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 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."

All Male Fiction: Uncle Jake's Place

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

With my parents away on a romantic weekend and my brother Matt away at college, I was enjoying having the house to myself. I loved being able to lounge around the house completely naked and jerk off to porn on the big screen TV in the living room. Have you ever watched porn on a 60" flat screen TV? It's awesome! At eighteen, I was horny all the time, and watching porn on the big screen was one of the first things I did the minute my parents left.

However, by the end of the first day the excitement of porn on the big screen had worn off and I was feeling pretty bored by the time Sunday rolled around. I thought about going online and finding some guy to come over and have sex with me, but I was too scared to give out my address to anyone because you never know who's gonna show up, or if they might show up again uninvited. I was not out to my family and the last thing I wanted was some guy I had fucked showing up at my parent's door looking for more action.

So, bored out of my mind, I decided to go over to my Uncle Jake's place to keep him company, or rather so he could keep me company. Uncle Jake and I got along great, which was probably largely due to the fact that he wasn't that much older than me. My grandparents had my dad young and had Uncle Jake years later. Uncle Jake was only twenty-eight, exactly ten years younger than my dad and ten years older than me.

Even though they had the same parents, my dad and Uncle Jake looked nothing alike. Both were handsome and you could see the family resemblance, but while my dad had brown hair and hazel eyes, Uncle Jake had black hair and blue eyes. He was also a bit taller than my dad and, while my dad wasn't out of shape, Uncle Jake worked out and had a pretty good build on him. He also had a great sense of humor, which my dad didn't, and he was always telling jokes of one kind or another - most of them pretty dirty, but I liked the way he told them, and always with a glint in his eyes.

Uncle Jake worked in real estate and was one of the area's top sales agents, which made it possible for him to purchase a rather nice home and amass quite a bit of money in savings, despite his young age. He worked hard at it and deserved all he had. What he didn't deserve was a gold digger girlfriend, and when he recently discovered her true motives, he quickly dumped her. So besides keeping me company, I figured he could use the company as well.

I phoned him first, just to make sure it was ok for me to drop by, but the line was busy. I tried a few more times over the next fifteen minutes and it was still busy, which told me he was most likely on a business call in front of the computer. I didn't want to sit around by myself and I knew that Uncle Jake wouldn't care if I came over unannounced; I had only really been calling to be polite, just like I always did before I headed over. So, on my last attempt to get through, I left him a voicemail letting him know I was coming over.

Uncle Jake didn't live that far from us, about a ten minute drive, but since I didn't have a car, and with Matt having one of my parent's two vehicles at college and them using the other one, it was either take the bus or ride my bike. I opted for the bike, which made it about a twenty minute trek.

When I got there, I parked my bike at the side of the garage and headed across the driveway towards the house. As I passed by the window to the room that Uncle Jake used as his office, the light was on and I casually glanced in as I passed by… and then I came to a quick stop! With the slatted blind open I could see right in. Uncle Jake was at the computer all right, but he wasn't on the phone doing business, he was sitting in the desk chair with it reared back… and he was completely naked!

The scene I had stumbled upon had immediately aroused me. I had always thought my uncle was a good looking guy and I guess you could say I had developed a bit of a crush on him, often wondering what he looked like naked, what his cock was like and masturbating to those thoughts. I was now getting the chance to see and I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to get a better look, so I made my way off the concrete walk, stepped into the flower bed and carefully, quietly made my way right up to the window.

Uncle Jake's office was on the front corner of the house and his desk was on the other outside wall of the room, so his desk (and chair) was at a side view to the window. Standing to the side of the window and peering around into the room, man did I get an eyeful! From the walkway I could just see that he was naked. Now, up close, I could see that he was playing with his dick while looking at some straight porno pics on the computer, and his dick was rock hard! I couldn't believe my eyes! My uncle's dick must have measured well over eight inches, was very thick, and had a huge mushroom head. I could also see that he had neatly trimmed his pubes into a nice black patch of hair, and his balls were enormous, big and round, shaven smooth and hanging loosely from his body.

I had always wondered if my uncle had a big dick and figured he did because of his big feet and hands, and long, thick fingers - not that that always meant a big dick, but it did more often than not. Needless to say I was not disappointed at what I saw and my stiffening cock was now at full attention inside my pants. The whole thing was like a fantasy come true!

When my eyes drifted away from his cock to scan his body, I noticed that he had a drink in his hand. Uncle Jake liked to drink Rye & Coke, and I began to think that he just might be in the right state of mind for me to make a move on him! This was something I had fantasized about doing many times while jerking off and thinking about him, but never thought I would have the nerve to do. But here, now, right in this moment, with the sight that lay before my eyes, my cock had taken over my brain, deciding to do it the minute my uncle's nakedness and hard dick was displayed to me. It was risky but too good of an opportunity to pass up… well worth the risk to me.

I tried the front door but it was locked. I then slipped around to the back of the house and found the back sliding door unlocked. I figured it would be since I knew my uncle didn't smoke in the house and always went out the back to light up. I slid open the glass door very quietly and then closed it softly so that he wouldn't hear me enter the house. I removed my sneakers and then snuck through the kitchen, down the main hall and over to the office door, which was open. His desk was across from the door, so his back was to me.

I stood and watched for a few minutes and could see that he was really going at it. His legs were stretched out in front of him, spread eagle, and he was furiously fisting his meat with one hand while clicking through porn pics on the computer with his other.

I still had a full hard-on inside my shorts and was getting even hornier being so close while watching my uncle playing with his cock. I wanted to be closer though, and with my horny cock giving me the courage and leading the way, I quietly crept into the room until I was directly behind his chair. Right when I got to it the floor squeaked and he whipped the chair around, shocked to see me there behind him, catching him doing what he was doing.

All Male Fiction: Prep School Retreat

By: A.J.

It was our final year of prep school, and we were all eighteen-year-olds who were happy, healthy, and — at least some of us — quite horny. Being our final year, it was compulsory to attend the camp retreat. The camp setting was beside a back-beach of sun and surf, and there were tennis and basketball courts at the campsite itself.

Upon arrival, we poured off the bus and rushed for the log cabins. There were about eight cabins on the grounds, each capable of housing about eight guys in the double bunks, as well as a small function hall, kitchen and mess room, and a toilet block with showers. I somehow found myself in the same cabin with Scott, Adam, Brian and Kevin, all of with whom I was good friends. I'd had the hots for all of them for a while. They were all pretty nice looking. The only problem was, none of them, well, no one, in fact, knew I was gay, and I knew it wasn't something I could ever tell my friends.

Even though we were good friends, I'd never seen any of them naked before. We did take gym in school, but after gym class we simply changed and had to get to our next class. There was no time for showers, and no one ever took off their underwear when changing in and out of their gym clothes. The showers were there for the guys who were on the various school sports teams. Now, having the chance to share a cabin with them, as well as a communal shower, I was sure to get to see them naked, and that thought was pure bliss.

As for the other three that made up the eight of us, I knew them well enough, but just in passing; we weren't friends or anything. But, I guess that was precisely why we were assigned to the same cabin. The brothers who ran the school considered the retreat a place where we would all, whether we were already friends or not, get to know one another spiritually.

We had an itinerary to follow, including workshops, talk sessions, discussions, and group gigs over a variety of topics designed to "bring us close to God," as the brothers would say. We were also allotted some free time each day to do with what we wanted.

There was, however, one very strict rule put in place for us boys. An all-male nudist group had decided to use the somewhat secluded beach during our week's stay there, and because of this unfortunate (from the brothers' viewpoint) situation, that area of the beach was off limits to us. However, when Kevin decided, during our first free period on the very first day, that he wanted to go swimming, against all warnings of the brothers to stay away from that area of the beach, the five of us ended up stumbling upon the sights. And what sights they were!

Taking in the sights began to stir feelings in my crotch, and my semi-hard cock was making the moderate bulge in my clingy swim trunks obviously larger.

"Shit, we must have gone the wrong way," Brian cursed when he saw all the naked men lying about in the sand. "Let's get the fuck out of here, quick!"

"Yeah, let's!" Adam agreed as they both started to turn.

"Wait," Kevin said. "Are you afraid of the brothers? How are they even going to know we were ever here? It's not like we came here on purpose."

"I'm not afraid of the brothers," Brian said. "I just don't want to be surrounded by a bunch of naked homos."

"Me neither," Adam chimed in.

"How the fuck do you know they're homos?" Scott asked.

"Because, any guy that would join a nudist group that is for men only has to be a homo, and all of them joined, so they all must be homos," Brian replied.

"Yeah," Adam agreed.

"Yeah? So why don't you go over there and ask them and find out for sure?" Scott laughed.

"Fuck that," Brian replied. "I don't want to be that close to a bunch of naked guys!"

"Hate to break it to you, but you're gonna be that close to a bunch of naked guys every single day… when we all have to shower together in the mornings," I laughed, my cock lengthening a bit as I pictured that.

"Yeah, well, being naked with your buddies in the showers is a lot different than hanging out next to a bunch of naked guys on the beach, who you're pretty sure are fags."

"Yeah, but being naked in a communal shower is also different than being naked outside. Haven't you guys always wondered what it would be like to go skinny-dipping before?" Kevin asked.

"I go skinny-dipping all the time," Scott said.

"You do?" the rest of us all responded at the same time.

"Yeah, every day… in the shower," he laughed.

"I'm serious guys; have any of you ever?" Kevin asked again.

"Hmm, have I ever wondered what it would be like to go skinny-dipping with other guys? Uh, no," Brian replied.

"Okay, but being here, and seeing how private it is, and how you can just get naked, outside, in public, and no one cares, kind of makes you want to do it, doesn't it?" Kevin said staring out at the water.

  

"Uh, nope, not really," Brian said.

"It does me," Kevin said.

"Okay, then do it. Go on, I dare you!" Brian taunted.

"Yeah," Adam said. "Go on… or are you all talk?"

"Okay, I will," Kevin replied.

"Yeah, sure," Brian laughed. "Like you'd actually get naked outside, and in front of all those naked homos."

"I would, I will. I've always wanted to do it," Kevin said, and before any of us could say any more, he walked right over to the shore's edge.

I was having trouble keeping my meat from tenting my swim trunks just thinking about seeing Kevin naked, but just as he was about to take off his swim trunks, he instead jumped into the water. When he was waist-deep, he pulled his trunks off and waved them in the air.

As we walked along, encouraging him on, he swam parallel to us. But unbeknownst to him, Adam had sneaked into the water and scooped up the trunks that Kevin had left floating, brought them ashore, and placed them halfway up the beach. When he got tired of playing around, Kevin looked for his trunks, but couldn't find them.

"Hey! Who pinched my trunks?" he shouted when he realized they were gone.

"They're up there," replied Adam, pointing to them.

"Throw them here, will you?"

"You'll just have to come and get them if you want them," Brian said with a grin. "I just hope none of those guys over there," he said pointing at the nudists, "come running over and try to grab your junk before you can get to them," he laughed.

Kevin gave Brian the finger, and then he swam out of the surf and boldly and unashamedly walked up the beach to retrieve his swim suit. Not only did I get a close look at those well-developed shoulders and powerful pecs, that taut stomach and trim waist, but I also got to see a gorgeous blond bush surrounding a fairly long looking soft cock hanging above two huge orbs, the sight of which I engraved in my mind forever.

So, as it turned out, I didn't have to wait until our first morning shower together to see at least one of my buddies naked. But, if I thought that treat was wonderful enough, then what I was to see that night was even better.

It was well after midnight when we scrambled into the bunks and got all snug in our sleeping bags, and then proceeded to shoot the shit together. I, however, couldn't seem to get my thoughts off the sights from earlier that day, and I wanted to jerk off over it. But everyone else wanted to talk on, so I discreetly fondled my hardened meat in my sleeping bag while everyone else chattered.

As the sensations of my caresses increased, I closed my eyes to relive that skinny-dip and what I had felt like doing to Kevin when he got out of the water, and I was soon completely tuned out of anything else. As I heard my name mentioned in the conversation, I brought my senses back to reality, with eyes still closed.

"Hey, it looks like A.J.'s fallen asleep on us," Scott said.

"Simon's asleep, too. Must be that bunk. He crashed awhile back," replied Brian. Simon was one of the three guys I didn't really know, and he was sharing the bunk bed with me, with him on the top bunk.

"I think A.J.'s just faking it," Scott answered.

"I know how to wake him up," offered Kevin.

Opening my eyes slightly, I had this vision of a red caterpillar walking towards me. Kevin was still in his sleeping bag. Arriving at my bunk, he turned his back to me and leaned forward slightly as he began to lower his sleeping bag, with his ass pointing in the direction of my face.

Knowing he was about to pull the adolescent prank of farting in a sleeping guy's face, I sat up quickly and pulled my head towards the back of the bunk, put my hand out in front of my face and said, "Fuck off, I'm awake."

"Told you it would work," Kevin giggled, but what the other guys didn't know, and Kevin probably didn't either, was that when he had slid his sleeping bag down, his jockey shorts had slid down his ass a bit, revealing to me the upper part of his ass cheeks and a bit of his ass crack. That made my already throbbing cock throb some more.

After some laughter from the other guys, Kevin began waddling back to his bunk, but, in his haste, he slipped on the floor and came down with a thud.

"Are you all right Kevin?" I asked as the other guys laughed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, joining in the laughter.

Picking himself up off the floor, he managed to waddle back to his bunk the rest of the way without falling. Conversation died down, Adam reached out and turned off the light switch located near to his bunk, and sleep settled in.

But I couldn't sleep; my hard-on wouldn't let me. I wanted to jerk off right then and there, but I was afraid that if someone was awake they'd hear me, and I knew if that happened I'd be teased for the rest of the trip.

I waited a bit, but my hard-on wasn't going away, so I quietly crept out of the bunk, having decided to go to the toilet block to take care of my problem. Just as I reached the door, I jumped a bit when Brian whispered out in the darkness, "Where you going, A.J.?"

"I have to take a piss," I whispered over my shoulder. Brian didn't respond and just lay back down. I opened the door, exited the cabin, and headed towards the toilet block.

When I got there, the only light was the one above the doorway that led inside. It was kind of creepy when I stepped inside, and I couldn't find any light switch. But, there was this kind of metal mesh along the top of the walls (for ventilation and to let the shower steam escape, I guessed), and the moonlight was shining through it, illuminating the room in areas just enough to see where I was going. That was probably better anyway, than if all the lights had been on; more private for what I was planning to do.

I made my way through, past the urinals and toilet stalls, back towards the shower area. I wanted to be away from the toilet area in case someone else came along to use the washroom.

There was a long bench along a wall by the shower area where people got changed; it was perfect. Pulling my underwear down, I sighed out loud as my hand was finally able to make contact with my horny cock. After a few minutes, I pulled my t-shirt off, as I liked to be completely naked when I jerked off, whenever possible. I didn't consider it too risky; I mean, I was already naked below the waist pumping my raging hard-on, so did it really matter at this point if I had my t-shirt off, too?

Now totally naked and boned, I lay down on the bench and began pumping away furiously on my own meat, imagining myself walking up to Kevin on that beach as he came out of the water naked, dropping to my knees and giving him a blowjob.

So engrossed was I in my own little fantasy that I failed to hear the toilet door creak open and close. "What's going on here?" a deep, stern sounding voice said in the darkness.

All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 2)

By: Rob & Ryan Michaels

Read Part 1

I came to my senses quite suddenly as I felt something cold brush against my neck. I blinked my eyes, trying to see. It dawned on me again that I was still blindfolded, but something felt different, something about my body. My throat was dry, my body ached, and I still couldn't move freely. My arms and legs were securely fastened, but not in the same position as before. Before! 'Before' suddenly came to my mind as I realized that it must be the next day.

I concentrated on feeling anything on me, but all I could feel were the ropes on my arms, the unmoving bonds on my feet, and something under me that I was now lying on. I tried to call out, seeing if anyone was within earshot. I managed a hoarse yell that hurt as it came out. "Ah, you're awake," came the same voice as the night before. "I hope that wasn't too much of a shock to waken you, but I didn't want to scare you."

I was already scared. Here I was, still in the captivity of this madman. What was next?

"I want you to know that I was able to get four more loads out of you before you passed out," he began to gloat. "At that point I decided to show some mercy and turn off the milking machine. I mean, you had no more cum stored up and, if I had left it running all night with your balls empty, well, the only thing that would have accomplished was causing irreparable damage to your penis. It would have been chewed raw and would no longer function. The doctors would have had no choice but to simply remove it. Oh, don't think I didn't consider doing that to you, I did, but like I said, I decided to show you some mercy, at least in that regard," he laughed evilly.

"Hlet mgh gho," I managed from behind the gag in my mouth.

"Let you go?" he mocked back at me. "Well, I thought about it last night after I got you in here, but I've decided that since you did so well, why not see how much fun we could have the entire weekend?"

"Gno! Gno!" I pleaded.

"I must, you see," he sank down to the bed and began to speak into my ear. "I was doing a favor for a friend, someone who wanted you to suffer for what you've done, but I don't think the one night of suffering you endured was anywhere near the embarrassment and suffering you have caused for her. No, the only way I can be sure you never treat any other girl in that way again, is by keeping you until Sunday."

Straight True Experience: Poor Little Me

By: Unknown Author

I'm twenty four years old, considered good-looking, I work out regularly, and have a nice athletic build. I also have a small penis. Tiny would be the more appropriate word. In clinical terms, my penis is referred to as a micro penis. Erect I am only two inches long… or I guess I should say, two inches short.

I've always been quite shy in general, but especially around girls, and I never get laid. I've never even had my tiny dick in a pussy, yet. If I had a bigger dick, I'm sure I would have more confidence in trying to get girls into bed, despite my shyness. Don't misunderstand, I've been with a few girls, three to be exact, but I only got a hand job from two of them, and a blowjob from the third (and I came as soon as she started mouthing my tiny member.)

Those three encounters happened a while ago now, the last one taking place when I was nineteen. Needless to say, the only 'action' I've had since has been from my own hand, and, being a horny young guy, I jerk off a lot.

Jerking off to porn can get pretty boring after a while, when masturbation is your only sexual outlet, so what I liked to do on Friday and Saturday nights, was to go to a particular downtown bar that was always busy. I would hang out inside the bar and check out attractive women, and then go out to my car and play with myself as I imagined myself getting to have sex with any one of them. This was how I spent pretty much every weekend evening.

I know what you're probably thinking, and yeah, you're right, it is pretty pathetic. I told someone online once about what I do, and they called me a small-dicked loser. I don't care though. Jerking off is all I have, and so I love to play with myself in the dark parking lot as I fantasize about the attractive women, watch babes coming and going, and, sometimes, even seeing some lucky guy getting head in his car. It's certainly more fun than sitting at home jerking off over and over to porn videos.

Last weekend, though, something different happened, something that was quite exciting, something that I will always remember. That experience is what I'd like to share with you now.

All Male Fiction: Head in the Clouds

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

It had been a long, horny five weeks. It was the summer of '95, and I had just toured twenty European cities with two of my straight college buddies. My two friends knew that I was gay, and didn't give a shit, but on this trip, I had promised that I would not drift off by myself looking for some hot European cock. They didn't want me wandering through bars or streets by myself, for safety reasons, being a foreign visitor in a foreign land. Plus, we had a pretty strict itinerary, and if I spent the night with a guy and didn't get back on time in the morning, I could mess up our whole trip.

Of course, it was ok for them to go out and look for some pussy together, the difference being that they were both together, and, if they got lucky, they could bring the girl (or girls) back to our hotel room for a bit of fun. Naturally, my two straight buddies didn't want to go to a gay bar with me and definitely didn't want to see me having sex with another guy in our room. It wasn't really fair, but I kinda understood.

I was hoping that I might at least bump into and be able to hook up with one good-looking gay tourist who happened to be staying at any of the motels we used during our travels, but Lady Luck hadn't seen fit to shine her luck down on me at all.

I did of course masturbate during those five weeks, in the shower, and I guessed that my buddies did as well - they hadn't actually scored with any women during our trip - but I didn't get to do it every day like I got to do back home. The reason I didn't get to do it every day was that I had always had a problem getting off quickly in the shower. I think it might have something to do with the heat and steam. All I knew was that it took me a lot longer to 'get there' in the shower, and with my buddies always rushing me in the mornings so we wouldn't miss out on what was on our itinerary, our busy schedule didn't always allow me to take the time I needed.

In fact, I hadn't had the chance to jerk off even once over the past week! I was way past due to shoot a load and was very seriously contemplating making a trip to the restroom on the plane ride home to pump a load out of my cock. But needing to shoot my load was only half of it. While jerking off always felt good, it didn't give me the same feeling or level of satisfaction as sex; that was what I had a more desperate need for, even more than simply cumming, and I hadn't had any on this trip.

So, needless to say, by the end of these five weeks I was extremely horny and anxious to get back to my familiar gay Chicago scene. Never did I think that I would get the sexual relief I so desperately needed while flying through the clouds!

It all started when our plane landed at Washington D.C.'s Dulles Airport from Brussels, and we had to switch planes to connect us to O'Hare. Our new plane was one of United's new 777s. These 777s were the first fully computerized commercial planes and had been designed with the passengers' comfort in mind - roomier seating, personal TV screens at every seat, three or four movie channels, dozens of other TV channels (sports, news, sitcoms, etc.), twenty channels of CD-quality audio selections; all at the control of a few buttons located on the armrest. This was the first week that United had these 777s in the air, and the flight attendants informed us that they had a special technician on board to troubleshoot any problems we may have with our entertainment systems.

A few minutes after takeoff, the entertainment systems were turned on. My buddies by the window were watching sports, the attractive girl in front of them was watching a gymnastics competition, and the little boy behind them was singing Disney songs from one of the audio channels. But when I switched mine on, all I could get was the music channels; my TV screen was not working. Just my luck!

As one of the flight attendants passed by, I informed her of the situation, and she made a mental note of my row and seat number and told me she would let the technician on board know so that he could look into it.

Several minutes went by, and still, my screen wasn't working. I glanced up the aisle, getting impatient, and noticed a man in a United Airlines uniform walking along the aisle looking at the row numbers.

When he got to my row, he stopped, asking, "Are you having problems with your screen, sir?"

"Yes, I am. I can get music, but I can't get any TV channels at all," I answered, casually drinking him in. He was really good-looking, young, maybe twenty-four, about six-foot tall, with stylish short brown hair, and in great shape. Normally, I would have enjoyed the eye candy, but right now, the sight of a hot man was the last thing I needed to see in my condition!

"Ok, let me have a look," he said, and then his right arm stretched out, resting on the storage cabin above. Then he leaned forward and moved his left hand to the armrest buttons to see if he could turn on my screen.

As he did so, his fingertips ever so slightly grazed my leg. His light touch on my vulnerable, I-haven't-had-it-in-five-weeks body felt so good, and a tingling sensation went right through me, and straight to my neglected dick.

 
In his position, his crotch was perfectly aligned with my field of sight, and I casually looked at it as I pretended to be watching him fiddle with the armrest buttons. His uniform pants tapered in at his crotch, leaving the fabric to hug and accentuate his package, and it was a very nice-looking bulge, one that I just wanted to reach out and grab.

"Hmm," he said after a few moments of trying to fix my TV, unable to get it turned on, either. The same could not be said for me! My dick was slowly on the rise, but uncomfortably so, as it lay bent in half inside my briefs.

"Well, after taking a good look, it's obvious you're at least partially turned on. I'm sure if I play around with something up front, I can get you fully turned on, though," he said.

My heart started racing. Did he just say what I think he said? Or could I just be misinterpreting what he actually said for what I wanted it to mean? I've never been very good about picking up hints like this. I decided that five weeks of pent-up desire was just fucking with my mind.

"I'll be back shortly to see if you are or not," he said with a friendly smile, and I was pretty sure I caught him taking a look at my ever-expanding crotch before he turned and walked away.

I couldn't help but stare at his nice ass as he walked up the aisle. Fuck! I felt like my dick was going to rip through my jeans at any moment and erupt like a volcano!

A few moments later I heard his voice again. He announced over everyone's headsets that they were experiencing a few problems with the new entertainment system and that everything should be fixed in no time. With that, everyone's screens went blank. However, in a few minutes, as promised all screens flickered on again, even mine.

I tuned into a rerun of "Roseanne", but my mind was not on the show. Instead, it was on the sexy technician, and I started daydreaming that he was again by my side, trying to fix my TV, only this time he was completely naked.

In my daydream, just as the technician's hand fell to my shoulder to pull my head to his now hard cock, a real hand on my shoulder awoke me from my fantasy. I looked up and saw the technician standing next to me. It was kind of freaky.

"Sir?

"Uh, yeah... I'm turned on now," I blurted as he jolted me from my daydream.

"I can see that," he smiled, and again, I was pretty sure I saw his eyes dart to my noticeably throbbing package as he spoke the words. "My name is Derek," he continued. "Let me know if I can be of any more service to you."

"Thanks," I said, shifting a bit in my seat, my dick now rock hard and just aching to get out. This time my eyes remained on his, and there was no doubt where his eyes went, as he stood there for a moment longer, smiled, and then walked away.

My dick was telling me that he had looked at my bulge because he was gay and was interested, but my brain told me that I was reading too much into it, that his smile was one of silent laughter over the fact that some young guy on the flight had sprung one of those spontaneous boners that young guys often get at the most inopportune times.

I wasn't embarrassed, though. Even if he was straight, it turned me on knowing that such a hot-looking guy was aware that I had gotten a hard-on in my pants. But that wasn't helping me at all, and so I decided it would be best to do my damnedest to focus my attention and thoughts on the TV show in front of me, and off of my needy dick.

I had only just managed to relax a bit and start to enjoy the TV show when I started to doze off. "Hey stud," a voice suddenly said over the headset. It was the technician's voice. "I know you want me! Meet me in the middle restroom if you wanna have a bit of fun!"

Shocked, I looked around to see that everyone else was just sitting there watching their screens or listening to their audio channels. Was I dreaming or did I really just hear what I heard. Did the technician somehow rig the headset and send me a private invitation… for sex… with him?

It had to be all in my imagination; just something I dreamt during my brief nap, I thought, but then I started to question whether it had all just been a dream or not when I saw Derek coming down the aisle.

All Male Fiction: A Roll in the Hay

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com
Based on a premise by unknown author

When my best friend John was sixteen, his dad ran off with another woman, leaving his family to fend for themselves. This resulted in John having to take over the majority of his dad's duties on the family farm. That took up a lot more of his time, with John having to get up very early most mornings and go to bed early most nights. We still hung out, but his work around the farm always came first.

The year his dad left was the first year that I helped John with the annual task of haymaking. He needed as much help as he could get, because all the farmers in the district were doing the same thing, so it was not always easy to find people.

Even though I dreaded haymaking season - I had hay fever, which always caught up with me later on in the night, and it was damn hard work - I have returned to help him every year since then for the past ten years. As John's best friend I felt it was my duty to help him out, so in that respect I didn't really mind.

John, on the other hand, loved haymaking season, despite the fact that he – or I should say we - had to work almost around the clock if the weather was good, trying to finish before it turned to rain and spoiled it all. In fact, he said haymaking season was his favorite time of year.

This year John had hired a part-time farmhand, who helped out on the weekends. His name was Mark, a nineteen-year-old local, whose regular job during the week was at a garage in the nearby small town. John had mentioned this and told me a bit about him before that day, and I was glad he had made the decision to hire him. The extra help with the haymaking would be nice.

The first thing I noticed about Mark was his good looks, and then his body. Dressed in a tight tank top and fairly tight knee-length shorts, it was evident he had a well-defined body. His arms and shoulders were strong from all the physical work he did, and his muscled pecs strained against the fabric of his tank top. Below the waist, his legs had a light covering of hair and were muscular and defined as well. His bulge was nothing to write home about; not really much showing, especially considering the tightness of his shorts. He had one hell of a great ass on him, though! His shorts showed off its shape perfectly.

Prior to my arrival, the weather had been kind and all the fields had been cut and everything was dried nicely. And now, with John having introduced Mark and me, it was time to get to work. The forecast had called for rain in the next few days, so the race was on to get all the hay baled and into the barn before then. But for now, the weather was absolutely perfect, not a cloud in the sky and hardly a breath of wind.

As the three of us worked away on the huge task at hand, there was barely any chatter. I tried a few times, but neither John nor Mark seemed interested in talking. I shouldn't have been surprised. John was always 'on the job' and never stood still long enough to get a sentence out, never mind a conversation. As for Mark's lack of social engagement, according to John, he was having relationships problems, and John had warned me that Mark would probably be in a foul mood and keep to himself all weekend.

After about an hour or so, Mark stopped what he was doing, crossed his arms in front of himself, and peeled his tank top up and over his head. His chest was naturally smooth and absolutely beautiful. His stomach was taught and had what could easily become a nice six-pack just peeking through the skin. I stared at his naked upper body as he tucked his tank top into the back of his shorts and then went about applying the sunscreen that John had provided. As he moved his hands all over his chest and stomach, I felt my dick starting to stir inside my own shorts, and had to force my eyes away and back to my work.

A little while later, John was taking off his shirt and applying sunscreen, and then so was I. With the sun beating down on us, it was just too hot not to take them off.

Although I stole the odd glance at Mark, the work we were doing helped to keep my mind on the task at hand and off his body, and my cock.

At around nine o'clock that evening, the field had almost been cleared of bales. There was one full trailer left to haul to the barn and one more partial load. With only room for one on the tractor and no room on the trailer when it was full, one person had to transport and unload the hay bales. We had taken turns all day long, and it was John's turn now.

John set off with the full tractor at a walking pace, careful with the loaded trailer going down the hill. The round trip would take about forty-five minutes. While he was gone, Mark and I just had to pull the remaining bales to a loading spot, which wouldn't take us long to do at all. After that was done, we could take a good long break while we waited for John to return.

Once we were finished, we both sat down and leaned against the stack of bales. John had provided us with bottles of water, and we both grabbed one and took a few swigs. It was warm by that point, but still an instant thirst quencher.

Mark put his water down and slouched against the bale, staring at the sky, which had taken on a red glow in the twilight. Slouched as he was against the bale, his taught stomach sinking down a bit, the waist of his shorts had enticingly opened away from his body. I couldn't help but look, and actually found myself licking my lips as I imagined what lay nestled inside those shorts. And, once again, I felt my dick starting to awaken.

"So… John mentioned you and you're girlfriend are planning to get engaged soon," I said. John had told me that, too, and then said they'd had a fight, but I didn't just want to blurt out, "Hey John told me you and your girlfriend had a huge fight. What was it about?" The truth was, I was just trying to strike up a conversation with him, any kind of conversation, to keep my mind off his half-naked body and slightly gaping shorts. Plus it was kind of awkward sitting there in the middle of a field not speaking to one another.

"Oh, it was more than just a fight, we're finished… for good this time," he replied.

"So what happened? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind. It was because of her mother."

"Her mother? Oh, you mean she didn't like you or something, didn't want you marrying her daughter?"

"No, I mean it was like it wasn't just my girlfriend I was getting engaged too, it was her mother, too!"

"How so?"

"Her mother was the one who decided everything. I'd say, 'are we going out tonight?' and she would go and ask her fuckin' mother if it was ok! Mother this and mother that, sticking her nose into everything we did! And my girlfriend let her, encouraged her. We had lots of arguments about it, but nothing changed, and I knew it never would. Finally, I just got fed up, had enough, and called it quits!" he explained.

"Wow, sorry to hear that, but it sounds like you made the only choice you could. But what about…"

"What about what?"

"Nothing, it's none of my business."

"It's ok, go ahead."

"Well, I heard that she was pregnant, and that's why you were getting married."

Mark laughed at my gossip. "Fuckin' small towns!" He then leaned over to me and said, "That was another thing that really got me; she didn't let me touch her, said she had to save it for the wedding night."

I was quite surprised by this revelation. Mark was a hot-looking guy with a great body, and being nineteen and having a steady girlfriend, I was amazed he wasn't actually getting any! "No way, really?" I replied.

"Yeah, seriously. I think she'd have to ask her mom before we did it, even if we were married," he joked.

"How long did you two date?"

"Five years. Started dating when we were fourteen. She was my first girlfriend, and we were together ever since then until now."

First girlfriend? Since fourteen? Only girlfriend he's ever had? She never put out for him in all that time? That must mean that this hot, young stud is a… virgin. No way! "So when you said she said she was saving herself for the wedding night, you meant doing it, right? Fucking? She must have given you blowjobs, though, right?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Hand jobs at least?"

He shook his head again. "Not even that. Fuckin' bitch!"

"Did you ever cheat on her, get some on the side?"

"No. If I'd done that, around here, where everybody knows everybody and their business, she would've found out for sure."

"At least you would have gotten some, though."

"I know, but I was in love with her, thought I was anyway, and was willing to wait. Why do you think I was going to ask her to marry me at nineteen?"

I just couldn't resist, he had my attention now. "So what have you been doing, you know… for relief?''

He grinned at me and then looked to his crotch. My gaze followed his. "The only relief I get is from my right hand. And regularly!" He chuckled and nudged me. "That's the worst," he continued. "I'm a horny fucker and it needs lots of attention. I do it like five or six times a day sometimes. Always at least four times." Then he laughed and said, "Twice, I even managed to do it ten times in a day.''

I was flabbergasted. Here was this good-looking guy, a total stud, and he wasn't getting any sex, had never had sex, except with his own hand, and he was flogging his log all the time, four to six times a day!  And he was telling me all of this!

Speechless, I couldn't think of a suitable reply, but he broke the silence for me and said, "So, what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, is that how you get relief, too?"

"Well, yeah, sometimes," I said, getting my wits back. "But nothing like four to six times a day."

"Oh, so you have a girlfriend, then?'' he asked.

"No, why do you say that?"

"Because you said you get relief like that only sometimes. You must be getting laid or else you'd be doing it all the time, wouldn't you?"

"Well I don't have a girlfriend, but there is someone I go out with now and again. We're more like good friends, but good enough friends to jump into bed together from time to time. Doesn't happen often, though." It was true, I just didn't bother to mention that the friend was another guy.

"So, basically what you're saying is that your best friend is your right hand, too," he laughed.

"Yeah, basically," I agreed.

What a weird turn of events. After all this time of nothing much said between us, now here he was all of a sudden talking to me like I was a good friend of his, the two of us laid against a hay bale, discussing his girlfriend problems and talking about jacking off like a couple of schoolboys.

But now things had fallen silent again, and I looked up to the beautiful night sky as I absorbed all that we had just talked about. When I took my eyes from the sky, Mark had slouched flat on the ground with just his head propped against the hay bale, and I noticed his hand was tucked inside the waist of his shorts, his fingers busily playing with his cock, but almost unconsciously on his part.

I nudged him, bringing him from his reverie, and said with a smile on my face, "Is this one of the four times, or is it five, or six?''

He looked up and grinned. "Being out here all day with you guys, this will only be the second time today." He then nudged me in the ribs with his elbow. "How about you, your cock as big as the rest of you or what?'' he asked, taking in my long body.

I noticed when he asked the question that his hand started to move a bit faster inside his shorts. The idea that he was hard just by talking about dicks and jerking off made me harden up too, and I had to shuffle a bit to adjust myself inside the tight briefs I wore underneath my shorts.

"I've got a good handful," I offered.

"What do you call a good handful?''

"Oh about eight inches or so I guess. Never had a tape measure against it," I answered him truthfully.

"Shit! I'd call that more than a handful! I'd call that two handfuls!" he laughed.

I was about to return his question and ask him what he considered to be a handful, in the hopes of finding out how big his cock was, too, but I didn't have a chance. Instead, I got something even better, something unexpected.

"This is what I'd call a handful," he said as he popped open the button on his shorts and pushed them down, along with his underwear, to below his balls to reveal his rock-hard cock. He looked at his exposed cock for a moment and then up at me and said, "You agree?"

His cock looked to be about six inches. I wasn't a size queen, but I had to admit I was a little disappointed it wasn't bigger. With his height (I'm tall and he wasn't that much shorter than me), good looks, and hot body, I guess I just expected to see a large piece of meat between his legs. Still, it was nice, though, and really quite thick. "Yeah, I guess so," I said.

"Let's have a look at yours, then. Can't see much when it's hidden under there," he said pointing at my crotch.

Hell, I wasn't shy, and I didn't have any problem shucking down my shorts and showing my hard dick to this hot young guy!