BateBook Shorts - All Male Fiction: Caught in the Act

 By: Ryan Michaels

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

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

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

BateBook Shorts - All Male True Experience: Private Practice

By: Unknown Author

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Lucas joined the swim team two weeks into the season. As the team captain, I arrived early to help him catch up before the other members arrived. When he arrived wearing swim trunks instead of the required practice Speedo, I provided him with a spare from the locker room.

When Lucas took unusually long to change, I went back to the locker room to check on him and found him turning side to side in front of the mirror. The reason quickly became obvious when my eyes dropped to his Speedo, which was stretched to its absolute limits by a huge bulge.

"Whoa," I blurted, "I think you need a bigger Speedo. You're about ready to bust out of that one."

Lucas chuckled, continuing to admire his reflection from various angles. "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing."

"Yeah, that one's definitely too small for you," I remarked, grabbing a larger size and tossing it to him.

Without hesitation, he slipped out of the first Speedo right in front of me. My gaze naturally drifted to his crotch, and I couldn't help but stare at the size of his cock and balls—his soft cock hung long, and his balls were egg-sized! As he maneuvered into the larger swimsuit, subtle movements left him semi-erect, with the tip poking out the top.

All Male Fiction: Hello Friend

By: Ryan Michaels

A fictional piece based on a real experience.

Ryan felt a familiar hum of nervousness as he heard the doorbell ring. It was Liam.

​Liam was Ryan's next-door neighbor. He was twenty-five and possessed a casual, easy-going charisma that had captivated Ryan for quite some time now.

Ryan had a bunch of stuff he was trying to get rid of, some of which he thought Liam might be interested in, and that is why Liam was dropping by.

​"Hey, Ryan!" Liam said, stepping through the door with a friendly grin.

​"Hey," Ryan replied. "Thanks for coming by. The stuff is all in the other room. Follow me."

Ryan gestured at the big pile of boxes stacked in the corner. "Take a look through everything and take whatever you want," Ryan offered.

"Thanks," Liam replied as he moved over to the corner.

​As Liam looked through the pile of boxes, his eyes soon caught a small, framed piece of text art sitting on the bookshelf next to the boxes. It read: Masturbation is more fun with a friend. And right below it, in smaller letters: Hello, friend! ​Liam paused, staring at the frame. Without looking away, he murmured, "Hello, friend."

​Ryan blinked, caught off guard. "Sorry, what?"

​Liam chuckled, turning toward him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The sign."

​Ryan let out a slightly awkward laugh. It was partly an inside joke with himself because Ryan was a chronic masturbator. He had totally forgotten it was even there.

"Right! Yeah, that. A buddy gave that to me as a gag gift," Ryan lied. He had actually made it himself. "I just thought it was funny to keep up."

​Liam’s expression shifted, his smile fading into something more contemplative. He looked at the sign, then back at Ryan, his gaze lingering. "Oh, too bad," Liam said softly. "I thought it was legit."

​Ryan felt his heart pound in his chest. The air in the room suddenly felt very thick. "Legit?"

​Liam stepped closer. "Yeah. I saw the sign, and I guess I was hoping it was an invitation.”

Ryan gulped and took a breath, meeting Liam’s eyes. Was this really happening? Could Liam, his young, seemingly straight neighbor, really want to do this? Was he going to get to see Liam's cock, his hard cock? Or was it some cruel, convoluted trick to expose his own unspoken desires?  

"Well?" Liam prompted. "Was it?"

"Wa-was it what?" Ryan sputtered.

"An invitation?" Liam replied as he casually groped his crotch while looking Ryan right in the eye. "I've always wanted to try jacking off with another guy," he added.

In that moment, Ryan knew this wasn't any kind of trick to trap him. There wasn't a hint of mockery or amusement on Liam's face; Liam was being serious, displaying raw, unfiltered honesty in what he wanted. He could see it in Liam's eyes and realized he had nothing to lose.

"The truth is, Liam... yeah, it is," Ryan said, finding his footing. "I’m not shy about it. I love to masturbate. It’s a big part of my life. And I'd love to masturbate with you. So, if you were serious just now, we could actually do that."

​Liam didn’t hesitate. He simply nodded, his eyes locked on Ryan’s. "Sure, I'd be up for that," he smiled.

​Ryan stared at Liam for a brief moment, processing the reality of the situation, before turning toward the couch. Liam followed closely, settling onto the cushions right beside him.

Ryan wasn't sure if Liam's interest was geared toward simply watching porn together or focusing on the act of their mutual masturbation, so he asked. "Porn or no porn?" He was hoping for the latter, so he could openly watch Liam masturbating, and Liam watch him, but Liam chose the former. Ryan wasn't surprised by Liam's choice; for a straight guy crossing this line for the first time, a porn video offered a safe focal point, a mutual alibi while they stole glances at each other.

With the decision made, Ryan reached for his laptop on the adjacent fold-away table, flipped up the lid, and opened a browser. He would have preferred gay porn, but since he knew for sure Liam liked girls and wasn't sure if he was into guys, too, he pulled up some straight porn. As the two of them scanned the video thumbnails, Ryan asked, "Which one looks good to you?" Liam pointed one out, and Ryan clicked on it and clicked the play button.

As the porn filled the screen, despite their mutual desire, the initial awkwardness of the situation was undeniable. Someone had to break the ice. Knowing Liam likely wouldn't make the first move, Ryan took a breath, counted to three in his head, and undid his pants. He lifted his hips, pushing both his pants and underwear down in one fluid motion.

Liam’s eyes darted over briefly before snapping back to the screen. But as Ryan gripped himself and began a slow stroke, Liam’s gaze lingered longer the second time. A few moments later, Liam’s own hands moved to the button of his jeans. He undid it and lowered his zipper hesitantly, sliding his jeans down while keeping his underwear on, his eyes locked firmly on the video.

Ryan stole a glance at his neighbor's lap. Even beneath the fabric, the outline was impressive, the distinct shape of a heavy, semi-erect cock. Suddenly, Liam shifted, resting his hand directly over his crotch. Within moments, his hand slipped inside his underwear, slowly moving up and down inside it. After a quick, lingering look at Ryan's fully hardened length, Liam finally eased his underwear down beneath his balls.

Ryan's five-inch boner flexed in his fist, and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip as he laid eyes on Liam's cock, which stood fully erect. It was easily seven inches in length, thick and uncut, with a tamed black bush above it. He had a hefty pair of balls to match, which were shaven smooth.

Now totally exposed and aroused, Liam seemed to shed the last of his hesitation. He lowered his underwear the rest of the way and kicked his discarded clothes away from his ankles and began masturbating, his breathing deepening as he stroked himself. Every few seconds, his gaze would drift away from the screen, watching the way Ryan’s hand moved on his hard dick.

Ryan, meanwhile, found his attention split. He was watching the screen, but his real focus was on the sight of Liam - the way his fingers splayed around his thick cock, the way his hand moved rhythmically up and down his long length, the way his foreskin slid back and forth, exposing the wetness inside it. 

The intensity of it all was almost unbearable; Ryan wanted more. Driven by his desire, a sudden spike of boldness took over, and he shifted his weight, letting his knee press firmly against Liam's bare leg. Liam glanced down at the contact but didn't pull away.

Encouraged, Ryan pushed the boundary a little further. He rested his free hand on the cushion, sliding it closer until the side of his palm brushed against the bare skin of Liam’s leg. Liam’s eyes flickered downward, but he didn’t move. Taking the stillness as an invitation, Ryan slowly lifted his hand and pressed it flat against Liam’s inner thigh, his knuckles brushing the warm weight of Liam's scrotum.

Liam let out a soft, sharp gasp. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he forced his gaze back toward the screen, his chest rising and falling more rapidly now.

The lack of a rebuff was all the permission Ryan needed. He shifted his hand, cupping Liam's balls softly, and began a slow, deliberate massage. A low moan escaped Liam’s lips. His fingers slipped away from his own shaft, his hand falling limp against the couch cushions, leaving his cock sticking straight up in the air, completely unattended.

There was no doubt this was an open invitation, and Ryan wrapped his fingers around Liam’s steel-hard cock. Liam let out a long, breathy sigh that melted into quiet moans as Ryan masturbated him.

When the porn clip ended, Ryan had an idea. He let go of his own dick and used his free hand to open a blowjob compilation porno he had bookmarked.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Liam moaned when the compilation started playing.

"You like blowjob porn?" Ryan asked, squeezing Liam's cock a little tighter.

"Oh yeah!"

"Do you like getting them, too?" Ryan asked, stroking Liam a little faster.

"Who doesn't?" Liam laughed breathlessly, his hips giving a subtle, unconscious thrust against Ryan's hand.

Realizing his ultimate fantasy was quite possibly within arm's reach, Ryan decided to test the final boundary. He leaned forward, putting his face right next to Liam's cock, making his desire completely unmistakable.

Liam glanced down, catching on instantly to the silent request. He looked back at the screen, watching the onscreen performer, and blurted out, "Suck that cock!"

​Ryan knew Liam was talking to the woman in the porno, but the meaning was crystal clear - it was a green light, and Ryan didn't hesitate. He leaned over, parted his lips, and slid the head of Liam's cock into his mouth, groaning as he got his first taste of Liam's meat.

"Oh, fuck!" Liam gasped at the same time, his entire body going rigid as his fingers locked into the fabric of the couch cushions.

Ryan swiftly moved off the couch and onto his knees in front of Liam - he preferred to be on his knees when sucking cock, especially when it was one-sided like it was going to be with Liam. 

Liam let out a shaky, desperate breath as Ryan took him all the way into his mouth this time, the warm, intimate reality of the moment far exceeding anything Ryan had ever imagined when he first made that silly frame.

Ryan was completely lost in the sensation, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of Liam’s cock, savoring the taste of him. Every time Ryan swirled his tongue or tightened his grip, Liam would let out a low, guttural sound, his hips occasionally twitching and lifting toward Ryan’s lips.

​"Yeah, suck it!" Liam rasped, while watching the woman on screen giving a blowjob, his voice thick with building pleasure. "Suck that dick!" His tone was appreciative, though, and Ryan knew Liam was really talking to him. But if he needed to pretend the woman on screen was blowing him instead of a guy, that was ok with Ryan.

Ryan could feel the heavy pulse in Liam’s cock that told him Liam was getting very close. The sheer intensity of the sounds Liam was making, combined with the heat of the moment, sent Ryan's own arousal surging completely out of control. He started pumping his own aching erection in a frantic, heavy rhythm that perfectly matched the pace of his mouth on Liam’s shaft.

​Liam's breathing turned into ragged gasps, and his back arched off the couch, his fingers digging deeper into the couch cushions. "I’m gonna…"

Knowing Liam was right on the edge, Ryan accelerated his pace on both of them, his mouth a hot, slick friction against Liam’s shaft while his own hand worked furiously on his own dick. He felt the sudden, explosive tension in Liam’s body as Liam finally spilled his seed, "Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, his hips bucking in time with his release.

At that exact same second, the overwhelming friction and the sound of Liam's release pushed Ryan straight over the edge. With a sharp, muffled cry around Liam's spurting cock, Ryan's body went rigid. He came powerfully, his semen spurting thick and heavy straight into his own clutching hand, spilling over his knuckles as his hips twitched in a shared, explosive climax.

Ryan stayed with Liam for a moment longer, catching every drop of his release, his throat working in a series of deep, rhythmic swallows until they were both completely spent, the sounds from the screen fading into background noise against the sudden intensity of the moment. 

Ryan slowly pulled back, the taste of his neighbor lingering on his tongue as Liam slowly let out a shuddering breath. Ryan sank back onto his heels, breathing heavily, looking down at his own messy hand before grabbing a few tissues from the adjacent table to wipe himself clean.

Liam's hands gradually loosened their white-knuckled grip on the couch cushions, his chest heaving, his face flushed a deep, satisfied pink. He looked down at Ryan, a look of pure, dazed contentment on his face. ​"That," he breathed, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face, "was definitely more fun than just jacking off together."

​Ryan laughed softly, tossing the crumpled tissues into a small bin. "Yeah," he agreed, climbing back up onto the couch cushions to sit right beside him.

They sat there in the heavy silence that followed, two neighbors separated only by a shared fence an hour ago, now completely rewired into something entirely new. The anticipated awkwardness never came. There was no sudden rush to pull away or patch up boundaries; instead, a comfortable, heavy warmth settled over the room, the framed joke on the bookshelf forgotten in favor of the much more interesting reality they had just created.

Thinking about all they had just done as he looked at Liam sitting there half-naked, and perfectly content, Ryan knew the polite, distant dynamic of their neighborly relationship was gone for good, replaced by an unspoken understanding of exactly what would happen the next time Liam accepted an invitation to drop by.

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All Male True Experience: A Walk on the Wild Side

By: ZigZagZonk

 

This experience happened thirty years ago, in the space of about thirty minutes.

I was twenty-one, shy, naïve, and more than a bit curious about life and sex. I was also getting absolutely no interest from the ladies. There was a bar close to my college that had a seedier reputation than it deserved because it was THE gay bar in the area and anybody who was gay, bi, or curious (like me) went there. It was New Year's Eve, and, to quote Lou Reed, I thought, "Why not take a walk on the wild side?"

Later that evening, I put on what I thought was appropriate attire for a gay nightclub and headed off. I may have been new at this, but I was not so naïve as to realize that my twinkish charm would appeal to some of the gay men.

When I got there, the club was packed full of men on the prowl, so many that every square inch was jammed full. The place had the stench of cologne, alcohol, and smoke. Those were the days when you could still smoke in a bar, but how anybody got a lit cigarette in their mouth was beyond me; you could only slip past the door and work yourself past horny men three inches at a time.

The dark nightclub was operating at a deafening roar. People laughed and talked at full volume to be heard over the dance music pounding out of the loudspeakers. Some of the young men seemed exciting and handsome, but bars were not my scene and I did not know how to start a conversation with a stranger in a room where you could hardly talk. I just shuffled past the men until I reached the far end.

When I reached the opposite end, someone was suddenly talking into my ear. "I haven't seen you here before," the voice said.

I turned my head when he pulled his away. He was twice my age and had the look of a man who worked out, with thick solid biceps that intimidated a skinny college kid like me.

"First time here," I shouted back over the hubbub and music.

He smiled knowingly of experience, looked over my body, lingering on my crotch for a moment, then looked back to my face, and said, "Well, welcome!"

As I replied, "Thanks," he looked back at my crotch again, and when he looked back at my face, I smiled. It was more of a nervous smile, but I guess he took it as interest and permission because he just unabashedly reached his hand over and started rubbing my cock through my pants.

All Male True Experience: Ball Camp

By: Jeff C.

I was only eighteen and very nervous being at basketball camp with a whole slew of dudes from all over the state. I can’t remember when I wasn’t turned on by looking at a cute guy, and I knew I was in for a long two weeks.

The day we all arrived, we were split into teams of five, and the five of you were to do “everything” together. We all slept in small cabins with one team per cabin. Each team was then assigned a counselor (college athletes to help with camp). Ours was named Chip and he was a stud that would make anyone drool just at the sight of him. Chip stood six-foot-three, blond hair down to his collar, dark, sparkling blue eyes, and a build that would make the best athlete envious. Chip was in charge of seeing to it that we got to the right places at the right time and keeping an upper hand on us at night.

The first night, Chip informed us that, in his opinion, the key to being a star athlete was to keep completely relaxed and always get a good night's sleep. He said he made it a practice to stretch and relieve tension every night. It sounded good to all of us, so we asked what his routine was. He showed us a few stretches and then told us that the best way to be sure we relieved all of our tension was to whack off twice every night before we went to sleep.

There was some apprehension, but finally, one tall black-haired stud named Rick pulled out his cock and started jacking. I soon followed suit, and everyone else did likewise, including Chip. I thought I was having one of my biggest fantasies come true, watching and jacking off beside these jocks.

All Male Fiction: A Dirty Jockstrap and a Dirty Fuck

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

"Suck my dick, Shawn!"

"Why don't you kiss my ass, Billy!"

It had always been that way between Billy and me, goading one another on with sexual taunts. There was always a slightly dirty edge to our bantering - on my part at least. I really would've liked for him to kiss my ass, though not in the pejorative way I said it. And as for wanting to suck his dick...

Billy's parents had moved to the neighborhood when we were both in Junior high. We rode the bus together and quickly became friends. Billy had a swaggering, out-going personality that complimented his staggeringly gorgeous looks.

Billy's hair was the blackest I ever saw, and his eyes were dark and brooding, with a stabbing quality, self-assured.

On the afternoon of the mock insults I just quoted, his parents had gone to the cottage for the weekend and we were alone in his house. The verbal exchange was brought about by an argument over who was the better football team, the New York Giants or the New York Jets. We were also kind of buzzed on beer, which fuelled the insults further.

We weren't old enough to drink, but Billy's dad let him have beer, and we had already downed three each and there was no more left. Billy said that his friend's older brother would buy some for us, and he offered to go over and ask and go with the older brother to get us another six-pack.

After Billy left, I went over and looked at the family pictures that were scattered around his living room. In one photo of him, he was in his football uniform, and it had me drooling in seconds. Though I knew that basket showing at his crotch was mostly all cup, it still bulged enticingly. And his jersey didn't quite cover his flat belly, where I could see the deep V of his groin begin.

I knew he'd be gone at least twenty minutes since we lived pretty far out in the suburbs, so I went up to Billy's bedroom to see if I could find his cup. His room had a good man-smell to it, some sort of musky cologne and a faint odor of sweat. It felt erotic to be in the place where my sexy best friend slept, no doubt jacked off, and stood naked, perhaps admiring himself in that full-length mirror on the wall.

I went to Billy's dresser and opened one of the top two drawers. Seeing his white Calvin's folded and piled so neatly did nothing to get my mind off the subject. Opening the drawer next to it, about a dozen jockstraps were strewn inside, but no cups. I grabbed one of his jocks and put the pouch over my face and deeply inhaled. But, unfortunately, they smelled clean and freshly laundered.

But that gave me an idea…

I opened the closet, and, sure enough, there were Billy's dirty clothes. I found a few piss stains on one of his dirty pair of underwear and what looked like cum on one of his jockstraps. The aroma of man-sweat was intoxicating.

I had been aware of my jock fetish for some time now, ever since I first discovered their existence and had bought my first one. Standing there fondling and caressing the stud's underwear and jocks got me hotter than hell. I decided I had to have a quick jack-off session. It was risky, but I figured I'd have plenty of time to do it before Billy returned.

So, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and opened my shirt, shoved my jeans and underwear to my ankles, and grasped my soft but stiffening cock. I pre-cum a lot when I get horny, and right then the clear stuff was oozing out of my dick like a dripping faucet. I smeared the juicy liquid all over my cockhead. Then I held the cum-stained jock to my nose and inhaled deeply, smelling the masculine odor that remained.

As I breathed heavily through the thin material, I got one of the most intense hard-ons I had ever experienced. I got hard-ons all the time, nothing unusual about that for a guy my age, but this was like an explosion of blood to my crotch, an immediate and intensely gratifying sensation as my dick throbbed in my fist.

I bowed my legs a little and rubbed the entrancing jock up under my balls, and up and down the length of my stiffened dick. I sheathed my rod in the soft, white fabric of the pouch and stroked my meat through it. Then I kicked off my shoes, shucked my clothes completely, and put Billy's jock on. My balls nestled into the dirty pouch where his had been, my cock so hard it jutted out the elastic waistband.

I pushed the pouch of Billy's jock to just below my balls, and the pressure from the elastic drove my package up against my heaving stomach. I stood sideways to the mirror, punched out my hips, and pumped my meat in slow strokes, watching myself beat off.

I jacked my cock like a sex-starved maniac and very quickly felt the ecstatic tremors of a powerful orgasm cresting. I punched my hips out even farther and pumped even harder on my meat. As I gasped hoarsely, cum started streaming out of my cock in ropy strands, arching and spurting in thick, milky gushes. Throwing back my head, I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned so loudly that the neighbors must have heard me.

"Feel good, Shawn?!" I heard Billy exclaim, followed by a giggle.

All Male True Experience: Sucking My First Cock

By: Sean R.

Several months ago, I had an experience I will never forget. It started as a normal day, however, things would deviate from the norm after I had finished work and made my way to the gym.

I had plans to play racquetball with my usual partner at 7:30 pm. He wasn't there yet, so I went to the locker room to change. I love locker rooms; being able to catch glimpses of all those hanging, swinging cocks. This locker room was a very nice, large one with plenty of mirrors.

Just the sight and smell of a locker room could get me feeling horny, and this time was no different; my dick was semi-hard by the time I took down my pants and underwear. I was just contemplating giving it a couple of tugs when I heard some voices, and then two guys, older businessmen types in suits, came around the corner and went to lockers a few doors down from mine.

I quickly pulled on my jock to cover my semi, then got the rest of my gym clothes on and headed off for the juice bar to wait for my friend.

After arriving at the juice bar and taking a seat, the woman behind the counter asked if I was Sean. I told her that I was, and she then passed along a phone message to me saying that my friend had called and would be unable to make it.

I thanked her, sounding rather disappointed, and asked if she knew of anyone else who was perhaps looking for a racquetball partner. She didn't but said if I was planning to stay, she would let people know that I was looking. I thanked her again, bought a drink, and sat at the juice bar for a bit.

It was now 8:30, and so far, no one had been available or interested in playing a game of racquetball with me. I decided I had wasted enough time and didn't want to just leave and go home, so I decided to head to the court, open a can of balls and get some practice time in.

I batted those balls over and over and had long since worked up a sweat. I decided to step out and get some water and check the time. I was surprised to find that it was after 9:30. I was so preoccupied I didn't realize that I had been batting balls for a little over an hour; it certainly hadn't felt like that much time had gone by.

I looked around and there was no one else around now. It didn't matter anyway, though; it wasn't like I was going to get a game in before the club closed. However, I decided I'd get in a few more practice shots before calling it quits; I was plenty steamed from being stood up and having had no luck in finding a partner and had decided this was the best way to burn it off.

As I approached the court, I saw through the windows that someone else was now in there, swatting their balls. I sort of recognized him; he was a regular at the gym, but not the courts. He was about 6'2", which is about my height, and had dark hair, green eyes, and being shirtless, I could see that he was in really great shape, too.

I tapped the window before entering, to get his attention; if you just walk in when someone doesn't see you, they will turn and the ball is likely to come back and hit either you or them.

He moved over and let the ball fly past him and I stepped into the room. "Hi, you must be Sean," he said.

"Uh, yeah. How do you know my name?" I asked him.

"Oh, Melissa told me there was a guy named Sean in court 7 looking for a partner."

"Melissa?"

"The girl at the juice bar."

"Ah," I nodded.

"I'm Josh," he said extending his hand. "So, you wanna get a game or two in?"

I told him I'd love to as I shook his hand, but pointed out that the place would be closing soon and we didn't have enough time to do so.

He then told me that Melissa was his girlfriend and was going to be there until 11:00 or so, locking up and stuff and that we could stay until she was ready to leave. After explaining that, I agreed to a game and we started playing.

We played to 15 at first and it was a great game. I just barely won and I was completely out of breath, and very thirsty. I went out to get another drink of water from the fountain and noticed that most of the lights were now off. I looked at the clock and it said 10:30. I figured Melissa was almost ready to leave, a little earlier than her boyfriend had anticipated, and that we would have to leave now, too.

However, after telling Josh this, he explained that most of the lights in the main gym area got turned off after hours and that his girlfriend had left our light on so we could play a little longer.

Game two started the same, and we were in the middle of the point when the lights went out, and being in the middle of a dive for the ball at the time, Josh slammed into me in the dark. We both went crashing to the floor. He was on top of me and his sweaty arms and legs were all over me. I could also feel a soft cock quickly stiffening and pushing into my stomach. This was the strangest thing I had ever felt.

I didn't want to seem awkward or pushy so I asked him if he was alright. He said he was fine, and that he was sorry. He rolled off me and I could hear him breathing next to me. He said he guessed that was his girlfriend's way of saying that she wouldn't be much longer and that it was time for us to call it a night, and go and get showered and changed. I told him that I agreed and that my fiancé would be wondering where I was.

We both got up and felt our way toward the door, and with the small amount of light shining through the windows from outside of the racquetball court, I could see his shorts being pushed forward by a hard-on. I tried not to make it look like I noticed, but this turned me on a lot.

As we entered the locker room, we each went to our locker areas and undressed. Towel wrapped around my waist, I headed to the showers. Josh was just stepping in as I arrived and had his back to me. I took the shower across from him and took in his naked body from behind as he began to wet himself down.

He turned and I quickly averted my eyes. His cock appeared to be semi-erect and I noticed him taking in my nakedness as well. His cock began to rise even more and he turned away from me to hide his erection. I decided that an opportunity like this would not present itself again.

"Hey, great game," I started.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"I had a great time," I continued.

"Yeah me too," he replied, and then there was a moment of silence.

I decided to use his embarrassment against him to bring up the subject of his cock. "It's ok, happens to all of us at some point," I said.

"What does?"

"Getting a hard-on in the showers."

"Shit!" he said under his breath, realizing I had seen it. "Uh, yeah," he said with a nervous laugh, "It has a mind of its own. Just thinking about my girlfriend, you know. I'm not gay or anything, so don't worry or get nervous that it means anything."

But I knew it did mean something, I just had a feeling. Probably because he got hard when his sweat-soaked, bare-chested body landed on top of mine, and he started to get hard when he saw me naked in the showers. "I'm not worried, I'm not gay either. It happens to the best of us." I wasn't lying; I considered myself straight and simply bi-curious.

He didn't reply but I couldn't stop now and, after mustering up all my nerve, I went for it, "So, um, do you need a hand with that?" I asked.

"Uh, hand with what?"

"With that boner you can't get to go down," I chuckled.

"Uh, I told you, I'm not gay; I have a girlfriend. Um, what did you have in mind anyway?"

All Male True Experience: While You Were Sleeping

By: xichang

 

This happened a few years ago while I was attending university - best time of my life.

I was in a fraternity in university, but don't go thinking this is gonna be some story about being a pledge and having to engage in gay acts with other pledges and/or fraternity brothers; that only happens in porn. That being said, the experience I am going to share did involve one of my fraternity brothers. His name was Dennis, and he was a couple of years older than me. We were not roommates in the fraternity house, but we shared the same interests - running, swimming, drinking, and having a good time – and so had become fast friends and would spend a lot of time together.

Dennis was about six feet tall, with dark blue eyes, and a close crop of curly brown hair. His smile could light up a room and he had an infectious laugh. The girls loved him, and he definitely seemed to be the straightest guy around. As good of friends as we were, he, nor anyone else, had any idea that I was gay. Because I wasn't 'out' I would pretend I liked girls, even going so far as to go out with them on dates - in fact, Dennis and I would actually double date quite a bit, and I was always jealous of what the girl he was with was going to get at the end of the night!

When Dennis and I would go running, it was always in the morning, but I am NOT a morning person. Dennis would come into my room, dressed in a sweat shirt and the tightest pair of shorts, which always drove me crazy because the tightness of them only served to accentuated his bulge.

"Wake up buddy," he would say while poking my foot with his sneaker. "Time to go work off those beers and chicken wings."

I would be groggy in my bed, either tired from a late night at the bar, or from spending hours trying to get caught up on my classwork, and I would usually just grumble incoherently, roll over and fall back asleep.

Then Dennis would get a bit more aggressive in his attempt to wake me up. He'd slap me on the ass while I slept in my briefs. Then he'd roll me over and poke his finger into my stomach telling me, "You are gonna get a GUT if you don't get out and exercise!" Suffice to say, many a morning he caught a glimpse of my morning wood before I rolled back over or got up to slip on a pair of running shorts.

I also had a chance to see how this affected Dennis, as he would saunter over to the window and look out, under the guise he was giving me privacy, but I could see him adjusting his junk.

One night near the end of the school year (and Dennis' graduation year), he and I went out with a bunch of our brothers and got totally wasted. We stumbled back to the house afterwards, and Dennis joined me in my room for a couple of belts of scotch. Pretty soon, we were both passed out on my bed.

I woke early the next morning to find Dennis lying directly next to me. I could hear his deep breathing as I watched his chest rise and fall. I looked down and saw his taught stomach leading to a full mound behind his jeans, and I wanted to reach down and just put my hand right on that HOT mound. The thought of how he would have to adjust himself after seeing my morning hard-on outlined in my briefs gave me the courage to do just that. I waited for some form of reaction - either waking up to smack me in the face, or something worse!