BateBook Shorts - All Male Fiction: The Trick

By: sausagewithgirth & Ryan Michaels

 

Jimmy’s teammates were tired of his cocky attitude. He acted as though the wins that got them to the meet were all due to him alone. So last night as he slept, his teammates used a stencil and permanent marker to play a trick on him. 

The trick, however, had a very different outcome than they had planned. His teammates had simply wanted to ridicule him in the showers and locker room for a while.

Jimmy woke up early the next morning, though, and went down to the pool to get in some laps. He knew the opposing team would be there getting in some practice before that day's meet, and cocky as he was, he wanted to do his laps in front of them.

Jimmy always did his laps in the nude (it was an all-male university) regardless of who else might be there (that cocky attitude of his again), and did not know his ass was sporting a new look, so he did nothing to try to hide it. 

Several members of the opposing team found it very interesting that Jimmy would be flashing a sign on his tight swimmer butt that invited men to use him like a whore. They figured that anybody advertising like that must want some immediate action.

All Male Fiction: Cockfighter

By: BW & Ryan Michaels

 

Cockfighting - the purest form of male vs male sexual combat. Whether it's a slapping sword fight to try and make your opponent go soft or an erotic grinding to try and make him cum first; either way, it proves who has the stronger cock and who is the Alpha Male.

This is the story of how I became a Cockfighter.

I was eighteen years old and brand new in college. As a standout on the football field in high school, I was recruited hard by several colleges and finally decided on my destination - one of the powerhouse programs in the south - and I was more than ready to get started. I knew I had my work cut out for me to see the field as a freshman, but I was determined to do so; after all, they didn't recruit me to ride the bench.

We had just finished our first spring practice under the blistering sun and the lot of us were now in the locker room, shooting the shit as we stripped out of our football gear and headed off for the showers.

Tyler walked into the shower room last and grabbed the shower next to mine. He was the Alpha Male of the team, a junior linebacker who was 6'4 and 245 pounds. He ruled the team and kept everyone in line, but it was all about respect for him - he demanded it, and he got it.

We chatted a bit as we showered and then he looked at me and grinned. "Come on, rook. Time to initiate you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see. Let's go."

I knew better than to say anything to Tyler; his word was law on the football team and we all knew it.

"Initiation time for the heralded rook! Circle up, boys!" he called out to the rest of our teammates in a loud, thunderous voice.

Our teammates quickly made a circle around the two of us in the shower room; I never expected what came next.

Tyler moved in front of me and I looked over his body, which seemed to be sculpted out of clay. His cock, bigger than mine, hung between his legs proudly.

"Ok, rook, you want your spot on the team? You want to be a part of our crew?"

I nodded.

"Then you're gonna have to earn it. You're gonna have to fight for it."

"Fight? Are you serious? I thought that was against the rules?"

Everyone laughed.

"Not fist fight, rook. We're fighting with our cocks."

"Huh? Our co… I'm not sure what you're talking about, Tyler."

"Cock on cock combat. Cockfighting!" he replied.

"Cockfighting?"

"Yeah. I guess you've never heard of it in the small town you're from, but we all do it here. All rookies get initiated this way, and since you're Mr. five-star wide receiver, you're first up on the chopping block."

I clearly had no idea what to do because I had never heard of such a thing in my life, and I just stood there, looking to Tyler for more.

"Ok, rook, here's how it goes: We battle with our cocks, until one of us goes soft or loses his load. Got it?"

I just nodded my head again, still not really having any idea how to cockfight.

"Come on, rook! Stroke that cock of yours and get it ready for battle. My beast is ready for another win!" Tyler said as he grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.

Bisexual Fiction: Triple Workout (Part 1)

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

I punched in my security access code at the door to the company gym and pulled the handle as the buzzer signaled the ok to enter.

The gym had been open for a year now, and I started using it regularly about six months ago to try to reduce the stress levels induced by a fast-paced Information Systems career. I had made it a priority to get down there three days a week, and I was really feeling the benefits of a good hard workout at the end of a long - and usually hectic - day.

It was about 6:30 pm and I could hear the music pounding from the big blaster in the corner of the room. I looked around to see who else was there and saw one other guy already on the Stairmaster working up a sweat.

He looked up and gave a nod hello as I headed for a warm-up on the bike. I nodded back and set the timer on the bike for five minutes. Josh Somebody-or-another was his name, I recalled. We had chatted amicably on the few occasions where we had seen one another here in the evening. Most of the employees who used the gym used it in the mornings before work, but he, like me, seemed to prefer to use the stress of the day to keep the ‘edge’ on his workout.

He had brought a great mixtape with him, and I found myself enjoying the music as I relaxed into a rhythm on the bike. The five minutes passed quickly, and I walked over in front of the wall-to-wall mirrors for a nice languid stretch.

Josh had finished his time on the Stairmaster and walked over to the mat area where I was now standing, stretching my quads.

"Ethan, right?" he commented pulling up beside me.

"Yup, and you’re Josh?" I commented.

"Yes. Ready for a good session?" he asked assuming a similar pose with his leg distended behind him.

"Yeah, shitty day today," I lamented. "Lots of crap happening on the system."

"I know! I was bounced on and off the network today for the whole morning," he laughed. "Geez, you guys in I.S. sure make it hard for a guy to stay connected to the internet! How the hell do you expect us guys in the plant to search for porn when you keep bouncing us off?" he joked.

I chuckled at his comment and looked out the corner of my eye as he bent over to touch his toes. "Hmm… nice body. Nice arms. Nice pecs. Hard ass. Strong legs."

Where the hell did THAT come from? I thought. Oh well - I’ve always admired the human form and this guy was a good sample of how I wanted to look by the end of the year.

"Hey! I’d like to use some free weights today instead of the Universal. Seeing as how you’re here, would you spot for me?" he asked as he headed for the rack.

"Sure. No problem."

We took turns spotting and encouraging one another and bantered back and forth a little as we did our thing. We increased the weights each round, and we had both worked up a decent sweat within the half-hour. We then moved on to some dumbbell routines and decided to finish up on the treadmill.

As we got the treadmills going, he reached up and pulled his t-shirt up to wipe his very sweaty face. I couldn’t help but notice a very nicely detailed set of abs, and a totally smooth chest. I set the timer for twenty minutes and got into a good trot. Once again, we chatted about the company, our offices, and careers - the usual idle chat that you get into while you’re jogging on a mechanical device at the office gym.

The timer on the tortuous machine dinged and I staggered off to the mats to stretch out once more before hitting the showers and heading home. Josh pulled up beside me – sopping wet now - and proceeded to do the same. We laughed about the sweat we were dripping all over the mats.

"Wow, you’re a slave driver! My wife is usually the only one who can get me this hot and wet." Then he laughed as he looked over at the locked door and said, "With the two of us in here panting and grunting and groaning, if anyone passed by the door, they'd probably think we were getting it on in here."

The thought of what he was saying had an immediate effect on my crotch, as I chuckled and said, "Yeah, it certainly did sound like it," and then began concentrating my efforts on trying to put my overactive imagination into check when I noticed in the mirror that the front of his shorts had a bit of a tent there as well. I quickly stole another glance, and when I looked up, he was also looking at my reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met for an electric moment, and then we both glanced away.

"Well, I’m hitting the showers," he said as he straightened up.  

"Yeah, me too," I said, and followed him out the door to the shower area.

All Male True Experience: Ball Camp

By: Jeff C.

I was only eighteen and very nervous being at basketball camp with a whole slew of dudes from all over the state. I can’t remember when I wasn’t turned on by looking at a cute guy, and I knew I was in for a long two weeks.

The day we all arrived, we were split into teams of five, and the five of you were to do “everything” together. We all slept in small cabins with one team per cabin. Each team was then assigned a counselor (college athletes to help with camp). Ours was named Chip and he was a stud that would make anyone drool just at the sight of him. Chip stood six-foot-three, blond hair down to his collar, dark, sparkling blue eyes, and a build that would make the best athlete envious. Chip was in charge of seeing to it that we got to the right places at the right time and keeping an upper hand on us at night.

The first night, Chip informed us that, in his opinion, the key to being a star athlete was to keep completely relaxed and always get a good night's sleep. He said he made it a practice to stretch and relieve tension every night. It sounded good to all of us, so we asked what his routine was. He showed us a few stretches and then told us that the best way to be sure we relieved all of our tension was to whack off twice every night before we went to sleep.

There was some apprehension, but finally, one tall black-haired stud named Rick pulled out his cock and started jacking. I soon followed suit, and everyone else did likewise, including Chip. I thought I was having one of my biggest fantasies come true, watching and jacking off beside these jocks.

All Male True Experience: Sucking My First Cock

By: Sean R.

Several months ago, I had an experience I will never forget. It started as a normal day, however, things would deviate from the norm after I had finished work and made my way to the gym.

I had plans to play racquetball with my usual partner at 7:30 pm. He wasn't there yet, so I went to the locker room to change. I love locker rooms; being able to catch glimpses of all those hanging, swinging cocks. This locker room was a very nice, large one with plenty of mirrors.

Just the sight and smell of a locker room could get me feeling horny, and this time was no different; my dick was semi-hard by the time I took down my pants and underwear. I was just contemplating giving it a couple of tugs when I heard some voices, and then two guys, older businessmen types in suits, came around the corner and went to lockers a few doors down from mine.

I quickly pulled on my jock to cover my semi, then got the rest of my gym clothes on and headed off for the juice bar to wait for my friend.

After arriving at the juice bar and taking a seat, the woman behind the counter asked if I was Sean. I told her that I was, and she then passed along a phone message to me saying that my friend had called and would be unable to make it.

I thanked her, sounding rather disappointed, and asked if she knew of anyone else who was perhaps looking for a racquetball partner. She didn't but said if I was planning to stay, she would let people know that I was looking. I thanked her again, bought a drink, and sat at the juice bar for a bit.

It was now 8:30, and so far, no one had been available or interested in playing a game of racquetball with me. I decided I had wasted enough time and didn't want to just leave and go home, so I decided to head to the court, open a can of balls and get some practice time in.

I batted those balls over and over and had long since worked up a sweat. I decided to step out and get some water and check the time. I was surprised to find that it was after 9:30. I was so preoccupied I didn't realize that I had been batting balls for a little over an hour; it certainly hadn't felt like that much time had gone by.

I looked around and there was no one else around now. It didn't matter anyway, though; it wasn't like I was going to get a game in before the club closed. However, I decided I'd get in a few more practice shots before calling it quits; I was plenty steamed from being stood up and having had no luck in finding a partner and had decided this was the best way to burn it off.

As I approached the court, I saw through the windows that someone else was now in there, swatting their balls. I sort of recognized him; he was a regular at the gym, but not the courts. He was about 6'2", which is about my height, and had dark hair, green eyes, and being shirtless, I could see that he was in really great shape, too.

I tapped the window before entering, to get his attention; if you just walk in when someone doesn't see you, they will turn and the ball is likely to come back and hit either you or them.

He moved over and let the ball fly past him and I stepped into the room. "Hi, you must be Sean," he said.

"Uh, yeah. How do you know my name?" I asked him.

"Oh, Melissa told me there was a guy named Sean in court 7 looking for a partner."

"Melissa?"

"The girl at the juice bar."

"Ah," I nodded.

"I'm Josh," he said extending his hand. "So, you wanna get a game or two in?"

I told him I'd love to as I shook his hand, but pointed out that the place would be closing soon and we didn't have enough time to do so.

He then told me that Melissa was his girlfriend and was going to be there until 11:00 or so, locking up and stuff and that we could stay until she was ready to leave. After explaining that, I agreed to a game and we started playing.

We played to 15 at first and it was a great game. I just barely won and I was completely out of breath, and very thirsty. I went out to get another drink of water from the fountain and noticed that most of the lights were now off. I looked at the clock and it said 10:30. I figured Melissa was almost ready to leave, a little earlier than her boyfriend had anticipated, and that we would have to leave now, too.

However, after telling Josh this, he explained that most of the lights in the main gym area got turned off after hours and that his girlfriend had left our light on so we could play a little longer.

Game two started the same, and we were in the middle of the point when the lights went out, and being in the middle of a dive for the ball at the time, Josh slammed into me in the dark. We both went crashing to the floor. He was on top of me and his sweaty arms and legs were all over me. I could also feel a soft cock quickly stiffening and pushing into my stomach. This was the strangest thing I had ever felt.

I didn't want to seem awkward or pushy so I asked him if he was alright. He said he was fine, and that he was sorry. He rolled off me and I could hear him breathing next to me. He said he guessed that was his girlfriend's way of saying that she wouldn't be much longer and that it was time for us to call it a night, and go and get showered and changed. I told him that I agreed and that my fiancé would be wondering where I was.

We both got up and felt our way toward the door, and with the small amount of light shining through the windows from outside of the racquetball court, I could see his shorts being pushed forward by a hard-on. I tried not to make it look like I noticed, but this turned me on a lot.

As we entered the locker room, we each went to our locker areas and undressed. Towel wrapped around my waist, I headed to the showers. Josh was just stepping in as I arrived and had his back to me. I took the shower across from him and took in his naked body from behind as he began to wet himself down.

He turned and I quickly averted my eyes. His cock appeared to be semi-erect and I noticed him taking in my nakedness as well. His cock began to rise even more and he turned away from me to hide his erection. I decided that an opportunity like this would not present itself again.

"Hey, great game," I started.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I had a great time," I continued.

"Yeah me too," he replied, and then there was a moment of silence.

I decided to use his embarrassment against him to bring up the subject of his cock. "It's ok, happens to all of us at some point," I said.

"What does?"

"Getting a hard-on in the showers."

"Shit!" he said under his breath, realizing I had seen it. "Uh, yeah," he said with a nervous laugh, "It has a mind of its own. Just thinking about my girlfriend, you know. I'm not gay or anything, so don't worry or get nervous that it means anything."

But I knew it did mean something, I just had a feeling. Probably because he got hard when his sweat-soaked, bare-chested body landed on top of mine, and he started to get hard when he saw me naked in the showers. "I'm not worried, I'm not gay either. It happens to the best of us." I wasn't lying; I considered myself straight and simply bi-curious.

He didn't reply but I couldn't stop now and, after mustering up all my nerve, I went for it, "So, um, do you need a hand with that?" I asked.

"Uh, hand with what?"

"With that boner you can't get to go down," I chuckled.

"Uh, I told you, I'm not gay; I have a girlfriend. Um, what did you have in mind anyway?"

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 5)

By: Lucas Miller

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The bus trip back to my campus was long and uneventful. I tried to sleep, but my mind raced with images of Josh, Marc, and the others that I had met while visiting my best friend at his school.

But now I was on a bus heading back towards my old life, the time before I discovered the joy of being close to someone in every aspect of being. How could I return to the way that I used to live? How could I interact with the same people as before without letting them in on what I had experienced? Or should I just tell them?

Telling them would probably be a mistake. I didn't know them very well. Sure we hung out together and joked around, but they knew little about my past and I took little interest in their lives outside of school. It would be best to keep quiet for now.

As I got closer to my school, the longing for human touch became more intense. I wanted Josh's hand on my chest. I wanted him to gently kiss me while his hands moved over my body. And I would let him do whatever he wanted.

I could not think of one person who could fill that void. My roommate, Russell, didn't seem to fit. He was a bit of a geek. He hardly ever left the room. He was either studying or playing video games. I don't even remember seeing him without his shirt. In fact, he always went to the showers very early in the morning or late at night when it was empty. He would go fully dressed and come back fully dressed. How odd. I wonder if he has some massive birthmark that he doesn't want someone to know about.

Russell and I rarely spoke. I knew that he was from Virginia and had an older brother who graduated a year ago from the same college, and that his parents were divorced. Russell never spoke of current or previous friends, and shared close to nothing about what he enjoyed doing (reading and playing video games).

When I arrived at the dorm, it was a little after ten at night. I was tired after the long trip and just wanted to just get into bed and start fresh the next day. Fortunately, Russell had had the same idea. He was already in bed when I opened up the door. He lifted his head slightly and grunted a "hello."

I tossed my stuff on the floor by my bed, undressed to my boxers and got into bed. I couldn't fall asleep, though. I laid awake for over an hour. Russell was quiet in his bed. He had the covers pulled tightly up to his neck. I again wondered what he was hiding under his sheets and clothing.

Around midnight, Russell suddenly moved about in his bed. I could see that he was facing me and appeared to be looking directly at me. I pretended like I was asleep, and shortly after he got up and went to his desk. I heard him take a couple of tissues out of the box on the desk and return to bed.

I slowly opened my eyes. With the covers pulled back up to his chest, he turned away from me. I heard the rustling of clothing and a waistband snap softly. Was he going to jerk off? Good 'ole Russell actually had a libido!

He was very quiet about it, but I knew he was jerking off. The covers moved with a quiet swish as his right arm and hand went to work at bringing himself off. I don't think I had ever been as quiet as that.

About ten minutes after he had started, Russell's breath began to get heavier. His arm was moving more quickly now, and beneath the sheets his body was becoming more rigid. He was definitely very close now.

Despite the fact that I couldn't see anything except an occasional silhouette, I was also getting very aroused. Without realizing it, my hand had slipped inside my boxers and I was running my fingers over my hard cock. I didn't know what was making me more excited: the idea that my roommate was masturbating only a few feet from me or that Russell was exposing flesh that he never showed in the daylight.

There was a low grunt from Russell's bed, followed by another less obvious one. His arm had slowed down considerably and his body appeared more relaxed. Then he pulled his clothes back on and he got up again. I heard him drop the tissues in the trash and get back into bed.

My hand never left my cock. It was still very hard and it would not permit to just leave it that way. I started stroking it, trying to be as quiet as Russell was. I kept looking over at his bed. He didn't seem to be facing me.

Although I considered giving him a show, I decided I didn't want to embarrass him. He obviously thought I was asleep, so my strokes were short and concentrated around the head of my cock for the most pleasure.

But my mind drifted. I thought of Josh and his hands on my cock. I pictured him moving down in the bed and stroking my hard cock as he ran his fingers over my balls. He was naked and I was naked. Marc was sitting by the bed undressing. He got down to his underwear, and I saw that they were my boxers. In my mind, he kept them on as he rubbed his cock through the cloth.

Josh was becoming more forceful with my cock and balls. He had a tighter grip on my shaft and was pulling at my nuts. Sweat was running down my face and chest. I was getting close. I wanted Josh to put his mouth on my cock, and I wanted to taste Marc's sweet prick.

But the fantasy was interrupted. Russell turned his lamp on and was looking at me sternly. "What the hell are you doing?"

All Male Fiction: Private Lessons (Part 3)

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

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I stopped dead as I heard Mr. Johnson's voice. My heart began beating faster and my shoulders stiffened and rose slightly. I was frozen in place momentarily, and then I slowly turned around, full of trepidation.

As I came to face him, however, despite my fear and anxiety, my eyes automatically fell on my teacher's long dong. It was soft now, well almost. Rather than hanging down long and straight as it always had when I had seen it those other times, now it was pointing out from his body very slightly. The head of his giant cock was red, and I could see the shine of wetness on the tip. I knew why, and so did Mr. Johnson! Now the only question was, did he know that I knew, and, if he did, what was he going to do about it?

After realizing where my eyes were, I raised them up Mr. Johnson's body to meet his eyes. He must have known I was looking because he had stood silently for those few moments that I had been mesmerized by his big penis.

Once eye contact had been made, Mr. Johnson spoke. "Where do you think you're going, Ryan?"

"I-I'm going back to my dorm room, sir."

"Not yet you're not," Mr. Johnson said and started to approach me.

I felt myself start to tremble slightly. Then Mr. Johnson, standing right in front of me now, reached out and took my jockstrap, which was dangling below my books, the one strap of which had been held by one of my fingers. In my haste to get in and out of there as quickly as possible, I hadn't even realized that I had snagged it when grabbing my books.

"You know that you're not allowed to take your jock back to your dorm, Ryan," Mr. Johnson said. The jockstraps were provided by the school, with each student's first name and the first initial of their last name written on the front of the wide waistband with permanent marker. After they had been worn (we didn't wear them for every gym class) they were to be tossed in a bin for laundering and never allowed to be removed from the locker room.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. I didn't even know I had hooked it with my books. I guess I just forgot to toss it in the bin after I got dressed."

"Ok, Ryan," Mr. Johnson said. "Now you'd better get back to your dorm. Looks like you have quite a bit of homework you should be doing," he said nodding at the pile of books in my hands.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson. Goodbye Mr. Johnson," I blurted nervously, and then I quickly turned on my heels and made for the door.

Once outside, I fell back against the locker room doors and let out a big sigh, relieved that Mr. Johnson hadn't confronted me about peeping on him. Obviously, he had no idea that I had witnessed his private moment in the showers or he surely would have said something.

A moment later, I found myself turning around and pressing my eye to the thin crack that appeared between the double steel doors of the locker room. My line of sight was filled with a rear view of my naked teacher walking away. I looked at his ass, and then below it and saw what I, for some reason, longed to see, part of his large cock hanging down between his legs, swinging and bouncing around as he padded across the locker room floor. My attention was diverted from my teacher's oversized penis when he neared the bin where the jockstraps got deposited and kept on walking without dropping mine into it, still holding it in his hand as he turned and headed in the direction of his office.

I didn't know what to make of all that I had seen, but I knew one thing for sure: I needed to get back to the dorms and jerk off right away!

After I got off, homework, sleep, and the next day's classes had kept my mind otherwise engaged and off thoughts of the previous afternoon. But now it was time for gym class again, and I was dreading it. During the hours between classes, I had somehow managed to convince myself that Mr. Johnson was fully aware that I had spied on him in the showers, and was fearful of the repercussions I might face now that he had had a day to think over exactly what it was he was going to do about it.

When gym class ended, Mr. Johnson, as expected, put me in the last shower rotation to shower with him and one other student. At least it wouldn't be just me and Mr. Johnson this time. That would assure that he wouldn't bring anything up in the showers, and I planned to make sure I was dressed and out of there before my other shower mate.

But, Mr. Johnson didn't take his shower with the last two as he almost always did. It was just me and Tommy Mitchell, a classmate I didn't really associate with.

This just convinced me even more that he knew I knew what he had done in the showers because he was making a point not to shower with me. The fact that he had chosen not to, settled my nerves. Now I knew I could shower and dress and get out of there without seeing him again for sure. Despite this, though, I still found myself kind of wishing he would come and take a shower with us so I could get a look at his cock again… and it was with those thoughts of my teacher's large penis that my own started to get hard!

I couldn't believe it! I had never once sprung a boner in the showers in front of my classmates, only Mr. Johnson. And now here I was getting one in front of Tommy Mitchell!

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 4)

By: Lucas Miller

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I woke up to the smell of chicken. The room was dark. I was in Josh's bed with the covers over me. I was naked underneath. Looking around, I found the small LED alarm clock. It was shortly after nine o'clock in the evening. I had been asleep for about six hours.

What another incredible day. First spending most of the morning with Josh, then sucking the dick of a faceless stranger in the library restroom, and finally a much needed jerk off while reading Marc's journal.

Now, just a few short hours before my time visiting Josh was to end, I smelled chicken. It was so strong that it had to have been coming from somewhere in the small dorm room. Then the door opened and I saw Josh's silhouette. He quickly shut the door and kept the lights off. When I stirred in the bed he stopped in his tracks.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he said walking over to his bed and sitting down beside me.

I rubbed my eyes. "It's okay. Why did you let me sleep the day away?"

"I actually came in and tried to wake you, but you were knocked out. So I covered you up and let you sleep."

I sat up and pulled the covers off of me, revealing my hard dick. Josh smiled, but stood up and moved to the other side of the room. "There's plenty of time for that later," he said. "For now, you need to eat. A couple of hours ago I went out and got us some roasted chicken. I was also got us some beer to go with it." He turned a lamp on and I could see that he had a nice feast waiting for us.

I got out of bed and slipped on my underwear. I was a little disappointed that he didn't respond to my obvious gesture of sexual interest, but I was also very hungry. He was right, sex could wait.

Josh was opening the beers as I sat down. He was dressed in just a t-shirt and boxers. He looked as if he was going to eat and go to bed. I was hoping that this wasn't the case. I wanted to have a memorable night before heading off in the morning.

As we ate, Josh couldn't stop looking into my eyes. There was a look of intense love with a glimmer of sadness. He talked about the times we had while I visited. We had definitely taken our friendship to another level and leaving was going to be more difficult than I anticipated. Thoughts of dropping out of school and moving closer to Josh fluttered through my mind, but I dismissed them. I had to go back to school. I needed space to determine if my feelings were real or figments of my lustful imagination. That wasn't to say that I wouldn't visit as much as possible.

After finishing our meal, Josh talked about how he wanted to end my visit just as it had started. I was a little confused, but he asked me to follow him. He was at the door before I had a chance to question. I got up and followed him into the hallway. It was very quiet in the dormitory. He led me to the showers and I held back.

"You want to do it in the shower room?" I whispered.

He nodded with a devilish grin.

"We got caught last time by Marc; what if someone else discovers us?"

He spoke in a normal tone. "No one will find us. There's a homecoming celebration at the football field. Everyone is there. The place is empty." With that he went inside, and I followed, my cock rising in my underwear.

Once inside he immediately grabbed a hold of me and started kissing me. His hands explored my back, then moved over my butt. Our tongues darted between our mouths. My dick tented my underwear and poked at his waist.

When we broke our kiss, he took off his t-shirt and quickly slipped off his underwear, and then dropped to his knees. His lips brushed against the tip of my waiting, covered cock, but he didn't remain there. Instead he began kissing my thigh and running his tongue toward the leg hole of my briefs. As he moved closer and closer to my balls I was afraid that I wouldn't last much longer.

But he stopped and stood back up. "That is how much you turned me on the first time I saw you naked," he said. "I thought I was going to lose my mind when I saw you in the shower and then afterward."

"Afterward was the greatest I have ever felt," I interjected. "You really are my best friend."

"Yes I am, but you made a new friend too. Remember?" Upon saying that Marc came from out of the shadows. He was naked and stroking his hard dick.

All Male Fiction: I Spy (Part 2)

By: Unknown Author

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Eric stumbled out of Coach Anson's equipment locker, nearly falling on the cement floor before his arms grabbed Coach Anson's desk chair. Alex and Coach Anson looked over in disbelief. Alex turned around so that his ass was against the Coach's desk, as he groped quickly for his pants and belt. Coach Anson slid his track pants quickly up to his waist and turned toward Eric.

For at least two seconds, no one said a word. Eric's heart was racing as Coach Anson finally spoke. "Eric Larson, what the hell are you doing in here?"

Coach Anson stared at Eric, who began to tremble. Eric backed up toward the Coach's equipment locker, hoping he could simply crawl back inside. Alex rushed toward Eric, but Coach Anson stopped him from grabbing Eric's shirt.

"All right, Diego. I've had my fill of you today. Get outta here. I'll handle this," Coach Anson ordered.

Alex stared Eric down before turning to exit the Coach's office. Eric couldn't help but stare at Alex's muscled ass, crisply defined by his slacks, as Alex walked through the door.

Coach Anson caught Eric staring. "So, Eric, you get your little stiffy all worked up watching grown men play?"

Eric remained silent, his mind trying to think of a good explanation, and a way to get out of the locker room in one piece. Coach Anson became even more ticked off and approached Eric for an answer. Coach Anson swaggered closer to Eric - so close that Eric could feel his hot breath on his shoulder and the Coach's thick, meaty legs pushed up against Eric's inner thighs.

Coach Anson again questioned, "So, you think you know what you saw. But there are still a couple of things you should know. You should know that no one will believe you. And you should know that you will have to pay a price to keep this piece of information."

Eric finally found a voice to reply. "What are you talking about? I'm not going to tell anyone."

Coach Anson got closer to Eric's face, so close the Coach could've kissed him. "Oh, I know you won't tell anyone what you saw, but I have to think of a way to guarantee it... to my satisfaction."

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: The Staff Party

By: canoehead & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

After I graduated from high school, I decided I didn't want to go to college. It wasn't that I couldn't get in - I had gotten decent grades – or that my parents couldn't afford it. I was just never very fond of school and had no interest in seeking higher education. I preferred to learn on the job.

After several minimum wage jobs, I landed a job with a big company. My high school buddy, Nathan, had gotten hired there about six months prior and had told me they were hiring again. I dropped off my resume and ended up getting one of the available jobs. It was an entry-level position (as was Nathan's job. We actually worked in the same department) but it paid way more than minimum wage and there was the opportunity to learn and move up in the company over time.

Tonight the company was having a party for the staff. The company had recently taken over another company and the party was a way of thanking the staff for all of their hard work during the acquisition. It was a dry event, and, at twenty, both Nathan and I were underage by a year anyway, so the two of us would sneak down to the locker room every hour or so to drink some beer we had hidden in our lockers.

Our workplace provided workout facilities for the staff and we had a great locker room to go with it - showers, and a sauna – which afforded lots of opportunities to see my co-workers naked. Nothing ever happened, though. This was a professional workplace and most of the other male employees were much older than Nathan and me. There were some who were in their late twenties and thirties, but most were in their forties and fifties. In fact, Nathan and I were the youngest guys working there. Still, I got to see a lot of nice cocks and asses - older, younger, it didn't matter.

Nathan and I had never done anything sexual together. In fact, he had a reputation for his experiences with the ladies. And, having seen him naked many times, I can see why. He was solid, muscular, and had a long, fat cock.

On our fourth trip down to the locker room, we were enjoying another beer and Nathan was telling me about one of our female co-workers, Lisa, with whom he had hooked up. Nathan was leaning against the lockers and I was sitting on the bench about five feet away from him as he told me what they had done together in bed and how he'd nicknamed her the 'screamer'.

We both laughed as he told of her screaming when he fucked her, and then I tried to mimic her getting fucked by Nathan: "Fuck me, Nathan. Yeah, c'mon, give me that big diiiiiiick…" I squealed the word dick and then I covered my mouth with my hand and let out a scream into it.

Nathan was laughing at my imitation and said, "Yeah, take it, bitch, take my big fuckin' cock!"

I stopped screaming into my hand when he said that and snuck at look at his crotch. Nathan looked like he had started to get boned up. Not even noticing where my eyes were, his hand fell to his crotch and he rubbed it through his pants and said, "Man, I need to get laid tonight! I am so horny!"

It had been a while since I'd had sex too, so I rubbed myself as well and said, "I hear you, man."

We both got kind of quiet as we continued to casually rub ourselves through our pants. Nathan's gaze stayed affixed upon his own crotch while mine stole glances at his as well.

A few moments later, Nathan broke the silence. "You want to jerk off together before we go back up?" he asked rather casually. "I gotta drop a load so bad."

There was nothing I wanted more than for that to happen, to see Nathan's cock, to see it rock hard, to see him cumming, but I didn't want to sound too excited by the idea so I decided to just respond as casually as he had asked the question, making sure to put it on him, his idea. "Sure, I mean, I'm pretty horny, too. So, if you really want to, then I guess I'd be cool with it."

Nathan didn't respond, verbally anyway. He just pulled down his zipper, whipped out his cock, and began pumping it.

"Oh. You want to get off right here, both of us, in front of each other?"

Nathan nodded. "Unless you're too chicken shit. But if you are, I'm gonna think you have a small dick and you just don't want me to see it," he laughed, taunting me.

"Fuck, I don't care if you see mine. I just never thought about jerking off with another guy before," I lied.

"Yeah, me neither," Nathan said. "And I probably would never do something like this with any other guy, just you, because you’re a good friend and I know you won't tell anyone… and because I'm so horny, had a few beers, and just don't wanna get up right now," he finished with a laugh.

"Yeah, same here," I said and pulled out my own cock and began stroking it.

For all the times we'd hung out naked in the change room during high school and the locker room at work just talking, or in the showers, it didn't seem awkward at all.

As he jerked, he leaned his head back against the locker and closed his eyes, affording me the opportunity to take a good look at his cock as he was pulling on it. It went from semi-hard to fully hard pretty quickly. "Holy shit!" I said. "No wonder Lisa screamed when you put that in her!"

Nathan opened his eyes and lifted his head. He had a big grin on his face. "Yeah," he said, "it is pretty big."

"Pretty big? It's huge!"

Nathan's grin got wider. It was a proud grin. And then he looked at my hard cock. "Yours is a decent size, too."

"Decent? Next to yours, I'm tiny."

"Well, next to mine, yeah, yours does look kinda small, but you're definitely not tiny. How many inches you got?"

"Six," I said. "How many you got?"

"Nine-and-half," Nathan said, that proud grin returning again.

The entire conversation about our cock sizes combined with watching Nathan stroke his huge cock had me close to cumming, and I didn't want to cum yet, not so soon, not that quickly in front of my buddy, and, I wanted to cum watching Nathan's big cock squirt. So I looked away, closed my eyes, and kept jerking.

A minute or so later I heard movement from Nathan and opened my eyes to find him stripping completely naked, and then he moved to stand right in front of me with his big, pre-cum oozing, rock-hard cock inches away from my face.

All Male Fiction: The Lifeguard

By: agtcuk

 

 

 

What really fascinated me about the lifeguard was his small dick. Not that I'd seen it, at least not then, but every afternoon I went to the pool, and I did my lengths while carefully scrutinizing him. Why? Because he was gorgeous, about 6' tall, broad-shouldered, with a swimmer's build, lean and almost hairless, with short, spiky black hair and a cute broad nose. I couldn't take my eyes off him. In my life I haven't always been as dutiful as I should be about keeping up with exercise, but while he was a lifeguard at the pool I never missed a single day.

Now, most pools make their lifeguards wear swim trunks, which spoils a lot of the fun. After ogling someone in trunks for a while you kind of lose interest, because of course, you want to get a sense of their dick and balls like everything else. My pool was no exception, and I'd noticed this guy in his blue swim trunks, thought he was cute, and then thought no more about it.

But I found out one day when I changed my schedule and started going for my daily swim in the morning instead, that every morning they had classes in a sectioned-off part of the pool, and for that, I was happy to find, they stripped off their shorts, revealing the skimpy Speedos they wore beneath.

The first time I saw my lifeguard in his Speedo I was immediately fascinated by the size of what was on display. Most of the other lifeguards had the usual average bulge, dick poking out to the side, or resting on top of their balls, but this guy was different.

In contrast to his big build and tall frame, the bulge in his Speedos was tiny. Oh, ordinary size balls, but above them was just a bump; the kind of protrusion that a lot of guys show once they've been in the water for a while, only this guy had it dry. It looked kind of incongruous given the guy's actual size, and I found I couldn't keep my eyes off it as I did my lengths up and down the pool.

And the weird thing was, he was totally unselfconscious about it. Actually, this is pretty typical for swimmers I've discovered: they spend so much time near naked that, like dancers or models, they become kind of indifferent to their own bodies.

This guy stood chatting to male and female lifeguards, little dick barely making a show in those black Speedos, not bothered about it at all. I'm sure they must have noticed there was nothing much inside those Speedos because even straight guys always check that kind of thing out.

He noticed me looking, though. I think he realized early on that I was checking him out with more interest than anyone else, and I could tell he was a little flattered and also a little embarrassed. I let him get a look at me as I got out of the pool. I have a good-sized dick and big balls that make a pretty good-sized bulge in my blue Speedos, and I could tell he liked what he saw.

Actually, he liked it enough to get a hard-on a couple of times. He would see me watching him as I swam, and he'd look away, flushed, and I'd noticed that little bulge starting to poke out some. At that point, he would always find some excuse to jump into the pool and cover his embarrassment, but not before I'd got a glimpse of the start of his erection. It didn't seem a whole lot longer than his dick was when it was limp but seemed to thicken up a bit in the few seconds I got to see it before he jumped in.

Anyway, this went on for a couple of weeks, until one day I was in a changing cubicle when there was a knock on the wall. I jumped, and the knock came again. Examining the wall, I saw that a small hole had been drilled through it and I bent to look through this, as the knock came once again.

All Male Fiction: Bob and the Day After (Part 3)

By: amtibbs

 

 

 

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The next day, Bob couldn't keep his mind on his job, his mind still going back to the night before, and it was almost time for the lacrosse team practice and there were still things to do to prepare the locker room. Though not really part of his job description, Bob helped the team manager and his assistants lay out the gear each player would need for the practice that day. Piles of shirts, shorts, socks and jockstraps had to be distributed to each player's locker so when they arrived they could immediately get changed and visit the trainer if necessary. There was a list that mapped locker to player and player to size, but this late into the season Bob had it committed to memory.

That day, Bob was pushing the cart filled with jockstraps and cups. As he reached each locker he'd grab the proper size jock, insert a sanitized cup and lay it neatly folded in the locker.

As his mind wandered, he recalled that one of the first things he learned working in the locker room was that the colored stripes on a jockstrap waistband indicated its size. "Shit!" he thought. "I can't remember anything from my classes this morning. Why did I think about that?"

Bob still had ten lockers to go when the first of the lacrosse players arrived. He wondered what was wrong with him; why was it taking him so long. None of the staff liked to be seen handling the guys' jocks and the razzing that came with it. Other staff had received comments like "Bet you'd rather be handing that jock with me in it" while the player grabbed their pouch and "Hey, mine has a hole in the back!" as they bent over and spread their ass cheeks. Bob had never gotten caught doing this part of the job and he waited for the comments to fly.

He hurriedly finished the job not looking around to see who might be watching. As he headed back with the cart, he finally glanced up and noticed a couple of the players standing together watching him but he got no ribbing.

After returning the cart, Bob made a straight line back to his office. He had almost gotten there when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He stopped quickly and spun around to find Nick standing there with concern on his face. He quietly asked Bob if everything was alright. A number of answers ran through Bob's mind. He decided that "Hell no and it's all your fault!" was not the appropriate answer and just replied that he was feeling confused but okay. Nick asked to meet him later to explain. Bob mumbled a reply before turning and walking on.

All Male Fiction: Bob and the Lacrosse Team (Part 2)

By: amtibbs

 

 

Note: This chapter contains bisexual sex, however, being that the main theme of this multi-part story is all-male, I have listed this as such to keep all parts in the same category.

 

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Spring was a tricky time for Bob. Many sports schedules overlapped, and the soccer and lacrosse teams shared the same locker room. Between practice times and games the locker room was very busy. Some days the ventilation system couldn't keep up and the smell of ripe athletes permeated the room. Bob scheduled his classes so he could work the locker room on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. He'd also worked either Saturday or Sunday or both if really needed.

Bob liked the lacrosse team and the lacrosse team liked Bob. They were a bunch of fun-loving guys. Bob still likes to refer to them as the "Double-A J's" (All-American Jocks). Even when faced with do-or-die situations they managed to stay loose.

The lacrosse team players were not shy dudes in the locker room. They would come in early before a game and strip naked or pull on just a jockstrap and sit around and bullshit and share the latest music they'd discovered and talk about the girls they'd fucked. They'd grab and hold or push and shove each other around with a surprising amount of body contact for hetero guys. As the season progressed there would be more and more flashes from cameras as some of the players took photos to document the experience, or perhaps, if I was a cynic, for blackmail at a later date.

The players, or at least most of them, didn't seem to mind being photographed naked. Bob thought that it actually emboldened them to behave sillier. After all, they could brush it off as just acting for the camera. A number of times guys would bring in sets of photos and pass them around the locker room and the team would gather and laugh and razz their teammates shown in each photo.

More than once, some of these photos were left behind in the locker room - photos that could cause problems for the lacrosse players, photos that Bob carefully picked up and kept safe. After all, unlike the soccer team, who as Bob felt, got what they deserved, he liked these guys, thought of them as his friends, and would never let those photos be seen all over the Internet.

Never during the season did Bob let the team's actions in the locker room come back to embarrass them, and they knew it. They liked Bob. Sure they'd mess up the locker room when upset or raging, but they knew they caused extra work for Bob – and they tried to make up for it. They invited Bob to a number of their off-campus private parties during the season. We've all heard about the Duke Lacrosse team and their infamous party and that was mild compared to Bob's stories.

The lacrosse team parties were always wild with the music loud, the alcohol flowing and the women very, very hot and loose. It was at one of those parties that Bob's eyes were opened to possibilities he had not imagined.

The party that night was held at a house rented by four of the lacrosse team players. It was a four-bedroom house so each guy could have his own room. The party was winding down and the girl that Bob had hoped to take home that night had disappeared. Bob thought she might have gone to the bathroom and headed off in that direction.

 

As he approached, the bathroom door opened and Nick, a midfielder on the team, walked out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Bob rated Nick in the top third of the team in terms of looks. He was 6'2", lean and muscular. Bob's most vivid memory was that he had a naturally smooth body with a light brown happy trail that led to an above-average size cock and low hanging nuts.

When Nick saw Bob, he said, "Bob! I need your help! Get in here." The somewhat inebriated Nick didn't give him time to move and grabbed, then pushed the smaller Bob through his slightly ajar bedroom door.