All Male Fiction: Selling My Soul

By: Tommyhawk1 & Ryan Michaels

Tonight, one of the local gay bars was having a Halloween party. Costumes were optional so I thought I'd go for a few drinks and check things out.

I had just gotten a drink at the bar, turned around, and nearly ran right into Adam. I goggled at the hair my fingers longed to run through, the eyes my longings dove into every time I looked into them, the smile that tore my heart out without ever leaving those lovely, languid, luscious lips... okay, that's not the best alliterative poetic phrase ever concocted, but god, that's how I felt about Adam.

But I was now confronted with Adam dressed in a football uniform, his costume complete with shoulder pads, those tight football pants, and it appeared he was even wearing a jock with a cup.

"Hey Scott, how you doing?" Adam put one hand on my shoulder. God, those shoulders of his, those magnificent bulges of the man who worked out just enough to give his body that perfect amount of definition, the rounded shoulders, the bulging biceps…

"Muh-uh?" I mumbled. My lips were numb, because all my blood, all my passion, all my desires, had pooled underneath that hand, throbbing there, wanting only to be with him, only him, always.

"Well, catch you later," Adam said, and withdrawing that hand and sending my heart down into my shoes, he smiled at me and then turned and walked away. My eyes fed upon the sight of that perfect pair of ovals that were being hugged tightly by those football pants until the press of other people's bodies closed it off from my sight, and when it did, all I could do was sigh.

"You missed out on him again, didn't you?" came an exasperated sound.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"You want him that much, why don't you go get him?"

"I've tried," I protested. "I... I just can't. God, I'd... I'd sell my soul for a chance with him, a real chance!"

"Your terms are accepted," the voice said.

"Huh?" I turned around at that. I'd been carrying on a heck of a conversation with this guy who had come up behind me, a stranger come to think about it.

Black hair, dark eyes, a goatee that came to an excruciating painful looking point at the end, heavy eyebrows, and dark brown skin above a suit of black with a dark gray sweater under the jacket. He was dressed as the Devil.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm the answer to your problems," the man smiled at me, and it was an evil smile, befitting of his Devil costume.

"Oh really, how's that?" I asked.

"It's simple really, I just grant your wish."

"My wish?"

"Yes, your wish, your desire to be with Adam."

"And how would you make that wish come true?" I asked with a laugh.

"It's quite easy. You just stated you'd sell your soul to the Devil in exchange for a chance with that boy."

"Oh, and let me guess, you are really the Devil, right?" I laughed.

Without answering my question, he simply responded with, "Of course, if you didn't really mean what you said, I won't hold you to it."

"Sure, whatever you say, buddy!" I replied and turned to walk off.

"Wait!" he exclaimed and I turned to look at him once more. "Maybe this will convince you that I have the power to give you what your heart desires."

He waved a hand and the crowd parted like Moses had parted the Red Sea. They weren't knocked aside; it was like they all decided to move at the same time, a coincidence that happens now and then. Only this coincidence put Adam and me in plain view of each other. Adam looked at me from across the room, scanning my body, and then he locked his eyes on mine and smiled.

"How did… That's impossible… You-you can't really be…" I babbled unable to form full sentences.

"So what do you say? Have we got a deal?"

I swallowed hard. "I don't know what's going on here, I must be dreaming or hallucinating, but yeah, you've got yourself a deal! You get me Adam and you can have my soul!"

"The bargain is confirmed," the Devil said, and I looked at him puzzled. "It's what we do instead of having people sign their name in blood," he assured me. "Now that we have a binding agreement, I'll just fetch Adam over here and you can take it from there."

The Devil wiggled a finger at Adam, a 'come here' wiggle of the index finger, and Adam immediately began to walk forward, through that aisle of people who had kindly stepped out of the way.

As Adam made his approach, I turned to look behind me and the Devil was nowhere to be seen now. Out somewhere poisoning kittens and pushing little old ladies into the paths of 18-wheeled trucks, I guess.

When I turned back around Adam was right in front of me. "Hey Scott, you're looking good. Have you been working out?"

It was a cheesy line but at least it was a line, and Adam was using it on me! "No, not really," I mumbled nervously.

"Oh, well your body looks great. You should have worn a costume to the party, maybe like a Tarzan costume, you know, just a loin cloth, show off that hot body of yours."

I couldn't believe the words coming out of Adam's mouth, or better yet, that they were being said to me. I didn't know how to respond and just blurted, "You too… I mean your body looks great, too."

"Thanks," he replied with a smile. "I work out regularly."

"It shows," I replied bashfully.

"Well, what you see isn't all me. I mean these are shoulder pads," he said touching his shoulders, "and this," he said knocking on his crotch and laughing, "isn't all me making this obscenely large bulge. That's all just my cup," he said, looking down at it and cupping his hands around it to show off the sizable mound protruding from his crotch.

Seeing him tapping on his cup-covered crotch and then looking at it and groping it made my cock twitch in my pants. And then he let go of it, chuckled, and look back up at me. "Not that I need a cup to make a big bulge, believe me, I don't. It's just part of the costume; I wanted to make the look as authentic as possible." That remark made my cock do more than twitch, and made my mouth salivate.

I knew I wasn't drunk, for I hadn't even had a chance to take a single sip from my first drink of the night yet, and I hadn't done any drugs, so I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, and it was then that I knew, as unbelievable as it sounded, that the man in the devil costume had to have really been the actual Devil. There was no other explanation for what I had seen or for how Adam was acting toward me.

"Hello?" Adam said waving his hands in front of my face. I had gone into a daze, talking to myself in my own head, trying to comprehend things. I looked up at him. "Am I boring you?" he asked with a smile.

Before I could answer I heard a voice in my ear saying, "You've already sold your soul, so don't blow it now if you want to blow it later." I whipped my head over my shoulder and then looked behind me; no one was there. If I didn't believe that man was really the Devil before, I believed it now.

"Everything okay?" Adam asked looking puzzled by my strange behavior.

Uh, yeah, everything is great," I said. Better stop acting strange and just talk to him. I've sold my soul to the Devil for this chance, so like he said, I better not blow it, if I want to blow Adam! I said in my head. "Uh just caught up in the atmosphere of Halloween I guess; thought there was someone behind me," I replied to cover up my strange behavior. It's not like I could tell him the Devil was just whispering in my ear!

Adam laughed. "Yeah, Halloween can play some weird tricks on the imagination." I just smiled and nodded, even though I knew that it was not just my imagination. "Hey, you wanna dance?" Adam asked.

"Well I don't really dance, but I see the pool table is free. You want to play a round?"

"Sure," Adam agreed.

"And maybe after that, we can find some other way to play around," I punned. God, did I really just say that to Adam? I had! Not only was I no longer tongue-tied around him, but I was also flirting with him.

Adam laughed. "Let's see how well you handle your stick first and then we'll decide on that."

So we headed over and played a game. Adam won and so I offered to buy him a drink for winning the game. The conversation flowed freely now, and after downing a few drinks each Adam looked at his watch and said that he had to be going.

"Do you have to?" I blurted.

"Yeah, I came with my friend and he told me he had to leave by a certain time, and he's my ride." Adam excused himself to go and find his friend, and as he walked away I cursed the Devil for playing his evil games on me.

Adam came back about five minutes later. "I couldn't find him anywhere. I guess he found some action," Adam said with a disgruntled look.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked.

Adam looked at me, smiling and furrowing his brow. "How can getting some action not be a good thing?"

"It's just that you looked bummed out when you said it, that's all. I thought that since you came with him, maybe by 'friend' you meant he was your boyfriend or a friend with benefits or something."

"Nah, Jay isn't my boyfriend. We've never had sex, either; we're just friends, that's all. If I looked bummed when I said that it's because he was my ride home and now I'll have to take the bus."

What luck! Now I could offer to give Adam a ride home. Or was it luck? Maybe Adam's ride disappearing was arranged by the Devil. I quickly offered to drive Adam home and he accepted my offer just as quickly.

When we got to his place, Adam looked at me and said, "You want to come in for a bit?"

I looked at him and Adam was smiling at me, and when my eyes met his, his eyes dropped to my crotch. It was my dream come true, what I had been wishing and hoping for, but when I finally heard those words come out of his mouth I became extremely nervous.

Any other time I would have been tongue-tied for sure, made a fool of myself, and would have ended up going home and having to use my own hand, but the price I'd paid here was too damned high for that! I had to get what I had always wanted, get what I had sold my soul for, be a man and not a pathetic tongue-tied wimp, so I took a deep breath and said, "I'd love to!"

"My place is on the second floor," Adam said, and I followed him, my heart pounding. My dream, my wish, god, it was finally coming true!

I stepped through the door behind Adam and closed it behind me. As soon as I turned around, Adam lunged at me. Those beautiful arms went around me, those majestic lips sought out mine and those eyes were burning into me. I was rock hard in an instant and my dick was throbbing and already tingling in that way it does when you are about to... Oh god, I'm going to cream in my shorts! I thought.

I fought it off, and as my lips struggled with Adam's, my hands were touching him, touching him everywhere I could. I felt out the body that had haunted my dreams and it was so firm and hard, so muscular, and it was going to be mine, all mine, finally!

Adam's hands found my ass and he grunted as he pulled my hips roughly up against his and he rutted against my crotch, with the hard cup of his jockstrap pressing and rubbing against my leg.

My fingers were trembling as I pulled on the hem of his football jersey. Adam lifted his arms and I pulled the jersey up over his head and tossed it to the floor. He instantly lifted the large shoulder pad gear over his head and let it drop to the floor. His upper body was now exposed to me, all golden and gleaming.

As he kicked off his shoes, I knelt at the altar of his body and I kissed that small indentation at the bottom of his ribcage and just above the muscles of his abdomen. Then, I reached up and began to pull on the laces of his football pants. When I did that, Adam's eyes closed and he moaned quietly.

Adam bent over me as I continued to undo the laces, grabbing my own top, a pullover, and he shucked it from me and I was now as bare from the waist up as he was. His hands caught me under my armpits and he tugged and I rose again and his hands began to unfasten my belt and then fumble with the button and the zipper of my pants. I kicked off my own shoes, and my pants fell to my knees as his hands slipped into the back of my underwear and began to fondle my butt cheeks.

Adam's hands were smooth as they moved all over my bare ass, and then he removed them, pulled on the front of my briefs, and looked inside. My cock was not huge by any means, it was slightly above average, and kind of on the thin side, and when he saw it he nodded, which I assumed was his approval of its size, and then he looked up at me, smiled, and then shoved my underwear down.

I followed by tugging on either side of his football pants, spreading the laces I had previously unlaced, and then giving them a yank, sending them to his ankles.

There we stood, me naked, save for my socks, and he in nothing but his socks and that jockstrap, that jockstrap that had a cup in the pouch hiding from me any detail of what was inside, doing its job, protecting his pride and joy. It was time to relieve that jockstrap of its duties, for I was there now, and I wanted to be the one to protect Adam's balls with my hands and mouth and his cock with the warm folds of my mouth and the darkness and warmth of my asshole. It would be just as safe in me as it would be in that cup. I grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled it forward and then down.

Like mine, his cock was already hard, and it was magnificent - Larger than my own by about an inch, and a lot thicker too. Now, wearing only socks, we stepped away from our clothing and went to the bed. Adam sat down on it and held up his arms toward me, his cock a hard pillar beckoning me toward it.

Adam meant for me to go into his arms, but I couldn't resist that marvelous tower of manhood before me. I knelt instead and my mouth sunk over his cockhead and down his shaft.

"Oh, god, Scott, oh, oh fuck!" Adam moaned as I pulled back up again and was rewarded by a pearl of pre-cum upon my tongue. "Oh, shit, oh, fuck, mmm!" And now my mouth was sliding easily; his cock fit so well, so perfectly, as though it belonged there, and had all along.

"Scott, please, get up here with me," Adam groaned after a minute or so of this. I was blissfully sucking on him and his moan caused me to look up. "Come on, get up on the bed so I can give you a little of what you're giving me!"

My stomach was performing flip-flops as I complied, getting on the bed with my head toward the foot of the bed, and Adam moved his position so his head was at the top of the bed and scooted down to place his face at my crotch and put his own legs nearly all off the bottom of the bed. He got his hard-as-steel dick back to my level, and as I happily crammed it back inside my mouth I felt the warm moisture of his mouth encircle my cock and coat it with his hot saliva.

Adam's actions on my prick after that can only be described as ravenous; he was sucking me with a frantic edge that sent me reeling. Shit, I was close to creaming again. "Adam, Adam, stop, please stop!" I begged him.

Adam reluctantly released my cock. "Why?" he whined. "I've been waiting for this for so long, Scott. I always tried to talk to you, tried to get something going, but you would never talk to me, just mumble and look away, so I thought you weren't interested. When you agreed to come up here, I thought, wow, I'm finally going to get to sleep with him, and now that it is actually happening, you're asking me to stop? Why, am I not doing a good job? Doesn't it feel good?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Adam had wanted me the entire time I had wanted him? This must be true; it couldn't have been the Devil making him say that, for I could tell his words were sincere, that there had been a real longing there, just as I had longed for him; I could see it in his eyes. "It feels so good, and I have wanted this for a very long time, too," I hastily assured him. "I only asked you to stop because… well… it's just that... I want you to fuck me, Adam. Please fuck me."

"But I was going to get you to fuck me," Adam protested.

"Later," I promised him. "But for now, please, I've got to have this inside me," I said gazing at his hard cock and squeezing it gently. "I'm on the edge, and I'd never last if I was to put my cock in your ass right now." My cock jerked angrily at even the mention of the possibility.

"Okay," Adam panted. "But I'm not going to last very long either!"

"That's okay, just put it in me," I groaned. "That's all I need. Please!"

Adam nodded and grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table. He squeezed some on his cock and then handed the bottle to me. He spread the lube on his cock as he watched me lube my hole for him.

As soon as we were both lubed up, he got my legs up and got in between them and he pressed his cock against my asshole. "Oh fuck, push it in, push it in!" I moaned.

"I'm about to cum!" Adam warned me, his face flushed with desire, eyes glazed, mouth open, skin twinkling with sweat.

"I don't care, push it in, cream in me even if you don't thrust it in and out first! Please, Adam, please!"

 "Ohhhhh fuuuuuck! So tight! Oh, shit, I'm... uhh, uhh, uhh, AH-GAH-AH-HAHHH-GAHHH!" Adam's cock exploded inside of me as soon as it entered me, just as he had feared it would. I could feel the hot spunk as it shot deep into my ass. Adam hadn't even fucked me, just stuck it in and came right away, but I didn't care - I had Adam's cock, and his load, deep inside me and that's all that mattered.

"GUH-GUH-HUUNNNH-KUHHHH!" I moaned right after I felt his load flow inside me and I began squirting both of us with a heavy flood of cum, a load that had been building up ever since I'd first met Adam over a year ago. A year's worth of desire and need and yearning, it all blasted out of me and coated both of our stomachs with my jizz.

When I was done, Adam lay down on me, his cock still in my ass, and my cum glued us together as one. We were one, and this was all I'd ever wanted - Adam was in my arms and his cock was in my ass and my life was complete and my soul was... no longer mine to give to him!

We lay like that for just a few brief moments, and then Adam rolled off me, still panting hard, and said, "I told you I wouldn't last."

"It's okay," I chuckled ruefully. "I didn't either, you may have noticed."

Adam's fingers went to his stomach and I watched his fingertips play with the slick cum I'd layered onto him. "I noticed," he grinned.

"Sorry about that. I wanted to last, I wanted to fuck you, too."

"I wanted that too," Adam said. "And you will; I figure you and I rest for a couple of hours and then we can go at it again. I mean, if you don't mind spending the night," he said with a grin.

"I don't mind at all," I beamed at him.

Adam and I fucked twice more that night, the first time with me fucking him and the second with him giving me a proper fucking this time around.

When I woke up later, it was getting light outside. I went to the bathroom quietly, and then I leaned against the doorway wearing only my briefs, looking at Adam lying on the bed, the sheets all rumpled and his hair in disarray. His face bore a smile even in slumber.

I decided I'd check out his kitchen and see if I could make him a bit of breakfast without making a racket or a mess.

The man of the night before was sitting at the kitchen table, a plate of food in front of him and a newspaper before him. "Ah, there you are," he said to me. "I was wondering if I'd have to come get you."

"Already?" I gulped.

"But of course," the man said, putting the paper aside as casually as if he were a businessman about to leave for work. "Now, if you're ready to fulfill your part of the bargain..."

"I guess so," I said. "But I had hoped to have some more time with Adam."

"And why wouldn't you have more time with Adam?"

I looked at him. His hair, it wasn't black; it was more of a brown, a brown that lightened by the minute, it seemed. His skin, too, was lighter-toned. Well, the Devil can look like anything he wants to. "I assumed you were coming to take me to Hell," I admitted.

"Hell? Oh, I don't have anything to do with Hell. Nasty place, I assure you; you don't want to go there."

"But... but you bought my soul."

"In exchange for giving you a chance with the love of your life," the man agreed. Now his hair was very light brown, and his skin was totally Caucasian pale. "Now, I ask you, what would the Devil know about love? Ask him to give you power or cause trouble for someone, he's the go-to guy, I admit. But love? He couldn't make a boy pigeon fall in love with a girl pigeon much less, people."

"So… who are you, then?"

"Who am I?" The hair was now completely blond, even blonder than Adam's. "I'm the poor angel assigned to you, who's been trying to do his job right for the longest time. But you've been too busy wetting your pants every time Adam came by to give me the slightest chance to put the two of you together."

"You're my guardian angel?"

"In the flesh," the man agreed. "I kept pushing Adam your way, the perfect man for you, and every time he got near enough to see you, you blew it. So when you made that offer of your soul for the chance with him, I grabbed it. I agree that's more a tactic used by the other side, but since it worked, I'm not complaining."

"Me, neither," I agreed, with a great deal of relief. "So... now what?"

"Now what? I own you, Scott," the man said. "You have to do exactly what I tell you from now on. I bought your soul at a fair price, remember?"

Uh-oh. This didn't sound good. Was my guardian angel about to join the forces of Darkness? "So what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go back to Adam and love him," my angel said. "I want you to love him for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others until death do you part, that's what I want. You think you can manage that?"

I had to smile at that. "I sure hope so," I agreed. "I'll try my best."

"Good, then that's settled," the angel said. "Now get hopping. I've got a busy and very happy life planned for you, and since I own you now, you'd better get started on it. Why don't you take Adam out for breakfast instead of breaking eggs and burning toast for him like you usually do when you try to cook? And on Monday, we're signing you up for a couple of cooking classes so you can fix breakfast in bed for him from time to time."

"Yes Master," I said playfully and went off to wake Adam to make the suggestion.

I had sold my soul for love. And from the look of things, I had just made the best bargain of my life!

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All Male Fiction: Taking Possession

By: Tommyhawk1

Edited by Ryan Michaels

Someone was in the room with me. I sat up, looked around. The room was dark; there were clouds over the moon and stars, only a bit of scattered outdoor lights to give me the barest impression of the room through the window. There wasn't much to see, just the gray squares of the window, the bare hint of the dresser, the chair, the closet door. There was the sound of the wind outside; a long, low, mournful moaning sound. Whoo-hoo! Hoo-hooooooo-hoo!

I lay back down, turned fitfully on the bed. It's always rough settling into a new home, and the nights are always uncomfortable at first. You have the spaces you aren't familiar with and all the small sounds that come with a new home; there's the way the house moves and all those subliminal things that you have to get used to and feel comfortable with...

"You are mine!"

What was that? A vague whisper. I shook my head; must have just been the wind. I was alone in this house after all. I was just letting my imagination turn noises into a voice, that was all it was, just the wind, which was awfully loud after all, all that whoo-whoo-whooing it was doing, and...

"You are mine!"

Okay, that one I heard clearly! I sat bolt upright in my bed and looked around in the dark. "Just the wind," I said aloud. "You're not hearing voices, it's just the wind."

Shit, I was freaking myself out! Why the hell was I feeling this way? Halloween was still a week away; I hadn't even watched a horror flick yet, which in the weeks before Halloween can be a real trick! Why was I suddenly jumping at shadows and wind, just because this was a new house? I lay back down. I would laugh at this in the morning, when it was light again.

I felt it, then. A touch on my leg, like a hand, a cold, cold hand! I reached down, but it was gone. Damn, now I was feeling things! Now my cheek! I felt my face, a trace of moisture like... a kiss? I rubbed my face hard, wiping away the slight wetness there. God, what was going on here? A drip from overhead, for sure! I had a drip and it had landed on my face and that was why I felt...

Another wetness! Shit that one was on my left pec! I felt it, lips kissing my nipple and it was still there! I reached up and pressed my hand to my chest, and I touched a face! Just a touch, and then it was gone. And then the voice again. "You are mine!"

Okay, now I really was freaking out, and I sat bolt upright again and blurted, "What the hell is going on?!"

"Mine! All mine!"

"No! No!" I screamed out. "I'm not yours, I'm not! Go away!"

"Ahhhhh!" that was a sound of... disappointment?

And suddenly the darkness was again only the darkness and the wind was only the wind.

I lay back down again, my heart beating hard. I didn't sleep much that night, but nothing bothered me. Even the house didn't make any sounds to worry about.

When the dawn came, I tried to tell myself it had only been a dream. Somehow, though, I didn't believe myself, and I drove out to see my grandmother that same morning. She had told me when I turned eighteen that I had inherited this house from its former owner on account of I had been given the name he had chosen. So if anyone could tell me why I'd been visited by a ghost (because I was certain that I had been visited by a ghost), my grandmother was the one to ask.

"Why did you get the house?" she responded to my question as she poured me some tea. I took it; I needed caffeine of any kind after the night I'd had. "I told you, because your name is Beau Hennessy. And you're named after your granduncle, your dear grandfather's brother."

"But why did the old guy who left me the house do it?" I questioned. "His name wasn't Beau, it was Clifton Mortimer. Not even a relative of ours, right?"

"Yes, one of the Stafford Mortimers'," my grandmother replied. "Very wealthy family, very generous in the community, very well thought of. A shame what happened to him."

"What do you mean?" I leaned forward. "What happened to him?"

All Male True Experience: A Couple of Dicks

By: Unknown Author

I'd accepted an invitation from a couple of friends to go with them to a science-fiction convention in the city. I hadn't been to one in a while, and also hadn't seen these friends in a while, either, so I figured, what the hell. After being there for a bit, I needed to use the washroom, so I let my friends know and ventured off.

The washroom was not all that big, with only one sink, one urinal, and two stalls; all on the same wall. The urinal was disgusting, with some old, odorous piss sitting in the reservoir, and piss all over the rim and on the floor beneath it. I decided to check the conditions of the stalls instead.

It wasn't until I went over to the stalls that I noticed the second one was occupied. Opening the door to the first, I peered in and saw that it was fairly clean. I stepped in, and as I turned slightly to close and latch the door I immediately noticed a hole in the divider between the stalls. It wasn't a glory hole, though. It was much too small for that; basically just big enough to see through if you put your eye up to it. After latching the door, I turned to face the toilet, unzipped and hauled out my cock.

As I began to piss, curiosity got the better of me. I was sure if I held my head in a certain way I could get a good look at the guy in the next stall, more specifically, get a good look at his dick. So, I turned my head and leaned my upper body back, and was instead met with an eye peering through at me. My first instinct was to straighten back up and turn my head to face forward again, and as I did so, my piss done flowing, and my dick still in my hand, it started to grow just from knowing I was being watched.

Horned up now and wanting to put on a show, I began to stroke my cock to full hardness. Once I was fully erect, I looked back and the stranger in the next stall was still watching me, so I turned sideways and moved over a bit so that I was directly facing the hole where his eye was. He continued to watch, and I could hear that he was stroking his cock too.

Bisexual Fiction: Driven by Desire (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

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My hand was almost shaking with anticipation and excitement as I reached out to knock on the door of 1203 Ridgeburn Crescent.

"Hey come on in buddy," Rob said after opening the door.

I stepped inside and took my shoes off.

"My girlfriend's in the living room." I followed him into the living room. "Ryan this is Michelle. Michelle, Ryan."

"Nice to meet you," I said.

"Nice to meet you too," she replied smiling.

"So what do you think? You wanna fuck him or what?" Rob asked.

"Rob!" Michelle said blushing. "Jesus Christ!"

"What? That's why we invited him over isn't it?"

"Yes, but he just walked in the door and you didn't have to just blurt it out in that way. There's such a thing as tact."

"Women!" Rob said rolling his eyes. Michelle swatted him across the arm.

"It's ok. He's right. He did tell me I was coming over to see if you approved and if so we were all gonna have sex together. It's cool if you two want to get right to it," I said.

"Oh, um, well did Rob mention certain details about what we wanted to do?" Michelle asked me.

"You mean about you wanting to see another guy suck his dick? Yes, he mentioned it."

"And you are comfortable with that? I mean if you aren't, it's ok, but I need to know now because that's a stipulation in my agreeing to have a threesome," Michelle replied.

"Yes, I am cool with it."

"Rob told me you are straight, so do you mind if I ask why you want to suck another guy's cock? Doesn't that mean you are least bi?"

I had no idea Rob was going to tell his girlfriend I was straight but I figured I had better play along, and I was a quick thinker so it was no big deal.

"Well, even though it's embarrassing to admit, it's been quite a while since I've been with a woman, and when Rob asked me about the threesome I was really excited about it. Then he mentioned the whole dick sucking thing and I was like, no way!"

"So why did you finally agree to do it?" Michelle asked inquisitively.

"Well honestly, and I hope I don't offend you, but Rob started describing your pussy, telling me how it was shaved and how tight it was and how good it feels. When you've gone without for so long and you have the opportunity to get some, the little head starts to take over. I've also never had a threesome before and it's always been a fantasy of mine. I'm totally straight but also pretty open-minded and I figured I could try it in order to get some pussy, and to finally get to have a threesome."

"And that's all it took to get you to agree to suck dick, the promise of some pussy?"

"Well yeah, and I mean I have some gay friends and never understood what they got out of sucking other guys dicks, and the more I thought about it I guess I was a bit curious to see what it's like. And, as I said, I am open-minded too and I just look at it as a new experience; One that I'll probably never repeat, but it's kind of cool to at least say and know that I tried it." Everything I was telling her was the truth. Except that I was actually talking about being with a woman, but she didn't need to know that.

"That's really cool, and you're right, very open-minded of you."

"Great! So you wanna fuck or what?" Rob asked getting impatient and perhaps feeling a bit ignored.

"Jeez keep your pants on Rob, we're just talking," Michelle scowled.

"That's just it, I don't want to keep my pants on. I want to take them off and fuck some pussy and have a couple of bitches suck my cock!"

"Classy isn't he?" Michelle said smiling at me.

"Yeah," I said chuckling. "But I would like to get started too, if you want to do this."

"Oh yes. I like you, and I definitely can't wait to see you sucking my straight, macho boyfriend's cock."

"Great! Then let's go upstairs and get naked," Rob said motioning to the stairs.

There was no argument from Michelle or from me, and we headed up the stairs to their bedroom.

All Male True Experience: Cock Service

By: GloryHoleCockWorship

The one thing you need to know about me is that I love to suck cock! I get my greatest pleasure from orally servicing men. So much so that the need or desire to have my own cock sucked is pretty much non-existent. Just as long as I have a hard cock in my mouth, I'm satisfied. My hand can and does take care of my own when I want or need to cum.

Earlier today, I was at a place I visit almost every single day to satisfy my oral lust: a local porno shop with glory hole booths. In one cubicle amongst a maze of dark cubicles, I was in my usual position: on my knees, waiting for the cock of a stranger in need of servicing to appear through the hole in the wall.

That stranger soon arrived, just like I knew he would, and quickly offered his cock and balls to me through the glory hole. I immediately began gliding the wet tip of my tongue over every inch of his cock and balls. His cock soon swelled, becoming fully erect in no time.

Straight Fiction: Sometimes You Just Really Need to Get Fucked!

By: Brindle Chase

Life gets so hectic at times that I forget to relax and enjoy it. I'd stop to smell the roses, but it seems like there is a bill collector behind every bush. Work and no play makes me cranky, and I didn't have time for relationships.

We all feel that need to get laid, to let off some steam. I'm not a slut, but I can be, when I need it badly enough. Like everyone else, I have a threshold and when I hit that cap, I need to get some. This was one of those times.

A flat tire on the way to my dead end job was just the start. My boss had reamed me for something I wasn't even involved in. I lost one of my best clients and my favorite team got eliminated from the playoffs.

Enough already. When I got home and made a cup of noodles, and the depression and loneliness hit, I decided I needed to get fucked.

I went to my wardrobe and picked out a teeny tiny miniskirt and matched it with a spaghetti strapped satin halter. Only a moron wouldn't see my outfit as a desperate plea for some cock.

I did my hair in loose spirals, and did my makeup in lady of the evening fashion. I looked pretty good when I took the time, so I did. I even added glitter. Some lucky son of a bitch was in for a wild ride.

On a whim, I went driving downtown until a flashing neon sign caught my attention. There were people lined up down the block waiting to get in, so I figured it was a hot spot. Perfect.

The place was jumping. Heavy pulsing music blasted to a thumping bass drum while bodies thrashed and ground against one another in a blur of flesh on the endless dance floor. It was wall-to-wall with people wanting the same thing I did.

I turned down three offers of various indulgences before I could even worm my way up to the bar and order a cosmopolitan. I needed some liquid courage first and then I'd decide just how low I felt like setting the bar.

I'm not that picky. As long as he's clean, his looks don't matter all that much, but it's always nice if he just happens to be attractive too. Gentlemen were my favorites, but tonight I just wanted some bad boy to ring my bell. This place was crammed with them. I felt like a kid in a candy store with a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

Every seat in the place was taken, so I took up residence by a pillar near the main dance floor. The industrial techno just kept going and I couldn't tell when one song ended and another began.

Another three come-ons failed to impress me, when I noticed a guy watching me. He was sitting at one of the booths along the far wall. The flashing lights made it damn near impossible to see what he looked like, but I was so horny by then, I decided he was the one.

I ducked and weaved my way through the undulating crowd and stopped in front of his table. His eyes went up and down me like a leopard eyeing its prey. I flashed him a smile and slipped into the booth next to him.

He had longish dark hair he kept in a shag, a neatly groomed goatee and sexy full lips. I couldn't place his nationality, but he was definitely part black. I couldn't tell what color he was in the alternating blue, red and green lights, but he was a few shades darker than me.

"What's a sweet young..."

"Shut up," I said, cutting him off. I didn't want him to ruin it with a stupid pickup line.

He arched an eyebrow and gave me a 'what the fuck' look, but I simply scooted closer. The little round table at the booth's center was perfect. I was so needy, I wanted him right there. Throwing caution to the wind, I met his look with a catlike grin.

"Don't talk, just fuck me."

He seemed shocked by my statement for a split second or two and then said, "Uh, that works for me," and then tried to introduce himself.

"I don't want to know your name. I want your cock, nothing more," I yelled over the music. A name to go with his face would make it personal. This was raw animalistic need, not a prelude to something more meaningful.

I moved my hand to the fly of his pants and found his cock beneath the slick fabric. It grew hard almost instantly as I stroked it. My eyes spoke my desire as I gazed at him.

"Just fuck me, here. Now."

I leaned into him and he took my lips with his. He was probably completely confused that he didn't even have to work for it, but I didn't care. I hadn't picked him for his ability to sort out a puzzle. The dilemma I had presented him with was quite simple: Fuck the girl or don't fuck the girl.

His hand slipped up my top and crushed my tit, kneading it and I purred. I loved to be manhandled sometimes. I slid across his legs and straddled his strong thighs.

He worked my breast out the top of my halter and sucked my hardened nipple into his warm wet mouth. I loved it. The silk fabric was tight across my tit, holding it in place for him, like an offering.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. The booth was in the darker back of the bar, but there were people all around. My pussy was all the wetter for the anxiety I felt that others might see me fuck this stranger.

Four snaps later, I had the fly of his tight jeans open and his thick, dark hard-on slid into my hand when I pushed his boxer briefs down. He was smoldering hot and I wasted no time. Who knew how long it might take for someone on staff to notice us. Getting thrown out, or worse, arrested, only added to my excitement.

All Male Fiction: Alex's Game (Part 1)

By: sebastian_wallace & Ryan Michaels

Revised: February, 2016

About half an hour into the exam, Alex raised his hand to attract someone's attention. Since I happened to be standing closest to him, I walked over to his desk.

As soon as the exam had started I'd been suspicious of him. The way he'd glanced around the exam room and leered over at me when he saw that I was one of the invigilators. I just knew he was going to try to disrupt things by asking dumb-ass questions or making pointless requests for unnecessary stationery or something.

One of his friend's was in the seat in front of him; another was a couple of feet to his side. He was bound to start pissing around. Who the fuck designed these seating plans anyway? Where were their brains?

"Yes, Alex?"

He grinned up at me. "May I go to the bathroom, Mr. Hargreaves, sir?"

Mr. Hargreaves, sir? Since when has he shown any respect for me? Smarmy little punk.

His friend to the left snickered.

I glared at Alex and then feigned an unpleasant smile, "Of course." So this was going to be his game - asking to go to the bathroom every ten minutes.

He stood up, his shirt hanging out from his school trousers, which were halfway down his backside. His school tie was yanked down so that the knot was level with his chest. I could easily have made a fuss about correct school uniform - make him publicly smarten himself up - but I thought I'd leave it. Keep it in the bag to give me something to use later on if I needed it.

He swaggered out of the classroom and I followed him, nodding to one of my colleagues to confirm I'd be supervising Alex while he was out of the room.

I felt pretty certain that this was just a ruse; a time-wasting activity designed to prove to Alex's buddies how unconcerned about the exam he was and to distract the more serious students from focusing on their papers.

This was the second paper for Physics. Alex didn't have a hope in hell of passing it; at least not if his performance in Math - the subject I taught him - was anything to go by.

He walked into the boy's room located just down the hall and I followed him in. Striding up to the nearest urinal, positioning himself in front of it so that he was side-on to me, he pulled out his cock. Then he looked over at me, smirking, clearly feeling pretty smart with himself, "Nice job for you, huh?"

I didn't rise to the bait. "You know the regulations by now Alex. You've got to be accompanied until you submit your paper."

He shrugged derisively, "Whatever." Then he looked down at his cock.

I noticed that, despite clearly being soft and floppy, his cock looked thick and large as he peeled back his foreskin to expose its fat, pink head. He wasn't urinating. He looked back over at me, "I can never go when someone's there."

"Do you want me to turn on a tap?" Why I was offering to do anything for him - the number of my classes which he'd deliberately and systematically ruined over the last four years - I don't know.

He shrugged. "It won't help."

Jesus, his cock was big. It must have been about six inches long and at least twice as thick as mine is even when I'm hard. Why was it always the pricks that got all the lucky breaks?

"What do you think of the paper?" he asked me. He wasn't even vaguely interested in my opinion of it. He was just trying to get me to comment on it so that he could claim he was unfairly influenced or something.

I smiled, "You know I can't discuss the paper with you... not now."

He grinned. "Like I'd tell anyone."

"Yeah, soul of discretion, aren't you?"

He looked a little irritated, or perhaps a little wounded. After a few seconds he said, "I'm smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut."

I considered that and nodded slowly. Then I said, "Perhaps... but even if I wanted to discuss the paper, I haven't seen it for long enough to have formed an opinion on it."

He nodded and looked back down at his cock. He played with it idly while he waited for his bladder to relax. He jerked the foreskin across the broad head a couple of times. "Do you always have this much trouble going when you need to visit the boys' room?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No, but then I don't usually have some old guy perving on me, do I?" Before I could challenge him on that, he looked up at me and grinned again. "I know... I know... it's the regulations."

I smiled back. "It was the 'old' bit which I objected to, actually. I'm only thirty."

Alex kept smiling, "Yeah, it was just a figure of speech." He looked back down at his cock. Unless I was mistaken, it seemed to be getting bigger. It looked distinctly less flaccid than it had been a few moments earlier. "Anyway," he said, "In public washrooms and stuff, you usually have other guys next to you pissing. Kind of relaxes you a little. Know what I mean?"

"Well, I offered to turn on the tap - the sound of running water…"

"It wouldn't help. It's different. I dunno."

I thought about suggesting that he return to the exam until the urge to pee grew stronger. But then I realized that would be playing into his hands; giving him the opportunity to distract everyone every few minutes on the pretext of having a nervous bladder.

"Well, if you can't go here and now, you're gonna have to wait an hour before you're allowed out again," I said. "So you better start thinking of waterfalls or something."

He looked over at me. "An hour?"

I nodded. "It's in the regulations." It wasn't but I wanted to nip things in the bud.

"No one's ever said that before."

"I can show you where it's written in the booklet, if you wanna stay back after the exam is finished?" I knew that Alex wasn't the type of guy to stay back in school a second longer than he had to.

He shrugged. "Look, I wanna go but I can't. It's just not happening even though it feels like I really need to go." He seemed surprisingly genuine. Perhaps he really was feeling nervous by having me standing there staring at him.

"I can't leave the room, Alex. You know that."

"Yeah, I know that…" He hesitated, staring ahead at the tiled wall in front of him. Then he went on, "I don't suppose you wanna take a piss, do you?"

All Male True Experience: Rest Stop Pick-up

By: Unknown Author

In the years since graduation, my college buddy and I have kept in regular touch through emails, instant messages/texting, and the occasional phone calls. We had fucked around in college – just trading blowjobs - and continue to do so each and every summer when we spend a week together at his cottage.

The drive to his cottage was long, about seven hours, but I enjoyed driving, and it was worth it to get away for a week every summer to do some fishing… not to mention some cocksucking! There was one summer years ago that will always stick in my memory, and I'd like to share it with all of you.

This particular year, I couldn't get a full week off of work when I needed it, so I was only going to be staying at my friend's cottage for four days.

The trip required the use of a combination of roads and highways. I had been driving for about five hours and had another two hours to go before I arrived at my destination, and needed to piss really badly. Since I was on the highway at this point, I was praying that a rest stop would be coming up very soon. I was also a bit hungry, so the rest stop would provide a place to grab a quick bite to eat as well.

Besides needing to piss and get something in my stomach, I was also feeling very tired. Even though I had made this trip before, I hadn't slept very well the night before and thought that perhaps I just might take a little catnap at the rest stop before making the last leg of my trip.

I pulled into the rest area and pumped some gas into the tank of my car, paid for it, and then moved my car into a parking spot and headed across the lot to the cafeteria-style restaurant to grab something to eat. Before going to the food counter, I headed for the men's room to relieve about half a gallon of piss.

I walked into the men's room and headed to the urinals. I went to the closest one, pulled down my fly and reached in, and pulled out my cock to drain the hog. As I began to piss, another dude came in and took up at a urinal two down from me, leaving one urinal between us. I glanced at him and he glanced at me as well, and I nodded and he returned the nod and then his eyes darted down and focused on what I was holding in my hand.

Now, I have picked up guys in a men's room before, but this was the first time I was not on the prowl and just draining an overworked bladder, so I ignored his obvious interest and returned my eyes to my own cock and finished pissing.

As I shook my dick a few times to get the last few drops of piss off the head, I heard him sigh. At first, I thought it was a sigh of relief as he began to relieve himself, but there was no sound of piss hitting the porcelain of his urinal so I glanced over. He smiled and then looked down at my dick and licked his lips, making it obvious what he was after. At this point though, all I really wanted was to get some food in my belly and take a catnap in my car so I could get back on the road again and make it to my buddy's cottage.

Even so, the interest was nice so I thought I'd give the guy a little thrill before I tucked my cock back into my shorts. I backed away from the urinal a bit and turned my head towards him to make sure he was getting a good look, and of course, he was looking and again was licking his lips. I gave my cock a few shakes and then one loving stroke. I was going to give him a few more seconds of a show but someone else came in.

All Male Fiction: Behind the Garage

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

Being a teenager, I was horny all the time and jerked off a lot; at least twice a day. Doing it a lot was quite normal for guys my age, but for me (and some others as well, I'm sure), it was all I had, because I hadn't done 'it' yet. It wasn't that I was shy or unattractive - I actually had quite a lot of friends and was considered good looking - nor was it that I had never had the chance to do it before, either. The problem was, the opportunities that had presented themselves were with girls, and I was gay, something I knew as soon as I became sexually aware, and something I also kept to myself.

Hiding who I was would bring me down sometimes, but coming out in high school was just not something I was prepared to do. Times may be changing, but unlike on TV, in real life not everyone is so accepting, particularly in high school, and especially teenaged males. Only one guy at my school had come out as gay, and when everybody heard, his life was made a living hell, mainly by other guys, and he eventually had to transfer schools. I certainly wasn't going to subject myself to that kind of daily ridicule and bullying. It also meant that for now, at least until I finished high school, sex for me only consisted of my own right hand.

Now that it was summer, I found myself spending a lot of time by myself, and spending a lot of that time jerking off, even more than usual, mainly out of boredom. All of my friends had either gone away with their families, a couple were in summer school, and the rest had all gotten summer jobs, so they were never around to hang out with.

Like some of my friends, I had a job as well, only it wasn't a summer job. With my mom and dad having separated about six months ago, and my mom working, I had been assigned the job of doing the house and yard work, for which my mom paid me. In her eyes, she felt it was a good way for me to make some spending money and also learn about responsibility, not to mention it saved her from having to hire a maid. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, but since she was going to pay me, I ended up agreeing; not that I really had a say in the matter anyway.

But now that I wasn't in school all day, I had a lot more time to do the chores around the house, which meant I also ended up with a lot more free time, and no one to spend it with, except my mom – she was a teacher, home every day now for the summer – and what teenage guy wants to spend every day of his summer vacation with his mother. Not me, not most I'd guess, so I ended up spending quite a lot of my days in my private sanctuary.

My private sanctuary was the small space between the garage and the solid wooden fence that ran behind it. It was where I went when I wanted to think or just be by myself. Sometimes I'd plug my ear buds into my phone and listen to music, but what I always did every day while back there was pull my dick out and jerk off. It always relieved the boredom of the day and made me feel good.

The garage itself was not attached to the house and sat at the back of our yard. On the other side of the back wooden fence was a small parcel of land filled with trees that had been designated as conservation land. On the far side of the yard was a chain link fence, with a line of cedar hedges on the neighbor's side. Next to our garage was our other neighbor's garage, our driveways right next to each other between our two houses, and those neighbors both worked during the day. So jerking off behind the garage was not risky or even daring, for it was completely blocked off from the view of others.

Today, after sitting behind the garage listening to music for about an hour, I reached down and began to grope the boner that was spontaneously beginning to take form inside my jeans; something that happened quite a lot with my horny young prick. As I began to rub it, it got harder and harder until it was pushing firmly against the zipper of my jeans, begging to get out.

Just like every other day, I was planning to jerk off at some point before heading back into the house anyway, and it seemed as though my dick was telling me the time was now, so I turned off the music, pulled the ear buds from my ears, and then reached down and popped open the button on my jeans.

After pulling my zipper down, I raised my ass from the ground and shimmied my jeans down my thighs. My cock, having quickly reached its full potential, now stood pointed straight up, sticking out a bit above the waistband of my underwear. Slipping my fingers inside the waistband, I lifted my ass once more and pushed them down to meet the top of my jeans.

Wrapping my hand around my boner, I cupped my balls with the other as I began stroking it slowly. My hand moved from the head down to the base a few times, and then I started pulling and stroking in a rhythm that was sure to get me off.

Letting my eyes fall closed to further enjoy the sensations, I started to picture a guy from school named Andy. Andy was a real jock, playing on both the school's football and basketball teams. He had the jock body to go with it, too, and always sported a nice bulge in the front of his jeans. We weren't friends, but I wished we were, wished we were even more than friends.

With mental images of Andy filling my head, my mind began to wander to one time in English class when the teacher had called upon Andy to read a passage from our textbook. I was sitting a few aisles over, directly across, and that gave me a perfect side view of that ample bulge in his crotch, and I just stared at it the whole time. I hadn't been worried that others would notice me staring at him, because a lot of the other students in class were looking in his direction as he read, too, or down at their own textbooks. When he was done I had prayed that the teacher wouldn't call on me to stand up and read next, because my dick had gotten rock hard from looking at Andy. Thankfully, she didn't!

I was getting hornier and hornier as I thought about Andy, wondering what he would say or do if he knew that I jerked off thinking about him, and I began to stroke faster. I knew it wouldn't be long now before I was going to cum.

"Uh, hi there."