All Male Fiction: RV Rocking

By: Unknown Author

 

 

It was not my intention to go looking for cock. My periodic camping trips have traditionally been nothing more than a much-needed respite from the stresses of my job.

There's one particular state park that I like to go to for long weekends. It's heavily wooded, blissfully serene, and has not yet been "discovered" by the weekend campers. Pulling my RV into the park, I selected a beautifully secluded site.

It was already a long weekend, but I had made it even longer by calling in sick a day early so that I could have four complete days in the woods to hike, rest, read, commune with nature, and practice my campsite culinary skills. I'd been looking forward to the weekend for a long time.

Work deadlines and job stresses were obliterated from my mind as I set up camp. I'd hooked up the generator to my RV and gathered jugs of water from a nearby natural spring all by about noon on Thursday, and then went for a long, leisurely walk through the dense woods, savoring the natural smells that were so refreshingly different from the city smog. By the time I got back to my RV, other campers were beginning to roll into the park.

Thankfully no one had parked their RVs too close to where I was, so I was still isolated, and I took off my shirt and sat in the camp chair in only my shorts, reading a novel I bought three weeks earlier but had not had the time to start. It was an idyllic setting with the birds chirping and a nearby stream flowing. The weather was phenomenal, and I felt like a new man, no longer stressed or feeling hunted or harried.

Midway through the second chapter of my book, I saw another RV pull into a spot near to me. The young man who drove it was alone, as I was. My eyes kept wandering from my book to my new neighbor, cursing him for invading my private spot, but, even so, I couldn't help but notice that he was indeed a hot-looking guy. I judged him to be in his early twenties. He had semi-long blond hair and a muscular physique. He was exactly the type of guy I'd try to hit on if we were in a gay bar. But we were not in a gay bar, so I cooled my simmering libido and tried to focus on my novel.

I wasn't much good at shutting out the delightful distraction of my new neighbor, though, especially when he peeled off his shirt to reveal a v-shaped torso with wonderfully rippling muscles. He had a pair of exquisite buns stuffed tightly into a pair of ultra-short silk jogging shorts. They were so short that the bottoms of those buns were provocatively exposed, making me wonder if he was wearing underwear.

I found myself fantasizing about him, wondering if he had a big cock or not, wondering if he was gay. And the more I fantasized, the more I became aware of the swelling in my cock and of the fact that I hadn't been with another man in nearly a month. My book no longer could hold my interest. It didn't have the fascination for me that my new neighbor did.

I set the book aside and watched him move. He had a certain grace and agility that turned me on. So, soon, I decided to be neighborly and go over and pay a visit to that young stud, trying to subtly discern if he might be gay and if he'd be available for a long weekend of fun.

Trent was twenty-six, an accountant, and lived just a few miles away from me. And before long, he was talking about how lonely he had become since his lover, Ashley, had moved out two months ago.

My hopes were high, but I was also cautious. After all, one of my female friends was named Ashley, it was a unisex name. So, I casually mentioned the name of an obscure gay bar. My heart fluttered when Trent smiled, nodded his head, and said, "I haven't been there for a long time. That's where I met Ashley, in fact."

Bingo! Trent was gay and available. He was also quite convenient.

It took damn little coaxing to get Trent out of those skimpy jogging shorts. Just as I had figured, he wore no underwear underneath. The hunky-looking man stood totally naked in the great outdoors, and, just as I had hoped, his cock was a fucking whopper!

Straight Fiction: Cum Party

By: Many Feathers

 

 

 

It wasn't something I would normally even consider doing. But when Brad came over one evening to watch the game with me, he mentioned that he had recently participated in a wild little evening with several other guys and two women. Knowing Brad as well as I did, I wasn't too surprised - he was always telling me about this or that, some conquest he'd recently had, or some girl he'd met in a bar who had given him a blowjob in the men's room or something. But I had to admit, as I listened to his story, though it was pretty wild and far-fetched in my mind, it certainly was interesting.

"Listen Mike, I'm not pulling your leg here," he told me. "One of the guys I work with told me he'd gone there himself. So the following weekend he invited me along, and I went with him, and sure enough it was just like he said."

"So how does this all work?" I asked skeptically.

"We have this email address, you email them and tell them you're interested in attending the party. You have to send a current photo I.D. of yourself, and some guy then checks that against you when you show up at the door. If he's satisfied, he lets you in. They only accept like a dozen guys at a time, so it's almost on a first come first serve sort of basis."

"First cum is right," I laughed still thinking the whole idea was crazy.

"Anyway, if you're approved, they send back an email giving you the date and time and room number of whatever motel or hotel it is they're staying at. Once you get that you just show up."

"And they're not charging anyone to do this?" I asked once again.

"Nope! Seriously, the two women just get off on all this, and do it just about every weekend, just for fun. And trust me, when I went, it was fun! A little kinky in some ways, perhaps, but damn fun!"

"So tell me what happened and what you did when you went," I said becoming a bit more curious and interested now.

"Well, the two girls basically put on a show for the guys, though it's obvious they're really enjoying it. But you can touch them or fuck them whenever you want while this is all going on. You have to wear a condom of course."

"That's nice to know."

"Yeah, but the main reason for all this is they want you to cum on them when you do. Not in the condoms, so if you're ready to pop they want you to tell them. That's basically the whole point of doing this, for them. They really get off on that. It can get pretty messy, especially with a dozen guys there, but that's the whole point I guess. Like I said, it gets pretty wild."

"I don't know Brad, I can certainly see you going and doing something like this, but not too sure about myself, especially with a bunch of other guys standing around as well."

He laughed at that. "Yeah, I wondered about that myself, but after you're there and see these two girls going at it, then you sort of put the rest of all that in the background and it doesn't really matter anymore. And besides, both women are actually pretty attractive, good looks, nice tits, and put on a pretty good show with one another, and obviously enjoy it when they do."

I thought about it, and then gave in, my curiosity and dick getting the better of me. "Ok, go ahead and tell them we're interested," I told him. He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Already did. Friday night, 8 o'clock, room 431!"

Bisexual Fiction: Switch Hitter

By: HerLittlePiggy

 

 

My girlfriend, Mandy, and I had gone out drinking, and we were both pretty wasted. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and as I started to walk off she grabbed me and pulled me back to her. She wrapped her arms around me as she sat on the bar stool and kissed me deeply. Our lips parted and our tongues entwined in a white hot kiss as she ground her pussy against my rapidly rising cock.

She broke off the kiss and giggled as she squeezed my hard cock through my shorts. "That was to make sure you miss me while you're gone," she said as she sent me on my way.

I walked to the men's room with a prominent bulge in my shorts, thanks to Mandy's teasing, and then unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-erect dick to pee at the urinal, as another guy entered and stepped beside me to use the other. I kept my eyes forward, as I always do in a public restroom, and I was startled when the guy beside me spoke.

"Very nice," he said looking down at my still semi-hard dick.

I looked at his face, careful not to look down, and he smiled as his eyes directed me downward. I followed his eyes down to see that his cock was fully hard and I was shocked. Not just because it was hard, but also because it was enormous, easily ten inches long with a thick bulbous head. His hand pumped it slowly as I watched.

Despite the fact that I had never entertained a conscious homosexual thought in my life, I felt my dick twitch and start to stiffen. He continued to slowly stroke his giant cock as he spoke softly. "Do you want a taste?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I stammered as I stuffed my near rigid dick into my pants and walked to the sink. I quickly washed my hands and walked back to Mandy in a daze.

"Did you miss me?" she asked as she pulled me to her and kissed me again. "Mmm, I guess you did," she giggled as she felt my hard cock press against her thigh. "Unless some guy got you hard in the men's room," she teased.

"Actually, some guy did just hit on me in the washroom."

"Oh really? Do tell!"

I proceeded to tell her the whole story, including my unexpected interest in watching him play with his giant cock, and when I finished Mandy was flushed with excitement.

"That was so fucking hot," she said breathlessly. "Feel this," she said softly as she took my hand and guided it under her skirt to her naked pussy. She was soaking wet. "So his dick was really big?" she asked tentatively.

"It was huge, Mandy. Like porn star big."

"Mmm, and looking at him stroking it kind of excited you, didn't it?" Mandy asked. Her voice was thick and raspy and it was clear that she was getting more and more excited.