All Male Fiction: Alex's Game (Part 2)

By: sebastian_wallace & Ryan Michaels

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Alex looked down at my dick as though to reassure himself that I was still aroused by this. Finding that I was - my little pencil was still poking upright in my briefs - he went on, "There's something weird about the slit on the head. It's kind of underneath it. I think it has something to do with my cock being so huge. You wanna see it?"

I'd never heard anything about this, even though I'd had dealings with cocks of many different shapes and sizes over the years. It was probably something unique to his own cock, which he just assumed was a consequence of its size; maybe a birthmark or a scar from a long-forgotten injury. I was intrigued, though, and figured it couldn't hurt to take a look, especially considering what had already transpired.

I shrugged. "I suppose so. But after that, we go back into the exam."

He smiled and said, "Yeah sure, whatever," and then, with his hand still on my shoulder, he began pushing down on it and said, "You'll have to kneel down on the floor to see it, though."

My knees began to buckle from the pressure he was exerting on my shoulder. "Yeah, kneel down," Alex urged as I began to willingly bend, lowering myself down until I felt the sharp coldness of the tile floor against my knees.

I peered intently at Alex's large, gently-pulsating organ. The smell of it - the sharp but inviting odor of the sweat in his pubic hair - was quite powerful as I stared closely at his piss slit. I didn't see anything unusual, though, and told him so.

"Take a look at it close up and you'll see," Alex replied. He was insistent, putting his hand on my head, as if to guide me towards the incongruity I was trying to find. He pushed his hips towards me so that his cock, now swollen to its full impressive size, was within an inch of my face.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I still couldn't see anything unusual, when Alex grabbed my head firmly and pushed his cock into my mouth. He slid it in and out a few times, no doubt feeling me resisting it in the initial shock of finding myself invaded by him, and then feeling me responding to him by urgently sucking at it as the pleasure of what he was doing overwhelmed me.

Still holding my head, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and swiveled my neck so that I was staring up at him open-mouthed. "You like that?" he asked. "Do you? Yeah, of course you do," he smirked before letting me answer, and then pushed himself back into my mouth.

I fed hungrily on his cock, as eager to pleasure it as if I were worshipping it; smothering it with my tongue and drinking the slow dribble of pre-cum down into my throat.

Alex soon bent over me as I blew him, and I heard him suck at one of his fingers before groping down my back to lift the bottom of my shirt and grope around my ass. He quickly located my asshole, hot and sweaty at the base of my ass crack, and pressed his moistened finger into me.

Perhaps sensing my intense pleasure at feeling myself penetrated and the eagerness to receive more, Alex stated, surprisingly calmly, "Stand up."

I did as he said, and watched as he reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. From that he extracted a condom – a Trojan Magnum condom - and, with a practiced hand, quickly opened the wrapper and rolled the rubber down the length of his oversized prick.

All Male Fiction: Alex's Game (Part 1)

By: sebastian_wallace & Ryan Michaels

Revised: February, 2016

About half an hour into the exam, Alex raised his hand to attract someone's attention. Since I happened to be standing closest to him, I walked over to his desk.

As soon as the exam had started I'd been suspicious of him. The way he'd glanced around the exam room and leered over at me when he saw that I was one of the invigilators. I just knew he was going to try to disrupt things by asking dumb-ass questions or making pointless requests for unnecessary stationery or something.

One of his friend's was in the seat in front of him; another was a couple of feet to his side. He was bound to start pissing around. Who the fuck designed these seating plans anyway? Where were their brains?

"Yes, Alex?"

He grinned up at me. "May I go to the bathroom, Mr. Hargreaves, sir?"

Mr. Hargreaves, sir? Since when has he shown any respect for me? Smarmy little punk.

His friend to the left snickered.

I glared at Alex and then feigned an unpleasant smile, "Of course." So this was going to be his game - asking to go to the bathroom every ten minutes.

He stood up, his shirt hanging out from his school trousers, which were halfway down his backside. His school tie was yanked down so that the knot was level with his chest. I could easily have made a fuss about correct school uniform - make him publicly smarten himself up - but I thought I'd leave it. Keep it in the bag to give me something to use later on if I needed it.

He swaggered out of the classroom and I followed him, nodding to one of my colleagues to confirm I'd be supervising Alex while he was out of the room.

I felt pretty certain that this was just a ruse; a time-wasting activity designed to prove to Alex's buddies how unconcerned about the exam he was and to distract the more serious students from focusing on their papers.

This was the second paper for Physics. Alex didn't have a hope in hell of passing it; at least not if his performance in Math - the subject I taught him - was anything to go by.

He walked into the boy's room located just down the hall and I followed him in. Striding up to the nearest urinal, positioning himself in front of it so that he was side-on to me, he pulled out his cock. Then he looked over at me, smirking, clearly feeling pretty smart with himself, "Nice job for you, huh?"

I didn't rise to the bait. "You know the regulations by now Alex. You've got to be accompanied until you submit your paper."

He shrugged derisively, "Whatever." Then he looked down at his cock.

I noticed that, despite clearly being soft and floppy, his cock looked thick and large as he peeled back his foreskin to expose its fat, pink head. He wasn't urinating. He looked back over at me, "I can never go when someone's there."

"Do you want me to turn on a tap?" Why I was offering to do anything for him - the number of my classes which he'd deliberately and systematically ruined over the last four years - I don't know.

He shrugged. "It won't help."

Jesus, his cock was big. It must have been about six inches long and at least twice as thick as mine is even when I'm hard. Why was it always the pricks that got all the lucky breaks?

"What do you think of the paper?" he asked me. He wasn't even vaguely interested in my opinion of it. He was just trying to get me to comment on it so that he could claim he was unfairly influenced or something.

I smiled, "You know I can't discuss the paper with you... not now."

He grinned. "Like I'd tell anyone."

"Yeah, soul of discretion, aren't you?"

He looked a little irritated, or perhaps a little wounded. After a few seconds he said, "I'm smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut."

I considered that and nodded slowly. Then I said, "Perhaps... but even if I wanted to discuss the paper, I haven't seen it for long enough to have formed an opinion on it."

He nodded and looked back down at his cock. He played with it idly while he waited for his bladder to relax. He jerked the foreskin across the broad head a couple of times. "Do you always have this much trouble going when you need to visit the boys' room?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No, but then I don't usually have some old guy perving on me, do I?" Before I could challenge him on that, he looked up at me and grinned again. "I know... I know... it's the regulations."

I smiled back. "It was the 'old' bit which I objected to, actually. I'm only thirty."

Alex kept smiling, "Yeah, it was just a figure of speech." He looked back down at his cock. Unless I was mistaken, it seemed to be getting bigger. It looked distinctly less flaccid than it had been a few moments earlier. "Anyway," he said, "In public washrooms and stuff, you usually have other guys next to you pissing. Kind of relaxes you a little. Know what I mean?"

"Well, I offered to turn on the tap - the sound of running water…"

"It wouldn't help. It's different. I dunno."

I thought about suggesting that he return to the exam until the urge to pee grew stronger. But then I realized that would be playing into his hands; giving him the opportunity to distract everyone every few minutes on the pretext of having a nervous bladder.

"Well, if you can't go here and now, you're gonna have to wait an hour before you're allowed out again," I said. "So you better start thinking of waterfalls or something."

He looked over at me. "An hour?"

I nodded. "It's in the regulations." It wasn't but I wanted to nip things in the bud.

"No one's ever said that before."

"I can show you where it's written in the booklet, if you wanna stay back after the exam is finished?" I knew that Alex wasn't the type of guy to stay back in school a second longer than he had to.

He shrugged. "Look, I wanna go but I can't. It's just not happening even though it feels like I really need to go." He seemed surprisingly genuine. Perhaps he really was feeling nervous by having me standing there staring at him.

"I can't leave the room, Alex. You know that."

"Yeah, I know that…" He hesitated, staring ahead at the tiled wall in front of him. Then he went on, "I don't suppose you wanna take a piss, do you?"

All Male Fiction: Behind the Garage

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

Being a teenager, I was horny all the time and jerked off a lot; at least twice a day. Doing it a lot was quite normal for guys my age, but for me (and some others as well, I'm sure), it was all I had, because I hadn't done 'it' yet. It wasn't that I was shy or unattractive - I actually had quite a lot of friends and was considered good looking - nor was it that I had never had the chance to do it before, either. The problem was, the opportunities that had presented themselves were with girls, and I was gay, something I knew as soon as I became sexually aware, and something I also kept to myself.

Hiding who I was would bring me down sometimes, but coming out in high school was just not something I was prepared to do. Times may be changing, but unlike on TV, in real life not everyone is so accepting, particularly in high school, and especially teenaged males. Only one guy at my school had come out as gay, and when everybody heard, his life was made a living hell, mainly by other guys, and he eventually had to transfer schools. I certainly wasn't going to subject myself to that kind of daily ridicule and bullying. It also meant that for now, at least until I finished high school, sex for me only consisted of my own right hand.

Now that it was summer, I found myself spending a lot of time by myself, and spending a lot of that time jerking off, even more than usual, mainly out of boredom. All of my friends had either gone away with their families, a couple were in summer school, and the rest had all gotten summer jobs, so they were never around to hang out with.

Like some of my friends, I had a job as well, only it wasn't a summer job. With my mom and dad having separated about six months ago, and my mom working, I had been assigned the job of doing the house and yard work, for which my mom paid me. In her eyes, she felt it was a good way for me to make some spending money and also learn about responsibility, not to mention it saved her from having to hire a maid. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, but since she was going to pay me, I ended up agreeing; not that I really had a say in the matter anyway.

But now that I wasn't in school all day, I had a lot more time to do the chores around the house, which meant I also ended up with a lot more free time, and no one to spend it with, except my mom – she was a teacher, home every day now for the summer – and what teenage guy wants to spend every day of his summer vacation with his mother. Not me, not most I'd guess, so I ended up spending quite a lot of my days in my private sanctuary.

My private sanctuary was the small space between the garage and the solid wooden fence that ran behind it. It was where I went when I wanted to think or just be by myself. Sometimes I'd plug my ear buds into my phone and listen to music, but what I always did every day while back there was pull my dick out and jerk off. It always relieved the boredom of the day and made me feel good.

The garage itself was not attached to the house and sat at the back of our yard. On the other side of the back wooden fence was a small parcel of land filled with trees that had been designated as conservation land. On the far side of the yard was a chain link fence, with a line of cedar hedges on the neighbor's side. Next to our garage was our other neighbor's garage, our driveways right next to each other between our two houses, and those neighbors both worked during the day. So jerking off behind the garage was not risky or even daring, for it was completely blocked off from the view of others.

Today, after sitting behind the garage listening to music for about an hour, I reached down and began to grope the boner that was spontaneously beginning to take form inside my jeans; something that happened quite a lot with my horny young prick. As I began to rub it, it got harder and harder until it was pushing firmly against the zipper of my jeans, begging to get out.

Just like every other day, I was planning to jerk off at some point before heading back into the house anyway, and it seemed as though my dick was telling me the time was now, so I turned off the music, pulled the ear buds from my ears, and then reached down and popped open the button on my jeans.

After pulling my zipper down, I raised my ass from the ground and shimmied my jeans down my thighs. My cock, having quickly reached its full potential, now stood pointed straight up, sticking out a bit above the waistband of my underwear. Slipping my fingers inside the waistband, I lifted my ass once more and pushed them down to meet the top of my jeans.

Wrapping my hand around my boner, I cupped my balls with the other as I began stroking it slowly. My hand moved from the head down to the base a few times, and then I started pulling and stroking in a rhythm that was sure to get me off.

Letting my eyes fall closed to further enjoy the sensations, I started to picture a guy from school named Andy. Andy was a real jock, playing on both the school's football and basketball teams. He had the jock body to go with it, too, and always sported a nice bulge in the front of his jeans. We weren't friends, but I wished we were, wished we were even more than friends.

With mental images of Andy filling my head, my mind began to wander to one time in English class when the teacher had called upon Andy to read a passage from our textbook. I was sitting a few aisles over, directly across, and that gave me a perfect side view of that ample bulge in his crotch, and I just stared at it the whole time. I hadn't been worried that others would notice me staring at him, because a lot of the other students in class were looking in his direction as he read, too, or down at their own textbooks. When he was done I had prayed that the teacher wouldn't call on me to stand up and read next, because my dick had gotten rock hard from looking at Andy. Thankfully, she didn't!

I was getting hornier and hornier as I thought about Andy, wondering what he would say or do if he knew that I jerked off thinking about him, and I began to stroke faster. I knew it wouldn't be long now before I was going to cum.

"Uh, hi there."

Straight True Experience: Poor Little Me

By: Unknown Author

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Male Fiction: 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: Workout Buddies

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

Tim had been going to the gym for several months now. He went every weekday morning at 6:30, worked out for an hour, and then went directly to work. He had gotten in decent shape and was now starting to define some individual muscle groups so he could really get buff. However, he also had another motive for going so religiously; he got off on seeing other guys naked.

Fortunately, at his gym, everyone went bare once they were in the locker room, so he got to satisfy his inner need daily. Today, as he walked to the showers, he covertly glanced at a couple of nice butts. He'd never picked up anyone at the gym and decided it probably wasn't a good idea.

As he rounded the corner into the communal shower stall, he stopped abruptly. Standing at the four-person shower pole was a really hot guy that had just joined the gym. Tim had noticed him when he first joined, but each time the guy was always on his way out. Tim couldn't believe he was finally getting to see him naked.

The guy was probably 6' 6", and had a perfect body. Tim caught his hesitation and quickly moved up to take the open showerhead next to the giant. Although Tim was 6' himself, he felt little next to the big guy. He was able to get in a few hidden glances as he showered, and really liked what he saw.

The guy was really built - massive pecs, rigid, muscled abs, his arms and legs were like tree trunks. He was also very good-looking. His dick didn't hang down much, but Tim knew you couldn't judge the size of a guy's cock when it was soft, and knew that this guy's probably grew to some thick massive piece of meat to match the rest of his large muscled frame. Tim had to really concentrate to keep his cock from stiffening as he took in the stud's nakedness.

When the big guy finished showering and proceeded to towel off, Tim covertly glanced around at the other two guys showering, and they were watching this guy as much as he was. Of course, Tim knew they were just envious of his body and weren't looking for the same reason as him.

Tim decided to start going to the gym an hour earlier from now on, in hopes of seeing this hot stud in the showers again, and it worked out well, as the guy usually ended up arriving at the gym just a few minutes after Tim. He decided to forgo his thoughts about it not being a wise idea to try to pick up a guy at the gym and said hello when the guy wandered over to the weights where Tim was working out. The guy returned his greeting and introduced himself as Greg.

Tim would time it perfectly so that he would always end up in the showers around the same time as Greg, and within a few days the two had struck up small talk as they showered. The small talk was mainly about bodybuilding and Tim was elated when Greg asked since he was new at the gym and Tim worked out at the same time if he would be his workout buddy. Of course, Tim agreed, and the very next day they began working out together.

On Friday morning, as they were leaving to go to their respective jobs, Greg asked Tim if he was working out Saturday morning. Tim usually slept in, but readily said yes.

The next day, at that early hour on a Saturday, the gym was pretty empty, and with no one else waiting to use the various exercise equipment, they were both able to have a good long workout. Since neither had to rush off to work, Greg said he was going to take a soak in the hot tub and invited Tim to join him.

As they soaked together in the hot tub, naked, Greg asked Tim if he had had breakfast before coming to the gym. Tim had not and thought Greg was going to suggest grabbing a bite to eat after the gym. His cock twitched under the foamy water when Greg asked if he would like to go back to his apartment to have breakfast, explaining that he always liked to make big breakfasts on Saturdays after working out, but ended up throwing half of it away because he couldn't eat it all.

Tim accepted Greg's invitation, although he was hungry for something other than breakfast. He had started to get the vibe that Greg might like men, too, and hoped that the invite to Greg's apartment for breakfast was leading up to something else.

After they showered, Greg pulled on a pair of very short fleece shorts, without any underwear, and picked up his bag and keys and the two-headed out.

Greg's apartment was only a few blocks away, and when they arrived Greg motioned for Tim to follow as he headed to the kitchen, telling Tim his specialty was making pancakes. With a rearview, Tim was half-hard watching Greg prepare the breakfast in his skimpy shorts.

When they both had big stacks on their plates, Greg suggested they sit down on the small couch and watch some TV. Tim expected the athletic Greg would switch on ESPN; he was surprised when Greg squatted down in front of the entertainment center and opened a door, revealing numerous porn videos.

While Greg remained crouched searching for a particular video, Tim noticed that Greg's balls had slipped and were hanging out one leg of the tiny shorts, which were tight across his muscular, melon-shaped ass cheeks.

Greg inserted a video and sprawled on the couch next to Tim. He spread his long, bare legs, touching Tim's leg with his knee. He made no move to stop the contact, and Tim did not draw back from the touch, either.

"Hope you like some good porn. As you can tell, I have a good collection."

Tim was expecting to see straight porn and was surprised as the video progressed to see one of the two men, who were both doing things to the woman, take the other guy's cock in his mouth.