Frat Pics (and videos!)

There is more to life than sex. That perfect relationship between two people, founded on love and trust is far better than recreational sex. But when I was 28 years old that perfect relationship ended for me. I guess I wasn't really heart broken, but at the same time I couldn't bring myself to even think about looking for another boyfriend. My thoughts were if what I thought was the perfect relationship failed, then all others would as well. I had spent a year alone and masturbation was getting pretty old. So I thought if I could have any guy just for sex, who would it be. I decided that I wanted a cute little blond boy, with a perfect body. So I got on the net and found this personal ad for this guy who had just turned 18 and was looking for a "man." We traded some e-mail and I made it clear to him that I was just looking for good, clean, safe sex and nothing more.

We settled on a time and place to meet and I waited one night in front of a grocery store for him to get off work. This young guy came out to smoke; as he stood there he studied the parking lot and looked straight at me. Then he put out the cigarette and walked my car, opened the passenger door and jumped in the seat. "Hey are you Jimmy?" he asked.

It was the day that I had been waiting for for a long time. It was the day that I would sleep at Gavin's house. We were spending the day together, me, him and three other friends and then we were going to stay at his house, cos his folks were away and then go out the following day too.

I have been obsessed with men's underwear as far back as I can remember. My first pair ever came from a friend of my folks. Ray was married to Tessa. Tessa was Mum's workmate and we would go there for BBQ's in summer. I was about 18 yrs old at the time. I remember being obsessed with Ray. He would have been in his very early 30's at the time. He played rugby league with my Dad and they were drinking buddies at our local.

Jeff and Mike were friends. They'd known each other for the last year or so, and had started hanging out together. They had met the year before on the swim team, and it was then that Jeff first developed his crush on Mike.

It had started in the locker room, while changing into their Speedos. Jeff watched Mike strip off his jeans and shirt, and got instantly hard at the sight of this tall, goodlooking boy standing in front of him in his boxer shorts. He had to wait before changing. It was then that Jeff first began to develop his plan.

Last summer I was forced by my parents to go visit my grandmother, who lives about a 150 miles north of my city. I was to stay for a week and then join my folks for a vacation in the mountains. Well, I thought, this'll give me some quiet time for some real good long wanks, so I packed up some clothes, my favorite porno movie and a full bottle of lub and left. And my grandma's nice, besides - always goes to bad early and once she's asleep, you can have the whole house on your disposition. When I got there, she was kinda happy to see me and I was happy to be away from home too. We were having dinner when she told me she has invited some of my cousins over to her place, so that we can spent some time together. Damn, I knew my aunt was living in the same town, but I didn't expect to have company for the whole week. I was pissed off - my plans for a wank marathon were ruined. That night I didn't go to sleep untill about 2 in the morning - I jacked myself off for hours, shooting cum all over the place: in the bath tub, on the floor, in my pajamas. I finished myself up three times in 4 hours and finally, when the whole room smelled like cum, I went to sleep. Actually, it turned out that only one of my cousins was coming to see me for a coupla days. He was my aunt's oldest son - 19 at that time (I was 17) and the last time I saw him was on Thanksgiving about 5 years ago. He was a skateboarder and a very nice guy. He came at noon and occupied the couch in the living room, although the room next to mine was available. I was to realize later why he didn't want to have people around him at night.

The changing rooms were quiet by the time that I had finished my workout, everyone else had already showered and gone home. I collapsed on one of the benches. After a short while I made my way towards my locker. All the contents clattered to the floor as soon as I opened the door. I bent down, collected them all up and put them on the nearest bench.

As I pulled my towel from the pile, I suddenly became aware of the sound of footsteps. I turned and jumped as a guy walked out from behind the lockers. I recognised him as another guy who worked out sometimes when I was there, but that was all I knew about him.

Tim saw this and got excited himself. They next moved towards the chest press. Tim lay down and got a good grip on the bar. Jared walked towards the head of the press and became the spotter. Jared was very close to Tim and Tim's eyes were right up Jared's shorts. Tim smelled the nice aroma of Jared and Jared got very hard, his dick began to grow and his head even popped down out of his shorts. The dick head was only inches away from Tim's closed mouth. Tim saw this and licked it. Jared was surprised by this and the bar slipped a little making it wobble. Tim set the bar down and both smiled with big erections showing through their shorts.

During the whole process of Tim's exercising, Jared had broken a little sweat as well and said "hey im going to go shower". Both men went back to the lockerroom and as they started to undress Tim couldn't help but reach over and touch Jared's body..

I was at school, MSU in East Lansing Michigan...in a bookstore I observed a very young man (probably 18) pretending not to be interested in the adult and gay magazine section that featured hot studs.........naked......but soft porn only. He very discreetly purchased two magazines and quickly tucked them into a paper bag.

When he left the bookstore, I began to follow him from maybe 200 feet behind.

He was not at all unattractive, but he was a guy who didn't realize his beauty or try to accentuate it. Watching him from behind I realized that he had a very cute face and ass. He had sandy colored curly hair. He wasn't very tall....maybe 5, 9".

He began to sense I was following him and eventually doubled back; he now was following me. I took the short cut through the wood paths in the preserved area behind the dormatories.

I returned home from my stay in the Air Force. It would be some time before I could find an apartment and get a job to support myself, so I was staying at my parent's house. While I was gone, my brother had my bedroom to himself and my single bed was sold. My sister had the other room and I therefore had to sleep on the sleeper sofa bed in the living room. On one morning I had stayed out very late the night before and was sleeping in. My father had taken the rest of my family to the beach. When I woke up, I was blessedly alone. Just then I had this raging hardon, the morning piss hardon, just pressing against the mattress.

Morning broke upon Clarion NC. Students at the state college were waking in the six dorms on campus. In the one all male dorm two young men were waking, in the same bed.

"Goodmorning sunshine." Ashton said to his roomie.

Tony, the goodlooking 21 year old quarterback of the school's football team, lie naked next to him.

"Last night, did we do what I think we did?" The studly man asked.

"Don't worry man, I wont tell anyone. I know you were hurting a lot after Susan left you."

The College soccer team was at a tornament and we were playing the next day. The coach was pairing us up into rooms so we could sleep well before the big game. I was paired with a guy on the team that I wasn't particularly friendly with. He was openly gay, and I was still hiding my homosexuality. (I am gay in real life too)

Have u ever wanted to be in an orgy? I gotta admit I always wanted to try it and not long ago u could say I had my chance at the whole group sex thing ;).... We had all been out drinking an u could tell everyone was pretty horny, the beer had been flowing and the lewd an dirty jokes were flying. There were 6 guys, one after the other we started jacking each other off then before i got a chance to think about it some dude was sucking down on my cock while 3 others were having a go at his!! it was full on, everyone was sucking everyone, some show off guy was even sucking his own cock!!! I've tried to do that but I just can't get the head in my mouth....

I saw Adam my first day of classes at college. It was a hot, late-summer day, and I had spent nearly an hour watching guys on the plaza near the student union. I was feeling dazed from looking at all the hot male bodies on display. Guys here are a lot less inhibited about showing off their muscles in public than the guys back in Utah where I grew up, and I was like a kid in a candy store, I wanted one of everything, and two or three of at least half of them.

It was my third year away at college and the football team was being
moved into a new dorm this year. Unfortunately, the building was one of the older
ones on campus and I assumed my room would likely needed some sprucing, so I
decided to arrive a little early this year. Football practice sessions would
be starting in another week and I wanted my dorm room settled in prior to
those physically draining practices. As I pulled into the newly paved parking lot
there were several cars already there. I parked, went to my trunk and took
out two handfuls of cleaning stuff, and headed to the dorm.

"God damn it Ferguson, just what does it take to get your attention out
there anyway?"

Coach Bowers was pissed and I guess he had every right to be. We had just
lost a game we should have won and we lost it through a series of really
stupid mistakes and, as he said, not paying attention. It was a lousy end
to a lousy season and now we had just one game left -- the biggest game of
all: the Alumni Homecoming game against Crocket.

"Don't yell at me, Coach. I tried. All of us did but it just..."

"Ferguson," he spun around and glared at each one of us. "All of you.
Let's get a few things straight around here. First of all, as a ball team
you stink! Ferguson here couldn't hit the God damned ball if his mother
threw it to him..."

When I was a freshman in college, I got invited to a party at a
fraternity house. I considered this a big deal, because the legal
drinking age was 21 and I was still just 19, and I'd never even been
drunk before, yet alone, had a cock in my mouth or a man in my ass or...

The locker room echoed with the hollow sound of a single shower left running. All the other football players had quickly showered, dressed, and left for home. All but Court Foster. He had taken his time showering and now sat on the bench before his locker, slowly massaging his soar feet and calves. He was in no hurry, and he relaxed in the silence of the room.
Around the corner, the locker room entrance opened with a squeak, and Court quickly gathered the loose towel back snug around his waist. "Hey coach; Steve," Court said as the pair walked past his row of lockers. They were finishing some discussion about Steve's last-minute touchdown throw that won the game. Steve nodded as he the coach finished, and then Steve headed for his own locker down the row from Court's.

Nearly everyday I would stare at the man's ass. It was perfect. It fit his
frame, and damn if it didn't make his jeans look great. He was the
Quarterback of our local High School team. The one everyone wanted to be
noticed by, even me. He was perfect, maybe too perfect, with light brown
hair, brilliant smile, dazzling green eyes. He stood just at 5'10", 200lbs,
broad shoulders, stocky build, but with speed. You ordinarily might have
thought him a tight end, or even defensive back, but his arm was golden, and
he knew how to play the strategies.

In the back of Danny Phillips mind he couldn't believe he was going to do
this, but in the front of his mind the 20 year-old college boy was psyched to
have been selected to represent his fraternity, Alpha Pi, in the Alpha Male
contest against their rival fraternity, Alpha Delta. It really wasn't a selection
of choice as it was a selection by default. The pledge with the biggest cock
from each fraternities pledge class was automatically their fraternity's
champion. Danny, measuring in at nine and three quarter inches was going to defend
Alpha Pi's three-year winning streak.

Back in college, there was a favorite old gym, near the mammoth college
football stadium on campus. This building was a favorite haunt, as it was
old and not crowded at all, so it wasn't difficult to find opportunities
for some hot sex with other guys. Talk about a multi-purpose building!

My favorite episode was when I found the small men's room located near the
backstage of the building's auditorium - which also adjoined the gymnasium.
I found it quite by accident one day after an instructional volleyball
class, and figured I would try it out some time.

The Department of Sport Facilities and Campus Recreation ran several premier
sport facilities for both intercollegiate athletics and campus recreation.
Buildings included Robert C Clark Hall on the east side of the campus, a
single-storey facility that housed men's and women's locker rooms, two
basketball courts, a complete weight room/fitness center, and a fully
matted, 45' by 80' wrestling room used for wrestling practice as well as
aerobics and martial arts. The men's locker room was off the wrestling room.
Clean and bright, it had a steam room at one end of a long corridor lined
with showers.

When I got in to college, I decided to enter the school's football team. I
went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at
four O' clock.

At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall... blond...
muscular... handsome... a very nice sight. Then I started to look around,
and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. I had
a fairly thin but toned body, and my big round ass is what girls say they
like best, but the team members had all big round muscles. There were all
types of guys from blond to black, tall and short, handsome and not too
handsome, but all of them were very muscular. And since they were all
training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.

The coach approached me and told me to stay at the bench and check the
team to see if it was what I expected. So I stayed there until the team
finished their workout.

It was finally soccer season again, and Marcus was ready for it. He
had been working out in the summer to keep in shape, but soccer was what he
really lived for. The sun, the excitement, the workout.. and SO many
guys. Marcus had known for a while that he liked guys a lot, but he wasn't
gay or anything. He still liked girls in a romantic way, but sexually, he
was all for cock. He jacked off night after night with the thought of the
guys on the team feeling the same way.

The week wore on slowly, now that Marcus had something to look
forward to. Practices weren't anything beyond the usual, and neither was
anything else. But finally, Friday rolled around, and Marcus was on his way
over to John's house.
He lived in the richer area of the city, so he had a huge, ritzy
house. It was two stories with an attic and a basement, and had huge
columns on the façade. Marcus stepped out of the car, grabbed his bag,
thanked Ryan's dad for the ride, and walked up to the door. When Ryan
caught up, Marcus rang the doorbell, and John welcomed them in. They were
to be staying in the basement for the night, so he directed them down the
stairs to put their things down.

We were back on the bed watching the movie again. By now, the stud's butt
was a deep, deep red. You could heard his quick, shallow breaths in between
each smack of the paddle and his strained counting and thanking. The
strokes were coming less quickly, but just as forcibly. I didn't realize
it, but I was almost in a trance, fixed on the screen. I was rock hard
again and gently rubbing my cock. I forgot all about Mike being there. I
didn't understand why I was so excited by seeing a person apparently in
pain. Then, the next stroke of the paddle came down and then the next, as
the coach picked up speed. The stud was groaning animalistically, then he
started jerking uncontrollably. The coach stopped paddling him and the
other guys helped him stay on the bench. The camera panned to his cock,
which was swollen almost as red as his now tender butt and jutting out like
a lance. Come was spewing out like a fountain, landing on the bench and his
declined torso. I didn't feel so weird after seeing that. The guy,
actually, was getting off to it. Apparently, so was I. I came back to
reality and remembered where I was and with whom and what we just did. Mike
must've liked it, too, since he was hard and fondling himself.

I'd seen Vernon a thousand times at the gym and hadn't given the
brotha a second thought. But when I bumped into him in the showers the
other day and saw him naked for the first time I couldn't think about
anything else but him. Or should I say that long, thick piece of dark
meat that swayed heavily between his legs. I was sure ole boy had caught
me staring while we showered but he didn't say anything and neither did I.

"This is good shit, man!" Eric said, handing me the joint. We had just
finished watching the game on TV, and were kicking back in his living
room. It was "girls night out" for Julie and Stephanie, meaning the 2
of us got to do our own thing too. Neither of our girlfriends was into
sports or smoking pot, so the occasional girls-night-out worked out
perfectly for Eric and me.

I took a deep hit, and held it in for as long as I could. "I wonder what
they're up to tonight" I said, exhaling.

"Probably the usual... bitching about us." At this we both laughed.

Eric was sitting in his armchair a few feet away from me, wearing only in
his boxers. The pot was slowly having its effect on me, making me feel
very warm. It was wintertime, and the heat in the apartment was turned up
pretty high. I stood up from the sofa and started taking my jeans and
t-shirt off. "You mind?" I asked.

I was staying with my aunt and uncle for the weekend, on my way to
see friends out on the coast. It was a hot May Sunday afternoon when I was
playing a game of one-on-one with my cousin Trevor. He ran at me, trying to
get the ball when I wasn't looking and tripped. He landed on top of me, his
smooth sweat polished skin sweltering against the damp curls of my chest.
At 19, he'd grown up to be a hot little fucker; lean, hard body - a
distance runner. I grabbed the tight cheeks of his ass, well hidden in his
baggy shorts, and ground his crotch into my suddenly hard erection. He
wriggled and pushed at me, trying to get away so I wouldn't feel the
rhythmic throbbing of his stiff cock. I held steady.

I was cruising around near the mall one day, just driving around, trying to
find some other guys to race. Pulling out from a side street, I noticed this
guy in an Infiniti G20, right behind me, doing a double-take. If you drive a
car with the steering wheel on the other side, you kinda get used to the
looks. I only look back when the guy is hot, and this one definitely was.

I pulled up in front of the mall, the guy in the Infiniti right on my ass. I
looked in the rear-view mirror and he looked at me, trying to get my
attention. I lifted my chin up, giving him that cocky half-nod that car guys
give each other. When the way ahead was clear, I pulled across the street
and into a parking lot. He pulled his Infiniti up right next to me. Because
my steering wheel was on the other side of the car, we really WERE right
next to each other.

I figured it'd be a week or two until I heard from Jared again, if ever. So
I was surprised when he sent me a text message on my cell phone the next
night saying Dude, call me when you get this, k?

So I called him, feeling my cock stirring in my pants as I remember how he'd
fucked me the night before. I'd loved the feeling of his long cock up inside
me, and how full I'd felt after he'd shot his spunk up my ass. I reached
down and kneaded my cock through my pants as I listened to the phone ring.

Wrestling practice started, and it was a pain, but a necessary
evil. The good points were watching all the naked dudes after
practice, and knowing Bobby would do whatever I asked him, he
practically begged for my dick now, and of course, I enjoyed giving
it to him frequently. We would meet before school, during the school
day at lunch, and after school for sex. We would frequently fuck or
suck after wrestling practice, and stay overnight at each others house.

From the time I was old enough to know what an erection was, I have worshipped jocks. I knew at a very young age that I loved self-confident, arrogant men, and I knew that I felt a certain excitement when I was in the presence of guys like this. Even though the type of guys that I idolized so much did not ever even give me the time of day, I still secretly worshipped them. I would get a boner sometimes just looking at a hot, cocky jock.

When I was a high school junior there was one jock in particular that I secretly idolized. His name was Tim, but everyone called him TJ. He was like a total god to me, the absolute-perfect man of my dreams. Not only was TJ active in just about every sport, he also was incredibly hot looking. He maintained a perfectly chiseled physique, was tall, broad-shouldered, and blonde. He kept his hair cut really short and always wore the coolest clothes. He was the type of guy who wouldn't hesitate to peel off his shirt on a summer day as he walked down the street. He had an air of confidence about him that few people had the balls to challenge.

TJ's day had not gone well. He had blown a test, screwed up in
practice again and now was having to run laps as he had missed so many
free-throws. The coach had chewed him out and told him to start running and
now he was finally on his last lap.

His hair was plastered to his head with sweat. His shirt clung to his damp
chest. His legs ached from doing so much running and his feet hurt too. It
just had not been a good day or even a good week.

TJ's girlfriend had dumped him on Monday. being dumped was what had
probably blown his test and probably why he couldn't make a basket
worth shit. He was blaming all of his problems on his former bitch of a
girlfriend. She had been teasing him for weeks getting him all excited and
then not following through on the promised release.

TJ could hear the other guys leaving the locker room as he sat waiting on
Coach. He lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. He wanted to
hit the showers to wash off and to cool down, but Coach had told him to wait
for him in his office.

As the last of the guys left the locker room, Coach entered his office and
smiled at the sight of the hot young guy sitting there waiting on him. His
cock had been throbbing for this kid for days. Now he could have the
release he needed.

TJ was still trying to come to terms with the new feelings and desires
raging through his body. He still did not fully understand everything he
was feeling. He had really enjoyed having that control over Brandon, but he
also liked it when Coach was ordering him around. He did not know which he
liked better. All he really fully understood was he did not want either too
stop.

Coach had continued their tutoring sessions after school and they had met
one Saturday too. Each time they would go through several of the example
problems coach got from Mr. Parker. The extra tutoring was helping TJ's
grade, but they were also ending up with him sucking on Coach's massive man
cock.

The bench press contest was pretty much like all of the others I had seen in
the past. Maybe this one wasn't as well organized as others, but as far as
the competitors go, it looked run-of-the-mill. This one, though, was taking
place right before a state bodybuilding contest. They had set up a stage
area at one end of the high school cafeteria where the benchers would do
their thing, and afterward the bodybuilding contest would start in the
auditorium.

Brandon stepped from the school into the cool evening breeze. He was still
hot and sweaty from the hard work out Mr. Wilson had given him in the
storage room.

He could not believe that Mr. Wilson had gotten four loads of cum out of his
balls. His ass was sore from the pounding Mr. Wilson had given it. Not to
mention his cock felt completely drained.

He had never shot so many loads in such a short period of time before. When
his cock did not soften the slightest after shooting that first load, he
knew he was in trouble.

Mr. Wilson had not paused in the fucking he was giving his ass. He just
kept going. that big thick man cock sliding in and out of his anal opening.
Mr. Wilson's strong grip on his hard boy dick. Pumping his overly
sensitive head up and down. That big head of Mr. Wilson's cock rubbing his
prostate every time he drove it in and out of his hole.

TJ had no luck contacting Billy. He had called Billy's house, but there was
never an answer. He had sent Billy several e-mails and had not gotten a
response. Finally TJ had gotten a response from Billy. Billy had been out
of town because of a death in the family. They had planned to get together
Saturday morning, but Coach had screwed those plans up.

Coach had ordered TJ to report to his office early Saturday morning. TJ had
tried to protest, but Coach had quickly stifled any protests by making TJ's
ass rosy red.

The good thing about football is that you get to run around and sweat and
then head to the locker room. And if you know jocks, we like to wear
jockstraps a size too small so that it shows off our ass and supports our
pricks. Then there are those like Jack, he doesn?t wear a jock at all, just
puts on his football pants commando. You would think it hurts, but his
prick is so large that the pants do well to support it.

Kyle could still not believe what had been happening to him over the past
week. He still did not know what had caused him to start fooling around
with that hot jock TJ in the exam room. He could only say that he had been
so damn horny and the guy had been to fucking hot to resist.

The exam room door closed behind the attractive nurse that had shown Brandon into the exam room. He had watched her hips sway as she had moved from the room and found that he had little reaction to the sexy blonde.

Brandon hopped up on the exam table to wait for the doctor. He was more nervous than he had ever felt at being seen by the doctor. Coach had told him earlier in the week that he would be taking Brandon in for his sports physical. It was lucky for Brandon and tJ that Coach had informed Brandon ahead of time that he would be going in for his sports physical today.

Mike loved to work out his pecs. Everyday, he would devote the major part of his workout routine to pec development. And why not? Ever since he had started working out in high school, his pecs were the one muscle group which showed phenomenal response to the workouts. Well, of course, he had all the other muscles in the right places also, a ripped 8-pack of abs, great biceps, a bubble butt, shoulders and the rest, but the muscle that screamed out for attention on this young god's body was his pecs, sitting proudly on a pedestal of ripped and hard eight pack abs (and threatening to fall off any moment!).

I was sharing a room with my future brother-in-law at a bed and
breakfast in the little town of Brockton where he and my younger sister
would be married. Josh wasn't just a nice enough guy, he was drop-dead
gorgeous, something I'd had to deal with only for short periods of time;
when Linda brought him home to meet the family, and now while I was home on
leave from the marines for her wedding. It was more difficult this time
because we were not only sharing the intimacy of the same room, we were
also sharing the same bed, thanks to a screw up by the B&B staff.

The howling wind blew the snow against the windows so hard that it
stuck like plaster. The wipers couldn't handle the snow packing on the
windshield.
"We can't get home in this," Braden said quietly. He was nineteen,
the oldest of the senior wrestling team, having been held back a year when
he was in grade school.
No one responded. The flashing red lights up ahead were barely
visible till they were right on the police car that was parked diagonally
across the street. Coach rolled down the window for the approaching
officer.

You walk into the locker room, where the football players would be
finishing up their showers. Those already leaving their showers don't see
you. Well, they probably do, but they don't care that you're here. Their
towels fall one by one as they approach their lockers. Seeing their bare
bodies makes you hard, but they don't care. You rub your boner, but they
don't care. After all, nobody cares about sexuality. In fact, these days,
it flatters the straight boys when the fags are attracted to them.

So you take off your clothes.

I stepped up to the hospital bed and looked at him as he was waking up. He
had several bandages on. He groaned as he moved. He was trying to get up.
I put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

"You're going to be sore for a while."

"But I gotta piss."

A nurse walked in just then and handed me a bottle. "Help him with this
for now. We'll get him up later."

I looked over at the star quarterback on the high school varsity team, and
asked: "Think you can do this or do you want help?"

"What do you think? Not from a fag like you!" he said and began to slowly
move his arms. "You could at least turn around." I did, and listened to
him groan some more as his bruised muscles flexed lightly.

You walk into the locker room, where the football players would be
finishing up their showers. Those already leaving their showers don't see
you. Well, they probably do, but they don't care that you're here. Their
towels fall one by one as they approach their lockers. Seeing their bare
bodies makes you hard, but they don't care. You rub your boner, but they
don't care. After all, nobody cares about sexuality. In fact, these days,
it flatters the straight boys when the fags are attracted to them.

So you take off your clothes.