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The summer I turned nineteen is one that I will always remember. That summer was a real scorcher, daytime temperatures hitting the high nineties every day. The train ride back from college was pleasant enough, the car was air conditioned so it wasn’t that bad. There was also one of the more gorgeous guys I’d ever seen riding in the same car that made the trip even more pleasant. He was about my age, maybe a couple of years older. His black hair, with a slight blue cast to it under the lights overhead, looked silky and thick. My hands itched with longing to feel it. He had a strong jaw, giving his face a strength that very few men I ever saw had. I couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark sunglasses he wore, but my imagination ran wild with fantasies about their color, switching back and forth between both blue and green. Judging by his build, I’d have to say that he played football, his broad shoulders and the thick column of his neck giving mute evidence to the hours he spent in the gym. I know I probably shouldn’t have stared at him as openly as I did, but that’s one of the things I can’t control. I see a gorgeous man and I have to stare, it’s like an automatic reflex. Thankfully, he and I were almost alone in the train car, the only other passenger an older lady sitting at the back of the car, the only evidence of her presence the gentle rasp of her breathing as she slept. Feeling randy as hell, I decided, on the spur of the moment, to see if I could get this hunk’s attention. I was wearing my favorite shorts, a dark blue nylon that just barely covered my ass. I yawned loudly and stretched, exaggerating the movement to ensure he noticed me. I turned in my seat and threw my left leg over the armrest. I never wore any underwear, so I was fully aware of the fact that my limp cock and hairless balls were exposed. My football stud, sitting across from me, stared openly at me. I didn’t show it, but mentally I smirked as his gaze bored into my exposed crotch. His tongue snaked out to lick his full lips. He slid his sunglasses down his nose far enough to tip me a wink as his gaze traveled back down to my dick. He slid down in his seat, spreading his muscular thighs. He rubbed his crotch through the denim of his jeans with one hand while the other slid under his tight black tee shirt. I could easily see his flat bronze stomach where his shirt had hiked up. Feeling encouraged by his reaction, I reached down and stroked my engorging cock, teasing myself to a full erection. There’s something about being in public, with the chance that someone could catch me that always gets me horny. I dropped my leg back to the floor and matched my viewer’s position. I slid the waistband of my shorts down, tucking the elastic under my balls. The hunk watching me bit his lower lip and pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head, evidently not wanting the dark lenses to interfere with the show I was giving him. He eased down the zipper of his jeans and fished out his own cock and balls. His dick was already semi hard; a couple of strokes brought him fully erect. The sight of his exposed dick, easily seven inches, long and ropy with veins, made my own six inch dick throb. I looked down at my dick, a large drop of pre cum gleaming on the tip. I lightly touched my finger to it, drawing the drop out into a long strand. Again, my audience licked his lips, his hand grasping his shaft tightly, the dark red head of his dick turning almost purple as he squeezed. I licked the remnants of the drop of pre cum from my finger, savoring the slightly salty taste. I stared directly into my football player’s pale blue eyes as I savored the drop, my mind wondering what his cock tasted like. I heard him inhale deeply as he watched me taste my own pre cum. I licked my lips and let my hand return to my weeping erection. I wanted this to last, so I made sure that my strokes were slow and leisurely. As I continued fisting my throbbing cock, the stud across from me matched me stroke for stroke. Don’t get me wrong, I love the feeling of a nice stiff dick as it slips into my tight ass, or the feeling of my own prick entering the tight ass of a hot guy, but there’s something about jerking off with another man that I’ve always loved. Especially when the man I’m stroking with is as hot as the man I was watching. He pause…
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Kiddie Pool, Part 1
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During college I lived in one of those big, hundred-year-old houses that clutter up the surrounding area of most college campuses. This one was split out into four separate ‘apartments’ that all shared the same kitchen and bathrooms. It was, of course, in the ‘student ghetto’, where rent was cheap and neighbors were, um, suspect. And of these ghetto neighbors, rather than other jack-ass college kids such as ourselves, my roommates and I had the misfortune of ending up next door to a white-trash redneck family. The wife was a mousy, stringy, peroxide blonde and her husband was the quintessential ball-cap wearin’, beer-gut totin’, pick-up truck drivin’ working-man type. But the adults really weren’t the problem. They were more entertaining than anything else. The trouble came from the couple’s two bratty little kids. These runts were up at the crack of dawn every day, screeching and shrieking at the tops of their lungs, running all through both their own yard and ours, banging pots and pans and crashing into things. It was bedlam. And to a college kid who spent the previous night drinking until four in the morning, about the most painful thing you can experience is two obnoxious kids screaming outside your bedroom window at 8am. Apart from the constant noise, our neighbor’s home was just an absolute mess. It looked like something out of a National Lampoon’s movie. They had this huge, ugly ass RV parked in the driveway, and there were crappy dirty kids toys strewn all over the front lawn. We were constantly having to toss plastic tricycles and hula hoops and what-not back over into the neighbor’s yard, just to get them out of our driveway so we could park our cars. And the absolute worst was in the summer when they put up the kiddie pool in the front yard. They had one of those big rectangular inflatable deals that was about a foot deep and ten feet long by five wide. Those damn kids would be out there splashing around and shouting at the top of their lungs by seven o’clock in the goddamned morning. It was just too much. So, drunkenly one evening while sitting out on our front porch, my roommates and I decided it was time to get the family out of there. So we started jokingly brainstorming ways to convince the neighbors to move. Then Dan stated the obvious that all of us had overlooked. “Seriously guys. We’re four gay college guys. What’s gonna freak out a southern redneck family more than seeing two guys having sex? All we need to do is start fucking with the windows open, and I guarantee you there will be a Uhaul on that lawn in no time!” Dan’s suggestion was hilarious and absurd, but after a few moments of drunken thought, it just really didn’t seem so crazy at all. We shared that moment of contemplative thought, the expression on each of our four faces relaxing from a silly grin to that of more of an inquisitive pondering. “Huh…” I said finally. “You know, I think you might be onto something.” Charlie chimed in with an extension of the idea, “Hell, why limit ourselves to doing it in front of open windows. We’ve got this whole big front porch here with this strong, sturdy railing!” He reached over from his collapsible lawn chair and padded the weathered railing that ran the length of our front porch. We all laughed at this. Then Kevin sealed the deal. “No guys, here’s what we do. We go out to Wal-mart tomorrow and buy ourselves a kiddie pool just like there’s. We blow it up and toss it out there on the lawn. And then we hang out, half-naked in that thing all hours of the day and night, kissing, cuddling, sucking, prodding – just make a big show of it right out there in front of God and everbody.” We all broke into a riot of laughter at that. But, again, when the laughter subsided, we all shared the same expression. We were going to actually do it. And so we did. The next morning Charlie and Kevin left to head off to Wal-mart while Dan and I stayed home to mow the grass and get the front lawn ‘prepped’. The boys returned with the tackiest, most god-awful inflatable swimming pool I’d ever seen. It took us the majority of the afternoon just to blow the damn thing up, taking turns huffing and puffing away at it until we were all blue in the face. But by late-afternoon, we had it full. All we had to do now was go through with out plan. We all eyed each other devilishly, then scurried off to our bedrooms to put on our ‘outfits’. I had a tight little blue speedo from my time on my high-school swim team that I figured was perfect. So I disrobed, stretched its tight, sheer fabric over my tight ass and bulbous package and then checked myself in the mirror. It actually looked pretty good. I was more than a little proud that I had kept myself in such good shape over the past couple of years, what with all the heavy drinking and cafeteria food I’d partaken of. I grabbed a towel and headed off for the porch. I was met there by Dan and Charlie. Dan was wearing a pair of silk, white boxers and was donning a shower cap and a back scratcher. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw his skinny little white legs sticking out the bottom of his loose-fitting boxers. Charlie was the most conservative of the three of us, just wearing a normal pair of trunks. Then here came Kevin, strutting out the door in a pair of four-inch heels, and a red thong. “Oh… my… God…” we all remarked together. “Where the hell did you get that?!” “Remember when Arthur had that Queens and Kings party last semester?!” “Brilliant!” Leave it to Kevin to ‘re-purpose’ the most glowingly flaming outfit any of us had ever worn! “Alright boys, lets hit it!” Kevin led the charge, sashaying down the steps off the front of the porch and making his way down the short sidewalk to the kiddie pool. “Hey, Kevin, don’t forget to take off your heels before you get it in, we don’t want you to pop the pool!” I jested as I followed behind him, watching his thick, bare ass bounce and tense with each stride of his long, muscular legs. Kevin was crazy, sure. But I had to give it to him. The…
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First time going down
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I got my first blowjob at an X-rated theater. I loved it and soon was a frequent visitor to the movies, and also to rest areas. I’ve been done by young guys, old guys, businessmen, and construction workers, but I never went down on a guy until last week. I was flying to see my children back in Illinois. It was a fairly long flight from California, so I had to take a leak after the drink service. I walked to the back of the plane and saw that one stall was unoccupied. I opened the door and saw a man standing by the sink. He had his cock in his hand and was obviously jerking off. I started to close the door but he motioned for me to join him. I hesitated for just a second or two and saw that no flight attendants were looking, so I quickly went inside. He locked the door and put his arms around me. I felt his hardness against me and my dick began to grow. He reached down and rubbed me with his other hand, and then he kissed my ear and whispered, “I need it bad, man.” Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pressed downward. He was a businessman. He wore an expensive suit, but I wasn’t looking at the suit. I was looking at a long, thick cock with a big head. Pubic hairs sprouted from the base of his fabulous cock and covered his ample ballsack. Once I was on my knees, he took his throbbing cock in one hand and began stroking it. He was cut and I was mesmerized, watching his hand move up and down on such a nice dick. “Take it,” he whispered. I reached up t…
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Rear End Window, Part 2
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It had been several weeks since I had been lucky enough to witness 18-year-old Danny Macmillan’s spanking at the hands of his father and I was convinced it was just that, a stroke of good luck. After the incident things remained the much the same, Danny would rise early and go for a run. He’d arrive home at 6:00 A.M. strip down to one of an assortment of skimpy bikini briefs that he owned and work out in front of the window with the curtains open, and his large ass popping out from under the leg bands. I had been watching this hot teen for some time now and knew that after his workout he would shuck his briefs, lie back in bed totally nude, and jack off. He’d then shower and start the day. He’d also strip down and jack off each night right before going to bed. This was his routine, seven days a week, without fail. It struck me as funny; I didn’t really know this kid at all. I spoke to him maybe five times since he’d moved in but never anything more than a quick “Hello”. Yet in some ways I knew him intimately. I had witnessed a very private moment between him and his father when Danny got spanked. Then, of course, watching him jack off twice a day–and all of this he did in front of an open window. It was as if he viewed it as a fourth wall rather than an opening into his private world. Since he had moved in, the curtains hadn’t been closed. Another thing that was odd about Danny was the fact that he was never dressed. Oh, sure when I saw him on the street or in the courtyard he was, but, even if I saw him come in through the courtyard and go in the back door, by the time he appeared again a few moments later in his bedroom window, he was already in his underwear or in the process of undressing. I remember being a teen and living at home and occasionally running around in my underwear, but only boxers. This kid’s underwear was so scant it almost wasn’t there. And that monster ass of his always seemed to be swallowing up the back, so his firm young buttocks were almost always visible. I know it’s just my dirty mind, because I have never witnessed anything that you would call ‘inappropriate’ happen between Danny and his father, Tim, but I couldn’t help wonder what Tim Macmillan thought seeing his son barely dressed all the time. Tim’s curtains were never opened so I often wondered if he too ran around the apartment the same way Danny did in some skimpy briefs. But then I decided against it since every time Tim stopped by Danny’s room he was dressed. Like I said, I’m sure it’s all just my dirty mind coming up with wild incestuous fantasies. And I was sure I’d never witness another spanking of this bubble butted young man. Then one evening my luck changed. I was writing and peeking in on Danny occasionally. He was sitting at his desk in a pair of black cotton bikini briefs typing on the computer. My guess was a school paper. Then, like the last time, his bedroom door flew open and in walked his father yelling with a slip of paper in his hand. I made a snap decision. Not only did I want to see this, but also I wanted to hear what had upset Tim so. I also was hoping that Danny would be going back over Tim’s knee and wanted to hear Tim’s hand come down hard on his son’s bare muscular cheeks. I got up and raced from my apartment down the stairs and into the courtyard. It was 7:30 P.M. in October, so it was dark. I crept across the courtyard and hid behind a bush just outside Danny’s window. Not only was this a perfect view, but the window was open a crack so I could hear everything perfectly. Tim was yelling at Danny saying that he couldn’t believe he had gotten another parking ticket. He also stated that apparently that last spanking had no effect on Danny whatsoever. So, that’s why Danny had gotten spanked before. Wow, Tim was strict. I continued to listen. “I’m sorry, Dad. Really.” “That’s not good enough. It looks like you’ll have to go back over my knee like a naughty little boy!” yelled Tim. “Now stand!” Danny s…
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Dark Angel, Part 3: Gang’s All Here
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The call had come in the late afternoon, and I stood shivering on the small porch of the run-down little bungalow, even though the sun was still burning hotly. The Dark Angel opened the door, and, when I started for the stairs to the basement on my own, he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me toward the back of the house instead. We entered what must have been his bedroom. The first thing I saw was the large wire dog’s cage in the corner and a chill went down my spine. I wasn’t fond of dogs and someone like the Dark Angel was sure to have a large, mean brute of one. Then I saw the bed. Just a double bed, but then I saw rising up from the sides, near the foot of the bed, what looked like two metal shepherd’s hooks. I saw that cuffs on short chains were attached to the top of the hooks and that what looked like a wide band of black leather sling was also attached there and hung down between the hooks. The Dark Angel wasted no time in getting into the session. He stripped me down and cuffed my hands to the tops of the hooks and made me kneel on the bed, pointed toward the headboard. My chest rested on and was supported by the band of leather. He quickly prepared my ass for his cock, came down onto the bed with his knees, and was soon buried deep inside me and driving my ass walls wild with that Prince Albert cock ring of his. This was what I liked. This was what I came here for—his luscious cock pumping me hard. Shortly into the fuck, he came off the bed onto his feet and lifted my legs and swung them out, holding them to his hips. I was suspended in the air now, my chest straining against the leather sling, and he was pumping my ass hard and deep, swinging me forward and pulling his cock back before ramming me deep as he pulled my body back toward his. I was sure he was going to finish me like this; I wanted him to finish me like this, but he suddenly stopped fucking me. I could tell he was close to blowing, but he stopped. He uncuffed me and told me I’d better go take a piss, that maybe it would be a while before I’d be able to do that again. With a great sense of foreboding, I went into the small bathroom off of the bedroom and did my best to evacuate myself. When I returned, I saw that he was sitting on the end of the bed and had the ball stretcher he had used on me in the last session down in his basement in one hand and the case containing the set of sounding wands in the other. I moaned as soon as I saw them and involuntarily turned toward the bedroom door, wanting to escape. But I knew there was no escape from him. “Come here,” he commanded. I hesitated. “I said come here, now,” he repeated in a low growl. I slowly walked over to him and he pulled me to him, spun me around, and sat me in his lap. I cried out in pain, as he forced my ass down hard on his engorged cock. I was once more skewered to his lap. I involuntarily lurched as he got the ball stretcher snapped between the root of my cock and the pulled-tight balls again. This time he cuffed my wrists, my arms spread out wide, on the hook apparatuses at either side. After he’d bounced me up and down on his cock for a few minutes and punished my ass walls with his ringed cock, he spread his legs wide and then lifted my legs out even wider on top of them and told me to lie back into his chest. When I was a little slow in doing that, he reached down with one hand and squeezed my balls and pinched my nipples with the other hand and told me he was going to continue doing so until I settled down. I fought through the pain and settled as well as I could under the circumstances. I whimpered as I heard the sounding wand case being unzipped. Out came a wand a size larger than he had last used on me. I lay as still as I could as it slowly entered my piss slit and worked its way deep down my urethra. When it was in a good eight inches, the Dark Angel slowly rotated it about and moved it back and forth, nudging my piss canal to widen. He was humming again now, in his own zone of pleasure. He held the rod there deep inside me for a minute or more and then he turned his face down to me and, as I knew he expected, I met his mouth in a kiss. He was slowly pulling the wand out as he kissed me deeply, possessing my mouth, not permitting me to cry out. He pulled his mouth away from me and selected the next, thicker sounding wand. “Auggh! Ahhhh,” I did cry out now as this one traveled through my piss canal. The wands seemed impossibly thick now. He was humming loudly. I was afraid I was beginning to hyperventilate and was panting with shallow breaths, trying to hold my pelvis perfectly still. I wanted to pass out and I think I almost did as the fourth wand entered me. I was just collapsed against the Dark Angel’s chest now, fully spent, every nerve of my body tuned to that thick, thick rod teasing my piss canal to spread wide as it invaded deep inside me. I felt I was close to coming, but I was too weak to do anything about it. And then the Dark Angel was pulling the wand out. And he must have felt me close to orgasm, as was he. When the tip of the wand exited, he squeezed my balls and he and I ejaculated at the same time, me in a profusion of cream just flowing out of my beleaguered piss slit and he deep inside my ass. I thought the ordeal was over then. He was passionately kissing me, and I thought he had had enough. When he disengaged, I just lay my head back on his shoulder and stared at the ceiling, wondering what came next—fearing what may come next. I felt cold steel at my piss slit again, and I jerked my head down in surprise. I was just in time to see the full length of the four-inch swordlike metal rod as the Dark Angel pushed it into the widened piss slit all the way to the hilt. There was a metal ring attached to the hilt by a short chain, and he proceeded to force the head of my cock through this and push it to the rim, where the head met the shaft. “This is a penis plug,” the Dark Angel explained. “You will wear this until I take it out of you. And I wouldn’t even think of trying to piss with it in; you would not like the result.” I knew better than to ask him why he was doing this to me. I knew it was all about dominating me—the most intimate form of domination—and me accepting that without question. The longer I took to surrender to him fully to his satisfaction, the more of this I would have to endure. “And these are weights,” he went on to say, showing me tiny black cylinders. “These are going on the ball stretcher…
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