BateBook Shorts - All Male Fiction: Caught in the Act

 By: Ryan Michaels

The morning air was still quiet when I arrived at the large office building. Hoping to make up for having to leave early the day before, I had come in much earlier than usual, long before anyone else in my office.

Needing to use the facilities right away, I hurried inside the shared public washroom off the main hallway and slipped into a toilet stall. Just a few minutes later, the heavy outer door clicked open. Footsteps echoed on the tile, and someone walked directly up to the row of urinals located straight across from the stalls. Through the narrow vertical crack in the stall door, I could see who it was: my co-worker, the very person I sat directly across from and collaborated with every single day.

As I turned back to my own business, a peculiar detail caught my attention: he was lingering at the urinal far longer than usual, and there was no sound of him pissing. Peering through the crack once more, I spotted the unmistakable motion of his right arm. A wave of disbelief washed over me as I realized he was masturbating right there in the men's room at work, standing openly at the urinal. My mind went into overdrive with questions of whether this was a one-time thing or part of some secret daily routine. Then the pieces clicked into place, reminding me that he always managed to beat me to the office.

All Male Fiction: Blind Trust

By: Ryan Michaels

 

The afternoon light filtered softly through the bedroom blinds as my boyfriend looked over at me, his expression a mix of playfulness and intent. I had been waiting all day for him to come home and fuck me.

"Get naked and lie down on the bed on your stomach," he instructed. "I'm going to take a quick shower first, and then I'll come back in here, and you'll get what really need."

I smiled, feeling a familiar warmth rise. "I'll join you in the shower instead," I countered. "Maybe you can even fuck me in there."

He shook his head, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "No," he said softly. "I know how much you want it, that you've been waiting all day for cock in your ass. But wouldn't it be even more exciting for you to lie there on your stomach, completely naked, with your legs spread, feeling the cool air against your hole and waiting with total anticipation for me to walk in and then feel it slide right into you?"

The thought alone sent a shiver through me. The wait would be torture, but the payoff would be worth it. I nodded in agreement before he disappeared into the bathroom. Silence settled over the bedroom as I began to strip out of my clothes, broken only by the hum of the running shower. Grabbing the lube from the bedside table drawer, I greased myself up, then got onto the bed on my stomach. Full of anticipation, I took a breath and let the tension—and the heat—build, counting down the moments until he came back.

About ten long minutes later, the bedroom door clicked open. He climbed onto the bed behind me, leaning down so his breath brushed against my ear.

"Are you ready to get fucked?" he whispered.

Before I could answer, a sleep mask slipped over my eyes, plunging me into sudden darkness. I gasped softly. "Oh... you've never done anything like this before."

"You like it, don't you?" he murmured, grabbing first one, then the other of my wrists and bringing them behind my back.

"Yes," I breathed as he tied them securely before moving off the bed.

Standing at the foot of the bed, he reached down and spread my legs wider apart. I heard the pop of the lube bottle, then, a moment later, his voice. "Do you want this cock in your ass?" he asked.

"Yes!" I practically cried out.

I felt the mattress go down behind me, then the tip of his cock touching my ass crack.

"Beg for it," he said, his voice commanding and teasing.  

"Please!" Fuck me! Oh, God, please! I need your cock inside me so bad! Fuck me, please!" I begged.

The head slipped through my crack and against my hole. I felt the familiar pressure start to push against it and the head popping through my barrier. I let out a deep moan, but as his cock continued to push its way inside, a sudden, jarring realization hit me: it was moving deeper, filling me in a way my boyfriend never quite managed.

All Male Fiction: Intimate Strangers

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

Ryan drew in a sharp breath as he heard the front door squeak open. It was late, it was dark, and he was home alone, in bed, completely naked.

He heard footsteps, and his body tensed when he heard those footsteps getting closer and closer.

He could hardly breathe as his bedroom door swung open and, even though he was wearing a sleep mask, he shut his eyes.

Ryan felt the fingers and knuckles of what was obviously a man's hand on his skin as the man grasped the top of his blankets and pulled them down, exposing Ryan's bare butt.

As Ryan lay there fully exposed and vulnerable, his ears took in the sound of someone taking their clothes off. Moments later, he felt the mattress go down near the bottom. He remained completely still, barely breathing, as he felt the tip of the man's soft dick lightly brush against his balls before making its way from the base of his ass crack to the top of it.

All Male True Experience: An Unrelenting Urge

 By: 69andmore

It’s that familiar feeling that comes upon you suddenly, out of nowhere. If you are bi, and married, like me, well, you know what I mean - that sudden, unexplainable urge to have sex with a man, to satisfy a desire. It invades your thoughts, and experience has taught you it won’t go away, won’t allow you to think clearly, rationally, until you surrender to it.

All I knew was that once the craving overpowered me, I was horny for cock and needed a fix, to give in to the hedonistic power it had over me and find some sort of man-sex for relief. Trying to fight it off was futile. 

I was feeling that way today, and to make matters more complicated, it was Father’s Day. Why did I have these re-occurring thoughts again badgering me, especially today of all days?

Although my sex life with my wife was good, and despite knowing that because it was my special day I’d probably be getting some that night, ambushed by the thoughts of a hard cock, a hot ass, and a hot load of cum, I knew what I had to do.

After making my cell phone ring, I went upstairs and told my wife that my buddy Joe had called to tell me his car had broken down and he needed a ride. Of course, that wasn’t true, but my wife and Joe never talked so I knew she’d never hear differently.

With an excuse to get out of the house for a bit put in place, I jumped in my car and headed off to a specific adult book store. I had chosen this particular one purposely because it was fairly new in the area and I had heard it offered booths with glory holes – something none of the others in the area had - and that men went there to use them with other men. Using a glory hole was going to be a new experience for me, but one that I was quite excited about.

That excitement grew as I pulled into the parking lot, and continued to grow as I entered the bookstore, paid the attendant cash in exchange for tokens, and started to make my way to the back area where the booths were located.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I heard the sounds of the sucking and fucking emanating from the porn playing inside some of the occupied booths. The empty booths stood with the doors open, as a small number of guys hung out cruising, some walking around, and some leaning against the walls or booths.

I didn’t have the time or need to cruise; all I needed was to have a little man-on-man sexual activity so I could regain control of my life again, and I immediately walked into the first open booth and closed the door.

After locking the door, I dropped some tokens in the machine and pushed a few buttons until I came across a movie that looked good. It was a gay porno and watching it made my mouth water. I looked around and saw the hole cut in the wall between my booth and the next one, and my cock twitched in my jeans.

It wasn't too long before I heard someone enter the booth next to mine and lock the door. I looked down through the large hole in the wall and was barely able to make out a pair of legs and sneakers in the darkness of his booth.

As I continued to peer through the hole, the stranger dropped some tokens into his machine and then dropped his shorts and underwear to the concrete floor.

All Male True Experience: A Couple of Dicks

By: Unknown Author

I'd accepted an invitation from a couple of friends to go with them to a science-fiction convention in the city. I hadn't been to one in a while, and also hadn't seen these friends in a while, either, so I figured, what the hell. After being there for a bit, I needed to use the washroom, so I let my friends know and ventured off.

The washroom was not all that big, with only one sink, one urinal, and two stalls; all on the same wall. The urinal was disgusting, with some old, odorous piss sitting in the reservoir, and piss all over the rim and on the floor beneath it. I decided to check the conditions of the stalls instead.

It wasn't until I went over to the stalls that I noticed the second one was occupied. Opening the door to the first, I peered in and saw that it was fairly clean. I stepped in, and as I turned slightly to close and latch the door I immediately noticed a hole in the divider between the stalls. It wasn't a glory hole, though. It was much too small for that; basically just big enough to see through if you put your eye up to it. After latching the door, I turned to face the toilet, unzipped and hauled out my cock.

As I began to piss, curiosity got the better of me. I was sure if I held my head in a certain way I could get a good look at the guy in the next stall, more specifically, get a good look at his dick. So, I turned my head and leaned my upper body back, and was instead met with an eye peering through at me. My first instinct was to straighten back up and turn my head to face forward again, and as I did so, my piss done flowing, and my dick still in my hand, it started to grow just from knowing I was being watched.

Horned up now and wanting to put on a show, I began to stroke my cock to full hardness. Once I was fully erect, I looked back and the stranger in the next stall was still watching me, so I turned sideways and moved over a bit so that I was directly facing the hole where his eye was. He continued to watch, and I could hear that he was stroking his cock too.

All Male True Experience: Cock Service

By: GloryHoleCockWorship

The one thing you need to know about me is that I love to suck cock! I get my greatest pleasure from orally servicing men. So much so that the need or desire to have my own cock sucked is pretty much non-existent. Just as long as I have a hard cock in my mouth, I'm satisfied. My hand can and does take care of my own when I want or need to cum.

Earlier today, I was at a place I visit almost every single day to satisfy my oral lust: a local porno shop with glory hole booths. In one cubicle amongst a maze of dark cubicles, I was in my usual position: on my knees, waiting for the cock of a stranger in need of servicing to appear through the hole in the wall.

That stranger soon arrived, just like I knew he would, and quickly offered his cock and balls to me through the glory hole. I immediately began gliding the wet tip of my tongue over every inch of his cock and balls. His cock soon swelled, becoming fully erect in no time.

All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 2)

By: Rob & Ryan Michaels

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I came to my senses quite suddenly as I felt something cold brush against my neck. I blinked my eyes, trying to see. It dawned on me again that I was still blindfolded, but something felt different, something about my body. My throat was dry, my body ached, and I still couldn't move freely. My arms and legs were securely fastened, but not in the same position as before. Before! 'Before' suddenly came to my mind as I realized that it must be the next day.

I concentrated on feeling anything on me, but all I could feel were the ropes on my arms, the unmoving bonds on my feet, and something under me that I was now lying on. I tried to call out, seeing if anyone was within earshot. I managed a hoarse yell that hurt as it came out. "Ah, you're awake," came the same voice as the night before. "I hope that wasn't too much of a shock to waken you, but I didn't want to scare you."

I was already scared. Here I was, still in the captivity of this madman. What was next?

"I want you to know that I was able to get four more loads out of you before you passed out," he began to gloat. "At that point I decided to show some mercy and turn off the milking machine. I mean, you had no more cum stored up and, if I had left it running all night with your balls empty, well, the only thing that would have accomplished was causing irreparable damage to your penis. It would have been chewed raw and would no longer function. The doctors would have had no choice but to simply remove it. Oh, don't think I didn't consider doing that to you, I did, but like I said, I decided to show you some mercy, at least in that regard," he laughed evilly.

"Hlet mgh gho," I managed from behind the gag in my mouth.

"Let you go?" he mocked back at me. "Well, I thought about it last night after I got you in here, but I've decided that since you did so well, why not see how much fun we could have the entire weekend?"

"Gno! Gno!" I pleaded.

"I must, you see," he sank down to the bed and began to speak into my ear. "I was doing a favor for a friend, someone who wanted you to suffer for what you've done, but I don't think the one night of suffering you endured was anywhere near the embarrassment and suffering you have caused for her. No, the only way I can be sure you never treat any other girl in that way again, is by keeping you until Sunday."

All Male Fiction: The Nude Beach (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

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"What do you mean?" asked Mark, a slight tone of panic in his voice.

"You said you were going to walk around checking out the naked chicks," Jeff said to Mark.

"I was."

"And you said you were going to take a piss," he said to me.

"I did."

"Yeah, maybe you did, but you were gone way too long just to take a piss. You two hooked up! I know you did!"

Both Mark and I stared at Jeff in disbelief. How could he know that? There was no way that he could. No one else came into the washroom while we were there.

"I… we… how…" Mark stuttered, the color once again draining from his face.

"I can't believe you two snuck off together to scope out the naked chicks. Especially after you said I couldn't come with you, because it would be too obvious," Jeff said, directing the last part at Mark.

Now all of his statements had become clear. "You've got it all wrong," I spoke up. "After I took a leak, I wandered around a bit and ran into Mark on my way back," I covered.

"Yeah, I just hooked up with Ryan… on the beach… that's all."

Oh," Jeff replied, and then his tone immediately changed as he asked, "So, did you see any hot naked chicks or what?"

"Yeah!" Mark replied enthusiastically. "Not only did I see one, but she asked for my number!"

"No shit?"

"Yeah, and the entire time we were talking she kept looking at my dick. I know she's gonna call, and you can bet that when she does I'll be getting some pussy for sure! Man, I can't wait to get between her legs and eat her smooth, shaved pussy!"

Mark caught my smile and, probably remembering what I had said about guys who talk eagerly and constantly about pussy around other guys, added, "I mean, maybe. Who knows? Whatever happens, happens."

Jeff got up to his feet and put on his flip-flops.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Mark asked.

"Hey if you can find some hot naked chick that's hot for your dick, then so can I!" he answered, and then bounded off on his quest.

Mark and I sat on our towels in silence, and after a few minutes, Mark lay down on his back.

I remained sitting and took advantage of the fact that Mark was lying down with his eyes closed, my eyes focused on the hot guy ahead of us. He was sunning himself on his stomach and I could see the curve of his ass cheeks, and then he turned over. I saw his cock flop as he turned, and got a good view of it before he propped himself up on his elbow, leaned over to his girlfriend, and began to kiss her, his hand moving over her stomach, coming very near to her snatch, and then moving up to quickly graze over her tits.

After just a few moments, he leaned into his girlfriend and said something to her, and then seconds later he stood up. Turning so that he was now facing in my direction, I could see that his cock had lengthened a bit as he stepped into his shoes. It was still pointed down, but it was definitely hanging a bit longer than it had looked when he first flipped over. I was overjoyed at seeing his cock on full display… and more so that my own dick didn't even get the slightest tingle.

The hot guy started to walk towards us. He caught my stare, smiled and nodded, and then walked on by.

I turned my body and lay down on my stomach, my chin resting on my crossed arms, and stared at the hot guy's ass as he walked off. And as I watched, I suddenly realized that he was heading in the direction of the washroom.

I continued to stare until he disappeared from view and then said, "I'll be right back," and stood up.

"What? Where are you going?" Mark asked, lifting his head and shielding his eyes.

"I gotta take a leak; for real this time."

"Ok," Mark said and put his head back down.

It was true, I really did need to take a leak, but I was also hoping to get a good look at that hot guy's cock at the urinal. I wasn't foolish enough to think that anything was going to happen between the two of us. I mean, just because he had smiled and nodded at me didn't mean he was giving me some sort of signal. I was staring at him after all, and he was just being polite, nodding a hello. Besides, he was there with his girlfriend, right? He was obviously straight.

Having waited a few minutes before getting up to head to the washroom myself, so it wouldn't look too obvious that I was following him, I entered the washroom to find it empty except for one stall that was occupied.

Of course, I thought. He hadn't come in here to piss. He had just made the excuse of needing to use the men's room for the same reason I had earlier – to take care of his rising dick by beating off in one of the stalls!

My own dick was definitely tingling now, and starting to rise, and I made my way over and entered the stall next to his.

Sitting down on the toilet, I immediately began to casually fondle my cock as I listened for any sounds of meat beating in the next stall. There was nothing; complete silence. I was disappointed, to say the least, but then I started to get even more aroused by the idea of beating my own meat with a hot, straight stud sitting naked in the next stall, hearing me.

I began to pump my cock, slowly and quietly at first, but then I started stroking it a bit faster, and faster still, that unmistakable wap-wap-wap sound now clearly audible throughout the entire washroom.

I listened as I beat off noisily, but there was still nothing but silence coming from the next stall. So, I dared to let out a quiet moan. There was a slight shuffling from next door, so I let out another moan, a bit louder this time.

I leaned my head over and placed my ear against the divider. I still heard nothing, but then there was a sudden movement. I pulled my ear away and bent my head slightly to look down and under the space between the stalls. My eyes were immediately met with a pair of feet, facing my stall; that sight was quickly followed by a pair of knees contacting the floor, and then, a hard cock came into view.

I couldn't fucking believe it! Not only had I come in there just a short while ago to take a piss, and ended up getting a blowjob – from someone I never expected to get one from – but now here was this hot straight guy presenting me with his cock to suck!

My dick got so hard it hurt, and I literally leaped up from the toilet and got down on my knees on the washroom floor. Moving back, I started to lean down so I could get his dick into my mouth, but just as I put my head down, I almost got poked in the eye as he stuck his finger under the stall and wiggled it at me.

No fucking way! I thought. This hot stud is actually looking to suck dick?  I felt I must be dreaming, but obviously, I wasn't, and I very quickly repositioned myself to get my achingly stiff cock underneath the divider.

All Male True Experience: My First Gay Blowjob

By: alex77019

Many years ago, when I was a senior in college, as I was crossing the campus I needed to use the men's room, so I entered a campus building and looked for the washroom. I found it, down in the basement.

I chose the first stall, and as I entered, the walls were all covered with graffiti, the usual stuff that guys write on walls. When I took a seat, I turned my head to the other wall to read some of it and noticed there was a hole in the wooden divider between my stall and the next one. The hole was pretty big, and before I even had time to start doing what I went in there to do, another guy entered the stall next to mine.

After a few moments, I could hear a noise coming from his stall. It was quiet, rhythmic, and somewhat familiar sounding. Leaning forward, I found myself peeking through the hole in the wall, and there, in my full view, was another young college guy sitting on the can, leaning back, and stroking his semi-erect dick.

At first I moved my face away. I had never had any thoughts or desires towards other men. I was only into girls, and thought how fucked up it was that I had looked. Despite this, moments later, I found myself looking again. They guy's cock was rock hard now. I had never seen another man's cock before, except in straight porn, and I found myself almost mesmerized by the sight of it. I told myself that is why I couldn't stop looking, it was simply a matter of seeing something I had never seen before, sheer curiosity.

Then something else fucked up happened… my cock started to get hard! I couldn't believe it! Why had I sprung a rod from seeing another guy's hard dick? I wasn't queer, I knew that. What the fuck was going on? I wanted to pull up my pants and get the hell out of there, but my body didn't move. It was like I was frozen in place. And then, while still looking through the hole, I realized I had unconsciously started to stroke my own cock now, too!

Suddenly, the guy straightened up, leaned forward on the toilet and looked at the hole. I quickly pulled my head back, but I was pretty sure he saw that I had been watching him. Standing up, I reached down for my underwear, and the next thing I knew, the guy stuck his finger through the hole. I had no idea why, but he fingered the hole a couple of times and then he leaned his face near the hole and told me to shove my cock through it.

Bisexual Fiction: Party Girl

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

My boyfriend called me this morning at work and told me that he wanted me to meet him at a house party later that evening. He gave me the address and told me how he wanted me to dress. He liked me to wear provocative, revealing clothes when we were out at bars and parties. He liked showing me off and watching as other men reacted.

 

As I got ready after work, my mind wandered to the night ahead. My boyfriend was always testing my limits, trying to see how far I would be willing to go. I couldn't help but wonder what he had planned for tonight.
 

When I arrived at the location my boyfriend had given me, I quickly grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and roamed through the people looking for my boyfriend. I spotted him on the far side of the crowded room, talking to a beautiful woman. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched him smile and laugh at something the woman had said, with him being totally oblivious to my arrival.
 

I tried to shake off the feeling as I slithered through the clusters of people, heading towards him. I hated feeling jealous but I couldn't help it. I didn't want any other women messing with my man! It was ironic really, because I had sucked the cocks of most of his friends and they had licked, sucked and kissed just about every part of my body as well. But don't misunderstand, I wasn't cheating on him, I did it for him, at his request. He was always there and in full control of the situations. He liked to watch me suck cock, whether it was his own or someone else's, but he would never let another man fuck me. He made it clear that my pussy was his and his alone to fuck.
 

Halfway through the crowd, a group of men complimented me on my attire. Flattered, I did a slow three hundred and sixty degree turn so they could take a good look. I pushed the straps down off my bare shoulders revealing more of my cleavage, with my erect nipples poking their shape into the fabric of my top. I had on a mini skirt that was white and quite sheer. Under the skirt I wore a flesh colored thong and the effect was stunning. I completed my ensemble with black leather high heeled boots that hugged the contours of my legs like a second skin. Their roar of approval drew the attention of the people around them, including my boyfriend. I caught his gaze and he smiled at me as he motioned me to come to him.
 

I thanked the group of men for their compliments and slipped through the crowd to meet my boyfriend.
 

When I reached him his strong hands encircled my waist and he looked me up and down. "I don't like the panties," he said with a wink.
 

My eyes never left his as I reached up under my skirt and hooked my thumbs through the thong, sliding it down my long legs and letting it drop to the floor. Using the toe of my boot, I lifted the tiny heap into the air and tossed my thong toward him.
 

He caught the thong on his finger and crushed it to his nose. "Much better," he replied still smiling.
 

Before he could introduce his companion, the woman reached over and took the panties out of his hand and slid them under her nose. "Mmm," she purred, "I would love a taste of that."
 

My boyfriend looked at me for my reaction and was ecstatic to see that I was smiling at the woman's comment, my eyes locked on hers. That 'test' was all it took for my boyfriend to know how far I was willing to go this time.

He led the two of us toward what he assumed were the bedrooms. His assumption proved to be correct and we stepped inside what looked to be the master suite. My boyfriend purposely left the door wide open, and I instantly moved toward the bed. The other woman climbed on the bed too and reached out and slid her hands under my loose fitting top while her mouth licked and nibbled on my exposed midriff.
 

The two of us soon became intertwined together in a tangle of arms and legs, searching fingers and probing tongues, while my boyfriend stood silently just inside the door watching it all. The silence was broken only by the moans and gasps made by the two of us as our bodies writhed together on the king sized bed.

All Male Fiction: The Night Caller

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

Jake and I first met when he came to work at my office a little over ten months ago. The fact that he was an extremely handsome and masculine man was obvious to everyone, even if he never overtly impressed it upon another, even casually, and his overbearing masculinity made it difficult for me to conceal my obvious weakness for his sexual charm. It didn't help that part of his job overlapped with mine and we met at my cramped cubicle once or twice every day, where he would assist me in my editing task.

He didn't speak much when we were working together in my small cubicle, nor did he ever give me a second look or talk much when we were each working on our own. But I did eventually learn that he was twenty-seven, had been married for some six years, and had two children; a five year old daughter and a two year old son.

All that I had learned about his life and quiet personality only confirmed my conviction that he was this wasted piece of manhood who would live the conventional married lifestyle of marrying young, producing his share of offspring, and spending his life working hard to support them, while eventually, in the end, being labeled as the ideal husband and an exemplary father who had been a good provider to his family.

Even so, I couldn't help the desire I felt, and the last ten months had been tortuous. Every single time he came to my cubicle that desire boiled and bordered on the danger of his being molested by me. My energies became more focused on the task of keeping my emotions under control whenever I was around him rather than on my actual work.

Eventually I got used to the fact that Jake was straighter than a flagpole, although to have a man of one's dreams so close at hand and yet not be able to make a move was about the most unfair and inhuman punishment I could think possible. But such is life, and as much as he got me hot still, I somehow managed to maintain a strictly professional relationship with him at all times, as I always had, and as he always had with me… or so I thought!

It was a Friday, and as I got to my car I realized that I had left my flash drive in my office. I would need it, as I had a bit of work to catch up on before Monday, so I headed back inside to retrieve it. I had worked about half an hour past quitting time, so the place was empty, or so I assumed.

While approaching Jake's cubicle on my way to my own, I heard whispers and, as I came to pass the side of it, I heard him more clearly and stopped dead in my tracks, with my mouth gaping. What I was hearing was a whispered, shockingly explicit, sexual conversation between Jake and some unknown person on the telephone. There seemed to be an element of something remotely familiar in what I heard.

Unaware of my presence on the scene, I heard Jake make out sexual whispers to the other person, and then it dawned on me that the standard phraseology of his conversation was something akin to what I had masturbated to last night, and most every night before that for months now.

For a moment I felt my ears warm up and my knees weaken, and then there was a flash in my mind, and I realized that I had been talking with him for the past many months without even the slightest suspicion that he was the secret admirer who had haunted many of my nights with his mysteriously dirty calls that drove me to jerk myself off passionately.

As if to confirm that he was my secret caller, I heard him say, "I wanna suck your cock," which is how the night caller, as I had dubbed my mysterious caller, always started his conversation with me.

That familiar, masculine, gruff voice that I knew so well confirmed my suspicions, and I immediately hatched a plan. I quietly snuck over to my cubicle, grabbed my flash drive and then very quietly left and headed back to my car.

Sure enough, later that night, the phone rang at the usual time, just like clockwork. "I wanna suck your cock," the 'voice' said when I answered.

"Mmm, I'd love that," I moaned.

"Are you naked?" the 'voice' asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Are you touching your cock?"

"Oh yeah," I breathed.

"Is it hard?"

"Rock hard! Is yours?"

"Yes, and I'm touching mine too. You gonna let me suck that hard dick?" the 'voice' asked.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna let you suck it!"

"Mmm, yeah," the 'voice' moaned. "I'm running my tongue in circles on your balls. Now I'm running the tip of my tongue slowly up your shaft to your cockhead. I'm taking the head in my mouth and now I'm sliding my mouth down over the shaft. I'm going lower and lower, taking your entire cock right down to the…"

"Why don't you come over and do that for real," I said interrupting him, putting my devilish plan into gear.

"Huh?" the 'voice' responded in surprise.

"You heard me. You've been calling almost every night for months now, describing how you'd do it, so why don't you do it for real," I said.

"Well I… uh… I'm really more into just getting a quick load off on the phone with a stranger before bed. That's why I always call at this time, so I can get off with you before I go to sleep."

"Well getting off with a guy on the phone is fun, but after so many months of all the teasing, I really, really want to have you do it for real."

"I can't," the 'voice' said sounding very nervous. "I'm married and have to be discreet, and only hook up with guys that I meet in places like public restrooms and stuff. You know, just some quick, anonymous action, knowing I will never see them again."

Of course, I knew why he was so hesitant. He had no idea that I knew it was him on the other end of the phone, and if he came over, then he would have to reveal his identity to me, along with his secret: that he liked to suck dick. If that happened, I'm sure he'd be worried I might tell some people around the office and then it might get back to his wife. However, I had already fully planned for the likelihood that he might not want to come over and reveal himself to me, and so I put that part of my plan into motion.

"Hey I understand," I said. "But I really want a real blowjob, not just a spoken one, and I want you to do it, so, tell you what, to make things easier, why don't we do this? I will give you my address and leave my front door unlocked. I'll tell you on the phone how to find my bedroom, where you will find me on my bed, totally naked, with a throbbing hard-on, and a pillowcase over my head. You just walk in, suck my dick, make me cum, and then just take off. That way you get the opportunity to get some cock, and I get a hot blowjob, without either of us being able to see who the other is, so it will be totally anonymous."

"Um, that could work," he said.

"Great!" I said excitedly, a broad smile forming across my face, and my cock achingly hard at the realization that my plan was actually working, and that I was actually going to get to have sex with Jake. "You got a pen and paper to write down my address and directions?"

"Hold on," he said.

When he came back, I gave him my address, directions on how to get to my house, and directions on how to get from the front door to my bedroom.

All Male True Experience: School of Cock

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All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 1)

By: Rob

I don't really remember how I got here. I know that I was at a party with a few friends. I know that I probably had too much to drink, but that's all I remember of the night before.

I went to move, feeling as if I was floating on air, but something kept me from going anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark, black almost.

I went to say something, I don't know, anything, but I couldn't even do that. Something was keeping me from talking. Something was in my mouth and I couldn't spit it out.

I started to force myself up from my position, but I got nothing. Frustration led to yelling, but it did me no good.

"Ah, you're awake," were the first words I heard.

"hleht he gho," I managed from my gag.

"Oh, no," he replied, "I can't do that until I'm done with you."

"hhat doh hu hant," I asked.

I felt him get closer to me, stroking my back with his hands and leaning closer to my ear.

"I want you to relax and enjoy every moment of this adventure we're going to share together," he replied. He ran his hands all over my body.

It was only then, as his hands were touching my skin, that it dawned on me that I was bare-assed naked, and that the floating sensation was caused by being suspended in the air by a series of ropes and leather braces!

With some conscious thought, I was able to "feel" my position. I was suspended in the air, leaning forward, and held spread-eagle. I could feel the leather on my skin and smell it in the air. I could feel the cold air against my cock and balls as much as the air on my back. I began to wonder my lot in this situation. Was my unseen tormentor going to maim me or kill me? Was I ever going to get free from this place… wherever I was? I think my nervousness showed on my face because he began to talk again.

"What's wrong, Robert?" he asked. "Are you afraid of what I'm going to do? Or are you afraid of how much you want me to do it?"

His questions cut through me as did the realization that he knew my name, but I didn't recognize his voice at all.

"I thought it would be nice to see how you respond to some intimate touching," he said, waking me from my own thoughts. "But before we get started, I want you to know why you're here. I know about your little encounter with one of the sorority girls. I know that you didn't do anything that any drunk and horny guy wouldn't do, but, I do know that your actions have terribly upset one young lady that I admire."

If he meant that girl Shannon I fucked, sure I encouraged her to drink, to get her a bit drunk in order to increase my chances, but I didn't force her to drink or force her to have sex. I was drunk, so was she, she said yes. What's the problem? And I asked him just that.

"The problem is I know for a fact that Shannon has never been drunk before that night, and it was you who got her that way," he said. "She was so embarrassed when she realized what had happened, that you had gotten her drunk and then not only took advantage and had sex with her, but you had sex with her on the floor of the frat house in front of everyone! She felt totally humiliated." He put his hand on my chest and trailed circles around my nipples. "And I'm going to make sure you NEVER do something like that to a girl again."

I began to squirm in my restrained position and screamed into the gag, "Hlet mgh gho!"

All Male Fiction: The Nude Beach (Part 1)

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

It was a Sunday morning, nearing 10 am. I had just woken up and was lying in my bed lazily fondling my cock when my cell phone chimed. Reaching over to my bedside table, I picked it up in my left hand, my right remaining on my cock. The text message was from my friend Jeff.

"Hey, Mark and I are going to the beach, and you're coming, too," it read.

"I am?" I texted back.

"Yeah. We're going to the nude beach," he replied and that was followed by a grinning emoticon.

The nude beach! Fuck, I couldn't go to a nude beach! Mark and Jeff were my best friends, but what they didn't know, what no one knew, was that I was gay. At eighteen, going to the nude beach wasn't about the freedom or thrill of being naked in public, it was, for them, all about seeing naked women. It was an adult nude beach – in other words, no kids were allowed – and Jeff had often talked about going there as soon as he turned eighteen, just for that reason, to see naked women. I hadn't ever really thought he was serious, or if he was I figured he'd never have the nerve to actually go. As for me, well, I'd be checking out the naked guys, and I was terrified that I would get a hard-on, get a hard-on in front of my buddies, in front of everyone.

There was also the fact that I would be naked with my two best friends. I'd be seeing their cocks. Just seeing cock, anyone's cock, is enough to make my dick tingle, and their dicks were going to be totally exposed right in front of me. What if I got a stiffy from seeing my friends' cocks?

But Jeff wasn't taking no for an answer. Not wanting to raise any suspicions as to why I, a healthy, presumably straight eighteen-year-old guy was so against going to a nude beach to scope out naked women, I finally gave in, figuring that if I was that nervous about getting hard, my nervousness would actually prevent me from getting boned up.

If I was going to go to a nude beach, which apparently I was, I needed to cum first. I had planned to anyway, but now there was no time for casual fondling and eventual masturbation. I needed to play with my cock for the express purpose of making it cum. If I came before I went to the nude beach, combined with my nervousness, there was a good chance I wouldn't get an embarrassing boner in public. Although it wasn't a guarantee, I was eighteen after all. But at least shooting a load first would help to lessen the odds of it happening.

Wrapping my fist around my cock, I pumped it up and down for a minute or so, and then I flipped over onto my stomach. I began rubbing my cock against the sheets, slowly at first, rotating my hips, and then I started to hump against them. Soon I was raising my hips and letting them fall back down into the bed. I was fucking my mattress with a passion now, and it wasn't long before I felt that familiar feeling in my balls. With a final hard fuck into the bed, my cum spewed out of my cock and onto the sheets.

 
After taking a couple of seconds to catch my breath, I raised myself up onto my knees and scooped up the small wad of cum that was clinging to my stomach and licked it off my fingers. Then I put my hands out in front of me and leaned my face down and lapped up my puddle of cum from the bed sheet, and then licked the wet spot until I had eaten all of my load. I loved cum and hadn't gotten it from very many guys yet, so I always ate my own to satisfy the craving.

After getting off, I lay in the wet spot for a short while and then finally got out of bed and went and took a shower.

A couple of hours later Mark and Jeff and I were getting out of the car and heading towards the beach. There were a good amount of people there, but it was far from being crowded. Probably had something to do with it being a Sunday afternoon early in the season, and the fact that most people probably go to regular beaches.

There were a few older people in the crowd, and by older I mean old, but most seemed to range in age from early twenties to mid-forties. And, just like most people have heard about nude beaches, there were some people there that just shouldn't have been naked in public, but there were probably almost an equal amount of people in good and even great shape as well. The men also outnumbered the women.

Mark and Jeff scoped out the naked women as we found a spot to spread out our towels, making quiet comments about some of them. They didn't hesitate to start removing their clothing.

I didn't want to appear afraid to get naked so I started to undress as well, albeit more slowly than them.

When they were down to their underwear, both just yanked them down and off without any hesitation. I avoided all eye contact, knowing if I looked my eyes would go right to their dicks.

When I got down to just my underwear I momentarily hesitated, but I didn't want to draw attention to myself and risk my buddies teasing me and even looking right at me when I removed them. So I just counted to three in my head and then pulled my underwear down and off, and then I very quickly sat on my towel, legs bent, hands wrapped around them, hiding my dick from view.

"Shit! Check out the tits on that one!" Mark said quietly.

"Nice!" Jeff said. "I'd love to bury my face in those!"

"Fuck that, I'd rather bury my face in her snatch," Mark said. "What about you?"

Jeff didn't answer, and it quickly became apparent why.

"Yo, Ryan," Mark said. "Her tits or her snatch?"

"Oh, uh, tits," I replied.

"Ok, fine, you and Jeff can each take a tit, but I'd be eating that pussy. I'd eat it all day long!"

Their conversation, although spoken quietly, probably wasn't considered appropriate behavior for a nude beach, but I was glad they were saying the things they were. I certainly wasn't going to spring a rod while hearing how much Mark liked to eat pussy.

As time passed the guys were quiet, dividing their time between people-watching – well girl watching – and sunbathing on their backs or stomachs. I was doing much the same and, happily, I hadn't even felt the slightest tingle in my dick since we had arrived.

"Guys, I'll be back in a few," Mark said.

Lying on my back with my eyes closed, I placed my hand above my eyes to block the sun and looked up. Mark was standing up. He was facing away from the water and I made sure to look straight up at his face, avoiding his cock.

"Where are you going, dude?" Jeff asked as he sat up.

I sat up as well.

"I'm gonna take a walk around, check out some of the naked chicks," he grinned as he shoved his feet into his sandals.

"I'll come with you," Jeff said.

"You can't," Mark replied.

"Why not?" Jeff chuckled.

"Because it would be really obvious if two of us were walking around together."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Jeff concurred. "Ok, well, if you see a really hot naked chick I'll go check her out when you get back."

"Ok, dude," Mark replied and then wandered off.

Jeff lay back down and closed his eyes.

I remained sitting up, and then it happened: a really hot guy and his girlfriend came along the beach and stopped a short distance ahead of us. The guy bent over to spread his towel and his cheeks parted a bit exposing his asshole. I could also see his balls dangling between his legs… and my dick began to tingle!

Shit! My worst fear was coming true. I was going to get a hard-on in front of my buddy, in front of everyone!

"I'll-I'll be right back," I said. "I gotta take a leak."

"Ok, dude," Jeff said, not opening his eyes.

I stood, slipped on my flip-flops, and hurriedly made my way toward the washroom. The washroom was on the beach so getting dressed wasn't necessary, and getting dressed to go to the washroom would seem odd, to Jeff, and to everyone else. I just hoped I would make it there before I got too noticeably aroused.

By the time I got there my dick had lengthened and thickened, jutting out slightly. I scrambled into a stall, took a seat on the toilet, and began to jack off. Cumming would get rid of my horniness and, hopefully, prevent any more tingles in my dick for the rest of my time on the beach.

As soon as I started, I heard what sounded like a very quiet moan. I stopped stroking and listened. I could definitely hear a quiet wap-wap-wap sound, and it was coming from the next stall. I guess I wasn't the only guy that got aroused looking at naked people on the beach. And, since he didn't seem to mind or care that someone was in the next stall while he was beating off I figured there was no reason for me to stop either. It was actually kind of hot and made me even hornier.

When I started to stroke my dick again, the other guy moaned again. He must've known I was doing the same thing and it turned him on as much as it did me, or else he simply wanted others to know what he was doing.

Taking a cue from him, I let out a quiet moan of my own. The wap-wap-wap sound in the next stall got faster in response and was followed by another, slightly louder moan.

Then, all of a sudden, there was movement in the stall, and I listened carefully, figuring the dick-whacker next door was standing up to face the toilet because he was going to cum. But then the movement happened again, this time in the form of a finger coming under the stall wall and moving back and forth a couple of times before it disappeared.

I knew what that meant and I couldn't believe my luck. I'd come in here to take care of my dick so I wouldn't get hard in front of my buddies, and now I was about to get a blowjob!  And to think, I tried everything to get out of coming to the beach.

All Male True Experience: Peepshow Poke

By: travelinjim

 

 

 

My business requires that I travel extensively, and as a result I often resort to adult bookstores for getting my rocks off. I just don't have the time to go out looking for someone to pick up, and bathhouses, if the place I am in has any, are too much of a hassle, and an expense.

Renting adult movies in the hotel room is out of the question, too. I am on an expense account and would be required to reimburse the company for the charges. Reimbursing them wasn't the issue. The issue would be my employer and the lady who does the books seeing that I rented gay porn. I was not out at work, but I wouldn't even want them to know that I rented porn, period, even straight porn. A person's employer and coworkers do not need to know those things.

The problem with adult bookstores, though, is that nowadays it is damn near impossible to find one that has glory holes between the booths. There seems to have been some sort of a crackdown and they have all been either boarded up or the plywood wall between the booths has had a new sheet of plywood put over it.

Still, it is a lot more fun to jerk off to porn in a place like that. It's kind of like you are doing it at home (or your hotel room) in the sense that you are all alone and no one can see you behind closed doors, with the difference being that you are actually in a public place, where you know everyone else there, including the employees, know what you are doing. It just adds to the excitement of it for me. And, if I am left with no choice but to masturbate, why not make it as exciting as possible, right?

My most recent visit to an adult bookstore took place a few weeks ago during a business trip to a small town in the Midwest. Being such a small town I figured it unlikely that there would be an adult bookstore, but once in my hotel room I grabbed the yellow pages to check anyway. I was quite shocked, although happily, to find a listing for one.

Of course, never having been in that town before I had no idea based on the address where it was, or even if it was in the actual town. So I called and asked where they were located. The guy just told me the address, which I already knew. So I explained that I wasn't familiar with the area and told him what hotel I was staying at and asked if the store was anywhere close to where I was.

I couldn't believe it when the guy not only told me that the store was in town, but was only a few miles from where I was staying. He gave me directions, which I wrote down for future reference. Getting off a load would have to wait as, even though I had just arrived, I had to get to a meeting right away.

When I returned to my hotel room from that meeting, which had been grueling, I decided that it was time for some fun… not that I needed an excuse anyway. I grabbed the directions and headed out of the room to my car.

Bisexual Fiction: All Tied Up

By: Abberation & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

"Time for a little fun," she said with a clever smile. Pulling a pair of leather cuffs out from the bottom dresser drawer, she turned, looked at me appraisingly, as if to say, "Are you ready."

It had been a long time since they had come out. It had always been her wearing them, but I wasn't too into it, so they just never really got used again. Now it seemed that it was going to be my turn.

I smiled back, wondering where this was going, but ready for a change from our normal routine. I slid back against the black steel bars of our headboard, holding my hands against it.

She quickly straddled me, buckling the cuffs tightly and clipping them to the headboard above my head. The buckles were tighter than I ever put them on her. I was pretty trapped. I got a bit of a chill, but it was followed by a strange quiver in my stomach, and I could feel my cock quickly hardening.

Her smile was even larger as she began to kiss my stomach, leading down to my jeans. Reaching up, she slid her hands under my shirt and ran her nails down my side, bringing them all the way down to the button on my pants, opening it and pulling down the zipper in one smooth movement. Grabbing them by my hips, she pulled my jeans and boxers off at the same time, dragging them across my hard cock, letting it flip out like a spring.

Finally, after they were all the way off, she walked across the room, dropping them carelessly on the floor, and opened a drawer on her dresser. Reaching in, she pulled out two long cotton scarves and slowly turned around; her appraising looks suddenly a bit more serious.

The feeling of being tied down kept that quiver of excitement running through me. This was completely new. I hadn't seen her like this before. Reaching across the footboard, she softly touched my right ankle. I extended it out for her, offering it with a smile. She tied it pretty tight, a bit more than I expected, but not enough to hurt. She tied the other just as tight. Pulling them even tighter against the corners of the footboard, I was left spread-eagle on the bed, tightly tied. I could hardly struggle. As she stripped off her clothes, doing a bit of a striptease, I waited in anticipation.

Crawling up on the bed, she reached for my cock, holding it tight as she kissed and licked my waist and inner thighs. Slowly, she brought her tongue up the side of my cock and then, in one smooth motion, engulfed it, bringing her lips all the way to the base, the head flowing right past the back of her mouth and all the way down her throat. Grabbing my balls with one hand and supporting herself with her other, her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Faster and faster, stroking with her fist, running her hand under my balls and stroking up and down my inner cheeks, pulling her face to the base of my cock, slamming her lips to my body.

I slammed back, trying to keep up, until I felt myself ready to cum, and then I pulled back. I told her to stop, that I couldn't hold back any longer and didn't want to cum yet. But she didn't stop. Instead she sucked faster, harder, my cock passing into her throat over and over, until I convulsed, and then came, jerking in my restraints as she continued to suck it hard as she swallowed it all down.

Slowly, she allowed my cock to slide out of her mouth, falling off of her extended tongue. I felt both wonderfully good and quite guilty; all of this preparation and she didn't even get my cock in her. Then again, it isn't my fault she couldn't stop sucking my cock like that, I thought as I leaned back and shut my eyes, my cock falling to the side, shrinking back to its normal size as I drifted into an exhausted, post orgasmic sleep.

I had no idea how long I'd been asleep when I awoke to the feel of a mouth on my cock. I smiled, not opening my eyes. I soon felt kisses on my neck, but the blowjob didn't stop. My gut did a quick flip as I opened my eyes, startled. My wife was kissing my neck, blocking my view. Who the hell was sucking my cock?

She pulled back, a huge grin on her face, and moved to show me. It was her best friend, Lisa, naked, slowly sucking up and down my cock. Fuck! That was a hell of a surprise. She was so hot it was just crazy. My semi-hard cock got a sudden burst of energy. My wife leaned over and dangled her tit over my mouth. I sucked furiously, bucking my hips into Lisa's mouth.

Pulling her tit from my sucking mouth, my wife rolled over onto the side of the bed and slid under Lisa's chest, pulled her tits down to her, sucking like crazy. That was a first! She then reached between her legs and began kneading her mound at the same time. Lisa lifted one knee onto the bed, the other foot on the floor, and I watched as my wife slid a finger into her, then two. Lisa began to fuck her fingers, sucking and fucking. I struggled, arching my back as I took in the sexual fantasy, wishing I could feel Lisa's tits, wishing I had a better view.

What seemed only a moment later, my wife suddenly got off the bed and went into the en suite, Lisa continuing to suck my cock.

My eyes shifted to my wife as she re-entered the room. I couldn't believe my eyes! She was wearing a strap-on. I got worried for a second, until I saw her climb on the bed behind Lisa, then my worries were gone, replaced by pure sexual excitement as my wife positioned the artificial cock at Lisa's pussy.

Lisa shifted back, not stopping her blowjob, pushing the dildo into her. My wife leaned forward, put her hands on Lisa's hips, and began thrusting the dildo into her with... with a practiced deftness. This wasn't a first. This wasn't new. Oh god, I was so fucking turned on!

My wrists were straining against the cuffs, desperately wanting to touch my wife, touch Lisa, when Lisa suddenly pulled of my cock and, pressing both hands against the bed, pushed against my wife as she pounded against her, both moaning like animals.

Pulling apart, Lisa swung her legs over me, dropping herself directly onto my cock. Oh my god she was soaking wet! Her pussy was like a pool of hot liquid, squeezing me, pulsing with her convulsions and thrusts. My wife pulled herself up onto me as well, straddling me, her back to Lisa, the dildo wavering ominously in front of me, slapping against my chest as Lisa bounced up and down on me.

Lisa reached her hands around my wife and grabbed her tits, kneading them, pinging and twisting her nipples, my wife's cunt oozing across my chest. Lisa leaned farther and farther forward, pushing my wife forward as well, the dildo sliding up, too, now pressing itself against my neck. I struggled at my bonds as their slamming rhythm gyrated on top of me.

My wife reached forward, grabbing the headboard, the dildo now hitting my cheek, my eyes looking down on it apprehensively. Somehow it was turning me on. This dildo, sliding against me, the wet coating from Lisa's pussy coating my face.

My wife looked down at me, "Suck it."

I paused, barely being able to keep up with Lisa.

"Suck it!" she repeated more sternly and reached down and pressed the cock against my lips.

It was hot, soft, wet. I opened my mouth and let it slide on my tongue, the taste of pussy overwhelming.

She pressed it in and out of my mouth. It was so real. I knew it was just rubber, but I could feel the veins, the head, the heat, the firm softness as she pushed harder.

My eyes were tearing as it hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but she kept pushing. "Swallow it! Swallow that cock!"

I don't know how, but I managed to start to swallow. She pushed it right down my throat. I gagged again, but no sound came out. The cock was filling my throat. She pulled back, but pressed it right back in. Over and over. My eyes were tearing so much I couldn't see. The gagging had stopped. I began to push into it. I began to suck, pounding right back.

She pulled back. "Did you like that? Did you like sucking cock?"

I stared up, my eyes streaming, unfocused, "Y-yes."

"Say it, tell me what you like," she said firmly.

"I-I like it..."

She reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head off the headboard. "SAY IT! Say, 'I like to suck COCK.'"

"I like it! I liked sucking cock," I stammered.

My wife then sidled back, and moved down to the end of the bed and began to untie my leg bonds.

"Oh god, I'm getting close!" I moaned, and Lisa immediately climbed off my cock. I figured she didn't want me to cum inside her and expected she would finish me off with her mouth, or maybe her hand, but she did neither. Instead she just lay back and started playing with her pussy.

With my legs free, my wife moved between them and lifted one in the air, and then leaned forward and pressed the head of that strap-on against my ass.

Holy shit... no, that wasn't gonna happen!