Bisexual Fiction: Switch Hitter

By: HerLittlePiggy

 

  

My girlfriend, Mandy, and I had gone out drinking, and we were both pretty wasted. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and as I started to walk off, she grabbed me and pulled me back to her. She sat on the barstool, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me deeply. Our lips parted and our tongues entwined in a white-hot kiss as she ground her pussy against my rapidly rising cock.

She broke off the kiss and giggled as she squeezed my hard cock through my shorts. "That was to make sure you miss me while you're gone," she said as she sent me on my way.

I walked to the men's room with a prominent bulge in my shorts, thanks to Mandy's teasing, and then unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-erect dick to pee at the urinal, as another guy entered and stepped beside me to use the other. I kept my eyes forward, as I always do in a public restroom, and I was startled when the guy beside me spoke.

"Very nice," he said, looking down at my still semi-hard dick.

I looked at his face, careful not to look down, and he smiled as his eyes directed me downward. I followed his eyes down to see that his cock was fully hard, and I was shocked. Not just because it was hard, but also because it was enormous, easily ten inches long with a thick, bulbous head. His hand pumped it slowly as I watched.

Even though I had never entertained a conscious homosexual thought in my life, I felt my dick twitch and start to stiffen. He continued to slowly stroke his giant cock as he spoke softly. "Do you want a taste?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I stammered as I stuffed my near-rigid dick into my pants and walked to the sink. I quickly washed my hands and walked back to Mandy in a daze.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, pulling me to her and kissing me again. "Mmm, I guess you did," she giggled as she felt my hard cock press against her thigh. "Unless some guy got you hard in the men's room," she teased.

"Actually, some guy did just hit on me in the washroom."

"Oh really? Do tell!"

I proceeded to tell her the whole story, including my unexpected interest in watching him play with his giant cock, and when I finished, Mandy was flushed with excitement.

"That was so fucking hot," she said breathlessly. "Feel this," she said softly as she took my hand and guided it under her skirt to her naked pussy. She was soaking wet. "So his dick was really big?" she asked tentatively.

"It was huge, Mandy. Like porn star big."

"Mmm, and looking at him stroking it kind of excited you, didn't it?" Mandy asked. Her voice was thick and raspy, and it was clear that she was getting more and more excited.

All Male Fiction: A Balcony Built for Two

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Straight True Experience: Shopping for King Size

By: wetpussy4u

 

 

Unlike most women, I hate to shop for anything, so I avoid it with a passion. However, I was really in need of a new bed. I had put it off for quite a while, but when one of the major department stores in town advertised that they were open until midnight for the last few days before Christmas, I decided it would be a good time to go and get it over with. I figured I would not have to deal with huge crowds if I went about an hour before they closed, plus most people would probably be shopping for other things, like clothes, electronics, CD's and DVD's, you know, the more standard Christmas gift-giving fare, not beds.

I got there about forty minutes before closing and, like I figured, it wasn't that busy, and most of the shoppers were shopping for just the kinds of things I thought. As a matter of fact, when I got up to the higher floor that housed the mattresses and box springs and such, I was the only person there except for a salesman at a sales counter over by the lamp shades. He was staring at the computerized cash register screen, keying in stuff, and didn't even notice me, or if he did, he didn't acknowledge my presence. I didn't bother to go over to him, figuring I could find the beds all by myself. Besides, I didn't need some salesman pressuring me before I had made up my mind, in order to make a sale.

I ended up walking clear across to the opposite end of the floor from where I had entered before I came across the mattresses and box springs. They had a bunch set up on frames, so I sat down on the edge of one of the king sized nearest to me, thinking I might as well try it out, bouncing around a little, just to see how the springs responded. Then I got on the bed, on my back, and rested my arms at my sides and closed my eyes to get a feel for the comfort level.

I then heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. I opened my eyes to see a man standing there. It was the salesman who had been behind the sales counter. I hadn't really gotten a good look at him before, since his head had been down, but he wasn't hard on the eyes at all! He had long dark hair that brushed his collar, a squared jaw, and beautiful blue eyes. The dress shirt he wore did nothing to hide his pecs, and his dress slacks hugged his package nicely.

Being that I live in a place with a year round warm climate, and hadn't seen any point in getting dressed up to spend my money, I was still wearing the shorts and the tank top I'd started the day in. I'm also a fanatic about staying in shape, and with the way I was dressed, sprawled on the bed no less, the dude could see plenty, and his eyes were taking me in. From the look on the salesman's face, he liked what he saw. His Adams Apple was bobbing as he swallowed a couple of times, and I could have sworn the size of his bulge seemed to have increased slightly.

"May I help you?" he finally said.

All Male Fiction: Service While You Wait

By: Anthony

I've never considered myself to be anything but straight, never having any sexual thoughts towards men in my entire life. Even when I hit puberty I never had any curiosities or explorations with another boy, like they say most boys have. Of course, they also say that most men will have at least one homosexual experience at some point in their life.

That point in my life came when I was twenty-four when I stopped off at a service station on the way home from a weekend of camping with a couple of friends. I wasn't in need of gas, but of mechanical service, as my oil light had come on a few miles back. I was on my own, as my two buddies had traveled to the campsite in one vehicle because I had to work later than they did, and they wanted to leave for the weekend earlier. I was just grateful that I came across the service station when I did.

Pulling up near the auto bay, I hopped out of my car and headed inside.

"Help you?" a voice asked as a young guy in blue coveralls came into view.

"Yes, the oil light in my car came on. Could I get an oil change?" I asked, and he nodded. "How long will that take?"

"Shouldn't take too long at all," he said. "It's been kind of slow lately. In fact, you're my first customer for today."

"Great," I said. "Um, is there a washroom I could use?"

"Right through there," he said with a smile, pointing. Besides the mechanics bay, there was also a small coffee shop/diner attached to the garage.

I thanked him and made my way to the diner to take a leak.

As I entered the men's room, the one and only urinal was out of service, so I headed to the first stall. As I closed the door behind myself I was shocked to see a large hole in the partition separating the two stalls. I wasn't naïve, I knew what it was. Hell, I even had a porno with girls sucking cock through glory holes. I guess I just never thought that gay guys did it too. But then why would I ever think about that?

Bisexual True Experience: Makin' It Happen

By: bestofbothworlds_87

 

I'm a single bisexual guy, in my early twenties. I work out regularly, am considered attractive by most, and, because of my looks and body, I never really have any problem getting laid. Even with my young age (I'm 23), I have had lots of sex with both men and women alike. However, I have never had a threesome before… well not a threesome with another guy that is. It was something I desperately wanted to do. But I didn't want to just tag team a pussy, I wanted to have sex with both the woman and the man.

Determined to make it happen, I hit the internet, found an adult site for such things, signed up (I had to pay, which I wasn't too thrilled about, but figured if people were paying to advertise they would be serious about hooking up), and created an ad with photo, telling exactly what I was looking for. My ad was pending, requiring approval before it would appear on the site, but I was free to access and browse the ads already posted by other members. I found and answered several other ads from my area, which appeared to suit what I was looking for.

Over the next few days, I got a few replies back from those I had sent messages to, as well as some responses to my own ad, which had since been approved. In both cases, either they wanted more than what I was offering, they lived too far away and wanted me to travel to them, or I plain wasn't interested for whatever reason.

About a month later, I got a response that seemed promising. They were a married couple, both 34, both attractive and in decent shape based on their picture, and were seeking a bi or bi-curious male - or another couple with a bi or bi-curious male - and stated that they were quite interested in me. They lived about thirty minutes away. A thirty minute drive wasn't a problem, so I replied back, letting them know I was interested in discussing it further, and gave them my email address.

They contacted me the very next day, and after a few email exchanges, interest was high and all agreed that we would meet in person as the next step. Arrangements were made to meet at a bar near where they lived.

All Male Fiction: The Mysterious Jockstrap Exchange

By: Unknown Author

My health club was well equipped with every machine known to ever pull or push a muscle. In a medium-sized city in the South, it was as much a social center as it was a fitness center, and just about everyone you knew was a member of the club. I worked out there, not strenuously, but consistently, each day of the week.

My locker was in a corner, and across from it, there were a couple of lockers that were not assigned and had remained unused ever since I first joined the club. At least no one ever used them while I was there. One day, however, I noticed one of the locker doors slightly ajar, and it looked like there was something in it. Out of curiosity, I opened it, and inside there was just one single item… a jockstrap.

My initial reaction was to ignore it, and I softly closed the door, almost as though I did not want to be caught looking at a jockstrap. However, some curious urge inside of me caused me to open the door again. I picked up the jockstrap and examined it, looking around and over my shoulder to make sure that no one could see me doing this. It had been worn, and it looked as though the wearer had left a load in it. Yes, I sniffed it. Then I stuffed it into my gym bag.

At home, I retrieved the purloined article. It had an almost magical spell over me, and I did not have any idea why. Holding it was giving me an erection. The scent of it was heady and erotic. I was intrigued by it, and I had to wear it.

All Male Fiction: Making Changes

By: Unknown Author

 

 

I was an army brat, and dad got transferred as often as some people changed suits. Being the new kid was never easy no matter how many times I started at a new school. But after a day or so of people noticing I was new, I rarely garnered a second glance from most after that; I pretty much went through school unnoticed. I usually didn't give a shit, but with this latest move taking place at the start of my senior year, I was determined to make new friends before graduation, and had made up my mind, even before we moved to the new town, that I was going to make another type of change… I was going to change my image.

One of the first things I did was buy a pair of tinted contact lenses, a bright blue to match my recently bleached hair. And I splurged on some new clothes, more fashionable than the old-jeans-and-t-shirt I usually sported.

I also decided that I was going to be more open about my sexual interests, go all out for cock, and damn the consequences. I didn't really care what anybody thought about me, and it wasn't like I was going to be there for long anyway. Plus, I was a big enough guy to take on most of the boys who might try to make life tough for me once they knew I liked dick, including the football jocks, so I wasn't to worried.

I'd thought it all out beforehand when I invited Jason over to my house for the first time. Jason was the hot kid in my algebra class. He was a hot jock on the Rugby team, and we sat side-by-side in the back row of class. I was sorry it wasn't gym class that we shared. I would always sneak looks at him, checking him out, and it wasn't too long before I kinda got the feeling that Jason also had an interest in boys. Well, at least I caught him checking me out a few times too, and I could have sworn he had gotten hard in his pants on more than one occasion while he was looking. After seeing that was when I invited him over to my place, on the pretense of helping him with his algebra.

I answered the door stark naked, part of the plan.

All Male Fiction: Summer Lovers

By: the_chrisinater

 

 

Brian and I grew up together. Living next door to each other we naturally played together when we were young. All through school we played sports together, and even double-dated girls all through high school. When we went away to different colleges, though, I was afraid our lifelong friendship would be broken up. Little did I know that "playing together" would take on a whole new connotation when we both came home for the summer after our first year of college.

 

I guess, looking back on it, we must have had some sort of inkling that something was different about us. When we were dating girls in high school, we weren't like the other guys, trying to see how far we could get with our dates.

Brian and I were both still virgins when we went away to college.

It was that first year of college when I acknowledged that I was different, that I was gay. I had my first sexual experience with a guy one month after arriving at college. We didn't do anything more than jerk each other off, but it was a life-changing event.

From that first sexual encounter with a guy, I moved quickly, sucking a guy off before midterms, getting my ass fucked before spring break, then fucking another man up the ass while in Florida on spring break.

 

By the time I got home for the summer, I was comfortable with being gay. And now that I knew what I was, I wanted to do as much about it as I could. I wanted to suck, fuck, and get fucked as often as I could - I was out, and I wanted to enjoy life.

 

The one thing I hadn’t thought about was Brian. To say that I felt apprehensive about seeing my lifelong buddy after experiencing such a drastic change in my life would be putting it mildly. When I first saw him, I had a panic attack.

 

Our conversation was palpably strained that first day. Both of us were obviously uneasy, and I figured it was because Brian could somehow tell that I was gay. We didn't talk about anything substantive, and neither did we make plans to do anything together. We were both planning on looking for summer jobs, so I kind of figured that we wouldn’t be seeing much of each other.

 

I felt sad, as if I had lost something. I had gained the knowledge of whom and what I was, but I had lost my buddy in the process.

 

A week went by, and Brian and I only saw each other in passing. The summer job hunt was not going well. Neither of us had even had a nibble. Still, we didn't hang out together, even though we both had plenty of time to kill.

 

It was the following Monday when Brian knocked on our door. Mom and Dad had both left for work, and I had just stepped out of the shower. I wore only a towel around my waist. Brian came in and flopped on the living room sofa, sighing and telling me what I already knew - that there wasn't shit in the classifieds.

Straight Fiction: Circle of Dreams

By: 2Xwidderwoman

 

 

I was just stepping out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I hadn't ordered a pizza, and I wasn't expecting company. I figured it was some kind of salesman that I could get rid of quickly, so I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and headed toward the front door.

I opened the door, trying to stay back a little. I wasn't interested in the whole neighborhood seeing my almost bare butt at the front door.

A young woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, looked up and asked, "1837 Boston, right?"

"Yes," I replied, acknowledging that she had the correct address.

She looked at a small slip of paper in her hand, "You're Paul, right?"

"Yes."

She turned and waved at a car parked at the curb, and it drove away. She then pushed the door open a little further, and invited herself into my house by stepping inside.

I was just about to let her have it, and tell her to get the fuck out of my house, when she dropped her backpack and opened the front of her trench coat.

Oh. My. God. I must have stared at her for a full minute, and I may have even drooled. Some magician had ripped the middle out of a Playboy Magazine, waved a magic wand over it, and put the real live centerfold inside my house. I quickly closed the door.

All Male True Experience: Dirty Laundry

By: Unknown Author



I don't own a washer or dryer, so I have to do my laundry at a tiny Laundromat about a block away. I had a date tonight, and I was hoping it would end with a little 'pillow talk' and I needed to wash the sheets just in case.

When I arrived, there were three other people doing laundry; two women and a young college-aged dude, plus one unattended load in a dryer. I threw my sheets in a washer and then crashed in a chair to wait. Like any gay man would do, I was casually scoping out the college dude. He was pretty hot, with short brown hair, a good body, and a decent-sized bulge in his pants. We made eye contact a few times, and I caught his eyes glancing down at my tight jeans a couple times.

Within about forty-five minutes I'd switched my sheets to a dryer, and both women had left. At that point, he and I were both sitting in front of the dryers. We kept making casual eye contact and, eventually, I gave him a little nod and said "wassup?" followed by a glance down at his crotch. He said "not much," then glanced down at MY crotch. I have to admit, at that point, my dick was growing a little.

A few minutes later he slid down in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. When I glanced over, I could see that he had a boner bulging in his pants. He looked over at me for a second, and when he saw me looking, he quickly looked back at his dryer but reached down and squeezed his bulge. That made my dick hard as fuck. He turned to look again, his eyes glancing at my crotch, and he gave the outline of his hard cock a little rub.

All Male True Experience: Blow Buddies

By: freddyfjjackson

My first time is hard to classify. I am not sure what one considers the first time. When it comes to sex, everyone does a lot of things for the first time. The first guy that I ever jerked off with was also the first guy I had an oral experience with. We were teenagers for both experiences and looking back, I don’t think it was his first time doing either.

All Male Fiction: Private Lessons (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

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The next day, Ryan felt kind of embarrassed around Mr. Johnson, knowing his teacher had seen his boner. But, he was happy in knowing that at least he wouldn’t be stuck showering with him again. Mr. Johnson kept careful track of the rotation, always making sure that those who showered first the previous day didn’t get to shower first two days in a row. The same held true for those who had had to shower last.

When the physical activities of gym class came to an end, and the students had all returned to the locker room to take their showers, Ryan sat and awaited his name to be called. He couldn’t believe his ears when Mr. Johnson got around to calling out the third group and his name wasn’t called. He had to have remembered that Ryan showered last the day before. How could he possibly forget that after what happened! But there was nothing Ryan could do about it. And at least the guy who had been absent the day before was back in class, so the rotation numbers were back to normal, and that meant that Ryan wouldn’t have to shower with his teacher alone this time. With his embarrassment of the day before, and with another student being there, Ryan was quite confident he would not get another hard-on in the showers.

As Ryan sat around waiting for the final group of six to finish their showers, Mr. Johnson walked over and informed him that he was to come with him to help take the volleyball net down. Reluctantly, Ryan got up and followed. He avoided eye contact with his teacher as they took the net down. Thankfully Mr. Johnson didn’t speak at all, except when they had it down and he told Ryan to take it to the storage room, and then return to the locker room to take his shower.

When Ryan returned to the locker room, he stopped abruptly when he saw the other student who was in his shower rotation getting dressed. His hair was wet, making it obvious he had already showered and wasn’t just taking advantage of Mr. Johnson’s absence by trying to skip out without taking one. That meant that like the day before, Ryan would be showering with just his teacher, the two of them alone and naked together in the tight confines of the showers again.

Bisexual Fiction: Bones

By: Haywood Jablomi & Ryan Michaels

This story was updated in 2024 with some edits and new content

 

It all started with a simple game of dominoes. It was a typical August day in Utah. It had started out hot, and it was only getting hotter. We were down in the basement, the only place where the AC seemed to work. I was sucking down Budweisers; she was knee-deep in the Patron. It was a Saturday afternoon, and all those things that we had put off all week still weren't getting done. The car was still dirty, the grass was still long, and the dog was still smelly. As the mercury edged toward 104 it was apparent that unless a freak snowstorm hit, all those chores would be waiting for us on Sunday.

We were sitting at the old wooden table that still had the felt on it from Tuesday's poker game. I was in a pair of Levi shorts and some flip-flops. Although it was almost 4:30, she still had on her Jimmie Johnson pajama bottoms, as well as a wife beater. While 78 degrees was considerably cooler than it was outside, it had nothing to do with her nipples practically bursting through her shirt. She had naturally pointy tits, not too big, not too small, and while I worshipped them, she felt it necessary to keep them confined inside a bra nearly twenty-four hours a day. The heat had never deterred her before, and neither had sheer laziness. But whatever the reason was that she had the girls out of their cages today, I didn't care. I was enjoying the sight of her high beams shining directly on me.

To be fair, it wasn't just her God-given symmetry that had her nips straining against the thin cotton shirt more than usual. It was the conversation. Some girls got flush, some got wet, but whenever my wife got even the tiniest bit turned on her nipples immediately snapped to attention, often defying the thick padded bras she wore to hide them. And over the past ten minutes, they had gone from erotically hypnotizing to dangerously close to putting an eye out.

We had been playing dominoes for the better part of a twelve-pack, and as is our custom, we had been wagering on each game. The bets were always simple, the loser had to do some menial task, i.e. empty the dishwasher, weed the garden, balance the checkbook, etc. But last week, for some unknown reason, we upped the ante. It started out innocent enough. She had had a hard day at work so she suggested that the loser give the winner a back rub. I agreed, and three games later I was on the bed enjoying my massage.

From there the wagers steadily grew more risqué. On Monday it was a full body massage, then a hand job. On Wednesday it was oral sex and the next game I proposed anal sex. I only mentioned it because I was riding a wave of victories, confident that I would get to drive up that back road for the first time since her sister's wedding almost two years ago when my little Maid of Honor got so shitfaced on Long Island Iced Teas that she was doing some dirty dancing that would have made Patrick Swayze blush. After getting caught with our pants down in the women's bathroom, we left for home but only got as far as the Denny's parking lot two blocks away. And it was there in the back seat of our Nissan Altima that I took her anal virginity, at her insistence nonetheless.

I don't know if it was my irritating overconfidence or her self-assurance, but she didn't bat an eye. "Ok," she said. "But you better be awake when I get home from the sex shop with a strap-on to fuck you back there."

All Male Fiction: Making a Move

By: jay_slim_n_smooth & Ryan Michaels

 

"You know what, guys? I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

I'd figured that Sean would be the first to crack. After all, we had spent the afternoon and most of the evening helping him move. When he had asked for our help, he'd offered Mark and me free beers after and an invite to crash at his new place, since he figured things would go late. Things did go late, and we spent a few hours drinking those free beers after that. It was now 2 am, so I didn't give him a hard time about it.

Mark, on the other hand, felt differently. "Dude, seriously?"

"Yeah, I can't keep my eyes open much longer, and if I fall asleep out here you guys will draw on my face or something."

"That almost certainly won't happen," I said, smiling.

"Yeah, right," he laughed. "There's some bedding stuff in that box over there," he said pointing. "There should be pillows in one of them, too. See you guys in the morning," he finished as he got up and walked out of the room.

I watched him as he left, maybe for a bit too long given that Mark was still in the room with me. At 23, I figured I would know who I was, but I'd been struggling with certain feelings concerning my sexuality recently. In particular, those feelings were directed towards Sean; he was my best friend, but I felt more than that. Lately, I'd started having dreams about kissing him and undressing him, only to wake up confused and sporting a very hard cock. I'd lost count of the number of times I'd jacked off and cum all over my stomach after I'd woken like that.

"Dude, give me a hand getting the sofa bed out," Mark said.

We were going to be sharing the sofa bed in the living room since Sean's new place was a very small one-bedroom, and with the sofa open, there wasn't enough floor space left over in the small living room for someone to sleep without being cramped. The sofa was big enough that we weren't going to be on top of each other though, and we'd be able to watch TV in bed, too.

"Sorry, are we going to bed already?" I gave him a quizzical look.

"Figure we might as well get ready, you know?" he explained.

We pulled the mattress out, got some sheets and blankets out of the box Sean had pointed out, and then did a search through some others and found the pillows.

After making the bed, Mark grabbed the remote and switched the TV onto some comedy program I'd never seen before. Then, without warning, he started taking his clothes off. Unconsciously, I glanced at him. His body was pretty tight – no fat anywhere. We were all in good shape… inexplicably since none of us used the gym much.

I figured he'd stop when he got down to his shorts, but when he began to slip his fingers inside the waist of his underwear, I spoke out. "Uh, Mark, I'd prefer if you left those on while we're sharing a bed," I laughed.

"Oh," Mark laughed. "Sorry, I normally sleep naked and guess I wasn't thinkin'. Had a few beers, you know," he giggled and pulled his hands off the waistband. "I love this show. That girl is so hot. Look at that rack," Mark continued as I began to undress as well.

"How do you even know anything about this show?" I asked, pulling my jeans down. "It's on at two in the morning."

"I'm on two weeks' holiday from work. Why would I need to go to bed early?" he explained.

I pulled my socks off, and now in nothing but my underwear, like Mark, I climbed under the covers. Mark glanced from the TV and then got in the bed too. We watched the show silently for a while. It was a pretty lame sitcom. Mark was right, though; the girl was hot.

"Dude, I am so horny right now," Mark said suddenly.

"Thanks for sharing," I deadpanned back.

"Seriously, it's too bad there are no girls around right now. I really need to get off."

"Yeah, because we know so many girls who will just jump into bed with us," I chuckled.

Mark laughed at my comment and continued, "Come on though, dude, are you seriously telling me she's not turning you on?

"Well, I, um…"

He was right, I was pretty horny. I mean, I was horny all the time and I couldn't deny that my cock was very hard right then.

"No need to be shy," he laughed as he turned to look at me. Then, without warning, he suddenly yanked the covers away from my side of the bed, exposing my erect cock, its outline blatantly visible through the fabric of my shorts. "Oh my god, dude, you are so hard right now!"

All Male Fiction: Promises, Promises

By: AfroerotiK

Being a bachelor is great, right? You can do what you want, come and go as you please, with no one to answer to. However, there's a side to living the single life that a lot of guys don't like to talk about. If the majority of your sex comes from a computer screen, and not a human being, life can be really lonely for the single guy.

That was the sad reality for Chase. He worked nine-to-five at an incredibly boring job. He couldn't really complain too much, though. He got away with doing as little work as possible and got paid well enough to save a little and live comfortably. He was attractive by most standards, but he wasn't the sort of guy who felt comfortable going out and picking up random chicks. He could if he applied himself to the effort, but it didn’t seem worth the drama.

It was the ride home from work that Chase's inner sexual demons started taunting him. Living alone, Chase had become addicted to masturbation. He felt guilty about the fact that he felt like he was enslaved to his raging sexual desires. Sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic, he made a deal with himself. "I'm not going to do it tonight. Yeah, in fact, I'm not going to do it for an entire month, starting today, I promise," he affirmed aloud.

All Male True Experience: My First Blowjob

By: Jimmy J

 

I'm a really shy guy and being shy, I pretty much kept to myself with only one really good friend. I wasn't comfortable in social settings so I never really went out on weekends or ever got invited to parties and such. On top of being shy, I also knew from an early age that I was gay, which made me feel even more isolated.

I'm an attractive guy, and I work out, so I have a good build, but approaching someone for sex, let alone another guy, was out of the question for a shy guy like me. So I was still a virgin when most of the guys my age had, at the very least, already had blowjobs.

That was something I dreamed about. Many a night, I masturbated under my sheets, fantasizing about being given a blowjob or giving one. God, it was thrilling just thinking about what it would be like, and I wanted to experience it, desperately, but it seemed like it would always be just a pipe dream and would never happen for me. But that all changed a week and a half ago.

It was summer vacation. My mom and dad had gone away for two weeks with friends, and knowing they didn't have to worry about me throwing any wild parties, they left me home alone.

On the second day that my parents were away, I had been at my friend's house, just hanging out and drinking some beer that we stole from his dad's beer fridge, and while walking home, I had to piss really badly. It was quicker to take a slight detour and use the washroom in the park than to keep on towards my house.

When I entered the washroom, there was someone at the only urinal, so I ducked into one of the two stalls, quickly unzipped, and let the piss flow, stopping myself from sighing in relief so as not to give the other guy the wrong idea and get myself into trouble.

As I pissed, I turned my head when I noticed writing on the stall wall. Written on it were the standard things you've always heard about, like "For a good time, call so and so at such and such a number," and "Call such and such a number and ask for so and so if you want your cock sucked," and stuff like that.

I was a bit surprised. I had never seen writing on the stall walls at the mall before, which was about the only place I normally found the need to use a public washroom on occasion. I always thought that the "for a good time call this girl" thing only happened in the movies and was just a cliché. But what surprised me the most was that these messages in the men's room were not the names and numbers of girls, but guys… guys looking for sex with other guys!

Turning to read the other wall, the same general things were written, but then my eyes came across one that was quite graphic and to the point. It was written in some short forms but I will use the full words here. It said:

Good looking guy with a hot, talented mouth, looking to suck cock and take a hot load down my throat…will be here this Saturday (June 6) from midnight until 2 a.m. No reciprocation required.

I had long since finished pissing, and reading that was enough to make my cock grow rock-hard in my hand. With the other guy now gone, I started stroking myself as I read the other offers for free sex with strangers. But the one I quoted above was the one that really got me going, and I kept reading it over and over until I blew my load into the toilet about a minute later.

As I walked home, not feeling horny anymore after cumming, I didn't really think too much more about it, but being a teenager, it wasn't too long before I was horny again. I jerked off again thinking about what was written and what it would like to be sucked by some stranger, by another guy, in that washroom.

By the next day, I had decided that I was going to go to that washroom on Saturday night around midnight. Getting out at midnight wasn't a problem with my parents away, and the possibility of getting my very first blowjob was too exciting to risk missing out on.

Saturday finally came, although it seemed like the rest of the week just dragged by, and I headed out the door around 11:45 p.m. to make sure I was there before anyone else who may have read the note and might show up, too.

My legs were shaking in excitement as I walked down my street. I had convinced myself that the guy would be there like he said he would and that this was gonna happen - I was actually, finally, going to have sex! It might just be a blowjob, but that was still sex to me!

As I approached the door to the men's washroom, the butterflies in my stomach intensified and my legs felt like they were going to give out on me. Taking a few deep breaths, I stepped inside the washroom, only to find that it was empty. I looked at my watch and saw that it was still five minutes before midnight, so I held on to the belief that he would be there and moved into one of the stalls to wait.

As I waited and thought about what I hoped would happen, I felt my cock grow and get hard inside my pants. As much as I wanted to whip it out and pound it in my fist, getting it sucked for the first time kept my hands off of it, so I just sat silently waiting for any sound of a sexual adventurer.

Looking at my watch, it was now 12:15 a.m., and nothing. A feeling of disappointment came over me as I realized the guy likely wasn't coming. I was still extremely horny, though, and rock hard, so I decided I needed to take care of my boner first, right there in the stall, before heading back home.

I had only been stroking my dick for a minute at most when there was the sound of the washroom door opening and then footsteps. I got nervous, with all sorts of thoughts going through my head: "Was it him?" "Was it just some guy coming to take a piss?" "Was it the cops?" My nervousness, and that last thought, made my cock start to soften.

The footsteps went to the urinal and I could hear a guy pissing. Then, they went to the sink and I heard water as the guy washed his hands. Then, those footsteps got closer and I saw feet by my stall, and then watched them move into the stall next to me.

Straight Fiction: A Chance Encounter

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All Male Fiction: Stiff Jock

By: Unknown Author

It was an unusually hot October day. The dorm was not air-conditioned, so I had the window open. I had been jogging earlier, and I was still shirtless in a pair of running shorts, studying on my bed. The door opened, and my roommate, also in gym clothes, staggered into the room.

Tim and I had been roommates for about six weeks, and friends for the better part of a year. We had hit it off in English class last spring. Since neither of us was thrilled with the roommates assigned to us as freshmen, we decided to room together sophomore year. Tim was a smart jock, and I was an athletically active "brain". Both our families were dirt poor. He was getting a free ride for his abilities in gymnastics and track, and I for my grades and SAT scores.

Fortunately, Tim's extraordinary athletic talents didn't extend to either basketball or racquetball, so we had sports in which we were fairly evenly matched. That matchup extended beyond athletics. I respected his opinion, so I had someone to bounce ideas off of when writing a paper.

We had double-dated for a while. Neither one of us had any trouble getting women interested in us - just the opposite. Unfortunately, I wasn't very good at the sex part. Hell, I was plain awful! I had only managed to cum inside a woman twice in my entire life. Of course, I already knew why, but I wasn't about to tell Tim, even though I got the vibe that maybe we shared that in common.

After closing the door, Tim pulled off his top and his shorts and fell face down on the bed.

"You're late today," I commented. "Rough practice? You look like shit." That was a lie. Tim never looked like shit, and certainly not face down on the bed wearing only his jock.

"Coach said we were loafing," he replied. "He really loaded it on. I've never ached so much in my life. Even my ass hurts."

"Oh yeah?" I offered. "Just what goes on in gymnastics practice?"

"Fuck you. The muscles hurt. You can laugh if you want, but I feel like I've just fallen down a staircase."

"If you're that sore, why didn't you go to the trainer? Isn't he supposed to be really good?"

"Mike is very good, but he's traveling with the football team. So is the assistant trainer. Those of us in minor sports are pretty low on the totem pole during football season."

I stared at the long body sprawled face down across the room from me. He couldn't see me, so I indulged myself. Usually, I had to be satisfied with surreptitious glances whenever he was changing or showering. From those glances, I knew that his body was virtually hairless, apart from his head, crotch, and armpits, and there was virtually no fat on his six-two frame whatsoever. His arms and back were well-muscled. From his broad shoulders to his 31" waist, his torso was a dramatic trapezoid, and his hips flared only a little and blended into long, exquisitely muscled legs.

Currently, I find my foreshortened view quite breathtaking. What stood out most, however, was his spectacular ass. People talk a lot about bubble butts. Those gorgeous rounded firm orbs that result from good genes and a lot of gym work. I love them too. But this ass was more like twin mountains. Their peaks rode high, slightly nearer the small of the back than the legs. The outer flanks were concave. Two broad ridges rode down to meet the thighs. I knew that the vaguely triangular impression was reinforced from other angles as well. Framed today by the elastic of the jock, his ass looked particularly spectacular. You don't see an ass like that very often. I did though - every day, if only for a few seconds. I practically lived for those moments.

I inhaled deeply and said, "I don't know if I can do anything to help, but do you want me to give it a shot?" Where the hell did that come from?

"I guess you can try," he said hesitantly. "I'm really starting to cramp up now." He turned his head toward me as he spoke, but I couldn't really read his expression. I put my book down and walked awkwardly over to his bed. I was pretty hard by now, but his head was turned away again and he didn't notice.

"Scoot over," I ordered. "I'm going to have to sit down. This bed is too low for me to do any good standing up." He wriggled aside to make room. "Should I start at your shoulders?" I asked.

"Sore as I am, it's as good a place as any," he answered. "You should use some Ben Gay. There's a bottle on my dresser."

I got the ointment and slathered it on the palms of my hands. The sharp smell filled the room. I dug my fingers rhythmically into his shoulders. "Tell me what I'm supposed to be doing. I need to know what works."

"That's good, but dig harder," he instructed. "You're supposed to be able to find the tight, knotted spots and work them out."

I moved my hands around and dug deeper. He was tight here, and here, and over there. I worked the spots hard with my fingers.

"That's it, dude!" Tim announced. "You've got it! If you don't get into med school, Doug, you've got another career to fall back on."

I beamed like a kindergartener getting a gold star. I continued working on his arms and back until I reached the top of his jockstrap. I moved down to his calves and worked my way back up. I spent a lot of time on the back of his thighs. When I reached the bottom of the jock's elastic bands, I stopped.

"We'd better pull that off, or you'll wind up with Ben Gay all over it. You don't really want to put on a jock covered with Ben Gay tomorrow." He didn't say anything so I started tugging the waistband down over his ass. The front however snagged.

"Hang on man," he said. "There's something in the way." Tim reached in front of himself and in a complicated move pulled the jock down past his groin.