"We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation."

Monday, June 30, 2014

All Male Fiction: I Spy (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels
Eric slipped into Coach Anson's office at the back of the boys' high school locker room. Eric, who was five-nine, weighed one hundred and sixty five pounds, with dark hair, brown eyes, and who was muscular and fit and had a bubble butt was one of Southfield High's up and-coming athletes. He had just turned eighteen and, like most guys his age, was horny all the time. Which is why he was in Coach Anson's office snooping around. He was looking for the key to the Coach's desk. Rumors abounded that the Coach kept porno magazines locked in the bottom drawer, and Eric desperately needed to get off right then and wanted to go into a stall and pump out a load of sperm while looking at porn.

Before he had managed to locate the key, though, Eric suddenly heard voices entering the locker room. It sounded like two voices - a man and a woman – and as the voices got closer, with no way to escape without being seen, Eric ducked inside a locker housed inside Coach Anson's office that held the Coach's clothes as well as some personal hygiene products on the top shelf.

Looking through the slats in the locker door, Eric recognized Mr. Diego, along with a sexy young brunette woman he hadn't ever seen before as they entered Coach Anson's office.

Mr. Diego was Eric's geometry teacher, but to everyone else he was "Alex." Alex was in his mid-twenties and made all the girls at Southfield swoon. He was Hispanic and handsome, stood five foot eleven, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a muscular frame that rippled when he walked. The cut of his pants showed off every finely sculpted muscle of his ass, and his arms and chest popped out of his short-sleeved polo shirts.

As Alex and the young woman entered Coach Anson's office, Alex's hand was wrapped around the young woman's ass. They were laughing and hanging on each other. Then Alex spoke. "We'll have some privacy in here."

The young woman replied with a smile and her hand reached around Alex's sturdy torso and cupped his luscious ass firmly. Her hand then darted back to the front of Alex's pants and began unbuckling his belt. Eric watched as they began to undress, standing only ten feet away from his hideout in the locker.

Alex's pants dropped to the floor. He was not wearing any underwear, and his cock, which was fat and uncut, was semi-aroused already, jutting out slightly. She handled Alex's cock as he reached to unzip her skirt, and Alex's cock became harder and thicker as she played with it, and got rock hard in no time. Alex's cock wasn't only thick, it was also pretty long. It had to be at least eight inches.

Alex hiked up her skirt over her abdomen, and turned her around and bent her over Coach Anson's desk. She was now facing away from the locker, but Alex blocked her view from Eric when he came up close behind her. His ass cheeks faced Eric; they were hairless and bronzed. They hung like cantaloupes, tight and bouncy at the same time.

The next thing Eric witnessed from his hiding spot was Alex entering the young woman from behind. Alex slipped inside skillfully, and began to buck faster and faster, holding on to her shoulders for support. He then grabbed her hips and fucked her harder and harder.

Alex's bucking quickened and then he withdrew as he began to cum. Eric soon saw Alex's cum running down her leg. Alex stepped aside and trailed his finger through the little rivers of cum, drawing his finger upwards, and then inserted his cum-coated finger into her mouth. He smiled and whispered, "Just want to leave you something to remember me by."

With that, Alex and the young woman quickly dressed and moved towards the door of Coach Anson's office. They were both stunned when they realized Coach Anson had been standing there quietly for several minutes, observing their fuck session. Eric had been so involved in watching Alex and the woman fucking that he hadn't heard or noticed the Coach come up to the door, either.

Alex, the woman, and Eric all stood silently looking at the coach, wondering what was going to happen next as he eyed both of them.

After an awkward pause, Alex spoke first. "Hey, Coach, didn't see you standing there."

Coach Anson motioned for the young woman to leave, and she scrambled through the door, but his arm moved across the doorframe and blocked Alex's path when he moved to follow her out.

Coach Anson was in his mid-thirties, with dark blond hair and brown eyes, stood five-ten, and weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds. He was fit and built; his hairy muscular forearms stretching the arms of his light-colored t-shirt, his bulging pecs straining the thin t-shirt across his chest. Coach Anson's ass was a muscular silhouette filling out his navy track pants. He was pumped like he'd just completed a strenuous workout.

Coach Anson retorted, "That's because you were too busy banging that chick. How many times do I have to come in here to find you slamming your meat into one of the substitute teachers?"

"Just trying to make her feel welcome," Alex joked trying to break the tension, moving backwards as Coach Anson stepped forward.

Coach Anson followed as Alex backed toward his desk and spoke sternly, "I already caught you in here once this week, and once a couple of weeks ago." He then asked, "What did I say, Diego?" as the back of Alex's legs bumped into Coach Anson's desk.

Alex thought for a moment, his face showing a thought crossing his mind. He didn't say a word.

Coach Anson followed up. "I said, I would teach you to keep your dick in your pants, and I guess that's what it's come down to."

Eric watched in awe as Coach Anson swiftly grabbed Alex's left hand and twisted it behind Alex's muscled back. Alex tried to squirm away but was trapped. Coach Anson wrenched Alex's hand tighter against his back until Eric could see the pain visible on his face.

Alex winced and breathed in quickly, whispering, "What do you want, Coach?"

Coach Anson kept Alex's left hand pinned while his free hand reached around Alex's waist and undid Alex's belt. With one swift move, Alex's pants fell to the ground again, exposing his soft cock and naked ass.

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 2)

"Getting Pumped"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels
After sucking my first cock, I craved to do it again. It was all I could think about. Luckily my best friend Adam - the recipient of that first blowjob - was only too happy to help me satisfy my craving. He had a home gym set up in his basement and I'd been going to his place a few times a week for the last couple of years to work out with him. We'd work out, hang out for a bit after, and then I'd go home.

Now, those workout sessions usually ended with Adam wanting a blowjob and, since one or both of his parents were always around, we'd scurry up to his bedroom and I'd suck him off. I loved sucking him off and always took care of myself later on.

Sucking his big cock and taking his load down my throat was so hot for me, but I wanted to try more things with him, too. Little did I know at the time, but I would get my wish.

It happened about six months after I had started sucking Adam's cock. We were both working out in his basement, both of us shirtless, just in shorts. I was doing bench presses while he spotted me. During my third set on the barbell, I noticed a bulge starting to appear in Adam's shorts. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew it was time to stop working out with weights and give his cock a workout instead. But this time, instead of heading up to his room, he just pulled his cock out through the leg of his shorts while still standing over me and placed it at my lips.

I was surprised at first, but then remembered that his mother had gone out a little while after I had arrived and no one was there but us. I opened wide and took it into my mouth as he grabbed the barbell for support.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he held it upwards and then bent his knees and lowered his balls down onto my nose and mouth. "Smell my sweaty balls! Yeah, smell good?"


"I bet they taste good, too. Let's find out. Open your mouth and lick them with your tongue. Yeah, that's it!" he said, and moaned as I repeatedly lapped at them, "Suck my fuckin' sweaty balls!"

I sucked them, one by one, and then I got both in my mouth at the same time.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah! Wash the sweat off with your tongue until they're all clean!"

Soon his balls were being pulled from my mouth and replaced with his cock again. While I worked my mouth on his cock, I reached both hands around him and grabbed his ass. It felt rock hard and toned.

"Whoa man. Don't get too friendly back there. That's an exit only. Yours on the other hand…"

Yanking his cock out of my mouth, he told me to stand up. As soon as I was on my feet, he instructed me to turn around so that my back was to him. In one quick move he pulled my shorts and underwear to my ankles. I could feel his eyes on my bare ass and then I felt his hands. They were kneading my cheeks, and my crack was opening and closing as a result. I heard a slurping sound and knew what was coming next and I wasn't wrong. I moaned as he slid a finger in me.

"Fuck, you're tight! Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked as he slowly moved it in and out.

"No, never. You're the only guy I've ever sucked, too."

"Well you're gonna get fucked today. That ass is so tight; I just gotta stick my cock in it! Man, I can't wait break it in."

Before I could respond, he was already running up the stairs. I turned and stood there, my shorts and underwear around my feet, completely naked with a hard-on, waiting for him to come back.

When he returned, he was completely naked now too, and he was stroking his cock as he walked across the room. It was slick and shiny with lube. He was holding the bottle in his hand, which he handed to me.

"Squirt a bunch of this up your ass," he said as I took it from him. "Make sure you put lots up there and work it up inside with your fingers. Try to get at least two fingers in there and work them in and out to loosen things up."

I did as he said, first kicking my pulled down shorts and underwear free from my feet to allow me to spread them apart a bit, and actually managed to get two of my fingers inside me. It hurt a bit at first but quickly started to feel really good. I was even starting to quietly moan a little bit.

When Adam heard this, he lay down on the bench, holding his thick cock in the air and said, "Ride my cock, Chris. Then you can decide how slow you want it to slide in."

I was nervous, but I wasn't scared. I wanted this and I walked over to him and put one of my legs over him so that I was standing above his cock. I put my hands on his defined chest for support as I lowered myself onto his cock. I felt the big head push against my hole as it started to slide in, and the pain hit me.


"It's ok man. Just relax. Stay like that and let your hole adjust."

I did as he told me and the pain started to go away. Then I started to slowly lower myself further and further down onto his cock. Once it was all the way in me, and I had sat still on it to let my hole adjust, it felt so good. We both let out a moan.

"Fuck man. Your tight ass feels so good. Ride my big dick!"

I started moving up and down on a few inches of his cock, very slowly. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting gently into me. Both of us were moaning. It was my first fuck and it was amazing; getting fucked by my best friend's eight point five inch cock.

"Stand up man. I want you to lie down on here," he said after a minute or so, indicating the bench.

I obeyed him and felt his cock sliding out of me inch by inch as I raised myself up. It made me feel empty and I wanted it back in me. He stood up while I took his place on the bench. He moved around to my legs and lifted them. His biceps bulged as he put my legs onto his shoulders and grabbed my hips. Sitting on the bench with his cock pressed at my hole, he started to push in. I was thankful it didn't hurt as much this time.

He began to rock, making his cock slide in me. It felt great having it back in my ass. He started thrusting a bit harder, so I reached my hands above my head and grabbed onto the barbell to hold me there. He pushed my legs forward a bit, making my ass lift up so he could thrust deeper. He began to thrust even harder, which was starting to hurt.

"Adam. Stop. It's starting to hurt," I whined.

"Fuck no, man. Your ass is feeling great wrapped around my cock. I'm gonna fuck you so good." He grabbed my ankles and started thrusting fast and deep. "Fuck yeah. Take my big dick. I'm gonna blow deep in your ass, man."

It was obvious he was going to keep fucking me incessantly, despite my plea of discomfort. All I could do was lay back and take his cock in me. He was in control; he was using my body to pleasure himself. In that moment I was just a tight hole for him to use to get off, and those thoughts aroused me even more, made the discomfort well worth it, and I closed my eyes and moaned louder than I think I ever had before.

"Oh fuck, Alex, so tight!"

Alex? He just moaned the name of another buddy of ours. Alex was the same age as us, a jock, and had a typical jock body; muscular from playing sports and working out. He had huge biceps and always sported a pretty big bulge. His face was pretty nice to look at, too. But why would my straight friend moan the name of another guy while he was using my hole just to get off? It didn't make sense for him to be thinking about him, or any guy, just then.

"You should get your cock sucked," Adam panted as he continued to ram in and out of my ass.

I thought he was talking to me, and as I went to open my mouth to tell him I'd rather that he keeps on fucking me, I heard another voice say, "Yeah, you're right, I should."

Friday, June 27, 2014

All Male Fiction: A Couple of Amateurs

By: Tommyhawk1
The room was pitch black except for a square of white light. The window wasn't frosted, just a combination of outside lighting, indoor darkness and glazing produced that uniform, white, unrevealing light. It formed a perfect square, clean, unbroken.

An oval form disrupted the whiteness, someone's head was on the other side, perched atop a hint of neck, and then, there were two such ovals. Shadows danced along the floor of the square, not as delineated as the heads, they made triangles that overlapped and broke each other... hands and arms were working at the bottom of the sash. The heads bent together in consultation to the tune of scratching metal and fracturing wood.

"Come on, man, hit it good!" one voice hissed.

"I'm hitting it. The motherfucker's not turning loose!"

"Go on and hit it. Nobody's home."

"I know that!"

"So hit the mother!"


"Yeah, that's moving it. Hit it again!"

"You hit it. My hand's sore!"

"Pussy! Fine, move over."

Thud! "Yeowch!"

"Now who's the pussy… pussy!"

"Shut the fuck up! Help me with this."

Crunch-crack-crack-ka-thoomp, and then a vibrating tone of an aluminum rod humming itself into silence.

"Yeah! That got it."

"Come on, open the mother up!"

Scritch-scritch-scritch-whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! The window rose up, surrendering its duty to defend the home, but not quietly.

"Come on, get in."

"So give me a hand up!"


"Uh-uh-hoo-HOOPH!" And now the whiteness was blackened entirely, the body slithering inside like some arthritic snake, caught halfway, teetered, and then fell inside, landing on the carpeting which muffled the sound that should have been a resounding thud.

"Damn, dude, you didn't have to shove me in!"

"Shut up and give me a hand in."

"So give me your hand," the guy inside offered.

A sliding-scraping sound, and they were both inside, and the white light was back now, bearing a black line near the top where the window had been opened completely up.

"Where the fuck's the light switch?"

"How the hell would I know?"

"Well, find it."

"You find it."

"Let's both find it."

A flick of a switch being thrown and the room was filled with light. Now you could see that the room was well-furnished, a delicate green on the walls, the bedroom furnishings were of dark, rich maple wood, the sheets on the bed were of soft, white silk, not the more common cotton, there was a painting on the wall of a green-faced man, bearing the unmistakable trademark of being an original work of art... and the more common things, a simple alarm clock, some books and an ashtray on the dresser.

The two intruders were revealed as being young, both about eighteen. They were alike in their hairstyle, cut short on the sides and longer on the top. Both were on the thin side of muscular. Both wore blue jeans and t-shirts, one guy's was green, the other guy's was pale blue.

They were looking at each other.

"Hey, man, you found it!" the one in the green shirt said, before he noticed that neither were standing anywhere near to a light switch.

Kli-klick! The unmistakable, unforgettable sound of a gun being cocked filled the air.

They turned and looked to see there was a third man in the room.

Older, brown-haired, heavily muscled, and holding a shiny, silver-plated rifle with the muzzle aimed in their direction, along with a scowl of anger on his face, bordering on fury. You'd think the fact that there were two of them and only one of him would have made him less threatening, but that logic goes out the window when the 'one' is an armed, angry man with a gun pointing in your direction.

"Shit!" said green shirt.

That seemed to sum it up for both of them; they raised their hands.

"I thought this house was empty," blue shirt said sheepishly.

"Yeah, my sister said they were in Europe," green shirt said in a whisper. "She works here as a nanny."

The scowl barely moved enough to let the words part the armed man's lips. "You two never heard of a house sitter before?"

"Oh," the two boys said in unison.

"Yeah," the man sneered. "God, but you're a pair of dumb shits. Your sister told you this house was empty, huh?"

"Uh, she just told me that she had the week off because the owners were away in Europe," green shirt babbled. "She didn't know Kyle and me were going to break in here, though, honest!"

"God, Jake, tell him my name, why don't you?" blue shirt said in exasperation, not realizing in his fear that he had just done the same thing.

"Kyle and Jake," the man nodded. "Want to give me your home addresses while you're at it, you couple of damned amateurs?"

"No, sir," both boys chimed.

"Please don't call the cops on us! We'll pay for the window; we just broke the frame on it," Kyle offered. "Bent it, actually. You can nail it back up and it'll be good as new, honest."

"I'm not going to call the cops." But the steely look in his eyes told them he wasn't letting them go, either.

"Oh, God!" Kyle breathed.

"Shut up!" Jake hissed at him.

"We are screwed! We are both so totally screwed!" Kyle moaned. "He's going to kill us and then put a pistol in our hands and say it was self-defense!"

"Shut up!"

"We are so totally screwed!" Kyle groaned.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Ah, fuck you!" Kyle turned instant rage onto his partner. "This was your idea. I just went along with it. I'll tell that to the cops and make a deal."

"He's not going to call the cops, remember?" Jake reminded him, snarling the words out.

"Oh, God!" Kyle was so pale, he looked like he was about to faint.

Jake looked at the gun again. "Man, please, just let us go," he said softly. "You don't want to kill us."

"Well, maybe I won't kill you," the man conceded.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I can't just let you two go, now can I?"

"Oh, god, we're so screwed!" Kyle said again. "We are both totally fucked."

"That's the idea," the man said.

"What's the idea?" Jake asked.

"Both of you totally fucked." The man's cock began to unfurl and snake down the leg of his pants.

Jake's eyes widened as he saw this. "No way," he breathed.

"Oh, God!" Kyle groaned. "He's going to rape us both, tie us up and fuck us. What are we going to do?"

"I'm not going to fuck you," the man clarified. "You are."


"You two are going to fuck each other," the man said. "Put on a good show, and earn your freedom."

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 1)

"Adam's Birthday"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels
As a typical horny, gay teenager, there was a lot of stuff out there that kept me locked in my room whacking one off whenever I could – which was pretty much several times a day. Magazines with male models, the hot skater boys on my street, the buff guys at the gym, it was all enough to keep me going. Being eighteen years old, sex was a big part of my life. I wanted to try everything.

I watched a lot of porn from when I was young so I already knew a lot about sex before I even started having it. Certain things would get me hornier than others, like seeing athletic guys in tight fitting tank tops or a Singlet. It made them look so manly and like they would take control. That was a big turn on of mine, a man that could take control. Not someone who would tie me down to a bed and have his way with me, but someone who would tell me what to do, be a little forceful and know what he wanted.

I saw this quality in my step-brother Jeff a few times, and will admit I got slightly turned on when we would play wrestle and he would pin me down. He was a twenty-one year old Personal Trainer who was in amazing shape. He didn't care who was watching when he came out of the bathroom in just a pair of boxer shorts. He had ripped abs, perfect, hard pecs and biceps that bulged from his arms, even when he wasn't tensing. He had trained me a few times, which got me to my athletic self that I am now. Defined pecs that weren't as big as his, but they were noticeable, abs that you could see the outline of, and small biceps.

He had mostly looked after me when we were growing up. My mother died giving birth to me, and his mom, whom my dad married a couple of years after my mom's death, was killed in a car accident when we were both still kids, and our father was always away on business. So Jeff had taken care of me all these years, which made me respect him. He'd always barge into my room at eight in the morning yelling, "Get up Chris or you're going to be late!"

Luckily I was good enough to hide all my gay porn from him over the years. It came as a shock to him when I finally came out at the age of seventeen. He was fine with it all, though. He respected me a lot more for having the guts to come out, and protected me anytime someone would give me shit about being gay. The next year was the year I had my first experience with a guy.

That first time happened on my best friend Adam's birthday. A bunch of us guys went over to his place to have a few drinks and party. Some of the guys brought girls with them. He had the house to himself that weekend as his parents were away. Altogether, including Adam and myself, there were ten people there, three of them girls.

Once the party started to die down, about half the people had left by that point, and of the three others that were left, a guy named Tim was passed out in a chair, and the other guy, Matt, and the girl he'd brought with him, had just gone off to one of the bedrooms to have sex. And that left me and Adam standing together behind the couch talking.

As the two of us chatted, he told me about one of the girls at school he was fucking and what it was like. Even though I preferred dick, I still always had an interest in what it would be like with a girl.

After he finished telling me all the dirty details, we stood there in silence for a moment, and as we did we heard Matt suddenly moan from the nearby bedroom and say, "Yeah, suck it!"

Adam and I smiled at each other and giggled quietly, and then Adam spoke. "Man, I could really use one of those right about now, too."

"Yeah, who couldn't," I laughed.

"Yeah, but, I mean it's my birthday. I should at least get a blowjob on my birthday, dontcha think?"

"For sure," I laughed.

"So… wanna give me one?"

I started laughing again but Adam didn't laugh and suddenly I wasn't entirely sure if it was a joke. Then, in a completely serious tone, he said, "No, really, you wanna blow me?"

"I dunno… I thought you were straight?"

"I am."

"Then why are you asking me to blow you?"

"Because I'm horny, and Lisa (the girl he was fucking) couldn't make it. Every guy deserves a blowjob on his birthday, and I figured since you're gay, you'd be willing to take her place on my dick."

"Oh really, you think just because I'm gay I'll suck any guy's dick?"

"Not any guy's dick, but I know you'll suck mine. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes." Then he grabbed my hand and said, "You want to, don't you Chris?" as he put my hand straight onto his crotch.

Monday, June 23, 2014

All Male Fiction: Pleasing the Boss

By: Unknown Author

I work for the federal government. My job isn't all that exciting, but it pays well and has a great benefit package. Good money aside, I still found myself needing to apply for a company loan, to replace my car, which was on its last legs.

Mr. Harlow, my boss, came up to my desk one day and said he needed to talk to me about my loan application. He instructed me to come with him, and led me to one of the boardrooms.

"Well, Peter," he started out, as he motioned for me to take a seat, and took a seat himself. "As you know, when an employee applies for a company loan, we still do a credit check."

I didn't know that. I figured that since the company paid us, if an employee applied for a loan, and didn't make payments, they would just take it off your pay check. Even so, I just nodded.

"We are like any bank that loans money," he continued. "Before we hand out large sums of cash, we check out the applicant thoroughly."

"Ok," I said. My credit was good, I wasn't worried.

"After doing a check on you, I understand that besides working for the federal government, you also have another source of income."

In checking me out, he had discovered my secret. You see, I make extra money doing amateur gay porn. I don't make much from it, but it gives me a little extra spending money. Being that I worked for the government, they had easy access to any income information on me, something I never thought about when applying for my loan. As I said, I never even thought that they would check me out before granting my loan. I just figured the paperwork was a formality.

"Huh?" was my unplanned reaction to his statement.

"Peter, I know you do porn videos."

Doing amateur gay porn was not something I advertised to my family, friends or co-workers, but he knew, so there was no sense in even trying to deny it. "So what," I blustered. "It's not against the law. What does that have to do with my loan application? If you checked me out, you must know I don't make much money from that, and I still need the loan."

"Think about it, Peter. If I sign off on your loan application, when the paperwork goes upstairs to the big wigs for final approval, and they see what you do, you'll be out of here in a week."

"You can't fire me for making porn videos; it's totally legal and has no bearing on my job here!" I said almost shouting.

"It won't be for making pornography. The men upstairs are from a different generation Peter. They would probably understand if it was straight porn. Maybe. But this type of porn, no they won't agree with that, and won't want you here."

"Is that a threat?" I shouted. "You do that, and I'll sue you for discrimination based on sexual orientation!" I said standing and slamming my fist on the table. I was pissed!

"Calm down Peter. They won't fire you for being gay or making gay porn. They'll say you are being let go for some other reason. I don't agree with any of that, but you'll be gone just the same."

I sat back in the chair and looked across the table at him. "So then, you called me in here to tell me that I'm not getting the loan, or to tell me I'm fired?"

"No, I didn't say that."

"Well, that's what it sounds like to me. I mean, from what you are saying, if you approve my loan, upper management will then have to sign off, read about my other source of income, and, according to you, fire me. And, if you don't sign off on it, they won't find out, I'll get to keep my job, but won't get the loan. So I lose either way."

"No, I think there is a way we can get around this so they won't find out, you'll be able to keep your job, and still get your loan."

"How?" I asked.

"Well, there are some things that can be done to make the info about your other job disappear before they receive the paperwork. You're a good worker, Peter. I don't want to see you lose your job, and I want to help you get the loan you need, but you'll need to help me with some things to make sure the paperwork on your other career disappears."

"I'm just an employee, not management. What can I do?"

He smiled. "I'm a simple man. How about letting me give you a good fuck, like those guys do in your videos?"

I'm sure my mouth must of fell open when he said that. In fact, I know it did.

"What?" I blurted. "Do you honestly think that I would agree to have sex with my boss, all in order to get a loan?" I spat.

"Yes." he said matter of factly. "You do porn, Peter. You have sex with strangers for money all the time."

"Yes, for money, and that's just a job. There's a difference," I said and then thought: And those guys are all young and hot, not middle aged slugs like you.

"Not really. You'll get your loan if you give me what I want, so essentially you will be getting paid for it."

He wasn't all that much to look at - straight hair cut conservatively short, grey eyes, and a round face that looked every one of his fifty-something years. He was built okay, healthy but nothing spectacular.

He stood up from his chair, smiling at me, and pulled down his zipper. He dug inside the fly of his suit pants and pulled out his cock! I couldn't believe what he was doing, and so casually! It was already almost fully hard, and it was a fairly big one, and fat. I was impressed.

"Come on, Peter. You do this type of thing all the time with strangers. Is it really too much to ask in order for you to get your loan approved, and, keep your secret?"

He really was something, a long, sad sort of face, the eyes of a cow. But I really needed that loan. Once my car went off to the big junkyard in the sky I would be fucked without a vehicle, so was getting fucked by my boss better than being without a new car, and being fucked anyway?

"Well, Peter?" he said wagging his dick at me. "How badly do you want that loan?"

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Bisexual Fiction: Amber Alert

By: DoorX & Ryan Michaels
My girlfriend's name is Amber, which is kind of ironic as there is nothing cautious about her. All of her friends are well acquainted with her carefree, adventurous and often mischievous behavior and have come to use the phrase "Amber Alert" when they see her coming. These traits of hers are especially true when it comes to sex.

A prime example in that regard happened one night when she, I and a friend of mine named Drew returned to my dorm room after a party. We were all kind of drunk, and I could tell Amber was up to something. She usually gets quite mischievous when she's had a few.

"That sure was a fun party. But I don't think the fun has to end just yet," Amber giggled as she put some music on and then began to twirl around in my room.

Drew and I chuckled as we watched my girlfriend dance. Her demeanor slowly changed as she moved to the music. Her eyes smoldered at us as her lithe body undulated provocatively. She began to rub her firm tits while her slender hips bucked with the music.

Amber smiled impishly at me as she danced toward us. Her eyes locked on mine, she moved to Drew, mounted his leg and ground her crotch against it.

Drew looked at me quizzically, and I could only shrug my shoulders in reply.

Amber raised her arms over her head and arched her chest towards Drew's face, moaning softly as she rubbed against his leg. She then flashed a seductive grin at us, lifted herself off Drew and spun away.

"Ryan, what's going on here?" Drew breathed hotly as Amber began to writhe before us.

"I'm not sure, but just go with it," I replied.

Amber began to do a slow striptease for us. She looked coyly over her shoulder as she pulled her blouse off over her head and unsnapped her bra. She threw the garments back at us, the bra landing on Drew's head. She then turned around and faced us, her hands covering her tits. She raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully at us, then pulled her hands from her chest. She gave us a quick glimpse of her pert tits, then laughed and turned away again.

I could tell Amber was enjoying herself immensely. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and liked to dance for me. But stripping in front of my friend gave her an added thrill. It excited me as well. I loved Amber's body, but I also loved her spontaneous and kinky mind. I knew she was really dancing to entice Drew, and it turned me on knowing my friend was getting hot watching my girlfriend.

I didn't know how far Amber would go with this, but I was bound to find out. Her hips swayed from side to side as her erotic dance continued. Then she turned her back to us, bent over, and slowly shimmied out of her skirt. She kicked the skirt aside and, still bent over, tugged down her panties. They stuck momentarily in the wet crevice of her cunt, then slid down around her ankles. I heard Drew gasp as Amber's firm ass waved in the air at us, her swollen pussy-lips visible between her slender thighs.

Amber gave us a long look at her delectable ass, then turned and gave us a full view of her nubile body. She grinned sexily at us as we lustfully eyed her beautiful face, firm tits, slender waist, and finely-trimmed bush. She then sauntered over to Drew and sat down on his lap.

"Holy shit," Drew groaned as my girlfriend ground her bare snatch against his crotch. She took one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it seductively as she squirmed on his lap.

Amber gave my friend a lap dance worthy of the best Las Vegas stripper. She pulled Drew's hands to her tits as she continued to suck on his finger and buck against his crotch.

"Uh, Ryan, you don't mind Amber doing this?" Drew muttered as he instinctively thrust upwards toward Amber's grinding pussy.

"He doesn't mind," Amber cooed as she wriggled on my friend. "He loves me and will let me do anything, and do anything for me. Isn't that right, Ryan?"

I nodded my head. I really was pussy-whipped. Amber was the dominant one when it came to sex. She'd have me do some kinky and wild things, and I enjoyed submitting to her domineering wishes. She once tied me up, tormenting me by sucking my cock for almost an hour but not letting me cum. But when I did, it was amazing. I'd eat her pussy upon command, no matter where we were. One time she told me to eat her out in front of her roommate. Afterwards she had me masturbate in front of them. I was powerless to deny Amber anything, and we each got off on the dominating relationship.

I did feel kind of jealous seeing Amber bounce suggestively on my friend, but I was also enjoying it, and, more importantly, Amber was enjoying it. She wanted Drew and knew that I would not try to stop her.

"Mmm, I can feel your cock all big and hard against my pussy," Amber purred. She then reached down and began to unbuckle Drew's pants. "Let's see if your cock really is as big as the girls say."

We both gasped when Drew's cock sprang out. I had seen his cock in the dorm showers before, and it seemed pretty big soft, around six inches. But now that it was hard, I was amazed at how enormous it was. His cock must have been ten inches long and as thick as my wrist.

"Oh wow," Amber breathed excitedly. "Look at how huge his cock is, Ryan! Take yours out so I can compare."

I reluctantly undid my pants and pulled out my cock. It was already hard from watching Amber. Drew's huge piece of meat overshadowed my average-sized penis, making it look so much smaller than it actually was.

Like a girl in a candy store, Amber played with both of our cocks. "Ryan, you know I've always enjoyed your cock, but look at how much bigger Drew's is. I can barely fit my fingers around it," she said giddily as she tugged my hard dick and gave long strokes to Drew's much longer shaft. Then she took her hand off my dick and placed it beside her other on Drew's cock. "Look, Ryan, it's so big that even both of my hands don't cover the entire shaft!"

All I could do was stand there and watch as my girlfriend ignored my average member and obsessed over Drew's enormous tool. Again, I was jealous, but also very aroused.

"I need to taste your cock," Amber said to Drew. "Then I want to feel this huge pole up my cunt."

Drew looked at me and said, "Ryan, I won't do this if you don't want me to."

"He wants you to," Amber interjected. "He likes me to enjoy myself. Ryan, you know you'd love to watch this monster disappear up my cunt."

I looked at my girlfriend's hands pumping Drew's massive erection and nodded, then vocalized my answer. "Yeah, I would."

"You sure?" Drew asked me.

"He's sure," Amber giggled. "And while I'm sucking your cock he's going to eat my pussy and get it all ready for you to fuck me, right Ryan?" she said flatly.

"Right," I said.

Amber giggled again and then said, "I want you both naked. Stand up and strip for me."

As Drew and I got up and began to undress next to each other, Amber sat back on the couch with her legs spread and played with her pussy as she watched us removing our clothes.

When we were both naked, she directed Drew to step up onto the couch and stand next to her, and directed me to get down on my knees between her legs. She then gripped his raging hard-on, licked her lips at the prospect of sucking the big cock and said, "Let's see how much of this I can fit in my mouth."

As she guided Drew's enormous prick toward her face her eyes closed in rapture, and I watched as she spread her lips around his bloated knob and lowered her mouth. Her lips were stretched in a wide "O" as she accepted barely a third of his massive tool, and then she reached out and put her hand on my head, pushing it down towards her pussy.

Drew moaned as my girlfriend slurped noisily on his prick, and I glanced up to take a look, seeing my girlfriend's mouth clamped around Drew's fat stalk, his huge cock bulging from her wide-spread mouth, her head bobbing as far up and down as she could.

My eyes became transfixed at the sight as I continued to lick her pussy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked wetly on his fat, veiny shaft. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous head of his penis, lapping at the oozing pre-cum, then flickered down his meaty shaft. She pressed her mouth to the underside of his bloated pole and sucked. Her lips then flitted further down his elongated member to his enormous balls.

"Drew, your balls are absolutely huge. I bet you cum a lot," Amber chirped as she lashed his golf-ball sized orbs with her tongue.

"If you keep that up, you'll find out soon enough," Drew groaned.

"Oh, I'd love to gulp down your cum. But I need your big cock inside me," Amber panted.

She gave his gleaming shaft one last lick, then got off the couch and down onto the floor on all fours, leaving me on my knees with Drew's suddenly abandoned, wet cock right in my line of sight.

"Fuck me like I've only dreamed about, you stud."

Drew looked at me once again for approval.

"Go ahead, Drew. Give it to her," I said.

"Yes, give it to me. Give it to me good," Amber rasped hotly, raising her ass in invitation.
Drew stepped down from the couch, his mammoth cock wobbling obscenely between his legs, and I stood up and moved to watch as he got behind my lust-crazed girlfriend and mounted her.

Standing beside her, I slowly started to stroke my own throbbing dick as I watched Drew grab his cock and rub the head of it up and down Amber's slit. Then I let go of my dick and reached out and spread her ass next to her cunt. Drew pushed forward and I watched the head of his dick slip inside my girlfriend's pussy. Both he and she moaned.

Drew started to insert his cock slowly and Amber turned her head and smiled at me as my friend's cock penetrated her. I returned my hand to my dick and watched as inch after inch of Drew's long cock started to disappear up her pussy. Then the look on her face changed and I could tell from Amber's pained expression that he was doing some stretching of her tiny cunt. But her grimace soon turned to a mask of perverse pleasure as Drew filled her tight pussy to the root with his horse-meat.

"God, it's so big!" Amber moaned as she skewered herself on Drew's immense cock.

I began to stroke my dick a little faster, just from hearing her say that, oddly turned on in knowing that my friend's cock was deeper than mine could ever go and was stretching her wider than my dick had ever stretched her.

Drew obviously loved her snug, wet pussy, and Amber seemed delirious with passion from his humongous spike. Her breath came in halting gasps and she mewled nonstop as Drew pounded into her. His heavy balls slapped against her splayed slit and his pelvis smacked her upturned ass cheeks as he crammed her full again and again with his oversized dick. And Amber bucked back mindlessly against him, desperate to have his giant prick buried deep inside her.

"Ryan, come over in front of me so I can suck your dick while your friend fucks me," Amber said.

I didn't need to be told twice, and I quickly scampered in front of Amber and guided my erection toward her opened mouth and fed her my steely rod. She immediately began to bob on my hard offering, while I placed my hand on her head and looked over her body and watched Drew's cock thrust in and out of her juicy cunt as she sucked me.

I had never seen Amber so turned on before. She moaned and writhed with delight as her mouth and cunt were fucked by me and my friend. She was acting like a woman possessed, moaning and slurping and gyrating wildly. She had told me of her fantasies about getting gangbanged, but this was the first time she was with more than one guy at once. And Drew's cock was much bigger than she had ever had inside her tight little hole before.

Amber rocked back and forth between us, captured like a pig on a stick on our two hard prongs. Each time Drew pumped his over-sized pole into her squishy pussy, she was thrown forward onto my throbbing cock, her mouth sliding down my shaft. She would then buck back against Drew and resume the perpetual fucking motion. There was only so long I could contain my passion, but I could tell that both Amber and Drew were as excited as me.

"Ryan, I've never fucked a pussy so tight or a girl so hot," Drew groaned as he held onto my girlfriend's slender hips and thrust his extra-large penis hard and deep into her willing cunt as he watched her head bobbing on my cock. "I don't think I can hold out much longer!"

"I'm about there, too, Drew. Cum inside her," I panted as I pumped my own pulsating organ between her suckling lips.



"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Drew groaned and then he fucked into Amber hard a few times, and then withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside her and he grunted and trembled slightly as he came in her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Mmm!" Amber squealed. Her mouth slid off my cock and she shrieked, "Oh, I can feel it! Your load going in my cunt is making me cum! I'm cumming! Cumming soooo gooood!"

Her moans were then silenced as I stuffed my aching cock back into her mouth and erupted. My balls contracted and I spewed jet after jet of creamy sperm all over her tongue. Amber sucked and gulped down my copious torrent of semen while her body continued to writhe in the throes of her orgasm. When I finally stopped shooting, I had to pry my sated cock from her mouth.

Amber flipped herself over onto her ass and sat dazed on the floor for a moment, Drew's cum-load oozing out of her, filling her slit. She licked a sticky white strand of my cum from her lips, smiled at us radiantly and purred, "That sure was fun. My pussy is sore as hell, but I'm glad I was able to sample your giant cock, Drew."

"Me, too," Drew replied, his large, wet prick starting to droop to half-mast.

"You liked seeing me get fucked by your friend's big cock, too, didn't you?" she smiled up at me.

"Yeah, for sure, so long as you continue to like my dick."

Amber toyed with my limp meat and cooed, "Oh, I will. But there is still something else I want Drew to do for me."

"What's that?" Drew asked.

Amber spread her legs a bit more, looked up at Drew smiling and said, "I want you to lick my pussy."

Drew's face dropped and he pointed at her cunt, "But I just… came in you!"

"I know, and now I want you to clean it up for me," she cooed. "C'mon, you can't tell me you've never tasted your own cum."

Drew blushed and we both knew that he had.

"C'mon, clean my pussy, please."

"I dunno."

"Ryan does it all the time and he loves it," Amber volunteered.

Drew looked at me like he couldn't believe it, but at the same time his cock began to rise back to full attention.

"Once you do it, it's actually kind of hot," I said, not feeling the least bit embarrassed that Amber had revealed the fact that I liked to eat my own cum to my friend.

Drew looked from me to Amber's spread, cum-filled pussy. "Well… ok, I guess I could try it," he said and then slowly got down on his knees between Amber's legs.

Lying down on his stomach he moved his head to her pussy and then tentatively stuck out his tongue. He let the tip lightly flick over the surface of his load and then pulled his head back slightly, tasted it, looked at her cunt and then leaned his head in and flicked his tongue again. This time, though, he kept flicking his tongue, eating his own cum, until he was licking her clean.

My own dick started to rise watching my buddy eat his own cum from my girlfriend's snatch, and when he had finished and kept eating her pussy, hungrily, I was rock hard right away.

When he finally pulled his head out her lap, Amber looked over at me and said, "And now there's something I'd like you to do for me."

"Oh?" I asked curiously. I thought our lusty game was over for now, but again I underestimated Amber's kinkiness.

Amber smiled impishly at me and said, "I'd like you to experience what I did. I want to see you suck Drew's cock."

I looked at Drew's cock, which was dwindling again, and then looked at her uncertainly. As I said, since Amber and I have been together, she's managed to open me up to her kinky ways. But tying me up, eating her out and masturbating in front of her friend was only just the start of things to come. Since then she'd had me suck her cock-shaped dildo, and she'd even convinced me to let her insert it in my ass.

She'd managed to convince me by telling me all about the "A-spot," a place in a man's ass (his prostate) that would give him an intense orgasm like women have when a man manages to find their G-spot. It still took some convincing but eventually I let her try it and, although it had hurt the first time going in, it soon turned into this amazing feeling, and I did have the most amazing, intense orgasm of my life.

After that I was more easily convinced to try it again, and next time she used her vibrator in my ass. Wow that felt great! Every once in a while she'd use her dildo or vibrator on me when we had sex, and then she bought a strap-on. That gets brought out a couple of times a month and I do find it quite enjoyable, but there's a big difference between using dildos in our sex play together and playing with an actual cock.
"What?!" Drew gasped in response to her request. "But he's my friend."

It immediately struck me as odd that his first reaction was that I was his friend, not that she was asking him to let another guy suck his cock. And, for me, the more I thought about what she wanted me to do, the more I was coming around to wanting to try it.

"Well, who better than a friend to suck your cock," Amber grinned at him. "How about it, Drew. Will you do it, for me?"

Drew looked at her and then he looked at me. I knew he ordinarily wouldn't go along with something like this, but like the two of us, he was under the influence of alcohol and, like me, seemed to be under Amber's spell, willing to do anything she wanted.

When his eyes traveled down to my cock, and he said, "I don't know. I'm not sure that I can cum again so soon," and his own cock started to rise again, I could tell that he was wavering on the edge of saying yes. He'd just need a little more convincing, and Amber was great at convincing guys to do things they might not normally ever consider doing.

Amber reached out and stroked his long cock and chirped, "I bet a stud like you can do it four times a night. Besides, even if you can't cum again, you can still get sucked."

"I don’t know…"

"Your cock got hard when I told Ryan what I wanted him to do," she said tugging on his stiff meat. "Just try it, and if you don't like it, I'll finish you off."

"So why don't you just blow me?"

Amber laughed. "No, I meant I'd finish you off with my hand. You'd much rather have a blowjob, though, wouldn't you?"


"Well, you can, but only from Ryan. So, what's it going to be, stud, hand job or blowjob?"

All Male Fiction: Mind Games (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels
It all started innocently enough. I was swimming in my pool on a warm summer evening, when a sudden thunderstorm came up and I decided I had better get out of the water. As I was getting out of the pool a bolt of lightning struck and enough of the charge traveled to my position to knock me unconscious. I didn't reawaken until three in the morning. Fortunately, I was relatively unscathed. Soaked from the rain, I headed into the house to change into some dry clothes.

Once I had changed, I had the munchies and took a stroll to the 24 hour convenience store a block from my house to buy some junk food. I entered the store and saw that the gorgeous eighteen year old blond haired clerk, whom I had a serious crush on, was behind the counter.

I grabbed a bag of chips and walked up to the counter to pay for it. While he was ringing me up I was looking him over and thinking: Oh fuck, I want you to blow me so bad, stud.

As I thought this he set my money down and came around from the counter, dropped to his knees in front of me, and then proceeded to pull out my cock and blow me like I had never been blown before. I was in total shock over the events taking place.

Suddenly another customer walked into the store and saw the clerk blowing me. "What the hell? For god's sake, this is no place for your perverted behavior," the customer stated, obviously outraged and offended.

I stood there speechless as the clerk ignored him and continued blowing me, thinking: Oh please just leave us alone and get the fuck out of here! And the customer suddenly turned and left the store, and drove off as if he had seen nothing.

All this time the clerk had continued servicing my cock and I could take no more and exploded my load into his mouth. He then stood up and just went back behind the counter and finished my purchase as though nothing had happened.

Fuck! The camera! I need the tape from the surveillance camera! I thought, panicked. I was a bit stunned when the clerk reached under the counter and handed me the tape.

I had to be dreaming. Yes that's all this was, just a dream. I was zapped by lightning and my brain was a bit scrambled. I was having some sort of freaky dream because of it and I just knew that when I woke up in the morning I'd realize that none of it had really happened.

I woke up late morning the next day. "What a great dream! Too bad it couldn't happen for real," I thought aloud. I got out of bed, showered and then headed downstairs.

When I hit the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. Their on the coffee table was the plastic bag with the video tape showing out the open end.

For the second time in less than twenty four hours I was in shock. Last night had not been a dream after all, it was real! But, how could it have been? No one can control the thoughts of others like that.

I decided I had to check the tape. I was pretty sure it was going to turn out to be something else other than a tape of the convenience store, but when I put it in my jaw dropped as I saw a black and white image of the convenience store. I rewound the tape and, oh my god, there was the hot young store clerk on his knees sucking my cock! It was true! It had happened! It wasn't a dream!

I didn't know how it was humanly possible to control someone else with my thoughts, but I knew that one accidental thought had caused quite a wonderful experience at that convenience store. The tape proved it had happened. I felt as though I had won a million dollars, but it was better than money, and all the things I could get people to do with my new found power began to flood my mind. It was now time to test them out and see how planned thoughts would control others.

There was so much I wanted to do, but first I had to mentally awaken. I headed for my favorite coffee place. It was a beautiful summer day in town and many gorgeous shirtless hunks walked by my table outside the coffee house, and I was thoroughly enjoying the view.

One particularly gorgeous stud, walking by with his girlfriend in hand, noticed me checking him out. "What the fuck you looking at, faggot? Go fuck your dog!" he yelled as they passed by me. I just couldn't let him get away with talking to me like that so I sent out my first ever intentional mental projection.

You are a dog, so, start acting like one.

The stud dropped down on all fours and began barking. His girlfriend screamed at him to stop fucking around. Little did she know, he really did believe he was a dog.

A bicycle cop in tight bike shorts approached to see what the problem was.

Sniff the cop's ass.

My obnoxious doggy stud began doing as instructed, as his girlfriend ran away crying and the cop desperately tried to get in front of him to stop the butt sniff. The guy was very agile and athletic and the cop had a very difficult time getting him under control.

Bite the cop, doggy.

The doggy stud bit the cop, and then, just as backup was arriving, I returned him back to normal. He stood and had no explanation for his actions. The cops cuffed him and tossed him in the back of the cop car.

Before the cop's drove away, I looked at them and sent a mental command: Take him in an alley and fuck him in the ass, and then release him with a warning.
I looked at the stud in the back of the cruiser and thought: From now on you will be more understanding of people who may be different from you, and you will also seek out gay friends. Then, just to make sure everything turned out ok, for the cops, I sent a final command to him: When the cops get through with you, you will be too humiliated and embarrassed to ever tell anyone what happened or press charges.
I watched as the cruiser drove away and then turned down a nearby alley.

With the afternoon sun taking its toll on me, I decided to head for the mall, more specifically to the men's room at the mall. With the local university across the street, it was a bit of a hangout for the students, and there were always plenty of hot looking college guys around. I wanted to see if I could get one of those hot young hetero guys to suck my cock.

I quickly made my way to the men's room only to find it empty. No matter though, I had seen lots of college guys hanging about as I walked through the mall, so someone was bound to enter shortly. I walked up to the urinal, took my dick out, and stood there pretending to piss while I waited for someone to come in.

A few minutes later a guy came in. He was an older guy and wasn't my type at all. He pissed and left. A few minutes after that, another guy came in. He was around six foot tall, probably nineteen or twenty years old, with red hair, and was wearing university branded red shorts and a blue tank top. Now this one was just what I was after, young and hot, and I turned and boldly stared at him as he began to piss.

Feeling my stare, he turned and looked at me. With a scowl on his face, he pressed his body into the urinal to hide his dick from my eyes and said, "Fuckin' queer! Get out of here before I kick the shit out of you!"

Now it was time to have my fun with him. Finish pissing and then turn and face me, with your dick still out.

He did as I mentally instructed him to do.

Stroke your cock and get it hard.

He began stroking and quickly grew hard.

Do you have a girlfriend?

He nodded.

Does she suck your cock?

Again he nodded.

Have you ever sucked a cock?

He shook his head.

Suck my cock! I thought as I turned to face him, and he dropped to his knees and took my semi-erect cock into his mouth.