Thanks, Tim S.!

Hey Tim S.!

Thanks for the very hot letter. Wow! That is a great story. Please let me know if anything else happens with Billy and Jon and you. Good luck!

Matty

Letter From a Reader - "The Baseball Dorm"

Matty,

I love your site, and I wanted to share a story with what happened at my university a few days ago. You seem to have a lot of stories about college athletes on your site, so I thought you'd like this one.

I'm a baseball player at a small state university in Nebraska, but I better not say which one, obviously. Anyway, I'm 21 and will be a senior when we start back to school in a few weeks. It's August, but the baseball team has already been on campus, getting in some early practices for a series of fall exhibition games we always have. Since school hasn't started yet, there's lot of free time to hit the gym and just hang out with the guys. All the guys on the team are really into lifting weights, so there's a lot of serious muscle walking around the baseball dorm at night. And it's hot as hell in our old athletic dorm, the air conditioning system is really old, so the guys are always walking around with their shirts off. Knowing how guys are, I think they're secretly showing off, the ones with the best bodies especially like for everyone to see their big pecs and ripped six packs. It's all I can do to keep from popping an erection for most of the day around my teammates, but they don't suspect I'm into guys, so my cock keeps a low profile.

The afternoons, though, that the guys climb up to the roof of the dorm and lay out in the sun in their underwear makes it incredibly hard to keep it in my pants. Somebody pulled an old garden hose up on the roof which is connected to a water hydrant on the ground, so the guys take turns hosing themselves down with water when the sun gets too hot. When the guys' underwear gets wet from the hose water, I like to try to sneak enough peeks to figure out which guys have the biggest dicks. Keeping an erection down is hard enough on that roof, but one day, I almost came on the spot when Greg, a particularly cocky muscle-head kept complaining about how hot it was, and before anyone knew what had happened, Greg bent over and peeled off his underwear. All the guys laughed when they saw his cock bouncing around, but Greg just said, "Fuck it!", and laid back down on his towel. Before I knew it, all the other guys said, "Fuck it," too, and peeled off their own underwear. Within a few minutes, every guy on the roof was naked, and so I followed their lead. I didn't have to wonder any longer who had the biggest cocks on the roof, I could happily see everybody in all their glory. Greg seemed to be especially happy to be free of his hot, constricting jockey shorts, he massaged his sweaty abs with one hand, and every so often, he would reach down and tug on his balls and cock shaft. There's another guy, Rick, who's got a really dark tan and big, thick thighs and biceps, and once he stood up and held the water hose over his head, letting the water run down over his sweaty body and big horse cock like a shower. I had to turn over on my stomach so no one would see that my cock was growing fast and aching to stand straight up. Unfortunately, nothing sexual ever happened on the roof, these guys were definitely straight. Or so I thought.

One late afternoon, after practice, I was taking a nap in my dorm room. The door to my room creaked open, the sound woke me up, and I opened my eyes to see my room-mate, Billy, peeking in the room. When he saw that I had been sleeping, he quickly apologized for waking me up. I said that it was okay, to come on in. He seemed sheepish about something, but he said, "okay," and opened the door wider and strolled in. Behind him was a good looking guy I'd never seen before.

"This is Jon," Billy said to me, and Jon and I exchanged greetings. "Jon's on the gymnastics team," Billy explained, "we met in the weight room."

"That's great," I said, absent mindedly, checking out Jon while I spoke. Jon was hot. He was blonde and really good looking. He was a little shorter than Billy and I, but he was packed with muscle. He had on a tank top and shorts, and his big, round pecs formed a shelf from which his tank top seemed to hang straight down. His biceps were round and peaked when he moved his arms around. His thighs were some of the biggest I'd ever seen on a guy. Billy had a pretty hot body, himself, but it was nothing like Jon's.

Billy and Jon and I sat and talked for awhile, we drank a couple of beers that Billy and I kept in a small refrigerator in our room. Billy and Jon seemed to look at each other a lot, and I got the very strong suspicion that they wanted to be alone in the room, but then I thought, I had to be imagining things, because I knew for sure that Billy was straight. Anyway, I wanted to take a shower before going over to the library so I excused myself.

After my shower, I walked quietly back down the hall toward my room, and as I got close to my room door, I stopped and listened to see if I could hear Billy and Jon talking. I didn't hear anything so I kept going, arriving at my door and pushing it open slowly. The door made a loud creaking noise, and just as I stepped into the room, I saw Jon leaning against a desk, and Billy jumped back quickly when he saw me. I couldn't believe what I thought I had just seen, Billy had been standing very close to Jon.

"Oh, man!" Billy exclaimed to me. "You scared the hell out of me." He laughed it off and Jon moved away from the desk, turning his back to me.

"Sorry, man," I said.

"No big deal," Billy said. "Well, Jon, you wanna go?"

"No, hey," I offered, "I'm going to the libary, you guys can stay."

Billy and Jon exchanged quick glances. "Okay," Billy said. Jon nodded in agreement.

A couple of hours later I was finishing up reading the day's newspapers in the library, and as I got ready to go, I couldn't stop thinking about what was possibly going on back in my dorm room with Billy and Jon. I spent a few seconds wondering what Jon's muscular body would look like naked, and then I looked down to see the outline of my hard cock in my shorts. When I left the library and walked across campus, it was dark outside with no moon in sight. As I neared my dorm, there were only a few lights on in the building, most of the guys were out on the town. I noticed that the light in my room was one of the few that was on. I stopped in my tracks with a quick idea. I couldn't resist wanting to spy on Billy and Jon to see what was going on between the two of them, but if I stood directly outside my dorm room window to look in, Billy and Jon would see me. There was a steep hill right beside our dorm which was covered with thick woods and brush, and I thought if I could get up on the side of that hill in the bushes, I could look down into my dorm room without being seen by anyone inside. I climbed the hill, making my way through the bushes, snagging my clothes on thorns and stepping in holes, cursing as I went. But soon I reached a spot where I could part a couple of tree branches and some brush, and I could see down the hill directly into my dorm room. My jaw dropped; I couldn't believe what I saw.

Billy and Jon were sitting on the edge of Billy's bed, and they were kissing. Actually kissing is a polite term for what they were doing. They were mauling each other's faces with hungry, sloppy mouths; they were going at it like two love-starved newlyweds who'd never had sex before. I was in shock, I definitely didn't think Billy was gay. But I wasn't about to stop watching; this was one, hot show. Within just a few seconds, Jon began to feel up under Billy's shirt, massaging his chest and stomach. Billy whipped off his shirt and then peeled Jon' tank top off him. Jon's pecs and abs were unbelievably muscular. Billy started sucking on Jon's nipples, and Jon's head lay back, his eyes closing in obvious ecstasy. They went at it fast, this was no porn film with thirty minutes of slow foreplay. After Billy had licked Jon's abs for a few seconds, they stood up and Jon shoved his shorts down to his knees. He was wearing no underwear, so suddenly, a monster cock popped straight up and Billy dove down on it, swallowing it whole. Billy's head bobbed up and down, working Jon's cock until it was dripping wet with Billy's spit. Jon held the back of Billy's head with one hand, and with his other hand, he took his cock by the shaft and every so often, pulled it out of Billy's mouth and teased Billy with it, grinding his wet, thick cock into Billy's face. This Jon guy was aggressive and seemed to know exactly what he was doing and what he wanted.

My own cock was now hard as a rock and straining against my shorts. I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock, stroking it as I continued to watch the scene in my own dorm room. Jon pulled Billy up to kiss him again, and then Jon went down on his knees, jerking Billy's shorts and underwear down. He stroked Billy's big cock for a few seconds before pushing Billy down on the bed. Jon lifted Billy's legs in the air and started licking Billy's asshole. I jerked my cock a little faster. I really wanted to be in that room having a three way with my very hot roommate and his new, even hotter, friend, but for now, I was getting off just watching.

Jon stood up, and leaned down to kiss Billy on the mouth, then he pulled away, reaching down on the floor to his shorts. He stood back up, ripping a condom out of its wrapper and quickly slipped it over his eight inch bullcock. Billy reached over in his nightstand drawer and pulled a bottle of lube, opening it and quickly lubing up his hole and cock. Jon held out his hand to Billy, and Billy squirted a thick stream of lube into Jon's hand. My breathing was coming fast and heavy, I was still in shock to find out that my roommate was into guys, but I was incredibly turned on watching him about to be fucked in the ass.

Jon stroked his condom-sheathed cock several times, making it slick with lube, and then pointed his flared cock head toward Billy's hole. He pushed slowly, Billy's eyes closed tightly, then Jon slowly but forcefully shoved it in. Jon moved his cock in and out of Billy's hole slowly at first, then when Billy opened his eyes and mouthed something I couldn't hear, Jon began to pump faster. Jon had a very muscular ass, with big rounded ass cheeks, and as he pushed his cock forward as far as it would go, his ass cheeks would tighten, making his butt look like two perfectly rounded globes. Within seconds, Jon was pumping furiously, working Billy's hole like an expert man-fucker. Billy was gasping for air and thrashing around, as much as he could with Jon's fat cock inside him. They began to move in quick rhythm with each other, Billy stroking his own cock while Jon was pumping as hard as he could. Suddenly, Billy yelped and shot out a stream of white jizz on his chest, quickly followed by three more squirts which coated his stomach. Jon pulled his cock out, slipped off the condom and yelling, he shot his own wads of cum all over Billy's neck and chest. Jon's body spasmed for a couple of seconds, draining his body of all its pent-up sexual energy, then he fell on top of Billy, kissing him passionately.

I couldn't stand it any longer myself. I groaned and shot my cum all over the bushes in front of me. I pumped my cock for several seconds, and then opened my eyes to look down and see the bushes in front of me dripping with gobs of my thick, white cum. I looked back into my dorm room, and now Billy and Jon were standing up, Billy was wiping the cum from his chest and Jon was quickly getting dressed.

I waited until Jon left the room, then I made my way down the hill and into the dorm. When I entered my room, it was empty, but Billy soon strolled into the room, wearing only a towel, fresh from the shower. I took great care to act as if nothing had happened. I asked Billy what he'd been up to, and he was quick to reply, "Nothing." I smiled to myself.

"Jon seems like a nice guy," I offered to Billy.

Without looking at me, Billy said, nonchalantly, "Yeah, he's a cool guy. He might come over sometimes to hang out, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah," I said. "That would be great, I'd like to get to know Jon myself." As I stripped down to my underwear and climbed into bed, Billy dropped his towel and climbed into his own bed.

As Billy flipped off the room light, he answered, "Yeah, that would be cool. You and Jon would probably like each other."

"Yeah," I said, and as Billy and I lay there in the dark, waiting to go to sleep, I started thinking about Jon. I remembered how hot his muscled ass and thighs looked as he pumped his cock into Billy's ass, and in no time, my cock was hard again.

This all just happened a few days ago. I haven't seen Jon again since, but if anything happens again, I'll write you again and let you know.

Tim S.

Letter From Maxwell S.

Hey Matty,

I love your site, and I've got a great story to share with you. This all just happened a couple of weeks ago.

I'm a very successful businessman in Los Angeles, and I'm living my dream. I have a great job, great friends, and best of all, I have my dream house in the Hollywood Hills. I have a big, clean modern house with a pool in the back; three of the walls of my bedroom are glass windows from ceiling to floor. I love the sleek, modern look of glass and simple white walls. And I love being able to lay in bed and see the outdoors, actually with glass windows for walls, it's almost like being outside. Running my own business allows me to have a second office at home, so when I don't feel like going downtown, I stay at home, workout in my weight room right off the pool, and then hit the pool. And with that tempting kind of lifestyle, lately I've been staying at home more and more.

I have neighbors on both sides of my house and yard, but I have complete privacy thanks to high wooden fences and thick foliage growing along the fence row. And it's a good thing, because I often like to just wake up, jerk off in bed, never closing the drapes around the glass bedroom walls because it feels like I'm jerking off in the outdoors, which I like. Then I get up, throw on some old gym shorts, walk out by the pool to my weight room, lift some weights and then strip off my shorts and dive in the pool. When my clients reach me on my cell phone, little do they know I'm often lying on a lounge chair by my pool, covered in oil, with one hand on my balls, watching my hard cock start to bob up and down in response to my ball play. Usually right after talking to a client I have to stroke myself until I blow a huge load on my stomach; being naked outside is exciting enough, but talking to a conservative client on the phone while watching my cock head drip pre-cum is more than I can take.

The idea of my neighbors being able to see me naked outside is also exciting, especially my neighbors on the east side of my house. It's a family of five, a husband, wife and three sons. All three of the sons are little studs, two in college, the other an eighteen year old high school senior. All three boys play football, baseball, swim... real jocks. Every so often they come over for a swim, but they never just come over without asking, they're probably afraid of what they might see the gay neighbor doing. Anyway, when they do come over, it's like Christmas on the 4th of July. All three boys are ripped with solid muscle, tanned dark brown and totally uninhibited about their bodies. They're completely straight, but I can tell they love for me to notice their bodies and complement them. Once they came over after being out at night, drunk off their asses, and jumped in my pool completely naked. It was a sight; they're not hurting in the cock department, either.

Anyway, one morning a couple of weeks ago I woke up slowly, it was a Saturday morning, and I had no plans for the day. Before long, my hand found my thick cock growing thicker by the second, and the pre-cum which lubricated my fingers told me my cock was hungry to let one go. I sat up on the edge of my bed so I could watch myself stroking my rod in a big mirror beside my bed. I loved to watch my muscled pecs and ripped abs move in sync with the up and down movement of my arm. I've kept myself in great shape, very lean and very muscular; even the boys next door said I looked good for an "old man" of 35. I was pumping away, very close to cumming, when suddenly, in the mirror, I could see behind me, through the glass wall, my blue air mattress drift across the pool water and into my line of sight. And then as the mattress continued to move across the water, I could see what was the unmistakable sight of someone's foot lying on the end of the air mattress. I dove back down onto my bed, suddenly embarrassed that someone was in my pool and might have seen me jerking off. Not that I would have minded it, I guess, if one the neighbor boys finally saw me doing my business, in fact, it might have been kind of hot, but I knew the boys were straight, and I didn't want them to think I was some kind of pervert. So I stayed low on my bed, straining my head up to try to see who it was lying on my air mattress in my pool. As the air mattress and unidentified body slowly drifted across the water, I saw a boy's feet, then his thickly muscled calves, then his thighs, also swollen with smooth muscle. And then the pay-off, into view came a naked butt. The butt cheeks were as big and round as cantaloupes. My excitement was growing; none of the neighbor boys had ever come over without calling first, and except for that one time when they were drunk, they had never skinny-dipped in my pool. Maybe one of the boys was interested in turning a new corner with me. The thought of it make my cock start to twitch in excitement. The rest of the boy's body floated into view, and the muscles in his broad back matched those of his ass and legs. He was face down on the air mattress, so I couldn't tell which of the neighbor boys it was. I jumped up and ran into my kitchen where I could sneak a peek through the closed blinds on the window at the kitchen sink. I wanted to get a better look at the boy's face from a different angle to see if I could figure out which neighbor it was. I watched him for awhile, my cock growing rock hard and poking against the edge of the kitchen counter, begging for relief. And then, finally, the boy turned his face toward me, his eyes closed. To my shock, I had no idea who it was, it wasn't one of the neighbor boys after all. "Holy shit!", I thought, "this is like some porn film fantasy come true having a hot, young stud naked in my pool, but who in the hell is it? And who in the hell comes into a stranger's backyard and strips down naked? Well, at least he's got balls," I thought. And then, almost as if to prove my point, the boy turned over on his back, and boy, did he have balls. His bull balls were outmanned in size only by a huge, massive man-cock straddled across his lower stomach. His abs were ripped into a brown, eight pack and his 18 inch biceps were a work of art. Even his hands looked muscular, one of which now moved down to tug on his cock. After a couple of tugs, which seemed to make his big cock even bigger, he rested his hand over the top of it. Within seconds, the head of his cock poked out from under his hand, growing in size.

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Just watching this muscled Greek god take pleasure in the sun and himself was driving me crazy and very close to cumming right there, but suddenly, my cell phone rang. I ran back to the bedroom, dove onto my bed, just out of sight of the boy in my pool, and answered the phone beside my bed. It was one of the neighbor boys asking me if I'd seen his friend. I described the boy in my pool, and my neighbor said that it was him. He was a friend of my neighbor's, from college, they'd been out last night getting drunk and the friend had asked to stay over for the night. I asked how he ended up in my pool, and my neighbor said they'd seen me jogging yesterday as they were leaving their house. The friend had asked who "the old guy with the six pack" was. As my neighbor laughed into my phone, I remembered that I'd gone for a jog yesterday without a shirt on, and they must have seen me when I passed their house. My neighbor went on to tell me that he'd told his friend that he and his brothers sometimes used my pool, and that the friend had asked if he could take a swim in my pool. My neighbor told him that they'd have to ask me first, but his friend must have decided to go for a swim without asking. My neighbor apologized and said that he'd come and get his friend right away. I said, "No hurry," and then immediately hoped I hadn't sounded too eager when I said it. I told my neighbor to let his friend sleep off his drunk for a little while, that he wasn't bothering me. My neighbor said okay, and that he'd be over right after he took a shower.

I took another peek at the pool, and the boy was still in my pool, seemingly sound asleep. I lay back in bed, unable to get the image of this perfectly formed boy out of my mind. I looked down and my cock was practically standing straight up, with a steady stream of pre-cum dripping down the shaft. I had no time to waste, my neighbor would be over in a few minutes. I took the thick shaft of my cock in my hand and started stroking up and down. My eyes closed tightly as the fingers of my other hand found the hole of my ass, wet with sweat. The pre-cum had my entire cock slippery in no time, and as one finger slipped deep into my hole, it didn't take long. I yelled as one cum shot hit the side of my cheek, two more hit my chest, and the rest of the cum shot dribbled down my shaft, forming a gooey pool on top of my bush. As I gasped for breath, part of me hoped the boy in the pool hadn't seen me, but another part of me hoped he had. I glanced over, and the air mattress was still there, but he was gone. "Damn," I thought. "Had he seen me or had he not?"

Then I heard my neighbor's voice calling out. "Hey, Jonny, come on, dude!"

I jumped up and ran into the kitchen again where I could peek through the blinds. There was my neighbor, one of the boys in college, standing at the doorway in my fence. He was looking toward the pool. He yelled again, "Come on, Jonny! And fuck, man, put on some clothes!" I looked over and there came "Jonny", running toward my neighbor from the far side of the pool, stumbling as he tried to bend and pull on his pants which were lying in a pile of his clothes on the grass by the pool. He got on his pants and t-shirt and joined the neighbor boy. As they disappeared behind the fence door, I could hear my neighbor scolding him that he should have asked me first to use the pool. I went outside to the pool, dove in and swam to the blue air mattress where Jonny had been lying. There was pools of his sweat still on the mattress. I breathed deeply, trying to take in his scent. It was a musky smell, a mix of sweaty muscle and beer. I was surprised at how fast my cock started to harden again. And then it hit me, I looked at the spot on the lawn from where I saw Jonny running, and there was nothing in that part of the yard. There was no reason for him to be over there. I climbed out of the pool and walked to that spot. I looked around, and from that spot, there was a clear view of my bed in my bedroom. Had he been watching me jerk off after all? Now my cock stood up, rock hard at the thought of it.

The next day my neighbor called again to apologize for his friend coming over without an invitation. I assured him that I didn't mind. Little did he know. I asked about his friend. Jonny was on the baseball team and quite the stud on campus, always with the hottest girls. I told him that he and Jonny were welcome to come over anytime.

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The following Friday night, I stayed up late watching a movie on t.v., finally stumbling to bed at 2:00 a.m. I turned off the lights, and then the only light coming into my bedroom was the moonlight reflecting off the water in the pool. I lay there, enjoying the quiet for a couple of minutes, then suddenly I heard some noise coming from the neighbor's yard. It sounded like the neighbor boys coming in drunk again. I smiled as I listened to the muffled sounds of their laughter and cursing, then their father's voice yelling for them to go to quieten down. Quiet again. I felt myself drifting off, but not before my hand found my cock under the sheets, and I started to enjoy the feel of my stiff rod. I heard a creaking noise, the gate door at the fence, and a few seconds later, a small splash in the pool. Holy shit, could it be? I looked over at the pool, and could make out the muscled body of a man pulling himself up onto the blue air mattress. It was dark, but I could tell it was Jonny again. Wow, this kid really makes himself at home, I thought. But I didn't care, in fact, it made me horny as hell. I threw off the sheet and started slowly pumping my cock with both hands. I wasn't worried about Jonny seeing me, from where he lay in the pool, he couldn't get a clear view of me. And besides, with no lights on in my bedroom, he'd have to come up almost right to the glass walls to see me. I started imagining him jerking himself in my pool, and it was an incredible turn-on. I continued stroking, and listened to the small splashes Jonny was making in the pool. I got caught up in the pleasures of my cock, almost forgetting anything else. Just before I shot my load, I opened my eyes, looked over, and there he stood. I could barely see him in the moonlight, but there stood Jonny, in that same spot on my lawn where he could see directly into my bedroom. He was watching me masturbate, and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I began to see him more clearly. Jonny was also stroking his hard cock. My heart started pounding a hundred miles per hour, but I wasn't about to stop. I stroked my rod harder, with more force, rolling my eyes in the back of my head, and letting my whole body get into it, my hips moving up and down off the bed in sync with the pumps of my hands. I glanced at Jonny again, and he'd moved closer to the glass walls for a better look. I couldn't stop now, I came in three huge spurts of cum all over my stomach. I slowly stroked my still hard cock, eeking out the last seconds of pleasure, and looked over at Jonny. His eyes closed, his head fell backward, and he shot a long, thick stream of white cum which splattered against the glass wall of my bedroom. His whole body spasmed, and he shot three more thick shots, all on the glass wall. His body heaved, slowly recovering, and the gobs of cum slowly started oozing down the glass wall. He looked right at me for a split second, slung the excess cum off his hand, then ran and dove into the pool. I watched him as he splashed around for a minute, then he climbed out, grabbed his clothes and ran toward the fence gate. Damn, I thought, that was one of the hottest things I'd ever witnessed. I wondered if my neighbor boys knew that their friend secretly loves to watch "old men" jerk their cocks. I smiled and drifted off to sleep.

The next day I awoke, and was still thinking about the unbelievably hot sight of Jonny blowing his load on my bedroom walls. I looked over at the glass wall, and there was a thick, dried splurge of cum stain on the glass. I had a feeling I'd never see Jonny again, I guessed he was a closet case, and usually when those type of guys finally show their stuff, they hide back in the closet, never to be seen again. It's okay, I'd always have that very hot memory of him.

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Later in the afternoon, I took a quick swim in the pool and lay naked on a lounge chair by the pool. I started thinking about Jonny, and it wasn't long before my cock was standing straight up. I started to play with my balls, but was interrupted by voices coming from next door. One of the neighbor boys yelled out, "Dude, where are you going?" Then I heard another, unfamiliar voice answer, "I left something next door, I'll be right back." The fence gate swung open and Jonny stepped into my yard, staring right at me. Then the neighbor boy's voice again, "Okay, but hurry, we're leaving in five minutes!" Jonny yelled back, "Okay!" Then without hesitating for a second, Jonny ran quickly to where I was laying. He stopped right in front of my lounge chair, staring down at me and my erect cock. All he was wearing was a tank, tight gym shorts and tennis shoes, and I could see the obvious bulge in the front of his shorts. As he stared at my cock, he reached down and started massaging his stiffening rod.

Suddenly, he whipped off his tank and slid his shorts down to his ankles. His huge cock popped upward. He kicked his gym shorts off, reached down, grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him forcefully. In no time, my legs were against his stomach and my ankles were at his shoulders. He leaned down and licked the calf of my leg, slowly, erotically. He spit into his hand a couple of times and jammed his spittle-cover fingers into my hole. He didn't waste any time, his wet fingers slid deep inside me. My eyes rolled back, and I moved my hips upward, meeting his hand with my ass. He pointed the enormous head of his cock at my hole and pushed it forward. The pre-cum dripping from his cock head was threatening to make this a fast entry. I reached over to a little black bag I always kept at the pool, and pulled out a condom and some lube and tossed them to him. In seconds he had the condom on and slicked with lube. His swollen cock head and pushed again at my hole and after a couple of seconds of resistance, there was no use, my hole opened up and he shoved his thick rod deep inside me. I gasped at how big he felt inside me, but it felt incredibly good. He quickly started pumping away; his eyes closed tightly and he started panting in excitement. It was all I could do to keep up, he was masterful in his aggression; he knew exactly what he wanted, and he was taking it with no questions asked. My hips started moving in rhythm with his, his balls were slapping my ass, and my fingers were digging into the lounge chair cushions from the intense pain mixed with out-of-my-mind pleasure.

Jonny's eyes popped open, his jaw dropped, he was close to cumming. He spit into his left hand, and started stroking my cock with it while holding my legs up with his other hand. I didn't last long; he jerked me furiously until I shot three long ropes of cum which landed on my chest and neck. He pulled out his cock, let me down and whipped the soaking wet condom off his cock. He pumped himself a couple of times and then jizzed all over my stomach. As he came, his eyes closed, he grunted loudly, and his knees almost bucked underneath him. As I watched him I thought he looked like a caged animal who'd suddenly been set free and was allowed, for the first time in a long time, to satisfy every hungry, pent-up desire. When he finished, he knelt down and licked his cum off my stomach. He swallowed his own cum, stared at me for a second, then leaned in and kissed me passionately.

He jumped up, put his shorts and tank back on, and looked down at me for a second. "I'll be back," he said quietly but urgently. Then he ran away, and just as he reached the fence gate, I heard my neighbor yelling, "Johnny! Come on!" Jonny reached the fence gate, paused and looked back at me. I smiled at him, but he just looked at me with the strangest look, almost as if he wasn't sure what had just happened, not understanding it at all, but still knowing that he had to do it. He disappeared through the fence gate. I wiped my fingers through is still warm cum on my stomach and then slowly, weakly, made it to my feet and dropped myself into the warm water of the pool. As I hung onto the blue air mattress, trying to regain my sense, I suddenly remembered what Jonny had so desperately whispered to me before running away. "I'll be back," he had said. I started thinking about him returning, what might happen the next time he came over, and my cock started to get hard again.

Maxwell S.

Los Angeles

Hey Tom,
Thanks for the very hot letter. I found a photo of the porn star, Tyler Hill and put it in with your letter. Is that what your Coach looked like? Yum.
Matty Colt

Letter From Tom M.

Hey Matty, I love this blog. I don't know if you only want true stories about swimmers, but I've got a hot one for you.
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About four years ago, I was a college sophomore on the school's swim team. I wasn't sure if I wanted to swim in college, I had gotten a little burnt out on swimming in high school, but at the university's Freshmen Orientation, my mind was quickly changed.
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The president of the university introduced a lot of the faculty members on stage, and when the swim coach stood up, I knew I had to join that team. He was wearing conservative clothes, a polo shirt and khakis, but the clothing hugged his body tightly, and his muscles were bulging; you could see the outline of huge thighs in his khaki pants and his veiny biceps looked like they wanted to rip the sleeves of his polo shirt apart. He even had his whistle around his neck, which was so hot. His name was Coach Bradley, and he sort of looked like the porn star, Tyler Hill.
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So I joined the team, and at our practices, Coach Bradley always wore the same outfit, flip-flops, a tank top and a speedo underneath tight, gray, gym shorts. The gym shorts were really short, like from the 70's, but on him they were hot. He had really big, muscled up thighs, and the shorts were really tight, so you could see the outline of his cock straining against the front of the shorts. He didn't pay a lot of attention to me, but one day, that all changed. A bunch of us were swimming laps, when Coach Bradley stepped out of his office and yelled for me. I jumped out of the pool and went to his office, which was just off the pool, and had a big, picture window which allowed Coach Bradley to sit at his desk and watch us swim.
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"Hey, Coach," I said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, smiling. "Did you do something wrong?"

"No, I don't think so," I answered, not sure how to take it.

"You never do," he smiled, almost flirting. "Here, try this on," he said, tossing me a new speedo. "I'm thinking about getting these for the team, I want to see what they look like."

"Okay," I said and started to turn to retreat to the locker room.

"Hey!" Coach Bradley barked, "I'm in a hurry, just try it on here."

He stood up and watched me as I turned my back, slipped off my speedo and put the new one on. I turned around, modeling the new suit and watched as his eyes went up and down my body. I could have sworn the bulge in his shorts was bigger.

"I don't like it," he said, moving closer to me. With his fingers, he inspected the waistband of my speedo, and pulled at the seam underneath my butt. My breathing got faster, and I could feel my cock moving. I'd never been this close to Coach Bradley, and I was getting so turned on.

"I don't like that suit, but I've got one more to try. Hang on a second." Coach Bradley closed the blinds to the picture window, turned to me, slipped off his gym shorts. The bulge in his speedo was unmistakable. He slipped off the speedo, stood up straight, and his cock bounced up, half hard. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. His cock was beer can thick with a huge head and topped with a thick, hairy black bush. "Here, try this on," he said, tossing me his speedo.

Coach Bradley just stood there with his hands on his hips, watching me while I put on his suit.

"That one's okay," he said, so business-like, as if it was the most natural thing in the world that he was standing in front of me naked, with a growing hard-on. And my cock was threatening to burst out of my speedo.

"Okay," he said, "that's good, thanks. You can go back to the pool, now, you owe me some laps."

I was totally confused by what had just happened. But by now, I was so horny and embarrassed at the same time, I just wanted to get out of there. I turned my back to him, slipped off his speedo and started to put my speedo back on when Coach Bradley barked at me again.

"Wait a minute," he said, "come over here."

I turned around. He had taken his seat behind his desk again.

"Come here, and leave your suit on the floor, I want to see if you've been cheating me in the weight room."

I walked over to his side of the desk, my cock was started to stand up. I stopped at the corner of his desk, he was sitting in his chair, naked, his cock was standing straight up.

"Come here, dammit," he said, growing impatient.

I edged nearer, and he put his hands on the back of my thighs. "Get over here!" he growled. He pulled me in so close, I was standing right in between his legs.

My half-hard cock was inches from his face, but he just seemed to ignore it. He turned me around and moved his hands forcefully over my buttocks. "Are you doing your squats?"

"Yes, sir," I said, breathing so fast I could barely get my breath.

"It looks like it, your butt is bigger. Good, I like that." He turned me back around. Now pre-cum was starting to well up on head of my cock. "Your thighs are bigger, too. If you keep at it, you might end up with thighs as big as mine."

"I hope so," I said.

He smiled, looking up at me. "You're not going to catch me with this, though," he laughed, looking down at my cock, and swatting it to the side. "Looks like I've got you beat in that department."

"Yeah, you... you do," I stuttered, nervous as hell.

"That's okay, you've still got a pretty impressive piece of meat there. You like that cock?" he asked, staring at my rod which was now at it's full, thick 8 inches.

"Yeah."

"Yeah," he continued inspecting my cock, "that's impressive." Finally, he grasped the shaft of my cock with his thick hand and squeezed it hard. "Impressive."

He squeezed my cock again and a thick stream of pre-cum ran down the shaft and over his hand.
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"Whoa, what's this?" he said, pulling his hand away from my cock, a string of pre-cum stayed attached to his hand and my piss slit. "Damn, boy, have I got you that excited?"

"Yes, sir," I answered.

"It looks like it," he said. "Let's see what I can do about that." He bent down and started licking the shaft of my cock and then took the whole thing in his mouth. His head slowly bobbed up and down on my cock, I almost shot my load right there.

He worked my cock with his mouth for awhile, then stood up and pushed me down on my stomach on his desk. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks apart and started tonguing and spitting into my hole. In no time, my hole was soaking wet. He worked my hole with one hand while he pulled my cock down and stroked it with his other hand. My mind was blowing with sexual excitement, I'd always had a thing for older guys, but I never thought I'd ever get with an older guy this hot. Finally, Coach Bradley stood up and shoved his monster cock in me, and started pounding away. It was hot in his office, and we were both sweating like pigs; Coach Bradley grunted heavily while he pumped his cock in and out of me. He worked my ass for what seemed like hours, and finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. As he fucked me, he held onto my cock with one hand, stroking it downward, and I shot my load all over his thighs and on the floor. He groaned loudly, pulled his cock out of me, flipped me over, and jerked his cock furiously, until he splattered his cum shots all over my face and chest.

We both just remained still for a few seconds, exhausted, and finally, he slung the cum off his hands, backing away. "You better hit the showers, boy, you need to clean up."

"Yes, sir," I said and started to slip my speedo back on, wondering how I was going to make to the showers before someone on the swim team saw me covered in the Coach's cum.

Just before I left his office, Coach Bradley barked at me one more time. "Hey, come by my house tonight, you know where I live, right? I have some more suits for you to try on."

"Yes, sir," I said, and quickly left his office, unable to keep from smiling as I ran to the showers.

I went to Coach Bradley's house several times over the next few months. He always seemed to have new speedos for me to try on, but funny, the swim team never did get new suits that year.
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Tom M.

Do you have a true story, a hot experience you once had with a guy that you've never shared? Send it to me at Matty.Colt@yahoo.com!

By The Pool - Part II by Matt Colt
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For the next two days, all Brian and I did was fuck. We called in sick at both our jobs for two days, and stayed at the house and fucked each other like rabbits. We never even put on clothes for the two days, we just walked around naked, fucked on the front lawn, ate a little and rested. Then we lay by the pool, where he sucked me off until my load exploded all over his face. I put a condom on his cock, lay him back on the lounge chair, squatted over his rock hard shaft and lowered my hole onto the head of his giant cock. He thrust his hips quickly upward, and his cock slipped easily into my ass. I started bucking up and down, meeting his thrusting movements; this went on for several minutes until we were both soaked in sweat. He pulled out, slipped off the condom and shot a thick cum load under my balls, soaking my ball sac and the inside of my thighs.
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We swam for a bit, then slept in each other's arms for a couple of hours. When we awoke, we both slipped on a pair of boots, but nothing else, grabbed up a blanket and walked naked down the hill behind the backyard to a small creek. As we walked down the hill, we slipped our arms around each other's waists and as we looked into each other's eyes we smiled; before long our cocks were bouncing in front of us, quickly getting hard with anticipation. We spread the blanket on the grassy creek bed, lay down and fucked each other for another hour or so.
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It was crazy marathon of sex, but we couldn't help it; we couldn't get enough of each other. We talked about our past sexual experiences and how exciting it was whenever one of us had gotten to fuck a guy we'd been lusting after for awhile, but it was nothing like fucking a guy that you've fallen in love with. And I was crazy as shit in love with Brian, and I'm pretty sure he was seriously in love with me, too. The look in his eyes when he looked at me was unmistakable.
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After two days, though, we knew we had to get back to our jobs and get ready to start the fall semester of school. We both went to work the next morning, but quickly hurried home to lay in each other's arms by the pool. We grilled our dinner outside that night, and as we were drinking some beer, the phone in the house rang. Brian went to answer it, and when he returned, he had the strangest smile on his face.
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"What is it?" I asked him.
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"You're not going to believe this," Brian started. "That was my parents. They've decided to stay in Europe for a few months."

"You're kidding," I said. "Are they that wealthy?"

"Sort of," Brian answered sheepishly, but then broke the news. "Guess what that means? You won't have to move back into the dorm. You can just stay here and live with me!"

"Oh, man," I said, unable to keep from smiling. The thought of actually living with Brian full-time, it would almost be like we were married and setting up house together.

"Would you? Would you stay here with me this fall?" he asked, almost scared that I would say 'no'.

I smiled a huge smile, almost laughing at his boyish innocence. "Of course, Brian. Do you think I'd leave you? I love you."

Then the look quickly changed on Brian's face from nervousness to lust. He slid down onto my stomach. "Oh, baby, that's just want I wanted to hear." He leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I love you, too, Matty."
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That was all it took. We started pulling each other's clothes off and in seconds our stiff cocks were slamming in and out of each other's asses, until we blew our loads all over each other's stomachs.
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A few days later, we started back to school, and I quickly fell into my old routine of classes and working at my job of managing the gym's weight rooms. I saw Brian almost every day when the baseball team worked out in the varsity weight room, but we were careful not to act too cozy in front of others. Brian would still come up to the desk and talk to me, but we acted as if we were just acquaintances.
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Every so often, Brian would quietly point out some hot baseball or football stud in the room who he'd fucked in the past. At first, it angered me to hear it, but every night when we got home, he'd assure me that those guys meant nothing to him, that he was only pointing them out to me to let me know how many other hot gay guys there were on campus, or at least how many straight guys there were who sometimes got horny enough to take it up the ass.
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I was as happy as a guy could be for a few weeks, but as is common with every relationship, a little boredom started to creep in. Even though Brian was the hottest guy I'd ever been with, and just the thought of us fucking each other would make me hard in the middle of the day, in the middle of campus, still, fucking the same guy over and over starts to get a little stale after awhile. And with so many hot guys working out their thick, sweaty muscles in front of me every day in the gym, well, let's just say other thoughts start to creep into your mind.
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Brian must have been thinking the same thing, because he made a proposal to me one night by the pool. A proposal, at first, which shocked and hurt me, but then started to intrigue me. Brian offered to stage a group sex party for us at the house one night. He said he knew plenty of guys on campus who would jump at the chance to come over and play around with us, and he even knew two very hot guys in particular who had mentioned to him that they'd like to see me naked.
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"What?" I exclaimed. "I thought we weren't going to tell anyone about us!"
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"Calm down, Matty," he said softly, almost purring seductively at me, "I haven't told anyone about us. But some guys have noticed me talking to you, and they asked who you were, I told them you were a friend, and they just said they thought you were hot as hell, and what they'd give to see you naked in the locker room shower sometime."
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"Really?" I said; despite my best instincts, I was flattered to hear that someone thought I was hot.
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"Yeah, let's do it," Brian said smiling, as he reached between my legs and squeezed my balls.
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"Okay, but only if we do it together."
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"Listen, Matty, no one's going to touch my baby without me being there."
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We leaned in and kissed. Brian quickly pulled back, excited. "And I've got a great idea for how we're going to pick the guys. You're going to love this."
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"What?"
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"I'm going to have them audition for you."
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To be continued...