All Male Fiction: The Staff Party

By: canoehead & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

After I graduated from high school, I decided I didn't want to go to college. It wasn't that I couldn't get in - I had gotten decent grades – or that my parents couldn't afford it. I was just never very fond of school and had no interest in seeking higher education. I preferred to learn on the job.

After several minimum wage jobs, I landed a job with a big company. My high school buddy, Nathan, had gotten hired there about six months prior and had told me they were hiring again. I dropped off my resume and ended up getting one of the available jobs. It was an entry-level position (as was Nathan's job. We actually worked in the same department) but it paid way more than minimum wage and there was the opportunity to learn and move up in the company over time.

Tonight the company was having a party for the staff. The company had recently taken over another company and the party was a way of thanking the staff for all of their hard work during the acquisition. It was a dry event, and, at twenty, both Nathan and I were underage by a year anyway, so the two of us would sneak down to the locker room every hour or so to drink some beer we had hidden in our lockers.

Our workplace provided workout facilities for the staff and we had a great locker room to go with it - showers, and a sauna – which afforded lots of opportunities to see my co-workers naked. Nothing ever happened, though. This was a professional workplace and most of the other male employees were much older than Nathan and me. There were some who were in their late twenties and thirties, but most were in their forties and fifties. In fact, Nathan and I were the youngest guys working there. Still, I got to see a lot of nice cocks and asses - older, younger, it didn't matter.

Nathan and I had never done anything sexual together. In fact, he had a reputation for his experiences with the ladies. And, having seen him naked many times, I can see why. He was solid, muscular, and had a long, fat cock.

On our fourth trip down to the locker room, we were enjoying another beer and Nathan was telling me about one of our female co-workers, Lisa, with whom he had hooked up. Nathan was leaning against the lockers and I was sitting on the bench about five feet away from him as he told me what they had done together in bed and how he'd nicknamed her the 'screamer'.

We both laughed as he told of her screaming when he fucked her, and then I tried to mimic her getting fucked by Nathan: "Fuck me, Nathan. Yeah, c'mon, give me that big diiiiiiick…" I squealed the word dick and then I covered my mouth with my hand and let out a scream into it.

Nathan was laughing at my imitation and said, "Yeah, take it, bitch, take my big fuckin' cock!"

I stopped screaming into my hand when he said that and snuck at look at his crotch. Nathan looked like he had started to get boned up. Not even noticing where my eyes were, his hand fell to his crotch and he rubbed it through his pants and said, "Man, I need to get laid tonight! I am so horny!"

It had been a while since I'd had sex too, so I rubbed myself as well and said, "I hear you, man."

We both got kind of quiet as we continued to casually rub ourselves through our pants. Nathan's gaze stayed affixed upon his own crotch while mine stole glances at his as well.

A few moments later, Nathan broke the silence. "You want to jerk off together before we go back up?" he asked rather casually. "I gotta drop a load so bad."

There was nothing I wanted more than for that to happen, to see Nathan's cock, to see it rock hard, to see him cumming, but I didn't want to sound too excited by the idea so I decided to just respond as casually as he had asked the question, making sure to put it on him, his idea. "Sure, I mean, I'm pretty horny, too. So, if you really want to, then I guess I'd be cool with it."

Nathan didn't respond, verbally anyway. He just pulled down his zipper, whipped out his cock, and began pumping it.

"Oh. You want to get off right here, both of us, in front of each other?"

Nathan nodded. "Unless you're too chicken shit. But if you are, I'm gonna think you have a small dick and you just don't want me to see it," he laughed, taunting me.

"Fuck, I don't care if you see mine. I just never thought about jerking off with another guy before," I lied.

"Yeah, me neither," Nathan said. "And I probably would never do something like this with any other guy, just you, because you’re a good friend and I know you won't tell anyone… and because I'm so horny, had a few beers, and just don't wanna get up right now," he finished with a laugh.

"Yeah, same here," I said and pulled out my own cock and began stroking it.

For all the times we'd hung out naked in the change room during high school and the locker room at work just talking, or in the showers, it didn't seem awkward at all.

As he jerked, he leaned his head back against the locker and closed his eyes, affording me the opportunity to take a good look at his cock as he was pulling on it. It went from semi-hard to fully hard pretty quickly. "Holy shit!" I said. "No wonder Lisa screamed when you put that in her!"

Nathan opened his eyes and lifted his head. He had a big grin on his face. "Yeah," he said, "it is pretty big."

"Pretty big? It's huge!"

Nathan's grin got wider. It was a proud grin. And then he looked at my hard cock. "Yours is a decent size, too."

"Decent? Next to yours, I'm tiny."

"Well, next to mine, yeah, yours does look kinda small, but you're definitely not tiny. How many inches you got?"

"Six," I said. "How many you got?"

"Nine-and-half," Nathan said, that proud grin returning again.

The entire conversation about our cock sizes combined with watching Nathan stroke his huge cock had me close to cumming, and I didn't want to cum yet, not so soon, not that quickly in front of my buddy, and, I wanted to cum watching Nathan's big cock squirt. So I looked away, closed my eyes, and kept jerking.

A minute or so later I heard movement from Nathan and opened my eyes to find him stripping completely naked, and then he moved to stand right in front of me with his big, pre-cum oozing, rock-hard cock inches away from my face.

All Male Fiction: Hard at Work

By: xxxadamw & Ryan Michaels

 

 

As warehouse supervisor, Martin had a small office hidden in the back of the warehouse. He liked the opportunities it gave him to think without distraction. Sometimes it was work that occupied his mind, but today his thoughts were focused on last night's hot hookup.

Martin was thirty-two years old, stood six foot tall, had a medium build and a seven-inch cut cock, and was versatile. These are all things he listed in his profile on a gay cruising site, along with a face pic and a picture of his hard cock. The guy had found Martin's profile and suggested a meet. Martin massaged the front of his pants as he recalled the enthusiasm of the inexperienced student and his impressive eight-and-a-half inch uncut cock.

As Martin contemplated the student's oversized rock solid rod his own grew stiffer, requiring more attention from his hand. His erection was now clearly visible, the crowning feature of his prominent bulge, and Martin could feel his pre-cum moistening his cockhead and underwear.

A cough startled him.

Standing in front of him was a smartly dressed man of about twenty-five with a slightly sheepish look. The door had obviously not been completely closed and Martin's visitor had clearly seen him playing with himself.

The stranger introduced himself. "Hello. I'm Mr. Simmons from the auditors."

Martin looked the auditor over. He stood about 5' 8", with mousy brown hair - probably only a couple of years out of college. He hoped that this young guy would be too embarrassed to mention anything about what he had just seen.

Martin introduced himself and then said, "I wasn't informed about an audit," as his eyes lingered on the man's crotch for a moment, which didn't go unnoticed by the auditor.

"We like to make surprise visits," the auditor replied with a smile and then finished with, "Although it looks like I was the one that got a surprise this time," as he shut the door behind him. "I don't want to interrupt what you were working on, though," he said as he closed the blinds. "So is there anything I can give you a hand with before we get started with the audit?"

All Male Fiction: The Awakening (Part 1)

By: Lucas Miller & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

My sister had arranged a golf weekend for her husband, Jim, and his brother, Jeff, and she wanted me to go, too. My sister was the jealous type, and although her husband gave her no reason, she always assumed he would flirt with or even sleep with other women if he was away somewhere without her. I didn't really want to go. Although I knew how to play, I wasn't really into golf, but she insisted, and I reluctantly agreed to go along. My life changed that night.

It started out horribly. The first thing I learned was that my sister didn't make any reservations, and there was a golf tournament going on at the very course we had planned on playing. All the major hotels were filled, and so we spent most of the first day calling different hotels to find a place to sleep that night.

We eventually found a motel with a vacant room. When we arrived it was late and we were just happy to have a place to sleep. The room had two double beds and we set about determining who would get the one bed to themselves and who would have to share the other one.

"I think you two should share since you are brothers," I suggested.

"Well, I think you two should share," Jim said. "Jeff's my brother and you're my brother-in-law… and I don't want to sleep with either of you," he joked.

"Fine with me," Jeff said.

"Fine, whatever," I grumbled. At that point, I just wanted to get some sleep.

We then all got ready for bed. I usually slept in the nude but kept my boxers on since I was sharing a bed with another guy. I got in bed first, and when Jeff slid into bed he too wore only his boxers.

When Jim climbed into his bed he joked and said, "Sleep tight boys," and then turned the lights out.

I lay on my back afraid to move around. Here I was in bed with another guy and we were only inches away from each other's near-naked bodies.

Ever since I was in my teens I always jerked off right before I went to sleep every night. It had become somewhat of a ritual to help me fall asleep. If I didn't do it I would lie awake for hours sometimes. When that happened, a quick jerk off and I would soon fall asleep. As I continued to lie there on my back, inches from another guy, I still felt I had to masturbate before I could get any sleep.

Soon I heard the snores of Jim. I listened carefully to determine if Jeff was asleep, too. He hadn't moved much and was quiet, and I was almost certain that he had drifted off. I slowly moved my hand down under the sheets. I found the crotch of my boxers and gently rubbed it. My cock began to grow. I stopped to check again that everyone was still asleep. Satisfied that they were, I parted the opening to my boxers and pulled out my now hard dick.

All Male True Experience: Frat Brother Lust

By: J.B.

 

 

I'd like to share with you the first time I ever did anything with another guy. It was during college, and it was with a fellow frat brother. Before that experience, I had always considered myself a bit curious, but not bisexual or anything. I was totally straight as far as I knew. Now, in large part to that first experience, which opened my eyes to where my desires lay and to whom I really was, I live my life as an out and proud bisexual.

It all started during pledge week - contrary to popular belief, being a pledge and enduring 'hell week' doesn't involve blowing your frat brothers and being forced to take cock up your ass. Sure, they make you do humiliating things, and yes, sometimes nudity is involved (for the sheer humiliation factor) but, in general, nothing sexual usually takes place, as far as pledging rituals are concerned... except in porn.

Anyway, all of us lucky pledges had been assigned to clean the frat house after a party that had taken place the night before. We, of course, were made to wear frilly aprons and nothing else while we cleaned. My fellow pledge, Mark, and I were assigned to clean the bedrooms, while other pledges were also dispersed in teams of two to clean other areas of the house.

"Oh, man," Mark said as he moved to the bed to strip the sheets from it, and he made a face.

My eyes stared down to where his were looking. On the floor lay a used condom. I chuckled. "Go ahead, Mark. Pick it up."

He winced in disgust. He shook his head.

"Pussy," I laughed and then bent down and picked up the condom by the open end. Then I dangled it in front of Mark's face.

"Eww, gross! Fuck off!" he scowled as he pulled his head back.

I laughed and pulled the condom away. "Do you realize that this will be us one day soon?"

"What, making guys clean up our shit?"

"No. Well, yeah. But what I meant was, once we become official frat brothers we'll be getting tons of pussy, too."

"Yeah, you think so?" he laughed.

"Dude… you tell me," I said dangling the condom at him, this time from a distance.

"Well, I hope so. Fuck do I hope so!" Mark said as he began to pull the sheets off the bed and I tossed the condom in the trash bag.

"Me too! I'm gonna tell you something," I said as I moved over to him. "You got to promise you won't tell anyone."

"I promise, man."

"I've never had pussy before," I whispered. "Not even a blowjob. Sad, I know."

"Guys our age still being virgins is more common than you think," Mark replied.

"Have you… ever had pussy?"

"No," Mark said quietly.

"A blowjob?"

Mark shook his head.

"Oh fuck, man. We gotta get in! If we do, we are practically guaranteed to lose our virginity. Fuck, I need to lose it! I need to get some pussy!" I exclaimed excitedly, but quietly.

"Yeah, I can tell," Mark said.

"What?" I said and looked at him, and then once again followed his eyes. They were pointed at my crotch, and when my eyes landed there I realized that my dick, although not hard, had started to swell.

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 4)

By: MrCreamJeans

 

 

 

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Jon arrived home from his friend Kenny's house and realized that he was getting quite a collection of other guys' boxers. He had Rod's shorts, which Rod had just royally creamed during their no-hands jack-off contest. And he also had two pair of Kenny's - one that Kenny gave him after he wet his pants with cum while they were walking home, plus the ones he was wearing, which he was given after the one-on-one contest with Rod.

Jon had long had a "thing" for boxers. During the summer, he was always walking around shirtless with several inches of boxers showing above the waistband of his pants or shorts. He loved seeing other guys dressed the same. He liked looking at what kind of shorts the other guys wore: the prints, the brand names, the fabric, and everything about them. And what he told Kenny was true, he did jack off thinking of girls, but he also jacked off thinking of his buddies in their boxers, especially the ones in the J.O.C.K. club.

Now in the privacy of his room, Jon pulled his shirt off and stood in front of the mirror. He carefully arranged the underwear so it showed over his jeans, and felt himself getting hard as he imagined Kenny in this outfit. The jeans were a little tighter than the ones he usually wore, so his cock couldn't poke straight out. Instead, it crawled down his thigh. As it became fully hard it looked like a thick pipe under the worn denim. Jon reached down and gave it a squeeze. The tightness of the jeans felt good, and even though he'd had a massive orgasm less than an hour ago, he was horny again, and his cock wanted to squirt, and Jon contemplated jacking off inside Kenny's boxers.

Then he had an idea. Quickly he stripped down and put on Kenny's faded and well-worn shorts first - the ones he picked up on Tuesday. They were the softest, and they were so old that Jon was certain Kenny had shot off in them before. Then he pulled Rod's shorts, still damp from his previous ejaculation, over them. Finally, he put on the boxers Kenny gave him today. He arranged the waistbands so all three shorts were showing. His cock was throbbing like crazy at the thought of what he was about to do. Now he squeezed back into his jeans, which were much tighter with the three layers of shorts underneath them, so tight, in fact, that he couldn't button the top button.

Jon looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing all these other guys' boxers! And they were all showing! And he had a big boner in them, right where the other guys got their boners! And he was wearing two pairs of Kenny's, the same guy he'd just jerked off!

Jon's head was swimming with all these thoughts. His hand covered the straining lump of his hard-on and began rubbing. As he expected, Kenny's worn shorts felt very soft and smooth against his tender prick. He could also feel a little of the cold wetness in Rod's boxers. The room reeked of cum.

Jon's eyes were riveted on the reflection of his waist where three pairs of boxers showed above his pants. The first ones were his favorites - Kenny had worn them the most, they had the coolest pattern, and they were the ones his dick was now rubbing against and getting wet with pre-cum. With his free hand he fingered the three elastic waistbands, re-arranging them to show even more. The crotch seam of the inside pair pressed into his balls. Far from being uncomfortable, it just heightened the erotic feelings.

Incredibly, he was just moments away from another orgasm. His hand was rubbing frantically over the bulge that pointed down his thigh. If he rubbed any harder he'd have to worry more about the fabric giving way than any stains he might leave. But he didn't have to worry about that. His balls were ready to eject another load.

"Gonna cream them," Jon mumbled. "Gonna cream where they cream, cream right in their boxers. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

Hot wetness shot down his leg. His cock pushed angrily at the confining layers of cloth as it splattered hot cum all over Kenny's old boxers. Despite his earlier orgasm, there was so much cum that it began soaking through all three boxers, making a small wet spot on the denim. He couldn't help rubbing his spurting cock even more, milking the last of his load through the cloth. A couple of last squirts and it was over.

Jon stood up straight and examined the damage in the mirror. His boner had softened only slightly, so it still made an obvious bulge. There was about a two inch wet spot showing through at the end, and a little of the creamy white stuff had even come through the denim. Jon couldn't help giggling. He'd just jacked off in these other guys' underpants, and it felt great. He knew he'd be doing more of it, but for now it was time to throw Kenny's shorts in the wash so Kenny wouldn't know. Rod's, however, he'd leave cum-stained for future enjoyment!

On Monday Jon saw Kenny walking to class. He glanced at Kenny's pants and saw an unmistakable bulge there. Kenny was walking around with a boner for all to see! Jon's own cock tingled as he caught up with his friend.

"Du-u-u-ude," Jon chortled, looking straight at Kenny's jeans. "What's up?"

"Ha-ha," Kenny replied sarcastically. "Shit! I don't know what I'm going to do until tomorrow, man. It's been like this all day."

"Now you know what I went through last week," Jon said.

"Hey listen, I had an idea. You still got Rod's boxers?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah, of course I do."

"Cool. I think I want to borrow those for tomorrow," Kenny said with a diabolical smirk.

Jon laughed out loud. "Oh, man! I can just see Rod's face when he realizes your jacking off in his shorts!"

"I'm not going to jack off inside them," Kenny explained. "I'm gonna wear some really soft pants and do it with my dick sticking out the fly."

"Of your pants?" Jon cried.

"No, dummy, I mean out the fly of the boxers. Kinda like freeballing, but Rod will think I creamed inside his shorts."

Jon laughed out loud. "That's great! Yeah, come by my house after school and I'll let you have them."

"Hold on. When you took them home Rod had creamed in them. Have you washed them?" Kenny asked.

"No, why?"

"Dude, I'm not gonna put on his shorts after he's worn them… especially after he shot off in them."

Jon blushed. "Uh, yeah, sure, of course not."

"So, any chance you could wash them when you get home from school?" Kenny asked.

"Uh, yeah, I can get them washed. No one will be home until five or six anyway. Gives me plenty of time," Jon replied.

"That's great, man," Kenny said. "I'll meet you after last period."

After school he met up with Jon, and they headed to his house.

The two immediately went up to Jon's bedroom. "Here are Rod's boxers," Jon said as he stuck them out at Kenny.

"Great," Kenny smirked as he took them. Then, as he noticed Jon was just standing there, he said, "What about the two pair of mine that I lent you. Can I get those back?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Jon said as he went over to retrieve Kenny's boxer shorts. He'd been hoping Kenny would forget he had them, at least for a while longer.

"Dude, you better not have creamed in my boxers," Kenny said after Jon handed them over and he immediately started to examine them. He saw the look on Jon's face and knew that he had. "D-u-u-u-u-d-e, both pairs?"

 
"I'm sorry," Jon said sheepishly as he looked at the floor, and then he looked up with a sly smile and said, "But you really should have figured it would happen when you lent them to me. You know I can't help myself."

"Yeah, I probably should've known," Kenny chuckled.

"But don't worry, I washed them," Jon assured.

"Well that's good news. But if I ever lend you another pair, no more cumming in my boxers, ok?"

"Ok," Jon said meekly and then perked up. "Hey, tomorrow's the big day. You finally get to cum!"

"Tell me about it, I can't wait!"

A few minutes later he was on his way home.

On Tuesday morning Kenny pulled on Rod's boxers and his softest pair of khakis. They were a little dressier than he liked, so he usually didn't wear them to school, but they were the softest pants he had, and he also figured they'd show a good wet spot. He then put on an oversized t-shirt. He knew he was going to make quite a stain with his dick outside of the boxers, and he didn't want to have to rely on his books to hide it. The t-shirt went down well below his crotch, solving that problem.

Kenny's boner didn't go down all through first period. As he walked to his second class he moved his books and quickly glanced down to see how obvious things were down there. Even with his loose oversized t-shirt he could tell there was a pole poking straight out from his crotch. When he got to class he sat down quickly. Jon walked into class, looked at Kenny and gave him a thumbs-up sign to encourage him.

With about fifteen minutes to go in the class, Kenny stealthily reached into his pants pocket to begin masturbating, looking forward to a release he had denied himself for days. To his horror, he suddenly realized that this was not going to work! The outside seam of the pants pocket was sewn to the leg seam. He couldn't reach his cock!

Jon noticed the seemingly frantic activity in Kenny's lap as Kenny tried to find a way to reach his boner under the cover of his khakis. Jon couldn't quite figure out what was going on, but assumed that Kenny was really going for it so he could win the contest. He began his own concealed stroking, shifting his attention back and forth between the teacher and his jack-off buddy in the next row.

Kenny had managed to get his cock through the fly of Rod's boxers, and he even got it to bend over enough to allow him to wrap his pocket-covered fist over the head. But he really doubted he could get off like that. Finally, with only about five minutes to go, he thought about Rod's technique for a hands-free orgasm. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, sat up a little and crossed his legs like he'd seen Rod do. His cock was immediately enveloped in a fold of the soft khaki material. He began moving his hips as subtly as he could.

Jon was amazed to see this. He had figured out that Kenny was trying Rod's technique but couldn't understand why, especially since Kenny had told him that he was never able to cum without stroking it. But Jon had his own ejaculation to worry about. He quietly jiggled his boner, ready at any time to squirt some juice into his shorts - just enough to make a spot that would keep him from having to do it in front of all the guys.

Kenny was getting worried. His hip-thrusting against the khakis felt good, but the fabric was kind of thin and didn't provide any pressure on his cock. He didn't think it would be enough to make him shoot his load. Once again he shoved his hand in his pocket in an effort to give his cock some additional stimulation. He found that he could pull the fabric of his pants and make it slide against his throbbing hard-on. He put his other hand in his other pocket and began a tug of war, making the cloth slide back and forth. This he thought might work. But it was too late. The bell rang signaling the end of class. The students all stood up and quickly made their way out of the room.

Jon walked over to the still-seated Kenny. "Dude, what happened?" he asked, seeing Kenny's crotch was totally dry.

Kenny was desperately pulling his pants around and staring at the small cum stain on Jon's jeans. It wasn't going to work. He sighed and the tension left his body. "Let's go," was all he said.

As the boys walked to the meeting Kenny explained about the pocket seam.

"But if you show up at the meeting without a cum spot they're gonna make you jack off right there," Jon reminded him.

All Male Fiction: Bob Has a Visitor (Part 4)

By: amtibbs

 

 

 

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Bob's heart was beating fast. He was sitting in his dorm room and it was now a quarter past nine. Nick, the lacrosse player that had caused him so much confusion and apprehension in the past twenty-four hours, was late. He was supposed to be there at nine to explain his actions at the party the night before.

 

Bob kept running the events through his mind and the waiting was making things worse. Had he done something to signal that he'd welcome Nick's sexual advances? If so, it must be so repressed that he couldn't imagine it. Regardless, why did he let Nick continue? He was certainly no match for Nick physically, but he could have left. He could have said "No thanks." He didn't believe Nick would have forced him.

Finally, there came a knock at the door. Bob stood up and immediately felt like he might pass out. He made it to the door, opened it, and there stood Nick. Bob held on to the door and looked up into the face of the four-inch taller man. Nick broke the silence by quietly asking if he could come in and get out of the hallway. Bob opened the door further and took a step back allowing Nick to enter and then shut the door behind him.

Nick looked around. It was a typical two-person dorm room with two beds, two chest of drawers, two desks, and two chairs. The beds, which could be bunked, were unstacked with one on each side wall. Bob motioned for Nick to sit down on his bed and then grabbed his desk chair and sat facing him.

Nick was beginning to worry again. Bob did not seem to be handling it well. Nick decided that honesty would be the best course of action. He might be able to bullshit a girl but he knew that Bob would see through it. He needed Bob to keep his mouth shut.

Bob had yet to say anything and was just sort of staring at Nick.

Nick cleared his throat and began, "Bob. You're a good guy. Everybody on the team likes you."

Bob sat motionless.

"I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have pulled you into my room, and I shouldn't have touched you."

Bob continued to sit motionless.

Nick was feeling queasy in his stomach but continued anyway. "I've never done anything like that here at college and it would destroy me if you told anyone." Nick thought he saw Bob's face twitch. Nick stopped talking and looked down at his feet.

Finally, Bob spoke and asked, "Are you gay? Why did you do it?"

Still looking down, Nick responded, "No, I don't think I'm gay. When I saw you in the hallway I just suddenly wanted to watch you have sex with Julie. Then when you took off your clothes and I saw your dick... you started to get hard... it had been so long since I touched one... had... had one in my mouth..." Nick's voice faded.

Bob looked hard at Nick and asked, "So you've sucked dick before?"

Nick nodded and finally looked up. "I had a buddy in High School. When we weren't getting any from any girls we'd help each other out. I guess I got to like it. There's something about a man's body... But don't get me wrong. I still like the ladies."

Bob began to understand. He knew firsthand about sexual urges and how they could be difficult to resist. "Why did you pick me?" Bob asked.

Nick paused and then said, "Opportunity. I had just fucked Julie and she was pretty wasted. I ran into you in the hall. No one was around. I figured she wouldn't remember anything in the morning. Asking you to nail her would just be me sharing... completely straight... but then I lost control."

"You didn't think I was gay or something?" asked Bob.

Nick's face brightened as he looked Bob in the face and inquired, "Are you?"

Bob sat back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. Finally he replied, "No. I like having sex with girls."

Nick found something about his feet interesting again.

But Bob hadn't finished. "I'll keep this a secret if you'll promise to keep what I'm about to say secret, also."

Nick looked at him and nodded while replying, "Of course." Here it was. The best he could hope for, a deal.

Bob took his time and chose his words carefully. "I like watching you jocks undress and pull on your straps and uniforms, and I like watching you come back in the locker room and stripping out of them and showering and horsing around. I think I've always liked a man's body too, though I've never touched one or anything."

Nick smiled. "That's cool. That's how I feel. I won't tell anybody."

"I should thank you for sharing Julie last night. I was really horny and the girl I hoped to nail disappeared. I was looking for her when I ran into you," Bob said. "I guess I should also thank you for the blowjob. It's been a while since I got one."

Nick was looking more at ease now and his stomach was feeling better. "Did you like it?" he asked.

"It was nice, but you weren't in the best position. You had me bent too far."

"Sorry 'bout that," replied Nick quickly. "When the idea struck me I wasn't even sure I could get my head between you and the bed. I thought I was doing it pretty badly at first. You didn't even notice. It wasn't until you stopped and looked down that I realized I had made a mistake."

Bob looked at Nick as he had never looked at a guy before. Nick the lacrosse player. Nick the ladies' man. Nick the good looking guy with a great athletic body. "I wouldn't say you made a mistake. I just wasn't prepared for it. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't understand... myself."

Neither spoke for a while. Then Nick asked, "Is it okay for me to say you have a very nice cock?"

Bob smiled. "Thanks. But I'd guess you're at least an inch bigger… though I didn't get a very good look in your room last night."

Nick grinned and then offered, "I'm about seven-and-a-half hard. Would you like to see?"

All Male Fiction: Bomb Threat

By: Tommyhawk1

 

 

 

I was standing by Tom when the store's phone rang just after closing. He gave a sigh, looked at me, and said, "Guess I'd better take that." One of the problems of being the store manager was in having to go above and beyond the call of duty... and of the time clock.

He took the steps into the little cubby which was the store customer service area. As he did, I watched the butt in those tight pants he had on. God, what a gorgeous ass this guy had on him! I wanted to peel him out of those pants like peeling a grape, drop down and dive into those buns with my face, probing into his deep little crevice with my tongue!

The best way to describe Tom would be "delicious." An odd adjective when applied to a person, but he has this thin-stranded shock of black hair on his head, a square face, more cute than handsome, and a body that wasn't over-muscled but nicely defined. Sort of a marvelous compact package of masculinity you wanted to just eat up. Like I said, delicious!

"Carver's Grocers," Tom answered the phone.

"Hey don't block the time clock!" Gregg said to me.

"Sorry!" I said, stepping to one side. Gregg was a big black dude. He'd never tried to intimidate me per se, but he was pretty intimidating just the same without threats. When you're big, strong, muscled, and tough-looking like Gregg, you intimidate with a single look!

"Got to get out of here. Got a pretty young thing waiting for me to come rock her world," Gregg bragged as he punched his time card.

"You always have a cute young thing waiting for you," Marvin said right behind him.

"More than you'll ever get," Gregg agreed. "What are your plans for the night?"

"Given it's now ten o'clock at night, I'm ready for bed. Some of us have to work for a living." Marvin punched his own time card.

Marvin was an eighteen-year-old fresh-faced, blond-haired, sturdy hunk, who was going to be starting college next week. Where Tom was "delicious," Marvin was more like "Yummy!"

Gregg ran the checkout while Marvin was the bagger. Me, I was the stock boy, and Marvin and Tom helped me out from time to time. That was how our little small-town store held together. We stayed open until ten, but customers were thin after about eight o'clock.

"I'm out of here," Gregg declared.

"Wait!" Tom said to him and us.

"Wait for what?" Gregg asked, sounding disgusted at the delay.

Tom was still on the phone. "Yes, there's only the four of us in the store," he said, which was followed by a slight pause, and then he said, "I've already locked the front door."

"What is this?" Marvin asked, beating me to the punch by a half-second.

"I've already locked the safe; it won't open again until eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I've got what's in the register, maybe a hundred dollars."

"Tom?" I said questioningly.

Tom looked at us and the look in those eyes was haunted. "What do you want us to do now?" he asked. "No, I haven't called the police… Okay, I won't let anyone leave. Can I tell them why?"

Tom apparently got the go-ahead from the phone, for he looked at us and said, "Caller on the phone says he's got a bomb in the store… And he's watching us all right now... We make one move he doesn't want and he'll trigger the bomb," with pauses in his sentences, as the caller was telling him what to say.

"Shit!" Gregg exclaimed, but it was more like a prayer than a curse.

"Oh, man, oh, man!" Marvin moaned.

"Tom?" I said again. "Are you sure he's watching us?" I looked around. A desk calendar was on Tom's desk, and I picked it up. "Ask him what I'm holding in my hand," I said. "If he can't tell us, he's bluffing. And if he's bluffing about seeing us, he's probably bluffing about the bomb, too."

Tom thought about it, then nodded. "Prove you're watching us. What does Felix have in his hand right now?" he said to the caller.

I held it up high enough to be seen from outside, or any camera.

That haunted look returned as Tom said, "He's watching us," and nodded to me soberly.

"Shit!" Gregg said again.

"Oh, man, oh man, oh man, oh man!" Marvin groaned.

"Look, let the others go," Tom offered. "I'll stay here and unlock the safe for you in the morning and hand over the entire amount, nearly a thousand dollars."

I looked at Tom with new eyes. He was ready to play hostage to save us! It didn't work, but I loved him more for it anyway.

"Okay, what do you want from us, then?" Tom went on, desperately. "We don't have a lot of money. This is a small town and we make deposits every afternoon. A thousand is all we have, plus what's in the register."

He listened to the man on the phone in silence for some time. "I can't do that!" he said, scandalized. Pause. "Come on, we're not like that. These are my employees and my friends. You can't ask me to..."

Another long silence. "Is that all you want of us? Not the money? Just that?"

"Just what?" Gregg demanded.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man!" Marvin went on. I would have been annoyed with Marvin if I hadn't been so damned scared myself. If he needed to say "Oh, man!" over and over in lieu of screaming, I could deal with it.

"What does he want?" I asked.

"Guys," Tom said to us, and paused, gulped hard, and then continued, "He wants us to put on a show for him."

"What kind of show?" Gregg asked.

"He wants us to... to… do it... with each other."

"Do what?" Marvin asked. 

 

Gregg got it first. "He wants us to screw each other?"

Tom nodded. "Yeah, that's about it. Only he gets to pick who does what, and with whom."

"I'm not doing that!" Gregg proclaimed.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man!"

"Will you cut that shit out!" Gregg snarled.

"What all is he expecting us to do?" I asked.

Tom relayed the question into the phone and then listened, his eyes growing wider. "Felix, he wants us all to… fuck you."

"Me?" I yelped.

All Male True Experience: Pubic Librarian

By: bookworm71

 

  

By the time I, a then twenty-three-year-old librarian fresh out of grad school, came up from the staff room to do my stint at the circulation desk I was already horny from reading an erotic gay novel on my break. The situation was made worse when, from the vantage point of the circulation desk, I could see down the length of the reference room, under one of the heavy oak tables, and straight into the lap of the young stud who sat there.

By the books he and his girlfriend had toted in I could tell that they were college sophomores. I could also tell that the boy was horny as a cockle-bur, as he kept trying to put his arm around the girl, but she kept ducking, and every time he tried to kiss her she'd turn her head, giving him a mouthful of frizzy blonde hair. He kept jiggling his legs nervously, and every once in a while he'd reach down and give his cock a furtive, loving squeeze. I could also see that he had a raging hard-on.

Watching that young stud grope himself would have driven me half-crazy with lust if I'd let it. Instead, I distracted myself as best I could, checking books in, and checking them out.

A chair's leg scraping on linoleum recalled my attention to the reference-room duo. The boy had stood up, in an odd posture so the girl wouldn't see his excitement, and he was saying something to her. Then, pocketing his hands to hide his boner, he marched right past me, headed for the men's room.

I knew what he'd do once he got there. Any normal, red-blooded American male would do the same. He might really need to piss, but once he'd wrapped his fingers around that bone-stiff slab of fuck-flesh he wouldn't let go until he'd jerked off that big load churning in his balls. I was willing to bet on it. And, horny as I was, I was ready to risk my job to get next to that hot boy while he milked off his horny meat. Who knows, maybe he'll need a hand… or a hot, sucking mouth. It's not like I had never done that type of thing in the library washroom before, so it was a possibility.

I hollered at Paul, the guy we'd hired to put away books and told him to watch the desk while I took a washroom break. Then, as quickly as discretion allowed, I nipped downstairs to the public men's room.

I heard the slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh the minute I creaked open the door. There were two stalls in the place, one of them occupied. When the door had swung closed behind me I bent over and looked under. I could see the college boy's faded jeans atop his high-topped basketball shoes and could hear his belt jiggle as he beat his meat, now with swifter, quieter strokes. My own cock throbbed in my gray flannels as l realized how right I'd been. Now, if I could only be right about his needing some help with his rigid young dick.

I sauntered into the stall next to his, blessing as I did so our saintly (gay) janitor, who, far from boarding up the glory hole between the two booths, maintained it scrupulously with Bon Ami and fresh paint. Rumor had it he'd bored it himself, and it certainly looked like a professional job (no rough edges); but I hadn't caught him at it so I can't really say.

The point is that there was this hole, a good three inches in diameter, in the wall between the two stalls. If I was careful I'd at least get a look at the boy's cock. If I played my cards right, before too long he'd be standing with his belly plastered against the other side of that partition while I chowed down on the stiff inches he'd slipped through the hole.

I dropped my pants and sat down on the black, hard-rubber toilet seat. Leaning in towards the partition, I bent slowly forward until I could peep cautiously through the hole and got my first glimpse of what the college boy had between his legs: a fairly large, thick, cut cock. Pre-cum oozed from the slit in its purplish head, which he was using to lubricate the smooth, pink shaft as he quietly stroked.

He had leaned well back on the toilet, affording me a perfect view of his groin. His hairy, muscular thighs fanned in and out with the motion of his right hand. His left hand toyed with his balls, rolling them between long fingers like a pair of enormous worry beads.

I risked leaning far enough forward to get a look at his face. Handsome at worst, he looked even hotter now with his sensuous mouth hanging open, face flushed, eyes closed, thinking of what… his girlfriend? I started to masturbate myself, slowly and quietly at first, gradually picking up speed and volume. Pretty soon I was going ninety-to-nothing. The tiled restroom echoed with the sound of fist scraping flesh.

He followed suit, made more daring by the sounds of my masturbation and the few low moans I ventured. I knew he was turned on by it, too, by the novelty and forbiddingness of two guys jerking off next to each other. In time he uttered a little groan of his own.

At that point I knew I had him hooked. In a whisper, scarcely audible, I asked him, "Need some help with that thing, buddy?"

A pause ensued, so long a pause that for a horrible moment I suspected that I'd made a mistake, that horny as he was, the young college stud was not going to accept my advances. But as my heart raced and I was contemplating getting out of there quick, he responded.

"Yeah," he said. His voice sounded strangled, like he was having trouble getting the word out.

I crooked a finger through the glory hole. "Put it through and I'll suck it for you," I said.

There was another pause and I thought I'd lost him, expecting him to bolt at any second.

"I dunno," he finally quavered. "Maybe I better just beat off."

"Suit yourself," I said. The difficulty of trying to sound nonchalant almost made my voice quiver, too, but I managed to keep it under control. "You ever had a blowjob?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"From a guy?"

"Nah, just my girlfriend."

"She ever deep-throat it for you?"

"Nah, she just kinda puts her mouth over the head and sucks on it while she jacks me off."

"No offense to her, but that's no blowjob. A real blowjob is when they take it all down their throat, you know, like the way you do her cunt, cramming your dick in until it's all in, right up to the balls."

He groaned quietly at my description.

"Why don't you let me show you what a real one feels like?"

Yet another pause, then he said, "Sure, why not." You could hear the shrug in his voice. He stood up, turned to face the partition, and moved towards me.

For my money there's no more beautiful sight than a hot cock coming at you through a glory hole. This one was particularly beautiful, and straight in all senses of the word. This was one cock I was going to relish closing my greedy lips around.

All Male True Experience: Room With a View

By: Unknown Author

 

 



When I first moved to the West Coast, I moved into the upper floor of an old house. On one side of my house, the others that had been there had been torn down some years ago and the land was made into a parking lot. On the other side, the next two houses had been turned into offices, one a lawyers' office, the other a doctors' office. Next to those was an empty lot, and next to that was an old, abandoned garage, which was right on the corner.

Across the street, all of the old houses had been torn down, and in their place a two-storey YMCA had been built. It wasn't the best street in the world, but it was all I could afford, and it had its advantages. It was pretty quiet at night, and, I soon discovered, had a great view, a view that is, from my living room window, right into the second level of the YMCA, where the sleeping quarters were. I had some great views of some pretty hot guys, mainly just seeing them getting undressed or walking back in their room from the showers and taking off their towel before putting on their underwear or getting in the bed.

Besides being a place full of men, this YMCA was used a lot by the military. Some of these guys stayed for weeks at a time, while others only passed a night or two. Regardless, I got totally adept at juggling a pair of binoculars in one hand and my horny cock in the other as I took in their naked bodies and dangling cocks.

One guy, who stayed for a long time, had that look of the perfect boy next door, only in uniform. He was a horny little bastard too! Every night he'd come in, strip off his clothes, pull out a girly magazine from under his bed and beat off for hours at a time.

Naturally, I was watching and beating right along with him. Once, I even invited some friends over to look. We had a circle jerk and fought over the binoculars while that horny kid unknowingly put on a show for us across the street.

There was a pretty good coffee shop on the ground floor of the Y, and I often ate supper there when I was too tired after work, or just too plain lazy to cook for myself. One evening as I was mowing down on a tuna melt, I glanced up and saw that the young sailor I'd been watching had come in and was sitting in a booth facing me. This was the first time I had ever come across him, outside of my window, and I couldn't help but stare and got mental images of him lying on his bed naked, beating his meat.

He eventually caught my stare, and when he did his expression was hostile at first, but then his look softened and he even smiled and nodded. I returned the smile and nod and went back to finishing my dinner, only daring to look up at him again when I saw him getting up to leave, managing to get a good look at the guy's hot little ass, crammed into the pair of faded blue jeans he was wearing while off duty.

Figuring he was going to head back to his room, and most likely beat an after-dinner load from his cock, I hurriedly finished my supper, dropped off my tray to the return area, and headed to the washroom to take a quick piss before running across the street to my house to take in the show that would hopefully be taking place.

When I pushed through the washroom door I was a bit surprised to find the sailor standing at the sink washing his hands. A smile and nod was exchanged once again, and I headed over to the urinal to relieve my bladder.

I had barely finished taking my dick out of my pants when the sailor boy walked over and took position in front of the urinal next to mine. I kind of thought that was odd. Not only had he already been in there for a few minutes before me, plenty of time to take a piss, but most guys use the washroom first, and then wash their hands, not the other way around.

"I know you?" he asked, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of him.

"Don't think so," I replied, also staring straight ahead at the wall.

"Hmm, I saw you looking at me and at first I was annoyed that you were starin', but then I thought you looked familiar and figured you were lookin' because you thought you knew me too. You sure we don't know each other? I could swear I've seen you somewhere before."

"I live across the street," I told him. "And I come to the coffee shop at the Y for supper quite a lot, so maybe you've seen me here before, or seen me outside my house."

"That's it!" he exclaimed. "You're the guy who's been watching me with binoculars from across the street."