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

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

All Male Fiction: Bob and the Soccer Team (Part 1)

By: amtibbs
Bob was angry. He wasn't a towel boy. He was a student manager at the college gym. More specifically, Bob managed the locker room used by many of the college's men's teams. Sure, the football and basketball teams were important enough to rate their own dedicated locker rooms, but when it came to the second tier sports like soccer, if you were on the team and wanted a clean towel, you came to Bob. Well, perhaps the towel was a bad example - he did much more than hand out towels.

I should probably first tell you a bit about Bob. I didn't meet him until after he had graduated from college. I've seen college photos of him and I would describe him as an average guy. He's currently about 5'10" and 160 pounds with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Back in college he was too busy with classes and working as a student manager at the college gym to work out on a regular basis. Nevertheless, he still had a toned, if not muscular, body and wouldn't be embarrassed to take off his shirt at the beach.

Bob grew up in a home where school was more important than sports. Consequently, while he played baseball, shot baskets and threw around a football with other kids in the neighborhood, he never played on a school team and his family didn't watch sports on TV. To this day, if you ask him sports trivia, like who played on some championship baseball team, he's at a total loss. His brain just wasn't wired to remember that stuff as he grew up.

Now you're probably wondering about Bob's sexuality. If you ask Bob, he'll tell you it's none of your damn business. I think you need to know a bit more to understand Bob. In my opinion, Bob is seventy to eighty percent heterosexual. I know he only dates women now, but I also know that Bob doesn't mind a bit of male on male body contact either. I was kidding him about being around all those naked guys in the locker room and he said he didn't think he could have worked there if he was gay. When I asked him why, he said "it would be like a diabetic working in a candy store" or something like that. On the other hand, Bob said the fact that he had always admired the body of a good looking guy made going to work at a place where he could observe them a pleasant experience, despite the crap that came with the job.

Bob didn't lose his virginity until he was a sophomore in college. He was shy in those days and his right hand was his best friend until the semester he took an evening class and met this girl. He told me he'd walk her to her car after class and they'd stand there and talk, sometimes for an hour or more. Then she would drive off and he'd walk back to his dorm. One cool, fall night they got into the back seat of her car to talk and, well, you probably don't want to hear about that.

Bob never really had a steady girlfriend while in college. His parents continually drilled the importance of studying over everything else and, since they were paying, he felt obligated to bring home the grades. But that wasn't all bad, and while Bob didn't get all the sex he wanted, "even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while" he jokes today.

Now that you know a little bit about Bob, let's continue.

It was Bob's second and last season managing the locker room for the soccer team. Bob hated soccer season. The 'pretty' boys on the soccer team seemed to thrive on harassing him. For players of a second tier sport at the college, they thought their dirty jockstraps didn't stink. But they did stink, especially when they'd grab him and pull their sweaty jocks over his head. Bob dreamed of payback. Unfortunately, every idea he came up with would result in him losing his job, his recommendation or getting beaten to a pulp.

Towards the end of the season, and after being thrown in the shower for the third time in his clothes, Bob decided that his best course of action would be something that the players might not even find out about but would follow them for the rest of their lives.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

All Male True Experience: Venice Views

By: veniceguy2004

For those of you unfamiliar with Venice Beach, CA, it's very much a beach city. Lots of tiny bungalows, cottages, and apartments all packed tightly together, with winding streets (some of them walking streets only) and alleys winding their way through the neighborhood. A few days ago, after hanging out at a friend's place, listening to him cranking out some tunes on his guitar while having a few beers, I was really buzzed and tired, so I headed home.

I was taking my usual route, walking down a fairly dark and private alley lined mostly with the cottage style apartments I described. It was past midnight so most of the windows were dark, but here and there you'd see someone watching TV or catch sight of someone's head. Most of the lit windows, though, had drawn curtains or blinds, so you couldn't see in.

But as I walked past this one window, set back about fifteen feet from the alley, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of flesh. It was hard not to notice. The main light in the room was on and even though the curtains were drawn closed, the window was open and the breeze had pushed them away from the window enough so that along the right side there was about a two inch gap between the curtain and the window frame. So you could see some of the room through this long sliver - which of course got me totally interested. And since it was really dark in the area of the alley where I was, I decided to move in for a closer look without worrying too much about anyone catching me peering into someone's window.

What I saw next was pretty wild. Looking through that little slit, I could see directly into a tall, floor length mirror propped up against the wall. And in the mirror's reflection I could pretty much see most of the room - a cluttered, tiny bedroom that's typical of a lot of these places. Books piled high, a bike in the corner, clothes in a pile on the floor, a futon mattress, and standing in a corner of the room was some dude, clad only in a pair of boxers, leafing through a book.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

All Male Fiction: Summer Heat

By: Unknown Author
Having finally graduated from college, I was ready to kick back by my parents' pool for the summer. I figured there was nothing like the long hard muscles of a swimmer and the bronze of a full body tan to bring the cocksuckers out of the water… and into my pants. I would spend the summer working on improving my bait. My folks were in Europe, and the neighbors had just moved out. The resulting privacy would be just what I needed to throw a few humdinger, midnight skinny-dipping parties.

I was relaxing in a poolside lounge chair, soaking up the rays, reading one of my favorite "boy-meets-boy, boy-fucks-boy" magazines. I was totally naked and totally hot, and not because of the sun. I balanced the magazine on my stomach with one hand while my other went down to explore my lengthening cock. I squeezed my balls and rubbed my hand up the length of my rod, lifting the magazine to watch the natural lube ooze from the soft, round tip of my meat. I pinched some of the goo onto my fingertips and brought it to my mouth.

The taste and feel of my own juice has always made me wish I could suck my own cock. I was about to grab hold of my cock and do the next best thing when I heard a scraping at the fence, ten feet away. I looked up. Looking over the fence there was a guy, grinning.

"Hi. Kurt," he said.

I dropped my magazine over my protruding cock and managed not to jump out of my skin. "Geez, you scared me," I said to this apparent stranger who seemed to know my name. "What're you doing over there? I thought that house was empty."

He was still grinning. I wondered how much he had seen. As I recovered from my shock, I began to notice his dimples, his brilliant blue eyes, and his red hair. The guy had a beautiful face.

"Not exactly empty," he said. "Well, I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. I guess I've changed since you saw me last."

It all started to fall into place. That red hair, those blue eyes... could this be the skinny, freckly kid with braces who used to come and swim with my little sister? "David?"

"Bingo," he said. "When we moved three years ago my folks rented the house out. Now I'm starting at the University here, and I get to live here, with some roommates. But I haven't got the roommates yet. So where's Susan?"

"She's starting school back east. She wants to get a jump on the housing situation, so she's already left. Nobody else is home but me. Too bad, Susan would probably like to see you again," I said.

"Oh well," he said. "So how's the water?"

"Great. Come on over for a swim if you'd like."

"Perfect! Be right over."

I hid my stroke magazine under an old issue of Time, and then stood up and grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist to cover my now almost soft, but still swollen, thick cock. Beating off would just have to wait.

David was soon banging at the locked gate.

The body his white Speedos barely covered was gorgeous; slender but hard and muscular, and bound by soft looking, unblemished, cream-colored skin. He was still shorter than me, but only by about an inch. He sported a nipple ring, and his skimpy suit was filled with a generous mound of flesh that suggested a very nicely sized cock and balls.

"God damn," I sputtered. "I mean, I remember having to look a foot and a half down at you the last time I saw you." I managed to look away from his crotch and back into his face, which was somehow sexy and cherubic at the same time. Maybe it was his sensuous lips.

David laughed. "Well I must say that you on the other hand haven't changed very much. You're looking good. Still working out, huh?"

I cast a sideways glance at him. Looking good? "Come on in," I said, and led him to the side of the pool.
David sat down on the edge of the pool and slid himself into the water. Rather than swimming, he lowered himself until the water came up to his shoulders, and then raised himself up again and waded to the other side and lay back, resting his head against the side, his body facing me. The water came up just enough to surround his bulge. With his Speedos now wet, it hugged his cock and balls, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I felt a twinge run down my guts and into my cock as I took it in. Realizing I was staring at his crotch, my eyes trailed up to his face and he seemed to be looking at me with a bit of a proud smirk on his face, as though he enjoyed showing off his ample package.

Caught, I diverted my eyes from his by turning on my heels and then moved to lie down in the lounge chair. As I did so, he hoisted himself up and got out of the water and began to dry himself off. He then moved over to stand by the other lounge chair next to mine, the outline of his cock and balls still prominently on display in his wet Speedos, only now it was right at my eye level.
"I brought some sunscreen," he said. "You know this skin wasn't meant for much sun, and living in Alaska I haven't gotten much." He sat on the lounge chair and began to spread the lotion on his body. I watched him, trying not to look too interested as we talked.

When he finished, he said, "Would you mind putting a bit of this on my back? If I don't cover myself from head to toe, I know I'll be sorry."

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 3)

By: MrCreamJeans & Ryan Michaels
Tuesday couldn't come fast enough for either boy. Kenny had called the J.O.C.K. meeting for the morning break – right after second period, when Kenny and Jon shared a class. Kenny had something special planned for Jon.

Social Studies, as usual, was a crashing bore. The teacher droned on and on about different forms of government while most of the class tried to stay awake. Jon and Kenny were definitely up – in more ways than one. Kenny had hoped that he'd be able to watch Jon doing it in class this time. But while Jon's seat was just in the next row, it was two behind Kenny's, so Kenny couldn't really check out the action without calling attention to his friend.

But that was ok today, because Kenny was out to give Jon an extra turn-on. As they sat in class, with each boy steadily fingering his boner through his pocket, Kenny tried to time his surprise for maximum effect. He decided to cum quickly, at least ten minutes before the end of class. And, of course, he positioned himself so Jon would see the wet spot forming.

After jacking most of the period, with twelve minutes to go, Kenny quietly began releasing his cum into his pants. He didn't bother sitting up the way he did the last two times. He just remained slouched in his seat, his hand deep in his pocket, with his squirting boner poking straight up into the fabric of his loosest, baggiest jeans. The stain was shiny and very, very obvious. He was sure Jon could see it very clearly.

Suddenly, Kenny sat up and leaned over, resting his elbows on his desk. He had worn a shorter-than-usual t-shirt over his baggy pants. When he leaned forward like that, several inches of his boxers were exposed in the back – right where Jon could see them. He was sure Jon would notice.

Jon noticed all right. He had been on the verge of orgasm as he watched the hot cum soaking through Kenny's jeans. But when he saw Kenny's boxers showing, that took him way over the edge. What Kenny didn't know, though, was that Jon was wearing Kenny's cum-stained boxers! Poor Jon was so intensely turned on by seeing Kenny cum, and then feeling his own juice soaking into the same boxers Kenny squirted in, he couldn't control his orgasm the way he usually could.

Kenny heard a small grunt, followed by a cough, and he knew Jon was totally getting off in the next row. It was everything he could do not to turn around and look.

Jon's gaze was riveted on his buddy's boxer display as spurt after spurt of his creamy load literally filled Kenny's soft, old boxers. He was having trouble keeping his hips from thrusting with each wad. He finally sat up and took his hand out of his pocket, but his balls weren't going to stop until they had completely emptied themselves inside his pants.

After about a minute Kenny thought he heard Jon breathing again, so he risked turning around and looking. Even with Jon sitting Kenny could tell it had been a massive orgasm. He looked into Jon's face and grinned. Jon just shook his head slowly.

When the bell rang, both boys stood up and clutched their books to their laps. When they were out in the hall, Kenny said, "Well?"

Jon feigned anger. "You did that on purpose, leaned forward and showed off your boxers to me."

Kenny couldn't help giggling. "Yup, I thought you'd like that."

"Well, the joke's on you, dude," Jon said. He pulled his books away just enough for Kenny to see the really big wet spot, and then he pulled his t-shirt up so Kenny could see that the mess of cum was in Kenny's own shorts!

"Fuck! You jizzed my boxers," Kenny said, sounding incredulous.

Before Jon could respond they had turned the corner to see the J.O.C.K group. Jon dropped his t-shirt and put his books back in front of him. As they approached they were seen by some of the other guys, and the guys parted their protective circle and Kenny and Jon saw Rod, the usual winner of the wet spot contest – and he was jacking off through his pants! This meant that Rod had been unable to get off in his last class and was being forced to do it in front of the group.

"Whoa," Jon said. "Let's check this out." He began walking quickly toward the group. Kenny followed.

They arrived just in time to hear someone say, "There it goes!" And with that, Rod was ejaculating in his pants, to full view of all the guys.

Rod looked up and the first thing he saw was Jon and Kenny staring at the front of his pants. Summoning his will power, he released his cock and did his best to stand up straight. But his rigid cock was still spilling his milky load inside his pants, and powerful contractions kept him from standing straight for long. He squeezed his legs together like a five-year-old who had to pee, but nothing could stop the flow. Wet streamers appeared down his leg, the final embarrassment for a J.O.C.K. member.

Laughter and taunts erupted from the rest of the guys. Rod looked down at his pants to see a collection of wet blobs and streamers, not the usual big cum stain he usually made. He definitely wasn't going to win this week.

Kenny scanned the rest of the guys looking for exceptional wet spots. There were a few that approached his own, but none even close to Jon's. "Guys," he said. "Take a look at this week's winner." He then gestured to Jon, who moved his books out of the way. Somebody whistled, but most of them stood in stunned silence.

"No way," someone said. "He must've spilled some water on it or something!"

"Nope," Kenny said. "I can vouch for him. He did this in Social Studies class."

"He must've been freeballing then!"

Jon just smiled and lifted the bottom of his t-shirt. A quick moment of anxiety flashed across both Jon's and Kenny's face when they realized that Jon was exposing the very same shorts that Kenny creamed last week! Jon quickly dropped his shirt hoping nobody noticed.

"Jon's the winner," someone proclaimed. A round of "all rights" and "way-to-go's" followed.

But one guy in the group did notice that Jon was wearing Kenny's shorts. It was Rod. After everyone compared spots and Jon set the meeting for next week (after second period, of course), the group split up. Jon and Kenny went their separate ways, but Rod followed Kenny.

Friday, December 6, 2013

All Male True Experience: Massaging a Stiff Muscle

By: Unknown Author
I have been doing therapeutic massage for years and have enjoyed many of the men on my table, but that is a different story. Not long ago I was asked to take over my friend's Sunday beach market massage tent while he went on holiday, and I agreed to help him out.

Business was slow, leaving me pretty bored the first two days. That all changed on the third day, though. A guy in jeans and a tee came up with his girlfriend and asked about the price of a massage. I told him the fee varies depending on the type of massage he wanted. He said his leg muscles were very sore from beach volleyball and he just wanted them worked on. I told him the price and he decided to have the massage. His girlfriend said she would check out some of the beach stands while he did so.

I led him into the tent, which was completely private, and told him to take off his jeans and sit up on the table. I was a bit disappointed that he only wanted a leg massage, because he was a real hunk and I wanted to see him completely naked. However, I still got a good show, because when he took his jeans off the bulge in those briefs was very nice.

I knelt down in front of him, his crotch at eye level, and began the massage at his ankles all the while watching that delicious bulge. His legs were nicely tanned with a light covering of hair, just the way I like it.

As I got further up his thighs that bulge in his briefs appeared to be getting bigger. At first I thought it was wishful thinking but it wasn't. I kept my eye on his ever expanding bulge and soon enough he was hard. Now, lots of guys get erect when they get a massage and it doesn't necessarily mean that they are gay or even bi and I wasn't quite sure what to make of this situation, so I just kept on massaging his legs and enjoyed the show.

All Male Fiction: All You Need to Know

By: Tommyhawk1

I got back to my room, my face bright red, my shame complete. What kind of girl goes with you to a make-out party and doesn't want to make out? God, I'd struck out... again!

It sucks being me! Honest! My father was a corporate executive, and we moved around so much I never finished a single grade in school in the same place I'd started it. My test scores had been shuffled around so much that I'd lost so many credits, and now I was a year late graduating. And worst of all, I was a nineteen year old virgin!

I'd always been shy around strangers, and doubly so around girls when I hit puberty. It was so much easier to just go home and watch television and pretend I was someone else, someone cool; someone with a life!

Now I was in college, on my own, and ready to live the kind of life I'd never had.

And I knew zilch about girls. Nada, zip, nothing.

I was trying. And God, how I was striking out! I was getting a reputation in college, alright! And boy, was it a lousy one! I was the guy that the girls looked at and giggled to each other about. I was the guy who had fallen into the fountain when I tried to put my arm around one girl and she shrugged it off, I was the guy who had actually tried to sing to a girl in a park. I'd thought we were alone... but we weren't. I was the guy who... ah, to hell with it.

Now I had another embarrassment to my credit. The girl had wanted to go to the party and accepted my invitation. When we got there she sent me after a cola, and when I got back another guy was in my seat, and she was kissing him. I handed her the cola and got the fuck out of there.

And now, here I was, back in my room again, ashamed and alone. Jesus, what was I going to do?

I reached under the bed and pulled out the book I had bought. It was about relationships, what women want, how to communicate, and such. I couldn't figure girls out on my own, so I was trying to read up on them. But this book was leaving out so much! How do you know when a girl is interested? How can you know when to reach in for a kiss... and when you'd better settle for holding her hand, or just sitting there without touching? The book fucking assumed you knew! And I didn't!

"Hey, Mark, you're here," my roommate said as he walked in, and I shut the book and threw my pillow over it, like it had been a porno novel or something.

"Hi, Andy," I said.

"I thought you had a date?" Andy said as he bounced down onto the other bed.

I sat up, sheepishly smiling. As much as anyone ever had been, Andy was my friend. I'd only known him for a few short months, but it's a sign of my life that he was the longest friendship I'd ever had. "I thought I had a date, too," I admitted. "But I was wrong."

"What happened?"

"I was just her ticket there," I said. "The moment my back was turned another guy had her."

"Damn, that sucks," Andy said. "So you came back for a bit of inspirational reading," he said, implying that he thought I had been looking at porn.

I realized too late what Andy was doing, which was to reach under my pillow and pull out my book. I made a grab for it, but it was too late. He had it in his hand and was looking at the page, which was, unfortunately, nothing that could possibly be confused with a porn novel.

"Man, what is this?" Andy asked.

"I was trying to figure out how girls tick," I confessed. "I mean, how do you know when a girl is really interested in you?"

"This book isn't going to do that," Andy pointed out unhelpfully.

"I know that... now," I said. "It's just... we moved so much when I was young, I didn't have any of the chances to figure girls out little by little, like you did. I mean, people don't act the same in France as they do in Germany and they act even more different in Hong Kong. I don't know shit about girls. Okay, I said it! I suck at dating!"

"Hey, Mark, don't sweat it," Andy said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You can't know what you don't know. Hell, that's what college is for, learning the stuff you didn't learn in high school."

"Thanks a lot," I said. "Which course teaches me how to know if a girl is interested in me?"

"Why that's Girls 101, of course," Andy teased. "All you need to know about how to make it with a girl."

"Cut it out."

But he continued, "Taught ably by one of the best professors, a Mr. Andrew Reinhardt."

That was Andy's name, so I turned and said, "Really?"

"Sure," Andy said. "Why not? I had to learn some stuff from my older sister. How to put my arm around a girl so she won't throw it off and such. I can show you some of that stuff, get you started off right."

"Well... great," I said. "God knows I need all the help I can get!"

"Class is now in session," Andy intoned. He plopped onto the bed next to me and said, "Now, you be the girl and I'll be the guy putting the make on you… the right way. Got it?"

"I got it," I said eagerly.

"Now the first thing a guy does is put his arm around the girl like this," he said wrapping his arm around me. "He doesn't grab her tits right away, he just puts his arm around her to start."

"Okay, got it," I said. Andy's arm felt kind of good there on my shoulders, but I didn't say that out loud.

"And if the girl is interested, she leans in and snuggles up some," Andy went on. "Go ahead," he said.

"Go ahead, what?"

"Snuggle into me."

 "Um, okay," I said and then fit myself so my neck was in his armpit and my cheek was resting partially on his chest. "Like this?"

"Yeah, like that, that's how she'll signal it," Andy replied.

"Signal what?"

"That she's interested stupid! If she wasn't, she wouldn't lean into you. So now that you know she's into you, you can try for a kiss."

"Yeah?" I said pulling away from him and lifting my head up.

"Yeah, but you gotta start off easy and see how far she goes."

"I don't get it," I frowned.

"Let me show you," Andy said and then started moving his face towards mine.

"Dude… what are you doing?" I said leaning back.

"I'm gonna show you how to kiss a girl once you know she wants you to."

"You're gonna kiss, me? But you're a guy," I protested.

"You ever kissed a girl before?"

"Well, no, but I've seen people kiss, it doesn't look that hard. You just put your lips together and, well, kiss."

Andy laughed. "Dude, there's so much more to kissing than that. And, you can't really explain how to do it, you gotta show someone how it's done."

"But…" I started.

"Hey, most guys learn from their buddies," Andy said. "I would have been too scared to approach a girl, like you are, if my buddy hadn't taught me what to do first, and this is how he taught me. And, look at me now. I've kissed lots of girls and I've had sex with lots of girls, too… what have you done with girls? That's right, nothing!" he said before letting me say anything. "Nineteen and a virgin, never even kissed a girl. So, you want to change all of that?"

I nodded and Andy began to lean into me again. "Wait!" I said pulling away again. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

"Dude," Andy laughed. "Do you honestly think I'm gonna go around and tell all my buddies I made out with another guy? Don't worry, this will be our secret, I promise."

I took a deep breath in. "Okay… show me what to do."

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Straight Fiction: Black Friday

By: Unknown Author
"Oh, my God!" I said when I saw the parking lot around the department store. "This place is going to be packed."

"Of course it's going to be packed!" Mom said with some exasperation. "Moxie's is having a buy one get one half price sale! God, I just hope that they haven't sold out of Juniper Galens yet!"

I would have asked who Juniper Galen was, but I really didn't care. Getting dragged by your Mom down to a department store the day after Thanksgiving is a real bitch! But she'd been busted and had her driver's license revoked for D.U.I. (Translation, she'd had a few drinks and then tried to drive home that way instead of calling a cab), and now she was stuck with pestering the rest of the family when she wanted to go somewhere. And she'd made it clear that if one of us wouldn't drive her she'd drive herself, without a license! That made Dad and my younger brother her de facto chauffeurs. Me, I was in college and mostly out of the loop, thank God, but I'd come home for the holiday and Mom had immediately laid the burden gratefully on my doorstep.

We found a spot after about five minutes of circling the parking lot, and I pulled in and killed the motor. As Mom grabbed for the door handle, I said, "How long are you going to be?"

"You're not going to sit out here, are you?" she asked.

"The thought had crossed my mind." I may have been a girly-girl in most ways, but unlike most women, I hated to shop. No, I preferred to go out with a purpose, know what I needed, go to the store, get it, and get out. Not Mom, she was a true shop-a-holic.

"God, Monica, come on, live a little for a couple of hours!" she said. "You can get some great deals, maybe even get some Christmas shopping done, too!"

"So you're just going to be a couple of hours?" I asked, hopefully, but still with a groan.

"You don't think I'm going to leave until I've looked at everything they've got, do you? I mean, it is a once-a-year sale."

God, this was not just an errand, this was going to screw up my entire afternoon!

"Come in and get yourself some new clothes."

"I don't need any new clothes," I grumbled.

"What woman doesn't want new clothes? You can at least come in and see, can't you? Moxie's says that they have something for everyone!"

I just sat there and scrunched up my face.

"Ok, if you want to wait out here, fine, only don't expect me to hurry just because you are out here waiting for me."

"Okay, okay," I grumped, "I'll go in."

Inside was pandemonium, and Mom soon disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to fend for myself. The inside of the store was practically wall-to-wall women, pushing past each other, holding clothes up to themselves and asking each other how they looked. There was a line at the dressing rooms and a cacophony of sound. There was a tone to their voices that was piercing in a way that had nothing to do with their decibel-level. I could just imagine that dogs must be howling for miles around from that sound, while I just felt itchy and wincing from it. The few men around were equally uncomfortable-looking, surrounded by waves of estrogen-driven sales and discounts and returns and layaways.

I found the store directory. Shit, Moxie's was just a clothing and housewares store! I was hoping they'd at least have an electronics department so I could pick out a new laptop for my Christmas list, maybe buy a few DVD's, too, something to occupy my time and keep me away from the mob that had taken over the women's apparel department.

I decided, since I was there, that I would head to the store's men's department and maybe find something for my Dad for Christmas. Their men's department was one sixth the size of the women's department, maybe less. But I was there and it was the best I could do until Mom got tired of trying on clothes.

The men's department was a surprise to me. I mean, the rest of the store was packed, but this one area was effectively empty. A few forlorn sale signs here and there had a random couple of women at them, but that was all. Apparently their sale didn't extend to men's clothes. I didn't even have the 'buy one get one half price' sale to drive my urge to buy. Shit, Moxie's cost more, more than I was used to spending anyway!

So I was wandering around the clothing racks rather dejectedly, looking at the clothes that I wasn't even thinking of buying. Moxie's did have some unusual shirts, I decided as I looked at one rack. They were almost Hawaiian, but their designs weren't the usual flowers, they were like clippings of old newspapers all pasted together.

I was craning my neck trying to see what they were about, and wham! I ran right into him. Hit him hard, right in the chest, and I bounced back and fell to the floor, flat on my ass, bumping my head as I went on down.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked me.

I looked up at him, for he was practically on top of me, one of his legs between mine as he looked down on me. This gave him a distorted look, like he was all legs and crotch and only a bit of upper body, his head attached at an angle atop it. This good-looking black man was like a god that had taken human form, standing over me, towering up to the sky.

"Are you all right?" he asked me again.

"Yeah," I said. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

He extended his hand down, offering to help me up. I took the hand and he heaved, and I was lifted by the raw force of this man, and he was strong! That was the first impression I had of him, and then I had my second impression of him when I got back perpendicular. That was when I hit that body of his.

See, he had gotten too close to me, and when I stood up my feet were still in between his and my entire body length impacted his. My right knee hit his shin, my chest hit his sternum as his chest struck my neck (he was a few inches taller than me) and my lower stomach found his crotch nuzzling into it, while my own rested on his upper thigh.

"You should be more careful," he said to me. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm all right," I said. And my voice came out small, for he embodied everything that made up a man. In this estrogen-soaked environment he was total testosterone, raking my body, pouring over me.  I wet my lips as I had these thoughts and feelings, and he smiled.

"You're more than all right," he said, flashing me a sexy grin.

I didn't have to ask what he meant by that, I knew, and I just stood there like a fool, staring into his eyes, and a feeling came over my entire body. Without even really thinking about it, I put my arms around him and my mouth to his and kissed him, right there, in the middle of the men's department!

When I pulled away, he didn't act shocked. Instead he was smiling and I could feel the newly formed hardness of his crotch pressing into me. I didn't normally hook up with random strangers, but I wanted him. I let him know this by reaching my hand down and rubbing his hard-on through his pants. He looked around and simply said, "Over there," indicating the dressing rooms.

I hadn't expected to do it right there in the department store, but still I followed behind him when he headed that way.

Friday, November 29, 2013

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 2)

By: MrCreamJeans & Ryan Michaels
Kenny and Jon started spending a lot of time together at school ever since Jon introduced Kenny to the guys in the J.O.C.K. club. So it was only natural that they became friends and started hanging out on the weekend. It was the Saturday just after Kenny won his first wet spot contest when Jon came over to his house.

When he greeted Jon at the door, Kenny felt a little tingle in his crotch, and his eyes automatically went to the front of his friend's jeans to see if anything unusual was going on. He paused for just a moment, wondering what that meant. Kenny was pretty sure he wasn't gay, so what did it mean that he was checking out another guy? He dismissed the thought pretty quickly, though. Jon was a tall, skinny kid, with average looks, and a little geeky, too. But he was good company, and he was the horniest guy Kenny had ever met!

"Hey, Kenny, what's up?" Jon asked as he came in the door. "Nice place."

"Thanks. Not a whole lot. Let's go up to my room."

The boys bounded up the stairs, and as they entered the room, Jon eyed the posters on the wall, the laptop computer, and the rest of Kenny's stuff, and pronounced, "Cool."

One thing Kenny found out about his friend is that Jon couldn't keep the conversation away from sex for more than a couple of minutes at a time. "So, you been saving up for Tuesday?" he asked.

Kenny knew he meant saving his cum-load for the Tuesday meeting of the J.O.C.K. club. "Nah, I've whacked off twice since the last meeting," he confessed.

"Yeah, me too," Jon replied. "Oh man, I couldn't believe the look on Rod's face when he saw that spot you made last Wednesday. That was awesome!"

Kenny smiled. "Yeah, I really creamed 'em good, didn't I?"

"And through your boxers, too!" Jon said enthusiastically. "Shit! Rod's got to freeball to get a wet spot that big."

"Well, the boxers I wore were pretty old and the fabric is kinda thin, you know?"

"Oh yeah? Lemme see," Jon said.

This took Kenny by surprise. No guy (or girl, for that matter) had ever asked to see his underwear. "I don't know, man..."

"Aw c'mon, Kenny, you can show me," he cajoled.

Kenny stood up, thinking, what the fuck, why not? But as he moved toward his dresser, he remembered that those shorts hadn't been washed yet. He stopped in his tracks. "Nah, you don't want to see those," he said.

"C'mon man! Just let me see them," Jon insisted.

Kenny shrugged his shoulders and went to his closet, fishing the cum-stained underwear out of the basket. "Ok, man. You wanted to see them," he said as he handed them over.

"Cool," Jon said as he examined the shorts. They had a patterned print and they were obviously well-worn. Jon could see the traces of Kenny's huge ejaculation, and he felt the stiffness along the whole left side of the fly.

Then Kenny saw movement in Jon's crotch, and when he glanced at it he could clearly make out the outline of a boner! For a moment, he didn't know quite how to react – here was his new buddy getting hard from handling his cum-stained shorts. He decided to make a joke out of it.

"Looks like you really like my shorts," Kenny said, staring openly at Jon's crotch. "Maybe you should take them home with you." Then he started to laugh.

Jon's reaction surprised Kenny even more. His eyes opened wide and he said, "Wow, could I? That'd be awesome!"

Kenny just sat down. "I was kidding man! You really get turned on by my shorts?"

Jon blushed. "Well, you know..." he started, looking down at his feet. Then there was an awkward silence. Slowly, Jon handed the bunched-up shorts to their owner.

Kenny took the shorts and put them down on the bed. "Hey man, I didn't want to make you feel bad. I've just never heard of anything like that, you know?"

Jon just opened up. "Well, it's just that I thought it was so cool that a cool dude like you would jerk off in his pants in class, and when I was watching you I came so fast, and when you walked up to the meeting on Wednesday with no books and this huge cum spot, and then you showed everyone your boxers and everything... it was just totally hot, dude."

Kenny really didn't know what to say. He finally looked at Jon and said, "I'm not gay or anything, man."

"Oh, no, dude! I never thought you were," Jon replied.

"What about you?" Kenny asked quietly.

"I dunno, man. It's like, I think about girls a lot, but I also think about the guys in the J.O.C.K. club. I mean, all those dudes creaming in their pants, showing their wet spots, talking about jacking off all the time, you know? It's like a guy's gotta get a boner thinking about that kind of stuff… doesn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Kenny agreed.

"Hey, you got any porn?" Jon asked hopefully.

"Sure, who doesn't," Kenny said without thinking as he stood up and then remembered that his friend had a boner.

Rubbing one out in class by himself wasn't quite the same as rubbing one out while sitting right next to another dude, one who was doing the same thing, one who had just admitted that he might be turned on by guys. But it was too late now, he had already made his way over to the laptop sitting on his desk with Jon following right behind him.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Straight True Experience: Swingers Surprise

By: Unknown Author
My wife and I belong to a Swingers Club. We have been doing that type of thing for years now. A few years ago we met another couple at the club, Don and Sherry, and became good friends, hanging out and also having foursomes outside of our Club activities.

Over time, Don and I had discussed a certain idea, an idea that was to be sort of a surprise or treat for our wives. One day recently, Don and I mutually agreed that we should stop just talking about it and actually put our plan into swing… no pun intended.

The four of us had plans to go to dinner together on the upcoming Friday night, and then return to our condo to do some spouse swapping. We decided that would be the night we'd arrange to give our wives their treat.

So, on Friday night we went to dinner as planned, and as we stepped out of the elevator to make our way down the hall to our condo, we told the wives we had a surprise for them. They, of course, responded with the natural reaction of wanting to know what the surprise was, and we in turn responded with the standard, "If we told you it wouldn't be a surprise," and then told them they'd find out in just a few moments.

By this time we had arrived outside the door to our condo, and after I unlocked and opened the door I stood to the side to let my wife and Sherry enter first. As they stepped in, their curiosity-driven questions and giggles were immediately replaced with dropped jaws, for sprawled out on the furniture in the living room were four black studs waiting for us… for them!

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

All Male True Experience: Cruising The Cuff

By: Unknown Author
When this experience took place, I hadn't been out to the bars, or anywhere socially, for over a month. So when my buddy Ed came over and pounded on the door of my apartment, it didn't take him long to convince me that I should give the books a rest, at least for one night. I'd been studying for my Masters Degree for so long that I was beginning to feel like a walking encyclopedia… it was definitely time to get back out in the world again.

Ed took me downtown to The Cuff, a gay bar, which, at that time, was new and had just opened. I'd heard the cruising there was hot, so naturally I was interested. It was packed when we arrived, and Ed bought me a beer, and then left me on my own. I made the circuit, checking out the guys, and then settled down near the pool tables to watch the action.

The main action that caught my eye was in the form of a hot redhead. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, and had curly, copper-colored hair, piercing blue eyes, a solid build, and a gorgeous little ass that twitched and flexed every time he moved.

He looked like he was all business, at least when he was playing pool. He had a little scowl on his handsome face, his full lips pressed into a determined line. He also appeared to be a little aloof, basically ignoring the heavy cruising of several of the men who were watching him play the game. One dude even grabbed his hot little butt, and I thought for a minute that the redhead was gonna force-feed the jerk his pool cue. The guy who'd done the grabbing was twice the redhead's size, but the feisty little bastard stood his ground and the guy backed off like a whipped dog.

I'm the shy type, so I wasn't likely to grab any ass unless I received an invitation first. Still, the redhead was the best show in the bar, and I figured I could at least look. Well, I was looking hard, getting off on the way the hairs on the guy's forearms gleamed like fine copper wires, and the little satisfied smile that would flicker across his face when he sank a difficult shot.

I was staring at him when the dude looked over from across the table and locked eyes with me. Instead of the scowl he'd been handing out to everyone else, he stared intently, and then winked at me. Well, that made me feel really good, putting a warm glow in the pit of my gut. I smiled back across at him and nodded.

The next time he was up, he walked over to my side of the table and leaned down, putting his tight ass within grabbing distance. Only I didn't grab, because, like I said, that's not my style. I did, however, notice that the seam in the seat of his jeans had a little tear, right down where you'd expect his asshole to be lurking, just out of sight.

Instead of walking back around the table when he finished the shot, he came over and stood right next to me. This was too good to pass up, so I nodded and said hello to him. "You're really good at this," I added, unable to think of anything more original.

"I'm even better at other things," he retorted, looking at me and winking again. That remark started putting a bone in my meat! It didn't take much imagination to figure he was telling the truth. "The name's Russ," he said offering his hand.

"Derek," I replied.

I continued to watch him play, and he kept coming back and standing beside me when he wasn't pulling off complicated shots at the pool table. It seemed like every time he came back, he stood closer to me, until his hot body was literally pressed against my side. I was sitting on the high bench that ran around the room, and before too long Russ was resting his right hand on my left thigh. This gave me the nerve to let my hand touch his leg, and then he moved in even closer, to the obvious disappointment of half the men around the room.

After Russ had successfully met every challenger, he put away his cue, bought me a beer and sat on the bench beside me. We talked a little, then got to kissing, long, slow, tongue-twisting kisses that left me panting and ready to pin him to the wall. He must have read my mind, because he whispered in my ear and asked me to follow him. Believe me, I trotted right along behind him.

Friday, November 22, 2013

All Male Fiction: RV Rocking

By: Unknown Author
It was not my intention to go looking for cock. My periodic camping trips have traditionally been nothing more than a much-needed respite from the stresses of my job.

There's one particular state park that I like to go for long weekends. It's heavily wooded, blissfully serene, and has not yet been "discovered" by the weekend campers. Pulling my RV into the park, I selected a beautifully secluded site.

It was already a long weekend, but I had made it even longer by calling in sick a day early so that I could have four complete days in the woods to hike, rest, read, commune with nature, and practice my campsite culinary skills. I'd been looking forward to the weekend for a long time.

Work deadlines and job stresses were obliterated from my mind as I set up camp. I'd hooked up the generator to my RV and gathered jugs of water from a nearby natural spring all by about noon on Thursday, and then went for a long, leisurely walk through the dense woods, savoring the nature smells that were so refreshingly different from the city smog. By the time I got back to my RV, other campers were beginning to roll into the park.

Thankfully no one had parked their RV's too close to where I was, so I was still isolated, and I took off my shirt and sat in the camp chair in only my shorts, reading a novel I bought three weeks earlier but had not had the time to start. It was an idyllic setting with the birds chirping and a nearby stream flowing. The weather was phenomenal, and I felt like a new man, no longer stressed or feeling hunted or harried.

Midway through the second chapter of my book, I saw another RV pull into a spot near to me. The young man who drove it was alone, as I was. My eyes kept wandering from my book to my new neighbor, cursing him for invading my private spot, but, even so, I couldn't help but notice that he was indeed a hot looking guy. I judged him to be in his early twenties. He had semi-long blond hair and a muscular physique. He was exactly the type of guy I'd try to hit on if we were in a gay bar. But we were not in a gay bar, so I cooled my simmering libido and tried to focus on my novel.

I wasn't much good at shutting out the delightful distraction of my new neighbor, though, especially when he peeled off his shirt to reveal a v-shaped torso with wonderfully rippling muscles. He had a pair of exquisite buns stuffed tightly into a pair of ultra-short silk jogging shorts. They were so short that the bottoms of those buns were provocatively exposed, making me wonder if he was wearing underwear.

I found myself fantasizing about him, wondering if he had a big cock or not, wondering if he was gay. And the more I fantasized, the more I became aware of the swelling in my cock and of the fact that I hadn't been with another man in nearly a month. My book no longer could hold my interest. It didn't have the fascination for me that my new neighbor did.

I set the book aside and watched him move. He had a certain grace and agility that turned me on. So, soon, I decided to be neighborly and go over and pay a visit to that young stud, trying to subtly discern if he might be gay, and if he'd be available for a long weekend of fun.

Trent was twenty-six, an accountant, and lived just a few miles away from me. And before long, he was talking about how lonely he had become since his lover, Ashley, had moved out two months ago.

My hopes were high, but I was also cautious. After all, one of my female friends was named Ashley, it was a unisex name. So, I casually mentioned the name of an obscure gay bar. My heart fluttered when Trent smiled, nodded his head, and said, "I haven't been there for a long time. That's where I met Ashley, in fact."

Bingo! Trent was gay, and available. He was also quite convenient.

It took damn little coaxing to get Trent out of those skimpy jogging shorts. Just as I had figured, he wore no underwear underneath. The hunky-looking man stood totally naked in the great outdoors, and, just as I had hoped, his cock was a fucking whopper!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

All Male True Experience: Cold Snap

By: Unknown Author
I’d been cruising the same piece of earth day-in day-out for five years or more, and thought I’d come to know every face and nearly every cock and ass that walked along the pathways.

A cold snap in the midst of April, bringing with it a cold wind, has kept the usual crowd away. I appear to be the only one there at this time.

No sooner do I pass the first picnic area, when I spot another. Eyes meet, and then I take a detour onto a pathway that cuts through the brush.

Soon hearing the crunch to my back, I continue weaving toward the tree-lined bank. Eyeing each other’s movements, we dance around the pathways a short time, and then come face-to-face.

He turns, nervous-like… looks around… ensures his crotch brushes against my hand… whispers he is bi-curious… never been with a man before.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 1)

By: MrCreamJeans
Kenny couldn't believe he was about to get away with it. He was on the verge of shooting off in his pants during social studies class! He had been steadily rubbing his cock through his pocket, all the while checking to see if anybody noticed his subtle movement. Now he could feel the cum starting to leave his balls.

It had bee
n a difficult morning for Kenny. His family had gone on a camping trip over the weekend, which was fun and everything, but it meant that he had to share a tent with his younger sister, so he never had any privacy to jack off (which he usually did every day). When they all got home and unpacked, he was too tired to play with himself. Then he woke up late for school and didn't have time to do it in the morning. So now, in second period social studies, his cock, which had been hard most of the morning, was demanding the kind of attention it had become so accustomed to.

When he first shoved his hand in his pocket, Kenny figured he'd just rub it a little and then try to concentrate on his studies. But it felt so good, he just kept going. He used a very short stroke so as not to arouse suspicion, and he figured that such a small amount of friction wouldn't be enough to take him over the edge. He really didn't want to make a wet spot on his faded blue jeans, because he knew it would be real obvious.

But now his reservations were giving way to sort of a giddy sense of doing something so taboo and not getting caught. Not only was he going to ejaculate in his underwear, but he was doing it in class! He straightened up in his seat a little in preparation for the explosion that was now inevitable. He was sure his face was quite red, and he tried to keep his breathing under control as his boner released the first spurt of cum in his shorts.

Moving only his eyes, he scanned to see if the students on either side of him had any idea what was going on. More spurts of hot cream gushed out, and he could feel the slippery goo coating his cock and soaking through the fabric of his pocket. He was slightly alarmed when it occurred to him that he was probably making a good-size wet spot on his jeans.

Forgetting to be non-chalant, he looked down into his lap and saw the dark stain spreading quickly. His cock was standing almost straight up, through his pocket. He struggled a little with his still-ejaculating cock to point it more towards his belly, and a new, smaller spot appeared at the new location.

Now his orgasm was fading, and he allowed himself to breathe again. His heart was pounding. Another quick check of his classmates confirmed that no one had seen him. The anxiety of thinking about his wet spot gave way to a return of the exhilaration of getting away with it all. He had trouble not giggling out loud.

The bell rang signaling the end of class and the beginning of morning break, and Kenny stood up with his notebook carefully positioned to cover the tell-tale stain. He figured he'd go to the boys' room and clean up.

"Hey Kenny, wait up," he heard from behind him. It was Jon, a classmate he didn't know too well. When he caught up to Kenny, Jon said, in a low voice, "I saw what you did in there."

Kenny's eyes grew wide and he blushed furiously. "I... I... Oh, geez. Don't tell anyone, ok?"

Jon smiled. "Don't worry about it. I got something to show you," he said. It was then that Kenny noticed that Jon held his notebook in the same place. Jon pulled back his notebook just enough to let Kenny see.

"Wow! You shot off, too!" Kenny said in an awe-struck whispered voice.

"Yup, and I'm not the only one. You gotta join our club, man. Come on," Jon said as he began striding toward the back of the school.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

All Male Fiction: Night Visions (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels
Read Part 1

Ryan and Sean were watching the laptop screen intently as Chad and the woman he'd brought home kissed, tongues intertwining, hands roaming.

"Nice!" Sean said as Chad's hands started feeling up the woman's breasts through her shirt. "I can't wait to get a look at her tits!"

"Me too," Ryan concurred, although, what he wanted to see even more was Chad's hard cock, even though he had seen it a few times already. But this time he was going to see it getting sucked, see it sliding in and out of a pussy.

Removing his hands, Chad pulled the woman's shirt over her head. His face immediately began to nuzzle her cleavage as he reached behind to unhook her bra. Once he accomplished this, he removed his face from her chest and removed her bra, then dove back in and began to lick and chew on her nipples, fondling her mounds of flesh as he did so.

"Oh, fuck, that's hot. I wish it was my face buried in those titties," Sean sighed.

Ryan moved his eyes to the side and could see that his best friend had a hard-on. Ryan had one too, but unlike him, Sean didn't even notice, his eyes glued to the screen.

After a few minutes, Chad stopped working her tits and reached for the button of her pants. Once he had it open he helped her out of them and then maneuvered her to sit on the end of his bed. She fell back onto her elbows as he lifted her legs. Grasping her panties, he slid them down and off. As Chad moved slightly to toss them to the floor, the woman's pussy was exposed to the camera lens for a few brief moments.

"Fuck yeah!" Sean said excitedly. "Look at that fuckin' pussy! Shaved, just the way I like it!"

Chad then got on his knees and put his face between her legs. Although he had never done it, the idea of eating pussy never appealed to Ryan, but for some reason he got really turned on watching other men do it. It was one of his favorite things to watch in straight porn. However, with the position of the couple on the bed in relation to the camera, all that could be seen was the back of Chad's head.

"Fuck! Can't see anything!" Sean cursed.

"It's still hot, though," Ryan said.

"I guess," Sean said. His disappointment was evident. "But it would be even hotter to actually see him licking her snatch."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. But, even though he couldn't see Chad's tongue licking the woman's pussy, just seeing his head between her legs moving around, knowing what he was doing was enough to get his own dick juices flowing.

Sean's excited anticipation returned when Chad stood up and started to undo his pants. "Alright! Now we're gonna see some action!"

As Chad's underwear came down, Ryan's eyes focused in on his hot ass. As the girl sat up and Chad took a step closer to the end of the bed, Ryan groaned unintentionally when Chad's legs spread slightly and he could see his big, low-hanging balls dangling from behind.

Thankfully, Sean didn't catch on to the real reason behind Ryan's groan. "Yeah, I know buddy, I can't wait to see this hot babe sucking some cock either." And then, as the woman's head moved forward and took Chad's cock into her mouth, Sean groaned as, once again, the two horny teens couldn't see anything. "Fuck! This sucks! You should have put the camera in a better spot!"

"That was the only place I could put it!" Ryan replied. "He has a dresser on the wall across from the bed, and there is a clock radio sitting on it. It's black, like the camera, and has these little hollow indentations on the front right below the speakers. I put the camera in one of them where it would blend in and not be seen," he explained.

"Yeah, but in the meantime all we're seeing is some dude's ass! Not exactly what I want to be looking at."

"Don't worry, once they start to fuck they'll get on the bed and we'll be able to see everything!"

"We'd better," Sean pouted.

Despite his statement to the contrary, Ryan noticed that Sean continued to look at the screen displaying only Chad's naked butt, and he also noticed that Sean's hard-on had not gone down even a little bit.

"Ok, now it's gonna get good!" Ryan said as the woman pulled her face back, scooted back on the bed and put her head on the pillow, rubbing her clit as Chad started to remove his shirt, which was the last piece of clothing he still had on.

"Yeah, play with that clit!" Sean said and casually, probably unconsciously, gave his crotch a quick squeeze.

And then… the screen went dark.

"What the fuck!" Sean exclaimed. "What the hell happened?"

Ryan knew what had happened and told his friend the bad news. "I think when Chad tossed his shirt over his shoulder it landed on the dresser, in front of the clock radio."

"Shit!" cried Sean.

"Well, at least we got to see a naked woman," Ryan said trying to put a positive spin on the disappointing situation.

"Big deal, not like we've never seen a naked woman before," Sean said.

Sean didn't know his best friend was a virgin, or that until that very night Ryan had never seen a woman naked before outside of porn. "Yeah," Ryan played along. "But don't forget, Chad is always bringing women home. The shirt landing on the cam was just a fluke. We'll get plenty more chances to see him banging some chick, maybe even tomorrow night."

"Fat lot of good that does me now, though," Sean pouted some more. "Got all worked up for nothin'!"

Ryan wanted to say something about them both being 'worked up' and maybe suggest they watch porn and take care of things, together, but he didn't have the nerve, and so, with the possibility of seeing anything on the cam gone, the two boys went back out to the living room to finish watching their movie.


When the movie was over, both boys were tired and more than ready for some sleep. Even though Ryan had a queen size bed in his bedroom, there was no way two teenage boys would willingly sleep together in the same bed, at least not when one of them was straight. Although Ryan wouldn't have minded in the least, the mere suggestion of such an idea was out of the question. So, Sean would be sleeping on the couch.

After getting Sean a pillow and some blankets, Ryan went off to his bedroom, happy to finally be alone so he could take care of his cock. He was undressed and in his bed in a flash, hand immediately grasping his dick. With his eyes closed, he pictured Chad's head between that woman's legs, moving about. His cock got hard really fast.

Just as he began a nice rhythm, he realized that he had to pee. Ryan didn't like to jerk off when he had the urge to piss. That need to pee just somehow took his concentration away from the pleasure he was giving himself. So, he stopped his gentle manipulations, got out of bed and slipped on his underwear, and then headed to the bathroom to relieve his nagging bladder.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he had only taken a few steps when he stopped in his tracks. He thought he had heard something. He stood and listened, and then he heard it again, clear as day. Quiet moans were coming from the living room, and he knew exactly what that meant.

Quietly, he moved to the end of the hallway and peered around the wall. His eyes got wide as he took in the sight of his best friend pumping his hand up and down on his hard cock. The light of the moon filtering in through the sheer curtains that covered the windows illuminated his friend perfectly.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Bisexual Fiction: Intimate Viewing (Part 1)

By: JRob & Ryan Michaels
The day started out innocently enough, just a dreary, overcast Saturday morning helping my best friend Steve and his wife Jessica move.

Steve and Jessica had been married for three years and were moving from a starter home to a larger single family home being built several miles away. Unfortunately, the sale of house number one was completed before house number two was finalized, and they had to temporarily move into an apartment.

It was one of those "friends moving friends" ventures, where a bunch of guys do the heavy lifting and moving, while the girls packed and ensured the beer was cold, and that there was plenty of it.

Needless to say, helping out wasn't first on my to-do list, but it was one of those things that friends do for each other. Plus, it wasn't all that bad. Given the steamy heat, made steamier by the intermittent rain, some of the women were in skimpy outfits, which made for good eye candy, and provided motivation to complete our work fast and stick around to mingle at the barbecue afterward.

Some of the ladies were a bit more revealing than others. Jessica, for instance, wore prim Bermuda shorts and a loose fitting top - boring, but workable given her duties for the day. Others showed a lot of leg, others some ample cleavage.

Over beers, in private among the guys, Steve complained how his sex life was, well, uneventful, as we shared stories about how we didn't get enough sex and all that... well, guy talk.

I remembered sneaking glances at Jessica, and realized that even in her ho-hum outfit she was really quite cute. Her smile lit up a room, to say nothing of her sweet little ass, which would turn on even a blind man. On the few occasions where she'd bent over to lift a box, my eyes had locked onto her form and my mind wandered. For whatever reason, Jessica was the object of my mind's affections. Kristine, Bill's wife, was a knockout brunette, and Margaret, John's girlfriend, was a real red-headed hottie, but it was Jessica who occupied my fantasy mind.

Moving day was work, hard work, and by the end of the day everyone was beat. Nearly everything had been moved to the temporary apartment when Steve asked if I could store some of the filled packing boxes in my basement. Of course I said yes, and those boxes were loaded into my SUV and ended up in my basement next to various storage boxes of my own.

The very next day, I was looking for several books I knew I had on travel in Ireland. After searching high and low I surmised they might be in the basement, and I went downstairs and started sorting through my own boxes. Lo and behold I found the desired tour guides, and I began perusing the books.

After a bit of reading I decided to go upstairs and grab a beer, but as I stood I accidentally tipped over one of Steve and Jessica's storage boxes. I reached over to pick it up, but noticed the top had come undone, and several items had fallen out.

Now, I'm not a snoop, but I couldn't help looking at the big pile of photos that had spilled onto the floor, and I picked them up. The photos consisted of shots from vacations, softball and baseball games, and shots taken around the house.

After I finished looking through the photos I put them back in the box, but curiosity got the best of me. I grabbed the box, took it upstairs with me, got a beer from the fridge, and then sat on the couch and began rummaging through the rest of their stuff.

There were some books, some old and obviously sentimental items, and an empty box of tissues. That got my attention, because it was out of place in the box. Why would anyone pack an empty tissue box away? Picking it up, though, I realized something was inside it.

I reached in through the slot in the plastic where the tissues would normally stick out and pulled out several provocative photos of Jessica in revealing outfits. These were obviously pictures that had been taken with a digital camera and printed out at home. In one shot she was bent over a table, the bottom of her panties showing, while her face was looking over her shoulder toward the camera. An infectious smile on her face, she was obviously teasing the photographer.

There were several more of this variety, but the last photo was the best of the lot, as she not only had a smile, but she had lifted her top, baring her very nice breasts to the camera.

It's funny, but when I realized I was looking at some private shots, I quickly put them back inside the tissue box and began re-packing the storage box. That task only lasted a few seconds - only long enough to realize there was a mini-disc from a camcorder sticking out from under one of the flaps in the bottom of the box. I knew I shouldn't, but I quickly loaded the mini-disc into my DVD player and sat back to see what was on it.

Let me tell you that any thoughts of Jessica being prim and proper were quickly dispelled. And, as for Steve's complaints about his sex life, well, the man was obviously a liar.

The video opened with a title shot, "Samantha's Afternoon Delight". Yet it wasn't 'Samantha' that came into view. On a large four-poster bed was Steve's wife Jessica, lying back on several pillows and reading a book. She was wearing a dark blue baby doll nightie with light blue satin panties. Her lips were bright red, the same shade as her fingers and toenails. She looked adorable, sexy, and a lot different than the wife of my best friend. She appeared to be so sensual, and all she was doing was reading a book.

That scene didn't last long, as soon her eyes opened wide as she read a passage of the book. Eyes glued to the page, she reached down between her legs with her left hand and began caressing the outside of her panties. It didn't take long for a bit of wetness to appear, and soon she slipped her hand inside the satiny briefs. It didn't take a brain surgeon to know she was slowly fingering her pussy.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was my friend's wife performing for the camera - and performing in a very hot manner. Soon, the book was put on the bed stand and Jessica was wiggling out of her underwear, sliding those panties down her thighs and baring a beautiful bald pussy. After leaning back, her hand and one lucky finger began attacking that pussy, and soon her breathing became heavier as she emitted light moans and groans.

"Oh, oh yes," she moaned. "That feels so good."

Jessica fingered herself for several minutes before reaching into the bed stand drawer and removing a long candle, which she proceeded to rub against her pussy. Her eyes were closed as she opened her pussy lips with one hand before slowly sliding the candle up her cunt. She began stroking the candle in and out of her wet pussy, rocking on the bed.

She was obviously hot, very hot, and the camera caught every sensual move. Jessica closed her eyes and moved her ass up and down on the bed as the artificial cock fucked her hole.

The camera moved a bit as the inexperienced operator (Steve, I assumed) watched the writhing woman. He'd zoom in to catch a close-up of the candle inside the pussy, then pan back to reveal Jessica writhing and moaning to the waxy cock's movement.

Seconds later, though, the camera became rock steady, and right after that Jessica opened her eyes and drew back in mock shock.

"Oh no, it's the gardener!" Jessica cried out to nobody in particular. "Go away, go away! Get out of my room!"

What followed was Steve coming into view in work clothes, talking in some sort of strange half-Mexican, half-Chinese accent. "Oh Senorita, what are you doing? Maybe you need some help from a real man?" Steve said. "I have something a lot better than your fingers and that candle."

Jessica drew back, but the candle was still firmly embedded in her wet cunt. The man moved closer, baring his chest. He slowly reached down and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor, then kicking them off his feet.

"Oh please, don't rape me, please, please, no!" pleaded Jessica in a B movie starlet voice. "I'm a virgin."

The man leered at the woman. "Not for very much longer, unless..."

"Unless what?"

The intruder smiled.

"Unless you suck my dick!" Steve said. "What do you say? Your mouth or your pussy, I don't care."

Jessica, as 'Samantha,' looked shocked at the thought of putting her perfect lips on this low life's manhood. Now, it wasn't the best acting job I had ever viewed, but my eyes and ears were locked on each and every word. It was like I was invisible, a spec on the wall with a full view of the action. The film wasn't professional, but it was good. And my friend looked great in it.

"I'm getting my rocks off, American woman, and there's nothing you can do about it! Your choice of where you want this big slab of meat," he said as he took hold of the candle and began to push it in and out of her pussy.

Jessica tried to push the 'gardener's' hand away as she squirmed on the bed, before 'submitting' and saying, "My mouth, you can use my mouth for your foul deed."

I pulled my cock out and began to slowly stroke it as I anticipated watching Jessica give Steve a blowjob.

Down came Steve's briefs and out popped his hard cock. I couldn't believe how hung my best friend was! Jessica's eyes widened at its size, and she began to pull away, but soon Steve was kneeling above her head. He stroked his dick in front of her face, and then lowered down a bit and forcefully pulled Jessica's head to it. Jessica pretended to resist, but after a few threatening words from the 'gardener' she opened her mouth, and then closed it over the head of his cock and began polishing the knob with slow, sensual sucks.

Steve began slowly inserting more of his large cock into his wife's mouth. "Oh Mrs. Smith, you have a great mouth! I can't wait to shoot my hot cum in it," he said. "Oh yes, and I will enjoy watching you swallow it down your lily white rich girl throat."

Jessica pulled her mouth off his cock and cowered back. "No, please! Don't make me do that. Please!"

There was no Academy Award in 'Mrs. Smith's' future, but the acting was as realistic as most pornos I had seen.

"You will swallow my cum, whether you like it or not!" Steve replied. "But first, I will reward you for being such an excellent cocksucker," he finished, and then he slipped around into a sixty-nine position. "Suck it!" he ordered as he lowered his cock to Jessica's mouth, and then dipped his head between her legs and started lapping at her pussy while she complied and began sucking on his big dick.

I began to stroke faster as I watched the twosome on the screen rocking in time to each other, locked on to each other's sex organs.
It wasn't long before Jessica let out a cry and began exploding in orgasm. A moment later Steve removed his face from her cunt, threw his head back, groaned loudly and contorted his face in ecstasy as he emptied his nuts into Jessica's sucking mouth.

Pure, prim Jessica took it like a pro.

That set me off, and I shot my wad all over myself.

"Whew, that was hot!" I said aloud.

Needless to say I made a copy of the disc before packing up the box as best I could. I was nearly finished and about to take it back down to the basement when there was a knock on my door.

"Oh, hi Steve," I said, feeling my face reddening. "What's up?"

"I, uh… I need to get one of the, uh… one of the boxes I left with you," Steve stammered, and when he looked over my shoulder and saw one of his packing boxes – the box – in my living room, partially open, I thought he'd collapse. "You didn't look in it, did you?" he asked with panic in his voice.
I said no, but not very convincingly, and he knew right away that I had, so I explained how I'd accidentally knocked the box over, and came across the photos while putting the spilled contents back inside.

"The disc… did you watch it?" he asked nervously.

"What disc?" I asked, unable to keep from cracking a smile.

"You did! You watched it!" Then he took a breath and quietly asked, "Did you make any copies?"

"No, no, I didn't," I replied, again not very convincingly.

"Can I have it back, please? Look, Jessica will kill me if this ever gets out. Please, Jon, don't get me in trouble with this. Please!"

Seeing his desperation, and being my best friend, how could I refuse to give him back his photos and disc, and even the copy I had made? "Sure, of course," I said and motioned for him to step inside.

I headed off to grab first the disc, and then the storage box on the way back. But as I was making my way to retrieve the copy, I remembered how Steve had complained for months about how his sex life with Jessica was boring, when in fact she was of porn star quality. That brought back memories of high school and how Steve always bragged about all the pussy he got, which in turn brought back memories of a girl named Jill Dorsey.

Jill Dorsey was a girl in high school that I liked, a lot. I had been too afraid to ask her out, but, with Steve's encouragement, I finally got up the nerve… and she said yes! The date went really well. She seemed to like me a lot, too. We made out and felt each other up, but she stopped me when I tried to get in her pants, telling me she doesn't do that on the first date. I was disappointed but that quickly changed when she immediately followed that with, "But if I like a guy, if I really like him," and then she reached over and squeezed my crotch, "I will do oral on a second date." Needless to say, I immediately asked her out again, and she accepted.

Then, after sharing all the details of the date with Steve, including what she had promised to do on our second date, he turned around and asked her out behind my back. Not only that, but she cancelled her date with me, making up some excuse. It was later that I found out, overhearing her gossiping with friends at school, without her knowing I was nearby, that not only had she gone out on a date with Steve, but that she had given him a blowjob… and then fucked him! On their first date!

It may have happened back when we were in high school, but the betrayal I felt at the hands of my best friend was something I had never quite gotten over. It was always in the back of my mind when I was around him. Now, it would seem, I had been given the perfect opportunity for a little payback!

With that in mind, instead of getting the copied disc I went right to the storage box, picked it up and then returned to the door. "Here you go, it's all in there," I said handing him the box.

"The copy, too?"

"No, just the original disc, the pictures and whatever else was in there."

"Jon! I need the copy!"

"You can take the box, no problem, but to get the copy back you'll have to, well, pay for it."

"What! You expect me to buy back the copy from you?" Steve asked sounding shocked and angered by my demand.

"Well, yeah, but I don't want money, and no, nothing illegal," I started, then I swallowed hard, looked him in the eye, and told him exactly what I wanted: "I want to watch you and Jessica in action again… live!"