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

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

All Male Fiction: Say the Wrong Thing

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

"Daddy!" moaned Annette first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess so, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That won't do!" Annette moaned.

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

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

"Okay, I'll shut up."

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

"No, mom, it matches this blouse!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thursday, September 25, 2014

All Male Fiction: The Night Caller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," I replied.

"Are you touching your cock?"

"Oh yeah," I breathed.

"Is it hard?"

"Rock hard! Is yours?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Um, that could work," he said.

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

"Hold on," he said.

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

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Straight Fiction: Grand Opening

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never heard of him," came the voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here?" I said, shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Male Fiction: Grand Opening

By: Tommyhawk1 & Ryan Michaels
 
 
 
When I arrived at the address I was given, there was a banner, a banner that read "Grand Opening," and below that in smaller letters were the words "September 15th." Just below that was the name of the book store. This was only September 12th, so the store wouldn't be opening for another three days.

I looked at the note in my hand, blinking, sunspots before my eyes - the sun had been just overhead of that banner, and the glare had been baleful - and then up at the store's numbers alongside one edge of the doorjamb. 8412 Jefferson Street. This was the right place, but they were closed. Why would Jeff want to meet me here?

There were no lights on in the store, and with the natural light outside reflecting on the glass, I pressed my hand against the window and put my face up to it. I could see a figure moving about at the far side of the store and decided I would ask them if they knew where Jeff was. He had been so enigmatic on the phone, leaving a message on the machine that he needed to see me and this was the address, to hurry up, and that I needed to be there by 3:30pm. Click--end of message.

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

The figure came towards me as I was still blinking and unable to see. "May I help you, sir?" a British accented voice said to me.

"Yes, I'm looking for a guy named Jeff; he said to meet him here," I replied. "Do I have the right place?"

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

"Jeff? Is that you?" I asked, squinting at him.

"Yeah," Jeff said with a laugh, and then moved right in front of me, grinning. God, that smile of his was a killer; it turned his face into that of a mischievous young boy… almost... if the boy had been blessed with a body of a male swimsuit model and a coif of dark brown hair that begged you to run your fingers through it. "Don't you recognize me?" he asked playfully.

I grinned sheepishly. "Well that fake accent and voice you put on fooled me, plus I was blinded by the sun coming in here. I couldn't see a damned thing." The only light came from the big picture window next to the door. "What are you doing here anyway?" I asked looking around.

"I'm working here now."

"Oh, you never mentioned you got a job. Why are you working in the dark?"

"Store's not open yet, and the lady who owns this place wants the lights kept off so people won't think we are open for business."

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

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

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

"Who said it was a joke?" Jeff grinned. "The boss lady left early, and I'm stuck here until six o'clock and figured you could come by and give me a hot blowjob while she's gone. Would be so hot, to do it here, don't you think?"

I looked at Jeff. We'd met online about three months ago during the summer, and ended up hooking up. The entire summer had been a madcap, sexual adventure. We weren't dating, not boyfriends, just fuck buddies. Jeff was a sexual dynamo, and most of our sexual encounters were in his bed, but just a month ago he fucked me bent over the balcony of his apartment.

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

Being that we were in a closed bookstore and had total privacy, I didn't mind giving him what he wanted, so I looked at Jeff and I grinned. "Sucking some cock sounds good to me. Where's the storeroom?"

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

"Here?" I said, shocked.

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

"But... but..." I was stammering because while the bookstore was closed, there was a huge picture window with a sidewalk in front of it. "What if someone looks inside?" I asked him.

"The window reflects back a lot of the light," Jeff pointed out, "Especially with the lights out inside here. And the display shelf in front of the window blocks half of it."

You mean right here?" I said, pointing right where we were now standing in the middle of the store.

"Sure," Jeff said, "Why not?"

"What if somebody stops at the window to look at the books there... and then looks up."

"Nobody can see us inside here. You saw for yourself that you can't see in just by looking at the window, you have to put your face to it. And who, other than you, who had a reason to do so, is going to do that?"

"I don't know. It's still possible that someone could look in."

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

"Uh... no," I said slowly. I looked at the window again. Nobody was paying the place any mind. Jeff was probably right, why would anyone stop and look through the window anyway?

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

"Come on, Matt," Jeff said as he wagged his dick at me. "Suck it! Get down on your knees and suck this big fuckin' cock! You know you want to." A wide teasing grin was spread across his face.

God, he had a beautiful cock on him, and as much as I wanted that cock right there, right then, still I hesitated with some uneasiness with our surroundings.

"Come on, you know you want to," Jeff goaded again. "Think about it, you sucking me, all those people right outside, any of them could see us if they looked inside. You could be seen sucking my dick. Maybe even be seen getting fucked up the ass. And you know deep down you like being seen, that the possibility of getting caught turns you on. So, just go for it! What have you got to lose?"

Damn it, it was turning me on, the risk of being seen. He knew me that well, better than I knew myself in that respect. "Well, maybe nobody will bother looking inside," I said as I got down on my knees, hoping no one would see us, while at the same time half-hoping, deep down, like Jeff said, that someone would.

"I doubt anyone will," Jeff said as he put his hand on my shoulder and moved my position as he too moved. He had now aimed us so we were sideways to the window. That position made me even more nervous. However, my excitement far outweighed my nervousness at that point.

"Suck me!" Jeff urged as I stroked his hardening cock, and I obeyed, opening my mouth and slipping it over his hard dick.

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

"God, it is turning me on! Fuck, I hope she looks up and sees what we are doing! Suck it, Matt, suck it! Don't stop! I want her to get a good show if she does look!" I whimpered as I kept sucking. "Damn, she left and didn't see a thing," Jeff said in a disappointed tone.

Although I became extremely nervous when Jeff told me someone was at the window, now that she was gone the excitement of almost being seen drove me onto Jeff's cock with all the force of a hammer-blow! I hit the wall of his body, my nose deep into his pubic hairs, his entire shaft shoved down my throat.

"Uhhh!" Jeff groaned and threw his head back. "Fuck yeah, suck that cock Matt! Suck it good and make me cream right down your fuckin' throat!"

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

"Three people just went by, they all glanced at the window. Fuck, why couldn't they have stopped and looked through it!" Jeff grumbled and then he gasped. "Two girls just stopped at the window! They're looking at the calendars on display!" Jeff said excitedly.

Although gay, Jeff didn't seem to care that it was girls looking in the window and not guys. He only cared that someone, anyone, saw us. That's what turned him on, just being seen, period. I on the other hand, if we were to be seen, only wanted to be seen by other guys, not by women. Would those girls see us, I wondered as I continued to work Jeff's cock.

Jeff suddenly let out a gasp. "Yes! They're looking up!" I tightened my lips on his cock. "Ah shit, they're walking away," Jeff groaned.

"Are there many people out on the street?" I asked, pulling off his cock for a minute.

"Not really, just the ones I mentioned so far, otherwise the street is pretty dead," Jeff said as his hand caught my head and pushed it back down onto his dick.

"Oh god, a guy just stopped to look at the window display!" Jeff said excitedly a few minutes later. He's pretty hot too, from what I can tell!"

"Can he see us? Can he? Is he looking?" I asked, my nervousness suddenly gone and only pure excitement at the idea of a guy watching me suck dick taking over my body, mind, and cock.

"He's at the window, just looking down at the books," Jeff replied as he again shoved my head back down on his cock.

Was this guy going to see us? Was he? I wondered hopefully as I moved faster on Jeff's prick, milking it as he moaned and urged me to suck him even faster.

Monday, September 22, 2014

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 2)

By: Lucas Miller




I woke up feeling the best I had felt in a long time. It was a few minutes past seven… a few minutes past seven! When was the last time I got up before nine? And even then I dreaded the thought of dragging my ass out of bed.

But at a few minutes past seven I felt completely alive. The rollercoaster of a day I had less than eight hours ago had ended with me wanting to take another ride. In the course of just a few hours, I had jerked off my longtime friend, sucked a thick-dicked stranger behind a garage, and fucked my best friend's roommate. And my hard prick wanted more.

Sometime during the night I had crawled onto the floor and slept in my sleeping bag. I heard Marc sleeping in his own bed, and Josh was snoring in the other. I thought for a moment that I had dreamt the previous day, but the stiffness of my jaw indicated that I had indeed had an incredible day. I chuckled to myself thinking that only a few hours ago I was considering leaving.

I wrapped my fingers around my aching cock. As I stroked it, I thought of Marc's firm ass and the way it had enveloped my dick the night before. I thought of the heat of Josh's cock in my hand and how it had tensed right before he came. I also thought of the guy from the party and the massive piece of meat between his legs. I increased the speed of my strokes and started moaning with pleasure, totally lost in my own fantasy world.

"Hey, dude… you okay down there?" It was Josh.

My eyes shot open and over to his bed. Josh was giving me a sinister smile.

"You're going at it so hard down there, I thought you might pull it off."

I blushed. "Sorry, morning wood."

"In your case, morning, afternoon, evening and night, wood." His smiled broadened. "You're horny all the time!" He looked over at Marc who continued to sleep. "I was sure you had fucked each other to death last night."

How had he known? I didn't remember him even coming in last night.

"When I saw you two sleeping in that tiny bed last night, I thought maybe you had taken him up on sharing the bed for the night. Then I saw that your dick was nestled in his ass crack and you had this shit-eating grin on your face. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened."

He studied my shocked face.

"Don't worry man, I've had him too. He's got a sweet ass." Josh sat up in his bed and pulled his legs over the side. He was completely naked and I got a nice view of his hard cock. Continuing to smile, he spread his legs and grabbed his dick. "Morning wood," he mocked me.

I didn't know what to do. I knew I wanted to show him my new cocksucking skills, but wasn't sure what he had in mind. I did know that he wanted me to do something, because he stared at me seductively. Did he want me to jerk him off? Did he want me to blow him? Did he want to fuck me?

I got out of my sleeping bag, looked over at Marc, still fast asleep, then back at Josh. He was stroking his cock slowly while continuing to watch me with anticipation. I wanted to be clear about what was going to happen. "Listen, Josh, what does this mean?"

"What does this mean?" He stood up and waved his prick in my face. "This means I want you to suck on it." He slapped my cheek with his hard tool and I giggled like a girl. With a look of great satisfaction, he positioned his cock at my lips.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

All Male True Experience: Pool Jerk

By: Oscar
 
 
 
While on holiday in Florida with a friend, I stayed at a three-story motel which had a pool. After a day's site seeing we would go back to the room, shower and change before going out on the town.

One particular day we had walked miles and my friend said he was going to take a nap before we set out for the evening. I was still wide awake and decided to take a dip in the pool while he rested. I slipped on a pair of ordinary shorts without any underwear underneath, threw a towel over my shoulder and headed for the pool.

The pool was situated on one side of the motel and surrounded on the other three sides by shrubs. As I walked up to it I saw that the pool and pool deck were empty. Not a big surprise as we had taken our vacation in the off-season. The motel itself was scarce of people. Slipping my towel over a chair, I dove in. The water temperature was just right, and I bobbed in the water for a few moments and then started to swim.

As I swam about, the water seemed to caress my cock and balls beneath my shorts. I hadn't had the chance or privacy to jerk off in a couple of days and I started to throw a boner.