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

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

All Male Fiction: Private Lessons (Part 3)

By: Ryan Michaels

I stopped dead as I heard Mr. Johnson's voice. My heart began beating faster and my shoulders stiffened and rose slightly. I was frozen in place momentarily, and then I slowly turned around, full of trepidation.

As I came to face him, however, despite my fear and anxiety, my eyes automatically fell to my teacher's long dong. It was soft now, well almost. Rather than hanging down long and straight as it always had when I had seen it those other times, now it was pointing out from his body very slightly. The head of his giant cock was red, and I could see the shine of wetness on the tip. I knew why, and so did Mr. Johnson! Now the only question was, did he know that I knew, and, if he did, what was he going to do about it?

After realizing where my eyes were, I raised them up Mr. Johnson's body to meet his eyes. He must have known I was looking, because he had stood silently for those few moments that I had been mesmerized by his big penis.

Once eye contact had been made, Mr. Johnson spoke. "Where do you think you're going, Ryan?"

"I-I'm going back to my dorm room, sir."

"Not yet you're not," Mr. Johnson said and started to approach me.

I felt myself start to tremble slightly. Then Mr. Johnson, standing right in front of me now, reached out and took my jockstrap, which was dangling below my books, the one strap of which had been held by one of my fingers. In my haste to get in and out of there as quickly as possible I hadn't even realized that I had snagged it when grabbing my books.

"You know that you're not allowed to take your jock back to your dorm, Ryan," Mr. Johnson said. The jockstraps were provided by the school, each student's first name and the first initial of their last name written on the front of the wide waistband with permanent marker. After they had been worn (we didn't wear them for every gym class) they were to be tossed in a bin for laundering, and never allowed to be removed from the locker room.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. I didn't even know I had hooked it with my books. I guess I just forgot to toss it in the bin after I got dressed."

"Ok, Ryan," Mr. Johnson said. "Now you'd better get back to your dorm. Looks like you have quite a bit of homework you should be doing," he said nodding at the pile of books in my hands.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson. Good bye Mr. Johnson," I blurted nervously, and then I quickly turned on my heels and made for the door.

Once outside, I fell back against the locker room doors and let out a big sigh, relieved that Mr. Johnson hadn't confronted me about peeping on him. Obviously he had no idea that I had witnessed his private moment in the showers or he surely would have said something.

A moment later, I found myself turning around and pressing my eye to the thin crack that appeared between the double steel doors of the locker room. My line of sight was filled with a rear view of my naked teacher walking away. I looked at his ass, and then below it and saw what I, for some reason, longed to see, part of his large cock hanging down between his legs, swinging and bouncing around as he padded across the locker room floor. My attention was diverted from my teacher's oversized penis when he neared the bin where the jockstraps got deposited, and kept on walking without dropping mine into it, still holding it in his hand as he turned and headed in the direction of his office.

I didn't know what to make of all that I had seen, but I knew one thing for sure: I needed to get back to the dorms and jerk off right away!

After I got off, homework, sleep and the next day's classes had kept my mind otherwise engaged and off thoughts of the previous afternoon. But now it was time for gym class again, and I was dreading it. During the hours between classes I had somehow managed to convince myself that Mr. Johnson was fully aware that I had spied on him in the showers, and was fearful of the repercussions I might face now that he had had a day to think over exactly what it was he was going to do about it.

When gym class ended, Mr. Johnson, as expected, put me in the last shower rotation to shower with him and one other student. At least it wouldn't be just me and Mr. Johnson this time. That would assure that he wouldn't bring anything up in the showers, and I planned to make sure I was dressed and out of there before my other shower mate.

But, Mr. Johnson didn't take his shower with the last two as he almost always did. It was just me and Tommy Mitchell, a classmate I didn't really associate with.

This just convinced me even more that he knew I knew what he had done in the showers, because he was making a point not to shower with me. The fact that he had chosen not to settled my nerves. Now I knew I could shower and dress and get out of there without seeing him again for sure. Despite this, though, I still found myself kind of wishing he would come and take a shower with us so I could get a look at his cock again… and it was with those thoughts of my teacher's large penis that my own started to get hard!

I couldn't believe it! I had never once sprung a boner in the showers in front of my classmates, only Mr. Johnson. And now here I was getting one in front of Tommy Mitchell!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

All Male True Experience: Cruising for Cock

By: chicagobasil

One night after work I decided to stop off at the park for some fun. I knew for a fact that action took place at this park during the lunch hour, but I was not sure what the action was like at this time of the day, or if there would be any at all. I pulled into the lot of the park and all I saw were straight couples.

Sticking around to see if anyone interesting showed up, I sat in my car pretending to be deeply into my book, every now and again looking up to see who was pulling up. As I looked up this time, I saw a nice looking guy get out of his car and head down a path. Then to my right I saw a really hot guy enter the park on foot and do the same. The second guy made my cock stir just looking at him, so I put the book down, hopped out of my car and headed towards the path.

As I walked along I came to a fork in the road. I could either continue on straight ahead or turn left. Letting my hard-on be my guide I took the path ahead of me. It was paved and I figured it would be easy to get back to my truck. As I made my way along it I saw the second guy in the distance standing at the side of the path. He looked over at me and then continued down the path. The first guy was not too far ahead.

After walking a short way, again there was a cross road. This time guy number one headed into the woods and guy number two followed him. I decided to look for another way up, perhaps hoping to get a glimpse of the two of them in action.

Straight Fiction: Working Overtime

By: billy_strokes

I spent the majority of my day distracted from my work, in a state of constant arousal, and it was entirely her fault. She was a new girl at the office and it was her first day, and she was hot! Because of that distraction I was now stuck at the office working overtime.

I don't know if it was because I was exceptionally horny or what, but everything about this new employee made me want to cum. Every time she walked by I couldn't stop staring at her boots and thinking they screamed "Fuck Me!" When I walked by her desk at one point, she had dropped something while setting up her cubicle and she was kneeling beneath it, on her knees, with her ass in the air, and I thought I was going to bust a nut right then and there. I was practically crazy from lust.

I spent most of the day gently massaging myself through my pants between phone calls and assignments. Every time someone walked by I had to quickly move my hand away so I wouldn't get caught. Every time she walked by, even after removing my hand, I was still afraid that I would leave a huge cum stain on the front of my pants. Eventually, in the later part of the afternoon, I moved to the boardroom to hopefully keep me focused.

Moving to the boardroom did keep me more focused, slightly, but I was still extremely horny and thinking of her. Finally, the day was over for everyone else, and I waited to hear the outside door close after the last person left, and then I practically ripped my pants open to relieve my pent-up cravings. It wasn't like I had ever done that at work before, but I still had a couple of hours of work to catch up on, and I would never be able to concentrate if I did not take care of myself, I knew that.

Leaning back in my chair I got comfortable and began gently stroking myself. I was thinking back to the new girl on her knees beneath her desk. I imagined her gently sliding her lips up and down on my dick. My fingers gently caressed my shaft, sliding up and down, and occasionally circled around the edge of the head. The sensations raced throughout my entire pelvis, my balls swelled and I squeezed the muscles of my ass. My hips slid back and forth in my chair as I pretended I was pumping in and out of her luscious mouth. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock, down onto my fingers, lubricating me further and making the sensations even greater.

It wasn't long before I felt myself getting close. I didn't want to cum on my dress shirt and tie, so I stood up to shoot on the boardroom table. Now standing, I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and pumped myself toward the orgasm that had been building all day. I could feel my dick twitch in my hand and feel my balls begin to tighten. I was about to spew a massive load of cum the table as I imagined it to be her face.

Suddenly I was yanked from my fantasy, hearing someone calling my name to see if I was still there. Before I could get my hand off of my dick, let alone put it away, she was standing in the doorway. She was in mid-sentence, saying something about forgetting her cell phone after an earlier orientation meeting, when she stopped dead in her tracks.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 4)

By: Lucas Miller

I woke up to the smell of chicken. The room was dark. I was in Josh's bed with the covers over me. I was naked underneath. Looking around, I found the small LED alarm clock. It was shortly after nine o'clock in the evening. I had been asleep for about six hours.

What another incredible day. First spending most of the morning with Josh, then sucking the dick of a faceless stranger in the library restroom, and finally a much needed jerk off while reading Marc's journal.

Now, just a few short hours before my time visiting Josh was to end, I smelled chicken. It was so strong that it had to have been coming from somewhere in the small dorm room. Then the door opened and I saw Josh's silhouette. He quickly shut the door and kept the lights off. When I stirred in the bed he stopped in his tracks.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he said walking over to his bed and sitting down beside me.

I rubbed my eyes. "It's okay. Why did you let me sleep the day away?"

"I actually came in and tried to wake you, but you were knocked out. So I covered you up and let you sleep."

I sat up and pulled the covers off of me, revealing my hard dick. Josh smiled, but stood up and moved to the other side of the room. "There's plenty of time for that later," he said. "For now, you need to eat. A couple of hours ago I went out and got us some roasted chicken. I was also got us some beer to go with it." He turned a lamp on and I could see that he had a nice feast waiting for us.

I got out of bed and slipped on my underwear. I was a little disappointed that he didn't respond to my obvious gesture of sexual interest, but I was also very hungry. He was right, sex could wait.

Josh was opening the beers as I sat down. He was dressed in just a t-shirt and boxers. He looked as if he was going to eat and go to bed. I was hoping that this wasn't the case. I wanted to have a memorable night before heading off in the morning.

As we ate, Josh couldn't stop looking into my eyes. There was a look of intense love with a glimmer of sadness. He talked about the times we had while I visited. We had definitely taken our friendship to another level and leaving was going to be more difficult than I anticipated. Thoughts of dropping out of school and moving closer to Josh fluttered through my mind, but I dismissed them. I had to go back to school. I needed space to determine if my feelings were real or figments of my lustful imagination. That wasn't to say that I wouldn't visit as much as possible.

After finishing our meal, Josh talked about how he wanted to end my visit just as it had started. I was a little confused, but he asked me to follow him. He was at the door before I had a chance to question. I got up and followed him into the hallway. It was very quiet in the dormitory. He led me to the showers and I held back.

"You want to do it in the shower room?" I whispered.

He nodded with a devilish grin.

"We got caught last time by Marc; what if someone else discovers us?"

He spoke in a normal tone. "No one will find us. There's a homecoming celebration at the football field. Everyone is there. The place is empty." With that he went inside, and I followed, my cock rising in my underwear.

Once inside he immediately grabbed a hold of me and started kissing me. His hands explored my back, then moved over my butt. Our tongues darted between our mouths. My dick tented my underwear and poked at his waist.

When we broke our kiss, he took off his t-shirt and quickly slipped off his underwear, and then dropped to his knees. His lips brushed against the tip of my waiting, covered cock, but he didn't remain there. Instead he began kissing my thigh and running his tongue toward the leg hole of my briefs. As he moved closer and closer to my balls I was afraid that I wouldn't last much longer.

But he stopped and stood back up. "That is how much you turned me on the first time I saw you naked," he said. "I thought I was going to lose my mind when I saw you in the shower and then afterward."

"Afterward was the greatest I have ever felt," I interjected. "You really are my best friend."

"Yes I am, but you made a new friend too. Remember?" Upon saying that Marc came from out of the shadows. He was naked and stroking his hard dick.

Bisexual Fiction: Party Girl

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

My boyfriend called me this morning at work and told me that he wanted me to meet him at a house party later that evening. He gave me the address and told me how he wanted me to dress. He liked me to wear provocative, revealing clothes when we were out at bars and parties. He liked showing me off and watching as other men reacted.
As I got ready after work, my mind wandered to the night ahead. My boyfriend was always testing my limits, trying to see how far I would be willing to go. I couldn't help but wonder what he had planned for tonight.
When I arrived at the location my boyfriend had given me, I quickly grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and roamed through the people looking for my boyfriend. I spotted him on the far side of the crowded room, talking to a beautiful woman. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched him smile and laugh at something the woman had said, with him being totally oblivious to my arrival.
I tried to shake off the feeling as I slithered through the clusters of people, heading towards him. I hated feeling jealous but I couldn't help it. I didn't want any other women messing with my man! It was ironic really, because I had sucked the cocks of most of his friends and they had licked, sucked and kissed just about every part of my body as well. But don't misunderstand, I wasn't cheating on him, I did it for him, at his request. He was always there and in full control of the situations. He liked to watch me suck cock, whether it was his own or someone else's, but he would never let another man fuck me. He made it clear that my pussy was his and his alone to fuck.
Halfway through the crowd, a group of men complimented me on my attire. Flattered, I did a slow three hundred and sixty degree turn so they could take a good look. I pushed the straps down off my bare shoulders revealing more of my cleavage, with my erect nipples poking their shape into the fabric of my top. I had on a mini skirt that was white and quite sheer. Under the skirt I wore a flesh colored thong and the effect was stunning. I completed my ensemble with black leather high heeled boots that hugged the contours of my legs like a second skin. Their roar of approval drew the attention of the people around them, including my boyfriend. I caught his gaze and he smiled at me as he motioned me to come to him.
I thanked the group of men for their compliments and slipped through the crowd to meet my boyfriend.
When I reached him his strong hands encircled my waist and he looked me up and down. "I don't like the panties," he said with a wink.
My eyes never left his as I reached up under my skirt and hooked my thumbs through the thong, sliding it down my long legs and letting it drop to the floor. Using the toe of my boot, I lifted the tiny heap into the air and tossed my thong toward him.
He caught the thong on his finger and crushed it to his nose. "Much better," he replied still smiling.
Before he could introduce his companion, the woman reached over and took the panties out of his hand and slid them under her nose. "Mmm," she purred, "I would love a taste of that."
My boyfriend looked at me for my reaction and was ecstatic to see that I was smiling at the woman's comment, my eyes locked on hers. That 'test' was all it took for my boyfriend to know how far I was willing to go this time.

He led the two of us toward what he assumed were the bedrooms. His assumption proved to be correct and we stepped inside what looked to be the master suite. My boyfriend purposely left the door wide open, and I instantly moved toward the bed. The other woman climbed on the bed too and reached out and slid her hands under my loose fitting top while her mouth licked and nibbled on my exposed midriff.
The two of us soon became intertwined together in a tangle of arms and legs, searching fingers and probing tongues, while my boyfriend stood silently just inside the door watching it all. The silence was broken only by the moans and gasps made by the two of us as our bodies writhed together on the king sized bed.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 3)

By: Lucas Miller

Josh had to go to class later in the afternoon. Although I had hoped we would stay in bed all day, it was also nice to spend some time alone. I reflected over the events of the past two days. I smiled at the memory of Josh and me in the showers starting our fun together. Then there was the pleasurable blowjob I had given to Carl behind the garage. Then, of course, there was Marc. My heart raced at the thought of him wearing my underwear, his mouth on my cock, and the wonderful sensation of his ass surrounding my dick as I fucked him.

Marc was the first and only guy I had fucked. But even before we'd had sex I felt a different kind of attraction to him. I hoped that he wasn't upset about Josh and me spending the morning together. I wanted to stay close with Marc… I wanted to continue to see him. I wondered if Josh would mind including him in our sexual play. They had fucked too, so why not?

All of this passed through my mind as I showered. The showers were quite busy, but I was oblivious to those around me. When I had finished I returned to Josh's room and dressed. I thought that I would spend a couple of hours exploring the campus. Before leaving, however, I noticed that Marc's computer was on. I went over to see if I could access it to check my e-mail. Luckily, he didn't have his computer password protected.

When I opened the browser, out of curiosity I checked his bookmarks and found some gay sites. Towards the end of his bookmark list was a page titled "My Blog". I clicked on it, and what loaded was an online journal Marc had been keeping. There was a list of entries, with the first one dated over two years ago. He had been in high school then.

It felt wrong violating Marc's privacy, but curiosity had the better of me, and I clicked on the first entry. It began with: "A new life began today…"

I was worried that Marc might come in while I was reading this, so I hit the print key and watched as page after page after page came out of the printer. It took nearly fifteen minutes to print the entire journal. When it was finally done, I closed the site, then deleted my browsing history so Marc wouldn't know I had accessed his journal. After gathering up the pile of papers, I put them in my knapsack and, without even bothering to check my email, I left the room.

I found out right away that the campus was in constant motion. There were so many people around that it was impossible to find a quiet place to sit and read Marc's journal. In the end I decided to go to the library to find a private corner.

On the first floor nearly all the chairs were filled, so I went to the elevator and took it to the sixth floor. There were fewer people there and I found a relatively private place to sit. I say relatively because I was probably about twenty feet from a couple who were studying together, mixed with some giggling on the girl's part when her boyfriend would whisper things in her ear and touch her. But I wasn't going to find any better place to sit.

I pulled the journal out of my knapsack and started to read it:

A new life began today. I have spent my life in near isolation, keeping others away from me, preferring to be alone. My dating experience is slim. I have kissed only two girls and I am almost seventeen. I have never touched a girl's boobs or had sex with a girl. Strangely, I never even think about it. It's not that I am disgusted by sex or girls, but having sex with the girls I know doesn't seem comfortable to me. I thought one day I would get comfortable with girls, but it hasn't happened. I think I found out why, today.

I know I am taking a chance writing about this and putting it online. Although I know the Internet is so vast that the likelihood of someone stumbling upon my blog is very small (It's not like I advertise it, give the URL to people or share it), I still know I am taking a risk of exposing myself to my classmates and family. I suppose if this does happen it would be a good way to let those who are close to me know who I really am.

So, my life truly started today. It totally happened by accident (I think). I had been sick yesterday and had forgotten to get an assignment from Mr. Morgan, my English teacher. After school I remembered the missed assignment and went back to his classroom. It was empty, but I heard movement coming from Mr. Morgan's office, which is connected at the back of the room.

I made my way toward it. The door was closed, but not completely. There was a small crack between the door and door jam. I peered in and saw Mr. Morgan digging through the bottom of his desk drawer. His back was to me. I was going to knock, but the way he was searching made me a little curious as to what he was looking for. I decided to wait until he found it, then I would go in.

Finally, Mr. Morgan pulled out a magazine from far back in the drawer. He opened it up and began leafing through it. As he did this he turned his chair to the side so that he was partially facing me. I could clearly see his face. He was smiling and licking his lips.

Mr. Morgan is a pretty cool teacher. He gives us a lot of work, but is always cool about grading. No one ever failed his class. He is also pretty good looking for a guy in his thirties. He has short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a trim body. It was strangely exciting watching him without his knowledge. I was able to really look him over.

Then he held up the magazine and I could see the cover. It had a man in a leather outfit standing next to another guy in what looked like a ski mask. The man in leather held a chain that ended at a collar around the other guy's neck. It was a gay magazine!

I couldn't believe Mr. Morgan was gay. This was a good piece of gossip, but I realized I didn't have anyone I would really tell it to. I continued to watch.

Mr. Morgan was rubbing the front of his dress pants. He set the magazine down and opened his zipper. He pulled his dick out of his pants through his opened zipper, and it was hard! I was stunned by how long and thick his dick was. It had to be at least eight inches long. Much bigger than mine. And there he was moving his hand over it.

What surprised me the most was that my own dick was now hard in my pants. I wanted to pull mine out, too, but I had books in my hand and was afraid to move for fear of him hearing me. So I stayed still and just watched.

As I read Marc's words I started to become aroused. Although I was far enough from the giggling couple, I thought it would be best to be alone. I located the men's room and went inside. It was empty, so I took the last stall. I pulled down my pants and sat down on the toilet. I continued to read:

Mr. Morgan was beginning to sweat and moan. My dick was doing its best to tear through my underwear and jeans. It hurt like hell and I had to release it from its confines. As quietly as I could, I stepped back and set my books down on a desk in the last row. I moved just as quietly back to the door.

Mr. Morgan's hand was moving quickly over his hard dick now. I unzipped my jeans, reached inside and pulled out my own dick. I began copying his every motion. When he slowed down, I slowed down. When he quickened his pace, I followed. When he began pulling at his balls, I started pulling at my balls.

My own cock was rock hard now and I started to imagine Marc's encounter with his teacher. I anticipated Marc's next move, hoping he would storm into the room and suck Mr. Morgan's cock. I read on:

I could tell Mr. Morgan was getting close to cumming. His moaning was getting a little louder and he was starting to grunt a little. Then a long string of cum flew from his dick and landed on the floor. Another smaller glob landed on his pants. The rest ran down the side of his dick.

I also started to cum. Most of it ended up in my hand, but some remained on my dick. I had never done it before, but with no other option, I ate the cum from my hand and then wiped my hands on the back of my jeans before stuffing my dick back into them and zipping up.

Quietly, I went back over to where I had laid my books and picked them up. Moving back to the outside of his office, I waited until he had put his dick back in his pants, then I knocked on the door.

He greeted me pleasantly, but with noticeable nervousness. I asked for my assignments and he got them together quickly. As he was doing it I noticed the magazine still on his desk. He caught me looking at it and his eyes got wide. I just smiled at him, and then he handed me the assignments. "Thanks, Mr. Morgan," I said, took another glance down at the magazine and then left his office and his classroom.

This was the end of the first entry. I flipped through a few more of the pages and saw Mr. Morgan's name throughout several of them. I hoped there was more to their encounter.

I was going to jerk off, but I heard someone come in. Whomever they were, they moved down toward my stall and ended up right on the other side of the door. They stayed there for a few seconds, then went to the stall right before mine. It was very odd. It was only then, drawing my eyes away from my reading material for the first time that I noticed a hole in the wall of the stall where the toilet paper holder should have been.

Moments later a half-hard dick poked through it. "You want to suck this?" the guy whispered.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

All Male Fiction: Jammin' in the Rush Hour

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

To quote a classic song by The Monks, "I don't like Mondays." Having to head back to work after the weekend always sucked. That alone was enough to make anyone dislike Mondays, but, for me, some sucked more than others, as I had to occasionally start the week earlier than usual. And this was one of those Mondays - I had to be at work for 7:30am! I work in Manhattan and live in the ass-end of Brooklyn, which meant I had to leave the house at 6:00am. Blech!

Usually, when I have to go in that early, I catch some sleep on the train if I'm sitting, or read if I'm standing. As (bad) luck would have it, I found myself standing. As usual, the train picked up tons of people at each stop, and by the time it hit Myrtle Avenue (one of the big transfer stations), the car was pretty full. This no longer afforded me the room to read. Normally that would have pissed me off a bit and made the start to my dreaded Monday morning that much worse, but suddenly I didn't mind.

I was standing in the corner, right by the connecting door, with my side to it, and right in front of me now was a fucking god! This guy would be enough to grab anyone's attention! He was a really handsome guy, in his mid to late twenties, and, judging by the size of his basket, nicely hung.

We were standing face to face, and every time the train lurched (those that have ridden the L in Brooklyn know how much it lurches), we kind of bumped together. With his looks and the forced body contact in the crowded subway car, I, of course, started to get stiff, and, after one especially hard jolt, he sort of looked at me and sheepishly grinned.

After a few more stops, things were even more crowded, and we were now practically touching, face to face, crotch to crotch. I was hard as a rock now, and was sure that the next time we bumped I'd shoot in my pants.

I couldn't help myself and I really started to check out the large lump in his jeans, and I guess I got a little too obvious, because after pulling out of one station he leaned his mouth by my ear and whispered, "Like what you see?"

I almost shit myself, but as nervous as I suddenly got, I nodded.

Up until then, he had had his hand on the door, supporting himself, but now he moved it between our bodies and grabbed hold of my hand and pulled it towards him. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt him put it right on the bulge of denim between his legs!

His actions took me by total surprise, but, even so, I started doing what came naturally and began feeling his bulge, squeezing what felt like a really large, really thick, soft cock. A soft cock that in just seconds grew into full hardness as I fondled it.
As soon as I started to grope his, he reached over and started feeling mine, too. My dick was nowhere near as big or as thick as his, I was just average in both respects, but he didn't seem at all disappointed with what he had found.

A quick scan of our surroundings showed me that with the number of standing people all jammed onto the subway car, a couple of them right behind my new friend, facing the other way, and a rather large man standing right in front of us with his back to us, we were totally blocked from everyone's view.

Taking comfort in that piece of knowledge, I became more relaxed and really began to concentrate on feeling up his hard cock through his pants, and then, the next thing I knew, he was pulling down my zipper! He then reached into my pants and very casually pulled my stiff dick out through my fly. I took another nervous look around, only to find once again that no one had any clue or visual path to what we were doing.

My attention was returned to him as he brought his other hand between us, brushed my hand aside and pulled his own zipper down, and then moved my hand back to his crotch. I immediately reached inside the opening to find he wasn't wearing underwear, and soon both our hard cocks were out in the open – right there on the fucking subway!

Friday, October 3, 2014

All Male Fiction: Praise the Lord!

By: Unknown Author
It was early. Very early. Too damned early for the alarm clock. What's more, it was Sunday. Was I so wiped out last night that I set the alarm when I flopped into bed?

Sheesh! It's not the alarm, it's the door buzzer! Who'd be ringing that at -- what is it? -- 9:30 on a Sunday morning? I bet Allison locked herself out again.

Living in a brownstone means being a good neighbor or being a shit. Stumbling a bit in my hung-over state, I hit the buzzer to open the front door to the building and grabbed a robe so that I could offer at least the appearance of modesty when saying "Hi!" to Allison. She might even feel guilty enough to go get a paper for me, too.

Opening my apartment door, I bellowed down the stairwell, "Good morning early riser!"

"Good morning, brother! I'm here with good news from the Lord!"

A goddamned Revivalist, brandishing Bible, tracts, and an obnoxious self-assurance. They were an all-too-familiar sight in my neighborhood, where New Wave and Second Coming existed side-by-side.

Before I could slam the door, though, he bounded into view on the landing. Alone and unchaperoned, an unusual state. And proof of God's good taste in children: Golden blond hair, cut short around the sides in an endearingly outdated style, cornflower blue eyes, engaging grin, slender body under an ill-fitting suit. Shades of blue and grey very flattering, though. And the tie, crooked and not quite tight around the buttoned collar.

Well, now awake, I might as well enjoy the scenery.

"I knew God would send me to a receptive home. That's why I kept ringing. Have you been saved?"

Such enthusiasm so soon after sunrise I could not match.

"Well, the lifeguard pulled me out of the lake at camp."

Polite laughter. At least he's diplomatic.

"No, brother, I mean saved for all eternity. Have you given yourself to Jesus?"

"Not that I know of." I didn't hang around in backroom bars, but I didn't get a business card from every trick, either.

"Oh, you'd know it! Giving yourself to Jesus gives you a great big load of joy!"

I passed on that opening. My turn to be diplomatic.

"Why don't you come in?"

A moment's hesitation on my part.

"Ah, hold on just one second, though."

In my most gracious house-tour manner, I swept up the leather pants and red bikini briefs I had dumped on the chair last night, scooped up the dirty socks from under the coffee table, and ducked into the bedroom to throw them in the closet.

On my return, I moved to my guest and invited him in, and he took three or four steps over the threshold. Closing the door behind him with one hand, I gestured him toward the couch with the other.

"Why don't you take off your coat?"

Blue-grey double knit became gracefully draped where leather had just hung.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"I'd like that," he decided, taking a seat on the couch.

The sun streaming through the windows glinted on his hair and seemed to re-charge his godly batteries. "Days like this make me feel so close to the Lord! His creation all aglow in the light of His blessed sun. 'Consider the lilies of the field: they toil not neither do they spin,' yet they bring us joy every day. You can see the power of the Lord every time you look out the window."

This rap continued while I went into the kitchen to fix the coffee. His voice had the kind of Midwestern twang you don't often hear in the city, and a certain breathy quality that would sound great whispered across a pillow. Best of all, he spoke with that preacher's cadence that just picks you up and carries you along.

"'Seek and ye shall find. Ask and ye shall receive. Knock and it shall be opened unto you!' The Bible tells us that salvation is ours for the asking. Will you come with me and ask?"

I was listening more to the rhythm than to the sense. Something about his blend of deference and determination was terribly seductive.

As I puttered around the kitchen, the robe I hadn't bothered to tie firmly came undone. I was getting distinctly turned on by his voice, and I wanted him to keep talking. "You make it sound very appealing," I called out. "Are you one of the champion soul-savers?"

"Saving souls isn't a contest!" He was properly indignant, but a bit proud, too. "It's a duty of every Christian to prepare all men of good will for the judgment to come. And women, too! We're all brothers and sisters and we should reach out to one another in, uh…" he paused and then finished, "love." He must have just spotted the Village Voice on the coffee table. Wonder what he makes of my copy of Honcho sitting right next to it?

By this time, my cock was beginning to reach out itself. I poured the coffee and arranged the cups, sugar bowl, and creamer on a tray.

Walking into the living room, I wondered, mischievously, how my guest would react to my fully exposed, semi-erect posture. But he was searching through his briefcase.

"There's a wonderful article here on discovering the Lord," he was saying in a loud voice, apparently assuming that I was still in the kitchen. "I can leave this here for you to..." Turning around, he found my groin at eye-level.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

All Male Fiction: Say the Wrong Thing

By: Tommyhawk1
I was in a situation I'd been in far more times than I cared to count. My ex-wife, my daughter, and her nineteen year old Marine recruit boyfriend were all looking at me like I was an idiot.

"Daddy!" moaned Annette first.

"Good grief, Harold!" Marsha said right after that.
"Uh, thank you, sir," Private First Class Victor Tolliver said, and blushed.

"Daddy, how could you!?" Annette continued and fled the room. Victor followed her, a puzzled look on his earnest blond-cropped hair above the field-green uniform.

"Harold, you really have to learn to watch your mouth!" my ex-wife launched into me.

"I was just trying to be friendly," I said. "You know, make a joke in an awkward situation."

"So you take one look at our daughter's new boyfriend, look him up and down, whistle like a 40's cartoon wolf at a pretty girl and say, 'Very nice!'" my ex-wife repeated my words with relish.

"I'm sure he already knew I was gay," I said.

"Well if he didn't, he certainly doesn't have any questions now, does he? And what is he going to think of our daughter with a father like you?"

"He's going to think she has good taste to pick him?" I ventured.

"Oh, God!" was her sole comment and she left to go help console our daughter.

So I'd stuck my foot in my mouth again. Shit! I had come to town for the weekend to meet my daughter's new boyfriend. I was trying to be gay and a father to a now-adult daughter. Everyone says, when they grow up you have to stop being their parent and start being their friend. Well, I'd just tried that with her new boyfriend, expressing my appreciation at how he was six foot two inches tall, with a wide set of shoulders and slim hips and a basket that filled out even those slouchy green fatigues he was wearing so... oh, my God, that boy must have a huge cock in there! And his face, wide and honest and innocent and kind. Make a joke? Hell, I'd just said the first thing on my lips was all.

My daughter deserved an apology all right. I figured I had better go find her and Victor and apologize to both of them.

As I turned to head upstairs, I saw a blond muscular hunk landing on the bottom step. He cleared his throat. "Mr. Sawyer?"

"Call me Hal," I said. "My friends all do. When I hear the name 'Harold,' it means I'm in trouble for my big mouth again."

"Yes sir," Victor replied, cleared his throat, and then continued, "Can we speak somewhere private, sir?"

"About my, uh, comment earlier?" I asked. "Look, I owe you a big apology. I was just nervous and..."

"It's not that, sir," Victor said. "I know you were just being yourself, sir."

"Yes, I was," I said. "My daughter says that my mouth just keeps flapping long after everyone else is getting tired of hearing it, and I say things without thinking and end up making everything worse the longer I talk and..." I trailed off, sheepishly. "I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

"I guess so, sir."

"Look, let me go apologize to my daughter and then we can chat about whatever it is you want to talk about… assuming I don't get kicked out the door before I can finish apologizing."

"Ok sir," Victor said. "I'll be in Annette's room when you are done."

I followed that so-tight, rounded set of butt cheeks as they began to wobble up and down as he went upstairs. Oh, god, if I could stick my tongue between those cheeks… Shaking my head, I went to apologize to Annette.

Fifteen minutes of saying, "I'm sorry, honey" and "I'm an idiot" over and over did it like it always did. She was wiping her face dry and looked in the bathroom mirror.

"Oh, god, I've ruined my makeup," she moaned. "Mom, do you have any Sunset color lipstick?"

"No dear, but I have Orange Blush," my ex-wife offered.

"That won't do!" Annette moaned.

"What's the difference?" I asked. "An orange blushing versus an orange playing the sun going down behind the hills. Sounds the same to me."

"Haven't you chewed on your boot sole enough today?" my ex-wife chimed in, her favorite way of pointing out I was about to stick my foot in it again.

"Okay, I'll shut up."

"Can't you use a different shade of lipstick?" my ex-wife asked my daughter.

"No, mom, it matches this blouse!"

"Where can we buy it?" my ex-wife asked.

"God, put on some Orange Blush!" I moaned.

"You keep out of this!" Marsha said to me. "Come on honey, we'll go shopping and find you your lipstick and then we'll come back and fix these two baboons something to eat."

"Ook, ook, ook, ook, ook!" I said, scratching myself under my arm.

That got me a laugh and a kiss from my daughter. Now and then I say something right.

I saw them out the door. What was it I had to do now? Oh yeah, Victor! He wanted to talk to me privately about something or other. He seemed like an old-fashioned kind of guy, maybe he wanted to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage. It would explain why my unorthodox but positive response to him was why he wanted to talk to me, but not need an apology for me basically raping him with my eyes.

So I went to my daughter's bedroom with a pretty positive outlook. I found Victor pacing about nervously. I figured for certain that he was about to ask me the question regarding my daughter's hand, and the ownership thereof being transferred from me to him.

"All right, Victor, what is it you want to talk about?"

"Well, it's kind of about… that is… I wanted to… well… I wanted to ask you… if…" Victor started nervously and then stopped.

"Let me save you the trouble of asking me," I said smiling. "I'd be glad to say yes."

"You would?" Victor's face lit up and a grin nearly split it right in two. "God, that's great, just great!"

"Happy to give you my blessing. In fact," I went on, "I hope you'll let me be the one to let it out."

"Uh... certainly, sir!" Victor said.

"I mean, it's my moment to be the one on top of everything, you know," I went on.

"You can be on top if you want to, sir."

"And I know that it will just thrill my ex-wife to know I'm the one doing it."

"You think so?" Victor's eyes showed confusion. Then he shook his head and said, "You know her better than me, but I'd think she'd be the last one who would want to know."

"Are you kidding?" I said. "Marsha is going to want every last detail from me when I'm done."

"You'd be the one to know, sir," Victor said. "Uh, can we take care of it right now, then, while they're gone?"

"Now?" I said. "But there's nobody here to tell!"

"I don't want to tell anyone until we're done," Victor said.

I began to feel that old, familiar feeling. "I've gone and said the wrong thing again, haven't I?"

"Yes sir," Victor said, and then he stepped really close to me, looked me right in my nonplused eyes, leaned in and then I found myself being kissed by this huge, muscled soldier boy!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

All Male Fiction: The Night Caller

By: Ryan Michaels
Jake and I first met when he came to work at my office a little over ten months ago. The fact that he was an extremely handsome and masculine man was obvious to everyone, even if he never overtly impressed it upon another, even casually, and his overbearing masculinity made it difficult for me to conceal my obvious weakness for his sexual charm. It didn't help that part of his job overlapped with mine and we met at my cramped cubicle once or twice every day, where he would assist me in my editing task.

He didn't speak much when we were working together in my small cubicle, nor did he ever give me a second look or talk much when we were each working on our own. But I did eventually learn that he was twenty-seven, had been married for some six years, and had two children; a five year old daughter and a two year old son.

All that I had learned about his life and quiet personality only confirmed my conviction that he was this wasted piece of manhood who would live the conventional married lifestyle of marrying young, producing his share of offspring, and spending his life working hard to support them, while eventually, in the end, being labeled as the ideal husband and an exemplary father who had been a good provider to his family.

Even so, I couldn't help the desire I felt, and the last ten months had been tortuous. Every single time he came to my cubicle that desire boiled and bordered on the danger of his being molested by me. My energies became more focused on the task of keeping my emotions under control whenever I was around him rather than on my actual work.

Eventually I got used to the fact that Jake was straighter than a flagpole, although to have a man of one's dreams so close at hand and yet not be able to make a move was about the most unfair and inhuman punishment I could think possible. But such is life, and as much as he got me hot still, I somehow managed to maintain a strictly professional relationship with him at all times, as I always had, and as he always had with me… or so I thought!

It was a Friday, and as I got to my car I realized that I had left my flash drive in my office. I would need it, as I had a bit of work to catch up on before Monday, so I headed back inside to retrieve it. I had worked about half an hour past quitting time, so the place was empty, or so I assumed.

While approaching Jake's cubicle on my way to my own, I heard whispers and, as I came to pass the side of it, I heard him more clearly and stopped dead in my tracks, with my mouth gaping. What I was hearing was a whispered, shockingly explicit, sexual conversation between Jake and some unknown person on the telephone. There seemed to be an element of something remotely familiar in what I heard.

Unaware of my presence on the scene, I heard Jake make out sexual whispers to the other person, and then it dawned on me that the standard phraseology of his conversation was something akin to what I had masturbated to last night, and most every night before that for months now.

For a moment I felt my ears warm up and my knees weaken, and then there was a flash in my mind, and I realized that I had been talking with him for the past many months without even the slightest suspicion that he was the secret admirer who had haunted many of my nights with his mysteriously dirty calls that drove me to jerk myself off passionately.

As if to confirm that he was my secret caller, I heard him say, "I wanna suck your cock," which is how the night caller, as I had dubbed my mysterious caller, always started his conversation with me.

That familiar, masculine, gruff voice that I knew so well confirmed my suspicions, and I immediately hatched a plan. I quietly snuck over to my cubicle, grabbed my flash drive and then very quietly left and headed back to my car.

Sure enough, later that night, the phone rang at the usual time, just like clockwork. "I wanna suck your cock," the 'voice' said when I answered.

"Mmm, I'd love that," I moaned.

"Are you naked?" the 'voice' asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Are you touching your cock?"

"Oh yeah," I breathed.

"Is it hard?"

"Rock hard! Is yours?"

"Yes, and I'm touching mine too. You gonna let me suck that hard dick?" the 'voice' asked.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna let you suck it!"

"Mmm, yeah," the 'voice' moaned. "I'm running my tongue in circles on your balls. Now I'm running the tip of my tongue slowly up your shaft to your cockhead. I'm taking the head in my mouth and now I'm sliding my mouth down over the shaft. I'm going lower and lower, taking your entire cock right down to the…"

"Why don't you come over and do that for real," I said interrupting him, putting my devilish plan into gear.

"Huh?" the 'voice' responded in surprise.

"You heard me. You've been calling almost every night for months now, describing how you'd do it, so why don't you do it for real," I said.

"Well I… uh… I'm really more into just getting a quick load off on the phone with a stranger before bed. That's why I always call at this time, so I can get off with you before I go to sleep."

"Well getting off with a guy on the phone is fun, but after so many months of all the teasing, I really, really want to have you do it for real."

"I can't," the 'voice' said sounding very nervous. "I'm married and have to be discreet, and only hook up with guys that I meet in places like public restrooms and stuff. You know, just some quick, anonymous action, knowing I will never see them again."

Of course, I knew why he was so hesitant. He had no idea that I knew it was him on the other end of the phone, and if he came over, then he would have to reveal his identity to me, along with his secret: that he liked to suck dick. If that happened, I'm sure he'd be worried I might tell some people around the office and then it might get back to his wife. However, I had already fully planned for the likelihood that he might not want to come over and reveal himself to me, and so I put that part of my plan into motion.

"Hey I understand," I said. "But I really want a real blowjob, not just a spoken one, and I want you to do it, so, tell you what, to make things easier, why don't we do this? I will give you my address and leave my front door unlocked. I'll tell you on the phone how to find my bedroom, where you will find me on my bed, totally naked, with a throbbing hard-on, and a pillowcase over my head. You just walk in, suck my dick, make me cum, and then just take off. That way you get the opportunity to get some cock, and I get a hot blowjob, without either of us being able to see who the other is, so it will be totally anonymous."

"Um, that could work," he said.

"Great!" I said excitedly, a broad smile forming across my face, and my cock achingly hard at the realization that my plan was actually working, and that I was actually going to get to have sex with Jake. "You got a pen and paper to write down my address and directions?"

"Hold on," he said.

When he came back, I gave him my address, directions on how to get to my house, and directions on how to get from the front door to my bedroom.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Straight Fiction: Grand Opening

Original premise by Tommyhawk1
Straight adaptation by Ryan Michaels
When I arrived home there was a message on my voicemail from Sean saying that he needed to see me, left the address where he wanted me to meet him, and said that I needed to be there by 3:30pm or it would be too late. Click--end of message. Looking at my watch, it was heading towards that time already, so I hurriedly made my way to the destination he had given, wondering what was going on.

When I arrived, I looked at the note in my hand where I had written the address and then compared it to what was posted on the building. 8412 Jefferson Street. Yes, this was the right place. It was a retail store of some sort that was not open for business yet. Sean was a contractor, and I knew he was currently working on some sort of renovation job, but the store was dark inside. If this was where he was working, why were there no lights on inside? Why were there no sounds of saws and tools emanating from the store? Sean had been so enigmatic on the phone, but why would he ask me to meet him here when no one appeared to be here?

I pressed my hand against the window and put my face up to it to take a look inside. I could see a figure moving about at the far side of the store, but I couldn't tell if it was Sean or not.

I tried the door and it opened. I poked my head in. My eyes were blinded by the transition from the bright light of the outdoors to the darker unlit indoors. "Hello, anyone here?"

The figure came towards me as I was still blinking and unable to see. "May I help you?" a voice with a British accent asked.

"Yes, I'm looking for my boyfriend Sean; he said to meet him here. Is he here?"

"Never heard of him," came the voice.

"Oh, are you sure? This is 8412 Jefferson isn't it? I am at the right place aren't I?"

"Only if you're looking to give a guy one hell of a blowjob," came the answer as the figure came to a stop only a few feet away from me.

"I beg your pardon?" I said, shocked by the man's crude statement.

The stranger laughed and said, "You heard me. You know you'd love to have my big cock in your mouth."

"Listen you pig, I don't know who you think you are, or why you think you can talk to me that way, but..." There was laughter and it was familiar to me.

"Sean? Sean, is that you?" I asked, squinting at him.

"Yeah," Sean said with a laugh, and then moved right in front of me, grinning.

"You… you jerk! That wasn't the least bit funny!" I was fuming at his little joke, but God, that smile of his was a killer. It turned his face into that of a mischievous young boy... almost... if the boy had been blessed with the muscled body of a Greek God and a coif of jet black hair that begged you to run your fingers through it. I could never stay mad at him when he flashed me that grin, and he knew it!

"Sorry babe, I couldn't resist. Forgive me?" he asked as he put his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

"Yes, I forgive you," I replied and then he kissed me.

"Where's the rest of your crew?" I asked looking around after the kiss ended.

"The rest of the guys are on another job. This place is almost done. I'm just doing some finishing touches, like trim work and stuff, so the store can get set up in time for the Grand Opening," Sean said motioning at some of the store's boxed stock and display units that were scattered about. "But it's a one man job."

"Why are the lights off if you are working? I thought no one was here when I arrived."

"Keeps it cooler. Air conditioning is not turned on yet. Owner is a cheap bastard and won't put it on until the store opens. The lights are halogens and hot as hell without any air conditioning. Window gives enough light for what I'm doing," he said, pointing at the large picture window next to the door.

"I see. So why am I here?" I asked. "What was so urgent that you needed me to come by your job site at exactly 3:30?"

"Didn't I tell you already?" Sean frowned. Not a real frown, but a pretend frown, if you know what I mean.

I frowned myself, in concentration. "No, I..." and then it hit me what he meant, "You don't mean that joke about the blowjob?"

"Who said it was a joke?" Sean grinned. "Since I'm all alone here, I thought it would be hot to have you come by and give me a blowjob. It would be so hot, to do it here, don't you think?"

I looked at Sean. We'd met through a mutual friend about three months ago during the summer, and hit it off immediately. We started dating two weeks after we met. The entire summer had been a madcap, sexual adventure. Sean was a sexual dynamo, and most of our sexual encounters were in his bed, but just a month ago we fucked out on the balcony of his apartment. He fucked me with me leaning onto the balcony's edge, looking out over the street below.

The balcony was solidly enclosed up to waist high, and the street was deserted that late, but if anyone in the building across the street and higher up than us had looked out the window they would have been able to see us! Doing it out on the balcony and possibly being seen made me nervous, but it turned Sean on so much, and it showed in the fucking he gave me. So, after him wanting to do that, his asking us to have sex in this store wasn't too off-the-wall.

Being that we were in a store that wasn't open yet, allowing us total privacy, I didn't mind giving him what he wanted, so I looked at Sean and grinned. "That might be kind of exciting. Where's the storeroom?"

"Nuh-uh!" Sean shook his head. "Right out here."

"Here?" I said, shocked.

"I cleared this area out so we'd have room."

"But... but..." I was stammering because while the store was closed, there was that big picture window and a sidewalk that ran right in front of it. "What if someone looks inside?" I asked him.

"The window reflects back a lot of the light," Sean pointed out, "Especially with the lights out inside here."

"But the owner has already put some items in the window. What if somebody stops at the window to take a look... and then looks up?"

"That's what makes it exciting, just like on the balcony," Sean said with that smile of his. "What's the matter, Julie, losing your spirit of adventure?"

"Uh... no," I said slowly. It's just that doing it on a balcony at night in the dark is one thing…" I looked at the window again, "but I don't feel comfortable doing it out here in the open, in view of this window, in the middle of the day."

I looked back at Sean and found that he had used my brief moment of distraction to unzip his fly and take out his cock.

"Come on, Julie," Sean said as he waggled his cock at me. "Nobody is paying the place any mind. Why would anyone stop and look through the window anyway? C'mon Jules, suck it for me! Get down on your knees and suck this big dick! You know you want to." A wide teasing grin was spread across his face.

God, he had a beautiful cock on him. Just seeing it made me practically drool, and I wanted it. Still, I hesitated with some uneasiness about our surroundings.

"Come on, you know you want it," Sean goaded again. "No one's going to see, but the riskiness of it all, the chance that someone might is what it's all about."

Damn it, his cock was turning me on so much, and Sean was probably right, why would anyone stop to peer through the window of a store under renovation? Another wag of his cock in my direction, accompanied by that grin of his, did me in, and I took a few steps forward, got down on my knees, took his cock in my hand and began to gently stroke it, hoping no one would see us.

Sean put his hand on my shoulder and moved my position as he too moved. He had now aimed us so we were sideways to the window. That made me nervous, but when Sean said "Suck me!" my desire far outweighed any nervousness I was feeling.

"Tell me if anyone looks in the window, okay?"

"I will, I will," Sean replied, grabbing at my head and pushing it at his cock.

Opening my mouth, I let it enter and then began to give my boyfriend the blowjob he so desired. "Oh yeah! That's it. Mmm, feels so good baby. Oh, yeah, suck me!" Sean urged.

"A woman just stopped in front of the window and is looking at the display!" Sean announced only a minute or so later. I started to pull off him but his hand quickly fell to the back of my head, keeping my mouth firmly planted on his cock.

"God, it is turning me on so much! Fuck, I hope she looks up and sees what we are doing! Suck it, Jules, suck it! Don't stop! I want her to get a good show if she does look."

I whimpered as I kept sucking, wanting to stop, not wanting to be seen by anyone.

"Damn, she left and didn't see a thing!" Sean said in a disappointed tone and released his hold on my head.

I pulled back, slowly, my saliva coating his cock as I moved, his cock being milked by my lips as I let that moisture splay over his length, a little at a time, and then I began a slow cadence back and forth.

"Two girls just slowed down by the window… shit, they kept walking! Fuck, why couldn't they have stopped and looked through it!" Jeff grumbled, and then he gasped. "The one girl just motioned to her friend and they're coming over to the window!" Sean said excitedly. "They're looking at the stuff on display!" Yes! They're looking up!" I tightened my lips on his cock and slid it all the way down my throat, trying to hide my face from view in his crotch. "Ah shit, they're walking away." Sean groaned, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"They didn't see anything when they looked up, did they?" I asked, pulling off his cock.

"No, nothing, damn it!" Sean said as his hand caught my head and pushed it back down onto his dick.

"Oh god, a guy just stopped to look at the window display!" Sean said excitedly a few minutes later, and his dick felt like it got even harder in my mouth as he spoke the words. The guy at the window was all the aphrodisiac he needed, his oblivious looking at the items in the window display, not knowing a guy was getting his dick sucked by his girlfriend just beyond him.

"C'mon suck me faster, harder, suck it good Jules! I want him to see my girlfriend down on her knees going crazy on my cock!"

I didn't want the guy to see us at all, but Sean's cock always made me lose control of my senses, and I drove my mouth onto his cock with all the force of a hammer-blow! I hit the wall of his body, my nose deep into his pubic hairs, his entire shaft shoved down my throat.

"Uhhh!" Sean groaned and threw his head back. "Fuck yeah, Jules! Suck that cock… Shit he's leaving! That guy hung around so long, I thought for sure he was going to see us," Sean whined, and then he reached down to me and said," Stand up, baby."

"What? Why? Don't you want me to make you cum?"

"Of course I do, but I wanna cum from fucking you. Take off your clothes," he urged.

"Here? No, we can't do that here!" I said pointing at the window.

"All those people stopped and no one saw a thing. No one will see. Please Julie, please! Coming so close to being seen has me so turned on that now I just gotta fuck your tight pussy! Right here, right now! Please!"

I loved it when Sean begged to get between my legs, but still, I just couldn't get undressed and get fucked in view of that window. "You can fuck me, but not here, in the back of the store."

"C'mon babe, I wanna do it here!"

"No! If you want to fuck me you can fuck me in the back room or not at all," I said adamantly.

"Fine!" Sean agreed reluctantly. I knew he would agree because, like most guys, he wasn't going to pass up the chance to slip his dick inside a pussy no matter what.

Moving to the back, we entered a room that was set up as a kitchenette for the future staff of the store.

"C'mon, get naked!" Sean encouraged the minute we entered the room, excitedly stripping off his clothes as he said it.

Once we were both naked, Sean patted the table that was in the room and instructed me to lay on it on my back.

Once I had, Sean got between my legs and spread them apart. Instead of mounting me and jamming his cock in me, he shoved his face between my legs and started eating my pussy. Now, I'm no whore, but I've had my fair share of guys and the one thing I loved about Sean was that he knew how to eat pussy better than any other guy I'd been with. And, unlike a lot of guys who just did it because they felt they had to, Sean absolutely loved to do it.

After working over my clit with his tongue and finger-fucking me at the same time, Sean jumped up, and before I even knew it he had slid his hard cock into my pussy and was fucking me.

"Oh god, yes!" I moaned. "Fuck me, Sean!"

Suddenly the back door opened, and, surprised, both Sean and I turned to look.