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I can remember my first experience with masturbating in public very clearly, as if it were just yesterday that it happened. I had never done it before, and I hadn’t done it since, though no one knows what the future will hold. When I was in my early twenties, I attended a small college that obsessed over football. I was never much of a football fan, but since I never had anything else to do on Saturday nights during the fall semester, I would go out to the games just to get some fresh air. I would actually get really excited at the games to keep warm. Since the college was in the North, autumn was a bitter cold season. Jumping up and down and cheering was a great way to get the blood flowing. I should also confess that I thought many of the football players were really hot, and that alone brought up my body temperature by at least a few degrees. I especially liked the tight pants they had to wear that showed a huge bulge between their legs. All of the flesh hitting flesh and ass slapping was enough to give me an erection at every game. I would go back to my dorm room after every game and stroke myself, pretending to be one of the football players that had to be punished by the rest of the team for throwing a bad pass or something. It always worked out perfectly because my roommate went home every weekend to see his girlfriend, no matter what the circumstances. I could masturbate and cum as much as I pleased on weekends. I remember it was an especially frigid night when my school was to face its biggest rival: another college that was only about an hour away. Since my college was so small, we didn’t have a very big football stadium, despite the popularity of the sport in the region. Metallic bleachers lined the field on both sides. They didn’t go up very high, but were very long. Huge gaps of space were between each level so that one could see underneath the bleachers, though it was pretty dark under there. For the big rivalry game, I wanted to stay out of the madness of the crowd and took a spot in a section of bleachers that was partitioned off from the rest. Nobody ever sat in the bleachers, not even during the big games, because they were old, rusted, and sat in front of an elm that obscured the view of the field. They were way down at the endzone, too. They had been pretty much abandoned by the fans and the school and only remained there because no one cared enough to remove them. If I sat at the top, however, I could get a pretty good view. These bleachers were also different because they were grated, giving one a view below. The section was cut off from the rest of the crowd, but it still faced them at an angle, so I felt like I was still a part of the game. I did end up being the only person to sit in those bleachers. I had a pretty decent view of the game through a couple of bare branches. Because of the cold, I didn’t feel like standing up, so I just sat and hugged myself, wrapped in the large black trenchcoat I wore, and rubbed my arms. I could see my breath as it exited my mouth. My eyes were transfixed on the star of our football team and he bounced around trying to get warm and loosened up. His round ass cheeks tightened with each jump, and I could feel the real estate in my pants quickly getting filled. I thought to myself that it would be a very good night for jacking off once I got back to my dorm. Once the game had gotten under way, I noticed a sound coming from beneath the bleachers. It was a rustling sound, as if leaves were being thrown everywhere. I looked down over my shoulder and saw two guys dressed in football uniforms. One of them was from my college and the other was from our rival college. At first I thought that they were going to get into a spat, but I noticed that the player from our team was rubbing the other one his chest. The rival team player had his hand on the other’s growing bulge. I could scarcely believe what was happening before my very eyes. My attention was completely diverted from the game to the scene happening below me. The two guys moved in for a kiss and sucked each oth…
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Car Show
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Cory and I had been planning a trip up to the mountains for months. We finally got the chance to go and wasted no time in trying to get there. We both really needed this trip because the stress from our jobs started to get to us and was throwing a monkey wrench into our relationship. Every night Cory and I found something different to fuss at the other about, no matter how small the issue. I knew that we stilled loved each other, but we just needed some time to ourselves to rediscover it. I suggested that we take my convertible so we could get some fresh air during the trip. I hate being cooped up in a car for a really long time. I need the freedom of getting out, of letting others see me while I drive, or do anything for that matter. I’m really turned on when other people’s eyes are on me. It’s my aphrodisiac. Plus it’s very pleasant having the wind blowing through my hair and the sun shining down on me. Cory agreed that taking the ‘vert was a good idea. We took a shower together before we left. This was something we always used to do together, but our different work schedules forced us to do it separately. Before that, nothing made me feel better than lathering up Cory’s muscular body with soap, then rubbing him all over to wipe off the dirt and sweat that collected on him while working at the restaurant. His soapy cock was my favorite part to wash. I would massage it with both hands, kneading his soft flesh. After I washed all the soap off with the detachable showerhead, I would give his dick a more thorough cleaning with my mouth and tongue. Soon afterward, I would have cum all over my face, and he would wash me off. It was a very good system, and a great start to our road trip together. We got into the car and left, not looking behind us, leaving all of that emotional baggage at home. We were both in very high spirits, and willing to abandon daily life for one week of total fun and pleasure. It was the perfect day for traveling. The sun was out, there were no clouds in the sky, the temperature was perfect, and not many cars were on the road. We still had a few pass us, and I imagined that they were looking at my exposed upper body. I wanted to drive with my shirt off to get a tan, and to show off my body to passersby. Anytime a man, or woman, looked over at me, I would wink and make sexy faces at them, moving my shoulders a little to make it look like I was dancing.“You’re such a tease, Ross!” said Cory. “Those poor people are creaming their pants because of you. I mean, if you’re gonna give them a show, you’ve really got to give them a show!”“Hmm. Well, if that’s how you feel, then we should do a little something for the next car that comes up. And yes, I said we.” Cory smiled and put his hand lovingly on my thigh. He liked people to watch him perform as much as I did. Before we became so settled in, we would invite a straight girlfriend of his to come and watch us while we fucked. She would sit in a chair and finger-fuck herself, eyeing every bit of our flesh that she could. The arrangement worked out for all three of us, and we all had incredible orgasms. She really loved it when Cory would shoot cum all over my face and lick it up. The thrill of having someone watch me while I put my cock to use made me hot and horny all over, and I’d always shoot load after load of cum. Cory reached his hand under my shorts and started caressing my cock. Then he leaned over and started sucking on my neck. It took every bit of concentration in me to pay attention to the road. I grunted with pleasure with each stroke of Cory’s hand. A few minutes later, I saw a trailer-truck approaching us in the rearview mirror in the right lane. It worked out perfectly—he was up high, so he could see us better, and he would be able to see us from his side of the truck. That trucker was going to be in for a real treat once he pulled up to the car.By that time, Cory had unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. My stiff cock made a tent in my boxers. He continued on with stroking it through the fabric. The trucker had pulled up to the car by that time, and had a look on his face that seemed to show that he knew what was going on. He rolled open his window and shouted, “YEAH! Let’s see some more!” My co…
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Arches
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Grant walked slowly down the street. Moonlight was illuminating most of the square on this hot and balmy night. The Vic had been loud and rowdy tonight and he was glad it was now closed and that he could get out for a breath of fresh air. He turned a corner and carried on ambling. As he glanced around he suddenly noticed a light. It was coming from the Arches. He increased his pace until he was outside the sliding metal doors. They were parted by enough room for somebody to squeeze in and he peered into the gloom. He watched as a torchlight flashed about the premises. Whoever it was seemed to be looking for something. Quietly he slid inside. Whoever it was, was being very thorough. They explored all the shelves and cupboards. Grant waited until they moved across the open space and then he lunged. He grabbed the guy and pushed him face down across the bonnet of a car.
“What the fuck do you think you’re up to mate!”
The voice of Dennis Watts answered him.
“Calm down Grant. I’ve not done anything.”
Dennis’ heart was pounding. He hadn’t expected to be caught by anyone and now he was spread-eagled across the bonnet of a car with Grant Mitchell holding down his arms, his body caught under the weight of a guy bigger than him.
“Too right Dennis and you aren’t gonna fuckin’ do anything. What the fuck are you doing here anyway?”
Grant leaned back and bodily turned Dennis over pushing his feet apart so that the guy couldn’t make a run for it. He leaned forward again holding the guy’s arms outspread, his body pressed against Dennis’ to hold him still.
“It was Jonny Allen, Grant. He wanted to me to try and find something on you or Phil. Something so that he could put one over on the pair of you.”
“Oh yeah? Well that’s not gonna happen now mate is it? You deserve a fuckin’ slap you do.”
“Hey Grant. There’s no need to get heavy about this mate.”
“I am not your mate Dennis. I’m the guy who’s gonna make sure you never break in to anywhere a Mitchell owns again.”
It was then that it happened. Grant had been pressing himself against Dennis to hold the guy down. Dennis had been vaguely aware of the bulge of Grant’s cock pressing against him. He hadn’t expected it to turn him on. Yet here he was being held down by one of the few guys that could probably do it and his prick was beginning to stiffen. Grant felt it too and glanced down.
“Oh yeah Dennis?”
Grant deliberately rubbed his crotch against Dennis feeling the guy’s cock thicken even more.
“Like a big man holding you down do you?”
Grant smiled. Then he spat at Dennis’ face. Before Dennis could respond Grant pressed his face against Dennis’ and licked the spittle back up, his tongue rubbing against Dennis’ lips and cheeks. Grant smiled again at the look of astonishment on Dennis’ face.
“You ain’t the only one who’s been inside matey. You’d be fuckin’ surprised to hear what sort of stuff I’ve got up to.”
With that he grasped the collar of Dennis’ and pulled it apart ripping buttons from it and exposing Dennis’ chest. Grant leaned down and bit on Dennis’ right nipple.
“Fuck Grant!”
Grant looked up.
“You fuckin’ love it. I can feel it.”
Again Grant rubbed his crotch against Dennis and Dennis was shocked to feel Grant’s cock hardening inside his jeans. Grant put his head down and began licking and nibbling on Dennis’ nipple again. As he did this he slid one hand down Dennis’ stomach and opened his jeans. His hand slid inside Dennis briefs and he started feeling Dennis’ hard cock. Dennis just lay back on the bonnet amazed at what was happening to him. Then Grant slid his tongue down Dennis’ chest and over his stomach. He pulled Dennis’ trousers and briefs down and in one swift move swallowed Dennis’ cock up to his nuts. Dennis gasped as Grant deep-throated him. Grant bobbed his head back and forth for a while before leaning back and standing up.
“Thought you’d be surprised mate. Now strip.”
“What?”
“You heard mate. Get everything off.”
The look on Grant’s face told Dennis that he wasn’t kidding. He threw off what remained of his shirt and then stooped down to untie and remove his shoes. He pulled off his socks and then pushed off his trousers and briefs.
“Nice body mate. And a nice cock. Let’s see you wank it.”
“What Grant?”
“So many fucking questions. I said ‘wank it’. I wanna watch you spank the monkey.”
Dennis reached down and wrapped his fist around his cock. He started wanking while Grant looked on. This is fuckin’ great Grant thought to himself. Got him doing exactly what I say. Fuckin’ terrific. Grant kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He lifted his tee-shirt over his head then undid his belt and jeans. He unzipped them and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles where he stepped out of them. He watched Dennis as he wanked. His own cock had been half hard before he stripped off. Now it was completely erect.
“Okay Dennis. Come here.”
Dennis moved nearer to Grant.
“Do me at the same time as you do yourself mate.”
“What wank you?.”
“Of course mate.”
Dennis reached for Grant’s cock and wrapped his fingers around it. He began wanking him at the same rate he was tossing himself off. Grant let Dennis wank him for a while.
“Okay Dennis. Leave yourself alone and use two hands on me. Take care of my nuts as well as my shaft. Oh and get down on your knees while you do it mate.”
Without question Dennis did as he was told. There was something about the situation that made him want to acquiesce t…
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Trolley Dolly Slurps Some Cream
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Dylan was bored as he watched the passengers board the rear section of the jumbo jet. As usual his eyes quickly scanned the crowd to pick out any hot men, but so far he was disappointed. It was the long, overnight haul to Perth and he wasn’t looking forward to it.
But soon he had to forget his boredom, and his bitchy commenting on the “cows” as he called the passengers that paid his salary. It was time to spring into action, sashaying up and down the aisle checking that seat belts were fastened. This was Dylan’s favourite part of being a cabin attendant, getting paid to stare at men’s crotches. And even though he thought most of the men on the flight beneath his interest, their bulging crotches still commanded his attention. It was only after the flight had been underway for half an hour that Dylan noticed a very distinguished looking gentleman sitting right at the rear. Either he was losing his touch or the gentleman had switched seats. Either way, Dylan was intrigued. He noticed the expensive, understated Italian suit, the Rolex watch and the well buffed nails on the end of his beautiful fingers. They were piano playing fingers, or cock stroking fingers, torso teasing, nipple pinching fingers: fingers to suck on and to feel sliding into your hot, silky hole. Dylan was almost hard thinking about it. When the well heeled gentleman looked up from his book he noticed the strikingly beautiful cabin attendant with the dark, dark hair and pale skin and deep blue eyes. Those shapely red lips would have made any supermodel green with envy and Dylan’s tight little bubble butt bouncing up and down as he made his way up and down the aisle, like a supermodel on the catwalk, brought a bulge to the gentleman’s trousers which fortunately was hidden by his book. After supper and drinks the passengers began to settle down to try and get some sleep in their cramped seats. Dylan had less to do and more time to fantasize. He looked across the cabin and noticed the only light on was that in use by his sophisticated stud. He was a little older than the men Dylan usually went with, but oh so much more sophisticated than any of them. He was the man Dylan wanted to be once he had lost his sluttish ways and had some more money. The more Dylan thought about this man with his sexy brown eyes and handsome face and delicate hands the more aroused he became. It had been absolutely ages since he had flirted with a passenger, and goodness knew it was really hard trying to actually have sex on a plane, but he was so overcome with desire that he figured he had to give it a try. He went and fetched a malt whisky from first class and delivered it to his gentleman. ‘I thought you might like this.’ he said, trying to make it sound like he did this for everyone.
‘Why, thank you…Dylan.’ The gentleman purred as he read Dylan’s name badge. ‘Can you sit down for a minute or two?’ Dylan slid into the empty seat next to the gentleman. ‘My name’s Max.’ he said.
‘Pleased to meet you.’ Dylan replied and before he knew what he was doing he had added ‘and I’ll be very pleased to eat you.’ Sometimes the slut in Dylan just took over his whole life and possessed his tongue, stiffened his cock and loosened his reserve.
‘Would you now?’ Max said, and Dylan blushed and realized that he had said aloud what he had been thinking.
‘Sorry, strike that.’ Dylan said. ‘I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘Why not?’ Max demanded. ‘I’m bored as hell, and horny to boot and you’ve got the cutest little ass I’ve seen in a very long time.’
‘Why don’t you kill that light.’ Dylan said, his excitement making his voice sound strange. He reached over and picked up the light blanket that was lying on the seat next to him. He looked around, just before Max turned out the light and noticed that everyone around them was fast asleep. He s…
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They Took My Ass and My Keys
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They Took My Ass and My Keys
A fictional story by
Theo
Kevin was unusually restless this evening. Delivering RV’s from state to state wasn’t an easy task and could at times be boring. Knowing that restlessness could quickly turn to boredom, he knew it was time to pull over and get something to eat and sleep for the night. Within one half of an hour, he spotted a truck stop. Thinking of a hot meal, he pulled the thirty five-foot diesel pusher in between two big rigs.
Walking into the restaurant, and seeing all the big-bellied truckers, Kevin knew what his restlessness was. Ordering his food to go, he began to feel stirring a little farther down than his stomach. Looking at all the big bellies covered by tight stretched tee shirts was making him hungry for more than the greasy fried chicken he had ordered. Disappointed that he was too nervous to make any moves, he trudged back to the R.V. and resigned himself to bad food, a quick jerk off, and some restless sleep.
Sitting at the table with just his shorts on, and the light from his small laptop, Kevin hadn’t noticed that the original truck on the passenger side was gone and another one was pulling in. He did however, notice when a big behemoth of a man jumped down from the cab. With an audible sigh, Kevin could only stare at the huge trucker standing by his rig. He must have been at least 6’6″ and real close to the 350-pound mark. The lights from the parking lot allowed him to see a pair of dark, deep-set eyes, peering out from a face almost entirely covered by a thick, bushy, black, beard.
Catching one of his dark eyes, the trucker nodded and said hello to Kevin. Still, in awe of this massive man, he was only able to manage a quick nod back.
“Shit! I can smell that chicken all the way over here. Man. I’m fuckin’ hungry. C’MON MUD,” the big man yelled at some unseen entity. Just as he roared his command, another equally, if not large man loomed around the side of the rig.
Not knowing where the nerve came from, Kevin spoke.
“You’re more than welcome to some of my chicken. There’s plenty.”
“I don’t think you got enough to satisfy us two big fuckers,” he said, patting his stomach, then reaching over and patting his partners, equally good-sized belly.
Kevin just smiled and watched as the two giants lumbered away.
Not more than ten minutes had passed when Kevin heard a loud rapping on the side of the R.V. Engrossed in the DVD he was watching. He nearly flew out of his seat. Looking out the window, he could see the two big guys standing there.
“Hey buddy,” the driver said, grinning and holding up a bag. Kevin could see through his bushy ‘stache that he was missing a front tooth.
“Mind if we join ya? Be nice to sit on a comfy seat and eat.” Kevin was about to answer, when the big man named Mud, held up another large bag.
Speaking for the first time, he said, “Yeah, we got some beer here too. Figured you could use one or two.”
“Sure,” Kevin watched as the two guys entered, heads lowered so not to knock themselves out on anything. The driver walked over to the table, set his food down and stuck out a huge hand.
“Name’s Ben. He’s my partner Mud,” he said grabbing Kevin’s hand and giving it a healthy squeeze.
“Kevin. Good to meet you Ben. Mud. Have a seat. Make yourself at home.” It was only seconds before Ben and Mud were crunched up to the table, devouring food faster than Kevin had ever seen.
Halfway through their meal, Ben reached in a bag, pulled out a beer and slid it over to Kevin.
“Sorry,” he said, followed by a long, loud, belch.
“Thanks,” Kevin said, twisting the top off and taking a long slow pull off the cold brew.
“Man, that looks good the way he sucks on that bottle, don’t it Mud?”
Surprised by the comment, Kevin swallowed wrong and beer shot out of his mouth across the table, soaking Mud’s shirt.
“DAMN! I’m sorry Mud.”
“No big deal. It’ll dry,” he said, standing and awkwardly pulling his tight tee shirt off. Kevin could only sit and gape, open-mouthed at the man’s huge, hairy chest, and belly.
“I think this boy likes what he sees, Mud,” Ben said, kicking his big boots off and making them fly across the R.V.
“Maybe he needs to see every thing,” Mud laughed, still standing, but rubbing his crotch now. Kevin was at a loss for words, being intrigued, but frightened by these monsters. Never the less, he never stopped starring as the two guys stood and began to undress. Walking over toward Kevin, bare ass naked, except for the copious amount of hair covering his body, Ben spoke again.
“Wake up fucker. You got two horny fuckers to take care of.” The feeling of Ben grabbing his head and mashing his face against his hairy full, belly, brought Kevin quickly around to his senses. He knew he was going to have to service both of these big grizzlies, but he wasn’t aware to what extent. Not knowing what else to do, he reached up and began to rub the hairy belly his face was pressed up against. He was getting into the sweaty scent emanating upwards from Ben’s crotch, and let out a deep moan.
“I think we got a good on here, Mud. Let’s put this fucker on that big bed back there.”
“I think so,” Mud said, crossing the room and placing his big hands under Kevin’s arms. Not being a big guy, at 5’7″ and 165 pounds, it was no problem for Mud to lift Kevin straight up off of the seat and begin to carry him toward the big king size bed in the back of the R.V.
“Goddamn!” Those were the only words Kevin could get out as he was roughly dropped on the bed. He lay there, starring at the two men, towering over him, stroking what he could now see were two very fat, uncut cocks. Smirking up at the two monsters, they knew Kevin had given them their cue. They both climbed on the bed on either side of him and lay back. Quickly, Kevin jockeyed around until he was on his knees between the two, with his head at crotch level. Taking a cock in each hand, he began to slowly stroke them, working the foreskins back and forth. Not knowing which one to swallow first, the decision was quickly made for him. Feeling the bed move, he soon felt big rough hands pushing his shaved head toward Ben’s growing cock.
“Git down of that fucker. Suck on that cock.” Kevin opened his mouth and his head was furiously impaled on the fat cock in front of him. Not even being given a chance to slowly take it all in, he felt the hardening, big mushroom head, hitting the back of his throat. “Yeah, that’s it bitch. Eat that dick good.”
Trying to go with the game, he began to slowly suck way back up Ben’s now fully hard shaft. He knew it wasn’t good enough when he felt another pair of hands grab his head and begin to push it back and forth really hard. He tried to stop the brutal assault on his mouth, but he could feel Mud holding him in place, while Ben began to seriously fuck his mouth.
“Damn, this boy has a hot mouth,” he heard Ben saying as he began to thrust up even harder to his face.
“Can’t wait to get me a piece of that,” he heard Mud saying as he felt the man ripping his shorts down and off…”Bet this Black ass is nice and tight too. Just waitin’ for some big White dick.”
It was then Kevin started to get scared. He hadn’t been fucked in years, and he didn’t think he wanted to start up again with a violent fucking. He could feel Mud’s big hands pulling his ass cheeks and fingers funning in between.
“I’m gettin’ in there first Mud. He already has my cock wet. Little bitch hasn’t choked on it once, yet he sure got it nice and wet.”
“Fuck you Ben. At least let me taste it ‘fore you tear it up.”
Kevin could feel his cheeks being spread wide and Mud’s hairy face delving between them. Losing fright, Kevin groaned loud around Ben’s thick cock, as Mud tongued his tense hole. The deeper Mud’s tongue went, the harder and louder Kevin moaned.
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Monday Night Football
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This story takes place before the threat of AID’s and using the condom for protection. Readers, please protect yourself from this deadly disease and ALWAYS play safe. MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL I lived in a very nice apartment complex and sometimes looked out my window at the hunks in the swimming pool. I would often watch the guys in Speedos when they got out of the pool. The wet suits clung to their bodies showing everything they had beneath the fabric. Some would get out of the pool, find a lounge chair and lay on their back, exposing their bulge. Occasionally, you could see a semi hard cock trying to poke out the top of the tight elastic. I would often sit there in the dark of my apartment, looking at these guys and jack off while I’d dream of getting it on with one of them. There was one particular guy that was exceptionally handsome, with his dark brown hair, blue eyes, a body that looked like he worked out regularly and a bulge in his swimsuit that filled the entire front. I knew he was married, because I would often see his wife at the pool with him. One evening, I had been working overtime; I came into the front door of the apartment complex and headed over to the mailboxes to collect my mail. There was the handsome brown haired, blue-eyed dude getting his mail also but he had dropped some of it and was bent over picking it …
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Sailors on Leave
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SAILORS ON LEAVE
This is a true story of my first time.
My brother was five years older and was in the Navy. He had come into Treasure Island in San Francisco and our Mom and I went to greet the ship. He yelled down from the deck to Mom and asked if he could bring a couple of shipmates to our house as they all had an overnight leave pass. Mom yelled back to bring them along. We went on home and about 2 hours later, my brother and 12 of his shipmates showed up with bags of groceries, bags of beer and carrying their civies in duffle bags. After changing into their civies, the festive remainder of the day began. Drinking beer, eating food that they had brought. There were young men all over the house.
The evening set in, a couple of the guys passed out on the sofa and easy chair. A couple passed out on the floor just using their duffle bags as pillows. My brothers bedroom had a double bed and I only had a single bed in my bedroom but, they figured 2 could sleep in his bed and they would have one guy bunk in with me.
I was sound asleep when I felt the bed move as a young sailor crawled into my bed wearing his white boxer shorts and t-shirt. I looked at my clock and it read 2:30 am. I could barely see what he looked like by the street light that was reflecting into my bedroom window. I could see the outline of a very handsome lad as he lay there on his back. I laid there just listening to the breathing as the young lad was going into deeper slumber and I could smell the beer from his breath.
After about 20 minutes, the young hunk turned onto his side and was facing me. My arm was under the covers at my side and I was on my back. I could feel his boxer shorts touching the back of my hand. It took me several minutes to slowly turn my hand over so that I could feel the opening of the boxers. It was partly opened and I knew there was something just inside that opening I would love to feel.
As I raised my finger to the opening, I first felt some pubic hair. I moved my finger down and felt the shaft of his flaccid cock laying down along his thigh. I just laid there with my finger on his cock and after another 10 minutes, I slowly worked my finger under the shaft and laid there listening to his deep breathing. I knew he was still asleep. I very carefully and with very little pressure, pulled the shaft of his cock until the cock was fully out of the shorts opening. He flinched a bit but, in no time, his breathing continued as before. I laid there another couple of minutes until I was able to slip my hand under his cock, placing it in my palm. I could tell he was cut and by the feel, it was about 5 inches long in the flaccid state.
I had a raging hardon and knew my precum was oozing out. With my other hand, I put my hand into my shorts and milked my cock, getting more precum to appear and smeared it on my fingers. I then worked my hand over to his cock and carefully applied the sticky smooth lubricant to his cock. I did this several tim…
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Disciplinary Action
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“Jericho, can you please stay after class?
I looked at the kid, trying to appear serious and levelheaded. He was a disruption-he talked the whole class, answered his cell-phone during my lectures, and was completely disrespectful. I would put him in his place; I was the authority figure here, right?
The truth was, I was terrified of him.
“Excuse me, Mr. Tate?”
“You heard me. I’d like you to stay after class.” Oh god. There it was. The look. The look that made me feel about four feet tall. He rose from his seat and came towards me; slinging his designer bookbag over one shoulder and tipping huge black sunglasses over his steaming, silvery-blue eyes. Raking a hand through his ashen, platinum blonde hair he came face to face with me and looked up into my face-if that’s where he was looking behind those glasses.
The kid drove me nuts. I was not his peer. Having his father pay for everything he wanted didn’t automatically give him the right to treat people however he wanted. But more than that, he infuriated me because every time he sneered at me smugly, my ass would clench tightly and my cock would swell in my pants. The way his perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed in concentration (in the moments he was actually listening) made me feel light-headed. He was beautiful. He oozed sex, slinking around the school like some sort of spirit: a blatant, sexual energy that was almost genderless. His limbs were long and thin with toned muscles and a bronzed glow. His facial structure was delicate yet severely defined by his lack of body fat. I hated him. I wanted him out of my class. I wanted him in my mouth.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Tate. Was I talking again?” He said mockingly. He swung the glasses up into his hairline and taunted me with his aquamarine, sea-lapping-on-the-stony-shore eyes and dared me to provoke him without saying so much as a word.
“Y-yes, you were,” I stammered.
“Well. I am sooo sorry. Really, Mr. Tate. It won’t happen again,” he said, voice dripping with the obviousness of the lie he had told so many times. Still his eyes didn’t stray from mine. Finally I pulled away, and just shook my head, trying to get his stare out of me. Suddenly I felt his soft hand on my toned, lightly hair-covered forearm.
“You’re not…scared of me. Are you Mr. Tate?”
“What do you mean by that?” I said quickly and defensively. He chuckled.
“I’m not blind, you know. I see the way you look at me. You want to fuck me, and that scares the fuck out of you,” Jericho said matter-of-factly. My mood lit ablaze with fury.
“How dare you suggest that I-”
“I don’t mind, Mr. Tate,” he interrupted. What? I was speechless. I couldn’t take this seriously even for a second. He was quite a bit older than the age of consent, less than twenty years younger than me, certainly- but sleeping with a student was still completely irresponsible.
“I don’t know what you are trying to suggest, Jericho, but my suggestion is that you leave my classroom imm-”
Suddenly his lips were on mine, wet and smooth. I stood motionless for a moment, shocked and scared mindless. One of his slender hands was on the back of my head, his nails sifting through my short brown hair, the other slowly trailing down my back and onto my ass. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t let this happen. His hand slipped past my belt and between my boxer briefs and my khaki pants, stroking the hard muscles of my ass through the thin cotton of my underwear. My cock pushed uncomfortably against the fly on my pants, swelling quickly.
Not so reluctantly, I gave in and tenderly wrapped my arms around him, inserting one of my hands down the back of his pants as well. His ass was small but round, toned and perfectly smooth. I ran the tips of my fingers between his cheeks, and he gasped a little, digging his nails into my butt. His tongue reached for mine as he kissed me harder, and then fell away gasping to pull off his shirt. The thin tee shirt peeled away like sunburned skin to reveal the immaculately toned, tanned young body underneath. The line down his middle was like an etching in stone. His ribs showed faintly in the center of his chest, and he was as smooth as a granite countertop. I fell upon his tiny br…
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Motel California
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The Pacific sun felt great shining down on my naked torso. I had the whole beach set-up going for me—sunglasses, towel on the sand, surfboard, sunscreen, and, most importantly, plenty of hot boys to look at. I don’t really get out to the beach much since I live in the city, but these escapes every month or so invigorate my body. Sometimes I get to hook up with a guy, too, and I feel even better. I have a huge weakness for beach dudes, especially the blonde ones. They always have a nice tan to complement their pretty eyes. Every time I go to the beach, I rent a room out at the Motel California just in case I get to take one of them back with me. I’m constantly on the prowl for some new beach twink to take to bed, and they’re usually more than willing. There’s nothing in the world I like more than a young, smooth, carefree, and blonde twink with a big dick. My last trip to the beach was a disappointment because I ended up not bringing anyone back to the Motel California, which was a pretty rare thing. I had to sit on the balcony hidden behind some plants and jerk my own meat while staring down at some luscious young dudes—straight, unfortunately—playing a game of volleyball. There was more than just one ball bouncing around out there on the beach, and my eyes couldn’t stop looking at their athletic bodies scurrying around on the sand like crabs trying to get to the volleyball. I undressed each of the player’s in my mind and tried to imagine their cocks and balls flopping around in the wind. I finally came all over my flat stomach and sat there determined to find someone to bring back with me next time. I went back to the beach about a month after I had that previous visit when I didn’t get laid. The eye candy hadn’t been as good that summer because those long shorts had become more popular. Last season, Speedos were all the rage, and I constantly had a raging hard-on. I had to lie down on my stomach when on the beach because you never know who will see you, though I’d hoped the right guys would see it! Seeing all of those cute little twinks’ bulges between their legs sent me into a sexual frenzy—I could feel the heat rising from my crotch! I just needed something to stick my dick in, and luckily that summer there was plenty of that to go around. I had to be a little more careful this summer because a bunch of straight people started going to my favorite cruising beach. Nothing turns me off more than coming back from catching killer waves and seeing some girl in a tight bikini taking up prime space on the sands. Half of the time they don’t even want to get wet. It’s even worse when some unbelievably hot dude is with her, because I know he won’t ever get the feel the pleasures of a man plowing his ass. Those straight guys are lost causes, and I don’t mess with them anymore. Anyway, I got in some really good tanning time and decided to hit the waves since the surf was up. I needed some natural ocean water to cool off my flaming body and wild libido. I had a disappointing ride on the waves so I decided to just go back to the beach and hang out there, drinking a couple of beers. Another dude that looked like a surfer came up to me while I was drinking and asked if he could have one. He had a heavenly look to him—bright blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, slight muscle build, and a smile that showed two perfect rows of white teeth. He had on black Speedos with little red kisses all over them. I definitely wished those had been my kisses all over his package. I couldn’t deny such a beautiful boy a drink, so I handed a cold one over to him from my cooler. “Waves suck ass today,” he said to me after I made him a space to sit on the towel. The waves weren’t the only thing that sucked ass, I thought to myself. “Yeah they do,” I responded. “They were hella better last month when I was here, I don’t know what happened.” We were both leaning back on our arms, and our hands accidentally touched. I pulled back as a dumb reflex. “Hey it’s okay, I like to be touched,” he said, giving me that twinkie smile and a sparkle in his eye. I put my hand back on his and started chatting about surfing. He didn’t really know very much about the technical stuff, but I didn’t really care; in my view, he could ride my surfboard any time. We sat and drank for a while, talking about this and that, and unexpectedly he turned to me and said, “You have really beautiful green eyes. They look even better with your brown hair.” My cheeks turned red with embarrassment at his compliment. I knew I was a pretty attractive dude, but I’ve never been good at handling flattery all that well. We were pretty much built the same, but I had a little more muscle than he did. I was hoping that he’d make up for that with his cock, which I kept glancing at when I pretended to be looking out at the ocean. Through the Speedo, it looked fat and bulky, just how I like them. “Aw, thank you! That’s a really sweet thing to say. I think you’ve got beautiful eyes and hair, too. Actually, I think you have a beautiful everything!” I looked down at his bulge after my last sentence. “You know, it’s getting kinda crowded out here. This beach has gotten too fucking popular! I have a room over at the…
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Fuck Buddies Chapter 2
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The first time I attempted to write this story, it was about a life changing experience for me. The first time I was ever with a man in a sexual way. I felt I had to write it down, and even asked Matt, the other character in my story for permission. He didn’t mind, as long as I didn’t use his real name, which wasn’t a problem. I’m not using mine either. It feels even more personal now, I don’t even want him to know I am writing, but will tell him. It all started by meeting through a sex site on the net, which I concede is not the smartest move on my part.
It is six weeks since we first met. I’m not totally sure where we stand, this is my first relationship, if you can call it that. I have never been in love and this is more lust than anything else. Since the first intimate time I spent with Matt, we have had other sexual times, but generally just going to the movies and out to eat.
He usually invited me into his house after our weekly meetingof goingto the theater, but the last time just got a quick kiss and a goodbye. This time after Superman, “It was fun”, he said,and he went in the house, no kiss. We had been talking on instant messenger every day, so I just had to know what was going on.
Bradley: So you just want the friend part of friends with benefits?
Matt: Why?
Bradley: Just wondering.
Matt: Well, friend is ok with me if that is what you want, I still want the benefits.
Bradley: Cool
Matt: My landlord is back living in the house and is in control of the A/C, it is too hot to play. You would never stand it. I think we would have to play at your house.
Bradley: Too bad there are no cheap hotels that charge by the hour around here LOL.
Matt: yeah
Bradley: How about I take you out for ice cream?
Matt: Sure
I drove him home the back way by my house. I slowed up, “This is where I live”, hoping he would say to stop, but nothing. I kept going and drove him home. We were meeting the next day to see Pirates, which we did and then out for lasagna. On the way to his house, I said, “Well, I could turn down this street to your house, or I could keep going to mine.”
“Go to your house. You have air.”
I was totally shocked and not expecting it. He had told me the night before he was really nervous when I pulled up to my house. All I could think about werethe dirty clothes I left on my floor of my room and the dirty towels in the bathroom, and that Ididn’t have my best boxers on either. I was so sure he would go straight home.
Of course the other thing that was bugging me, Mom.
We walked in. I held him at the front door, and ran to my room, picking up an arm load of laundry and then to the bathroom for the towels.
“So you are Matt.”
“Yes , Hi.”
“Go on into my room Matt.”
I lead the way and he followed. It was really awkward, feeling like I was standing there in front of her naked or something.
Matt ended up feeling more at home than I did. It wasn’t long before he was naked, and I was feeling too embarrassed to join him. Ok, so I was the one who undid his belt and unzipped his shorts and pulled them off, but he pulled off his boxers. We had the music blasting, so I am sure Mom couldn’t hear us, but must have known what was going on. The kissing was as intense as always, our mouths sloppy with saliva. I went down on him, which I must admit is pretty fun for me. I started by sticking my tongue in his piss hole then licking the slit, and half sucking and kissing down his shaft. He shaves his balls so they are really smooth, and I love rolling them in my fingers while I blow him. I have started trimming for him. I was taking him down as far as I could, it was gagging me some, and he said I didn’t have to, but I really liked trying to see just how much of him I could handle. It wasn’t long before I had my pants off for him. He worked his oral magic as well and it was all too perfect really. He was really teasing me, playing with the head anda really greatfeeling was going through my body. We were in the middle of having great sex, then we heard my Mom. Matt rushed and sat upto put his clothes on.
“Don’t . I didn’t hear anything did you?”
He laughed, “No, not a thing.”
“Let me go see what she wants.”
I put clothes on and headed for the living room.
“What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You did, we heard you.”
“Oh, well, just letting you know there are a couple hamburgers if you two would like them.”
I went back to my room.
“Are you hungry? There are hamburgers?
I crawled back in bed, but we started kissing and it was clear he was hungry for me more than the burgers. I was out of my pants in no time. He had arrived at my house at 4pm, and it was after 8pm now. That’s when I told him I wanted him to do anal. I had always pictured myself in control and on top in my mind when I thought of being like this. But I knew he wanted this and I wanted to try.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
We had tried this the first time we met, but I was too tense. This time I had my legs pulled up and my hips on a pillow. He was looking me right in the eye and pushed in. I felt like I was gonna rip in two. The pain was awful.
“Stop, please, just stay still. Don’t move.”
He stopped, looking in my eyes, his arms either side of me holding his weight off of me. Then I felt him slip out.
“Try again.”
“I can’t. I’m not hard.”
He fell to the bed beside me and he held me. I felt like such a jerk. I got the burgers for us and we ate.
“It’s nine.”
I knew what that meant, he had to leave. He had to work the next day. I jumped off the…
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