All Male True Experience: Stag Party Surprise

By: 9_inch_mark

My best buddy was getting hitched, and a bunch of his pals had pitched in to throw him a real, no-holds-barred stag party to celebrate the end of his freedom. We had rented a huge hall, stocked an ocean of booze, good food - and of course, a stripper to liven things up.

The night of the party, I was feeling no pain. I'd downed quite a few drinks, and I'd been getting off on watching my soon-to-be-hitched buddy dancing up on the stage with the stripper. Well, at least he was having a good time.

I had to take a piss, so I went off looking for the can. It was an old place, so the toilet was down about a mile of corridor. I went past the kitchen, storerooms, locked doors - you name it. When I finally got to the men's room, my damned teeth were floating!

I yanked my zipper down and hauled out my dick, letting out a big sigh as a heavy stream of piss began to splatter the trough-style urinal. I was about in mid-stream when I heard the door open and another dude stepped up next to me. I sidled over to give him some room and just kept right on pissing.

"Next best thing to a blowjob, right?" the guy said as he let fly as well.

"If you say so, dude," I replied.

I looked over to see who was talking to me. He was one of the waiters we'd hired for the party - a young fellow with blond hair and this real innocent look on his face. Fucker looked like he was probably a choirboy when he was a kid.

"Nice-looking cock, man," he said out of the blue.

He sounded really casual, like talking to another man about his dick was the most natural thing in the world. Well, I've got a fair-sized piece of meat – even soft, I hang pretty long - but this was the first time another dude had paid me a compliment on it. If I hadn't been so high, I probably would've decked him. In any case, I sure wouldn't have done what I did.

All Male True Experience: Street Trick

By: Unknown Author

I was standing at the corner of Broadway and Mercer the other afternoon, waiting for the light to change when this dude appeared at the corner as well. He was cruising the street heavily; his skin-tight shorts and tank top practically screaming "come and get it!" Well, I definitely wanted it, and the look the guy gave me when he noticed me checking him out was pretty encouraging.

The light changed and he stepped off the curb, and I made sure to stay a couple of steps behind him so I could watch his ass move. I followed him for three or four blocks, getting hornier with every step. There are few things that I like better than dipping my wick in a hot hole, and this one looked like it was ready to catch fire at any second.

Shortly after we rounded a corner, the guy turned and started up the steps of an apartment building. I stopped right at the bottom of the steps to take in his ass one last time before he disappeared forever.

As he reached for the door, he turned and looked back in my direction, smiled, and motioned an invitation with his head to come inside. I practically took the steps two at a time, and as I reached him he held the door open for me, and I stepped inside.

Bisexual Fiction: Tag Teaming Buddies (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

Mark and Dan were the best of friends. They first met in a Biology study group and hit it off immediately. They quickly became workout partners and that transitioned into a competition for the best girls.

They didn't play any sports - though in high school both excelled in the usual, football, basketball, and baseball – but both men were absolutely amazing in terms of their bodies, having spent at least four years competing with each other over the weights.

Mark was taller at six-foot-five, while Dan came in at six-three. They were both blessed below the waist, too. Dan had an extremely thick eight inch cock and Mark had a long nine inches. Those cocks had gained a reputation all around campus. Every girl - and even a lot of the guys (through word of mouth) - knew they were the kings. These guys were in top form. Both were complete studs and they took full advantage of it.

College gave them both the opportunity to shine, catching the eye of every girl, it seemed, on campus. Both seniors, they had battled with each other for four years, trying to out-due each other lifting, and for the attention of girls. Both were continuously fucking in their dorms, sometimes next door to each other on the same night, taking the time after to speak of their conquests.

It was the first of September, and this year was their final year of college. After that the two best friends would be separated, with Mark heading to an Investment firm in New York and Dan heading to a computer programming company out West. This was their year to capitalize on the fuck scene, to get it in on with every available girl they could before college was over.

Recently, a girl named Michelle had popped back onto their radar. She had been in their classes since freshman year, but according to gossip mongers had been in a relationship since high school. That relationship ended abruptly when Michelle caught her boyfriend cheating on her with a cheerleader. Go figure.

Once the news spread around campus Dan and Mark both took bets on who would be the one to get her in bed. Dan ended up the winner of the most crucial part of the competition - getting her out on a date. He and Michelle were to hook up after class around two o'clock for a late lunch.

When that time came, they sat and talked about the usual, and the conversation definitely began to turn sexual, when all of a sudden Mark walked up to the table.

"What's up bro?" Mark asked.

"Mark, have you met Michelle?" asked Dan.

"I have now. Pleasure to meet you Michelle. Dan been boring you with all his stories?"

"We've been having a good time, though it just got better," Michelle replied with a smile. "Want to join us?"

Mark pulled a chair up and sat down, leaving Michelle in between the two studs.

They had been talking for over an hour when Dan suggested that they head over to his and Mark's dorm, and Michelle accepted.

Once back at the dorm, Michelle took a seat in a chair and Dan offered a drink, which turned into several shots. Soon the sun started going down and the mood in the room started to get pretty hot. They were all pretty drunk when Mark started kissing on Michelle's neck.

She was extremely horny at this point and both guys knew it. They wanted her and both started to pull her shirt over her head, Dan licking on her nipples and Mark kissing her neck.

Mark moved his hand towards her jeans and slid it inside, rubbing against her panties. Michelle was getting pretty wet at this point, and when Mark slipped a finger inside her panties and let it enter her pussy Michelle moaned out in pleasure. This is what these studs had wanted for a long time, and they were going to take full advantage of the situation. They had never slept with a girl at the same time and gave each other wide grins.

Michelle quickly found Dan's cock and Dan just as quickly opened his jeans and shoved them and his underwear down. Michelle started running her hand up and down the hardening shaft. She was having trouble keeping her hand wrapped around Dan's extremely thick cock. She had no hope of getting her mouth around it, but that wasn't where she wanted it anyway.

Meanwhile, Mark had had enough of fingering her; he wanted his cock inside of her. He laid her flat on the couch and took her pants and panties off in one swift move. Dan started to suck on Michelle's nipples as Mark quickly undressed, pulling his shirt over his head and then shucking his jeans and underwear. He then just as quickly positioned himself on the couch, lining his cockhead up to her quivering pussy.

Michelle had not seen Mark's huge cock but she quickly felt every inch of it when he slid into her. "Oh my god, your cock is huge, Mark!" she yelled out.

Mark kept going, knowing he got that reaction all the time and that she would loosen up quickly; his powerful thrusts would do the trick.

Dan pulled his mouth off of Michelle's tit, grabbed his cock and climbed up onto the couch straddling her. Just like her pussy, her mouth was about to get invaded, also.

As Dan pressed his cock to her lips, Michelle opened her mouth wide to accommodate Dan's thick dick as he pushed it in. She gagged trying to take it, but Dan just kept pushing his big, fat cock into her mouth. He loved feeling her mouth wrapped around his shaft. It was driving him crazy.

It was a struggle trying to take both these big cocks inside her openings, but Michelle really didn't mind at all. She never thought she would be getting it from either of these guys, let alone at the same time, and she was in heaven.

Mark kept his pace, in and out of her now very wet pussy, edging her on, making her take all of his long dick, "You're so hot Michelle. I love seeing my cock in you! Take it all! Yeah!"

"Yeah, take all of my buddy's big cock! Take all of my big cock, too!" Dan said, shoving it in her mouth, causing Michelle to gag.

Dan pulled back and began pushing as much of his big cock as Michelle could take in and out of her mouth in sync with his buddy's thrusts.

Michelle's tight pussy had Mark getting really close already, which was a common problem for him, so he slowed down and pulled out.

As Mark stepped back, Dan pulled his dick out of Michelle's mouth and pulled her up from the couch. Dan and Mark led Michelle to Dan's bed, both stud's knowing that they were nowhere close to being done.

All Male Fiction: The Awakening (Part 2)

By: Lucas Miller & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

Read Part 1

 

When I woke up the next morning, Jeff was gone. Jim was up already, rummaging through his suitcase. He obviously hadn't showered yet as his hair was sticking up in dry clumps and he was wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. They clung to his body revealing a nice-sized bulge in the crotch. I stayed in bed with the covers over me to hide my morning erection.

"You want the shower first?" Jim asked when he noticed that I was awake.

Since my cock had returned to a limp state I nodded and got out of bed. I pulled some clothes from my suitcase and went into the bathroom.

To my surprise, Jim followed.

"I'm gonna shave while you shower if that's okay?"

I couldn't disagree; he was already running the water and preparing the lather. I slipped my boxers off with my back to him and jumped into the shower. The water felt nice against my body, caressing every inch of me.

"I didn't know that…" I heard Jim say from outside the shower. His voice faded, though, and I missed the end of his thought.

Poking my head out from behind the curtain, I asked what he had said. He looked at me through the reflection in the mirror as he shaved and said, "I didn't know that you were a fruit, too."

"What?"

"Fruit. Homo. Fag."

"I'm not," I replied nervously.

"Sure you are. I heard you and my brother last night. It certainly sounded like you were having fun." He gave me a grin.

I couldn't answer. I was caught. What if he told my sister? I tried to think of an excuse; some other reason that I was moaning with pleasure last night.

"It's not a big deal. I just didn't know you were gay. Your sister doesn't, I know that!"

As he shaved with one hand he scratched his balls through his underwear with the other. My cock began to grow. Was he as big as his brother?

"You're not going to tell her, are you?" I pleaded.

"Of course not, it's your life. But you should be more careful if you're worried about people finding out. Having sex with another guy while your brother-in-law is just a few feet away isn't being careful." He gave me a wink and removed the last of the shaving cream from his face. "Tell me something, though."

I was a bit more relaxed now and felt I had his confidence. "What's that?" I put my head back behind the shower curtain and continued with my shower.

"What does it feel like to have a dick up your ass?"

"I don't know," I replied. It wasn't a lie.

The shower curtain opened and he stepped inside. He was fully naked now. "Well, what do you do? Suck cock?"

Straight Fiction: Revenge Gone Wrong

By: Violette & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

A large project had me spending more time at work than at home, keeping me at the office late into the evening, almost every night for the past few months. The late hours took their toll on me; leaving me exhausted by the time I got home each night, which left little time for me and my boyfriend to spend time together, intimately or otherwise. But, when the day finally came where the deadline was met, I was looking forward to getting home to my boyfriend and making up for all the long hours away from home… all night long.

Before the work project took over my life, I normally got home around five o'clock, and Jeff, my boyfriend, got home around six o'clock. On this day, however, with the project now completed, my boss sent me home early as a reward for my efforts and all the late hours, and I got home around three o'clock. The first thing I did was take a nap, to rest up and gather some energy for the long night of fucking that lay ahead.

After I woke up, I was able to get all washed, brushed, scented and sexy just before Jeff got home. Then I arranged myself sexily on the chair that sat next to the couch, putting his long overdue 'meal' on display for him. As I heard the key go in the lock, I licked my lips and hung one leg over the arm of the chair, and as the door opened and he walked in, right behind him was his brother!

There I was in the finest pink satiny French-cut panties and push-up bra Victoria's Secret had to offer! I didn't know what was more humiliating; having to show them my almost bare ass when I jumped from up the chair and dove for the blanket that was hanging on the back of the couch, or the fact that through their barely hidden smiles, they were less embarrassed than I was!

Then, as I was on my knees on the couch, my see-thru panty covered ass on display as I grabbed for the blanket, I heard a click and looked over my shoulder to see that Jeff's brother had taken out his cell phone and snapped a picture of me like that!

Getting the blanket around myself, I made a hell of a fuss about what his brother had done, cursing left and right. Jeff tried to get me to relax, promising that he'd make sure his brother deleted it. Somehow I doubted that to be true. It wasn't like I was naked, and I got the feeling that Jeff liked the idea that his brother thought his girlfriend was hot, sort of an ego stroker or something and, knowing his brother was looking at my pic and getting jealous of what he had would be even more of an ego booster.

I couldn't have been more furious! An urgent desire to cold clock them both began to well up inside me. Needless to say, my inner bitch wasn't buying that it would be deleted and I wasn't having it. But before I could unleash my rant on them, I was hit with more news.

Apparently, big brother wasn't just coming by to hang out for the evening; he was moving in. His woman had put him to the curb after another heated exchange and he needed a place to crash. So what better way to clear his head than spending time with his younger brother, a few beers and that night's Yankee game on TV?

His name was Nick, a real player-type with friends in every corner and baby-mama drama in three states and counting. Up to now I'd always gotten the standard respect from him as "his brother's girl", and not much else. But now, I had him peeking over his brother's shoulder, wide-eyed, smirking like crazy still trying to get a good look at everything I had to offer that was none of his business, even though I was wrapped in a blanket now. By the way he was tilting his head I just knew Nick was trying real hard to sneak a peek at my sweet spot under that blanket as I sat on the couch.

On top of the whole embarrassment of being walked in on by his brother, and the pic being taken, what upset me more was that this was supposed to be our night, a long awaited night, but there was nothing I could do about that, at least for the moment. So I smiled sweetly, going along with the plan, and coming up with one of my own to get revenge on Nick for ruining my night, and to make sure that picture he took of me was deleted for sure.

Later, as the game drew to a close, and Jeff and I went to bed, he was "too uncomfortable" to have sex with his brother being right in the other room. That only fueled my fires to get revenge on his brother!

The next morning, still clad in my pink ensemble, I made my move. Sliding carefully out of bed an hour ahead of the alarm clock, I slipped on my matching robe, and then I turned on the bathroom light and shut the door. Then I crept out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. As I neared the living room, in cat-woman style, I got down low and crawled right next to the couch where Nick was sleeping.

The first thing that struck me was how similar they looked. Sure, Nick had two years on his brother, but seeing him now, you would've sworn they were twins.

Yeah, so that means he probably leaves his hot woman cold and alone to watch the damn game, too, my inner bitch growled in my head. Now make him sorry he messed up your game last night!

Further emboldened, but mostly pissed off, I sized him up, watching him doze. My plan was to pull off his covers and then I was going to gently grasp his hand and guide his thumb into his mouth. Then I was going to snap a picture of him as he slept sucking his thumb like a baby, posting it on the fridge for him and Jeff to discover in the morning. When they did, I would threaten to email it to everyone Nick knew, unless he deleted the picture he took of me, or showed me that it had already been deleted from his phone. Basically, I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine, objectify him in the same way he and most men objectify women, and see how he liked it.

What was working even better to my advantage was that I could see he was bare-chested and figured that meant he was sleeping in just his underwear, which would make for an even better picture with the scene I was going to set! Boy, was he going to be surprised when he woke up!

I gently slipped off the blanket, letting it fall to the floor, and got a surprise of my own! Nick was sleeping naked! Apparently, he was still in a state of body confidence where sleeping buck naked anywhere was not a problem. He wasn't exactly Vin Diesel, but he did still have four cans in the six-pack. Wrapped around his large chest were guns as wide as my palm. His wide lips were surrounded by five o'clock shadow but other than that, there were no blemishes anywhere on his body. His body was very similar, almost identical, to that of his brother's.

Then I got a real good look between his legs and realized that he and his brother were not exactly alike! The cock he had on him wasn't just big; it was huge compared to his brother's, which wasn't small by any means. It was longer and thicker than his brother's and was already at semi-hardness, ready to leap into action. I knew right then that there was going to be a change of plans. As much as I loved his brother, I went weak in the knees for big dicks and just had to get a feel and taste of the big cock that was right in front of me!

Licking my lips, cautiously I pressed my tongue to his bulbous tip. Slowly, I slid it all around his cap before flicking it away. To my surprise his cock bobbed up twice, as if it were trying to detect the object that had piqued its attention. With its one good eye, it seemed to search for me, stiffening even more, inviting me to give it another kiss. A wide, wicked smile spread across my face, and I bent my head to oblige.

All Male Fiction: The Nude Beach (Part 1)

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

It was a Sunday morning, nearing 10 am. I had just woken up and was lying in my bed lazily fondling my cock when my cell phone chimed. Reaching over to my bedside table, I picked it up in my left hand, my right remaining on my cock. The text message was from my friend Jeff.

"Hey, Mark and I are going to the beach, and you're coming, too," it read.

"I am?" I texted back.

"Yeah. We're going to the nude beach," he replied and that was followed by a grinning emoticon.

The nude beach! Fuck, I couldn't go to a nude beach! Mark and Jeff were my best friends, but what they didn't know, what no one knew, was that I was gay. At eighteen, going to the nude beach wasn't about the freedom or thrill of being naked in public, it was, for them, all about seeing naked women. It was an adult nude beach – in other words, no kids were allowed – and Jeff had often talked about going there as soon as he turned eighteen, just for that reason, to see naked women. I hadn't ever really thought he was serious, or if he was I figured he'd never have the nerve to actually go. As for me, well, I'd be checking out the naked guys, and I was terrified that I would get a hard-on, get a hard-on in front of my buddies, in front of everyone.

There was also the fact that I would be naked with my two best friends. I'd be seeing their cocks. Just seeing cock, anyone's cock, is enough to make my dick tingle, and their dicks were going to be totally exposed right in front of me. What if I got a stiffy from seeing my friends' cocks?

But Jeff wasn't taking no for an answer. Not wanting to raise any suspicions as to why I, a healthy, presumably straight eighteen-year-old guy was so against going to a nude beach to scope out naked women, I finally gave in, figuring that if I was that nervous about getting hard, my nervousness would actually prevent me from getting boned up.

If I was going to go to a nude beach, which apparently I was, I needed to cum first. I had planned to anyway, but now there was no time for casual fondling and eventual masturbation. I needed to play with my cock for the express purpose of making it cum. If I came before I went to the nude beach, combined with my nervousness, there was a good chance I wouldn't get an embarrassing boner in public. Although it wasn't a guarantee, I was eighteen after all. But at least shooting a load first would help to lessen the odds of it happening.

Wrapping my fist around my cock, I pumped it up and down for a minute or so, and then I flipped over onto my stomach. I began rubbing my cock against the sheets, slowly at first, rotating my hips, and then I started to hump against them. Soon I was raising my hips and letting them fall back down into the bed. I was fucking my mattress with a passion now, and it wasn't long before I felt that familiar feeling in my balls. With a final hard fuck into the bed, my cum spewed out of my cock and onto the sheets.

 
After taking a couple of seconds to catch my breath, I raised myself up onto my knees and scooped up the small wad of cum that was clinging to my stomach and licked it off my fingers. Then I put my hands out in front of me and leaned my face down and lapped up my puddle of cum from the bed sheet, and then licked the wet spot until I had eaten all of my load. I loved cum and hadn't gotten it from very many guys yet, so I always ate my own to satisfy the craving.

After getting off, I lay in the wet spot for a short while and then finally got out of bed and went and took a shower.

A couple of hours later Mark and Jeff and I were getting out of the car and heading towards the beach. There were a good amount of people there, but it was far from being crowded. Probably had something to do with it being a Sunday afternoon early in the season, and the fact that most people probably go to regular beaches.

There were a few older people in the crowd, and by older I mean old, but most seemed to range in age from early twenties to mid-forties. And, just like most people have heard about nude beaches, there were some people there that just shouldn't have been naked in public, but there were probably almost an equal amount of people in good and even great shape as well. The men also outnumbered the women.

Mark and Jeff scoped out the naked women as we found a spot to spread out our towels, making quiet comments about some of them. They didn't hesitate to start removing their clothing.

I didn't want to appear afraid to get naked so I started to undress as well, albeit more slowly than them.

When they were down to their underwear, both just yanked them down and off without any hesitation. I avoided all eye contact, knowing if I looked my eyes would go right to their dicks.

When I got down to just my underwear I momentarily hesitated, but I didn't want to draw attention to myself and risk my buddies teasing me and even looking right at me when I removed them. So I just counted to three in my head and then pulled my underwear down and off, and then I very quickly sat on my towel, legs bent, hands wrapped around them, hiding my dick from view.

"Shit! Check out the tits on that one!" Mark said quietly.

"Nice!" Jeff said. "I'd love to bury my face in those!"

"Fuck that, I'd rather bury my face in her snatch," Mark said. "What about you?"

Jeff didn't answer, and it quickly became apparent why.

"Yo, Ryan," Mark said. "Her tits or her snatch?"

"Oh, uh, tits," I replied.

"Ok, fine, you and Jeff can each take a tit, but I'd be eating that pussy. I'd eat it all day long!"

Their conversation, although spoken quietly, probably wasn't considered appropriate behavior for a nude beach, but I was glad they were saying the things they were. I certainly wasn't going to spring a rod while hearing how much Mark liked to eat pussy.

As time passed the guys were quiet, dividing their time between people-watching – well girl watching – and sunbathing on their backs or stomachs. I was doing much the same and, happily, I hadn't even felt the slightest tingle in my dick since we had arrived.

"Guys, I'll be back in a few," Mark said.

Lying on my back with my eyes closed, I placed my hand above my eyes to block the sun and looked up. Mark was standing up. He was facing away from the water and I made sure to look straight up at his face, avoiding his cock.

"Where are you going, dude?" Jeff asked as he sat up.

I sat up as well.

"I'm gonna take a walk around, check out some of the naked chicks," he grinned as he shoved his feet into his sandals.

"I'll come with you," Jeff said.

"You can't," Mark replied.

"Why not?" Jeff chuckled.

"Because it would be really obvious if two of us were walking around together."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Jeff concurred. "Ok, well, if you see a really hot naked chick I'll go check her out when you get back."

"Ok, dude," Mark replied and then wandered off.

Jeff lay back down and closed his eyes.

I remained sitting up, and then it happened: a really hot guy and his girlfriend came along the beach and stopped a short distance ahead of us. The guy bent over to spread his towel and his cheeks parted a bit exposing his asshole. I could also see his balls dangling between his legs… and my dick began to tingle!

Shit! My worst fear was coming true. I was going to get a hard-on in front of my buddy, in front of everyone!

"I'll-I'll be right back," I said. "I gotta take a leak."

"Ok, dude," Jeff said, not opening his eyes.

I stood, slipped on my flip-flops, and hurriedly made my way toward the washroom. The washroom was on the beach so getting dressed wasn't necessary, and getting dressed to go to the washroom would seem odd, to Jeff, and to everyone else. I just hoped I would make it there before I got too noticeably aroused.

By the time I got there my dick had lengthened and thickened, jutting out slightly. I scrambled into a stall, took a seat on the toilet, and began to jack off. Cumming would get rid of my horniness and, hopefully, prevent any more tingles in my dick for the rest of my time on the beach.

As soon as I started, I heard what sounded like a very quiet moan. I stopped stroking and listened. I could definitely hear a quiet wap-wap-wap sound, and it was coming from the next stall. I guess I wasn't the only guy that got aroused looking at naked people on the beach. And, since he didn't seem to mind or care that someone was in the next stall while he was beating off I figured there was no reason for me to stop either. It was actually kind of hot and made me even hornier.

When I started to stroke my dick again, the other guy moaned again. He must've known I was doing the same thing and it turned him on as much as it did me, or else he simply wanted others to know what he was doing.

Taking a cue from him, I let out a quiet moan of my own. The wap-wap-wap sound in the next stall got faster in response and was followed by another, slightly louder moan.

Then, all of a sudden, there was movement in the stall, and I listened carefully, figuring the dick-whacker next door was standing up to face the toilet because he was going to cum. But then the movement happened again, this time in the form of a finger coming under the stall wall and moving back and forth a couple of times before it disappeared.

I knew what that meant and I couldn't believe my luck. I'd come in here to take care of my dick so I wouldn't get hard in front of my buddies, and now I was about to get a blowjob!  And to think, I tried everything to get out of coming to the beach.

All Male Fiction: Buddies

By: Sean S. Johnson & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

At first, Mark and I got together to watch the latest and hottest porno movies, and then one night, both of us with bulges in our pants, decided to just go ahead and jerk off right there in front of his television. It was a little embarrassing at first to be doing something like that with someone else in the room, but then the incredible action on the screen took my mind away and before long I was spurting into the tissue that Mark had passed to me.

He was still going when I happened to look over, though, and my eyes went right down to his crotch and I got a look at his dick.

Big, fat, straining out toward the screen, and as I continued to look — watching Mark's careful but quick hand jerks — I felt a bit of a tingle in my own withered pole.

But then I turned back to watch what he was watching right then — two luscious honey-blonde babes jamming eight-inch dildos into each other's pussies — and let my dick rise for a second turn.

Then I heard Mark grunt, and when I looked his dick was pulsing out its second jet of cum by that time, adding to the gooey puddle that was already drenching the tissue Mark held in his other hand, and when the third spurt came out, I was hard.

But not for the chicks on the screen!

I backed way off! I'd never had that kind of feeling for another guy before in my life, and it scared me to death! But though I forced my eyes back to the onscreen action, I kept taking little sidelong glances back at my pal's slowly sinking dick.

And the last time I looked Mark was grinning right at me.

"You know," Mark said, smiling, "for the next round, I could... suck it for you while you watched. I wouldn't mind, you know… if you don't..."

I started to shake my head but didn't.

Couldn't!

"Yeah, if you want," I whispered, and though there was a huge lump in my throat I didn't want to swallow right then and show Mark I was scared.

So, with that said, we both leaned back against the front of Mark's sofa and watched the movie. There were all kinds of things going on, but then this one particular chick was doing these three guys, and after she'd sucked on all of them she got one of them in her cunt, the other up her ass, and took the third one in her mouth.

My prick just soared!

But then Mark was sitting next to me and I looked at him.

"Want me to?" he asked, and without really thinking, I nodded.

Then I was having my dick sucked, sucked by a guy! I saw Mark's head going up and down slowly in my lap and tried to understand why I wasn't turned off by the whole thing, but then he stopped, sat up a little and smiled at me.

"Don't watch me," he grinned, "watch the movie."

So I did. I raised my eyes and saw a close-up of what that chick's ass looked like with two thick cocks curving into her, but felt the warm, wet mouth gliding up and down over my hard dick and looked down again.

Then, without really meaning to, I put my hand gently on Mark's head and ran my fingers through his soft hair.

He looked up.

"Let me return the favor, huh?" I asked, not even believing the words were actually coming from my mouth.

Mark half frowned, half smiled. "But you haven't cum yet," he said, and I just shrugged.

"Fair's fair, right?" I said, and then Mark nodded, took a breath, and leaned back against the front of the sofa.

I didn't know what to do, but I knew everything. That's how my mind was going at that point. Then, before I could go on thinking about it, I leaned down, opened wide, and took my buddy's cock in my mouth!

My dick just about shed its skin from how stiff it rose up just then, but then I was going down. Way down. I wanted to take Mark's whole prick into me and then, remembering something I'd learned while I'd been getting my tonsils checked as a kid, I "yawned" my throat opened wide.

It worked, as the last two inches of Mark's flexing dick slid into my mouth, the tip of his dick already going down past my tonsils, and then, without warning, cum gushed down my throat. I didn't really taste it since where it was coming out was way past my taste buds, but I felt Mark's prick thicken, and then begin to undulate.

I gulped, nearly choked, but pulled back just enough to clear my air passage and take a breath. Then I was deep-throating my buddy again, milking out more of his thick cum and listening to him gasp and sigh at the same time. It was probably the weirdest — and most incredible — thing I'd ever done, and I suddenly hoped this wasn't going to be the last time I'd get the chance.

But then Mark wanted to finish me off, so I stretched out against the sofa, watched Mark bow down over me, and then raised my eyes to the screen again.

On it, one of the beautiful chicks was just raising her head, cum splattered all over her lips and nose. It didn't take me long to cum.

And the next time Mark and I sat down to watch one of his newest movies, he simply leaned over and started sucking my dick right away.

Then, after sucking me for several minutes, Mark pulled off my prick and stood up from the sofa. "Lie back," he said.

I was already lying back on the couch and pointed out as much to him, but that wasn't what he had in mind. "No, put your legs on the sofa and lie back, stretch out," he clarified.

I positioned myself on the couch like he wanted, expecting him to kneel on the sofa between my legs and continue blowing me, but he didn't. Instead, he climbed up on the couch and squatted over me, right over my cock! He then pressed his one hand into the sofa cushion for support, and then reached behind himself, grabbed my cock and pointed it straight up, and lowered himself until I felt the tip of my cock against his hole.

"Want to?" he asked.

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 5)

By: MrCreamJeans

 

 

 

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Dave Wilson had worked in the men's wear department at Sherman's Department Store for five years and had never seen anything like it. All week, teen guys were coming in to the store to buy boxer shorts with one particular pattern. Dave didn't mind at all, he was a gay man, and he noticed that several of the teen guys had prominent bulges in the front of their pants as they paid for the sought-after shorts. He'd needed to call the other store across town to request that they transfer over their remaining stock of this particular pattern because his store was about to run out. All Dave could do was shake his head in puzzlement. What Dave didn't know was that this was the same pattern that the J.O.C.K. club had seen Kenny, Jon, and now Rod wearing when they won the cum stain contest.

Jon had been the first in this wave of purchases, having bought the boxers that matched Kenny's several days before the rest of the guys. He, too, had popped a big boner in the store while examining, handling, and buying the shorts. Since then, he'd shot a load in them nearly every day, each time remembering when Kenny and Rod had creamed inside Kenny's matching boxers.

Kenny was oblivious to all this; he had no idea that he'd single-handedly started a new fashion among the club members. What he was mostly concerned with was the new sexual aspects of his relationships with other boys. Jon lusted after him and his underwear, and Rod had kissed him behind the custodian's shed. But he had a plan to help out his new friends. He knew he had to get these two guys together.

It was the Friday after Kenny creamed in front of the whole club wearing his khakis and Rod's striped boxers. When the last class let out Kenny raced to the front of the school so he could catch Jon and walk home with him. As it happened Jon saw him first.

"Hey Kenny," Jon called out. "What's up?"

Kenny turned and smiled at Jon. "Not much. Wanna walk home?"

"Sure!" Jon said eagerly.

The boys walked for a while, talking about nothing in particular. Once they had turned the corner so that they were out of view of the school, Kenny handed Jon his books.

"Hold on to these for a sec, ok?" Kenny asked. "I'm hot!" And with that Kenny removed his t-shirt and shoved one end of the shirt in his back pocket.

Jon couldn't help but gawk. Kenny had dressed to kill that morning… to kill Jon, that is. He wore the faded boxers Jon picked out from his drawer after his "accident" last week. He also wore his baggiest jeans, which rode very low on his hips exposing lots of his underwear. And it wasn't really that hot out, Kenny just wanted to show off for Jon. Kenny could tell by the expression on Jon's face that his plan was working.

"Oh yeah," Kenny said as casually as he could. "These are the shorts you like so much." Kenny carefully pulled them up even higher.

Kenny saw Jon swallow nervously. He glanced at the front of Jon's pants and saw the start of a bulge, which got bigger until it was obvious his friend had a full-on boner in his pants.

Kenny smiled to himself. "I bet you'd like to borrow these again, huh?" he teased.

"Oh yeah," Jon sighed. When he realized how it sounded, he suddenly became self-conscious.

Kenny didn't give him time to lose his arousal. "You'd probably start wearing them as soon as you got them home," he speculated. "You'd pop a big rod, too, wouldn't you?"

Jon nodded.

"You'd probably have trouble putting your jeans on 'cause your dick would be so hard in my boxers, huh?"

Jon nodded again. Kenny saw him slip his hand in his pocket. The bulge in the front of his pants began moving. He was jacking off through his pocket while they were walking!

"I bet you'd jack off in all my boxers if I let you," Kenny laughed.

This seeming humiliation appeared to turn Jon on even more. Kenny saw the activity in Jon's lap increase.

"Dude! You gotta have more self-control!" Kenny said. "I've never seen a guy get so turned on by underwear." He played with his waistband some more. "I mean, I know they're really cool boxers and everything, so I guess I couldn't blame you for shooting off in them."

Jon's pants were jiggling frantically now.

"I had a girlfriend who really liked them, too," Kenny lied, still arranging his shorts. "One time she even made me cream in them when we were at a dance."

"AWH!" Jon cried, stopping in his tracks with a look of intense pleasure/pain on his face.

Kenny immediately looked down at Jon's pants just in time to see the first stain appear where Jon was now ejaculating under the fabric.

"Holy shit, Jon!" Kenny exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Can't you hold it?"

Wincing, Jon shook his head violently.

"Hold it, man. You're getting your jeans really wet," he urged. "You're totally shooting off in your pants right in front of me, right in the street!"

All this talk was designed to arouse Jon even more, and it was working. Jon's game of pocket pool was totally out of control, with heavy spurts of hot cream splashing against his underwear and soaking through his jeans.

There was laughter in Kenny's voice as he said, "Du-u-ude. You lost it! Fuck, it's dripping down your leg! Ha-ha-ha!"

This gave Jon one more great contraction, and then it was over. And by no small coincidence, they were just a couple of houses away from Kenny's.

Jon slowly stood erect and took his hand out of his pocket. He looked at Kenny with mock anger. "You did that on purpose!"

Kenny laughed again. "Come on, I'll let you borrow some dry things." He began walking toward his house.

Jon followed happily, realizing he was going to get to wear some more of Kenny's clothes.

Once inside, Kenny once again gave Jon free access to his underwear drawer. He even let Jon borrow a pair of his jeans. They were much shorter than Jon's but they were also looser in the waist, so Jon just let them sag.

"Can you bring my boxers back tomorrow?" Kenny asked as Jon was leaving. "I'm going to be doing laundry."

"Well I can, but I'm not sure I'll have time to wash them," Jon replied.

"That's ok. I'll do it," Kenny said. "Just get here about nine o'clock."

"Sure, see you then."

What Kenny didn't tell him was that nine o'clock was the same time Rod was coming by to return the "magic" boxers he'd creamed in on Tuesday.

All Male True Experience: Hands-On Training

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

Five years ago, I was still living at home and was still a virgin. My parents were having the house painted and papered and had hired a handyman to do the job. I recognized him as the dad of a guy in my school who was one grade behind me.

Bored and curious, I was watching him work and he entertained me by explaining how he was going to hang the paper and such. He asked me if I wanted to try hanging a piece of wallpaper and I readily agreed. He wet a strip of paper and told me to climb up the ladder so he could pass it to me. He stood on the bottom step and handed me the wet piece of wallpaper. As I leaned forward to place it on the wall near the ceiling I felt his hand on my ass, keeping me steady.

I was having trouble getting the paper aligned and he climbed a few more rungs of the ladder and reached over my shoulders to help me. I felt something strange and realized that his dick was pressing against my ass. I didn't know what to do, but I figured he wasn't doing it on purpose. He was my schoolmate's dad for god's sake!

The more he tried to help me with the paper, though, the more his dick pressed into me, and I couldn't believe it but I was getting a stiffy! Oh, I had had hard-ons before and I knew about jerkin off - a friend had told me about it three years before and I was always doing it. I have always been quite shy and didn't know what to do or say. My mom was in the next room, too. I don't think he knew I had a hard-on, but I just excused myself and left quickly, a bit embarrassed but really excited, too. I ran to the bathroom and jerked off!

After that day I pretty much stayed out of his way and let him do his work.

One day, when he arrived at the house he told my mother that he had forgotten to put his ladder in his truck and asked if we had one he could use for the day. My mom said we did and told me to unlock the shed for him and show him where the ladder was stored.

I unlocked the shed door and pulled on the handle, but it always stuck. He said he could help me with it and reached around me and grasped the handle. He gave a big yank and stumbled as the door came loose. When he tried to stop himself from tumbling backward, his hand grabbed at my front, wrapping around my thigh. As he got himself steadied he didn't remove his grasp on my leg and started rubbing his fingers against the edge of my cock and balls.

By the time I opened the door fully and stepped inside I was already hard. I guess he felt it grow or he just knew somehow, because as I reached up to switch on the pull chain light his arms encircled my waist and his hand immediately started massaging my hard dick through my pants.

I just froze, embarrassed, but I was really, really excited. I don't wear underwear, well rarely anyway, so as he unzipped the fly of my pants he had my hard, bare cock in his hands instantly. Although it felt good, this was all new to me and I was embarrassed and moved away.

As I was putting my dick back in my pants and adjusting myself, he told me it was ok and not to be embarrassed. He told me that since I didn't have a dad it was important for another man to teach me how to masturbate, that it was perfectly natural, and then he asked me if I wanted him to teach me.