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Staying Late

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Late at night the only light in the room came from the glow of the monitor. Everyone from the office had already gone home. That was the beauty of the end of the month. All of these reports had to be finished and compiled. I looked at the pile next to me and buried my head in my hands. It looked I would be here for several more hours. Next to the pile of reports was Matt’s picture.

“My beautiful Matt,” I said as my finger traced the outline of the frame.

He was probably at home, curled up on the couch wondering when I would be home. I hated to stay so late, but he knew it was that time of the month. He understood, but he didn’t always. When we had first started dating, it had been somewhat of an issue. I couldn’t blame him for resenting my career and the amount of time it took away from our being together. I still hated being away from him more than anything. If it were possible I would spend every moment of the day with him, but being in love did not pay the bills.

I picked up the phone, my fingers doing their familiar dance on the number pad. It rang twice before I changed my mind and hung up. I knew that hearing his voice would fill me with guilt and I would not be able to concentrate on the work ahead. I had to focus. Being with Matt would be my motivation, I thought. The quicker I finished the sooner I could be at home with my baby. Maybe I would pick up a bottle of wine on the way home. It would be nice to have a few drinks and relax before going to bed. Besides just one glass usually got Matt tipsy and when he got tipsy he became aggressive.

I leaned back on my chair and thought about the last time I had brought a bottle of his favorite wine home. We snuggled up on the couch and after the first glass his hands started wandering about. He turned his head towards mine and buried his mouth on my neck. I loved it when he nuzzled me so. I pressed into him as his hand slipped in between my legs, his fingers wrapping around my semi hard cock.

Through the thin fabric I let him stroke me. My mouth searched for his lips until they were pressed against mine. The harder he stroked the more I wanted to devour his mouth with mine. His hand expertly brought me to the edge before pulling off; he had a knack for doing just that. I snuggled into the cushions of the sofa sipping my wine as he slid between my legs. His hands eagerly tore at my pants, practically ripping off my belt. When he finally got my man meat out, he devoured it with one shot. I could still feel how the head of my cock hit the back of his throat and went down as he swallowed me whole. His tongue expertly worked my shaf…

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Forgotten

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The line for the movie went all the way around the block. Bill just knew they were not going to get tickets. He was going to miss the chance to see the first showing of the only movie he had been looking forward to seeing for months. Damn it Steve not again, he thought to himself. He looked at his watch and took his place in line. Bill just knew something like this was going to happen. Steve hadn’t been on time for anything a day in his life.

Even for their first date, he was thirty minutes late. Bill remembered how he was just about to leave when he showed up. He looked so adorably cute and was so apologetic that he couldn’t be mad at him. It had been that way ever since. Steve was continuously late and Bill was constantly accepting his apologies. A couple of people joined the line, but Steve was nowhere in sight. Bill checked his watch again. He was now more than thirty minutes late. This was late even for Steve. In spite of knowing how he was never on time Bill couldn’t help but get worried. Steve had become such a huge part of his life over the past year, he couldn’t imagine being without him.

Concerned Bill hit redial on his phone. It went straight to Steve’s voicemail. He was really starting to get worried. The line moved at a steady pace. He really didn’t want to lose his place in line but he had to find out where Steve was. Where the hell could he be? Could he have forgotten about tonight? He couldn’t have, Bill had only been talking about this movie since the day he heard they were taking it from Broadway to the big screen.

As the line moved closer and closer, he knew he had to make a decision. Should he stay in line or try to find out what happened to Steve? Bill knew what a scatterbrain Steve could be. He was sure he had just lost track of time again and was still at his office working away. He held on to that thought as he dialed the office. The voicemail picked up after several rings. Maybe he was stuck in traffic, he thought. It was a possibility in this city. He could always go ahead and get the tickets on the chance that he was running late, still that was a chance he couldn’t afford. As much as he wanted to see the movie he knew he wouldn’t enjoy it if Steve wasn’t by his side. Regretfully, he got out of line and headed for the nearest subway stop.

In record time he made it to their tiny flat on the lower east side. The apartment was fairly small and, although they could probably afford a bigger place, they chose to stay there. He loved feeling like he was on top of him both in and out of the bedroom. As Bill reached the top of the stairs to their one bedroom he could hear the gentle sound of his favorite cd. Slowly he opened the door and stepped inside. Everything was dark except for a faint light coming from their bedroom.

“Steve?” Bill called out, “are you here?”

As he walked closer to the bedroom his heart began to pound. If he found him in here with another man he was gonna go ballistic. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head as he neared their bedroom door.

“Hon, I was waiting for you what…”

He opened the door and froze. The sight of Steve took his breath away. There among a pile of pillows laid Steve completely naked except for a sheet placed over his smooth round bottom. Bill got an instant erection and wasted no time in stripping down to nothing.

He walked over to their king size bed and completely forgot all about the movie and his not showing up. The only thing on Bill’s mind was burying his throbbing cock in Steve’s tight pucker. Bill moved towards Steve’s smooth body. He started by kissing the back of his neck. Bill loved the t…

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Grounded

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“I don’t care how old you are. If you’re still in my house you obey my rules!” she said as she slammed the door.

I heard the lock turn. I was trapped in my room. Fuck this shit, I thought as I gave the door my favorite finger salute. I was eighteen years old. How could she still think about grounding me? All because she caught me taking a shot from the liquor cabinet. That should be the least of her worries. I couldn’t wait for the end of the month when I would be off to college and out of this hellhole forever.

Frustrated, I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three fucking weeks, that seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes and imagined I was already at college. I pictured my roommate to be some muscle bound jock with a tendency to walk around naked. I imagined him coming to me, desperate to keep up his G.P.A. In return for me doing his homework, I would make him pound my ass with his thick man meat.

Mmmm, the thought of that made the blood rush to my cock. I could feel it pressing against my boxers. Lightly I brushed my hand over it, pressing harder when I got to the head. Yeah, the things I would do to that meathead, I thought. I imagined him returning to the dorm after a long day of practice, exhausted, glistening with sweat. He would lie down on his bed and I would come to him. I’d get between his legs and pull off his gym shorts, staring down at his perfectly shaped tool. Then as he lay back, arms behind his head, I would take his flaccid cock in my mouth. I’d work it with my tongue, slurping him up and down as he quickly hardened between my lips. His salty pre cum would ooze onto my tongue making me press him for more. Then just before he exploded I would pull off him and finish him off by hand. Watching as his cock shot stream after creamy stream into the air and onto his perfectly chiseled abs.

I had had fantasies like these so many times before. Ever since I had gotten into the school of my choice, halfway on the other side of the country. Each time I thought about it, I fantasized about someone different. Sometimes it was a jock and other times a frat boy. I had to admit the idea of being with a frat guy was one of my favorites. I longed to pledge a fraternity and live amongst them. I would play it straight and infiltrate their prestigious brotherhood. Then after all the wild parties I would go around servicing each one of my passed out fraternity brothers. They would all think it was their girlfriends, when in reality it would be my oral skills giving them pleasure.

I could just picture myself going down on as many as I could, never getting caught. I was rock solid as I thought of giving blowjobs to …

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The Club

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The music was blasting, lights were flashing and bodies were grinding all around me. I was easy prey. As I moved to the music, I let it take over my body. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the beat. In no time, there was someone behind me grinding his crotch into my ass. I could feel his hardness through his jeans. It seemed to be rather large, definitely a plus. We moved to the beat, his hands explored my chest. I let myself fall into him.

His strong arms wrapped around me, as he tugged at my shirt. I raised my arms and let him peel it off me. The stale air of the club joined him in caressing my pecs and rippled stomach. I’ve never been one to spend hours at the gym, fortunately for me I’d been blessed with a slim physique. As the beat went on my erection grew. I pressed into him, his breath heavy on my neck. With his tongue he tickled my ear, which got my blood pumping.

I opened my eyes and turned to face my dance partner. He was a tall, blonde haired, gym bunny, the kind of guy you instantly fell in lust with. Slowly I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off; with eager hands I explored his chiseled chest and stomach. It was so nice, so firm. I leaned into him and gently sucked on his nipple until it was nice and hard. With a grin he pulled me up for a kiss. Our cocks pressed against each other’s as we made out on the floor.

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The Park

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I had never considered myself to be bi, much less gay, but more and more I had this craving for cock. It was to the point that I couldn’t go to the gym’s locker room without staring at all the different guys. It was all I could do not to grab someone and start sucking on their tool. My obsession with guys started from watching porn. Every time my girlfriend and I would watch a movie, I would always find myself concentrating more on the guys than anything else. The men in porn are all so different, some of them have huge thick cocks while others are more average like me, but one thing’s for sure there’s far more variety than pussy. Pussy is all the same. The only time I would look at the girls would be to see their facial expressions as these massive guys plowed them. At first they looked to be in so much pain but that pain soon turned to pleasure and they were begging for more and more until their pussies were dripping with cum. I also loved to watch them suck on a guy’s tool, exploring them with their mouths until they got rewarded with creamy mouthfuls. My cock ached at the thought of bringing a guy to climax. A while back, a buddy of mine at work had mentioned something about a park where guys, or as he called them “fags”, would go cruising for other dudes. I thought it was desperate and disgusting back then but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Until one night I decided to go and check it out for myself. I remember feeling so nervous as I parked my car in the hopes of finding some action. The night started off slow. A couple of guys walked by, one of them even looked my way, but I saw no one that really interested me. I moved to a couple of different spots with no luck. However, determined to get some, I turned off my car and got out. I walked around trying not to look suspicious and at the same time trying to get attention. Damn, just how is it gay guys could do this night after night? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a path that led into the woods and on a whim followed it. The path was like a maze taking me through turn after turn. I had just decided to turn around and head home when I heard moans. I looked around but found no one. I moved towards the noise pushing some bushes aside and that’s when I found them. It was like a scene in a porn movie. There, in plain view, was a guy on his knees, his mouth wrapped around the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It was so big that the guy on his knees couldn’t get all of it in his mouth, but he was certainly giving it a try. The little guy on his knees wasn’t bad looking either. Stripped down to just socks, I could see he had a small cock, smaller than my own, but it was uncut which I’d also only seen in movies. I tried to tear myself away but I couldn’t. I was drawn to them. I leaned in for a closer look and end up falling face first into a pile of clothes. Both guys immediately stopped and turned to look at me; with eager grins they grabbed me. The smaller guy started taking off my clothes while the bigger guy rubbed his cock all over my face. I’d never felt another mans cock and my mouth was quick to take it. His fat piece of meat was covered in the shorter guys saliva but I didn’t care. I worked it with my tongue, the way I imagined they did it in the movies. Whatever I was doing it seemed to work, the big mans cock grew harder in my mouth with each stroke. Hungrily I tried to take as much as I could. It was way too big for my mouth. I gagged and choked on it but refused to stop. Slowly, I got control of my br…

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The Park

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I had never considered myself to be bi, much less gay, but more and more I had this craving for cock. It was to the point that I couldn’t go to the gym’s locker room without staring at all the different guys. It was all I could do not to grab someone and start sucking on their tool.

My obsession with guys started from watching porn. Every time my girlfriend and I would watch a movie, I would always find myself concentrating more on the guys than anything else. The men in porn are all so different, some of them have huge thick cocks while others are more average like me, but one thing’s for sure there’s far more variety than pussy. Pussy is all the same.

The only time I would look at the girls would be to see their facial expressions as these massive guys plowed them. At first they looked to be in so much pain but that pain soon turned to pleasure and they were begging for more and more until their pussies were dripping with cum. I also loved to watch them suck on a guy’s tool, exploring them with their mouths until they got rewarded with creamy mouthfuls. My cock ached at the thought of bringing a guy to climax.

A while back, a buddy of mine at work had mentioned something about a park where guys, or as he called them “fags”, would go cruising for other dudes. I thought it was desperate and disgusting back then but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Until one night I decided to go and check it out for myself. I remember feeling so nervous as I parked my car in the hopes of finding some action.

The night started off slow. A couple of guys walked by, one of them even looked my way, but I saw no one that really interested me. I moved to a couple of different spots with no luck. However, determined to get some, I turned off my car and got out. I walked around trying not to look suspicious and at the same time trying to get attention. Damn, just how is it gay guys could do this night after night? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a path that led into the woods and on a whim followed it.

The path was like a maze taking me through turn after turn. I had just decided to turn around and head home when I heard moans. I looked around but found no one. I moved towards the noise pushing some bushes aside and that’s when I found them. It was like a scene in a porn movie. There, in plain view, was a guy on his knees, his mouth wrapped around the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It was so big that the guy on his knees couldn’t get all of it in his mouth, but he was certainly giving it a try. The little guy on his knees wasn’t bad looking either. Stripped down to just socks, I could see he had a small cock, smaller than my own, but it was uncut which I’d also only seen in movies.

I tried to tear myself away but I couldn’t. I was drawn to them. I leaned in for a closer look and end up falling face first into a pile of clothes. Both guys immediately stopped and turned to look at me; with eager grins they grabbed me. The smaller guy started taking off my clothes while the bigger guy rubbed his cock all over my face. I’d never felt another mans cock and my mouth was quick to take it. His fat piece of meat was covered in the shorter guys saliva but I didn’t care. I worked it with my tongue, the way I imagined they did it in the movies. Whatever I was doing it seemed to work, the big mans cock grew harder in my mouth with each stroke.

Hungrily I tried to take as much as I could. It was way too big for my mouth. I gagged and choked on it but refused to stop. Slowly, I got control o…

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The Final Interview

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I checked my briefcase for the tenth time before I entered the receptionist area. I had to make a good impression. After all this was the third interview with this company. If I didn’t get hired after this I would be very disappointed. Everyone I’ve talked to says that I have nothing to worry about. They say that if I was in the third interview then I was pretty much hired, and that really it was just a meeting to discuss salary and such things. Usually I would agree and not worry, except for the fact that this meeting was with the company owner, a man whom I had only seen in passing once before, but who had haunted my fantasies ever since.

Mr. Franken was his name. He had started this company from scratch and now it was a multi-million dollar operation. His story was very impressive. I remember reading about his company in college, but I never thought I would end up face to face with him. Franken was a man in his mid fifties, although he certainly did not look it. Aside from the gray hair nothing else about him read as over forty. He had a very tight trim body and dressed in the latest most expensive Italian suits. He definitely had an air about him, one that screamed power and success. Something I found incredibly arousing. It was a shame he also had a beautiful wife and children to complete his perfect picture of success. In my deepest fantasies I also imagined he had a young lover on the side, someone much like myself.

The receptionist, a stunning woman in her mid twenties, motioned for me to go right in, Mr. Franken was expecting me. I smiled and thanked her, checking my briefcase one last time before I entered Franken’s office. The sight of him took my breath away. He was even more intimidating up close. He got up to greet me and my heart skipped a beat as I took his large hand in mine. I tried not to, but I got an instant arousal just from touching his firm grip. For the first time ever I wished I wasn’t so large, that way it would have been easier to conceal my erection.

Franken let go of my hand and I took my seat carefully covering myself with my briefcase. If he’d noticed my arousal he didn’t say a word, instead he got right to business. He asked me the usual corporate interview questions. We discussed my background, my aspirations, my skills, and I answered all his questions with an ease and confidence that surprised me. We came to what seemed to be the end of the interview and there was still no mention of a job offer. Instead he got up and took a seat directly in front of me on the edge of his large oak desk.

“I really want to hire you,” he said to me.

I swallowed hard. He was so close I could smell his musky cologne. It rushed all the blood in my body straight to my cock.

“But I’m afraid you might be too much of a temptation,” he said to me with a smile. I looked at him confused not sure what he meant, “You’re a very attractive young man. Don’t think for a second your large member has gone unnoticed.”

He reached down and pulled the briefcase out of my lap revealing my cock, which was now rock hard and pressed up against the thin fabric of my trousers.

His smile was inviting. I got up and he moved off the desk, standing so close to me I could feel his breath on my skin. His hand slid down my body until it grabbed a hold off my throbbing cock. His fingers pressed down on me through the fabric, creating a wet spot from all the pre cum that was oozing out of my head. I took a step back but he squeezed me tighter, preventing me from going anywhere. I was completely at his mercy.

With a quick motion he pulled me to him. His lips on mine, I let his tongue enter my mouth. I could taste scotch and cigars fresh on his lips. It was such a masculine combination, which made me want more of him. I pressed my tongue deeper into his mouth enjoying his masculine taste.

“Take of your clothes,” he whispered into my ear.

Eager to please I did exactly as he said. As I stripped down he locked his office door, and then told his secretary through the intercom that he was not to be interrupted. Once all this was done his focus turned once again to me. Walking over to where I stood. He wasted no time in exploring my body with his hands.

I let out a moan as his hand grazed my lower abs, brushing past them to get to my aching erection. His fingers were long and thick, I nearly shot my load when his hand wrapped around my throbbing member. With steady strokes he jacked my cock, each time getting me closer and closer to the edge. I looked away but he grabbed my chin forcing me to look him in the eyes. His mouth opened as if about to kiss me but he kept his distance. We stayed like this as the cum filled my shaft searching for a way out. Breathlessly I told him I was about to cum but he just kept jacking me until I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and sho…

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On The Road

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On long road trips I always got so restless. That was the main reason why I wanted to fly but Mark, being the penny pincher that he was, insisted we make the twelve hour drive to his parents. We had only been on the road for three of those hours when I had already grown tired of my cd’s, books, magazines, and everything else I had brought to keep me occupied.

I looked over at Mark. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned to ease the heat, strands of brown chest hair peeking out. It filled my head with deliciously naughty thoughts. I wondered what he would do if I placed my hand on his thigh. Gently, I did so. He looked over at me and gave me a half smile, not thinking much of it. I let my hand rest there for a while as I contemplated what to do next.

Some time went by before I moved my hand up just enough to get his attention. I shifted closer to the driver’s side. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head against him and let my fingers graze his inner thigh. He let go of the steering wheel and put my hand on his crotch. I felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans. I gave it a squeeze and began to rub it until it was completely hard. A wet spot appeared where the head of his cock was pressing up. I brought my head down and began to suck on it, tasting his salty juices through the fabric.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he unbuckled his pants and …

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The Assistant

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“If he doesn’t get off my back with all this shit, I swear today will be my last day!”

He was fuming, I had never seen him this pissed off, although secretly I loved it when he got pissed off.

“Five years I’ve worked in this damn company, the last thing I’m gonna stand for is some little prick right out of his Ivy league school telling me what to do,” he slammed his fist down on the desk.

“Calm down Robert,” I said.

For the past four years I had been his assistant and I’d been his lover for the past two years. The best thing about our relationship was that no one knew about us, he was after all married and happily so. There are just some things that a woman can’t always take care off, and for those things he has me. I’m always glad to be of service as long as I don’t let my heart get in the way. That’s the hard part about falling for a straight man, they can never truly be yours.

“He’s just a little overcome with new power, you’ll see. His type never last for long, you got rid of the one before him you’ll get rid of him too.”

I was trying my best to be comforting and encouraging, but he was shaking with anger. It was really turning me on.

“Come here!” he commanded.

The strength of his voice sent shivers up my spine. I knew what he wanted. This was how it always went. I walked over and made sure his office door was securely locked, and then I walked over to his chair. He turned to face me; I could see the lust and desperation in his eyes.

I got on my knees and spread his legs open. I looked up at him and he nodded approvingly. I then unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but even soft he was a sight to behold. At least eight inches soft and very thick once hard he was almost ten inches, for the longest time it was hard for me to get used to his girth. I start by pulling on the foreskin with my tongue and gently chewing on it, he loves it when I do that. Then I worked my magic on the head of his cock. I could taste a small trace of pre cum in his slit, having wet his head I worked to take his cock in my mouth. I could feel the rush of blood fill his shaft until he was fully erect. There was nothing I liked better than feeling his man meat growing hard in my mouth. It was almost enough to make me cum.

His moans of approval pressed for me to go deeper and so I tried to relax the best I could in order to take more of it in. I loosened my jaw and worked more of it in my mouth, remembering to breath through my nose. I plunge down on him until my head was buried in his thick bush, my nostrils filled with his masculine scent. That was one of the things about him I loved the most, his…

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Great Morning

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The morning light shone sweetly on his face. It was a welcome change after the night we’d had.

Greg and I had been secretly seeing each other for the last year. He was an only child and his parents didn’t know yet that he was gay, much less that he was in a relationship. At least not until last night.

It was well past midnight when he showed up at my door, suitcase in hand. His eyes were blood red from crying. He had told his parents everything. I knew he was going to tell them he was gay, but I was surprised he had decided to tell them about us. And even more surprised that they had kicked him out of the house. Of course I didn’t care if he stayed here, we had been talking about moving in together anyways. I just hated that it had to happen this way.

It’s just funny how different everything looks in the light of morning. Last night he was uncontrollable with tears, angry at his parents, and at the world that didn’t accept him or us. I listened and held him tight until exhaustion got the better of him. I stripped off his clothes and laid him on my bed, which is where he lays now, without a care in the world.

I stroked a strand of hair off his face and ran my hand down his back to the edge of his perfectly round cheeks. He smiled and moved closer to my side of the bed. I rolled over and lay on top of him. His body was so warm and inviting I couldn’t help but get hard. I’m always hard in the mornings, but this time, with him by my side I was extra hard. Wrapping my legs around him I pressed against his tight hole. He let out a moan, and spread his legs open for me. I took this as an invitation and began to work my way in.

My precum made it easier to slide into him. Slowly I pressed my cock against him, resistance soon gave way and I was inside. I pressed my chest against his back and teased his ear with my tongue. Wrapping my arms around his chest my hips pressed into him. I could feel his body tighten as I plunged deeper. He felt so tight around me. I slid my cock to the root and held there letting him get used to having me inside of him. Slowly his body relaxed and I began to slide out of him. I got my cock to the edge of his sweet ass then slid back all the way in. His young hole was so tight that every thrust got me closer and closer to the edge.

He turned his face towards mine and I placed my mouth on his. Slowly we shared a passionate kiss. I quickened my thrusts as his kisses become hungrier. He raised his ass and pushed against my cock, letting me deeper inside of him. With his tight ass…

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