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

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

All Male True Experience: Pool Jerk

By: Oscar
 
 
 
While on holiday in Florida with a friend, I stayed at a three-story motel which had a pool. After a day's site seeing we would go back to the room, shower and change before going out on the town.

One particular day we had walked miles and my friend said he was going to take a nap before we set out for the evening. I was still wide awake and decided to take a dip in the pool while he rested. I slipped on a pair of ordinary shorts without any underwear underneath, threw a towel over my shoulder and headed for the pool.

The pool was situated on one side of the motel and surrounded on the other three sides by shrubs. As I walked up to it I saw that the pool and pool deck were empty. Not a big surprise as we had taken our vacation in the off-season. The motel itself was scarce of people. Slipping my towel over a chair, I dove in. The water temperature was just right, and I bobbed in the water for a few moments and then started to swim.

As I swam about, the water seemed to caress my cock and balls beneath my shorts. I hadn't had the chance or privacy to jerk off in a couple of days and I started to throw a boner.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 6)

By: MrCreamJeans




Kenny felt a little stupid. He was dressing for the Sadie Hawkins dance. A girl named Michelle had asked him to go, and he had said yes. The "look" was supposed to be sort of hillbilly, something akin to the old Li'l Abner comics. Kenny's mom was getting into this much more than Kenny. She had rummaged through some old clothes in the basement, did some alterations, and the result was now staring back at Kenny in the mirror.

He was wearing an old, faded, plaid flannel shirt that belonged to his dad which was too big on him. His jeans, on the other hand, were way too small. They were a pair he had outgrown a year ago. His mom had sewn patches on the knees and frayed the high-water cuffs to give them a worn-out look. She let out the waist so he could close them, but that crotch! His cock and balls were tightly packed under the unyielding denim, a sensation that he was definitely not accustomed to. He'd had a hell of a time getting his boxer shorts down the pant legs, too, and he was sure they'd be riding up all night.

Kenny's mom called through the door, "Are you decent?"

"Yeah," Kenny moaned.

His mom came through the door and squealed, "Oh, you look adorable!" Then she walked over to him saying, "And I have the perfect finishing touch. But you'll have to tuck your shirt in."

"Huh?" Kenny asked, somewhat panicked. He was counting on that oversized shirt to help conceal his bulging crotch.

"It's a belt!" his mom pronounced gleefully as she held up a length of smooth rope.

Kenny knew there was no point in arguing about this, so he rolled his eyes and turned his back toward his mother while he undid his pants and jammed the shirt tail down into his already overstuffed jeans. He then took the rope and threaded it through the belt loops, then tied a square knot at the front.

"Perfect!" his mom exclaimed. "You look great!" she said and then wandered off to let him finish getting ready.

Kenny looked at himself in the mirror. It was way more embarrassing than before. In addition to the obvious bulge of his cock and balls, the bulky flannel shirt was making even more unsightly bulges in his skin-tight jeans. He noted that he could even see the lines on his legs where his boxers ended. His pants were a bulging, lumpy mess.

He thought quickly. One thing he thought would help would be to just take off his boxers, so he quickly undid the rope, shucked his jeans and boxers, and pulled his jeans back on. Unfortunately, his cock saw the brief release from its imprisonment as an opportunity to stretch! By the time he hurriedly got his jeans up his thighs, his cock was already at half-mast and was swelling rapidly. He jammed his cock down under his balls, holding it in place with the crotch seam of his old jeans. Mercifully, the swelling stopped.

Grumbling to himself about the damn belt, Kenny began tucking in the shirt tail, this time taking more care to keep the fabric from bunching up. Finally, he zipped his jeans, put on his rope belt, and turned once again to the mirror. This was a little more acceptable. His cock bulge was now directly behind the zipper, so there was only a gentle swelling there. He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't pop a full-fledged boner in those revealing jeans, but there was nothing he could do about it now, he had to go or he'd be late. Kenny threw on his sneakers and ran down the stairs.

As he was on his way to pick up Michelle, Kenny suddenly realized that his cock had shifted from his crotch seam down his right leg. He was used to it being on the left. Of course, any unfamiliar sensation is enough to start a teen guy's prick stiffening. Sure enough, Kenny felt the tingling that signaled the start of a boner. He didn't know what to do, though. He couldn't reach down and rub one out, that would make a mess that he couldn't hide, but he also couldn't walk up to Michelle's door with a hard-on jutting down his thigh.

Remembering that pushing his cock down earlier kept it from getting fully hard, he decided to clamp his legs together and let the tight jeans do the work. Then he thought about the ugliest woman he could think of, the one who worked at the school cafeteria with the hairy mole on her cheek. It did the trick. By the time he got to Michelle's house, his cock was soft enough that he could make the needed right-to-left adjustment as he walked to the door.

Michelle came out wearing a pink gingham dress that fit her waist and ample breasts as if she had been poured into it. Kenny grinned and said, "I like your dress."

"Thanks," she replied. She scanned Kenny's Sadie Hawkins outfit as they began walking to the car. "I like your jeans, too."

Kenny just blushed.

When they entered the gym, the first thing Kenny noticed was that the lights were quite a bit brighter than the regular "sock-hop" dances he was used to. The gym was decorated with hay bales, wagon wheels, and other "country" decorations. The decorations didn't matter to Kenny; he had been hoping it would be dark so his embarrassing bulge couldn't be seen.

Kenny wilted visibly when he saw Rod and Jon headed his way. Jon was already staring intently at Kenny's jeans, examining every inch of his friend's cock bulge.

"Hey, Kenny," Rod called out as they approached.

"Hey guys," Kenny responded, knowing it was pointless to try to hide his tight pants and obvious bulge from these two.

"Nice outfit," Jon kidded.

"Isn't it cute?" Michelle piped up. "I think it's sexy."

"Ooooo," both guys jeered.

"Yeah, yeah..." Kenny said, blushing furiously. He decided to turn the tables on them. "So, you guys got dates?" he asked, knowing full well they didn't.

Rod didn't miss a beat. "Nah, but I think we'll be able to hook up here," he said, knowing that wasn't really going to happen.

Michelle grabbed Kenny's hand and started dragging him to the dance floor. "Let's dance!" she said.

"See you guys," Kenny called as he disappeared into the crowd.

Concentrating on the new moves he practiced in his bedroom, he worked on impressing Michelle with his dancing ability. Then came a slow dance, and Michelle plastered herself against Kenny and they both began swaying to the music. The warmth of her body radiated through Kenny's clothes, and he sensed right away that she was putting extra pressure on his groin. It felt really great, so he returned the pressure.

"Mmm," she purred in his ear as she felt his cock growing down his leg.

Kenny couldn't believe how great it felt to be freeballing and humping his cock against a hot girl. His cock twitched and he heard her moan, so he made it twitch again, blissfully unaware of what was to come.

When the song ended and a new, fast piece started, Michelle asked Kenny, "You want to keep dancing?" Before he could answer she continued, "Or do you wanna go sit on the bleachers and make out?"

"Make out," Kenny gulped his reply.

When she turned around, Kenny hugged her from behind, and that's the way they walked over to the bleachers.

When they sat down, Michelle kind of giggled. "You know, everybody knows what it means when a guy walks behind a girl like that. All my girlfriends talk about how they can feel the guy's boner on their asses and stuff. You shouldn't be embarrassed." Then, lowering her voice, she added, "You really have a nice cock."

When Kenny heard that, his cock jumped under the tight confines of his old jeans. To his horror, he felt a drop of pre-cum escape from the tip. He knew that with no underwear it would soak through the faded denim right away, but it seemed like there was nothing he could do about it except try to calm down.

Michelle wasn't about to let that happen. She leaned over and planted a kiss on him. The kiss kept going and soon they were dueling with their tongues.

Kenny was exhilarated. He had been to several dances and always envied the couples he'd seen making out on the bleachers. Now he was part of that scene for the first time. He wrapped his arms around her and savored her taste and feel. The only trouble was that his dick seemed like it was getting even harder. He felt yet another drop of pre-cum leaking from his inflamed cock. He was sure there'd be a wet spot by now.

Several minutes and several drops of cock-juice later, Michelle suddenly backed away and announced, "Ooh! I love this song! Let's dance."

Before he could think, Kenny was being dragged onto the dance floor, boner bulge and all. Michelle started moving to the music while poor Kenny kind of hobbled through some steps, his movement hindered by the unyielding hardness in his jeans. He couldn't help taking a quick look to see how bad things were down there. It was the most embarrassing sight he could imagine – even more embarrassing than having to jack off in front of the J.O.C.K. club. Every detail of his cock shaft and head were visible through the tight faded denim, and there was a quarter-sized wet spot at the tip. When he looked back up, Michelle was staring straight at his pants. He blushed. She smiled.

By the time that song was over, his cock had softened to about half-mast, and at the end of the next song, he was back to normal (except for the pecker tracks on his thigh).

"I wanna sit down. Is that ok?" Michelle said.

Kenny couldn't deny her anything, so off they headed toward the bleachers. After they sat down, Michelle asked, "Um, can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure."

"Um, are you wearing any underwear?" she asked, fairly certain that the answer was no.

Kenny blushed once again. "No," he admitted. "My mom made me wear these stupid tight jeans and there wasn't really room for my boxers."

"Oh, I think your jeans are sexy," Michelle replied, as she traced her fingertips over his thigh. "I really like them a lot. But I think you better be careful, Kenny. It really shows when you get turned on, if you know what I mean." Her fingertips moved in small circles, edging closer and closer to his growing member.

Kenny couldn't believe such a cute girl would be so interested in his cock. Once again his cock jumped, and another drop of slimy liquid was ejected into his jeans. A spot appeared immediately.

Noticing it too, Michelle giggled and said, "Maybe you should cool off. Would you get me something to drink?"

"Umm..." Kenny said, staring at his obscenely bulging and spotted crotch.

"Oh, you guys worry so much about that stuff. Nobody cares! Just put your hands in your pockets or something," she said.

Kenny knew that suggestion was going to be both unhelpful and impossible in these tight jeans. So he gamely stood up and headed toward the concession stand, his dripping boner rubbing against his thigh and jeans with every step. And just his luck, who was standing by the counter but Rod and Jon.

"Whoa! Du-u-ude!" Rod laughed. "What's Michelle been doing to you?"

Kenny decided to turn his embarrassing situation to his advantage. "She's totally hot. All she wants to do is make out and rub my cock." He saw Jon's eyes widen, so he continued, "She just can't get enough of me, man. She said later she's gonna suck me off."

"Right," Rod said with a disbelieving edge to his voice. "I bet you won't even get it out of your pants."

"We'll see, dude," Kenny replied with mock confidence. "I gotta get her something to drink. See you guys later."

By the time he got the drinks and returned, his cock had once again returned to a less obvious state, but not before it left several more little wet spots all over the front of his jeans.

"You know what I did for you?" Michelle asked as they were finishing their drinks, her hand moving to his thigh.

"No, what?" Kenny gulped.

"I'm not wearing any panties," she cooed. She saw his cock lurch under his jeans. "Does that turn you on?"

"Oh yeah! You're so hot, Mich *mmbblllll*" He was interrupted by his date starting to kiss him again. There was no delay this time. The tongues were in play from the start. Soon her hand was over the head of his dick, teasing the sensitive ridge.

Meanwhile, Rod and Jon had wandered over by the bleachers. Jon stopped in his tracks.

"Wait. Rod, check this out. Kenny's totally making out with Michelle," he said.

"Oh man! They're really into it!" Rod exclaimed.

"Let's go back over here. I wanna watch this for a while," Jon said.

"I'm right with you!"

The boys moved into one of the few shadowy areas of the gym. They had a perfect view of Kenny and Michelle.

"Is she jacking him off?" Rod asked.

"I think she's rubbing his cock, but it's hard to tell. Oh man, this is so hot!" Jon replied, his hand sneaking into his pocket to stroke his hardening member.

Rod noticed his buddy's movement and snickered. "Just can't help yourself, can you?"

Jon grinned sheepishly. "Can you imagine if she jerked him off all the way?"

"Mmm, I wonder if he's wearing boxers?" Rod said, knowing the effect it would have on his jack-off buddy.

Friday, August 29, 2014

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 4)

"The Boy Next Door"
By: samboi91
 
 
 
 
The sun was shining in my eyes as I awoke the next morning. It was a pretty warm day, so I was just lying in a pair of boxers with the covers off. As was my usual routine, I shoved my boxers down and started pulling on my cock. I closed my eyes and ran my hand down my toned body, thinking of how my step-brother had made me suck his dick, stroking my cock faster before feeling movement on my bed.

As I opened my eyes, Jeff jumped onto my chest, pulling my hand from my cock and pinning both my arms above my head.

"I know you were thinking about me, about sucking on my cock like you did yesterday. You were, weren't you?"

I nodded and grinned.

"Yeah, and that got you all hard and you had to jerk it off, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Man, it must suck having to use your hand," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't you remember what I said yesterday about your mouth replacing my hand on my dick?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Good," he said as I felt his hand on the back of my head. "Then why don't you get busy sucking it for me, bro," he demanded as he moved forward, while shoving his underwear down and placing his cock just inches away from my mouth.

All I could do was open my mouth, and he started sliding his big dick in. He had no mercy as he kept sliding it down my throat, and then he began to thrust over and over again, moaning loudly. My eyes travelled over his ripped abs, up to his bulging pecs, and then settled on his face, looking up into up into his eyes as I sucked his cock.

"I've got another big load for you to swallow this morning," he moaned a couple of minutes later.

I grabbed my dick and jerked it quickly until I could feel myself about to blow, too. He flicked his head back and moaned loudly while releasing stream after stream of warm cum down my throat. I struggled to swallow it all as my own cock blasted cum all over his back and ass.

"Hope you liked that load, bro. Now I gotta go shower and wash yours off my back," he said hopping off the bed. He stopped when he got near the door, looked over at me and added, "Oh, I bumped into Brad last night, and he said to remind you that you are supposed to go over to his place and help him out today."

"I remember," I replied.

Brad was our next door neighbor. Once in a while I would help him work on his car. I didn't know a lot about cars, just enough to assist him, which I loved doing because Brad always walked around shirtless whenever he could. He had a nice body. He didn't really have abs like me or Jeff, but had a developed, muscular chest and a flat stomach. At twenty-five, he wasn't much older than my brother, and we got along well.

After Jeff left my room, I lay there lazily playing with my limp cock while I waited for him to finish his shower. Once he was done, I headed to the bathroom to take mine, and then I got dressed and went over to Brad's house.

We were working on his car in his driveway, and once the day got a bit hotter, Brad took his shirt off. I couldn't help but stare when he wasn't looking and had to casually adjust myself a few times so he wouldn't notice my hard-on.

After a bit we stopped to enjoy a couple of ice cold beers that Brad kept in a fridge in his garage. As we sat on the front steps, Brad looked at me and said, "Man, you're so hot."

I almost choked on my mouthful of beer. "What?" I uttered in shocked response.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

All Male Fiction: The DILF Next Door (Part 1)

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com
 
 
 
The Morrison's had lived next door to us for longer than I'd been alive. Both they and my parents bought their houses from the builder of the development before they were even built. At the time both were young couples in their twenties, recently married, and purchasing a home suitable for starting a family. That was just over twenty years ago, and today the Morrison's have two children, a twenty-one year old daughter named Melissa, who was away at University, and an eighteen year old son named Tyler. I was an only child, and, like Tyler, I was eighteen as well.

Given that we lived next door to each other, were the same age, and were in all the same classes during public school and some in high school as well, it was only natural that Tyler and I would end up being friends. Growing up, we played together a lot… and when we hit our teenage years, we started playing together in a totally different way.

Young, curious about sex, and always horny, Tyler and I started jerking off together. That eventually led to playing with each other's dicks, and then, eventually, blowjobs. Well, I gave him blowjobs. Tyler never once gave me one.

Of course, I tried to convince him to try it. After all, I had never had one before at that point and wanted to know what it felt like, too. But after a while I stopped trying to get him to return the favor, for it quickly became clear that Tyler was straight and, to him, what we were doing was just a way to try sex, a way to get off.

I on the other hand knew I liked boys, and only boys, and was just happy to be playing with and sucking a dick. I liked playing with Tyler like that, and I liked that he believed that we were both just playing around, helping each other out, and didn't suspect that I was actually gay, but there was someone else I wanted to play with even more… his dad!

Tyler's dad was forty-four, totally hot, and most definitely a DILF! He worked out and it showed. He often worked outside, cutting the grass and doing gardening without a shirt on, and usually wearing just a pair of shorts. His body was cut, and he was strong and muscular. A real Alpha male.

When I wasn't servicing his son's cock, I spent a lot of time stroking my own, thinking about him. Sometimes I even jerked off while peering out my window at him as he worked outside, bare-chested and sweaty, muscles bulging, and that very nice sized bulge that always showed in the front of his shorts bouncing about as he moved.

The more I sucked Tyler's cock, the more I found myself thinking about his dad, pretending it was his cock I was sucking. And then, one day after school when I was over at Tyler's house, something happened. We were in the basement and I was sucking his cock. No one was home, but his dad ended up coming home early from work. Neither Tyler nor I even realized he'd arrived home until I saw him on the basement stairs from the corner of my eye. Tyler had his head back and his eyes closed, so he didn't see him. The strange thing was, his dad just stood there for a moment, taking in what he had walked in on, and then just turned and quietly went back upstairs.

I quickly figured that he stood for a moment, shocked by what he was seeing, and then just didn't want to embarrass his son or himself and chose to leave instead. I tried to stop sucking off Tyler, but he, not knowing his dad had come home, and me not wanting to tell him his dad had just seen me sucking on his cock, insisted that I continued to blow him until he came. And so I did.

After I got Tyler off with my mouth, he offered to give me a hand job so I could get off, too, but, knowing his dad was home, I made the excuse that I had to get home and would do it myself later. We then headed upstairs for me to leave.

As Tyler opened the front door and I stepped outside, Tyler's dad was by his car in the driveway, making like he had just gotten home. I felt really awkward and looked down at the ground as I veered across the lawn over to my house and then quickly ducked inside.

As soon as I had closed the door, I took the steps two at a time up to my bedroom and immediately shoved my pants and underwear down and started taking care of my horny prick. Despite feeling embarrassed and awkward after being caught by Mr. Morrison, now, with my hard cock in my hand, I found myself thinking about Tyler's dad seeing me sucking cock, sucking his son's cock, and I came fast, and hard.

Once I came down from the joy of an ejaculation, I began to worry that Mr. Morrison might say something to Tyler about what he had walked in on. If that happened, not only would I feel for Tyler having to deal with the knowledge that his dad saw him getting his dick sucked by another guy, but it could also mean that he'd no longer let me suck his cock. And with his dick being the only dick I got to suck, that would mean no more dick for me, and that would, well, suck!

I had an even bigger worry, though. Mr. Morrison and my dad had become friends over the twenty-some years they had been neighbors. They would shoot the shit together when both were outside at the same time, watch sports together (usually at his house), once and a while go out for a beer together, and my dad would sometimes work out with Mr. Morrison in the Morrison's home gym in their basement. So there was a distinct possibility that he could tell my dad that he'd caught me performing oral sex on his son. I wasn't ready to come out to my family just yet, or to anyone for that matter, and I wasn't sure if I could handle my dad finding out I was gay at that point and time, especially like that.

The very next day, though, Tyler wanted to get sucked off, and he never said anything about his dad coming home early the day before and seeing us. That gave me a great sense of relief. I felt even more relieved, when, after my dad came home from working out with Mr. Morrison the day after that, it became clear that Tyler's dad was not going to blab about what he'd walked in on, because my dad never said anything to me and never gave me any kind of look that would indicate he knew.

I was overjoyed that Tyler's dad was going to keep this little bit of knowledge to himself and that no one would find out. I was also kind of turned on by the fact that Mr. Morrison now knew that I liked to suck dick. Not that it changed anything. He was still straight, still married, and still just a hot fantasy that would never become a reality.
 
But just a couple of weeks later, all of that went out the window when I found myself in the Morrison's backyard, standing in front of the sliding glass door to the basement, mouth agape, and frozen to the spot as I looked through it. Just as I had assumed Tyler's dad had been shocked at seeing his son getting his cock sucked by the boy next door, now I was the one who stood shocked at what I was seeing: there, on his knees, was my dad, sucking off Mr. Morrison!

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Straight Fiction: A Black Tie Affair

By: Unknown Author
 
 
 
I was heading up the path to Ellen's front door for our date. Well, it wasn't a real date, Ellen was my co-worker at the firm, and I was lucky as hell to be conscripted as her consort for the evening. I hated these corporate black tie affairs, but Ellen had a lot going for her at the firm, and the contacts she would help me groom at this gala would go a long way for me. So here I was, in a brand-new tuxedo (you don't wear a rented tux to something like this!), and with her help, I was on my way, and ready for anything.

"Hi!" came the answer at the door, not Ellen, ready and waiting in full regalia, but a young girl who seemed to be one step away from getting ready for bed, wearing only a long t-shirt.

"Hello there," I said.

"I'm Sarah, Ellen's daughter," the girl informed me. "Mom will be down soon, she's still getting ready."

"Oh," I said, looking at my watch. "We're supposed to be there in another twenty minutes. I mean, we don't want to be late."

"Mom's always late," Sarah laughed. "Every time she goes out, she's always at least an hour behind."

"Oh, great!" I moaned. Children of co-workers can be a fount of information you wish you didn't have! "Well, maybe she'll be faster this time."

"Maybe," Sarah said with a chuckle. "But I doubt it; she's only just getting in the shower."

"Great!" I moaned.

"Come in and have a seat while you wait," Sarah invited.

Ellen's house was a beautifully appointed place, large rooms, and fine furniture, with a few decorative antiques here and there. Ellen had taste and family money in addition to her job with the firm.

"Can I get you a drink or anything?" Sarah asked once I was seated on the couch.

"No, I'm fine thanks."

Sarah took a seat beside me and said, "You're David right; you work with my mother?"

"Yes," I answered. "Do you think your mother will be very much longer?"

"Oh, yeah, she'll be at least another forty five minutes or so. Like I said, she's always late."

I lay my head back on the couch and just sighed. An hour late to the gala, we'd stand out like sore thumbs, and anybody who saw us would peg me as being to blame for her lateness. No businessman wants to deal with someone who's late to a party. He's bound to be slack and lazy about other duties and besides, there were all the others like me already there; people who weren't late and all the prospects would be tied up and paired off like so many married couples...

"Hey, David," came Sarah's voice. Her hand landed on my thigh and clamped tight. "Are you all right?"

"Not really!" I groaned. "I can't believe I got suckered into this, is all!"

"Yeah, I don't know how you and mom do it, all this corporate stuff, having to go to all those boring business parties," Sarah confided. Her hand did kind of a track and squeeze further up my leg. "I'm definitely not going to enter the corporate world like her. I want to be a veterinarian. I love animals, especially dogs."

"Yeah, dogs are great," I agreed.

"Especially the kind that will perform tricks," Sarah went on. "My friend Joe has a dog like that." Her hand was now definitely trespassing. She was right at the join of my legs. Any further, and she'd... "His dog knows about twenty tricks."

And, as she prattled on about Joe's dog, that's when her hand found my goody basket! No question about her meaning to do it, once she had it found her fingers were trying to circle my shaft right through the tux pants!

"I wish I had a dog of my own to work with," Sarah went on. "It gets kind of lonesome here; mom works late a lot and goes out at night for work a lot, too."

Her hand wasn't letting go of me. I reached down and caught hold of it and said, "Do you think you should be doing that?"

"You don't mind, do you?" Sarah said. "I mean, your dick's getting all nice and hard. You like it, don't you?"

"Well... yeah," I admitted. "It feels... how old are you anyway?"

"I'm eighteen," she replied. "How old are you?"

Somehow I didn't quite believe her. I mean she could pass for eighteen, but I had my suspicions that she wasn't really. "I'm thirty-eight," I replied.

"Well, then we're both legally adults."

"But what about your mother?" I replied.

Sarah laughed. "Mom's not going to put out after the party."

"No, I mean, she could come down any minute."

"Nah, mom takes long showers, and then when she gets out she spends forever drying her hair," Sarah informed me. "We've got lots of time." And Sarah's hands went onto my zipper and began to unzip me.

All Male True Experience: School of Cock

By: Unknown Author
 
 
 
 
By the time I was a senior in high school I knew I was attracted to men. But unfortunately I was a young gay black man in conservative Indianapolis and knew of no place I could go for an outlet. My frustration was intense to say the least. This was back in the very early eighties and at that time there were a series of adult bookstores with videos and peepholes on each side of town. They have all been long since shut down by a prosecutor on a mission.

I finally got the courage to go into one and it was like a whole new world had opened up to me. Believe it or not there was a code that one respected when in one of these bookstores: If you saw someone you knew you never talked about it with anyone. Guys were cool and respectful; in fact most of the guys were married or considered themselves to be straight - what we now refer to as being on the Down-Low or DL. You could get your cock sucked or suck a cock, anonymously, with no drama, and the places were kept fairly clean. Everyone was pretty laid back about the whole thing.

The adult bookstore was a mile or two from my school. I was kind of nervous as I made my way there that first time, even more so when I pulled into the parking lot. I had never been with a guy before, had never been with anyone. I was hoping to go in there and get my very first blowjob, and, nervous as I was – and excited at the same time - I got out of my car and headed for the entrance.

When I went inside, I looked around and saw the video booth area at the back of the store and headed that way. I figured the video machines used coins, and I had brought a bunch of change with me, but when I got back there, there was a sign that said you had to purchase tokens from the cashier before entering. So, I went up to the counter and purchased some tokens, and then headed off towards the back again.

When I stepped into the video booth area it was dimly lit, and I stood for a moment to let my eyes adjust, and then I went into a booth, dropped in a token and a porno flick popped up on the screen. To my left was a glory hole, but the next booth was dark, obviously vacant. To my right, there was no hole in the wall.

I didn't really care about the porno, I was there to hopefully get my first blowjob, so I didn't even bother to investigate if there were other movie choices, like gay porn. Still, my cock started to get hard, and I thought about pulling it out and stroking it, but decided that wouldn't be a good idea. If I did that, I would probably cum, and wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing so, being young and horny as I was. Then I knew I'd end up leaving, going home without getting that potential first blowjob.

The screen went dark and I dropped in another token. When it went dark again after a short time, I inserted several tokens in a row.

It wasn't too long after that a man entered the booth next to mine. I looked through the hole as soon as he started his video machine. With the light from his machine now illuminating his booth I watched as he pulled down his pants and then started tugging on his soft dick. I kept watching as it got harder until it was fully hard, and then he glanced over at me.

With my youth and inexperience, I took that to mean that he was interested in sucking dick, so I excitedly pulled down my pants and underwear and stuck my hard cock through the hole, pressing myself against the wooden wall, waiting, anticipating his mouth. But all I felt was my cock sticking up in the air on the other side of the wall.

Pulling my cock out of the hole, I got down in front of it and looked at the guy, but he only glanced over at me again, then looked back to the porno and kept jerking. I watched him cum just moments later, and then he pulled up his pants and left. The porno flick in his booth ended a few minutes later and the booth went dark.

I waited around for a while longer, but no one else entered the next booth. I figured I might as well jerk off and dump my load before leaving, and just as I hauled out my cock the screen shut off, and I had no more tokens left. So I left and jerked off as soon as I got home.

I found myself going back to the bookstore the very next day, and I got so excited when I heard the door of the booth next to mine squeak open and close after what seemed like forever waiting.

I was just beginning to lean forward to get a look at the guy when his finger came through the hole. I didn't know back then that that was a universal signal at a glory hole, but even so, it was pretty clear that he was beckoning me to put my cock through. I didn't care if I hadn't got a look at him, I was eighteen and full of cum so getting my cock sucked, sucked for the first time, was all that I cared about right then.

I stood up and shoved my cock through the hole, and a wet tongue made contact with the head of my cock, licking it. Fuck! It felt incredible! And that was just the head, he hadn't even started to suck my cock yet!

"Oh shit!" I whimpered as his warm mouth proceeded to envelope my cock. And then he began to suck, and my legs began to tremble from the indescribable sensations I was feeling in my cock, a pleasure like I had never felt before from my hand, never felt before, period.

I moaned and groaned, knees buckling, legs trembling as he slavishly serviced my cock until I couldn't take it anymore, which was all of sixty seconds at most, and then I shot my load down his throat.

As I pulled my cock out of the hole, panting, having just experienced the most intense, best feeling ejaculation I'd ever had in my young life, I heard him whisper, asking if I would return the favor.

Fuck, why not? I thought. I wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock just as much as I had wanted to know what it felt like to get mine sucked. And having finally experienced the latter, I was now being afforded the opportunity to try the former, so I got down on my knees at the hole, still horny, and horny as hell to try sucking this stranger's cock.

He didn't put his cock through the hole right away, and as I peered through it I saw that his dick was hanging out through his fly and he was undoing his pants. As he was doing this I pointed my eyes upward and you can imagine my shock, or rather horror, when I saw that the man who had just sucked my cock, the man whose cock I was about to suck was someone I knew, someone I'll call Mr. B.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

All Male True Experience: Playing Hooky

By: chicagobasil
 
 
 
I had decided to take the day off from work. I just didn't feel like going in that day, so I called in and took a personal day. I did some things around the house in the morning, then, in trying to decide what to do with the rest of my day, I got the urge to stop at a bookstore I used to go to every now and again. I figured at this time of the day I would find another horny guy on his lunch break or something.

When I got there I headed down to the basement, which is where the porn booths were located, and looked around. There was only one other guy lurking around, an older, not very hung nor very appealing guy. Since I didn't have to be anywhere all day I decided to hang out in a booth and wait, hoping that someone else would come in.

Soon I heard a few others moving around and I stepped out of the booth to check out the fresh meat. As I stepped into the main area a very nice looking guy was on his way down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of warm-up pants, a grey t-shirt, and a jacket. He had both ears pierced and I could see that he had a nice chest under his tight tee. When one of the lights that kept the stairs dimly lit caught his face, I could see that he was really hot, too!

He headed over to the token machine. I stepped up behind him to get a better look at his butt! I was not disappointed. He had a really nice bubble butt filling out the back of those pants!

I was so busy looking at his ass that I didn't notice that he was having trouble with the token machine, until suddenly he turned around and said, "Maybe you can get this thing to work," giving me a very charming smile.

"No problem," I said smiling back.

He stepped to the side and I looked at the machine, hoping to work some magic on it. I immediately saw the problem. The "Temporarily out of Service" light was on. We laughed and then headed upstairs to get some tokens from the clerk instead. He walked up to the counter ahead of me and in the full light of the bookstore I could see that this guy had a really nice build on him. He also had the most beautiful green eyes!

When he walked past me to head back downstairs, I caught him checking me out too. He looked back and smiled and I knew then that we were definitely going to have some fun together! I quickly purchased some tokens and headed back downstairs.

As I hit the bottom step, I saw the hot dude slightly hesitate as he headed into the first booth, looking around the door to be sure I was coming down the steps. He loaded his machine, and then I froze. Standing just a couple of feet away from a very hot guy, I fucking froze! I stood there looking at the half opened door, just hoping that he would push it open a little and invite me in. What if he was not really checking me out? What if I was wrong? I didn't know what had come over me. Why I was suddenly so doubtful of his interest in me? I backed down and headed to another booth at the end of the row.

A few minutes later my older 'friend' poked his head into my booth. I was pretty fed up with him by then and politely told him I wasn't looking for company. He left my booth, but hung around outside of it. I wanted that hot jock stud so bad!

Another minute or so passed, and then I saw him. He was standing outside my booth. Was he waiting for an invitation? Was the old guy's presence outside my door preventing him from getting up the nerve to enter my booth? I opened the door a little wider and gave him a nod to show that I was interested. That's all it took and he stepped inside my booth.