Straight Fiction: Poolside Attraction

 By: Bethyboo

 

The midday sun beats down as he watches her over his laptop. The splashing of people in the pool fills the air. He stares at the long length of her back, dimples just showing above her bikini bottoms. He sucks in a half breath; his fiancée is beautiful and he reaches to lazily run a finger from the waistband of her bikini, along her spine, stopping at the ties that stretch across, just below her shoulder blades. He moves them aside and frowns at the white strip, stark against her tanned back.

He unties the top, flipping the strings to either side and watches as she leaps up from the chaise, grasping her bikini top to her breasts, her eyes burning brightly with anger as she yells at him, "What are you doing?"

"Just trying to help you get rid of those tan lines," he frowns at her as her face turns crimson.

"What is wrong with you? There are people out here, who might see, and get the wrong impression." She reaches back, tying a knot in her bikini top so that he cannot do that so easily again.

Taken aback by her outburst, and a little embarrassed as several people stop to see what is going to happen next, he sets his laptop aside and rises, his six-foot frame towering above her. He stares down at her, watches as her lower lip does that little tremble it always does just before she cries. 

Frustrated, he blurts out, "You are such a prude; you even like to have the lights off when we have sex. What is wrong with you? Damn it! This isn't high school!" He turns and stomps off, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He enters the hotel, not even giving a glance back to see the tears in her eyes.

She stands and watches him leave, waiting for him to turn around, to apologize, and as his ass disappears through the door, she starts to shake. Is it anger or something else that makes the tears flow down her cheeks?

He enters the room, dropping his clothes along the way, and steps into the shower. He lets the spray stay cool, washing the anger from him, taking away the edge that momentarily flared up as he thought of his near-naked fiancée being ogled by the men at the pool. Damn it! He has needs and desires... and all she seems to have are rules and limits.

She looks up at the window of their hotel room and starts to smile as she realizes it has an unobstructed view of the pool. She licks her lips, anger giving her fortitude she didn't know she possessed. She reaches down and grabs the lotion, turns, and squares her shoulders. Marching up to the lifeguard stand she peers up at him, her eyes squinting in the sun.

"Excuse me, but my fiancé just left and forgot to put lotion on my back; I don't want to burn. Could you help me please?" She holds the bottle of lotion up in the air, standing on tiptoe and flexing the muscles in her ass. She knows she looks good, her long legs accentuated by strong calf muscles.

He tips his sunglasses up and looks down at her, a slow smile spreading, "Of course!" He descends the ladder and stands mere inches from her. He peels the bottle from her fingers and spins her around, the sensation of his fingers on her shoulder making her shiver in the heat of the day.

He is so tall he casts a shadow over her. She is a little nervous, quivering as his hands start to spread the lotion, up and down, small circles, sensuous as he lingers, his fingers pressing lightly at the sides of her breasts. She gives a languid stretch as he leans against her, his cock, his hard cock, pressing to her lower back.

All Male True Experience: Asshole in the Park

By: Unknown Author

I'm twenty-one, bisexual, and have a girlfriend, whom I have been with for six months. Prior to being with her, I had had sex with two other women, and a lot of other guys – other horny teen guys, anonymous hookups, etc. – the number of guys outnumbering girls because it's just a lot easier to get sex from another guy. My girlfriend doesn't know I'm bisexual, though, and I had decided that while I was with her I would be faithful and not have sex with other men.

I really didn't think it would be that difficult, since I'm more into women than men (I'm attracted to, turned on by and like sex with both equally, but the love and emotional stuff I only feel for women), but, after just six months of not having any sexual contact with another man, I suddenly found myself getting hard several times a day just thinking about it. When that happened, I'd jerk off thinking about other guys, and mostly thinking about and picturing their asses.

I've always considered myself an ass man - there's just something about a man's ass that excites me. Whenever I see a man from behind, I get so hard, especially when I see a guy bent over in a locker room, with his balls hanging and his cheeks slightly open, revealing his asshole. To me this is very arousing, because when you think of all the areas of a man that can arouse sexual excitement in another man, the asshole reflects the most private part of a man.

Sure, a man's cock is a source of sexual arousal too, but most men don't have a problem exposing their cocks around other guys - like at urinals, in the locker room, online, and some guys, especially horny teen guys, will even jerk off in front of each other – so it's not private in the same way. Let's face it, there's no more private part of a man's body than his asshole and, to me, if a guy bends over and exposes his asshole, he's exposing the most private part of himself.

It's the casualness in which it's done in the locker room, or the willingness on his part during sexual encounters to expose his most private place that turns me on, and I'd now like to share an encounter which illustrates exactly what I am talking about.

With the ever increasing thoughts of sex with guys creeping into my head, finally I decided I just couldn't go without any longer, even if it meant being unfaithful to my girlfriend, so I decided to head to a local park (known in certain circles to be a cruising spot for guy-on-guy action) to see if I could satisfy my desire.

It was a Monday night when I went to the aforementioned park. I was fully aware that I'd have a better chance of finding some action there if I had gone late on a Friday or Saturday night instead, but I had made up my mind that I wanted some man-sex ASAP and went in the hopes that I might get lucky anyway.

When I arrived it was still fairly early, just before dusk, and so I wasn't all that surprised to find that there were no other cars there. However, even though the lot was empty, I knew from past experience that guys still went there during the week, too. I also knew a lot of guys would just drive in and then leave again if there were no other cars there, but if they saw even just one car they would be more likely to stick around - so, I backed into a spot in the gravel lot and waited.

After waiting for half an hour or so, and just contemplating leaving, a truck pulled in and parked to the right of my car, backing in several spots away from me. I could see that there was only one person in the truck and it was a man. In these instances my heart begins to race and my cock begins to pulse in anticipation of a sexual adventure, but I think that happens to most guys in these types of situations.

After several minutes he opened the door of his truck and got out. As he closed the door I noticed him reach down with one hand and give his crotch a quick and casual rub, which was always a good sign. I watched as he walked away from the truck and headed across the lot toward the entrance of the path that led into the woods.

Just before he entered the path, his head turned over his shoulder and looked back at my car. I, of course, was looking right at him just for that reason, to see if he would look back; a universal code in cruising spots like this to find out if you are both there for the same reason.

In these situations I always wait a few minutes so as not to appear overly aggressive, plus I don't want to end up walking right behind the guy; I prefer to wait until he is ahead a bit so that I can wander down the path and just 'find' him, as if I had just stumbled upon him on my walk.

After waiting a couple of minutes, I got out of my car and headed across the lot to the path. As I got a ways down the path, I saw the man from the truck standing just to the side of it, leaning against a tree in the near distance. It was dusk now, and the cover of the trees made the area appear darker, and I ducked into the trees and moved a bit closer to check him out.

Within a few seconds he removed his t-shirt, and I watched him begin to run his hands across his chest and down into the waistband of his shorts - he had obviously spotted me ducking into the trees and knew I was watching him. My heart began to pound, and I stepped out onto the path again and began to slowly approach. He turned and looked at me and indicated his interest with a smile, while slipping his hand all the way into his shorts and giving his cock a good grope.

Seconds later I was standing face to face with this man. He was an attractive guy, about six feet tall and, I guessed, around two-hundred pounds; not fat, just solidly built. He had on a baseball cap and had a scruffy five o'clock shadow, and looked to be in his mid-forties, more than twice my age. I'm not usually into older guys, but at this point in time I didn't care, I just wanted cock! I was just happy that he was in-shape and attractive – but, honestly, even if he had had a beer gut and average looks, I probably would have still hooked up with him… desperate times and all.

Still groping himself, I stepped closer, and when I did, he removed his hand from his crotch, reached out and grabbed a handful of my crotch and gave it a hard squeeze. Already swollen, my cock grew completely hard from his touch. I then reached out to get a feel of his, with him moving his hand away from his crotch to allow me to touch it.

I moaned both from another guy feeling my dick and from feeling another guy's dick again. We silently stood and felt each other up for a few moments, and then he removed his hand, squatted in front of me, and pulled my shorts and underwear down.

When he was met with my stiff seven-and-a-half inch uncut cock, he commented on my "nice, hard, young dick" and then he turned his ball cap around backwards, leaned his head in, opened his mouth and fully took my cock all the way into his throat. He pulled back and then took me deeply and slowly back into his throat again and then started bobbing up and down on it in a nice rhythm.

Bisexual Fiction: Driven by Desire (Part 1)

By: chicagobasil & Ryan Michaels

During a company-wide computer upgrade, all employees were required to attend a full day training course. Since the work still had to get done, and with the massive number of employees within the company, obviously everyone could not attend all at once, so the course was held every day over the period of one month. Each employee was given a date and time to attend, with a half dozen or so people from each department sent each day.

Today was the day I had to attend the training session, and I was not looking forward to it at all. My outlook changed, however, as soon as I walked into the classroom and found I was lucky enough to be put into a class with a really hot guy who worked in my department. While we didn't really know each other, other than to say hi if we passed each other during the work day, I had always noticed Rob and thought he was really sexy!

Rob was six-foot-two, with blond hair and blue eyes, a great chest, muscular arms, and an amazing ass; the kind of ass that was just made for fucking! Out of all the guys in my department, he was the hottest! Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend and was always flirting with the younger women in the department; not that I ever would have had a chance with him anyway, even if he wasn't straight.

The classroom was set up with rectangular type tables, with two computers on each. Rob ended up sitting next to me, probably because the other four from our department, who were women, had already paired up at tables and I was the only other person in the group that he recognized.

As the session dragged on, I found myself sneaking quick glances at the nice sized bulge in Rob's pants. It took all of my will power not to just reach over and start massaging it. As I took yet another glance, with Rob totally unaware of my peeping, he leaned back in his chair and casually spread his legs a little wider and rested his hand next to that impressive bulge.

As I continued to check out his package from the corner of my eye, I saw Rob turn his head in my direction. I turned my head to look at him and he was looking right at me, smiling; his eyes then dropped to his crotch and he gave it a squeeze. He looked at me again, smiled, and then lowered his eyes to my crotch. This action totally took me by surprise, but it didn't prevent me from immediately pushing my chair back a bit further so that he could get a good look at my bulge. I started to get hard right away, just from knowing he was looking at my crotch.

As I stared at his crotch, my mouth literally watering, I could see his dick poking at the front of his pants as if it was trying to escape. He had the beginnings of a hard-on going on, and it looked like it was going to be a pretty impressive one! It was a good thing we were sitting in the back of the class!

I starting moving my legs back and forth, squeezing my hard dick between my thighs. As I continued to open and close my legs, I eventually let my left leg touch his. Surprisingly, he pressed his leg into mine, too, and then started to lightly rub his hard dick through his pants; seeing this, I quickly started doing the same. I figured he was just as bored out of his mind as I was with the course being taught and was just goofing around to pass the time, but I wanted so badly for us to be rubbing each other's bulges instead!

It seemed like forever, but finally we were given a thirty minute break and Rob motioned towards the door, indicating he wanted me to follow. He headed down the hall, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was following just as he approached the men's room door. Could it be? Am I really going to get to fool around with the hottest guy in my department, who also happens to be straight? I thought.

Unfortunately, Rob turned his head back around and kept walking. I stopped in the hall with disappointment, as some other people from the course passed me by and began going into the men's and women's washrooms.

Realizing why Rob had continued down the hall, I started walking again to see where he had gone. I rounded a corner and caught a glimpse of him standing at the exit to a stairwell, holding the door open with his hand. When he saw me, he went through it, and I kept following. Lagging behind him, I ended up following him up two flights of stairs, but when I entered the corridor where I had seen him exit the stairwell, Rob was nowhere in sight.

I walked along the empty hall trying to find Rob as people were busy working away in their work areas. Looking down a corridor I was passing, I noticed a sign protruding from the wall above a door saying "Men" and figured that must be where Rob had disappeared to.

As I walked into the washroom, I was correct in my assumption and found Rob standing by the sink area in this less busy washroom. He started rubbing his crotch as soon as he knew it was me who had entered. I walked up to him rubbing my own crotch as well, and when we were right in front of each other we both immediately put our hands on the other's throbbing bulge.

Within seconds we had our pants unzipped and were stroking each other's hard cocks. My own cock was a good size, measuring seven inches when erect, and was of average thickness and was circumcised. Rob's cock, however, had mine beat, and was everything I had hoped it to be from the size of that promising bulge, and more, looking to be about nine inches in length, fatter than my own, and uncut.

As soon as I saw that big, fat, juicy piece of meat, I couldn't help myself, and, forgetting my surroundings, I started to drop to my knees so I could take his beautiful hard cock into my mouth. He grabbed me by the arm, though, stopping my descent to my knees, and motioned towards one of the toilet stalls. Just as we started walking towards it, we heard the first of the two sets of doors to the washroom open.

I darted into the stall and shut the door, waiting for whomever had just come in to use the facilities to finish and leave so I could wrap my lips around Rob's massive man-meat; I was so excited that I was slowly stroking my cock the whole time the other guy was taking a piss.

The unwanted visitor finally left and I opened the stall door so Rob could join me; unfortunately I found that I was all alone in the room. I was disappointed and cursing whomever had come in there and stolen my opportunity, but I was so fucking horny now, not to mention hard as a rock, that I ended up closing the stall door again so I could give my aching cock some relief!

With neither the time nor the desire for a leisurely stroke-session, my hand was a blur on my dick, when someone came in. I looked through the crack in the stall door to see if it was Rob returning, but it wasn't. By that point, though, after all the buildup earlier, I was too worked up to even care that someone else was in the washroom and I just kept on furiously beating my meat.

As horny as I was, and working my cock the way I was, I was ready to cum in no time, and, when I shot my load, as hard as I tried to keep quiet, I couldn't, and a few low moans escaped my lips. I heard the other guy laugh under his breath as he washed his hands. I couldn't believe I'd just shot my load in the public washroom at my work with another guy in the room, and that he had heard me cumming, but it was also kind of hot! I just wish Rob had stuck around so that I could have been sucking on his cock while I was jerking off and dumping my load!

After cleaning up all the evidence and washing my hands, I returned to the classroom. Rob leaned over to me and whispered, "Sorry man, I freaked a bit when that guy came in and I just bolted." That was the first time either of us had actually used spoken words to communicate.

"No problem, I had my own fun anyway," I whispered back with a smile on my face.

Rob smiled too, and, after taking a quick glance around the room, he planted his hand in his crotch, gave it a firm squeeze and said, "I guess my fun will have to wait until later." Even though I had just dropped a load minutes earlier, my cock began to stir as I began to wonder what might be in store for after class!

As soon as the course was over, everyone, including Rob, scrambled to get out of there. After eight hours in a boring class I could understand his wanting to get the hell out of there, but I'd thought his comment after the break meant that he was interested in meeting up with me afterwards to get that blowjob I had tried to give him earlier. I guess he had actually just meant that he was going to have to wait until later to jerk off, like I had informed him I had done during the break. Still, I figured he'd at least say something to me, even 'see you later' or something, but he didn't say a word or even look at me before bolting from the room. Needless to say, I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get to suck his cock like I had hoped, but I took some solace in the fact that I had at least gotten to see it, and even touch it; that alone was more than I'd ever dreamed of.

As I grabbed my course materials from the tabletop, there was a small piece of blank paper sitting on top of my course folder. I picked it up, and when I turned it over it read: If you want to finish what you started, meet me at Miller Park by the old shed right now. I quickly finished gathering my papers and, with that feeling of disappointment now being replaced by great excitement, I left the room to head to the park.

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!

All Male True Experience: My First and Only Gay Sex

By: alshupe14

The first time I had sex, it was with another guy, a friend who had stayed the night at my house. It was summer and, without air conditioning, it was too hot to sleep. We had even gone so far as to strip right down to our underwear, but it hadn't helped. So we decided to camp out in the backyard. I grabbed the quilt from my bed for us to lie on, and also managed to grab a bottle of my dad's whisky on the way out. Being that my house was in the country, and it was late and my parents were both sound asleep in bed, we didn't bother to put any more clothes on.

After spreading out the quilt on the lawn, we immediately started sipping on the whiskey. It wasn't long before we started talking about girls and sex. Johnny was a year older than me and I assumed he had done it before, based on things he had said. But that night he admitted that he hadn't done it yet and how much he really wanted to do it. That was followed by a statement of how horny he was just thinking about what it would be like and, needless to say, I was taken aback when he followed that by asking if I would help him out by jacking him off!

I wasn't too keen on the idea at all, to say the least, but then he said if I did him, he would do me. It must have been the whiskey, teen horniness, or a combination of both, because that offer immediately sounded pretty good to me, and so I agreed to try it.

All Male True Experience: Cruising for Cock

By: chicagobasil

One night after work I decided to stop off at the park for some fun. I knew for a fact that action took place at this park during the lunch hour, but I was not sure what the action was like at this time of the day, or if there would be any at all. I pulled into the lot of the park and all I saw were straight couples.

Sticking around to see if anyone interesting showed up, I sat in my car pretending to be deeply into my book, every now and again looking up to see who was pulling up. As I looked up this time, I saw a nice looking guy get out of his car and head down a path. Then to my right I saw a really hot guy enter the park on foot and do the same. The second guy made my cock stir just looking at him, so I put the book down, hopped out of my car and headed towards the path.

As I walked along I came to a fork in the road. I could either continue on straight ahead or turn left. Letting my hard-on be my guide I took the path ahead of me. It was paved and I figured it would be easy to get back to my truck. As I made my way along it I saw the second guy in the distance standing at the side of the path. He looked over at me and then continued down the path. The first guy was not too far ahead.

After walking a short way, again there was a cross road. This time guy number one headed into the woods and guy number two followed him. I decided to look for another way up, perhaps hoping to get a glimpse of the two of them in action.

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 4)

"The Boy Next Door"
By: samboi91

 

 

 

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The sun was shining in my eyes as I awoke the next morning. It was a pretty warm day, so I was just lying in a pair of boxers with the covers off. As was my usual routine, I shoved my boxers down and started pulling on my cock. I closed my eyes and ran my hand down my toned body, thinking of how my step-brother had made me suck his dick, stroking my cock faster before feeling movement on my bed.

As I opened my eyes, Jeff jumped onto my chest, pulling my hand from my cock and pinning both my arms above my head.

"I know you were thinking about me, about sucking on my cock like you did yesterday. You were, weren't you?"

I nodded and grinned.

"Yeah, and that got you all hard and you had to jerk it off, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Man, it must suck having to use your hand," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't you remember what I said yesterday about your mouth replacing my hand on my dick?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Good," he said as I felt his hand on the back of my head. "Then why don't you get busy sucking it for me, bro," he demanded as he moved forward while shoving his underwear down and placing his cock just inches away from my mouth.

All I could do was open my mouth, and he started sliding his big dick in. He had no mercy as he kept sliding it down my throat, and then he began to thrust over and over again, moaning loudly. My eyes traveled over his ripped abs, up to his bulging pecs, and then settled on his face, looking up into his eyes as I sucked his cock.

"I've got another big load for you to swallow this morning," he moaned a couple of minutes later.

I grabbed my dick and jerked it quickly until I could feel myself about to blow, too. He flicked his head back and moaned loudly while releasing stream after stream of warm cum down my throat. I struggled to swallow it all as my own cock blasted cum all over his back and ass.

"Hope you liked that load, bro. Now I gotta go shower and wash yours off my back," he said hopping off the bed. He stopped when he got near the door, looked over at me and added, "Oh, I bumped into Brad last night, and he said to remind you that you are supposed to go over to his place and help him out today."

"I remember," I replied.

Brad was our next-door neighbor. Once in a while, I would help him work on his car. I didn't know a lot about cars, just enough to assist him, which I loved doing because Brad always walked around shirtless whenever he could. He had a nice body. He didn't really have abs like me or Jeff but had a developed, muscular chest and a flat stomach. At twenty-five, he wasn't much older than my brother, and we got along well.

After Jeff left my room, I lay there lazily playing with my limp cock while I waited for him to finish his shower. Once he was done, I headed to the bathroom to take mine, and then I got dressed and went over to Brad's house.

We were working on his car in his driveway, and once the day got a bit hotter, Brad took his shirt off. I couldn't help but stare when he wasn't looking and had to casually adjust myself a few times so he wouldn't notice my hard-on.

After a bit, we stopped to enjoy a couple of ice-cold beers that Brad kept in a fridge in his garage. As we sat on the front steps, Brad looked at me and said, "Man, you're so hot."

I almost choked on my mouthful of beer. "What?" I uttered in shocked response.

All Male Fiction: Executive Break

By: Unknown Author

 

 

I do my best to avoid hanging around with business associates when I'm not at work. I'm an investment broker, and I deal with plenty of stress during the work week. My ideas of unwinding don't usually include spending weekends with my co-workers and their families, but there are times when it just can't be avoided.

This was one of those times. My boss was throwing his annual cocktail party and buffet. I knew from experience that the booze would be first-rate, the food would be from the best caterers in the city, and the conversation would all center on work and family matters. In a word, I knew I was in for a really dull Sunday afternoon.

Still, I had to go, so I put on a lightweight suit, chose a tie that was a little flashier than anything I'd wear at the office, and drove to the boss's house in an exclusive suburb down by the lake. Actually, it was more of an estate than a house, fifteen wooded acres in the heart of the city, with a huge mansion, swimming pool, landscaped gardens, and a lawn that swept right down to the edge of the lake and the boss's private dock. The party was in full swing when I got there, so I grabbed a drink and started to mingle.

A man can only listen to so many tales of how smart another man's children are, or hear about the little business the wife is starting, before thinking about joining the Foreign Legion. I was also starting to get the inevitable questions about why a handsome, successful man like me wasn't married. I could see nothing but embarrassment looming on the horizon, so I excused myself from the group and took a hike.

I ducked outside and crossed the lawn and took one of the paths that led through the wooded part of the property. It didn't look like anyone else was venturing too far from the bar or the food, so I wouldn't likely be disturbed. I shed my coat, loosened my tie, and rolled up my sleeves, strolling along the paths, enjoying the beauty of the scene.

That beauty got even more intense when I rounded a bend in the path and stepped into a clearing that was bordered by flowering shrubs. Off to one side, a young gardener was doing some trimming. He was tall and dark-haired, his lithe frame tautly muscled. He was wearing an old pair of khaki shorts and heavy work boots, leaving me with plenty of firm, tanned flesh to admire. Then I stepped on a pine cone, which exploded under my heel with a sharp crack, making the young man turn to look at me.

"Sorry," I said. "I just had to get away from the crowds for a while."

"No problem," he replied. "I don't blame you. Too many stuffed shirts here today to suit me, so I know how you feel."

"Mind if I hang around for a few minutes and soak up some sun?"

He shook his head and smiled again, then returned to his pruning.

I stripped out of my shirt and reveled in the feel of the hot sun beaming down on my shoulders. I was also enjoying the view, watching the muscles in the gardener's back twitching and shifting as he manned the pruning shears. He was really a hot guy, and my fingers were twitching as I imagined the texture of his silky skin.

Naturally, I had a hard-on in nothing flat, my horniness level rapidly shooting up into the danger zone. I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while, what with work and all, and I couldn't think of anything I'd like more than a roll in the grass with the young stud in front of me. I leaned back on my elbows, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the slight breeze that had come up. My hard-on was clearly visible under my thin suit trousers, but he had his back to me and seemed very involved in what he was doing, so I wasn't too worried about it.

"Any chance I could be the cause of that?"

I opened my eyes and looked up, startled. I'd been a million miles away, mentally working the stud over. He had crossed the lawn and was staring down at me, hands on his hips, his legs planted wide apart.

All Male True Experience: Into the Woods

By: SwallowUwhole

 

 

 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

All Male True Experience: Of (Golf) Balls and Asses

By: JohnnyX

 

 

 

Last summer, when I was nineteen, my parents had decided to take a summer trip around Europe, and I was not invited. Even though I was nineteen, my parents let me know that they were not comfortable letting me spend the whole summer living alone - undoubtedly visions of wild teenage parties going through their heads - and that they had arranged for me to stay with my aunt, a widow who lived in a Southern California retirement community built literally around a golf course.

My dad went on to inform me that he had arranged for me to become one of a small army of caddies at The Golf Club, as it was known, as a way to keep me out of trouble and earn myself spending money. The idea of spending the summer with a bunch of elderly people didn't really thrill me, but I didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

It began as a pretty dull summer, and I spent most nights at the small cinema in the community center; ironically, it was having a Rock Hudson retrospective. Even the few guys in their forties in the community seemed old to me. In my second month, though, this young hunk showed up, a blond with a gleaming smile, not much older than myself. He seemed nice, and he sure caught looks of envy, or dislike, from the older men. He always had the same caddy, a thirtyish Cuban.

About a week later, I was pruning in my aunt's backyard when I heard a voice say, "Hi, stranger!"

I looked up. It was him.

"I've seen you at The Golf Club," he said mock-reverently. We laughed. "One guy tells me you never flinch when you have to ask members afterward, 'Do you want me to wash your balls, sir?'"

"Members are apt to say anything," I replied.

"Members," he laughed.

I got the joke after a few seconds.

It turned out he was brand-new at male modeling, was visiting and staying next door for a month with his grandparents, and was named Derek.

"Call me John," I said.

"I wish I could call you caddy," he smiled.

Days later, I was his caddy, and thenceforth I got dirty looks from the Cuban.

Derek was pretty good at golf, but after a month in a community of golf fanatics the sport no longer fascinated me as a topic of conversation. But Derek fascinated me.

Our second morning on the links, by a secluded gardener's shed near a pond, he asked me, without grinning, "Do you want to wash my balls?"

I could tell by the way he said it and by the way that he was looking at me that he wasn't talking about his golf balls, nor was he making a joke. So, I took a deep breath and went for it. "Which balls?" I grinned.

That was all it took for him to confirm that we were both on the same wavelength. He smiled in response to my comment, motioned his head and led me behind the shed on the water side. He leaned against the building and deftly unzipped, hauling out his half-hard cock and a pair of balls wreathed with dark golden hair.

All Male Fiction: The Butthole Patrol

By: Ben G.

 

 

My buddies Mac and Jerry got started on this little kick as a lark one Saturday night after we'd had a few beers. We were feeling pretty raunchy, so when the driver of a little red sports car cut us off on the highway just out of town, we punched the pedal to the metal and took off after him, figuring on passing out a little vigilante justice on lousy drivers.

We chased the fucker for about ten miles before we finally cut him off on a curve and forced him into a freshly plowed field. Jerry cut off the engine and the three of us jumped out of the pickup and ambled over to the car. The driver was sitting behind the wheel, cussing a blue streak when we got there, glowering at us like he'd just as soon shoot us as look at us.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he shrieked, pounding on the steering wheel in a fury. "You could've killed me!"

"Well," Jerry drawled, leaning on the top of the car, "me and my buddies was thinking pretty much the same thing when you cut us off back there on the highway. We don't like havin' to pick our teeth out of the dashboard any better'n you do."

"When I get back to town, I'm going to have you goddamned pricks arrested!" the guy blustered, the veins in his forehead swelling up like little cables. "I don't need some ignorant rednecks telling me how to drive my car!"

"I figure you need somebody to teach you some manners," I said, opening the guy's door and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you just step out here and we'll continue this conversation."

"Fuck you!" he snapped.

I tightened my grip on him and jerked him out of the car. He came up to about my shoulder and he was a cute little piece, even if he was steaming mad. He was wearing stylish slacks that showed off his narrow waist and bubble butt, and a pullover shirt that clung to his tight torso like wet paint. The little fucker hauled off and pasted me one in the gut while I was looking him over. I just grunted and shook him 'till his teeth rattled.

"This one really needs to be taken down a peg or two," Mac opined, shaking his head and spitting at the dude's feet. "When I cut up like this as a kid, I always got my ass whipped by my old man."

"Not a bad idea," Jerry seconded. "From what I can see, there's a pretty nice target for us to aim at." He reached out and grabbed a handful of the dude's tight ass, making him squirm in my grip. "Real nice."

"Let's take him over there in the woods and teach him a little lesson," Mac said. "Come on, boys. Let's go."

All Male True Experience: My First Big Cock

By: Unknown Author

I'm nineteen and haven't sucked a lot of cocks yet. Of the cocks I have sucked, the biggest was six and a half inches, and I was dying to suck a really big cock. I'm not a size queen or anything, I mean a cock's a cock to me, and I'll willingly play with any dick I get the chance to, no matter its size, but I just wanted to see and try sucking a really big one.

So I decided to go to a gay chat site I knew about, and I posted the following ad:

Looking to suck my first big cock. Looking for guys between the ages of 18 and 30 that live in my area - see profile for my location. If you have a big cock and are interested in having it sucked by a hot 19-year-old, and live near me, send me a message. Please don't tell me how big your cock is though, I want to find out for myself when I suck it. Just make sure it's a big one if you plan to reply, otherwise don't bother.

The ads get posted to the board instantly and I couldn't believe it when I got a reply from a guy just a few minutes later: "Hi, I'd love to get my cock sucked. It's seven inches, is that big enough for you?"

Unfortunately, it wasn't what I had in mind when I said 'big', plus I asked anyone who replied not to tell me how big they were, so I replied back and told him no. He replied back and said, "Fuck you!" I laughed at that. If the guy had read my ad and was smart, he would have known not to tell me how big his cock was and I probably would have met with him and sucked him off, even if, when seeing his hard cock, it turned out not to be quite as big as I was looking for.

I got a few more replies, saying things like: "I'd rather suck yours," "I'm not huge but I'm not small either and I'd love a blowjob! Let me know," and "Another fuckin' size queen!"

A few days later I got the perfect reply to my ad: "I'm 28, have a huge dick, and I'm interested in giving you your first big cock to play with. Think you're a good enough cocksucker to handle it?" It was everything I was looking to read in a reply and nothing I didn't want to hear.

I started to get hard just reading his words, and I messaged him back to tell him I was definitely interested and wanted to know when and where. I was so excited by the prospect of sucking my first big cock that I kept checking for a reply constantly, like every five or ten minutes for hours. It wasn't until the next day that he replied, and he included his phone number, telling me to call him any time after seven o'clock at night to set things up instead of sending messages back and forth and waiting for replies.

It was around half past five when I got his message, and as soon as the clock struck seven I grabbed my phone and called him up. After telling him who I was, I asked when I could come over to suck his cock, adding that I could come over right then. His reply was that he had a straight roommate, so his place was out, and asked if I could host.

Disappointment set in. Here I'd finally found a big cock to suck and neither of us had a place where we could do it. But my disappointment was short-lived, for after I replied that I didn't have a place either, he said we could do it in his backyard, which he said was very private if I was cool with that. I quickly agreed, and we arranged that I would come over around nine when it would be dark out, and then he gave me his address.

As I hung up the phone I was nervous as hell, but also so excited about sucking my first big cock! Those two hours dragged by, and, with constant thoughts of what was going to happen when nine o'clock finally did roll around, it took everything I had in me not to pull my dick out and jerk off.

When I arrived, he was already outside, waiting for me on the front porch. After saying hello to each other he led me around to the back of the house. As we stood on the concrete patio right near the back of the house, he immediately took my hand and put it on his crotch. "I want you to rub it with your hand first so that it will be nice and hard when I pull it out for you."

I massaged his cock through his pants and could feel it getting hard from my touch. Fuck, it felt so big and I was really excited. He reached for the button on his jeans and I moved my hand away. "Get down on your knees so you can get a nice close-up view of your first big cock," he said, and I instantly dropped to my knees.

All Male Fiction: Summer Heat

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

Having finally graduated from college, I was ready to kick back by my parents' pool for the summer. I figured there was nothing like the long hard muscles of a swimmer and the bronze of a full-body tan to bring the cocksuckers out of the water… and into my pants. I would spend the summer working on improving my bait. My folks were in Europe, and the neighbors had just moved out. The resulting privacy would be just what I needed to throw a few humdinger, midnight skinny-dipping parties.

I was relaxing in a poolside lounge chair, soaking up the rays, reading one of my favorite "boy-meets-boy, boy-fucks-boy" magazines. I was totally naked and totally hot, and not because of the sun. I balanced the magazine on my stomach with one hand while my other went down to explore my lengthening cock. I squeezed my balls and rubbed my hand up the length of my rod, lifting the magazine to watch the natural lube ooze from the soft, round tip of my meat. I pinched some of the goo onto my fingertips and brought it to my mouth.

The taste and feel of my own juice has always made me wish I could suck my own cock. I was about to grab hold of my cock and do the next best thing when I heard a scraping at the fence, ten feet away. I looked up. Looking over the fence there was a guy, grinning.

"Hi. Kurt," he said.

I dropped my magazine over my protruding cock and managed not to jump out of my skin. "Geez, you scared me," I said to this apparent stranger who seemed to know my name. "What're you doing over there? I thought that house was empty."

He was still grinning. I wondered how much he had seen. As I recovered from my shock, I began to notice his dimples, his brilliant blue eyes, and his red hair. The guy had a beautiful face.

"Not exactly empty," he said. "Well, I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. I guess I've changed since you saw me last."

It all started to fall into place. That red hair, those blue eyes... could this be the skinny, freckly kid with braces who used to come and swim with my little sister? "David?"

"Bingo," he said. "When we moved three years ago my folks rented the house out. Now I'm starting at the university here, and I get to live here, with some roommates. But I haven't got the roommates yet. So where's Susan?"

"She's starting school back east. She wants to get a jump on the housing situation, so she's already left. Nobody else is home but me. Too bad, Susan would probably like to see you again," I said.

"Oh well," he said. "So how's the water?"

"Great. Come on over for a swim if you'd like."

"Perfect! Be right over."

I hid my stroke magazine under an old issue of Time, and then stood up and grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist to cover my now almost soft, but still swollen, thick cock. Beating off would just have to wait.

David was soon banging at the locked gate.

The body his white Speedos barely covered was gorgeous; slender but hard and muscular, and bound by soft-looking, unblemished, cream-colored skin. He was still shorter than me, but only by about an inch. He sported a nipple ring, and his skimpy suit was filled with a generous mound of flesh that suggested a very nicely sized cock and balls.

"God damn," I sputtered. "I mean, I remember having to look a foot and a half down at you the last time I saw you." I managed to look away from his crotch and back into his face, which was somehow sexy and cherubic at the same time. Maybe it was his sensuous lips.

David laughed. "Well, I must say that you on the other hand haven't changed very much. You're looking good. Still working out, huh?"

I cast a sideways glance at him. Looking good? "Come on in," I said, and led him to the side of the pool.

 

David sat down on the edge of the pool and slid himself into the water. Rather than swimming, he lowered himself until the water came up to his shoulders, and then raised himself up again and waded to the other side and lay back, resting his head against the side, his body facing me. The water came up just enough to surround his bulge. With his Speedos now wet, it hugged his cock and balls, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I felt a twinge run down my guts and into my cock as I took it in. Realizing I was staring at his crotch, my eyes trailed up to his face and he seemed to be looking at me with a bit of a proud smirk on his face, as though he enjoyed showing off his ample package.

Caught, I diverted my eyes from his by turning on my heels and then moved to lie down in the lounge chair. As I did so, he hoisted himself up and got out of the water, and began to dry himself off. He then moved over to stand by the other lounge chair next to mine, the outline of his cock and balls still prominently on display in his wet Speedos, only now it was right at my eye level.

 

"I brought some sunscreen," he said. "You know this skin wasn't meant for much sun, and living in Alaska I haven't gotten much." He sat on the lounge chair and began to spread the lotion on his body. I watched him, trying not to look too interested as we talked.

When he finished, he said, "Would you mind putting a bit of this on my back? If I don't cover myself from head to toe, I know I'll be sorry."