1. Early Morning Heat


    Date: 2/10/2016, Categories: Anal, Author: berokko, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    EARLY MORNING HEAT by Christopher Pierce How did I wind up getting jerked off by a total stranger in the garage of my apartment building, praying that none of my neighbors would walk in? How did someone as shy as myself end up with my shorts pulled down, rubbing my crotch against another man's anxious butt? Who could say? It had all started normally... That morning I had gotten up at 5:00 AM, which was normal. It was cold outside, which was normal. I had gone to the gym and worked out at 5:30 AM, which was normal. I had driven home at about 7:00 AM without my shirt on, which was also normal. When I was pulling into my garage, I glanced behind me and saw that the car behind me was slowing down instead of speeding past. And the guy driving was staring at me. That was definitely not normal. I had just spent an hour and a half at the gym surrounded by hot guys. All around me were biceps curling, abs crunching, calves flexing and faces straining. It was a feast for the eyes. Concentrating on my own workout, my eyes took in random flashes of the men around me. Backwards baseball hats cocked on heads. Tattoos on bulging triceps. Freshly-grown goatees. Clean pale skin. Dark tanned skin. Pretty blue eyes. Full athletic bags slung over sexy shoulders. Blond hair hanging down foreheads. Tight shorts covering even tighter asses. Pecs covered with hair. Pierced ears, pierced nipples, pierced navels. Chests smooth as a baby's cheek. Dripping sweat. Friendly smiles of sparkling white teeth. ...
    Nice full baskets, their contents packed tight inside. I might as well have been watching at orgy in a porn movie. It was really hot, but as usual I felt like an outsider. A lot of people had told me I was good-looking, but I never really felt like I was. Especially not at the gym, surrounded by all those incredible guys. I felt kind of invisible, actually. I always kept to myself, didn't talk to anyone, just did my workout and left. Knowing that I was being anti-social didn't help -- I was too shy to do anything else. The friends I had were from high school or even earlier, not people I'd met in the last few years. I wondered what others saw in me and caught my reflection in one the mirrors that covered the walls of the gym. Looking at myself, I wondered if I'd ever cruise someone who looked like me. Probably not. Just a plain face, maybe too angular, with short brown hair. Good body but not great. Pale skin that didn't tan. Strong legs, but abs that weren't washboard. Nothing special, I thought. Some of the guys probably thought I was stuck-up and full of myself because I never talked to them. The truth was I was embarrassed around them. It was like junior high school physical education class, where I always felt out of place, uncoordinated, the least athletic of all the boys. I had been awed by my more sports-oriented classmates, just as I was awed by these guys at the gym, years later. They were so masculine, so sexy. And the variety -- some stoic and stern, some playful ...
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