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

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

All Male Fiction: The Boy Next Door

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels



"So, what do you want for your birthday?" I asked Shawn, the boy from next door. His twenty-first birthday was in just a few days.

Shawn scratched his head and looked puzzled.

"Gee, I dunno, Rick," he drawled. "Maybe... well, how about a good blowjob?"

I nearly dropped my drink. Seeing my look of shock, Shawn let his poker face break into a grin, and he laughed out loud. I forced a laugh, too, though I was a little puzzled about why he'd chosen this form of humor, and I was a lot disappointed that he wasn't serious.

"What's the matter?" I countered. "Won't your girlfriend suck it for you?"

"Shit, she calls it a blowjob, but I call it all teeth and hot air."

We laughed again and left it at that.

Shawn and I had first met four years ago, when I moved into the house next door to his. Although I was fourteen years older than him, a friendship soon blossomed between us. It wasn't like he didn't have any friends his own age, he did, but we just really seemed to hit it off well, at first just shooting the shit whenever we saw each other outside, and then, eventually, Shawn started dropping by to just hang out, whenever he was bored.

And he got bored a lot, mainly because he attended a local college while most of his friends had gone off to attend out of town colleges and universities. Whenever he wasn't too busy with his school work he'd usually be hanging out over at my place, even more so in the summer. An only child, I think he thought of me like an older brother or something.

My feelings toward him were far from being brotherly, though. Not that it mattered; Shawn had no idea that I was gay, and, as far as I knew, he was straight. Hitting on him would likely only result in putting an end to our friendship, so I had resigned myself to the fact that the only way I would ever have him was in my fantasies.

When the day of Shawn's birthday arrived, I stopped by his house to drop off a gift for him. We had never exchanged birthday gifts before, but turning twenty-one was considered one of those milestone birthdays, and so I had decided that I wanted to get him something, and I got him something I felt was appropriate for the occasion: a nice bottle of Jack Daniels.

Shawn laughed when I gave it to him, thanked me and told me that he would definitely put it to good use later that night. Shawn's birthday was in the summer, so most of his friends were around again, and he went on to explain that he had invited a bunch of them over to his place to celebrate his special day. He didn't offer me an invite, but that was ok; I totally understood. After all, it would seem kind of odd for a twenty-one-year-old guy to invite his thirty-five-year-old neighbor to a party full of other twenty-one-year-olds.

Late that evening the doorbell rang, and there stood Shawn. His party had obviously come to an end, and he stood there with a smile on his face, holding a napkin-covered paper plate. "I thought you might like some cake. I even brought something to wash it down with," he said grinning and holding up the bottle of Jack Daniels I had given him in his other hand.

I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he spoke, and could tell he was very close to being drunk. I accepted his offer and invited him in.

Once inside, and after handing him a glass for his whisky, I asked about his party and he began to fill me in on it and told me of the gifts he got.

"I'll tell you, though," he said, now sipping his second whiskey, "I was kinda disappointed that all I got from you was a bottle of booze. I was really countin' on that blowjob," he laughed.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Bisexual Fiction: Driven by Desire (Part 1)

By: chicagobasil & Ryan Michaels


During a company-wide computer upgrade, all employees were required to attend a full day training course. Since the work still had to get done, and with the massive number of employees within the company, obviously everyone could not attend all at once, so the course was held every day over the period of one month. Each employee was given a date and time to attend, with a half dozen or so people from each department sent each day.

Today was the day I had to attend the training session, and I was not looking forward to it at all. My outlook changed, however, as soon as I walked into the classroom and found I was lucky enough to be put into a class with a really hot guy who worked in my department. While we didn't really know each other, other than to say hi if we passed each other during the work day, I had always noticed Rob and thought he was really sexy!

Rob was six-foot-two, with blond hair and blue eyes, a great chest, muscular arms, and an amazing ass; the kind of ass that was just made for fucking! Out of all the guys in my department, he was the hottest! Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend and was always flirting with the younger women in the department; not that I ever would have had a chance with him anyway, even if he wasn't straight.

The classroom was set up with rectangular type tables, with two computers on each. Rob ended up sitting next to me, probably because the other four from our department, who were women, had already paired up at tables and I was the only other person in the group that he recognized.

As the session dragged on, I found myself sneaking quick glances at the nice sized bulge in Rob's pants. It took all of my will power not to just reach over and start massaging it. As I took yet another glance, with Rob totally unaware of my peeping, he leaned back in his chair and casually spread his legs a little wider and rested his hand next to that impressive bulge.

As I continued to check out his package from the corner of my eye, I saw Rob turn his head in my direction. I turned my head to look at him and he was looking right at me, smiling; his eyes then dropped to his crotch and he gave it a squeeze. He looked at me again, smiled, and then lowered his eyes to my crotch. This action totally took me by surprise, but it didn't prevent me from immediately pushing my chair back a bit further so that he could get a good look at my bulge. I started to get hard right away, just from knowing he was looking at my crotch.

As I stared at his crotch, my mouth literally watering, I could see his dick poking at the front of his pants as if it was trying to escape. He had the beginnings of a hard-on going on, and it looked like it was going to be a pretty impressive one! It was a good thing we were sitting in the back of the class!

I starting moving my legs back and forth, squeezing my hard dick between my thighs. As I continued to open and close my legs, I eventually let my left leg touch his. Surprisingly, he pressed his leg into mine, too, and then started to lightly rub his hard dick through his pants; seeing this, I quickly started doing the same. I figured he was just as bored out of his mind as I was with the course being taught and was just goofing around to pass the time, but I wanted so badly for us to be rubbing each other's bulges instead!

It seemed like forever, but finally we were given a thirty minute break and Rob motioned towards the door, indicating he wanted me to follow. He headed down the hall, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was following just as he approached the men's room door. Could it be? Am I really going to get to fool around with the hottest guy in my department, who also happens to be straight? I thought.

Unfortunately, Rob turned his head back around and kept walking. I stopped in the hall with disappointment, as some other people from the course passed me by and began going into the men's and women's washrooms.

Realizing why Rob had continued down the hall, I started walking again to see where he had gone. I rounded a corner and caught a glimpse of him standing at the exit to a stairwell, holding the door open with his hand. When he saw me, he went through it, and I kept following. Lagging behind him, I ended up following him up two flights of stairs, but when I entered the corridor where I had seen him exit the stairwell, Rob was nowhere in sight.

I walked along the empty hall trying to find Rob as people were busy working away in their work areas. Looking down a corridor I was passing, I noticed a sign protruding from the wall above a door saying "Men" and figured that must be where Rob had disappeared to.

As I walked into the washroom, I was correct in my assumption and found Rob standing by the sink area in this less busy washroom. He started rubbing his crotch as soon as he knew it was me who had entered. I walked up to him rubbing my own crotch as well, and when we were right in front of each other we both immediately put our hands on the other's throbbing bulge.

Within seconds we had our pants unzipped and were stroking each other's hard cocks. My own cock was a good size, measuring seven inches when erect, and was of average thickness and was circumcised. Rob's cock, however, had mine beat, and was everything I had hoped it to be from the size of that promising bulge, and more, looking to be about nine inches in length, fatter than my own, and uncut.

As soon as I saw that big, fat, juicy piece of meat, I couldn't help myself, and, forgetting my surroundings, I started to drop to my knees so I could take his beautiful hard cock into my mouth. He grabbed me by the arm, though, stopping my descent to my knees, and motioned towards one of the toilet stalls. Just as we started walking towards it, we heard the first of the two sets of doors to the washroom open.

I darted into the stall and shut the door, waiting for whomever had just come in to use the facilities to finish and leave so I could wrap my lips around Rob's massive man-meat; I was so excited that I was slowly stroking my cock the whole time the other guy was taking a piss.

The unwanted visitor finally left and I opened the stall door so Rob could join me; unfortunately I found that I was all alone in the room. I was disappointed and cursing whomever had come in there and stolen my opportunity, but I was so fucking horny now, not to mention hard as a rock, that I ended up closing the stall door again so I could give my aching cock some relief!

With neither the time nor the desire for a leisurely stroke-session, my hand was a blur on my dick, when someone came in. I looked through the crack in the stall door to see if it was Rob returning, but it wasn't. By that point, though, after all the buildup earlier, I was too worked up to even care that someone else was in the washroom and I just kept on furiously beating my meat.

As horny as I was, and working my cock the way I was, I was ready to cum in no time, and, when I shot my load, as hard as I tried to keep quiet, I couldn't, and a few low moans escaped my lips. I heard the other guy laugh under his breath as he washed his hands. I couldn't believe I'd just shot my load in the public washroom at my work with another guy in the room, and that he had heard me cumming, but it was also kind of hot! I just wish Rob had stuck around so that I could have been sucking on his cock while I was jerking off and dumping my load!

After cleaning up all the evidence and washing my hands, I returned to the classroom. Rob leaned over to me and whispered, "Sorry man, I freaked a bit when that guy came in and I just bolted." That was the first time either of us had actually used spoken words to communicate.

"No problem, I had my own fun anyway," I whispered back with a smile on my face.

Rob smiled too, and, after taking a quick glance around the room, he planted his hand in his crotch, gave it a firm squeeze and said, "I guess my fun will have to wait until later." Even though I had just dropped a load minutes earlier, my cock began to stir as I began to wonder what might be in store for after class!

As soon as the course was over, everyone, including Rob, scrambled to get out of there. After eight hours in a boring class I could understand his wanting to get the hell out of there, but I'd thought his comment after the break meant that he was interested in meeting up with me afterwards to get that blowjob I had tried to give him earlier. I guess he had actually just meant that he was going to have to wait until later to jerk off, like I had informed him I had done during the break. Still, I figured he'd at least say something to me, even 'see you later' or something, but he didn't say a word or even look at me before bolting from the room. Needless to say, I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get to suck his cock like I had hoped, but I took some solace in the fact that I had at least gotten to see it, and even touch it; that alone was more than I'd ever dreamed of.

As I grabbed my course materials from the tabletop, there was a small piece of blank paper sitting on top of my course folder. I picked it up, and when I turned it over it read: If you want to finish what you started, meet me at Miller Park by the old shed right now. I quickly finished gathering my papers and, with that feeling of disappointment now being replaced by great excitement, I left the room to head to the park.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

All Male Fiction: House Rules

By: Walker Davis & Ryan Michaels



The Deauville was a broken down hotel smack dab in the middle of Center City, which isn't saying much. In that part of the country anyplace where two roads cross has the makings of a town. Throw in a gas station, a diner serving greasy food and maybe a store for provisions and you've got a town — add a name with the word 'city' in it, and it's a city.

Center City lay somewhere between Abilene and the rest of the world; it sat out in the middle of the flat, Texas scrub like a carbuncle on a smooth back, waiting for something exciting to happen — which never did. No one seemed to remember why Center City got started, and no one seemed to care now why it kept going. But, like so many people who drifted down its dusty streets, it just didn't have the sense to die.

If you grew up in this part of the world you got out as fast as you could, heading towards Galveston or Houston or sometimes even towards Dallas. If you didn't come from Center City that meant you were just passing through and, after shelling out a couple of bucks for gas, the place was no more a memory than was being born.

The Deauville had been around as long as Center City and still sported its first coat of paint. It was a weather beaten building that creaked in a strong wind and stayed wet from a downpour for a couple of days. Originally it was built to house the crews of oil companies who flooded West Texas looking for black gold. The oil boom came and went inside a couple of months and with it went the men. The building then became a cheap hotel and restaurant, serving the greasiest food west of the Pecos, so it was said locally.

When that failed, The Deauville just sat there in the middle of town, its two stories with the false front towering over the rest of the buildings on Main Street like some king presiding over his court. The men from the oil company who had run it stayed on, somehow keeping the place running, somehow keeping it open for travelers or locals who'd had too much to drink on their nights off.

No one actually knew how The Deauville managed to stay open; it seemed no one ever went in or out of the place, but there were rumors. The name used to come up out on the ranches after dinner when a big meal had made the men's bellies full and their tongues loose. They said you could have sex in any shape or form in The Deauville day or night. Just ask for room 1612, they'd say, and the secrets of the hotel were yours. Hank Throp had heard the stories for years but had never paid a lot of mind to them. In this part of the country you heard a lot of stories about a lot of strange things.

Hank was twenty eight, and had been born and bred in a Center City-like town of his own over in Oklahoma. He'd moved to Texas when he was twenty two because he felt it was manlier to be from Texas. Hank stood just over six feet tall and his body and muscles were nicely formed from working on a ranch day after day. His brown hair was almost always covered by a Stetson, making him look like a genuine Texas cowboy, and his blue eyes shone from his face like mountain lakes at sunrise.

Hank didn't mess with anyone. He did his job, earned his money and now and again went into Califax to get laid. He had never dreamt his life would fall into this routine, but then he had never really dreamt about his life at all, so what he was given was enough. His dreams only happened at night when he was asleep and usually by daybreak they were gone. Hank only wanted food and rest and a sexual release from his aching nuts once or twice a month or so. He never jacked off because he didn't consider it manly, and he always wore a rubber when he fucked the whores in Califax because he didn't want to get a disease.

Somewhere around eight o'clock on this particular night, the temperature dipped down to eighty three, the coolest it had been all day. High, black clouds like thick clouds of rich soil scudded along the darkened sky foretelling a storm that, like so many in these parts, might never come. Hank wiped his brow with his right hand while his left held tightly to the wheel of the jeep. Shit, it was hot! He'd busted his ass all day long mending some fence off in the northeast corner of the ranch. Thinking of a fistful of cold beers was the only thing that had kept him there working. Now, driving into Center City, Hank could almost taste that first cold one washing the dust from his mouth and throat.

Almost as soon as the flickering lights of Dora's Diner came into view Hank was out of the jeep and seated at his favorite booth slurping down a cool, crisp Coors like it was mother's milk. The diner still smelled of the evening's last batch of French fries, but there was something about it that was real homey. Dora herself looked like every grandmother south of the Mason-Dixon Line and treated everyone like a favorite child. What her cooking lacked in taste, Dora made up for in motherly charm and good humor.

Hank drank his way through a river of good beer and was just settling in for a while when the rain came. It started so softly that no one heard it hitting the aluminum roof of Dora's at all. Then it got up a full head of steam and the sound became like a drum roll across the roof. Hank looked gloomily out the window, watching several months' worth of dirt loosen and drain away in the rain. Shit, the jeep was parked out back, open to the weather; he'd be a drowned dog by the time he got back to the ranch.

"Hey, bubba," Dora called out to Hank affectionately, "looks like you're in for some ride home. Hope you brought along some rubbers to fit your feet, too," she said lewdly, then broke out into a fit of laughter that rocked the diner.

"Don't worry 'bout me, Dora. I'm so wet inside, hardly matters how I get on the outside," Hank replied as he raised a beer in salute.

Twenty minutes later the rain still droned on. Hank stood up unsteadily and paid the bill, over-tipping Dora by nearly two bucks. "Take care, Dora," he called out as he made his way to the door.

"You drive careful, you hear?" Dora shot after him. "It's a bitch outside. Don't want to read about you in the papers."

"I will, Dora. Goodnight," Hank waved, and then he stepped out into the rain.

The wind whipped across the flatlands like a crazed steer on the run. There was no hiding from it. Hank ducked his head low but the wind caught hold of his hat and ripped it from his head. Since there was no use in trying to get it, Hank staggered to the jeep, found his keys and gave it a try. Nothing. He tried again. Nothing. The points had gotten wet in the storm. Shit!

He was about to go back to Dora's to ask if she'd mind a guest for the night in one of her booths, when Hank saw the lights of The Deauville blinking at him between the rain drops. He stopped in his tracks, ignoring the rain. Unconsciously he slipped his hand into his pocket and began to massage his heavy balls as he thought about those rumors, and how it had been nearly three weeks since he'd cum. A dull ache quickly started throbbing in his groin, and he suddenly found himself making his way quickly through the rain to the front porch of the old hotel.

Hank never expected he'd spend the night at The Deauville any more than he had expected he'd live in Center City for six years, and, after convincing himself that the rumors were true, he hoped that no one had seen him go inside the place. He just didn't want his personal needs to be known all over town — there were some things a man needed to keep private, and needing pussy was one of them.

The lobby of The Deauville smelled of dust and decay and lemon wax. Hank shook himself off on a very tired Oriental rug and looked around. The lobby was surprisingly grand; tall palm trees were scattered about among the heavy velvet covered pieces of furniture; there were spittoons near each chair and old magazines and newspapers on the tables; gas lights flickered and swayed in the dusky light.

Behind the desk a tall, thin, balding man stood staring at Hank. He smiled. "Help you, son?" he queried.

"I got caught in the rain," Hank replied uncomfortably.

"It came a gully-washer, that's for sure," the man said quickly. "Need a room?"

Hank nodded.

"Any special room?" he asked, the tone of his voice changing just slightly.

"I hear room 1612 is pretty good," he said, the color rising to his cheeks.

"That it is," the man grinned. "Just sign in and you'll be on your way." The clerk watched Hank sloppily sign his name, and then said, "Here's the key. There's the stairs. 1612 is on the first floor."

Hank took the key and headed for the stairs. At the first floor he walked down the hallway peering at the numbers: 1609, 1610, 1611, and finally, there it was — room 1612. Hank inserted the key in the lock and turned the door. It opened into total darkness. He felt the walls for a switch, but there was none, only the cold, clammy feel of age and decay.

Hank stepped into the darkness, both hands stretched out at his sides, both hands touching a wall — he was in a hallway. He moved now, slowly, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. The darkness enveloped him like a cloak, wrapping itself around him, drawing him in deeper. He moved forward, going further into the heart of the darkness, hearing only the sounds of his footsteps and his heavy breathing.

Further along there was a glimmer of light to the right. Hank edged towards it, feeling along the wall. The light grew brighter until it gushed into the darkness through the frame of a door — an unopened door. Hank quickened his pace, until finally he stood at the door. Slowly, he reached out and turned the knob, and then cautiously opened the door. A dazzling light from within the room shone out into the darkness, momentarily blinding him.

"Come on in. Sit down a spell," a voice called out to him.

"Who's there?" Hank asked, shielding his eyes from the light.

Friday, May 1, 2015

All Male True Experience: Afternoon Delight

By: chicagobasil



One afternoon I was pretty horny - which wasn't that odd, since I'm horny every day - so I decided to drive over to the Forest Preserve to see if there were any hot guys worth checking out, and to possibly have some fun with.

As I pulled into the lot, there was only one other vehicle there, a red jeep. I drove through the lot slowly, glancing at the jeep as I neared it. Inside was a guy, dressed in a shirt and tie, and he was pretty hot from what I could tell. He was backed in, so I pulled my car in right next to his so I could check him out better in my driver's side mirror.

As I sat next to him, trying to casually check him out, I could tell by the very familiar movement his arm was making that he was stroking his cock. I couldn't believe it; what luck! I started my car, put it in reverse and backed my car up until my driver's side door was in line with his. After throwing it into Park, I shut off the car and pulled my own cock out and started doing the same.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

All Male Fiction: Prep School Retreat

By: A.J.


It was our final year of prep school, and we were all eighteen-year-olds who were happy, healthy, and — at least some of us — quite horny. Being our final year, it was compulsory to attend the camp retreat. The camp setting was beside a back-beach of sun and surf, and there were tennis and basketball courts at the campsite itself.

Upon arrival, we poured off the bus and rushed for the log cabins. There were about eight cabins on the grounds, each capable of housing about eight guys in the double bunks, as well as a small function hall, kitchen and mess room, and a toilet block with showers. I somehow found myself in the same cabin with Scott, Adam, Brian and Kevin, all of with whom I was good friends. I'd had the hots for all of them for a while. They were all pretty nice looking. The only problem was, none of them, well, no one, in fact, knew I was gay, and I knew it wasn't something I could ever tell my friends.

Even though we were good friends, I'd never seen any of them naked before. We did take gym in school, but after gym class we simply changed and had to get to our next class. There was no time for showers, and no one ever took off their underwear when changing in and out of their gym clothes. The showers were there for the guys who were on the various school sports teams. Now, having the chance to share a cabin with them, as well as a communal shower, I was sure to get to see them naked, and that thought was pure bliss.

As for the other three that made up the eight of us, I knew them well enough, but just in passing; we weren't friends or anything. But, I guess that was precisely why we were assigned to the same cabin. The brothers who ran the school considered the retreat a place where we would all, whether we were already friends or not, get to know one another spiritually.

We had an itinerary to follow, including workshops, talk sessions, discussions, and group gigs over a variety of topics designed to "bring us close to God," as the brothers would say. We were also allotted some free time each day to do with what we wanted.

There was, however, one very strict rule put in place for us boys. An all-male nudist group had decided to use the somewhat secluded beach during our week's stay there, and because of this unfortunate (from the brothers' viewpoint) situation, that area of the beach was off limits to us. However, when Kevin decided, during our first free period on the very first day, that he wanted to go swimming, against all warnings of the brothers to stay away from that area of the beach, the five of us ended up stumbling upon the sights. And what sights they were!

Taking in the sights began to stir feelings in my crotch, and my semi-hard cock was making the moderate bulge in my clingy swim trunks obviously larger.

"Shit, we must have gone the wrong way," Brian cursed when he saw all the naked men lying about in the sand. "Let's get the fuck out of here, quick!"

"Yeah, let's!" Adam agreed as they both started to turn.

"Wait," Kevin said. "Are you afraid of the brothers? How are they even going to know we were ever here? It's not like we came here on purpose."

"I'm not afraid of the brothers," Brian said. "I just don't want to be surrounded by a bunch of naked homos."

"Me neither," Adam chimed in.

"How the fuck do you know they're homos?" Scott asked.

"Because, any guy that would join a nudist group that is for men only has to be a homo, and all of them joined, so they all must be homos," Brian replied.

"Yeah," Adam agreed.

"Yeah? So why don't you go over there and ask them and find out for sure?" Scott laughed.

"Fuck that," Brian replied. "I don't want to be that close to a bunch of naked guys!"

"Hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be that close to a bunch of naked guys every single day… when we all have to shower together in the mornings," I laughed, my cock lengthening a bit as I pictured that.

"Yeah, well, being naked with your buddies in the showers is a lot different than hanging out next to a bunch of naked guys on the beach, who you're pretty sure are fags."

"Yeah, but being naked in a communal shower is also different than being naked outside. Haven't you guys always wondered what it would be like to go skinny-dipping before?" Kevin asked.

"I go skinny-dipping all the time," Scott said.

"You do?" the rest of us all responded at the same time.

"Yeah, every day… in the shower," he laughed.

"I'm serious guys; have any of you ever?" Kevin asked again.

"Hmm, have I ever wondered what it would be like to go skinny-dipping with other guys? Uh, no," Brian replied.

"Okay, but being here, and seeing how private it is, and how you can just get naked, outside, in public, and no one cares, kind of makes you want to do it, doesn't it?" Kevin said staring out at the water.
  
"Uh, nope, not really," Brian said.

"It does me," Kevin said.

"Okay, then do it. Go on, I dare you!" Brian taunted.

"Yeah," Adam said. "Go on… or are you all talk?"

"Okay, I will," Kevin replied.

"Yeah, sure," Brian laughed. "Like you'd actually get naked outside, and in front of all those naked homos."

"I would, I will. I've always wanted to do it," Kevin said, and before any of us could say any more, he walked right over to the shore's edge.

I was having trouble keeping my meat from tenting my swim trunks just thinking about seeing Kevin naked, but just as he was about to take off his swim trunks, he instead jumped into the water. When he was waist-deep, he pulled his trunks off and waved them in the air.

As we walked along, encouraging him on, he swam parallel to us. But unbeknownst to him, Adam had sneaked into the water and scooped up the trunks that Kevin had left floating, brought them ashore, and placed them halfway up the beach. When he got tired of playing around, Kevin looked for his trunks, but couldn't find them.

"Hey! Who pinched my trunks?" he shouted when he realized they were gone.

"They're up there," replied Adam, pointing to them.

"Throw them here, will you?"

"You'll just have to come and get them if you want them," Brian said with a grin. "I just hope none of those guys over there," he said pointing at the nudists, "come running over and try to grab your junk before you can get to them," he laughed.

Kevin gave Brian the finger, and then he swam out of the surf and boldly and unashamedly walked up the beach to retrieve his swim suit. Not only did I get a close look at those well-developed shoulders and powerful pecs, that taut stomach and trim waist, but I also got to see a gorgeous blond bush surrounding a fairly long looking soft cock hanging above two huge orbs, the sight of which I engraved in my mind forever.

So, as it turned out, I didn't have to wait until our first morning shower together to see at least one of my buddies naked. But, if I thought that treat was wonderful enough, then what I was to see that night was even better.

It was well after midnight when we scrambled into the bunks and got all snug in our sleeping bags, and then proceeded to shoot the shit together. I, however, couldn't seem to get my thoughts off the sights from earlier that day, and I wanted to jerk off over it. But everyone else wanted to talk on, so I discreetly fondled my hardened meat in my sleeping bag while everyone else chattered.

As the sensations of my caresses increased, I closed my eyes to relive that skinny-dip and what I had felt like doing to Kevin when he got out of the water, and I was soon completely tuned out of anything else. As I heard my name mentioned in the conversation, I brought my senses back to reality, with eyes still closed.

"Hey, it looks like A.J.'s fallen asleep on us," Scott said.

"Simon's asleep, too. Must be that bunk. He crashed awhile back," replied Brian. Simon was one of the three guys I didn't really know, and he was sharing the bunk bed with me, with him on the top bunk.

"I think A.J.'s just faking it," Scott answered.

"I know how to wake him up," offered Kevin.

Opening my eyes slightly, I had this vision of a red caterpillar walking towards me. Kevin was still in his sleeping bag. Arriving at my bunk, he turned his back to me and leaned forward slightly as he began to lower his sleeping bag, with his ass pointing in the direction of my face.

Knowing he was about to pull the adolescent prank of farting in a sleeping guy's face, I sat up quickly and pulled my head towards the back of the bunk, put my hand out in front of my face and said, "Fuck off, I'm awake."

"Told you it would work," Kevin giggled, but what the other guys didn't know, and Kevin probably didn't either, was that when he had slid his sleeping bag down, his jockey shorts had slid down his ass a bit, revealing to me the upper part of his ass cheeks and a bit of his ass crack. That made my already throbbing cock throb some more.

After some laughter from the other guys, Kevin began waddling back to his bunk, but, in his haste, he slipped on the floor and came down with a thud.

"Are you all right Kevin?" I asked as the other guys laughed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, joining in the laughter.

Picking himself up off the floor, he managed to waddle back to his bunk the rest of the way without falling. Conversation died down, Adam reached out and turned off the light switch located near to his bunk, and sleep settled in.

But I couldn't sleep; my hard-on wouldn't let me. I wanted to jerk off right then and there, but I was afraid that if someone was awake they'd hear me, and I knew if that happened I'd be teased for the rest of the trip.

I waited a bit, but my hard-on wasn't going away, so I quietly crept out of the bunk, having decided to go to the toilet block to take care of my problem. Just as I reached the door, I jumped a bit when Brian whispered out in the darkness, "Where you going, A.J.?"

"I have to take a piss," I whispered over my shoulder. Brian didn't respond and just lay back down. I opened the door, exited the cabin, and headed towards the toilet block.

When I got there, the only light was the one above the doorway that led inside. It was kind of creepy when I stepped inside, and I couldn't find any light switch. But, there was this kind of metal mesh along the top of the walls (for ventilation and to let the shower steam escape, I guessed), and the moonlight was shining through it, illuminating the room in areas just enough to see where I was going. That was probably better anyway, than if all the lights had been on; more private for what I was planning to do.

I made my way through, past the urinals and toilet stalls, back towards the shower area. I wanted to be away from the toilet area in case someone else came along to use the washroom.

There was a long bench along a wall by the shower area where people got changed; it was perfect. Pulling my underwear down, I sighed out loud as my hand was finally able to make contact with my horny cock. After a few minutes, I pulled my t-shirt off, as I liked to be completely naked when I jerked off, whenever possible. I didn't consider it too risky; I mean, I was already naked below the waist pumping my raging hard-on, so did it really matter at this point if I had my t-shirt off, too?

Now totally naked and boned, I lay down on the bench and began pumping away furiously on my own meat, imagining myself walking up to Kevin on that beach as he came out of the water naked, dropping to my knees and giving him a blowjob.

So engrossed was I in my own little fantasy that I failed to hear the toilet door creak open and close. "What's going on here?" a deep, stern sounding voice said in the darkness.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Straight Fiction: Fire in the Hole!

By: English Bob & Ryan Michaels


While my wife and I were indulging in our favorite pastime, it was Janet that first caught scent of the smoke, while my head was buried between her thighs. At first I told her it was probably just a neighbor with a fire going in their fireplace, and the smell of smoke from the chimney was just coming through the open window. But, when I went back to eating her pussy, the smell of smoke soon became stronger, and it became quite obvious that the smoke was coming from inside our house, and quickly apparent that Janet's orgasm would have to be postponed!

Upon making our way downstairs to investigate, we found there was a fire in our kitchen. Foolishly, we didn't have a fire extinguisher, or even a hose that would reach the kitchen, and after trying unsuccessfully to put it out with pots of water, we made a call to 911. Both my wife and I then exited the house and were waiting on the front lawn in our night-clothes when the fire department arrived.

We watched the firefighters work quickly, and heard the occasional snigger and giggle when they saw my wife in her almost see-through nightie. The reason for their mirth was that Janet is not a petite woman. She's not fat, but just tall and well built, and the flimsy nightie strained to hold her 38 Double-D breasts in check. Obviously, since we were having sex at the time, we had been naked, and it was the first item of clothing that came to hand when we realized that there was a problem in the house.

I felt Janet shiver as the fire chief walked past us and threw her a sly grin. The man was big, and black, the muscles in his forearms bulging with rippling sinew. I guessed that it wasn't the night air that caused Janet's shiver, and that suspicion was confirmed as she whispered, "Damn! Now that's one hot looking man!"

I laughed. My wife is a hot little number herself at the best of times, but dragged away from having her pussy eaten moments before climax, her cunt must have been burning hotter than our kitchen! "I'll bet he's not exactly small either," I teased as I put my arm around her shoulder. "And, it looks to me like he got a bit aroused below the belt when he was checking out your tits," I added.

"Oh, John, don't! I'm still so horny! Do you think we'll be able to go back in soon? I need to resume where we left off!"

I looked over towards the door. The small fire was obviously out now, and what little smoke was left drifted in lazy curls and hung in the still night air. "I don't think it will be too long now, honey," I said. "But I'm not sure we will be able to sleep here tonight."

"Who said anything about sleeping," Janet replied with a grin.

I smiled to myself. A plan was beginning to formulate in my head.

It needs to be mentioned at this point that Janet has never exactly been the faithful type. Over the years of our marriage - and of course before - she had seen more cock than I care to remember, and I loved watching her nearly as much as she enjoyed doing it! She was a complete slut, and she'd done it all - sometimes with more than one man at a time. But the one thing that she absolutely adored, craved really, was black cock, especially big, thick black cock!

I looked back up to the house; two young firefighters were walking out with smiles indicating a job well done. The fire chief followed behind them, and then crossed the lawn towards us.

"All done now, Mr. McDowell," his voice drawled in the local dialect. "Follow me and I'll show you where it started."

Janet and I obediently followed the large man into our house. From the back he looked even bigger, and I could see the expression of lust on Janet's face as she stared at his muscular looking butt.

"You folks were lucky," the chief said once we were inside the kitchen. "Fortunately, there wasn't too much damage, and the fire didn't spread to the rest of the house. It started down here in the garbage," he said pointing. "Probably a cigarette or something; don't think there's any real need to call in the investigation team."

The chief was doing his job, but his eyes seemed to be preoccupied staring at Janet's chest, and his crotch seemed to be expanding even more than when I'd noticed his arousal around my wife, earlier.

"Thanks chief," I said, breaking a moment of awkward silence. "It could have been much worse if you guys hadn't gotten here so quickly and put it out so fast. Is there any way we can repay you for saving our home?"

"Thanks Mr. McDowell, but we're just doing our job. We're not allowed to take any kind of financial reward or gifts. It's against regulations."

"Oh, well that's too bad," I said. "May I ask you a question?"

The chief nodded.

"Well, to be blunt, when the fire broke out, my wife and I were having sex, and, well, being interrupted left her pretty horny, so we were just wondering if..."

"Oh, no worries," the chief said, smiling and trying to hold back a chuckle. "The smell might bother you a bit, but your house is safe for you to stay here, so I'll just be on my way and let you two get back to what you were doing," the chief concluded, misunderstanding what I was getting at, and then started to walk away to leave.

But, he stopped dead in his tracks when I continued on to finish what I had wanted to say. "Oh, that's good to know, but what I was going to say was, it's too bad your regulations don't allow people to show their appreciation because, seeing as how it looks like it was my wife's cigarette that caused you all this work, I just thought it should be her that thanks you properly, by, I don't know, giving you some head or something? It wouldn't really be a gift, just a big thank you, but if that's against the rules…"

"You're pulling my leg, right?" he said interrupting as he turned around to face us.

"Not at all," I grinned. "I told you, my wife was left so horny when we had to stop what we were doing, and she's even hornier now, because, well, she really has a thing for black guys."

"Black guys," he said, obviously in a bit of shock over all that was being said to him.

"Yes," I smiled. "To be blunt, once again, chief, she really has a thing for black cock."

"You're really being serious, I mean, about what you said she'd do for me?" he asked in disbelief.

"Totally serious," I said. "I noticed before I asked that you seemed aroused when looking at my wife, and that you aren't wearing a wedding ring, but if you have a girlfriend, or it goes against the regulations, we understand."

"No girlfriend," he said still sounding like he was in total disbelief.

"Great, so how about it? Just say the word and my beautiful wife will thank the hell out of you!"

The question hung in the air like a thick smog. For a moment there was only silence while the chief seemed to try to gather his thoughts. Suddenly his face seemed to relax and he said, "Well, I have to admit, seeing your old lady dressed like that did cause a stir or two in my pants, and regulations only state we can't accept money or gifts. Thank yous are not only allowed, but appreciated, so I don't think a 'thank you' from your wife breaks any official rules." His face broke out into a grin and then he continued, "So, if you are being serious, I'd love to have her suck my dick! It'd have to be quick though, with my men outside, but I don't mind quick as long as I can play with those big tits of hers while she does it!"

I looked over at Janet for her reaction. Her brown eyes smoldered with barely suppressed excitement, and she nodded her agreement. "Okay then, honey, you heard what the man said, get your tits out!"

Janet smiled coyly at me and then began slipping her nightie from her shoulders. She worked slowly as both the chief and I watched her intently, allowing her fingers to lightly touch the flesh of her tits as eventually the nightie fell below her breasts.

"Jeez, man," the chief whistled appreciatively. "That's one fine pair of tits! Come here baby, let's have a feel!"

I watched my wife's heavy orbs sway back and forth as she padded her way towards the chief. Her eyes closed in an expression of pure lust as his large hands reached out and cupped her tits, the black of his skin contrasting acutely with Janet's pale complexion. She moaned out loud as his fingers closed on her hardening nipples and he squeezed them, gently at first, and then a little more urgently.

Seeing that Janet was getting into having her tits played with, and seeing that the chief was getting into it as well, I spoke up and said to Janet, "Don't forget, you still have a thank you to give."

Janet's eyes opened immediately, she grinned at me, and then her hand dropped to the crotch of the chief's pants. He moaned slightly as she squeezed the impressive bulge that was outlined there. Slowly, she manipulated the stiff zipper and eventually lowered it.

"Mmm, no underwear," she murmured as her hand found its way inside, speaking for the first time since this all began.

"No, too hot for underwear in this job," the chief moaned as Janet moved her hand around inside his pants while he continued to caress her pendulous breasts.

And then I saw it. Janet had eased the chief's thick tool from the confines of his pants and was gently stroking the length of his shaft while he groaned happily. It was an impressive sight: at least nine inches of fat, throbbing black meat. Having watched her on several occasions with a black guy, I can say that not all black men are hugely endowed, but the chief certainly fit the stereotype! The wide purple head glistened with beads of pre-cum as Janet's finger gently massaged the clear fluid all around his cockhead.

The chief's hands fell from my wife's breasts as Janet moved herself onto her knees and undid the button on his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. She then quickly guided his large weapon towards her mouth. Inch by inch, his length slipped into it until I could see the outline of his cockhead bulging at the entrance to her throat. With a slight movement of her head, Janet took a deep breath and literally forced herself down onto him. The chief moaned loudly, bucking his hips up and sending the final inches of his tool into my wife's throat.

It was a wonderfully exciting sight for me, and I could feel my own cock throbbing under my robe. However, rather than opening my robe and going to town on my own dick, I had other ideas.

Tearing myself away from the deep-throat action that was being displayed in front of me, I quickly walked to the front door, stepped outside and headed towards the two firemen who were dealing with putting away the fire hose and such. I figured they did as much work as the chief and deserved a proper thank you as well, not to mention the fact that I really wanted to see all three of them thanking her. So, when I had reached the fire truck, I said, "Hey guys, the chief asked me to come out and send you two inside."

There was some inaudible grumblings from both, followed by a sigh, but no questions, just compliance to the supposed order from the chief as the two young firemen started to head up the walkway to the house, with me following behind them.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 8)

By: MrCreamJeans



As the week went on, things got back to pretty much normal for Kenny. He saw Michelle in class and passed her in the halls a couple of times, and didn't even acknowledge her. Suzie, on the other hand, seemed to be ignoring Kenny. Kenny finally figured out that she just wanted a quick conquest and nothing long term. Oh well, he thought. At least I got a blowjob.

Kenny was kind of torn between the great sensation of getting his cock sucked and the intensity of the orgasms that happened inside his pants. He even experimented at home – one day jacking off like he always did and letting his sperm land all over his chest and stomach, then the next day rubbing his jeans until his cock squirted in his shorts. He came to the conclusion that while the sensations leading up to orgasm were better when his cock was naked, the orgasm he experienced was more intense inside his pants. Part of that was the "naughty" feeling of letting wetness out inside his pants and underwear.

That Saturday, Kenny's parents left him alone for a while. He was contemplating jacking off, this time stroking it out of his pants then putting it back inside when he was about to cum, when the doorbell rang.

It was Jon and Rod. Kenny burst out laughing when he saw how they were dressed. They were both in jeans and regular shirts, which wasn't unusual, but they both had their shirts open showing their t-shirts tucked into their boxers.

"Sorry guys, you just surprised me," Kenny said after he regained his composure. "Come on in."

"We both thought it was really cool the way you and Travis showed your shorts on Tuesday, so we thought we'd try it, too," Jon said.

"Yeah, it's like sagging with your shirt off, but if it's not warm enough to take your shirt off, this lets you show off your boxers, too," Rod added.

"Well, I wasn't trying to start a fashion trend or anything," Kenny said. "I just wanted to try to turn Jon on."

"It worked," Jon said, grinning. Kenny noticed a slight swelling at Jon's crotch.

"Turned me on, too," Rod said. "I've been jacking off all week thinking about it. When we got together today, we started talking about it and just decided to do it. We were thinking about going to the mall later to see who notices."

"Well let me know how it goes," Kenny said.

"Hey, Kenny," Jon said. "It sounded like you really didn't want to be in the J.O.C.K. club anymore."

Kenny sighed. "I don't know guys. It's just that on Monday, a couple of guys who said they used to be in the club told me that it was really kid stuff, and that if I kept creaming my jeans, I wouldn't be able to control it when I wanted to. I mean, I got a real blowjob from a chick, and it felt really good and everything, but it happened real fast. It's like, well, it's fun to cum real quick in class, but I want to be able to hold back, too, you know, with a girl."

Rod and Jon couldn't really argue with that. After a few moments of silence, Jon asked, "But you think you might still do it in your pants sometimes?"

Kenny smiled. "Yeah, I have to admit it feels pretty good sometimes."

Both Rod and Jon looked at each other and smiled. Then Jon asked, "Hey, can we check out some porn on your computer?"

Kenny chuckled. "Sure," he said, and they all headed up to Kenny's bedroom.