I had always been curious, even if it was just a pang of interest in my mind. Growing up, I had lusted over girls like any other adolescent, the word "vagina" was almost enough to make me cum on the spot. As I grew up, however, I learned to embrace my sexual interests. Once I began to look at pornography, I realized that my eyes were not drawn immediately to the cunt and tits, but to the cock. From that age forward, I began to explore with my gay curiosity.
In high school, I was much to afraid to confront anyone except a few friends, and it resulted in little. But once I reached college, I truly began to experiment. The following is a description of one of my hottest gay moments, a time that will forever be etched into my mind as the ideal sexual encounter.
I am very body-conscious, and I work out constantly. In college, I was a runner, I ran for the track team. My event was the 400, which demanded muscle but leanness too. My body is fit, and toned. I have small arms, but they're defined nonetheless. My pecks are average, and my abs are well defined with a small six-pack. My genes had luckily enabled me to inherit a great body; the curvature from my hips to my groin was like an Abercrombie model, and my face is handsome. My mother is Spanish and my father a pallid Mid-westerner, so I am tan.
During the long runs at practice, I can recall running behind the most handsome man I had ever and will ever see. His name was Brad. He had creamy white skin, just barely tanned by the sun. His hair was a dirty blonde, and he had blue eyes. He was skinny, a long distance runner. Though relatively short and thin, he was very muscular. His legs were pure muscle, and he had no fat whatsoever on his body. During practice, I would struggle to remain in site of him as I ran behind. He always wore a tight adidas runner's beater, and very short running shorts. I would watch him move up and down, his firm ass barely moving, and his slightly hairy legs brushing together. Day after day, the sweat dripped off of him and made me want to jump him. I knew he was straight, he always had a girl with him.
One time at a party, I accidentally opened a door into the bathroom, revealing Brad standing, with a pretty blonde on her knees. The site was enough to make me cum in my pants, I had to return to my dorm room to jerk off right away. I can vividly see him in my mind; he was wearing a tight blue Abercrombie and Fitch polo, but his jeans were at his ankles, and his swollen cock was bobbing in the air, straight out from his body. It was sizeable, though not much more than normal. From my second long glimpse, I saw his perfect patch of dark pubic hair above his uncut cock, and his two balls hanging below were covered in blonde hair. The girl had Brad's balls in her hand, and just the tip of his cock in her mouth. I must have turned as white as a ghost when I opened the door, but they barely saw me. I shut the door right away, and returned to my room. I was jealous of that girl. She had his cock, and I wanted it too.
Not more than a month after this incident, I had my opportunity. Brad had stayed after from the normal practice time to run some extra laps. Though I had barely spoken a word to him ever, I felt courageous enough to ask him if I could run with him. I fought the wave of fatigue to run a few miles around the track with him, and I could barely keep up. When we finished, Brad said, "Man, you look really sweaty. We should hit the showers and cool off." I swear I almost cried with joy. I had only caught glimpses of him in the locker room, and the showers were partitioned.
We walked into the locker room, and I grabbed my bag and pulled it down the bench towards his. He immediately pulled off his sweaty beater, showing off his tight chest and abs, and the tiny strands of blonde hair around his round, pink nipples. He then sat on the bench, and untied his sneakers and pulled them off. I followed suit, removing my shoes and shirt. Then, he stood up and pulled his tiny shorts off. The blue shorts fell to the floor, revealing his tight and white ass. He was wearing a small jogger's jock, with a thin waist strap and the y-back that delved into his hot ass. He turned around, and his package was barely contained by the jockstrap. Little tufts of hair stuck out from the sides, hinting at what was inside. Without trying to look, I could see the shape of his medium sized, hot cock through the material of the jockstrap. I could barely pull my shorts off, as I was in awe of his body, right next to mine. I pulled my shorts off, which revealed my Calvin Klein sports briefs. He stood for a minute, looking into a mirror, and brushing back his hair.
