Straight Fiction: Silence Is Goldwyn

By: RejectReality

Once I started high school, my parents told me I was responsible for doing my own laundry. I didn't mind doing it, the problem was the laundry room in our building closed pretty early, at least for my liking.

The motel at the edge of town opening the 24-hour laundromat recently was a godsend and suited me perfectly, allowing me the freedom to do my laundry later at night. I preferred to do my laundry on Friday nights since I stayed up late on the weekends anyway, plus doing it later at night also meant I rarely had to deal with anyone and never had to wait for washers and dryers to be free.

It was one of those Friday nights and I was sitting in my parent's car waiting on my laundry. I checked the time on my phone, shut off the car, and headed back into the laundromat. The place was empty, as it usually was.

Once I transferred all my clothes from the washers to the dryers, I headed back out to my car. It was way more comfortable than the plastic seats inside, and I was parked close enough to use the free Wi-Fi.

With about five minutes to go on the dryers, I saw the motel room door just to my left open. Upon seeing my principal, Mr. Maclean, emerge, I covered the light from my phone and shrank back in my seat. He had developed a serious hate-on for me after I dated and then dumped his daughter.

Fortunately, he walked to his car and drove away. I breathed a sigh of relief but had to wonder why he was leaving a motel after midnight. It didn't really matter, so I decided to go ahead and empty the first dryer, which was a couple of minutes ahead of the one for which I had marked the time.

It worked out perfectly; by the time I'd finished with each load, the next dryer was shutting off. I stashed the first two baskets in my car, and then returned for the final one.

I put the last basket in the back seat and shut the door just in time for the same motel door to open. I could barely believe my eyes when I saw my senior English teacher, Ms. Goldwyn, step out of the door.

I couldn't help but stare.

She had her strawberry blonde hair down instead of tied back in a ponytail — though it looked a little mussed. She was wearing a tight black dress that showed off her body in a way that shocked me compared to the way she'd dressed in school. The skirt was short, and the neckline showed cleavage from tits that were way bigger than I'd realized they were.

I saw her stiffen and heard her gasp when she saw me. That was also the moment when I gathered enough of my wits to realize that my principal had exited the door only a few minutes before. I put two and two together, and the next thing I knew, I heard myself mutter, "Ms. Goldwyn?"

"Shit," she said under her breath.

I'd never heard her curse before, so it was yet another shock to the system that kept me from climbing in my car. We stared at each other in stunned silence for a couple of seconds before my face started to burn. I looked away and reached for the door handle.

"Jason, wait...," she said. I heard her heels clicking on the pavement as she quickly walked toward me.

I was too embarrassed to respond, but by the time I'd opened the car door, she was standing next to me. She put her hand on the door to keep me from opening it more.

"Jason, I can... This isn't..." She let out a great sigh, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Is there any chance you can forget what you saw here tonight?"

"I dunno," I muttered, not really meaning I wasn't sure if I could keep it a secret or not; it was just what came out while I was feeling uncomfortable and avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, God, I can't believe this is happening," she said, panicked. She knew I knew Mr. Maclean was married, and I'm sure she was afraid I was going to say something around school about what I'd witnessed.

She took a breath and said, "I can't believe I'm going to do this," then she took a step closer, and spoke quietly into my ear, "If you forget what you saw here tonight, I'll… I'll have sex with you."

Holy fucking shit! my inner voice screamed as I turned to look at her without thinking. Did she really just say that? All I could do was stand there frozen in place. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, and my cock had gone from soft to rock-solid in almost an instant.

When I didn't immediately answer, she looked down and saw my hardness, then moved my hand that was holding the door and curled her fingers around my wrist. I let go of the door handle, and she pushed the door closed before pulling on my arm.

"Hurry, before anyone sees us," she said, pulling me in the direction of the motel room.

My heart and my thoughts were both racing as she drew me inside the room. The sight of the unmade bed rather forcefully reminded me of what she was supposed to be encouraging me to forget.

She cupped my chin in her hand and forced me to look at her. She was wearing her teacher expression when she said, "I want your word. I do this for you, and you never tell a soul what you saw here tonight."

"I... I..." My brain simply wouldn't work. All I could do was stammer and stare at her.

"Won't tell anyone?" she prompted, and then licked her lips.

"Won't tell," I repeated.

"Good," she said and smiled at me. "On the bed, then."

Ms. Goldwyn put her hand between my shoulder blades and prodded me to do as she had said with a gentle push. I took the couple of steps forward, still moving on autopilot and in complete disbelief that it was actually happening. Another push on my shoulder turned me around, and another prompted me to sit. I felt like a marionette with no control of my own body.

I was stiff as a board when she tried to lift my leg. My eyes homed in on her cleavage of their own accord. My face burned even hotter when I tore my gaze away from her tits.

"Nervous?" she asked while lifting my leg and putting a hand under the heel of my shoe.

I nodded.

"It's your first time, isn't it?"

I was too embarrassed to tell her she was right. I was awkward around girls, especially when it came to trying to get them into bed, and I had only ever dated one girl — Mr. Maclean's daughter — and she wouldn't put out ('I'm saving myself for marriage,' she told me) which is why I ended up dumping her.

"You don't have to say it. I can see it in your face. Just relax," she said while slowly pulling on my shoestring. "I promise that when I'm done, my mouth will be the only thing you'll remember about tonight."

All Male Fiction: Pure Desire (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

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"I know where the key is," Ryan stated. "My father keeps it."

"Where?" Marc asked.

"With him," Ryan replied.

"With him?" Marc repeated.

Ryan nodded and then said, "Father only gives me the key once a week so that I may give my penis and my sperm guard a thorough cleaning."

"Wait, your dad locked your dick in that thing before you even sprouted pubes, right?"

"Pubes?" Ryan questioned.

"Pubic hair," Marc said, and, still sitting with his jeans pulled down, reached down and combed his fingers through the trimmed hair above his cock.

Ryan let his eyes fall to Marc's crotch, then, as he came to understand what the word meant, he looked back to Marc's face and replied, "Yes, that right."

"And he's been letting you take it off your dick once a week since then, and you're telling me you've never wanted to or even tried to whack yourself off while you were out of it?" Marc questioned as he mimicked masturbation by pumping his fist in the air. "Not even once?"

"No! Never!" Ryan replied, offended by the question. "I did not even know what…" Ryan started and then paused. He felt the word Marc used was dirty and not something he should say, although he liked hearing Marc use words like that. He then continued, "…what that was or that such a thing even existed until you just… just showed me."

"That's fucked up," Marc said shaking his head. "But now that you do know what it is, the next time your dad gives you the key to that thing, you're gonna try it, aren't you?"

Ryan shook his head. "Father supervises me while I clean my sperm guard and my penis."

"Your dad watches you in the shower, watches you wash your dick?!" Marc asked.

"Yes," Ryan replied, not understanding why Marc seemed so shocked by such a thing; it was completely normal to him. "All fathers supervise their sons in such a manner to ensure that if any swelling occurs down there while washing, the sacred sperm is not expelled accidentally."

"That's fucked up," Marc said again. "So you've never cum before, ever?"

"I'm sorry, but I do not know what the word you just used means."

Marc shook his head. All of this was so strange to him, so unimaginable. He then went about explaining to the naïve and sheltered boy what the word in question meant. "Cumming means shooting your… err… expelling your sperm, as you call it. Have you ever done that?"

Ryan shook his head and then said, "No, I just told you, I've never…" he paused, again finding himself unable to use the dirty word Marc had used, and then continued, "done what you just did before. The expulsion of sperm is something that is reserved only for marriage, and only to procreate."

"Uh-huh," Marc said shaking his head some more. "Ok, I get that you've never actually jerked off before, but since you never have, you must have had a wet dream before, at least once?" Marc questioned.

"What is a wet dream?" Ryan inquired.

"A wet dream is when you cu… expel your sperm while you are sleeping. Usually when it happens, you are having a hot dream."

"You mean, if you get too warm or start sweating while you're asleep and dreaming you can expel your sperm?" Ryan asked innocently.

"Wow!" Marc said under his breath. "No, a hot dream is when you dream about sex."

"Oh," Ryan said understanding now; he knew that sex meant procreating. "No, I've never had a dream such as you describe. I don't see how I could dream of something I've not yet experienced."

"Would you like to experience it?" Marc asked.

"Procreation?"

"No, cumming."

"To expel my sperm outside of marriage or for any other reason than to procreate would be a sin," Ryan replied.

"Why, because that's what your dad told you?"

Ryan nodded.

"I get that your parents have certain beliefs and that they raised you with those same beliefs, but that doesn't mean that you have to live your whole life according to what they believe."

"It's all I've ever known," Ryan replied.

"I know, but it doesn't have to stay that way forever. You're eighteen now, a man, and you can make the decision to know something else and develop your own belief system; to leave your sheltered life behind and discover a whole new world that exists outside of your own; to experience the joys and pleasures life has to offer that you've never known."

"Like what?" Ryan asked.

"Like sex," Marc said.

"I don't think I want to get married yet."

Marc laughed. "You don't have to. That's what I am talking about when I say you need to experience a world outside of your own. In today's world, people have sex for fun and pleasure, whether they are married or not."

"Really?" Ryan asked with widened eyes.

"Uh-huh… and guys jerk off all the time too. It's normal, natural; at least to almost everyone else in the world."

"I can't imagine a world like that," Ryan said.

"That's fair, I guess. I can't imagine living in a world like yours either," Marc chuckled. "If you want, though, I can help you."

"Help me? How?"

"I can show you what it's like to cum."

"You already did; I saw you touch your penis and expel your sperm."

Marc smiled and laughed quietly at the freakish naivety of the farm boy. "I meant, I can help show you what it feels like to cum."

Ryan's eyes widened once more at Marc's proposition. After seeing Marc expel his sperm and how pleasurable it appeared to be, he had to admit to himself that he was now very curious to know what it was like, what it felt like, however, he still felt it was wrong to expel his sperm except to procreate.

"I don't know…" Ryan answered.

"Trust me, you'll like it."

Ryan still wasn't sure. Marc had made some valid points about him making his own decisions regarding his religious beliefs, but, still, he couldn't be expected to just immediately drop all of the beliefs instilled in him by his parents all of his life.

"I'm telling you, cumming is great. You'll feel something you've never felt before, and it will feel unbelievably good!"

Ryan's penis began to respond to what Marc was suggesting: It was swelling up inside his sperm guard, just like it did every morning when he awoke, ever since he had hit puberty. It was that uncomfortable feeling between his legs that instantly reminded Ryan that even if he wanted to try what Marc was suggesting, it would be impossible for him to do so. He could not even attempt to do to his penis what he saw Marc do to his own, while wearing his sperm guard. And he could not remove it because his father had the key; not that his father would give it to him, even if he was at home.

"So, how about it? Want to experience a pleasure you've never known?" Marc asked a few moments later.

"I-I can't. I really can't," Ryan replied.

"No, you can, you're just stuck on what your parents told you, about it being wrong to do it for fun. Well, I'm telling you, it is fun, and it's not wrong. No offense, but you're parents and any others who share their beliefs are wrong. They are in the minority in the real world. But the only way you will ever know that I speak the truth, the only way you can develop your own beliefs, is to be your own man and experience new things. And what I am suggesting is the first and most important step you need to take."

"I-I want to… know what it's like to… to cum," Ryan said, a strange, almost exciting feeling running through his body as he uttered the dirty word. "But I can't, because I don't have the key to my sperm guard."

"Yeah, I know," Marc said. "But there are others ways a guy can cum, without touching his dick."

"There are?"

"Yeah," Marc smiled.

"How?" the curious boy asked.

"Stand up and take off your clothes and I'll show you."

"Take off my clothes?"

Marc laughed. "Well you can't cum with your clothes on, now can you?"

"I-I guess not," Ryan said. He stared at Marc for a few moments and then nervously stood up and then began to just as nervously undress.

Straight Fiction: Payback Is a Bitch!

By: Nessus & Ryan Michaels

Life's tough in the big city, especially as a junior executive in a global conglomerate. I was so far down the pecking order I couldn't even see the Vice President's office, let alone dream about being in it. That's why I had to get the promotion.

"It's two levels above me, Melanie," I said to my girlfriend as we lunched. "Maybe even three. I have to get it."

"Alan that would be great! Do you think you have a chance?" Her beautiful eyes glistened with excitement and her large breasts heaved under her white blouse.

I stared moodily out the window at the teeming city streets. Life had certainly changed since I'd moved here from Kansas six years ago to make my fortune in the Big Apple. "Yeah, I've got a chance. I figure it'll be between two of us."

"Only two? That's fantastic! You and who else?" Her plump lips glistened and I found myself fantasizing about my cock between them.

"Louise Tellat," I finally answered.

Melanie's face fell. "Oh. Louise?" Louise Tellat was the head of the department that Melanie worked in, and was Melanie's immediate manager.

"You don't have to take sides," I said sulkily. "I'll give it my best shot."

"Louise is pretty good," Melanie said with a worried tone in her voice. "Best boss I've worked for."

"So, you don't think I can beat her?"

"Well..."

"She's pretty strange, the way she dresses, that punky hair. Doesn't she live down near the Village with the weirdo set? God knows what she gets up to."

"She has artistic interests," Melanie said defensively. "But that doesn't mean she's not good at her job."

Angrily, I threw the credit card on the table. "I said you don't have to take sides, but it looks like you are, against me!"

"Alan, that's not the way it is. Can we talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

We parted there and I angrily strode back to the office. It's always great when your girlfriend decides to support the opposition! I sat at my desk as night fell on the city, running through my strengths and weaknesses as they related to the promotion and my shot at getting it. In all honesty, I knew that Louise would beat me, so I had to exploit her weaknesses.

I sat bolt upright. Her main weakness was her fondness for the edge, the counter-culture look and all that goes with it. That, I could exploit with a few well-placed rumors. After all, I had a week to play. I laughed to myself as I rode the subway and scribbled notes.

The next day, I started placing the rumors.

A few days later, Melanie leaned across the table as we were having a coffee break. "Have you heard the terrible rumors about Louise?" she whispered.

"No," I said, acting surprised. "What rumors?"

Melanie looked around and then leaned closer. "Drugs. Alan, I don't believe it, but somebody saw her shooting up in the restroom."

"You're kidding me!?"

"No, I'm not," she said earnestly as I hid a smile.

**********

Melanie had to fly down to our Florida office, so she missed the memo announcing my promotion, but she phoned me as soon as she heard. Louise coldly congratulated me and, surrounded by people patting me on the back, agreed to join us for a Friday night celebratory drink.

I was surprised when Louise sat next to me at the bar and said, "Sorry if I seemed cold before. I was just disappointed. No hard feelings?" she asked extending her hand.

"No hard feelings," I agreed and shook her hand. I wasn't sure if she really meant it or was just doing it for appearances sake, but, shortly after that, and more than once, I felt her shoe graze my leg.

I finally looked down at her long legs extending from her short skirt and looked up to find her studying me. "Like what you see?" she smiled and I blushed, but, bolstered by alcohol and my success, pushed on.

"I sure do."

She giggled a bit and then turned back to talk to someone else.

Finally, it was time to go and Louise picked up her large clumsy bag and followed me to the door. "Share a cab?" she asked.

"Sure, why not," I answered.

She sat close to me in the back of the cab. Driven by the sight of her long legs and my hardening cock, I found myself asking her up for a drink, my apartment closer than hers, which meant the cabbie dropped me home first. We both knew what I really meant, and I was delighted when she agreed.

Louise insisted she make the drinks, and we kissed when she handed me mine. "Here's to your promotion, and to a great night ahead," she said, smiling knowingly at me as she drained her glass.

Hurriedly, I followed suit and reached for her. "No, no," she said, gently pushing me away. "You get into bed and I'll freshen up." She then disappeared into my bathroom, and I eagerly stripped all my clothes off and climbed into bed. Drowsily, I lay there, waiting for her to join me, and that was the last thing I remembered about that night.

I woke with a pain in my groin as the morning light streamed in. There was no sign of Louise, and I found myself staring at a metal contraption that encased my cock. My poor cock was threaded through a narrow metal tube that was bent over my balls and fastened with a shiny ring that looked like a handcuff, and encircled my balls next to my body.

I rushed to the toilet and found I had to sit to pee. Relief came as I emptied my bladder and the pain subsided. I tugged and tugged at the device but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in and it was then that I saw the note on the dresser: When you realize you can't get it off, call me. A simple L was scrawled next to a cell phone number. Louise! That bitch!

Punching the number in, I waited impatiently for Louise to answer as I stood naked in my apartment, the silver contraption constraining my genitals.

"Hello?"

"Louise, you fucking bitch!"

Click! I stared at the phone in shock. She hung up! I took some deep breaths and attempted to calm down, then dialed the number again.

"Hello?"

"Louise," I said desperately. "Don't hang up!"

"Alan, baby," she sneered. "What a surprise. Like your little gift?"

"Why did you do this to me?" I cried.

Her voice grew cold. "Revenge, baby. Pure revenge! You fucked with me, Alan. Took my job! I was the best and you fucking know it. I put a small and a medium sized chastity belt in my bag. Just knew it had to be a small," she snickered.

"Louise," I pleaded. "It's not my fault they picked me instead of you."

"Bullshit! You and your fucking rumors!"

"Rumors?" I said innocently and the phone went dead once again. Gritting my teeth, I made the call again.

"Hello Alan," she snapped before I could speak. "You lie to me again and it stays on forever. Got it?"

I gulped. "Got it," I mumbled.

"Guess your morning hard-on felt a little different this morning," she laughed.

"Louise, how do I get it off?" I begged.

"You don't!" she snapped. "I'm the only one that can take it off, and I don't feel like it yet. I'm still pissed at you."

"How long?" I asked brokenly.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a week… a month."

"A month!" I exclaimed. "What do I tell Melanie?"

"Melanie? Yeah, guess I forgot about her." She laughed again and then said, "Let's just hope we can do a deal before she returns from Florida."

"Deal?" I quickly asked. "What kind of deal?"

Louise laughed again. "Let's talk on Monday. Have a great weekend, Alan." The line went dead and I stared at the metal tube that encased my cock. Suddenly, I realized the longest I'd ever gone without cumming was two or three days and I felt frightened that somebody had that much control over me. I had to get this thing off of me!

All Male True Experience: Playing Hooky

By: chicagobasil

 

 

 

I had decided to take the day off from work. I just didn't feel like going in that day, so I called in and took a personal day. I did some things around the house in the morning, then, in trying to decide what to do with the rest of my day, I got the urge to stop at a bookstore I used to go to every now and again. I figured at this time of the day I would find another horny guy on his lunch break or something.

When I got there I headed down to the basement, which is where the porn booths were located, and looked around. There was only one other guy lurking around, an older, not very hung nor very appealing guy. Since I didn't have to be anywhere all day I decided to hang out in a booth and wait, hoping that someone else would come in.

Soon I heard a few others moving around and I stepped out of the booth to check out the fresh meat. As I stepped into the main area a very nice-looking guy was on his way down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of warm-up pants, a grey t-shirt, and a jacket. He had both ears pierced and I could see that he had a nice chest under his tight tee. When one of the lights that kept the stairs dimly lit caught his face, I could see that he was really hot, too!

He headed over to the token machine. I stepped up behind him to get a better look at his butt! I was not disappointed. He had a really nice bubble butt filling out the back of those pants!

I was so busy looking at his ass that I didn't notice that he was having trouble with the token machine, until suddenly he turned around and said, "Maybe you can get this thing to work," giving me a very charming smile.

"No problem," I said smiling back.

He stepped to the side and I looked at the machine, hoping to work some magic on it. I immediately saw the problem. The "Temporarily out of Service" light was on. We laughed and then headed upstairs to get some tokens from the clerk instead. He walked up to the counter ahead of me and in the full light of the bookstore, I could see that this guy had a really nice build on him. He also had the most beautiful green eyes!

When he walked past me to head back downstairs, I caught him checking me out too. He looked back and smiled and I knew then that we were definitely going to have some fun together! I quickly purchased some tokens and headed back downstairs.

As I hit the bottom step, I saw the hot dude slightly hesitate as he headed into the first booth, looking around the door to be sure I was coming down the steps. He loaded his machine, and then I froze. Standing just a couple of feet away from a very hot guy, I fucking froze! I stood there looking at the half-opened door, just hoping that he would push it open a little and invite me in. What if he was not really checking me out? What if I was wrong? I didn't know what had come over me. Why I was suddenly so doubtful of his interest in me? I backed down and headed to another booth at the end of the row.

A few minutes later my older 'friend' poked his head into my booth. I was pretty fed up with him by then and politely told him I wasn't looking for company. He left my booth but hung around outside of it. I wanted that hot jock stud so bad!

Another minute or so passed, and then I saw him. He was standing outside my booth. Was he waiting for an invitation? Was the old guy's presence outside my door preventing him from getting up the nerve to enter my booth? I opened the door a little wider and gave him a nod to show that I was interested. That's all it took and he stepped inside.

All Male Fiction: I Spy (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

Eric slipped into Coach Anson's office at the back of the boys' high school locker room. Eric, who was five-nine, weighed one hundred and sixty-five pounds, with dark hair, and brown eyes, and who was muscular and fit and had a bubble butt was one of Southfield High's up-and-coming athletes. He had just turned eighteen and, like most guys his age, was horny all the time. Which is why he was in Coach Anson's office snooping around. He was looking for the key to the Coach's desk. Rumors abounded that the Coach kept porno magazines locked in the bottom drawer, and Eric desperately needed to get off right then and wanted to go into a stall and pump out a load of sperm while looking at porn.

Before he had managed to locate the key, though, Eric suddenly heard voices entering the locker room. It sounded like two voices - a man and a woman – and as the voices got closer, with no way to escape without being seen, Eric ducked inside a locker housed inside Coach Anson's office that held the Coach's clothes as well as some personal hygiene products on the top shelf.

Looking through the slats in the locker door, Eric recognized Mr. Diego, along with a sexy young brunette woman he hadn't ever seen before as they entered Coach Anson's office.

Mr. Diego was Eric's geometry teacher, but to everyone else, he was "Alex." Alex was in his mid-twenties and made all the girls at Southfield swoon. He was Hispanic and handsome, stood five foot eleven, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a muscular frame that rippled when he walked. The cut of his pants showed off every finely sculpted muscle of his ass, and his arms and chest popped out of his short-sleeved polo shirts.

As Alex and the young woman entered Coach Anson's office, Alex's hand was wrapped around the young woman's ass. They were laughing and hanging on each other. Then Alex spoke. "We'll have some privacy in here."

The young woman replied with a smile and her hand reached around Alex's sturdy torso and cupped his luscious ass firmly. Her hand then darted back to the front of Alex's pants and began unbuckling his belt. Eric watched as they began to undress, standing only ten feet away from his hideout in the locker.

Alex's pants dropped to the floor. He was not wearing any underwear, and his cock, which was fat and uncut, was semi-aroused already, jutting out slightly. She handled Alex's cock as he reached to unzip her skirt, and Alex's cock became harder and thicker as she played with it, and got rock hard in no time. Alex's cock wasn't only thick, it was also pretty long. It had to be at least eight inches.

Alex hiked up her skirt over her abdomen and turned her around and bent her over Coach Anson's desk. She was now facing away from the locker, but Alex blocked her view from Eric when he came up close behind her. His ass cheeks faced Eric; they were hairless and bronzed. They hung like cantaloupes, tight and bouncy at the same time.

The next thing Eric witnessed from his hiding spot was Alex entering the young woman from behind. Alex slipped inside skillfully and began to buck faster and faster, holding onto her shoulders for support. He then grabbed her hips and fucked her harder and harder.

Alex's bucking quickened and then he withdrew as he began to cum. Eric soon saw Alex's cum running down her leg. Alex stepped aside and trailed his finger through the little rivers of cum, drawing his finger upwards, and then inserted his cum-coated finger into her mouth. He smiled and whispered, "Just want to leave you something to remember me by."

With that, Alex and the young woman quickly dressed and moved towards the door of Coach Anson's office. They were both stunned when they realized Coach Anson had been standing there quietly for several minutes, observing their fuck session. Eric had been so involved in watching Alex and the woman fucking that he hadn't heard or noticed the Coach come up to the door, either.

Alex, the woman, and Eric all stood silently looking at the coach, wondering what was going to happen next as he eyed both of them.

After an awkward pause, Alex spoke first. "Hey, Coach, didn't see you standing there."

Coach Anson motioned for the young woman to leave, and she scrambled through the door, but his arm moved across the doorframe and blocked Alex's path when he moved to follow her out.

Coach Anson was in his mid-thirties, with dark blond hair and brown eyes, stood five-ten, and weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds. He was fit and built; his hairy muscular forearms stretching the arms of his light-colored t-shirt, his bulging pecs straining the thin t-shirt across his chest. Coach Anson's ass was a muscular silhouette filling out his navy track pants. He was pumped like he'd just completed a strenuous workout.

Coach Anson retorted, "That's because you were too busy banging that chick. How many times do I have to come in here to find you slamming your meat into one of the substitute teachers?"

"Just trying to make her feel welcome," Alex joked trying to break the tension, moving backward as Coach Anson stepped forward.

Coach Anson followed as Alex backed toward his desk and spoke sternly, "I already caught you in here once this week, and once a couple of weeks ago." He then asked, "What did I say, Diego?" as the back of Alex's legs bumped into Coach Anson's desk.

Alex thought for a moment, his face showing a thought crossing his mind. He didn't say a word.

Coach Anson followed up. "I said, I would teach you to keep your dick in your pants, and I guess that's what it's come down to."

Eric watched in awe as Coach Anson swiftly grabbed Alex's left hand and twisted it behind Alex's muscled back. Alex tried to squirm away but was trapped. Coach Anson wrenched Alex's hand tighter against his back until Eric could see the pain visible on his face.

Alex winced and breathed in quickly, whispering, "What do you want, Coach?"

Coach Anson kept Alex's left hand pinned while his free hand reached around Alex's waist and undid Alex's belt. With one swift move, Alex's pants fell to the ground again, exposing his soft cock and naked ass.

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 2)

"Getting Pumped"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels

 

 

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After sucking my first cock, I craved to do it again. It was all I could think about. Luckily my best friend Adam - the recipient of that first blowjob - was only too happy to help me satisfy my craving. He had a home gym set up in his basement and I'd been going to his place a few times a week for the last couple of years to work out with him. We'd work out, hang out for a bit after, and then I'd go home.

Now, with Adam no longer fucking that girl Lisa and not getting any from any other girls at the time, those workout sessions always ended with Adam wanting a blowjob. Since one or both of his parents were always around, we'd scurry up to his bedroom and I'd suck him off. I loved sucking him off and always took care of myself later on.

Sucking his big cock and taking his load down my throat was so hot for me, but I wanted to try more things with him, too. Little did I know at the time, but I would get my wish.

It happened about six months after I had started sucking Adam's cock. We were both working out in his basement, with me wearing shorts and a basketball jersey and Adam just in shorts; I was doing bench presses, while he spotted me. During my third set on the barbell, I noticed a bulge starting to appear in Adam's shorts. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew it was time to stop working out with weights and give his cock a workout instead. But this time, instead of heading up to his room, he just pulled his cock out through the leg of his shorts while still standing over me and placed it at my lips.

I was surprised at first but then remembered that his mother had gone out a little while after I had arrived and no one was there but us. I opened wide and took it into my mouth as he grabbed the barbell for support.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he held it upwards and then bent his knees and lowered his balls down onto my nose and mouth. "Smell my sweaty balls! Yeah, smell good?"

"Mmmhmm!"

"I bet they taste good, too. Let's find out. Open your mouth and lick them with your tongue. Yeah, that's it!" he said, and moaned as I repeatedly lapped at them, "Suck my fuckin' sweaty balls!"

I sucked them, one by one, and then I got both in my mouth at the same time.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah! Wash the sweat off with your tongue until they're all clean!"

Soon his balls were being pulled from my mouth and replaced with his cock again. While I worked my mouth on his cock, I reached both hands around him and grabbed his ass. It felt rock hard and toned.

"Whoa, man. Don't get too friendly back there. That's an exit only. Yours on the other hand…"

Yanking his cock out of my mouth, he told me to stand up. As soon as I was on my feet, he instructed me to turn around so that my back was to him. In one quick move, he pulled my shorts and underwear to my ankles. I could feel his eyes on my bare ass and then I felt his hands. They were kneading my cheeks, and my crack was opening and closing as a result. I heard a slurping sound and knew what was coming next and I wasn't wrong. I moaned as he slid a finger into me.

"Fuck, you're tight! Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked as he slowly moved it in and out.

"No, never. You're the only guy I've ever sucked, too."

"Well, you're gonna get fucked today. That ass is so tight; I just gotta stick my cock in it! Man, I can't wait to break it in!"

Before I could respond, he was already running up the stairs. I turned and stood there, my shorts and underwear around my feet, completely naked with a hard-on, waiting for him to come back.

When he returned, he was completely naked now too, and he was stroking his cock as he walked across the room. It was slick and shiny with lube. He was holding the bottle in his hand, which he handed to me.

"Squirt a bunch of this up your ass," he said as I took it from him. "Make sure you put lots up there and work it up inside with your fingers. Try to get at least two fingers in there and work them in and out to loosen things up."

I did as he said, first kicking my pulled-down shorts and underwear free from my feet to allow me to spread them apart a bit, and actually managed to get two of my fingers inside me. It hurt a bit at first but quickly started to feel really good. I was even starting to quietly moan a little bit.

When Adam heard this, he lay down on the bench, holding his thick cock in the air, and said, "Ride my cock, Chris. Then you can decide how slow you want it to slide in."

I was nervous, but I wasn't scared. I wanted this and I walked over to him and put one of my legs over him so that I was standing above his cock. I put my hands on his defined chest for support as I lowered myself onto his cock. I felt the big head push against my hole as it started to slide in, and the pain hit me.

"AHH FUCK!"

"It's ok, man. Just relax. Stay like that and let your hole adjust."

I did as he told me and the pain started to go away. Then I started to slowly lower myself further and further down onto his cock. Once it was all the way in me, and I had sat still on it to let my hole adjust, it felt so good. We both let out a moan.

"Fuck, man. Your tight ass feels so good. Ride my big dick!"

I started moving up and down on a few inches of his cock, very slowly. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting gently into me. Both of us were moaning. It was my first fuck and it was amazing; getting fucked by my best friend's eight-point-five-inch cock.

"Stand up and bend over for me, man," he said after a minute or so.

I obeyed him and felt his cock sliding out of me inch by inch as I raised myself up; it made me feel empty and I wanted it back in me. He stood up as I bent myself over, and then he moved behind me. With his cock now pressed at my hole, he started to push it back inside me, and I was thankful it didn't hurt as much this time.

It felt great having his cock back in my ass, and he liked it being there too, as he started thrusting a bit harder.

"Fuck! Your ass feels great wrapped around my cock! I'm gonna fuck you so good!" Adam groaned as he grabbed my hips and started thrusting his cock faster and deeper in and out of my hole. "Fuck yeah. Take my big dick. I'm gonna blow deep in your ass, man."

"Fuck, Adam, not so hard!" I whined. He didn't respond and just kept pounding me, and it was obvious he was going to keep fucking me incessantly, despite my plea of discomfort. 

All I could do was continue to take his cock in me; he was in control, and he was using my body to pleasure himself. At that moment I was just a tight hole for him to use to get off, and those thoughts aroused me even more, made the discomfort worth it, and I closed my eyes and moaned louder than I think I ever had before.

"Oh fuck, Alex, so tight!"

Alex? He just moaned the name of another buddy of ours. Alex was the same age as us, a jock, and had a typical jock body; muscular from playing sports and working out. He had huge biceps and always sported a pretty big bulge. His face was pretty nice to look at, too. But why would my straight friend moan the name of another guy while he was using my hole just to get off? It didn't make sense for him to be thinking about him, or any guy, just then.

"You should get your cock sucked," Adam panted as he continued to ram in and out of my ass.

As I went to open my mouth to tell him that I'd rather he keep fucking me, I heard another voice say, "Yeah, you're right, I should."

All Male Fiction: Pleasing the Boss

By: Unknown Author

I work for the federal government. My job isn't all that exciting, but it pays well and has a great benefits package. Good money aside, I still found myself needing to apply for a company loan, to replace my car, which was on its last legs.

Mr. Harlow, my boss, came up to my desk one day and said he needed to talk to me about my loan application. He instructed me to come with him and led me to one of the boardrooms.

"Well, Peter," he started out, as he motioned for me to take a seat, and took a seat himself. "As you know, when an employee applies for a company loan, we still do a credit check."

I didn't know that. I figured that since the company paid us, if an employee applied for a loan, and didn't make payments, they would just take it off your paycheck. Even so, I just nodded.

"We are like any bank that loans money," he continued. "Before we hand out large sums of cash, we check out the applicant thoroughly."

"Ok," I said. My credit was good, I wasn't worried.

"After doing a check on you, I understand that besides working for the federal government, you also have another source of income."

In checking me out, he had discovered my secret. You see, I make extra money doing amateur gay porn. I don't make much from it, but it gives me a little extra spending money. Being that I worked for the government, they had easy access to any income information on me, something I never thought about when applying for my loan. As I said, I never even thought that they would check me out before granting my loan. I just figured the paperwork was a formality.

"Huh?" was my unplanned reaction to his statement.

"Peter, I know you do porn videos."

Doing amateur gay porn was not something I advertised to my family, friends, or co-workers, but he knew, so there was no sense in even trying to deny it. "So what," I blustered. "It's not against the law. What does that have to do with my loan application? If you checked me out, you must know I don't make much money from that, and I still need the loan."

"Think about it, Peter. If I sign off on your loan application, when the paperwork goes upstairs to the big wigs for final approval, and they see what you do, you'll be out of here in a week."

"You can't fire me for making porn videos; it's totally legal and has no bearing on my job here!" I said almost shouting.

"It won't be for making pornography. The men upstairs are from a different generation Peter. They would probably understand if it was straight porn. Maybe. But this type of porn, no they won't agree with that, and won't want you here."

"Is that a threat?" I shouted. "You do that, and I'll sue you for discrimination based on sexual orientation!" I said standing and slamming my fist on the table. I was pissed!

"Calm down Peter. They won't fire you for being gay or making gay porn. They'll say you are being let go for some other reason. I don't agree with any of that, but you'll be gone just the same."

I sat back in the chair and looked across the table at him. "So then, you called me in here to tell me that I'm not getting the loan, or to tell me I'm fired?"

"No, I didn't say that."

"Well, that's what it sounds like to me. I mean, from what you are saying if you approve my loan, upper management will then have to sign off, read about my other source of income, and, according to you, fire me. And, if you don't sign off on it, they won't find out, I'll get to keep my job, but won't get the loan. So I lose either way."

"No, I think there is a way we can get around this so they won't find out, you'll be able to keep your job, and still get your loan."

"How?" I asked.

"Well, there are some things that can be done to make the info about your other job disappear before they receive the paperwork. You're a good worker, Peter. I don't want to see you lose your job, and I want to help you get the loan you need, but you'll need to help me with some things to make sure the paperwork on your other career disappears."

"I'm just an employee, not management. What can I do?"

He smiled. "I'm a simple man. How about letting me give you a good fuck, like those guys do in your videos?"

I'm sure my mouth must of fell open when he said that. In fact, I know it did.

"What?" I blurted. "Do you honestly think that I would agree to have sex with my boss, all in order to get a loan?" I spat.

"Yes," he said matter-of-factly. "You do porn, Peter. You have sex with strangers for money all the time."

"Yes, for money, and that's just a job. There's a difference," I said and then thought: And those guys are all young and hot, not middle-aged slugs like you.

"Not really. You'll get your loan if you give me what I want, so essentially you will be getting paid for it."

He wasn't all that much to look at - straight hair cut conservatively short, grey eyes, and a round face that looked every one of his fifty-something years. He was built okay, but nothing spectacular.

He stood up from his chair, smiling at me, and pulled down his zipper. He dug inside the fly of his suit pants and pulled out his cock! I couldn't believe what he was doing, and so casually! It was already almost fully hard, and it was a fairly big one and fat. I was impressed.

"Come on, Peter. You do this type of thing all the time with strangers. Is it really too much to ask in order for you to get your loan approved, and, keep your secret?"

He really was something, a long, sad sort of face, the eyes of a cow. But I really needed that loan. Once my car went off to the big junkyard in the sky I would be fucked without a vehicle, so was getting fucked by my boss better than being without a new car, and being fucked anyway?

"Well, Peter?" he said wagging his dick at me. "How badly do you want that loan?"

All Male True Experience: Into the Woods

By: SwallowUwhole

 

 

 

 

There's a particular set of woods on the outskirts of my hometown that were known for being a cruising spot. I used to walk them many times when I was younger. Recently I had gone back to that area and found the woods had changed very little. Thin paths twisted and turned through a maze of shrubs and trees that made for convenient hiding places and the illusion of privacy.

The sun was quickly sinking as I arrived at my old favorite spot: an opening with a heavy canopy of summer leaves which made almost a room-like effect. Off to one side a large rock made the perfect place to lean on while getting sucked, or fucked. By now there was barely enough light to see more than a few feet away, and from the number of used condoms on the ground, it was clear the area was still active.

 

Within minutes I heard the rustling of leaves as someone walked a trail nearby. I could make out the silhouette of a short but muscular man coming into the area from the other side. He was dressed in a blue t-shirt and blue jeans.

When he saw me, he checked me out and then reached down and groped his crotch as he continued to walk towards me. By the time he got across the small open space to where I was standing I was dropping to my knees, leaving no doubt that I was there for the same reason as he was.

He pushed his stuffed denim crotch into my face without hesitation. He was already getting hard and growing at an impressive rate. I reached up to start undoing his belt, but he stopped me. The leaves were crunching once more as another person approached.

We both stood up and I moved a few feet back. Then a twenty-something guy in a red t-shirt and black basketball shorts emerged from the brush. He too was clearly ready for action judging by the bulge in his shorts. I dropped back down to my knees.

All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 1)

By: Rob

I don't really remember how I got here. I know that I was at a party with a few friends. I know that I probably had too much to drink, but that's all I remember of the night before.

I went to move, feeling as if I was floating on air, but something kept me from going anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark, black almost.

I went to say something, I don't know, anything, but I couldn't even do that. Something was keeping me from talking. Something was in my mouth and I couldn't spit it out.

I started to force myself up from my position, but I got nothing. Frustration led to yelling, but it did me no good.

"Ah, you're awake," were the first words I heard.

"hleht he gho," I managed from my gag.

"Oh, no," he replied, "I can't do that until I'm done with you."

"hhat doh hu hant," I asked.

I felt him get closer to me, stroking my back with his hands and leaning closer to my ear.

"I want you to relax and enjoy every moment of this adventure we're going to share together," he replied. He ran his hands all over my body.

It was only then, as his hands were touching my skin, that it dawned on me that I was bare-assed naked, and that the floating sensation was caused by being suspended in the air by a series of ropes and leather braces!

With some conscious thought, I was able to "feel" my position. I was suspended in the air, leaning forward, and held spread-eagle. I could feel the leather on my skin and smell it in the air. I could feel the cold air against my cock and balls as much as the air on my back. I began to wonder my lot in this situation. Was my unseen tormentor going to maim me or kill me? Was I ever going to get free from this place… wherever I was? I think my nervousness showed on my face because he began to talk again.

"What's wrong, Robert?" he asked. "Are you afraid of what I'm going to do? Or are you afraid of how much you want me to do it?"

His questions cut through me as did the realization that he knew my name, but I didn't recognize his voice at all.

"I thought it would be nice to see how you respond to some intimate touching," he said, waking me from my own thoughts. "But before we get started, I want you to know why you're here. I know about your little encounter with one of the sorority girls. I know that you didn't do anything that any drunk and horny guy wouldn't do, but, I do know that your actions have terribly upset one young lady that I admire."

If he meant that girl Shannon I fucked, sure I encouraged her to drink, to get her a bit drunk in order to increase my chances, but I didn't force her to drink or force her to have sex. I was drunk, so was she, she said yes. What's the problem? And I asked him just that.

"The problem is I know for a fact that Shannon has never been drunk before that night, and it was you who got her that way," he said. "She was so embarrassed when she realized what had happened, that you had gotten her drunk and then not only took advantage and had sex with her, but you had sex with her on the floor of the frat house in front of everyone! She felt totally humiliated." He put his hand on my chest and trailed circles around my nipples. "And I'm going to make sure you NEVER do something like that to a girl again."

I began to squirm in my restrained position and screamed into the gag, "Hlet mgh gho!"