All Male True Experience: Cock Craving

By: bryan_bickley_91

 

 

My neighbor, Dan, who was openly gay, never really put the moves on me, but he did flirt a lot, like telling me I had a great ass, and I liked it. I guess I'd known I was gay, but I'd gone through the charade of acting "normal," having a very unsatisfactory sexual encounter with a girl.

I was weakening, though. The more I saw of Dan and his slim, supple body, the more I wanted to feel that body next to me. I was only eighteen and he was thirty-one, but I didn't care about the fifteen year age difference. All I knew was, the more we hung around together, the more I wanted him.

It was a gradual process, but after a few months of hanging around with him, I confirmed what I already knew about myself and came out to Dan, saying, "Show me what it's like… to be with another guy."

Dan got a look of surprise on his face for a brief moment, but didn't ask any questions. Instead, he moved forward and put his hands all over my ass, squeezing it and making me grunt and squirm helplessly, making my hard cock twitch and throb mercilessly. Dan then let go of my butt, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me along behind him to his bedroom.

Once there, he stripped quickly out of his clothes and I did the same. After taking in each other's cocks for a moment (mine was rock hard, his was semi), he spun me around to get a look at my naked ass and said, "Oh yeah, such a fucking hot ass!"

Bisexual True Experience: Ad Persuasion

By: Unknown Author

 

 

It all started while browsing some adult personals on the Internet one night when I was bored. I was just reading them for fun, and to pass the time. I had never really considered answering an ad, but one caught my attention, enough so that I actually did respond.

The ad stated that a recently married couple was looking for a bisexual guy to have sex with the husband while the wife watched. It also gave some brief stats.

The idea of having sex with another guy while someone watched, especially a woman, the guy's wife, really excited me. So, I replied right then and there, well aware that nothing would probably come of it.

I got a reply the next day. Quite a few emails went back and forth. We discussed lots of things, and he made a point of letting me know that being newly married, the threesome had nothing to do with boredom in the bedroom, simply that it was his new bride that wanted to see him with another guy.

Even with all the emails back and forth, I still didn't think that anything would actually happen. People play games, or have good intentions, but when it comes right down to it, they can't or won't go through with it. But, soon enough, I found myself driving to their house to meet them.

I was a little wary, as I often was when going to meet someone for the first time, especially when they lived out in the middle of nowhere. Trying to find a fucking farmhouse in the dark wasn't fun either, but my Internet friend's directions were actually pretty good, and soon I was standing at the door ringing the bell.

In a moment a man greeted me. He was tall and powerfully built, as a man who worked doing physical labor all day ought to be, something he had mentioned in his emails. He was a bit older than I would normally go for, probably in his fifties, with short grey hair. I was just glad that he was in-shape and a nice looking guy. That fact, along with this being a unique situation, allowed me to make an exception in this case.

He ushered me in out of the cold and invited me to take off my jacket. After instructing me to hang it by the door, he then directed me right to the bedroom.

When I inquired about his wife, he said she was taking a shower, and would join us shortly. He also added that she would probably join in at some point, if that was ok with me. It was definitely ok with me! Especially since he had mentioned his wife was younger than he.

I expected we'd wait for her to join us in the bedroom, since the idea of this whole thing was for her to watch her husband doing it with another guy. But rather than wait, he began stripping out of his clothes. With the suggestion that I strip as well, I began to remove my clothing, too.

All Male Fiction: Matman's Meat

By: jockcock4jockass

 

 

I wrestled in high school, and I have no idea how many times I wrestled with a hard-on - dozens of times! I wanted to wrestle in college, but I didn't make the team. Instead, I became an avid fan. I'd come to watch practice. I came to all the matches. I cheered for the home team, and for my favorite stud.

I went ape over Steve when I first laid eyes on him. I was eighteen, and a freshman. He twenty, and a junior. He was also a damned good wrestler, and handsome as sin - muscles in all the right places, which he proved he knew how to use, and, always a girl hanging on his every move.

I watched Steve intently during practice, and during games. I yearned to bury my face in his crotch and his cock in my throat. I also yearned to bury my cock in his tight, hard ass.

When Steve won, I was always the first one up and cheering – and he began to notice. By mid-season he seemed to pause and take me in before he took his stance on the mat for a match. One day he smiled at me before he did that. He locked eyes with me when he won.

The next day during practice, he came over to my spot in the bleachers and made small talk while stretching his back and legs. That pushed his crotch damned close to my face, and without even realizing I was doing it, I reached down and groped my own crotch, and then he was off and running back to practice.

I dawdled around the locker room a couple of days later. It was after another match, and I hung around while the guys showered, especially around Steve.

I happened to be in the right place for him to say to me, as he paused at the exit, "Want to go get something to eat, Chris?"

All Male True Experience: Midnight Jogger

By: Unknown Author

 

 

I couldn't hide the horny bulge in my shorts as I jogged down the sidewalk. My black polo shirt was cropped slightly to keep my hot ass and big package in plain view, enhanced by the basket-binding spandex shorts I was wearing. I hadn't shot a load in about five or six days, and all that pent up cum was causing a delicious churning in the pit of my groin.

My boiling balls jiggled and bounced inside the shiny silver shorts as I ran, causing the sleazy spandex to rub back and forth against my twitching cock. I knew this street was a popular late night cruising area for horny gay guys, which is exactly why I wore the skin tight spandex shorts and jogged so late at night. I got off on guys checking out my ass and prominent bulge.

I could hear a car coming from behind and felt my cock twitch, knowing the approaching headlights were shining squarely on my silver spandex encased butt. I sensed the car slowing down, and I knew I was getting checked out.

All Male Fiction: The New Suit

By: Lucas Miller

 

 

There was something about wearing a suit that turned me on. As a teenager I rarely wore one, but when I did I immediately got a hard-on. As an adult, I still get very excited when I slide into the trousers and jacket.

When I graduated from college I knew I had to get a new suit. My father arranged for an appointment with his tailor, Mr. Collins. I was thrilled by this, but also a bit nervous. I couldn't wait to walk around in my new suit, but I was fearful that during the fitting something, well… might come up. The more I thought about that, the more nervous I got.

My fear was confirmed when I walked into the small shop, eyeing the walls lined with jackets and trousers, and immediately became horny. Mr. Collins greeted me right away. He wasn't at all what I had expected. I thought he would be a short, old man, with large dark rimmed glasses who spoke in some foreign accent. He wasn't at all like that, though. Instead he was a trim man in his early fifties. His hair was completely gray, but in a distinguished way. Oddly, he wasn't dressed in a suit, but wore jeans and a t-shirt.

Mr. Collins shook my hand and then instructed me to follow him into the back of the store. Once there he began to take some measurements. When he was done, he asked me to undress while he retrieved a suit. I stripped to my socks and underwear.

Mr. Collins came back with a pair of trousers and a jacket. "Try this on." He handed me a blue jacket and I slipped it on my naked upper body. He stood less than a foot away from me examining the jacket's fit. The material was like electricity against my naked body. "How does it fit?"

"Good, I think." I felt my cock begin to tingle. The suit jacket was stimulating and the closeness of the man was taking my breath away. I tried to block out all thoughts and feelings and managed to avoid getting erect.

Then he placed his large hands on my shoulders and smoothed out the fabric. His arms then brushed against my bare chest as he tugged on the collar. "Looks pretty good."

Now my cock was starting to rise.

Bisexual Fiction: The Deal (Part 1)

By: dl2827

 

 

Jill and I stumbled back to my dorm room a little drunk from the party we had just left. It was late, and I had convinced Jill that she should come back to my place rather than driving back to her apartment off campus. My roommate was back home for the weekend with his girlfriend getting his weekly piece. I was determined to get mine, too.

We got to my room, and I led her to the bed without even turning on the lights. I fell on top of her, and we rolled around on the small twin bed. She laughed as I started feeling her up. Our mouths met and we kissed, our tongues entwined. I felt her tits up through her tight shirt, and she moaned as I tweaked her nipples.

She was running her hands over my back and started tugging my shirt over my head. I pulled hers off, too, and made quick work of getting rid of her bra. Man, I loved her tits. I couldn't believe my luck in scoring such a hot senior chick. I licked and sucked at her nipples, teasing them with my teeth and tongue. My dick ached, all cramped up in my boxer shorts and jeans.

I made my way down her smooth belly until I got to the waistband of her skirt. As I licked and tongued her soft skin, I ran my hands on her thighs until my hands were massaging just around the elastic of her panties. I ran my fingers over her soft mound and she arched her back and moaned. I quickly undid her skirt and pulled it down with her panties, leaving her naked and waiting for me. I looked down at her hot body and my cock throbbed at the sight.

I got down on my knees in front of the bed and pulled her legs over my shoulders. I dove in between her legs and started eating out her hot cunt. I loved the way she tasted and how the soft flesh yielded to my tongue. She squirmed and moaned as I licked her sweet pussy.

"Oh god, Daniel. Keep going."

I kept it up, getting her ready for me. As I ate her out I fumbled with my own pants, frantically trying to get free. I got my jeans undone and shoved them down with my boxers, my turgid cock slapping up hard against my abdomen. I teased her clit, and she bucked her hips up against me. I knew she would be ready soon, and my hard cock drooled a heavy stream of pre-cum.

I gently lowered her legs and stood up at the edge of the bed. She wrapped her legs around my waist and drew me to her. I grabbed my fat, uncut cock in my hand and gave it a few rough tugs. Then, I rubbed my leaky bone on her waiting cunt-lips. Man, this was gonna be good. I gave her hot snatch a few slaps with my cock, letting her feel the girth of my manhood. I ran my cockhead across her lips a few more times before I finally began to sink into her moist, tight cunt.

"Ohhh," she groaned as I began to fill her up.

Damn, she was hot. I slid in, smooth as silk, her hot canal gripping me as I slid her inch after inch of my thick meat. When I had all eight up in her, I felt my nuts slap up against her ass. I stayed plugged in, grinding my hips against her, enjoying the warm, tight sensation of her pussy gripping my meat.

Slowly, I started to pull out, watching my thick meat slide out of her pussy, and then slide slowly back in. I did this for as long as I could before I had to start thrusting harder, jabbing her with my cock. She was thrusting back up against me as I plowed her, tweaking her nipples and writhing on the bed.

I pulled all the way out and my dick slapped up against my belly. I turned Jill so she was lying lengthwise on the bed. I turned her on her side and got behind her in a spooning position. I lifted up her leg so I could get at her pussy. I grabbed my cock and rubbed against her wet mound and then just slid on in, poking her from behind.

"Oh, god, yeah," Jill moaned.

"Like that?"

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Danny. Keep going!"

I started fucking her harder now. I got so turned on when she let me know that she liked it. I hated being with girls who would just lie there like they just wanted to get it over with.

I was sliding in and out of her tight pussy. I reached around to feel her tits, and she slid her own hand down to play with her clit.

"C'mon Danny, harder! Fuck me harder!"

Oh yeah, I was loving this! I was kissing her back and neck and playing with her nipples as I slammed my meat into her. I slipped out for a second and tried to shove it back in. I missed a bit, and ended up nudging up against her back door. The guys on the team were always talking about how a girl's ass is tighter than her pussy. I had always really wanted to try it with a girl, and I thought maybe Jill was hot enough to try it.

I gave it a little shove and the head of my fat, uncut cock slipped in, up her ass. Jill jumped and screamed.

"What the fuck, Daniel?"

She jumped away from me and got up off the bed, grabbing a towel off the floor, covering herself.

"Jesus, Daniel. What the fuck did you do that for? That hurt like hell. You're such an asshole. Why do you always have to ruin everything?"

I sat there on the bed, mouth agape, looking, I'm sure, like a total idiot. I have a bad habit, when confronted with an uncomfortable situation, to start laughing.

"I'm sorry, Jill. I thought you'd be into it," I said, stifling a laugh.

"Well, I'm not. I'm glad you think this is so fucking funny. You're such a jerk."

Securing the towel, Jill stormed out of the room, heading towards the girls communal bathroom. I was left on the bed with a raging hard-on, wondering what my next move would be. She seemed pissed for real. I guess my laughing didn't help matters. I covered my lower half with the thin sheet of the bed.

A few minutes later, Jill came back in the room.

"You know, Daniel, you really have a way of ruining a perfectly good time. You boys are all alike, thinking you can go around sticking it wherever you like and I'm just supposed to lie there and take it."

"No, babe. I'm sorry. I just got carried away. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you might like it, too."

"Well how'd you like it, someone trying to shove that up your ass? Think you'd like that?"

"No way," I said sounding disgusted at the very thought of it.

"Yeah, thought so."

"But, you know, some of the other guys say that it feels really good. And some of their girls really like it."

"Well, those girls are lying. Tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

She smirked, and I knew that look. She had something up her sleeve.

"What's that?" I asked tentatively.

All Male Fiction: Biking With Josh (Part 2)

"The Farm House"

 

By: Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

Read Part 1 

 

After making the trek to Trevor's place, we pulled our bikes up in front of the farm house and, Trevor, as it turned out, was not home again this time either. Remembering what Trevor had said, Josh tried the door and it was unlocked, and we let ourselves in.

"Maybe he's sleeping," Josh said as we stepped inside.

I followed behind Josh as he headed to the bedroom. We stepped in and the bed was empty. We both looked at it. It was huge, but not so huge that there wouldn't be some body contact when we were all in it sleeping. Hopefully Trevor would be in the middle so both Josh and I could touch his body with ours. If not, I was secretly hoping that I would be in the middle, but I am sure Josh was hoping the same thing. We'd just have to wait and see, I guess.

Josh walked over to the bed and sat down on it. "Wanna try it out?" he asked.

"What, now? What if Trevor comes home?"

Josh reached out and grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the bed. "If he's not here he's probably way out on the farm somewhere, and farmers stay out all day when they work the land," he said, and then twisted his body around, pushed me down onto my back, and began kissing me as his hand felt up my crotch.

I reached out and began to pull his shirt up his back when suddenly we heard the screen door squeak open. We hurriedly got off the bed and Josh adjusted his shirt, while I reached into my shorts and repositioned my boner to make it less obvious.

Just as we got to the bedroom door, Trevor appeared. "Oh hey guys. When did you get here?" he asked.

"Just now," Josh blurted. "When you weren't in the main room, we thought you might be in here," he finished, nervously trying to cover up what had been going on, even though that thought would probably never even enter Trevor's mind.

"Nope, I was just down the road at a neighbor's farm. Good to see you guys. You must be hungry after the long bike ride. C'mon out front and I'll fix you guys something to eat."

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Josh said, and we then proceeded to follow Trevor out to the main room.

**********

As the morning wore on, we didn't do much except shoot the shit and, after lunch, we nursed a few beers on the front porch and shot the shit some more. I was still horny as hell from getting all worked up in Trevor's bedroom when we had first arrived, and I could tell Josh was, too. It didn't help that Trevor had stripped off his shirt and was sitting between us with his legs spread and stretched out in front of him, that huge bulge tempting both of us. I couldn't wait to be alone with Josh, and I'm sure he felt the same way, but when that would be was beyond us.

About ten minutes later, we got our answer when Trevor announced that he had to go and do a few hours of work out in the fields before dinner. To be polite, Josh asked if he needed any help and, thankfully, Trevor said no. "You two boys just stay here and relax and enjoy the fresh country air. I'm sure your legs are tired from all that biking. Help yourself to as much beer as you want, I have lots." He then trotted off to do his farm work.

The minute he was out of sight Josh and I jumped up. I turned to head into the house, but Josh grabbed my arm. "Let's do it in the barn again. I want you to fuck me like an animal, on all fours down on the dirty, hay covered barn floor."

He didn't have to convince me. On the way I grabbed the lube I had brought, out of my backpack, which was still on the back of my bike.