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: 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 Nude Beach (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

Read Part 1

"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.

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 3)

By: Lucas Miller

Read Part 2 | Read Part 1

Josh had to go to class later in the afternoon. Although I had hoped we would stay in bed all day, it was also nice to spend some time alone. I reflected over the events of the past two days. I smiled at the memory of Josh and me in the showers starting our fun together. Then there was the pleasurable blowjob I had given to Carl behind the garage. Then, of course, there was Marc. My heart raced at the thought of him wearing my underwear, his mouth on my cock, and the wonderful sensation of his ass surrounding my dick as I fucked him.

Marc was the first and only guy I had fucked. But even before we'd had sex I felt a different kind of attraction to him. I hoped that he wasn't upset about Josh and me spending the morning together. I wanted to stay close with Marc… I wanted to continue to see him. I wondered if Josh would mind including him in our sexual play. They had fucked too, so why not?

All of this passed through my mind as I showered. The showers were quite busy, but I was oblivious to those around me. When I had finished I returned to Josh's room and dressed. I thought that I would spend a couple of hours exploring the campus. Before leaving, however, I noticed that Marc's computer was on. I went over to see if I could access it to check my e-mail. Luckily, he didn't have his computer password protected.

When I opened the browser, out of curiosity I checked his bookmarks and found some gay sites. Towards the end of his bookmark list was a page titled "My Blog". I clicked on it, and what loaded was an online journal Marc had been keeping. There was a list of entries, with the first one dated over two years ago. He had been in high school then.

It felt wrong violating Marc's privacy, but curiosity had the better of me, and I clicked on the first entry. It began with: "A new life began today…"

I was worried that Marc might come in while I was reading this, so I hit the print key and watched as page after page after page came out of the printer. It took nearly fifteen minutes to print the entire journal. When it was finally done, I closed the site, then deleted my browsing history so Marc wouldn't know I had accessed his journal. After gathering up the pile of papers, I put them in my knapsack and, without even bothering to check my email, I left the room.

I found out right away that the campus was in constant motion. There were so many people around that it was impossible to find a quiet place to sit and read Marc's journal. In the end I decided to go to the library to find a private corner.

On the first floor nearly all the chairs were filled, so I went to the elevator and took it to the sixth floor. There were fewer people there and I found a relatively private place to sit. I say relatively because I was probably about twenty feet from a couple who were studying together, mixed with some giggling on the girl's part when her boyfriend would whisper things in her ear and touch her. But I wasn't going to find any better place to sit.

I pulled the journal out of my knapsack and started to read it:

A new life began today. I have spent my life in near isolation, keeping others away from me, preferring to be alone. My dating experience is slim. I have kissed only two girls and I am almost seventeen. I have never touched a girl's boobs or had sex with a girl. Strangely, I never even think about it. It's not that I am disgusted by sex or girls, but having sex with the girls I know doesn't seem comfortable to me. I thought one day I would get comfortable with girls, but it hasn't happened. I think I found out why, today.

I know I am taking a chance writing about this and putting it online. Although I know the Internet is so vast that the likelihood of someone stumbling upon my blog is very small (It's not like I advertise it, give the URL to people or share it), I still know I am taking a risk of exposing myself to my classmates and family. I suppose if this does happen it would be a good way to let those who are close to me know who I really am.

So, my life truly started today. It totally happened by accident (I think). I had been sick yesterday and had forgotten to get an assignment from Mr. Morgan, my English teacher. After school I remembered the missed assignment and went back to his classroom. It was empty, but I heard movement coming from Mr. Morgan's office, which is connected at the back of the room.

I made my way toward it. The door was closed, but not completely. There was a small crack between the door and door jam. I peered in and saw Mr. Morgan digging through the bottom of his desk drawer. His back was to me. I was going to knock, but the way he was searching made me a little curious as to what he was looking for. I decided to wait until he found it, then I would go in.

Finally, Mr. Morgan pulled out a magazine from far back in the drawer. He opened it up and began leafing through it. As he did this he turned his chair to the side so that he was partially facing me. I could clearly see his face. He was smiling and licking his lips.

Mr. Morgan is a pretty cool teacher. He gives us a lot of work, but is always cool about grading. No one ever failed his class. He is also pretty good looking for a guy in his thirties. He has short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a trim body. It was strangely exciting watching him without his knowledge. I was able to really look him over.

Then he held up the magazine and I could see the cover. It had a man in a leather outfit standing next to another guy in what looked like a ski mask. The man in leather held a chain that ended at a collar around the other guy's neck. It was a gay magazine!

I couldn't believe Mr. Morgan was gay. This was a good piece of gossip, but I realized I didn't have anyone I would really tell it to. I continued to watch.

Mr. Morgan was rubbing the front of his dress pants. He set the magazine down and opened his zipper. He pulled his dick out of his pants through his opened zipper, and it was hard! I was stunned by how long and thick his dick was. It had to be at least eight inches long. Much bigger than mine. And there he was moving his hand over it.

What surprised me the most was that my own dick was now hard in my pants. I wanted to pull mine out, too, but I had books in my hand and was afraid to move for fear of him hearing me. So I stayed still and just watched.

As I read Marc's words I started to become aroused. Although I was far enough from the giggling couple, I thought it would be best to be alone. I located the men's room and went inside. It was empty, so I took the last stall. I pulled down my pants and sat down on the toilet. I continued to read:

Mr. Morgan was beginning to sweat and moan. My dick was doing its best to tear through my underwear and jeans. It hurt like hell and I had to release it from its confines. As quietly as I could, I stepped back and set my books down on a desk in the last row. I moved just as quietly back to the door.

Mr. Morgan's hand was moving quickly over his hard dick now. I unzipped my jeans, reached inside and pulled out my own dick. I began copying his every motion. When he slowed down, I slowed down. When he quickened his pace, I followed. When he began pulling at his balls, I started pulling at my balls.

My own cock was rock hard now and I started to imagine Marc's encounter with his teacher. I anticipated Marc's next move, hoping he would storm into the room and suck Mr. Morgan's cock. I read on:

I could tell Mr. Morgan was getting close to cumming. His moaning was getting a little louder and he was starting to grunt a little. Then a long string of cum flew from his dick and landed on the floor. Another smaller glob landed on his pants. The rest ran down the side of his dick.

I also started to cum. Most of it ended up in my hand, but some remained on my dick. I had never done it before, but with no other option, I ate the cum from my hand and then wiped my hands on the back of my jeans before stuffing my dick back into them and zipping up.

Quietly, I went back over to where I had laid my books and picked them up. Moving back to the outside of his office, I waited until he had put his dick back in his pants, then I knocked on the door.

He greeted me pleasantly, but with noticeable nervousness. I asked for my assignments and he got them together quickly. As he was doing it I noticed the magazine still on his desk. He caught me looking at it and his eyes got wide. I just smiled at him, and then he handed me the assignments. "Thanks, Mr. Morgan," I said, took another glance down at the magazine and then left his office and his classroom.

This was the end of the first entry. I flipped through a few more of the pages and saw Mr. Morgan's name throughout several of them. I hoped there was more to their encounter.

I was going to jerk off, but I heard someone come in. Whomever they were, they moved down toward my stall and ended up right on the other side of the door. They stayed there for a few seconds, then went to the stall right before mine. It was very odd. It was only then, drawing my eyes away from my reading material for the first time that I noticed a hole in the wall of the stall where the toilet paper holder should have been.

Moments later a half-hard dick poked through it. "You want to suck this?" the guy whispered.

All Male True Experience: School of Cock

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

All Male True Experience: Pubic Librarian

By: bookworm71

 

  

By the time I, a then twenty-three-year-old librarian fresh out of grad school, came up from the staff room to do my stint at the circulation desk I was already horny from reading an erotic gay novel on my break. The situation was made worse when, from the vantage point of the circulation desk, I could see down the length of the reference room, under one of the heavy oak tables, and straight into the lap of the young stud who sat there.

By the books he and his girlfriend had toted in I could tell that they were college sophomores. I could also tell that the boy was horny as a cockle-bur, as he kept trying to put his arm around the girl, but she kept ducking, and every time he tried to kiss her she'd turn her head, giving him a mouthful of frizzy blonde hair. He kept jiggling his legs nervously, and every once in a while he'd reach down and give his cock a furtive, loving squeeze. I could also see that he had a raging hard-on.

Watching that young stud grope himself would have driven me half-crazy with lust if I'd let it. Instead, I distracted myself as best I could, checking books in, and checking them out.

A chair's leg scraping on linoleum recalled my attention to the reference-room duo. The boy had stood up, in an odd posture so the girl wouldn't see his excitement, and he was saying something to her. Then, pocketing his hands to hide his boner, he marched right past me, headed for the men's room.

I knew what he'd do once he got there. Any normal, red-blooded American male would do the same. He might really need to piss, but once he'd wrapped his fingers around that bone-stiff slab of fuck-flesh he wouldn't let go until he'd jerked off that big load churning in his balls. I was willing to bet on it. And, horny as I was, I was ready to risk my job to get next to that hot boy while he milked off his horny meat. Who knows, maybe he'll need a hand… or a hot, sucking mouth. It's not like I had never done that type of thing in the library washroom before, so it was a possibility.

I hollered at Paul, the guy we'd hired to put away books and told him to watch the desk while I took a washroom break. Then, as quickly as discretion allowed, I nipped downstairs to the public men's room.

I heard the slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh the minute I creaked open the door. There were two stalls in the place, one of them occupied. When the door had swung closed behind me I bent over and looked under. I could see the college boy's faded jeans atop his high-topped basketball shoes and could hear his belt jiggle as he beat his meat, now with swifter, quieter strokes. My own cock throbbed in my gray flannels as l realized how right I'd been. Now, if I could only be right about his needing some help with his rigid young dick.

I sauntered into the stall next to his, blessing as I did so our saintly (gay) janitor, who, far from boarding up the glory hole between the two booths, maintained it scrupulously with Bon Ami and fresh paint. Rumor had it he'd bored it himself, and it certainly looked like a professional job (no rough edges); but I hadn't caught him at it so I can't really say.

The point is that there was this hole, a good three inches in diameter, in the wall between the two stalls. If I was careful I'd at least get a look at the boy's cock. If I played my cards right, before too long he'd be standing with his belly plastered against the other side of that partition while I chowed down on the stiff inches he'd slipped through the hole.

I dropped my pants and sat down on the black, hard-rubber toilet seat. Leaning in towards the partition, I bent slowly forward until I could peep cautiously through the hole and got my first glimpse of what the college boy had between his legs: a fairly large, thick, cut cock. Pre-cum oozed from the slit in its purplish head, which he was using to lubricate the smooth, pink shaft as he quietly stroked.

He had leaned well back on the toilet, affording me a perfect view of his groin. His hairy, muscular thighs fanned in and out with the motion of his right hand. His left hand toyed with his balls, rolling them between long fingers like a pair of enormous worry beads.

I risked leaning far enough forward to get a look at his face. Handsome at worst, he looked even hotter now with his sensuous mouth hanging open, face flushed, eyes closed, thinking of what… his girlfriend? I started to masturbate myself, slowly and quietly at first, gradually picking up speed and volume. Pretty soon I was going ninety-to-nothing. The tiled restroom echoed with the sound of fist scraping flesh.

He followed suit, made more daring by the sounds of my masturbation and the few low moans I ventured. I knew he was turned on by it, too, by the novelty and forbiddingness of two guys jerking off next to each other. In time he uttered a little groan of his own.

At that point I knew I had him hooked. In a whisper, scarcely audible, I asked him, "Need some help with that thing, buddy?"

A pause ensued, so long a pause that for a horrible moment I suspected that I'd made a mistake, that horny as he was, the young college stud was not going to accept my advances. But as my heart raced and I was contemplating getting out of there quick, he responded.

"Yeah," he said. His voice sounded strangled, like he was having trouble getting the word out.

I crooked a finger through the glory hole. "Put it through and I'll suck it for you," I said.

There was another pause and I thought I'd lost him, expecting him to bolt at any second.

"I dunno," he finally quavered. "Maybe I better just beat off."

"Suit yourself," I said. The difficulty of trying to sound nonchalant almost made my voice quiver, too, but I managed to keep it under control. "You ever had a blowjob?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"From a guy?"

"Nah, just my girlfriend."

"She ever deep-throat it for you?"

"Nah, she just kinda puts her mouth over the head and sucks on it while she jacks me off."

"No offense to her, but that's no blowjob. A real blowjob is when they take it all down their throat, you know, like the way you do her cunt, cramming your dick in until it's all in, right up to the balls."

He groaned quietly at my description.

"Why don't you let me show you what a real one feels like?"

Yet another pause, then he said, "Sure, why not." You could hear the shrug in his voice. He stood up, turned to face the partition, and moved towards me.

For my money there's no more beautiful sight than a hot cock coming at you through a glory hole. This one was particularly beautiful, and straight in all senses of the word. This was one cock I was going to relish closing my greedy lips around.

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.

All Male Fiction: A New Found Glory

By: Jack S. & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

My nerves were getting edgy as I waited. I'd been here a number of times before, so I knew the two booths this porn store provided for viewing were very active and, with luck, someone would show up at any moment to help me out. I was horny. I mean really horny! I knew I needed a good blowjob to feel better. The wait was aggravating, but anticipation kept me hard and leaking.

The glory hole I was sitting next to was very large, very easy to look through. Remembering the first blowjob I got here, my first blowjob ever had kept me coming back for more. That first time, I'd barely had a chance to unzip my jeans and slide them down when the guy in the next booth began sliding his finger back and forth along the bottom of the glory hole, beckoning enticingly. The boldly printed words SHOW HARD FOR BLOWJOB above the hole, made his intentions clear. Instantly, I knew what he wanted me to do. Instantly, I became hard as a rock.

"Let me suck it, kid," he had whispered hoarsely, his mouth right in the big hole. His lips were large and moist, well-formed and masculine. He looked like a very big guy. It intrigued me that he wanted to suck a cock. I allowed my erection to display itself.

"Oh! Man! What a cock! And it's uncut, too!" he sighed, loudly, excited by the sight of my erection. "I like 'em big and uncut, kid. C'mon, shove it through the hole! I'll take care of that for you! You'll see. You'll like it! C'mon! I want it! Let me suck it!"

With some hesitation, wanting to do it and yet not wanting to do it at the same time, I stood, turned, aimed my cock for the hole, and slowly poked it through. Before the knob was fully into the hole, it was in his eager mouth.

Incredible heat and moisture captured my cockhead in the soft tissues of his mouth and caused me to swell to aching stiffness. His tongue swirled knowingly through my ample foreskin while sucking pressures grew intense. I had not been able to imagine what a blowjob would actually feel like when guys had talked about them, but the sensations I was now experiencing as this expert cocksucker sucked and slowly sank my cock into his throat were mind-boggling.

Pushing to get every inch of it into the incredible heat and suction, I rose up onto the balls of my feet and thrust my hips forward. He hummed and reached out, encircling my big sac with a large fist. The touch lifted me to orgasm and, without thinking about whether or not he wanted me to ejaculate in his mouth, I blasted off into the most spectacular series of cum-spurts of my young life. It was so much better than all the jacking off I had done! At eighteen, I was at the peak of potency, so I filled him up as he swallowed spurt after wonderful spurt, taking every bit of it.

Now, a few weeks later, sitting on the cold metal chair in the booth, I realized that I had been comparing all the other blowjobs I'd been getting here to that first, really spectacular one. I guess that's normal when the first one is so good. The others were good, too, but I quickly discovered that talent and enthusiasm were not universal characteristics shared by every cocksucker, so I kept hoping I'd run into that first guy again, but, so far, no luck.

A noise interrupted my thoughts. Someone was opening the door to the other booth. I held my breath as I watched through the hole, and the sturdy frame of an athlete filled my field of vision. He was wearing only skimpy running shorts and a small cut-off tank-top which exposed his washboard midriff. Muscles flashed at me, making me feel flush.

Unembarrassed about being spied on, the guy slipped down his shorts and sort of strutted in place, showing off a real surprise package: his amazingly bulging jock pouch, which he displayed proudly, turning and preening, showing me every erotic angle. He then pushed down the jockstrap, too. His very large cock dangled over a giant set of balls. This guy was hung! He had to be at least nine and a half inches to my seven and a half! And he faced the glory hole exposing himself to me as I stared in awe.

I felt disappointment mixed with arousal. He was probably here to get a blowjob, I reasoned, just like me. A few times the guy in the next booth was there to get a blowjob, not to give one, and I had cleared out. And I was almost certain no macho athlete like this guy would suck cock. But, as he sat down, I was hoping he'd slide a finger along the rim of the glory hole like the first guy had.

"How ya doin'?" he whispered in at me as he leaned down to look up at me through the large glory hole. "Man, that's some prime piece of meat you're playin' with there," he added, staring at my fist-wrapped cock.

I was struck by how handsome he was, as well as by his compliment since his cock was so much bigger than my own. I grinned, not knowing what to say.

He grinned back. "Want some?" he whispered excitedly.

I nodded, thinking it was an invitation for me to stand and deliver.

But before I could move, he stood. His cock looked completely erect already and, aiming it with a single finger, he slid it through the hole, letting it go as it came through to my side and sprang to rigid attention.

It stood there, vibrating lustily, pointing up at the ceiling. It was inches from my face. It looked magnificent! It looked as good as my own… better! It throbbed in the soft lighting and looked perfect. The head was extremely fat and puffy, with huge contoured flanges. And his big balls were up so tight against the wide base of the big weapon that I knew, instinctively, from my own experience, he had not had an orgasm in a while. He was ready. His cock was ready!

"Suck it!" he demanded huskily.

All Male Fiction: Security Hole

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

Based on the popularity of "Birthday Surprise" at time of posting, 

I wrote this story with a similar theme. Enjoy. ~Ryan 

 

 

As a security guard on the graveyard shift at the local hospital, part of Evan's job was to do security checks throughout the entire building. As he made his rounds, Evan had initially walked into the men's room for no other reason than to take a leak. But as he gave his rod a couple of shakes after draining his bladder, he felt that familiar tingle and thought about whether or not he should jerk it off while he was there.

That thought lasted only about a second as his hand almost absent-mindedly began to slowly work his cock. He wasn't the least bit worried about doing it in a washroom at work, let alone right at the urinal, despite the fact that it was a public washroom used by both visitors and staff.

The reason for his lack of concern over being caught in the act of self-pleasure while at work was simple: this particular washroom was in an older part of the building, a part of the building that was currently under renovation. Due to this, the number of male visitors using that particular washroom had greatly declined, and that was during the day. It was the middle of the night now. There was no staff working in the area at night and, obviously, no visitors in the area, either.

With no concerns of being caught and the knowledge that he wouldn't be missed, as staff simply called his phone if they needed him rather than coming to look for him, he began to think about that hot nurse that worked on the fourth floor, imaging what his cock would feel like shoved deep inside her pussy. That got him hard almost immediately… not that it ever took him very long to get hard anyway.

As he began to work his now hard cock at a steady rhythm, he started to get that feeling like someone was watching him. He shrugged it off, chalking it up to being in an old, dingy, eerily quiet washroom in the middle of the night. But the feeling remained, got stronger. He looked over his left shoulder and then his right. No one was there. Of course, he knew no one would be.

As he quietly laughed out loud to himself over how jumpy he was acting, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He immediately turned his head to the left and saw a round hole about the size of a doughnut in the wooden divider that enclosed the toilet stall. It was at crotch level. Evan knew exactly what it was, and was surprised he hadn't seen it until this moment. He knew it was never there before when the washroom was used much more before the renovations. But he didn't have time to go over why he hadn't noticed it when he'd walked in, or when it was put there, for through the hole he could see an eye, unblinking and staring hard.

All Male True Experience: A Glory-ous Discovery

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

All Male Fiction: Matman's Meat

By: jockcock4jockass

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Male Fiction: Birthday Surprise

By: Ryan Michaels

It was my buddy's twenty-second birthday, and I had a birthday present for him that he wouldn't soon forget. At least I wouldn't.

Ty and I had known each other for years. We met in ninth grade, and our friendship continued even after we graduated high school. In fact, he was my best friend then, and now, and I was his. We knew everything about each other… well, almost everything. Ty didn't know two things about me. One was that I was bisexual. As far as he knew, I was as straight as he was, and I played the game well. The other thing he didn't know was that almost from the moment I met him I had dreamt about seeing, and even sucking, his cock. I'd shot many loads over the years thinking about such things.

The party I had planned for my buddy was going to be a surprise. We had some mutual friends, and I also had his brother contact some of his other friends. Some of the guys were bringing their girlfriends along, and some of the girls were bringing their boyfriends, so there were going to be a lot of people there.

It was being held at a friend's house that was away on business, who had been generous enough to let me hold the party there. My place wasn't very suitable as I rented the top floor of a house and the landlords lived on the main floor. I didn't think they'd appreciate the loud music and people partying above their heads. In fact, I knew they wouldn't. My friend's detached house was perfect, and a design aspect of it – as well as a recent delivery – gave me the idea for what I was going to give Ty for his birthday.

All Male Fiction: Service While You Wait

By: Anthony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Male True Experience: Mouth Gang Bang

By: slavetothedick

Hey guys, I wanted to tell you about a hot time I had last weekend. I am gay, and while I like doing all the regular sex stuff with guys, what I like most is sucking cock. My username says it all: slavetothedick. And I am just that.

I usually go to the baths when I want to suck some cock, and I usually always find at least one to suck before I leave. On this night I went late, after the bar, and the place was busy! I knew I would be getting some cock to suck for sure.