All Male Fiction: Night Visions (Part 3)

 By: Ryan Michaels

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Ryan sat on the edge of Chad’s bed, heart pounding, stomach fluttering, the alcohol making everything feel both sharper and softer at the same time. Chad stood in front of him, jeans and underwear pooled around his ankles, that huge, uncut cock already hard and pointing straight at Ryan’s face.

"Suck my cock!" Chad repeated, voice low.

Ryan leaned in. He had imagined this exact moment a hundred times while watching the cameras. Now the real thing was right there. He was nervous, as it was his first time, but the alcohol allowed him to open his mouth and take the head between his lips without hesitation.

Chad let out a soft moan. "Yeah… just like that!"

Ryan’s tongue pressed up under the foreskin, tasting the slight saltiness there. He sank deeper, inexperienced, but hungry. One of Chad’s hands settled on the back of Ryan's head, not forcing, just resting and guiding.

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In Ryan’s bedroom, Sean stared at the laptop screen, his mouth agape as the screen filled with the image of his best friend’s head bobbing up and down on a cock.

"What the fuck…" Sean whispered.

He couldn’t look away. The hidden camera angle was almost perfect—side view, clear enough to see everything. Ryan’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked. Chad’s hips gave a small roll. Ryan’s hands were braced on Chad’s thighs, an obvious boner in his pants from what he was doing.

Sean’s own cock twitched inside his underwear.

He told himself he should close the window. He should get the hell out of Ryan’s room and pretend he never saw this. Instead, he stayed put, heart racing.

All Male True Experience: A Walk in the Woods

By: standingstones

 

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My yearly physical didn't go quite as planned. My doctor strongly suggested I start exercising to shed the ten pounds I’d gained over the previous year. This advice prompted me to head out to a nearby state park for a hike.

When I arrived, only two cars sat in the parking lot. Smiling to myself—glad for the solitude—I chose a path and walked for about ten minutes until it split. One trail continued straight, while the other climbed steeply up a hill. Figuring the incline would give my heart a better workout, I took the upward path.

By the time I reached the summit, I was huffing and puffing. Forced to pause a moment to catch my breath, I heard the faint sound of voices. Annoyed at the prospect of company, I stepped closer—and froze.

My eyes fell on the sight of two naked guys. A tree had fallen, and one guy was bent over it, while the other was standing behind him, thrusting his cock into the other's ass. I consider myself straight, and I hate to admit it, but I became aroused from what I was witnessing; my cock swelling up in my pants.