All Male Fiction: Late-Night Hunger

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

As my sleepy eyes came into focus, so did the fuzzy glow of the digital clock on the bedside table; it read 2:06 in the morning. I was staying at the Comfort Inn, a place I was very familiar with, as I traveled to this particular city once a month on business. I usually slept just fine during my regular stays there, but for some reason, I had woken up and just couldn't get back to sleep.

After alternating between tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling, I decided that a snack might help, since I was feeling hungry and thought maybe that was what was keeping me awake. So, up I hopped from the bed and headed off for the small alcove that housed the ice machine and a couple of vending machines.

As I started to peruse the snack items available in one of the machines, a man walked in and took up at the vending machine next to me, which housed sodas and water. "Hi there," he greeted me.

"Hi," I replied, casually taking him in as he browsed the choice of beverages in the machine. He looked to be about forty and was clad in only a white t-shirt and boxer shorts. He was decent looking and appeared to be in good shape. When my eyes moved to take a look at his crotch, they lingered there as I saw the outline of his cock hanging down along his thigh.

"Like what you see?" he spoke, while still looking straight ahead, and then he turned and looked right at me.

"What? I don't know what you mean, I'm just getting a snack," I babbled and turned my head, eyeing the items in my machine again.

"Hey, it's cool," he said. "The only reason I'm up at this hour is because my pecker won't let me sleep, and I'm pretty sure after I caught you checking out my dick that you like sucking on them, and a good suck job would be real nice right about now. So, how about it? You wanna suck on this?" he asked giving his cock a squeeze through his underwear.

By that point my own dick was hard inside my sleep pants, making my condition impossible to hide.

My hard dick was screaming yes, but my head was telling me that this guy, after catching me staring at his crotch and figuring me for a queer, could be setting me up for a beating or something. I'm sure it won't come as any surprise that my cock won out and I nodded my head.

"Great!" he grinned, and then he put his hands to his hips and was about to push his underwear down, right there in the fucking alcove!

"Hey, wait!" I spoke. "We can't do it here! Why don't we go back to my room, or we can go to yours if you prefer?"

"It's after two in the morning; no one is around. Where's your sense of adventure?" he smiled.

"I don't know. I really think we should go back to…"

I stopped there when he went ahead and proceeded to push his underwear down past his balls. One thing I could not resist was a cock. I wasn't just a cocksucker, I was a hungry cocksucker, and now that his cock was exposed right in front of me, all reason and caution went out the window and I immediately fell to my knees in front of him and gobbled that cock up!

Straight Fiction: I am ALPHA!

By: Unknown Author

Girls want to fuck Alpha Males.

Let it piss you off as much as you want, but you know it's true.

That girl you like who is totally sweet and you have the biggest crush on? The one who keeps going back to guys who treat her wrong for reasons you don't understand? The one who calls you up at 1 am to cry about how her boyfriend hasn't called her in three days. The one who will curl up next to you on the couch, hug you close, kiss you on the cheek, and never let you fucking touch her beyond that?

Yeah, I'm fucking her.

The hot girl behind the coffee counter who won't even smile at you? The one who won't even say hi to you? The one who takes your money and shoves your coffee at you? The one who forgets you exist before you've even stepped away from the counter?

Yeah, I'm fucking her too, even harder.

The geeky girl you think might be enough like you that you have a chance with her? The one you think is so incredible? The one you still haven't worked up the courage to tell how you feel about her?

Guess who just sucked me off and told me they'll always love me?

And what's more? I laugh at guys like you. When you cry about how much girls treat you bad and wonder why they can't just see that you're a nice guy who would always treat them right? I nod and tell you to hang in there, you'll find someone right for you someday, don't give up hope man. But inside? I'm laughing my ass off at you, you pathetic fuck.

Every girl you set your sights on, I'm going to fuck six ways from Sunday and cum in their mouths, pussies, and faces before you can even tell her you think she's cute.

And the biggest reason I laugh? Because it's not me doing all this…

All Male Fiction: Rocks for Jocks

By: Natty Soltesz

I was taking a summer physics course to bone up on my skills and pass some time. The campus was pretty deserted in the summer and the mood was nice — quiet and serene. There was this one guy who always sat in the front row, not that it did him much good, educationally speaking. Nick Anthony was what you might call an oaf: a big, dumb jock with a thick neck and an even thicker skull, and a prime candidate for "Rocks for Jocks" — which is how the rest of us referred to the Mickey Mouse science prerequisite typically snatched up by athletes and underachievers.

But 'Intro to Physics' was where he'd somehow ended up, an unwitting cog in the tyranny that was a liberal arts education, trying to wrap his head around Newtonian mechanics and kinetic theory when I suspected he'd rather focus on the trajectory of a football sailing through the air. He was trying so hard, intently taking notes as our professor explained equations on the board. But you could tell it wasn't getting through.

I stared as much as I dared. He always wore athletic gear — thin white t-shirts that hugged his buff and beefy body, and blue silky track pants with buttons going down the sides. A few times he wore a sleeveless Texas Longhorns shirt. His arms were so tan and toned. I lived for the days when he came in wearing his mesh basketball shorts, his ass flexing as he walked, his package flopping up front — Jesus! He had short dark hair and a stubbly face with sensuous lips. I'm sure he had no trouble getting laid on a Saturday night, but physics just wasn't his forte.

The prof and I had become friendly by the third week of the course. He asked me if I'd consider tutoring Nick and racking up some extra credit in the process. I didn't need the credit, but I enjoyed tutoring, regardless of whether I was fantasizing about the pupil sitting on my face, so I said yes.

We were formally introduced one day after class. Nick shook my hand, smiling. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and we walked out of class together. I offered to meet with him that night.

"Well, tonight, I got this girl I'm supposed to see…"

"Oh. No worries," I replied. "If you got a girl, we'll do it some other time."

He said tomorrow worked better for him, and I figured some lucky girl was going to be freshly fucked by then.

Thirty hours later, Nick pulled up to my off campus apartment. He couldn't have dressed any better — that goddamn sleeveless Longhorns shirt and the mesh shorts. I was dying.

I offered him a cold drink, and we sat down at the kitchen table. I guess I was a bit older and wiser than Nick, but only by a couple of years. That said, I never planned to seduce him — at least, not at first.

We started on some equations. He wasn't getting it and began to get frustrated. My place was hot and I didn't have AC, so after a half hour I suggested we take a break and try to catch a breeze on my balcony. Nick sat in my patio chair and downed the rest of his drink.

"So," I said, "you went out with your girl last night?"

"Yeah… well, we didn't really go out, y'know?" Nick said, smirking at me to see if I got the gist.

I laughed. "And you'd rather do that than work equations? Unreal," I joked.

Nick laughed and then sighed. "Man, I really hate this stuff. I dunno why it's supposed to be important."

"Well, you'll probably never use it again. But it's a requirement, right?"

"Yeah. Coach says I have to get at least a C. I dunno why I suck so bad."

"You'll get it. Besides, it's not that important in the grand scheme of things. I'm sure there's other stuff you're much better at."

"Yeah, you could say that," he said, giving me a sly lift of his eyebrows.

Fuck it, I thought. "So you're a real stud, huh?"

"Yeah," he answered, chuckling.

"I'm not surprised. You've got a really hot body," I said.

"Yeah, I do," he replied cockily.

I decided to go for it, put the moves on him. What's the worst he could do? Freak out, try to hit me? If that's how he reacted, I'd simply apologize, tell him I just admired his body, that no matter how much I tried to build up my muscles, I couldn't get a body like his. I felt I had nothing to lose, and possibly a big cock to gain, so I leaned forward and put my hand on his beefy thigh.

He didn't stop me.

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 DILF Next Door (Part 1)

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

The Morrison's had lived next door to us for longer than I'd been alive. Both they and my parents bought their houses from the builder of the development before they were even built. At the time both were young couples in their twenties, recently married, and purchasing a home suitable for starting a family. That was just over twenty years ago, and today the Morrison's have two children, a twenty-one year old daughter named Melissa, who was away at University, and an eighteen year old son named Tyler. I was an only child, and, like Tyler, I was eighteen as well.

Given that we lived next door to each other, were the same age, and were in all the same classes during public school and some in high school as well, it was only natural that Tyler and I would end up being friends. Growing up, we played together a lot… and when we hit our teenage years, we started playing together in a totally different way.

Young, curious about sex, and always horny, Tyler and I started jerking off together. That eventually led to playing with each other's dicks, and then, eventually, blowjobs. Well, I gave him blowjobs. Tyler never once gave me one.

Of course, I tried to convince him to try it. After all, I had never had one before at that point and wanted to know what it felt like, too. But after a while I stopped trying to get him to return the favor, for it quickly became clear that Tyler was straight and, to him, what we were doing was just a way to try sex, a way to get off.

I on the other hand knew I liked boys, and only boys, and was just happy to be playing with and sucking a dick. I liked playing with Tyler like that, and I liked that he believed that we were both just playing around, helping each other out, and didn't suspect that I was actually gay, but there was someone else I wanted to play with even more… his dad!

Tyler's dad was forty-four, totally hot, and most definitely a DILF! He worked out and it showed. He often worked outside, cutting the grass and doing gardening without a shirt on, and usually wearing just a pair of shorts. His body was cut, and he was strong and muscular. A real Alpha male.

When I wasn't servicing his son's cock, I spent a lot of time stroking my own, thinking about him. Sometimes I even jerked off while peering out my window at him as he worked outside, bare-chested and sweaty, muscles bulging, and that very nice sized bulge that always showed in the front of his shorts bouncing about as he moved.

The more I sucked Tyler's cock, the more I found myself thinking about his dad, pretending it was his cock I was sucking. And then, one day after school when I was over at Tyler's house, something happened. We were in the basement and I was sucking his cock. No one was home, but his dad ended up coming home early from work. Neither Tyler nor I even realized he'd arrived home until I saw him on the basement stairs from the corner of my eye. Tyler had his head back and his eyes closed, so he didn't see him. The strange thing was, his dad just stood there for a moment, taking in what he had walked in on, and then just turned and quietly went back upstairs.

I quickly figured that he stood for a moment, shocked by what he was seeing, and then just didn't want to embarrass his son or himself and chose to leave instead. I tried to stop sucking off Tyler, but he, not knowing his dad had come home, and me not wanting to tell him his dad had just seen me sucking on his cock, insisted that I continued to blow him until he came. And so I did.

After I got Tyler off with my mouth, he offered to give me a hand job so I could get off, too, but, knowing his dad was home, I made the excuse that I had to get home and would do it myself later. We then headed upstairs for me to leave.

As Tyler opened the front door and I stepped outside, Tyler's dad was by his car in the driveway, making like he had just gotten home. I felt really awkward and looked down at the ground as I veered across the lawn over to my house and then quickly ducked inside.

As soon as I had closed the door, I took the steps two at a time up to my bedroom and immediately shoved my pants and underwear down and started taking care of my horny prick. Despite feeling embarrassed and awkward after being caught by Mr. Morrison, now, with my hard cock in my hand, I found myself thinking about Tyler's dad seeing me sucking cock, sucking his son's cock, and I came fast, and hard.

Once I came down from the joy of an ejaculation, I began to worry that Mr. Morrison might say something to Tyler about what he had walked in on. If that happened, not only would I feel for Tyler having to deal with the knowledge that his dad saw him getting his dick sucked by another guy, but it could also mean that he'd no longer let me suck his cock. And with his dick being the only dick I got to suck, that would mean no more dick for me, and that would, well, suck!

I had an even bigger worry, though. Mr. Morrison and my dad had become friends over the twenty-some years they had been neighbors. They would shoot the shit together when both were outside at the same time, watch sports together (usually at his house), once and a while go out for a beer together, and my dad would sometimes work out with Mr. Morrison in the Morrison's home gym in their basement. So there was a distinct possibility that he could tell my dad that he'd caught me performing oral sex on his son. I wasn't ready to come out to my family just yet, or to anyone for that matter, and I wasn't sure if I could handle my dad finding out I was gay at that point and time, especially like that.

The very next day, though, Tyler wanted to get sucked off, and he never said anything about his dad coming home early the day before and seeing us. That gave me a great sense of relief. I felt even more relieved, when, after my dad came home from working out with Mr. Morrison the day after that, it became clear that Tyler's dad was not going to blab about what he'd walked in on, because my dad never said anything to me and never gave me any kind of look that would indicate he knew.

I was overjoyed that Tyler's dad was going to keep this little bit of knowledge to himself and that no one would find out. I was also kind of turned on by the fact that Mr. Morrison now knew that I liked to suck dick. Not that it changed anything. He was still straight, still married, and still just a hot fantasy that would never become a reality.

 
But just a couple of weeks later, all of that went out the window when I found myself in the Morrison's backyard, standing in front of the sliding glass door to the basement, mouth agape, and frozen to the spot as I looked through it. Just as I had assumed Tyler's dad had been shocked at seeing his son getting his cock sucked by the boy next door, now I was the one who stood shocked at what I was seeing: there, on his knees, was my dad, sucking off Mr. Morrison!

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 2)

"Getting Pumped"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels

 

 

Read Part 1

 

After sucking my first cock, I craved to do it again. It was all I could think about. Luckily my best friend Adam - the recipient of that first blowjob - was only too happy to help me satisfy my craving. He had a home gym set up in his basement and I'd been going to his place a few times a week for the last couple of years to work out with him. We'd work out, hang out for a bit after, and then I'd go home.

Now, with Adam no longer fucking that girl Lisa and not getting any from any other girls at the time, those workout sessions always ended with Adam wanting a blowjob. Since one or both of his parents were always around, we'd scurry up to his bedroom and I'd suck him off. I loved sucking him off and always took care of myself later on.

Sucking his big cock and taking his load down my throat was so hot for me, but I wanted to try more things with him, too. Little did I know at the time, but I would get my wish.

It happened about six months after I had started sucking Adam's cock. We were both working out in his basement, with me wearing shorts and a basketball jersey and Adam just in shorts; I was doing bench presses, while he spotted me. During my third set on the barbell, I noticed a bulge starting to appear in Adam's shorts. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew it was time to stop working out with weights and give his cock a workout instead. But this time, instead of heading up to his room, he just pulled his cock out through the leg of his shorts while still standing over me and placed it at my lips.

I was surprised at first but then remembered that his mother had gone out a little while after I had arrived and no one was there but us. I opened wide and took it into my mouth as he grabbed the barbell for support.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he held it upwards and then bent his knees and lowered his balls down onto my nose and mouth. "Smell my sweaty balls! Yeah, smell good?"

"Mmmhmm!"

"I bet they taste good, too. Let's find out. Open your mouth and lick them with your tongue. Yeah, that's it!" he said, and moaned as I repeatedly lapped at them, "Suck my fuckin' sweaty balls!"

I sucked them, one by one, and then I got both in my mouth at the same time.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah! Wash the sweat off with your tongue until they're all clean!"

Soon his balls were being pulled from my mouth and replaced with his cock again. While I worked my mouth on his cock, I reached both hands around him and grabbed his ass. It felt rock hard and toned.

"Whoa, man. Don't get too friendly back there. That's an exit only. Yours on the other hand…"

Yanking his cock out of my mouth, he told me to stand up. As soon as I was on my feet, he instructed me to turn around so that my back was to him. In one quick move, he pulled my shorts and underwear to my ankles. I could feel his eyes on my bare ass and then I felt his hands. They were kneading my cheeks, and my crack was opening and closing as a result. I heard a slurping sound and knew what was coming next and I wasn't wrong. I moaned as he slid a finger into me.

"Fuck, you're tight! Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked as he slowly moved it in and out.

"No, never. You're the only guy I've ever sucked, too."

"Well, you're gonna get fucked today. That ass is so tight; I just gotta stick my cock in it! Man, I can't wait to break it in!"

Before I could respond, he was already running up the stairs. I turned and stood there, my shorts and underwear around my feet, completely naked with a hard-on, waiting for him to come back.

When he returned, he was completely naked now too, and he was stroking his cock as he walked across the room. It was slick and shiny with lube. He was holding the bottle in his hand, which he handed to me.

"Squirt a bunch of this up your ass," he said as I took it from him. "Make sure you put lots up there and work it up inside with your fingers. Try to get at least two fingers in there and work them in and out to loosen things up."

I did as he said, first kicking my pulled-down shorts and underwear free from my feet to allow me to spread them apart a bit, and actually managed to get two of my fingers inside me. It hurt a bit at first but quickly started to feel really good. I was even starting to quietly moan a little bit.

When Adam heard this, he lay down on the bench, holding his thick cock in the air, and said, "Ride my cock, Chris. Then you can decide how slow you want it to slide in."

I was nervous, but I wasn't scared. I wanted this and I walked over to him and put one of my legs over him so that I was standing above his cock. I put my hands on his defined chest for support as I lowered myself onto his cock. I felt the big head push against my hole as it started to slide in, and the pain hit me.

"AHH FUCK!"

"It's ok, man. Just relax. Stay like that and let your hole adjust."

I did as he told me and the pain started to go away. Then I started to slowly lower myself further and further down onto his cock. Once it was all the way in me, and I had sat still on it to let my hole adjust, it felt so good. We both let out a moan.

"Fuck, man. Your tight ass feels so good. Ride my big dick!"

I started moving up and down on a few inches of his cock, very slowly. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting gently into me. Both of us were moaning. It was my first fuck and it was amazing; getting fucked by my best friend's eight-point-five-inch cock.

"Stand up and bend over for me, man," he said after a minute or so.

I obeyed him and felt his cock sliding out of me inch by inch as I raised myself up; it made me feel empty and I wanted it back in me. He stood up as I bent myself over, and then he moved behind me. With his cock now pressed at my hole, he started to push it back inside me, and I was thankful it didn't hurt as much this time.

It felt great having his cock back in my ass, and he liked it being there too, as he started thrusting a bit harder.

"Fuck! Your ass feels great wrapped around my cock! I'm gonna fuck you so good!" Adam groaned as he grabbed my hips and started thrusting his cock faster and deeper in and out of my hole. "Fuck yeah. Take my big dick. I'm gonna blow deep in your ass, man."

"Fuck, Adam, not so hard!" I whined. He didn't respond and just kept pounding me, and it was obvious he was going to keep fucking me incessantly, despite my plea of discomfort. 

All I could do was continue to take his cock in me; he was in control, and he was using my body to pleasure himself. At that moment I was just a tight hole for him to use to get off, and those thoughts aroused me even more, made the discomfort worth it, and I closed my eyes and moaned louder than I think I ever had before.

"Oh fuck, Alex, so tight!"

Alex? He just moaned the name of another buddy of ours. Alex was the same age as us, a jock, and had a typical jock body; muscular from playing sports and working out. He had huge biceps and always sported a pretty big bulge. His face was pretty nice to look at, too. But why would my straight friend moan the name of another guy while he was using my hole just to get off? It didn't make sense for him to be thinking about him, or any guy, just then.

"You should get your cock sucked," Adam panted as he continued to ram in and out of my ass.

As I went to open my mouth to tell him that I'd rather he keep fucking me, I heard another voice say, "Yeah, you're right, I should."

All Male Fiction: Hard at Work

By: xxxadamw & Ryan Michaels

 

 

As warehouse supervisor, Martin had a small office hidden in the back of the warehouse. He liked the opportunities it gave him to think without distraction. Sometimes it was work that occupied his mind, but today his thoughts were focused on last night's hot hookup.

Martin was thirty-two years old, stood six foot tall, had a medium build and a seven-inch cut cock, and was versatile. These are all things he listed in his profile on a gay cruising site, along with a face pic and a picture of his hard cock. The guy had found Martin's profile and suggested a meet. Martin massaged the front of his pants as he recalled the enthusiasm of the inexperienced student and his impressive eight-and-a-half inch uncut cock.

As Martin contemplated the student's oversized rock solid rod his own grew stiffer, requiring more attention from his hand. His erection was now clearly visible, the crowning feature of his prominent bulge, and Martin could feel his pre-cum moistening his cockhead and underwear.

A cough startled him.

Standing in front of him was a smartly dressed man of about twenty-five with a slightly sheepish look. The door had obviously not been completely closed and Martin's visitor had clearly seen him playing with himself.

The stranger introduced himself. "Hello. I'm Mr. Simmons from the auditors."

Martin looked the auditor over. He stood about 5' 8", with mousy brown hair - probably only a couple of years out of college. He hoped that this young guy would be too embarrassed to mention anything about what he had just seen.

Martin introduced himself and then said, "I wasn't informed about an audit," as his eyes lingered on the man's crotch for a moment, which didn't go unnoticed by the auditor.

"We like to make surprise visits," the auditor replied with a smile and then finished with, "Although it looks like I was the one that got a surprise this time," as he shut the door behind him. "I don't want to interrupt what you were working on, though," he said as he closed the blinds. "So is there anything I can give you a hand with before we get started with the audit?"

All Male True Experience: My First Orgy

By: STUDDDD

 

 

Last week, I was invited to an all-male sex party. It took place in the basement of a private home, (complete with indoor pool and Jacuzzi – the host was obviously well-off), which was laid end to end with mattresses. I arrived sometime after ten, and about thirty-five guys had already shown up and blowjobs were everywhere! I'm an aggressive type so it didn't take long for me to get naked and start to mingle amongst the crowd of horny men.

It wasn't long before I got mixed up with a hung Latino stud that sported the hardest cock I'd ever seen - stuck straight out with a huge head on it, and it never went soft! I sucked him off while he blew another guy… wanted and got my face covered with his cum!

With a nice face-full of hot cum, I moved on to the indoor pool area, some guys frolicking in the water, others getting their cocks sucked on the pool's edge.

All Male Fiction: An Unwilling Cocksucker (Part 1)

"Jacked"

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

It was around midnight when Ryan finally left the office to head home. He was up for a big promotion, one that hinged on how well his presentation went the next day, which was what had kept him there so late. Tired, he was eager to get home to his wife and to get some long-overdue rest.

As he stood fumbling with his keys in the underground parking garage of his office complex, he didn't even notice anyone coming up behind him until he heard someone say, "Hey you!"

Turning around, he was faced with three teenage boys of about eighteen, one of them holding a gun, which was pointed right at him.

"Give us all your money!" the one holding the gun demanded.

There were security cameras, but the garage was only used for the office complex, and there was no security on duty at that time of night. So, with a gun in his face and no chance of intervention, Ryan complied and handed over his wallet.

"Now your cell phone!" he ordered.

Ryan complied again.

"Now hand over the keys!" he demanded, putting his hand out.

Giving over his cell phone and wallet was one thing, he only had about thirty dollars in his wallet, and credit cards could be replaced, so could his cell phone, but his car? He'd just bought it, his very first new car. He was still paying for it.

Ryan looked the three boys over. Despite being teenagers, all three had fairly muscular builds. The twenty-eight-year-old was in good shape himself, hitting the gym several times a week, and thought that he could distract them and take control of the situation.

"Here, take them," Ryan said and extended his hand to offer up his keys. When the guy with the gun went to take them, Ryan let them drop to the ground.

"Pick them up!" the thug demanded.

Ryan bent down to pick them up, and, as he began to straighten back up, he grabbed for the gun. A struggle ensued and then Ryan felt the gun crack him in the head, causing him to fall to his knees, stunned and gasping for air.

Disoriented and with his head hung, he felt a hand latch firmly onto his arm and another grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up. The one with the gun was standing in front of him, still pointing the deadly weapon at him. He smirked at Ryan, and Ryan felt that he was about to die.

"Please, just take my car and let me go!" he pleaded. "I won't tell anyone about this, I promise!"

The gunman smiled at him. "No, I think you still have more to give us," he said lowering the gun.

Ryan didn't understand. They had his money, his cell phone, and his car, he had nothing else to give them. However, just seconds later he fully understood what else they wanted as he watched in horror as the teen thug with the gun unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 1)

By: Lucas Miller

 

 

 

I had known Josh since we were in grade school. We were the best of friends and inseparable at that time. When I was twelve he moved to Virginia and we would only see each other once a year after that. We continued to be great friends, writing to each other and calling when we were allowed, and more recently, e-mailing each other.

When we did visit one another, I was struck by the physical changes that took place as the years went by. I remembered that he was a thin kid at twelve. He had dark hair, green eyes, and olive skin. He was always active and popular with everyone that crossed his path. Now, nearly seven years later, he was still thin, but not gangly. I could tell that he was involved in athletics, as he appeared to have no body fat and nicely formed muscles on his arms.

I hadn't seen Josh at this point for about a year and a half. I had asked him to come to my graduation party, but he had gone to California with his parents for his own graduation present. We had tried to get together since, but with college starting, it was more difficult. When I learned that I would have an early spring break, I called him and suggested I hang out with him at his college during that week. He agreed and the arrangements were made.

I arrived late in the evening and Josh met me outside his dorm. We hugged each other and headed up to his room. We weren't alone; his roommate, Marc, was sitting at his desk reading.

Josh introduced us. "This is my roommate Marc, and Marc, this is my best friend Adam."

"Nice to meet you," Marc smiled broadly as he shook my hand.

"You, too," I replied.

"I've got big plans for tonight," Josh said to me. "There's this huge party right off-campus. There are tons of people I want you to meet."

"Sounds good to me." I looked around the room for a place to set my stuff.

"Oh, bad news. You're gonna have to sleep on the floor. You can use my sleeping bag if you want."

"No problem."

"You can use my bed," Marc said.

"No, the floor is fine." Marc was smiling again and I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Well, we should get ready for the party," Josh suggested as he started gathering his bathroom stuff. "Do you need a shower?"

"Probably a good idea. It's been a long trip."

"And you smell like hell, too." Josh slapped me on the back and laughed. "Let's get that foul smell off of you."

I got a change of clothes and followed him to the community showers. I'm not sure what got me going, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Josh. He removed his shirt, revealing a hairless stomach and chest. He appeared to be working out. He was trim and well-defined. I felt nervous for some reason, and thoughts of seeing him naked excited me. He removed his jeans, standing only in his boxers and socks.

"You planning on taking a shower in your clothes?" Josh laughed.

That shook me out of my daze, but my dick was starting to get hard. "I guess I'm just a little tired."

He laughed. "Whatever you say." With that, he pulled his boxers off and quickly turned away. I only got a glimpse of his cock. It seemed to be about four inches limp, and his balls hung low.

I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist to hide my semi-erect prick. What was happening? This was my best friend. He wasn't gay… and I wasn't gay. Was I?

I stayed in the shower until my semi-erection had subsided. Thankfully, there were individual stalls and I could hide behind the curtain.

When I was done I dried off in the shower stall and wrapped the towel around my waist just in case I had a sudden pop-up. Josh was already out of the shower and sitting completely naked on one of the benches. On the one hand, I admired the way he just sat there without shame, while on the other I wished he would get dressed so that I wouldn't be distracted.

I groaned as my cock reacted to my friend sitting with his legs spread apart giving me a clear view of his cock and balls. It looked bigger than I had thought earlier.

My clothes were beside him, so there wasn't any way to avoid him. I turned away from him so that my back was to him, but if someone were to pass by they would definitely see my growing dick.

Wouldn't you know it… someone did. Marc passed by us wearing only a towel. He smiled at me, glanced down at my cock, then at Josh. His smile got a little bigger.

Josh suddenly spoke. "Take a look at this." I turned my head. He pointed to his toe where blood was trickling onto the floor.

"What happened?" I turned completely around forgetting my half hard-on.

"I don't know. I guess I cut it on something."

"Well, it's really bleeding." I squatted down and put my towel on the bleeding toe to apply pressure. "Does it hurt?" I looked up at him realizing I was almost eye-level to his cock. I swallowed hard. I thought I saw it move slightly.

"Not really," he replied. His eyes dropped briefly from my eyes to my crotch and I felt nervous again. He then lifted his foot and lightly caressed my balls.

I gasped and my cock twitched.

"Sorry, buddy." He lowered his foot again.

I couldn't answer. I glanced at his cock and it was semi-erect now. Maybe he was feeling what I was feeling. I thought I would test it.

I put one hand on his knee while I continued to apply pressure to his toe. "How does that feel?" I asked while spreading my fingers to stretch out against his thigh.

"Good." He looked around. Except for Marc, who was in the showers, we were alone. He raised his good foot again and kept it at my balls. He slowly moved it under them, touching them gently.

My cock was now completely hard.

"Boy have you grown," he smiled. He took his foot and ran it over my cock. I thought I was going to explode.

My hand moved closer to his cock and he too was hard. I found his balls and held them in my hand. I moaned and increased the motion of his foot on my dick.

"We have to hurry," he said. "Marc will be right back."

All Male True Experience: Supermarket Meat

By: Dermotmalone1

 

 

 

I first saw him in the supermarket of all places. He was standing at the Deli counter and his back was to me. I couldn't help but notice how well he filled out the jeans he was wearing. He had a nice firm round ass. He stood around 5'10 and was nice and lean without being skinny. His hair was cut short, not buzzed, but very short.

I didn't want to seem obvious or look like a pervert so I just walked around and got a glimpse of his face. He was cute, and although I wouldn't call him drop-dead gorgeous he had an air of sexuality about him. Trying not to be obvious, I tried to check out his package but his coat was covering most of it. I knew he saw me looking at him but he didn't give me any signals whether he was interested or not. So I just got my deli order and continued my shopping.

Standing in the frozen food aisle, I saw him coming towards me. This time his coat was undone which gave me a good view of his package. All I can say is that he filled out his jeans nicely. He stopped a few feet from where I was standing and proceeded to pick out some frozen items. This time our eyes met, however, he didn't respond in a way that led me to believe he was interested.

After paying for my groceries I proceeded to the exit. As I was approaching the doors we came face to face again. By now my cock was getting hard, and I motioned for him to go in front of me and stared at his ass as he walked out to the parking lot.

I got to my car and loaded my groceries into the trunk. Then, just as I was opening the door to get in my car, another car pulled up beside mine and a voice called out, "Get everything you wanted?"

I turned and saw the guy I had been cruising sitting in the car. My mouth went dry but I managed to respond, "Not everything."

Rubbing his cock through his jeans he then said, "Is this what you were looking for?"

I was really taken aback by this but looked directly at his crotch and nodded.

All Male Fiction: Workout Buddies

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Straight Fiction: Cum Party

By: Many Feathers

 

 

 

It wasn't something I would normally even consider doing. But when Brad came over one evening to watch the game with me, he mentioned that he had recently participated in a wild little evening with several other guys and two women. Knowing Brad as well as I did, I wasn't too surprised - he was always telling me about this or that, some conquest he'd recently had, or some girl he'd met in a bar who had given him a blowjob in the men's room or something. But I had to admit, as I listened to his story, though it was pretty wild and far-fetched in my mind, it certainly was interesting.

"Listen Mike, I'm not pulling your leg here," he told me. "One of the guys I work with told me he'd gone there himself. So the following weekend he invited me along, and I went with him, and sure enough it was just like he said."

"So how does this all work?" I asked skeptically.

"We have this email address, you email them and tell them you're interested in attending the party. You have to send a current photo I.D. of yourself, and some guy then checks that against you when you show up at the door. If he's satisfied, he lets you in. They only accept like a dozen guys at a time, so it's almost on a first come first serve sort of basis."

"First cum is right," I laughed still thinking the whole idea was crazy.

"Anyway, if you're approved, they send back an email giving you the date and time and room number of whatever motel or hotel it is they're staying at. Once you get that you just show up."

"And they're not charging anyone to do this?" I asked once again.

"Nope! Seriously, the two women just get off on all this, and do it just about every weekend, just for fun. And trust me, when I went, it was fun! A little kinky in some ways, perhaps, but damn fun!"

"So tell me what happened and what you did when you went," I said becoming a bit more curious and interested now.

"Well, the two girls basically put on a show for the guys, though it's obvious they're really enjoying it. But you can touch them or fuck them whenever you want while this is all going on. You have to wear a condom of course."

"That's nice to know."

"Yeah, but the main reason for all this is they want you to cum on them when you do. Not in the condoms, so if you're ready to pop they want you to tell them. That's basically the whole point of doing this, for them. They really get off on that. It can get pretty messy, especially with a dozen guys there, but that's the whole point I guess. Like I said, it gets pretty wild."

"I don't know Brad, I can certainly see you going and doing something like this, but not too sure about myself, especially with a bunch of other guys standing around as well."

He laughed at that. "Yeah, I wondered about that myself, but after you're there and see these two girls going at it, then you sort of put the rest of all that in the background and it doesn't really matter anymore. And besides, both women are actually pretty attractive, good looks, nice tits, and put on a pretty good show with one another, and obviously enjoy it when they do."

I thought about it, and then gave in, my curiosity and dick getting the better of me. "Ok, go ahead and tell them we're interested," I told him. He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Already did. Friday night, 8 o'clock, room 431!"