up in front of me. He pulled his t-shirt up, exposing hisbelly with its thick black line of hair disappearing into his underpants.His briefs were white with thin dark blue stripes. I remember thinking thathis cock looked big inside them, even though it was clearly limp, andfeeling a bit worried about the idea of putting my face near it. However, Ipretended to be cool about it all and moved forward to pretend to give himhead.I nuzzled my face into his crotch, feeling his cock through the material ofhis briefs against my nose. The bell of it was close to my lips and hisballs pressed into my chin - I could feel each of them on either side of it. Like Ed, I moved my face away and towards his crotch. I could smell hisbriefs - they smelled quite strongly of piss, actually. That wasn’t aturn-off, exactly, it was just kind of unexpected. The smell was totallydifferent from the pissy smell I’d sometimes noticed around girls’ pussies -stronger, sharper and definately “male”. There was also a smell of sweat,but this wasn’t so strong.I became aware, as I bobbed in and out from his underpants feeling mildlyridiculous, that I ought to be doing something with my hands. I thought,“What do girls do with their hands when they’re sucking me off?” andrealised that I ought to be holding onto his butt. So I said, “I reckon Ineed to show a bit more willing, Eddie boy…” and gripped on to his arse.Each of my hands cupped one of his butt cheeks, the fingers pointing upwardsand inwards. Out of habit, I started pushing my fingers into his crack, andthen remembering it was a guy I was with, stopped myself. I must say that Ireally liked the feel of his arse. I’m definately a butt-guy - it’s alwaysmy favorite part of a girl - and I was interested at how different Ed’s rearfelt from any girl I’d been with. I’d noticed that guys tend to havebroader and shorter bums than girls, but had obviously never felt one indetail. It felt much more muscular and rounder than a girl’s arse and yetsurprisingly soft. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was enjoyinggroping his butt, but I just casually moved my hands around his cheeks, kindof kneeding them through the thin material of his briefs.Ed broke my thoughts by pulling back and saying that this was definatelyworking. "If I keep my arse towards the door,“ he went on, "she won’t seeanything of my cock.” "What about when you turn around?“ He shrugged andhad a go of turning around. His middle-body also turned slightly and Ipointed out that she might see his limp cock as he did so. "Naah,” he said,“there’s no way - it’s totally hidden.” "Only because your t-shirt is sobaggy.“ He pulled it off, exposing his lightly haired chest. Ed didn’t doa lot of exercise, but his chest was nicely proportioned and since,irritatingly, he didn’t seem capable of gaining weight, he looked quiteattractive.He stood there now in just his underpants. This was the first time I’dreally looked at a guy wearing only his briefs and I must admit I was kindof interested by the way he looked. Not so interested that I had to concealmy cock - but interested enough to be aware that it would be starting tothicken up if I wasn’t in a seated position. Ed’s cock really filled hisstripy briefs well - it was pointing down and its shape against his ballswas clear. The room was dimly lit but I noticed that the lower part of hisbriefs were slightly more yellow than the upper part. No wonder I couldsmell his piss - looked like he hadn’t taken them off in about three days.He stood in front me and practiced turning towards the door. As he did so,I got an all-round view of his cock and balls inside his briefs. I had toadmit to myself that he looked quite beautiful in his well-fittingunderpants. I didn’t think of this as homosexual: I am happy enough with mysexuality to admit that I find some other guys attractive withoutnecessarily wanting to have sex with them.Anyway, Ed said, "Let’s try it again, Seb. Dress rehearsal.” I didn’t knowwhat he meant by “dress rehearsal” until he bent to pull off his briefs.Before I knew it he was standing in front of me, his limp but weighty cockhanging over his hairy balls, waiting for me to go through the fake blow jobmotions. His cock was a bit bigger than mine while limp and I noticed thathis foreskin was pulled back slightly, revealing a little of his piss slitand bell end. Above it was a thick bush of dark pubic hair - much thickerthan mine. In fact, I kind of envied his equipment - it looked so much moresubstantial than my own.I moved forward on the bed, and again pushed my face towards his groin. Thesmell without his underpants was different - again it was a very “male”smell, but now it was more subtle and less like a gents toilet. "Suck mycock, man,“ he said, without any seriousness, and thrust his crotch into myface. Again I grabbed his butt cheeks, and I was now aware of how hairythey were - again, this was quite interesting. He kept thrusting in amock-sexual way and each time he did it his cock smacked me in the mouth,the exposed part of his bell hitting my lower lip. I could feel the musclesof his arse tensing to thrust and I worked my fingers slightly into his arsecrack, feeling that it was quite damp in there.Without saying anything, he moved his hands round to the back of my head andheld it, continuing to thrust his weighty cock into my face. Licking mylower lip between thrusts, I tasted the slightly salty taste of the end ofhis cock. The hair on his balls, also very thick, tickled my chin and wasgetting up my nose. Again it smelled interesting - I was thinking that thiswas how my own cock must smell.He said, "So she comes in…” and turned his upper body towards the door.His cock stayed firmly in my face and I stared at the dark bush of pubichair above it. Then he said, “Can you see the door, Seb?” I said, “No I’vegot your cock in my face, if you hadn’t noticed.” He said, “Success,methinks. If you can’t see her, she can’t see what you’re doing - or not,as the case may be.” I took my hands away from his arse and he backed off.He crouched in front of me and we looked at each other. My legs wereslightly open and he looked at my cock, still limp and hanging down betweenmy legs, the end touching his duvet. I looked at his cock, thinking that itlooked a little bigger and stood out slightly further than it had when hefirst peeled off his briefs.After thinking about it, he said, “Turn around” "Why?“ "No just turnaround - you might be grossed out if I tell you.” I guess I looked a bitquizzical because he added, “it’s not that bad - honestly!” So I turnedaround on his bed, kneeling, showing him my arse. He said, “What do youthink she’d think if she saw me doing this to you…” He pushed my backdown towards the wall and the bed, explsing more of my bum, and I felt hisbreath against the lower part of my arse crack. Then he moved his head backand forth again, kind of like he was giving a blow job to my arse. Now Ifelt the end of his nose push into my crack every time he bobbed forwards.“Well I can’t really see what you’re doing,” I said. “But it feels a bitweird. What’s it supposed to be?” "I’m rimming you,“ he replied, "or atleast pretending to.” "Uh?“ "Gay guys lick each other’s butts. I heardthat somewhere. It’s called rimming. I reckon it would look convincing.”Again he pushed his face into my butt, and now I felt his lips against mycheeks, right near my arsehole. I liked the feeling - his lips were warmand soft and I could feel his breath tickling the hair in my arse crack.Despite what I’d said, I knew about rimming and liked doing it to mygirlfriends. I’d always wanted one to do it to me, but they get kind ofweird about arse stuff. “I don’t think it would be that obvious to her whatyou’re doing. Maybe if I got up and squated down…” He didn’t object so Igot up and, with my feet on the edge of his matress, I squated down and bentforwards with my hands against the wall, aware that I was now exposing a lotmore of my arse crack to him and wondering what he’d do. My cock and ballshung down between my legs and he could probably see it through my legs. Ihoped it wasn’t obvious to him that my cock, though not sticking out, wasquite significantly larger than it had been when I was sitting on the bed.He said, “Yeah that’s a hell of a lot better.” Then he giggled and said,“Nice ringpiece,” and kind of ran his finger around my arsehole. Thisreally turned me on and yet feeling that way sort of chilled me, causing meto wonder why the hell I was doing this with another guy. Ed, oblivious tomy issues, re-applied his mouth to my arse. This time his lips surroundedmy arse hole, being more firmly planted against my cheeks than before, and Icould feel the heat of his breath against my anus. He seemed to enjoy justbreathing in while his head was so near to my bum - I guess he liked thesmell of my arse. He laughed again - he seemed not to be taking this tooseriously - and said, “Don’t fucking fart, Seb, will you?” Then he said,“Sorry - I got closer than I thought that time. I got spit around yourarse.” Again, he applied his finger and swept it up and down my arse crack,spreading the beads of spit and moistening it. He seemed totallycomfortable about touching my anus and his finger kept running over it as hemoved it up and down. This was really exciting me: my face felt red and mycock was now hard and feeling desperately in need of attention.I desperately wanted Ed to rim me: to stick his tongue into my butthole andlick and suck and push it in and out. But I couldn’t exactly say this. Heseemed to be enjoying it too, but he kept laughing and making jokes so maybein his eyes this was just two drunk straight lads pissing about.After a few seconds - but it seemed like a lot longer - he stopped and,sniffing his finger, said, “Stay like that - what do you think of us puttingon the full works for her?” I had to stay in my crouching position anywaybecause if I moved he would see my hard on. It’s not something I can easilyhide, being about nine inches long when I’m stiff. He stood up and gotbehind me. He pressed his cock against my wet arse, sort of wedging it inmy crack like a hot dog sausage, and made thrusting movements. His cock,still mostly limp I presume, was sliding up and down my ass crack. Hegripped my hips and let out a sudden laugh. "What the fuck would she do ifshe saw this? She’d fuckin’ freak.“I was feeling slightly uncomfortable with this. Here I was, bending over onmy mate’s bed, having him work his dick against my butt crack. Thisshouldn’t really be happening! But I kept thinking, "Maybe this is not soweird - we’re just pissing about really.” But it seemed that Ed was reallygetting into it. He held onto my waste and was clearly enjoying using mybum cheeks to jerk himself off. I moved my head downward so that I couldcheck the state of his cock through my legs. I could see his balls bouncingup and down behind my balls. That looked kind of cool - his dark bushyballs, hanging low and jumping about right behind my own light brown,lightly haired and more solid ball sac. My own cock was a bit softer thanit had been when Ed had been pretending to rim me, but it still stood uptowards my belly button. I could see glimpses of Ed’s cock as it slid upand down my crack: it was now definitely thicker than before and from thefeel of it against my butt, it was very hard.As I watched, Ed took one hand off my waist and moved his cock so that theend of it pressed against my butthole. I could feel it pushing rightagainst my most sensitive spot and - unexpectedly - it felt fantastic.There was no doubt that he was fully hard. Without saying anything, hereplaced his hand on my waist and then started thrusting again, sort ofjabbing his dick against my hole. Each time he pushed, the tip of his cockhit a different spot around my anus and I felt prickling sensations race upmy spine. I don’t know if he noticed but I opened my legs a bit more andpushed my bum out further towards him. I just wanted to feel more of hiscock teasing my hole.One of the jabs caused him to push the end of his cock right into the middleof my hole and, I guess since it was so damp down there from his spit andprecum, the tip of his cock pushed its way into my arse. He waited a fewseconds, totally still, with maybe half an inch of his cock inside me. Thiswas all too much to me - for the first time my body was being invaded by thecock of another guy and I didn’t know whether to enjoy the tinglingsensations that were making me feel so fucking horny, or whether to feeldisgusted with myself for getting into this and liking it.I guess Ed decided he’d given me enough of a chance to opt out and after afew seconds he continued pushing his dick into my rear. It felt so painful- remember I’d had no proper lube - that I cried out and pulled away: “Whoa,whoa. That’s too fucking painful.” His cock kind of popped out of my buttwith a weird sucking sound - now we neither of us could pretend that ithadn’t actually been in there. My ass felt so good after the intrusion - itwas still tingling and making me feel so hot that I desperately wanted tomasturbate to relieve it.I turned around to face him, kneeling on the bed with my body upright. Ed’scock - now looking impossibly big - curved upwards, the foreskin pulledfully back and the bell an angry purple-red colour. The end was quite wet -probably a combination of his precum and my bumsweat, I guess. I think itwas probably longer than mine, but it’s difficult for me to judge since Idon’t often see a hard cock face-on. I must admit that I found his erectionslightly intimidating - I’d never been around another guy while he was in astate of lust and the size and curve of Ed’s large cock seemed to demandgratification.Ed looked my my cock, in a similar state of course, and maybe the samethoughts were going through his head. It seemed weird, the two of us guysfacing each other with our hard cocks poking out from our bodies. I think Iwas saying to myself, Come on Seb - where’s the tits? Where’s the pussy?What the fuck are you going to do with this guy?Ed said, “I guess it looks more convincing if we’re hard…” I figured thatto be a bit lame under the circumstances. I looked back at his dick andthought, oh what the hell.I replied, “Look, Eddie. If you want to fuck me, you can. But I want tofuck you too. To see how it feels”. Even as I was saying this, I wasimmediately wishing that I wasn’t. Just in case I’d somehow misunderstoodthe situation.He stared at me. His face was very red and he looked as if his forehead wasbeaded with sweat. He looked back towards my cock, still rock solid andcurving up towards him. He said, “Yeah, all right. I guess I’ve alwayswondered what it would be like. And we’re mates - there’s no strings…”I said, “I’m gonna need another beer, though.”by Sebastian Wallace at Nifty.org

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