Monthly Archives: January 2007

Desperate for Cock

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It had been weeks since I had last had the pleasure of sucking a nice big cock…and I was really horny for one…desperate for cock. I had tried my usual haunts…the tea rooms at the theaters…the rest areas…even the mall bathrooms…but no one came around. Then yesterday I left my office and entered the elevator. There was a younger guy already in and he said hi in a pleasant way. I nodded and said hi also. As the car descended I glanced down and saw that he had a hardon. It was sticking out against his pants leg and was obviously a big one. When I looked back up he was blushing and looked away. I said, “It’s okay…it happens to me a lot still.” He didn’t say anything and we reached the ground floor. He left before me and I followed…curious as to where he was going. To my surprise, he went down the hallway and into the mensroom. I followed…hoping that he was giving me a signal. When I entered he wasn’t in sight. Then I saw an open door on the last stall. I went to it and, sure enough, he was standing in front of the toilet. The seat was down and I didn’t hear or see any piss hitting the bowl so I entered and closed the door behind me. He turned around and smiled. I smiled back and glanced down. He held his big hard dick in his hand and was slowly stroking it as …

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A Game of Poker

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John and Phil were students, at the same university and had been sharing a flat for around six months. They had not previously known one another but had met as a result of Phil answering John’s advert seeking someone to share. Life was good for the boys, in their first year away from home, and apart from the usual money problems, which afflict the young; everything was going well. Separate bedrooms meant that they could entertain as many young girls as their stamina would permit, which for both of them was a significant number by anyone’s standard. At nineteen years of age they were at the height of their potency and didn’t want to waste a moment. Both guys were athletically built, taking part in as many sporting activities as their studies would allow. One evening when money was tight and, for once, there was little by way of female company, studies or television to create any interest for the boys, they found themselves at a loose end wondering what to do. A rare event. John suggested a game of cards to which Phil responded that cards were boring when no money was involved and currently that was out of the question. John thought about it for a couple of minutes and then said “Listen, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea but we could liven things up a bit.” “Oh yeah, how do we do that then? ” asked Phil, skeptically. “We could play for clothes, just for …

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Alan, The Handyman

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Alan was a handyman that worked around my neighborhood. I noticed that the work I saw him do was incredibly artistic and he never did anything that wasn’t worth his time and effort. One neighbor had him design and construct a fence for the back of his property. It looked as though it was right out of a Homes and Garden Magazine, yet it was Alan’s design. He also did window repairs, repairing broken glass, painting and even did some plumbing work. He was a very general handyman and his fee was very affordable. After he had finished the neighbor’s fence, I was invited over to take a look. Alan was there and when I set my eyes on him, I had all I could do to control myself. He was an extremely handsome young lad of about 35. He had the bluest eyes and his hair was cut so short, one would think it had been shaven only a few weeks ago. His build was muscular however, not overly so. But because of the types of work he did, it kept him in shape. He was an independent contractor and always finished a job before going on to the next one or the next neighbor. I told Alan that I had quite a bit of work that needed to be done at my place and when he had time, to come on over and I’d show him what needed to be done and if he would be able to do …

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I listened to the slow pulse of Lust as it crept into the room. The door had been sealed with painters’ tape and a wet towel but it still found me. It moved across the floor giving rise to the wood like a wave. The force made me trip and stumble backwards into the first bedroom. I was barely fast enough to push the door closed behind me. Immediately the clawing started. The scratching sounded like pleading. The kind of begging that digs into the flesh to draw something out that is not readily given. My intention was to grab a couple of condoms and packs of travel lube when I was stopped cold. In all the excitement I had forgotten about the picture of Stephen that I’d printed from an email he’d sent. My heart pumped my chest full with anxiety. I didn’t understand what had happened to us, how Lust had torn things apart so easily. I told myself to focus, that Stephen wasn’t coming back. The Lust had consumed him. I turned in panic at the sound of the opening door. Quickly, I fingered and filtered through the contents of the drawer beside the bed searching for what I needed and stuffed my pockets full. Five condoms, I counted. “Does carrying five condoms make me look fat” I wondered. Whatever the feeling was that inched to consume me, I was prepared for anything. The sound and motion of the floor writhing like a body in heat forced me …

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I listened to the slow pulse of Lust as it crept into the room. The door had been sealed with painters’ tape and a wet towel but it still found me. It moved across the floor giving rise to the wood like a wave. The force made me trip and stumble backwards into the first bedroom. I was barely fast enough to push the door closed behind me. Immediately the clawing started. The scratching sounded like pleading. The kind of begging that digs into the flesh to draw something out that is not readily given. My intention was to grab a couple of condoms and packs of travel lube when I was stopped cold. In all the excitement I had forgotten about the picture of Stephen that I’d printed from an email he’d sent. My heart pumped my chest full with anxiety. I didn’t understand what had happened to us, how Lust had torn things apart so easily. I told myself to focus, that Stephen wasn’t coming back. The Lust had consumed him. I turned in panic at the sound of the opening door. Quickly, I fingered and filtered through the contents of the drawer beside the bed searching for what I needed and stuffed my pockets full. Five condoms, I counted. “Does carrying five condoms make me look fat” I wondered. Whatever the feeling was that inched to consume me, I was prepared for anything. The sound and motion of the floor writhing like a body in heat forced me …

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