Posts Tagged ‘young’

Sailors Will Be Sailors

Monday, December 31st, 2007

Young sailors discover they can have fun by themselves.

At 20 years old I was one of the oldest guys in the class. I had managed to squeeze in a couple of long Summers working and a year of college before I got pulled into active duty in the Navy Reserves. That is how I found myself here, in a moderate but old hotel room in Memphis, Tennessee, with another young, and horny, sailor.
We were stationed in Millington at the Naval Air Electronics training school, and this was the first time we had a chance, and the money, to go into town for the weekend.
We had found a few drinks, and hung out in a striptease joint for a few hours. We then went back to the hotel and sadly discovered that although hookers were plentiful, we didn’t have enough money to get one of us fucked, let alone both of us. So, we sat around, drinking beer and watching TV, no adult movie channels back then, and talking about girls and how horny we were.

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Phillip & Father Saunders

Friday, December 21st, 2007

A priest helps a sexually confused young man.

Phillip Williamson had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday and was eagerly anticipating his high school graduation only three short months away. Phillip was a normal high school senior, with some good friends and decent, yet not tremendous grades. He had already been accepted to San Jose State, not too far from his home, so school really wasn’t much of a concern for Phillip at the moment. His primary focus at the moment was finding a girl to take to the prom. Phillip really didn’t spend much time with girls since he had a nearly full-time job and had gone through a strenuous year of college prep tests and the tedious admittance process. So with the latter behind him, Phillip declared to himself he was “back on the market”.
Phillip was an attractive young man, with an average height and decent build. He also had an attractive set of baby blue eyes that complimented his smooth, silk hair. With these features, it wasn’t difficult at all for him to land a nice piece of ass. Yet, when after dating several throughout the end of February and early March, none, even a girl considered by many to be the school’s hottest, did anything for Phillip. It took him a long time to even get a hard on when he was sucking their tits.

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Older Friend Teaches Younger

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

30-something guy shows teen co-worker how to have fun.

Bob and Alan were co-workers at the local grocery store. Bob was in his 30s, and kept himself in good health. When young Alan came to the store, he could not deny the cute pup employment, and it turned out that the boy was a hard worker. The two became friends quickly. An activity that they shared was exercising. They went weekly to the gym to maintain their fit forms. Bob enjoyed studying his slim young friend’s body. Alan was 18, at the time, and was thin. His face was boyish, with big eyes, but also a dark goatee. He had black hair that reached his jaw line, which flopped around during his workout. He wore a tight old tee-shirt and a pair of skimpy running shorts. Bob was always stunned by Alan’s courage in wearing such revealing clothes. Bob himself wasn’t too shy either though, as he sported a tank top that showcased his nice pecs, and sweatpants revealing a large mound in his crotch. But Bob’s favorite thing about these workout sessions was the locker room. The two had always grabbed lockers next to one another, and Bob loved to steal glances at at Alan as he changed. First the boy would peel his sweaty shirt off, then drop his shorts. Bob was in heaven for those few moments that Alan was clad only in his tight, black briefs, his thin, toned body exposed to the older man. They never took showers there, but retreated to the privacy of their own homes for that purpose.

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Old Ike

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

Young man probes depths of Old Ike.

When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won’t quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather’s Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. “Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker’s my game.
I thought he said, “Checkers.” I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, “I was never much good at that game.”

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