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

Friday, April 26, 2013

All Male Fiction: A Moth to a Flame (Part 5)

Days of Our Lives Slash Fiction
By: Mistress Euclid
"Go get in the shower. Hands against the wall, and wait for me," EJ had ordered moments earlier. "And don't turn around."

Now Will's hands were on the cold tile that lined the shower of his new apartment. It was some kind of fancy European tile, cool to the touch despite the hot water and steam. Will could hear EJ stepping into the shower, but he kept his eyes on the wall.

EJ had ordered him not to turn around, so Will wasn't going to. He knew how to be a good slave boy, when it suited him.

Suddenly, Will felt a gentle, large hand on his back. "How do you feel?"

"Good, sir," replied Will.

"I can feel that," purred EJ in response, his other hand snaking around Will's body to grab his hard cock.

EJ pressed himself to Will's back, and Will felt that EJ was aroused. Will moaned in response. Taking EJ's cock up his ass was the best part of his job, even though Will remained deeply ashamed.

All Male Fiction: A Moth to a Flame (Part 4)

(Days of Our Lives Slash Fiction)
By: Mistress Euclid
Sonny was having a good time. He had spent a very enjoyable evening with Kareem, first dancing at a club and then going to an all-night diner. Now, he was sitting on Kareem's couch, buzzed from a combination of alcohol and adrenaline and anticipation. It was supposed to be two friends just hanging out. Sonny was more interested in Dustin, but Dustin had been busy.

Kareem was kneeling between Sonny's legs and unzipping his pants. Sonny grinned down at him as Kareem expertly removed Sonny's cock and started to suck. Sonny threw his head back and gave himself over to the sensations. He closed his eyes.
To his surprise, pictures formed in Sonny's mind, but they weren't of Kareem - or even Dustin. Without realizing it, Sonny started fantasizing that it was Will Horton's gorgeous lips wrapped around his dick. Sonny gasped and blinked. Nothing like that had ever happened to him, and he felt awkward and rude. So, he stared down at Kareem to remind himself who he was with.
Soon, Kareem's skill overcame him, and Sonny came into the other man's mouth. Kareem swallowed. Sonny grinned and pulled him up for a kiss. He tried to put Will out of his mind.

Straight Fiction: The Blowjob Contest

By: Larry Taylor
My wife Carol and I have been swingers for about five years. We were initiated by couples we met through swinger magazines, and were eventually introduced to the club scene. We now belong to a popular swinger club where we attend parties a couple of times a month.

The club's owners frequently arrange special events to boost attendance. For example, the club newsletter announced recently that a blowjob contest was in the works. The plan was to have several of the wives compete to see who could suck off the most men. The lucky winner would be rewarded a one-thousand dollar prize.
Carol was very skillful at the fine art of giving head, so I suggested that she volunteer for the contest. After thinking it over for no more than ten seconds, she said, "Count me in."

She and three other women all signed up for the contest.

As Carol's "blowjob coach", I got a blowjob every day for the two weeks leading up to the contest. To measure her progress, each blowjob was timed. I didn't think it was possible for her to get any better at giving head, but under my tutelage she sucked me off faster with each passing day, and also mastered a few new techniques.

The big day arrived and we showed up at the club early. To my surprise the parking lot was already full. Word of the blowjob contest had spread like wildfire, and many of the husbands wanted to be first in line.

The bare-breasted receptionist informed us that because Carol was participating in the contest our admission fee was waived, and that if I wanted a blowjob I would have to take a number from the dispenser just like everyone else. Carol pulled my ticket and grinned when she looked at the number, telling me that between the four women, ninety guys would get their blowjobs ahead of me.

Straight Fiction: Fucked

Unknown Author
"I love the way your cock feels," she said, her face lying against my chest, which muffled her voice slightly.


"Mmm, yeah, I love how that nice big head slides between my lips, how my lips close around it." Her fingers wandered idly around my thighs, tickling and teasing.

"You orgasmed hard this time, I noticed."

Monday, April 22, 2013

All Male Fiction: My Time in London (Part 1)

By: Lucas Miller

After a night of drinking in London, my buddy Kevin and I rushed to catch the last train out of Victoria Station to the southern suburbs. We managed to get to the station just as the train was about to leave. Out of breath, we dropped into the uncomfortable seats, happy not to have to take a cab back.
Kevin and I had been living outside of London for almost three months. We had decided the year before to be adventurous. From the States we arranged for some menial jobs and cheap accommodations, and then set out on a yearlong vacation in London.

During our three months together, we lived in one room rented from an older woman who owned the house. The closest thing to privacy was that there were two beds in the room. However they were separated only by about a foot. Needless to say, Kevin and I became very close. We weren't exactly lovers, but we did watch each other jerk off.

The first time was a bit awkward. Both of us had our hands under the covers and inside our underwear. I knew what he was doing and he knew what I was doing. Somehow we started talking about sex and when we had it last. Then we talked about how often we jerked off, and from there we agreed it would be okay to jerk off in front of each other. It was strange, but very cool to watch my good friend yank on his six inch cock and to play with his balls. That's all we did, though. We never talked about having sex; jerking off was just fine with us.

Now, with quite a bit of alcohol in our systems, my thoughts turned to getting back to our room, stripping down, and pulling on my six-and-a-half inch dick. I rubbed the crotch in my jeans as I pictured Kevin undressing and laying down on his bed, spitting in his palm like he always did, and then beginning to work on his smooth shaft.

"Quit it!" Kevin snapped nodding toward my crotch. "Someone's watching you." He threw another nod to my right and across from us.

A man, probably in his early thirties, was watching me intently. He was well-dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a dress shirt. The man gave me a smile and placed his hand in his own crotch.

I whispered to Kevin, "I think he's horny, too."

He put his lips to my ear, "Let's see how horny he is."

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Bisexual Fiction: The Bet

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

"I'm gonna fuck her one of these days," Sean said to Andy, something he said pretty much every day.

"Yeah, yeah, same old story. You're all talk. Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?"

"Fine, dude, what do you want to bet?"

"Twenty bucks you won't get in her pants."

"You're on."

"Ok, if you're so confident, let's say we up the ante and make it thirty bucks if you can get in her pants tonight."

"No problem," Sean grinned. "In fact, I'll bet you fifty that not only can I fuck her tonight if I try, but I'll also get her to get down on all fours and do her doggy style."

Andy burst out laughing. "You really think so, huh? Only thing you're gonna do tonight is your own right hand."

"Fifty bucks," Sean repeated.

"Ok, dude, it's a bet!"

The two lifeguards, standing in the shade of the guard chair, looked out at the subject of their conversation. Jenna, also a lifeguard, was belly-down on a surfboard, gliding around the kids' swimming area. A wet blond ponytail lay against her tanned back. The deep blue suit she was in both showed, and hid, enough of her taut physique to make her worth watching.

Both Sean and Andy had tried to find out first-hand what was underneath that suit. Both had been rebuffed, not unkindly, but firmly. The rebuffs hadn't done much to quell either their interest or their horniness. Both men were hot looking, and knew it, Sean in a blond-surfer-dude way and Andy in a tall-dark-and-handsome way, and each had gone on to glory with a good many women. Still, the unattainable had its attractions. The two men watched for a moment longer, and then Sean went up the ladder and into the chair.

"You watch," he said in a quiet voice. "Gonna get some relief tonight."

"Yeah, from jacking off," Andy laughed.


All three lifeguards were on duty until the swimming area closed at seven. It was a beautiful day, and it took the efforts of all three to evict the last few kids. It was almost seven thirty by the time the sandy shoreline was empty in both directions. The sun was no longer shining, but it was still light out.

Andy and Sean walked out of the men's showers twenty minutes later, each clad only in shorts and sandals. The conversation about how Sean was sure he could get Jenna had started up again as they were drying off and putting their shorts on.

"Besides," Andy was saying coming to a standstill just outside of the door to the men's showers. "How will I know if you got some? What, you think I will just take your word for it and hand over the cash?"

Sean laughed. "How about you watch us doing it?"

"I doubt I'll get an invitation, not that you're gonna either," Sean laughed.

"What if I do, though?"

"Well, in the highly unlikely event that you do, unless you're gonna try to fuck her outdoors or something, there's no way I'm gonna believe you without witnessing it," Andy laughed.

"Hey, outdoors, why not," Sean said. "The cove's usually deserted at night. I'll take her down there, and you can hide behind the rocks and watch."

"Dude, you're overconfident. If you go up to her and ask if you can fuck her, she's gonna slap your face."

"If I can get between her legs first, she can slap it all she wants." He glanced over at the exit from the women's showers. "Dude, here she comes. Get out of sight."

Andy ducked back into the men's shower entrance, and Sean went up to Jenna. Jenna was wearing a bikini top and shorts, and damn, she looked hot. Sean was more determined than ever to find out what was underneath those shorts.

"Hey, Jenna," he said as coolly as possible.

"Hey, Sean," she said. "What's up?"

"I was just wondering what you were gonna do tonight."

"No plans. Why?"

"I thought maybe you and I could take a walk down to the cove. Just talk, you know."

"Talk, yeah, right. Like you ever have just talking on your mind," she chuckled.

Sean grinned. "Look, Jenna, I can't help it. You're hot, and here we are together, day after day, and, well, I'd just really love to get to know you better… intimately."

Jenna looked away for a moment and smiled. "At least you're honest." Her voice dropped a step. "And I must say you're pretty hot yourself. It's not like I haven't thought about you... that way." She reached out and touched his chest with a cool index finger. The tip of her finger slid down, across his left nipple, and then her hand dropped to her side.

He shivered slightly and said, "You're just teasing me, aren't you?"

She looked up at him and then laughed. "Yeah, sorry, I couldn't resist. But I was planning to go for a walk along the shore before I went home anyway, so I guess we could walk to the cove together."

"Cool," Sean said. "Oh shit, I left my house keys in the men's showers. Hold on, I'll be right back." Sean then went over to the entrance and pulled Andy by the arm inside the room. "Dude, did you hear that?"

"Yeah, she agreed to go for a walk with you, big deal," Andy laughed.

"Yeah, well once I get her down to the cove, I know I'll be able to convince her," Sean said confidently. "You just make sure you get there right after we do, and don't let her see you."

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

All Male Fiction: Hung Bucks

By: Barry D & Ryan Michaels

Mike strode quickly across the deserted bus terminal to the men's room. It, too, was empty, nothing but the row of urinals backed by toilet stalls, with a dividing wall between them and the doorway. Mike was disappointed. He had gone there in the hopes of finding a man who was looking for some action.

Although it didn't appear likely that he would be meeting any cocksuckers that night, the young college student had nowhere else to be so he decided it couldn't hurt to stick around for a bit. He moved to the last urinal in the line, the one the farthest from the door. He unzipped his tight, faded jeans and dug inside them for his cock, and began to fondle it in his palm as he aimed it at the urinal.

It was only moments later when, from the far end of the men's room, he heard the tell-tale creak of the door opening and his cock twitched in his fingers, beginning to harden and moisten with excitement as he heard the footsteps of the unexpected visitor moving slowly toward him, stopping in front of the very next urinal.

Without being too obvious about it, Mike took a quick glance at the man who had just come up beside him. He was an average-looking guy in his early forties, who nervously unzipped his fly. The edge of his shoe pressed against Mike's foot and his left elbow dug hard into the boy's side, but he didn't apologize.

Knowing that the other man's eyes were hungrily following his every movement, Mike began to play with himself. Holding his cock between his thumb and forefinger he began to rub the loose skin back and forth until it began to tighten and the thick head at its tip mushroomed into full bloom.

Mike stepped back from the urinal, holding his cock loosely with his fingertips, and turned his fit young body to the side, displaying himself brazenly to the older man. He could see the guy's fingers trembling on his own dick and his throat working as he swallowed nervously and gaped down at Mike's extremely long, thick cock.

"Like it?" Mike asked him boldly, not bothering to keep his voice low.

The guy stared down at the big young cock pointing up at him. "My God, you've got a huge cock!" he whispered.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

All Male Fiction: Biking with Josh (Part 1)

"The Discovery"
By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels
Josh and I have known each other for about four years. He was my manager when I was first hired on at the plant. After a year of that cutbacks had forced him to step down, and he had to take a line job with me. He took it in stride, saying the pay was not all that much worse and it was a hell of a lot less stressful. Over the next three years we became very good friends. Not long after that I found out he liked to bike, something I enjoyed too. We've been biking almost daily ever since.

Josh is twenty-four, the same age as me, around 6'4" tall with a trimmed goatee, buzzed dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Over the three years that we've been friends I've come to know that he's not modest. He'd shower at my place after biking sometimes and come out of the bathroom in just a towel and lounge around on the couch that way. Josh has a really fine body, muscular and beefy. I've always wanted to see what was under that towel, and I've wanted to mess around with him for a really long time. But not only did he have no idea I was gay, there was no doubt in my mind that he was straight.

He came over this past Saturday for a 'weekend' ride. We planned to bike out into the country side, find a place to crash on the side of the road, and then come back Sunday. He had on an orange tank top and white spandex shorts, which showed a black jock through the thin material. It was going to be a hot weekend, and I'd for sure be letting him lead so I could watch that ass get hot and sweaty and the spandex become transparent.

I finished strapping my backpack on the bike and glanced at Josh, who had his hand down his spandex shorts adjusting himself. I let my eyes linger a bit longer than I should have and he caught me. "Bike shorts are just so damn uncomfortable, but I guess they're a necessity," he said grinning at me.

I sheepishly nodded and got on my bike.

We had been riding for a few hours now and both of us were covered in sweat. I was half-hard for most of the ride from watching Josh's muscular ass become more and more apparent through the white spandex. I could easily make out the black straps of his jock and his ass crack now.

It suddenly started to cloud up very quickly, and about half an hour later it got very dark and windy. "Looks like it's going to storm," I called ahead to Josh.

Josh looked over his shoulder with a nod of agreement, and then said, "I know a place up ahead we can hole up if it gets too bad. One of my buddies took over his father's farm down this way."

Fifteen minutes later the rain was pelting down on us and we were soaked. Lightning crashed down around us and I was getting a bit nervous about being out in it. Josh pointed up ahead. "Trevor's place is right up ahead," he yelled back through the thundering downpour.

Sure enough, we crested a hill and there was a big red barn set back a ways from the road. Farther back was a white farm house. We hurriedly headed for the house, but were disappointed when no one answered the door. There were a couple of vehicles in the driveway, but none looked drivable.

"Go take cover in the barn," Josh yelled. "I'm going to write Trevor a note to let him know who's hiding in there in case he takes us for derelicts."

I headed for the barn, stashed my bike inside and wiped it down with my shirt. I was petting one of the horses when Josh came in.

"Damn, I haven't seen a storm like this in years," he said, closing the barn door behind him.

I glanced over at him. He took his shirt off and slung it over a stall wall and was working on dropping his shorts.

"You should get out of those wet shorts, man. They'll chafe your ass raw."

Standing in just his black jock now, I finally got to see his muscular naked ass as he headed towards the barn door. It was a hot ass, just as I knew it would be, and looked even hotter framed by the black straps of the jock.

"I'm going to take advantage of the rain and rinse the sweat off," he continued. By the time he finished saying it he had reached the barn door. He opened it, shucked his jock, and stepped out into the downpour.

I moved to the door and stood watching him run his hands over his body slowly. His eyes were closed as he stood under the barn's downspout. The rain running in rivulets down his tanned, muscled body mesmerized me.

Just as I began to feel my cock stiffen in the confines of my bike shorts from looking at him, Josh looked over at me. "What are you doing, man?"

I started to stutter thinking he was pissed that I was looking at him as he stood naked under the water.

"I told you those wet spandex shorts are gonna rub your ass raw. Get out of those wet clothes and come rinse off."

Monday, April 15, 2013

Straight Fiction: Poke-Her Night

Unknown Author
Usually the first Friday night of the month is Poker Night. I invite several of the guys over to play cards while the wife goes out with her friends, and by the time she comes home the game has wrapped up and the guys are heading home.

A couple of months ago my wife came home early, explaining that she had an argument with one of her friends. I was a little annoyed by her early arrival... when the women are not around us guys tend to talk about our wives and sex and many topics that now would be taboo in front of a lady. But, since my wife was well endowed, and her short skirt and braless tits where on display, the other guys didn't seem to care too much.

Carla was already a bit tipsy when she came home and it wasn't long before she fixed herself a drink and joined us at the table. After a couple of hands of cards she was starting to get drunk. When Carla got drunk she got horny. Before long she was leaning on me and groping me and talking raunchy. I could tell by looking around the table at the other five guys that they were getting horny themselves.

Seeing the guys devouring my wife with their eyes really made me hard. I couldn't believe the thought running through my head! I began to tease her and rub her legs and pussy through her stockings under the table.

After a while I left the table to go to the restroom. When I returned she gave me an impish grin and I noticed her stockings were sitting on the table in front of my chair. Looking around the table I could tell the others were really getting worked up and were having a hard time controlling themselves. I smiled, and as I walked to my seat I realized that Joe, sitting right beside her, and Jimmy on the other side of me, must have gotten quite a show as my drunk wife took off her hosiery. I looked over at Joe after I sat down and gave him a wink.

While Bill, across the table, dealt the next hand I reached down under her skirt and began fingering her wet pussy. In seconds she was so wet that her cunt was making a wet smacking sound as my finger moved in and out of her.

Carla - in ecstasy - asked me quite loudly to take her upstairs to our bedroom and fuck the shit out of her. I thought the guys were going to lose it right then and there.

Instead I told her to get on the table and strip for us. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief.

She thought about it for a moment, realized what I was suggesting, and then slurred, "There's no way I can take all of you on in one night." She then gave a drunken giggle and continued, "And, I'm sure that is what would happen if I took the rest of my clothes off." She winked at me and giggled again.

"So, how many of us do you think you could take on at once?" I asked with a grin. Each and every one of my buddies sat with their mouths gaping open in disbelief at what was going on.

She shocked me when she replied, "No more than three, I think."

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

All Male Fiction: The Initiation

By: Stu Walker

We'd selected our pledges at the frat. After interviewing over fifty applicants we'd all narrowed the field down to five choices, the cream of the crop. The requirements to join our frat were pretty specific, and potential applicants were only told of certain requirements once they had been chosen as pledges. Our frat was the frat that every guy wanted to join, and even after they were told what they would have to entail and given the opportunity to withdraw, no guy, most of them straight, ever chose to withdraw. They knew what they would have to do and were willing to do it, just to be a member of the top fraternity on campus.

All the officers were down in the basement of our house, getting ready for the final test. There were Rudy, Ben, Al, Pete and myself. We were all buck naked except for black leather masks and cock straps cinched around our equipment, tight enough to highlight four rods that collectively measured over four feet of lean, mean, horny manhood.

"Send 'em in!" Rudy signaled one of the frat brothers who was in charge of the equipment we'd need.

He opened the doors and our five pledges walked in, hands bound behind their backs, studded dog collars around their necks. They were all naked, their bodies oiled and gleaming in the dim light of the meeting room.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

All Male True Experience: Collecting Football Players Jocks

By: jockluver2000

Twenty years back, while going to college, I discovered one night that someone had neglected to fully close and lock the fire door from the men’s locker room, and took advantage of the oversight. (Back then, there were no security cameras in the gym, and the door to the locker room was on the back of the building where there were no cameras, so I knew I wouldn’t be seen or identified.) I was thrilled to discover I had private access to the entire place - locker room, showers, weight room. I entered and made sure the door was locked.

Friday, April 5, 2013

All Male Fiction: Birthday Surprise

By: Ryan Michaels

It was my buddy's 22nd birthday, and I had a birthday present for him that he wouldn't soon forget. At least I wouldn't.

Ty and I had known each other for years. We met in ninth grade and our friendship continued even after we graduated high school. In fact, he was my best friend then, and now, and I was his. We knew everything about each other… well almost everything. There were two things Ty didn't know about me. One was that I was bisexual. As far as he knew I was as straight as he was, and I played the game well. The other thing he didn't know was that almost from the moment I met him I had dreamt about seeing, and even sucking, his cock. I'd shot many loads over the years thinking about such things.

The party I had planned for my buddy was going to be a surprise. We had some mutual friends, and I also had his brother contact some of his other friends. Some of the guys were bringing their girlfriends along, and some of the girls were bringing their boyfriends, so there were going to be a lot of people there.

It was being held at a friend's house that was away on business, who had been generous enough to let me hold the party there. My place wasn't very suitable given that I rented the top floor of a house and the landlords lived on the main floor. I didn't think they'd appreciate the loud music and people partying above their heads. In fact, I knew they wouldn't. My friend's detached house was perfect, and a design aspect of it – as well as a recent delivery – gave me the idea for what I was going to give Ty for his birthday.