Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2007 13:51:41 -0500 From: Dale Redeye 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Comment are more then welcomed. Hit me up at: dale_redeye@tmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. ------------------------------------------------ ---------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....