M2M Inspector in Los Angeles

These two guys who are just friends having sex…it’s what I wanna do with another guy. Giving and receiving head.

I want his cock in my mouth! These two male friends having sex with each other - that’s what I wanna do.

I like doing what these two guys are doing - giving head and/or a guy sucking me.

Is there any avg/trim/hwp/fit middle eastern guy who’s into m2m action and like asian men. This is my type of guy to play around with - buddy or booty call action.

To the tumblr guys who repost my pictures even though it’s from another Tumblr guy…thanks! This is my cock for Friday.

If you’re into m2m/m4m sex like I am I’m sure you’d like to have a nice hard dick before going to bed or out to party.

If you’re into m2m/m4m sex like I am I’m sure you’d like to have a nice hard dick before going to bed or out to party.

My m2m/m4m sex act that ran through my head today: I am being topped and the guy who is screwing me is about to be boinked. As I’m being screwed I’m using one of those Liberator pillows…still wanna try that sex toy out.

This guy…kinda looks like Kurt Warner and he’s the kinda guy I’d wanna get it on with.

Even though I’m no longer in school I still have m2m sex fantasies of having to be called in to the p.e. coaches office, teacher, principal, dean or headmaster’s office. Any p.e. coaches, teachers or prinicpals out there lookin’ for fun?

Here’s a story that I wish would happen to me:

Title: blowing the coach’s whistle part 1

Whenever I hook up with someone to play, the first time starts with a fantasy, and we both play roles I have established. Sometimes the fantasy is completely a conceived scenario, sometimes it is based on an exaggeration of a prior experience and how it could have gone. Helps to break the ice. Here’s one I like acting out…

In school gym class I always skipped the shower and just changed, because I was afraid of getting a boner in the shower.

As a freshman in college and having turned 18 before graduating high school, with the transition I had had hopes that the new people, environment etc. would get me over some of my hang-ups. Maybe I could act “cool” without people who knew me before to make feel uncomfortable. I had wishes, simple enough, to try and talk to girls with confidence, even swagger, drive real fast down the highway, back talk to bullies, and yeah, finally pee in the urinal and take a shower in the gym with other guys.

I had once seen a guy get a fat one while in the shower and remember how badly he got mocked. People kept laughing at him and I was terrified of having the same experience. I got boners all the time in class and during sporting events. I once was in 3 mile race and almost rubbed one out by running with a boner trapped in my jock strap, the head out and rubbing against my bare skin with every stride. Luckily the sweat and pre-cum blended and no one noticed. And when on the starting block of a swim meet, my knees would tremble as I felt the race between the blood flushing into my dick vs. the starting pistol. I once had the misfortune of having the starter pistol misfired 3 times and as my dick grew it luckily took the path of least resistance down the crease of my thigh and crotch as I remained bent over and it escaped public detection although no one knew why I stayed in starting position. The cold water rescued me from having everyone witness every vein on my dick through wet Lycra.

In freshman year we still had an obligatory gym class if you were not on a team, but the team guys still used the gym class for class credit and extra workout time…so it was like high school all over again. A lot of them were older than me and more developed muscularly, but by now I felt my cock was on the same level. I still didn’t shower, just switched out from the jock strap into my underwear, but the funk of 45 minutes of calisthenics -let alone the terminal stage of puberty-made me musky and I felt oily all the time.

I eventually decided that since I had a 30 minute study break after “Physical Maintenance 100” I would linger on the weights just until any potential teasers or witnesses were gone, and take a long lazy shower then.

Of course the coach was paying attention. He knew the pattern and, just like the drill sergeant in war movies yelling at fearful privates reluctant to parachute out the plane, would goad the insecure to “man up” and get in the shower with all the other men, and with nervous heads hung down, they would shuffle in and shower with eyes closed and facing the wall. But my timing strategy was working until he one day noticed that the shower was still running after everyone had left.

I would go in with my jock strap and then take it off, hang it and my towel by the opposite wall, and shower, completely relaxed. This time he was ready. He shouted at me and told me to come out. I wasn’t sure why, but the fear of embarrassment was higher than usual and as the adrenaline ran my cock grew. I felt it throb in pulses and bounce, like an ostrich’s neck swallowing oranges, and it pushed up against my navel. In the cover of steam and low lighting I ran to the other wall and it slapped against my body-I was rigid!-I pulled my strap back on and the head was still popping out on top. I dried off quickly with my back turned and after wrapping the towel around me, asked what was the matter, and he yelled at me again to get out.

“Are you alone in there?” he asked, and then peeked in, waving me out. “Yes,” I answered, confused and embarrassed. He led me to one of the benches and straddled it and motioned me to do the same. He lectured me about how I needed to “man up and get with the program” and asked me why I was not showering with everyone else, and since I was in college in a new town, I felt I could tell the truth.

“I’m afraid of getting hard in public by accident and getting made fun of,” I told him, and he asked “Do guys make you hard? Do they get you off?”

“Of course not!” I said and while it was true that I liked women, I had jacked off thinking about cocks. Probably everyone has. I had once seen out through the crack of the stall door an older man jacking off at a urinal and it had turned me on in a weird way and yes I started to rub one out right there, agonizingly slow and quiet. I still was learning to jack off, having more privacy now to experiment with masturbation, but I had no internet yet, and no videos, just magazines of busty bombshells in sticky pages from the 70’s and 80’s in the dormitory’s historical stashes that everyone borrowed from. I would stare and tremble as I tugged slowly, every sensory fragment sent from my dick exploding in my brain and usually I blue-balled myself as I had not yet achieved ejaculation. I did produce a huge amount of pre-cum, clear and soft lubricating, and as the threads of it dropped from purple, engorged glans I actually thought that crystal clear runny stuff was all that came out, and that I was just ejaculating slowly.

So he asked again: “Do guys get you hard? Does the way they look or smell get you off? Do you like dick?”

“Of course not!” I said again, and he leaned back, arms crossed, sighed, and said”Ok, then, get dressed. But for future reference this locker room closes on the hour and I’m not gonna have a bunch of punks back here scratching the paint on the walls and stalls with dirty jokes and phone numbers and other bullshit! You will be out when the rest are! Now get dressed!”-he repeated and he tore off my towel and pointed to the lockers.

“Holy dog shit!” he exclaimed as he looked at my dick sticking out the top of the jock strap, my legs straddling the bench like his. He acted like I had dynamite strapped to my chest and reached out and pulled me down onto the bench, on top of my towel where he had dropped it. I was scared and didn’t know what to do and desperately wanted to avoid trouble or worse still exposure, but this position was only making things worse. The exposed portion of my dick was pushing between my body and the towel, and my back was arched so that my but stuck up dragged my balls back out the bottom of the loose pouch of the strap, between my cheeks, and one of the cords was rubbing my asshole (I actually liked it when one of the straps moved in and would keep on grinding it in the weight room, unless I was running-too much friction) the other still at the left side of my ass.

“Does the smell turn you on? Is that why you are here in the locker room all hard? Answer me? Does this smell good?” he growled as scooted forward, and I could see between his legs-what supposedly he meant to be offensive smelled musky and like sex, just like my own underwear that I would sniff from time to time while attempting to jack off in my dorm room. I could see one of his balls in his “coach shorts” and his cock, peeking through the boxers into the flared leg of his ridiculous shorts. Inches away

And he held me there. Quiet. Down on the bench. As he continued to bemoan the situation he kept pushing my back down and the friction of my trapped cock produced a tunnel between my body and the wet towel lubed with a run of precum, and my butt started grinding ever so slightly against that cord.I wanted to get up and tell him to fuck off it, it was an accident, I was more embarrassed by it than he should be, but my dick felt like it was about to explode into space like a stick of dynamite and half of it was out.

And then it happened. His cock was growing. I could see it. He wasn’t circumcised like me, so I was fascinated-it looked just like the sex ed pictures or anatomy books. And the foreskin was slowly retracting over the moist red head, inching forward through the musty hair and along his thigh. My butt bounced as I ground my dick against the slippery towel-couldn’t help it, I was in that other state- and he scooted forward and put his crotch in my face.

“That the smell?” He tried to be gruff but he was much quieter now and sounded like he actually wanted an answer. I moaned “um humph” and his cock now was past the cuff of his shorts and as he leaned over me it slid to just before my mouth. He grabbed the jock strap strings and pulled them, elastic as they were, and let them snap back down on my ass. Not sure why (then) he did that, but the leaning kept progressing and soon his cock was in my mouth.

He stopped snapping the straps (which made me feel weird and a little frightened because I didn’t know how to react) and his head felt smooth and warm in my mouth, like a warm hardboiled egg, and it throbbed a little as it grew just a little more. It was just at my lips, a little past, and he said “if I feel any teeth you little whore I will slap you like the whore you are” and again he snapped the cords. He passed my lips and I padded the underside of his cock with my tongue and to make sure no teeth from above touched it I stuck my lips out and quickly found that a little suction kept them on the shaft and the teeth far away.

I had never heard about cocksucking. I thought sex was that women had sex in their vaginas and other than that men jacked off and that was the end of the variety of sex. So this was intriguing. I was getting really excited about my current situation and was feeling dizzy and wanting to know what to do next. I felt like a pioneer and that this was the first time this had ever been done and pride and excitement came over me.

As he scooted forward a little more he leaned his upper body back and started to thrust back and forth into my mouth and soon I had managed to catch the foreskin and keep it outside my lips, at other times suck it and pull it back and forth over the head. He groaned and moved even closer and between the aroma of his balls and the taste of precum (as I know it now) I was getting lost in it.

He now had his dick jumping in and out of my tight lips and the underside of his shaft running along on my tongue, and when he saw my hips bouncing as I thrust my dick against the slippery towel, he thought I was offering my ass. I wasn’t -I didn’t know that was an option yet-it didn’t matter. He held my hips down and leaned forward over my ass, and started to rub my asshole. First along the edges and it felt weird and exciting, but as he got more and more excited about my mouth he pushed a finger in, or at least tried, and I puckered up hard. Still I ground against his finger. He tried spit (I ‘m pretty sure) and when that failed he got up and pulled out of my mouth, reached into an open locker and pulled out a tube of some kind of paste or lotion. He put one long winding enthusiastic squirt on his his right palm and rubbed it around his hand, then suddenly plunged a curved finger in my ass and then pulled out and spread the rest on his dick in three quick grinding strokes.

That blue stuff was some menthol and peppery muscle sports cream and it burned both the inside and outside of my asshole like napalm and he immediately pulled his shoes and clothes off and made for a sink, howling, off to wash his dick in cold water and that useless smelly pink soap from the pump dispensers. I ran to a stall and without even closing the door took the most impressive shit I can remember. I had no idea that he did that by mistake and thought that was what the goal of this whole exercise was, but at this point I wanted no part of any more. The finger was interesting on the outside but this burning? No takers here.

I waited him out in the stall and wiped the burning cream off my ass but it still burned, and I slowly stroked for another 20 minutes, the trickles of precum spilling onto my hands as he got dressed, swearing, and left. Balls aching, I limped back to my dorm and slept it off.

All I could think about was the feel of that cock in my mouth.


Of course, there is more to come……

i like smooth and hairy bodies, i like bodies like this guy, woulda love to dive right in his crack and give him one helluva rim job while his throbbing hard dick is oozing a long stream of precum