BateBook Shorts - All Male Fiction: Caught in the Act

 By: Ryan Michaels

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

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

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

BateBook Shorts - All Male True Experience: Private Practice

By: Unknown Author

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: On the Sidelines

By: Willy Wanker & Ryan Michaels

                                                        

The midnight air was thick and heavy, typical of mid-July. Shawn waited at the edge of the small wooden pier that jutted out into the lake, marking the dead end of his street. For the past two weeks—ever since summer holidays had freed them from early mornings—this had been his and Josh’s ritual. They would meet under the cover of darkness, then slip into the dense, quiet woods nearby. With both sets of parents disapproving of their relationship, these humid nights were their only sanctuary.

Tonight, however, Josh was late.

Shawn checked his phone again, the screen illuminating his face in the dark. Just as he sighed and slipped it back into his pocket, the steady rhythm of footsteps echoed down the pavement. Someone was jogging toward the water. But as the figure stepped onto the pier, Shawn realized it wasn't Josh.

The moonlight was bright enough to reveal a tall, dark, shirtless man. He looked to be in his mid-forties, but he possessed the lean, sculpted physique of an elite athlete—smooth, tight, and effortlessly powerful.

The man slowed to a walk, his gaze locking onto Shawn. Sensing an opportunity in the secluded, late-night setting, he drifted closer and came to a stop just a few feet away.

"Beautiful night," he said, his voice low and casual.

"Yeah," Shawn replied, his throat suddenly dry.

"So, what brings you out here so late?"

"Just waiting for a friend."

The man tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "So, where is he?"

Shawn blinked, a little defensive. "I never said it was a 'he'."

"You didn't have to," the man countered smoothly.

Shawn prided himself on passing for straight, and a small part of him was annoyed at how easily this stranger had read him. But as his eyes drifted over the man's chest, annoyance quickly gave way to intrigue.

"I'm Bill, by the way," the man said, extending the introduction.

"Shawn."

A heavy silence settled between them as they openly appraised each other. Words became redundant; the raging boners each guy was now sporting through their athletic shorts was communication enough.

Bill took a step closer, his eyes darkening. "If your friend doesn't show up soon, I might just have to take you for myself."

Shawn held his gaze, a sudden rush of adrenaline making him bold. "Why don't you then?"

That was all the invitation Bill needed. He closed the distance instantly, grabbed a handful of Shawn's crotch, and shoved his tongue down his throat. The two guys passionately made out and rubbed each other's dicks for a few moments before Bill reached down and swiftly tugged Shawn’s shorts and underwear to his ankles. Bill licked his lips as he laid eyes on what was a rather long, but somewhat skinny piece of hard teenage cock.

Despite the intense arousal of the moment, a flash of hesitation crossed Shawn's mind. "Right here?" he whispered, glancing back toward the path. With Josh, they were at least hidden by the trees. Here, they were just off a public footpath where anyone could walk past and see them, just as Bill had come along and seen him.

"Sure," Bill replied, already kicking off his own shorts and removing his jockstrap. "It's not like anyone is going to be strolling by at this hour."

Shawn's eyes widened at the sight of the older man's erect penis. It was even bigger than his seven-and-a-half-inch cock. It had to be nine or nine-and-a-half inches long, and was really thick, too.

"You like it, my big dick?" Bill asked with a grin as he saw the boy looking at his impressive cock with lust and fascination.

Shawn could only nod.

"I like yours too," Bill said as he reached out and wrapped his hand around Shawn's hard-as-steel dick and slowly started jerking it. "Stroke mine, too. Go on, touch it. You know you want to," Bill said as he took the boy's wrist and brought it towards his cock.

Bill's confidence only aroused Shawn further, and he splayed his fingers and then closed them around the older man's girth. As he looked down at what he was doing, he thought of Josh. He felt slightly guilty for cheating on him; he really liked Josh, and they had a lot of fun together, but this was too hot an opportunity to pass up.

When Josh finally arrived half an hour late, he froze at the edge of the gravel path, greeted by a sight that felt entirely surreal. Bill was sprawled back against the pier, naked except for his sneakers, with an equally naked Shawn straddling him, thrusting his ass up and down on Bill's cock. Josh stared, paralyzed. A sharp wave of shock and betrayal hit him—Shawn was giving himself over to a total stranger, acting as if their entire relationship didn't exist—yet the visual was undeniably arousing.

Instead of interrupting, Josh stepped back into the shadow of the tree line, his hands slipping into his pockets. He watched, hoping they wouldn't notice him standing there in the dark.

But Bill had already spotted him.

All Male Fiction: After Hours

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxx@hotmail.com

 

The gym was dead when I walked in. Only a couple of guys were scattered across the floor, which was to be expected given the hour; it was a 24-hour place, and the clock was ticking past 11:30 PM. I headed into the locker room, changed into my gear, and hit the weights.

Eventually, the crowd thinned out entirely until it was just one other guy and me. After striking up a casual conversation between sets, we eventually teamed up to spot each other. He decided to head off to the showers before I was quite finished, but I wrapped up my final sets shortly after and headed to the locker room as well.

After stripping out of my gear, I grabbed my towel and made my way toward the showers. Since we were the only two left in the building, we had the locker room entirely to ourselves. I suppose that’s why he didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that, even with his back to me, his arm was moving in an unmistakable motion. He was stroking his cock, jacking off right there in the gym showers.

I quietly chuckled, a sudden wave of arousal hitting me. I’ve always really enjoyed masturbating. I'm what is generally referred to as a "bator"—I even have the t-shirt to prove it. What I love even more than solo sessions is bating with other guys. Whether they’re dedicated bators themselves or just looking to drain their nuts, it doesn't matter to me; as long as I get to watch and share the moment, I'm good.

This seemed like the perfect opportunity. Even if he wasn't a bator, he was pleasuring himself in a public shower, and there was a good chance that if I let him know it was cool, we could turn it into a mutual session.

Hearing my footsteps approach, he glanced over his shoulder, his hand instantly falling to his side. As I stepped up to the showerhead next to him, I chuckled again.

"Hey, you don't have to stop on my account," I said with a laugh as I turned on the shower. "There's nothing better after a good workout than working out your cock, too."

He didn't look at me. He was obviously feeling a little uncomfortable, having been caught jerking off in the locker room showers. With a guy like him—a typical, hyper-masculine alpha male—being seen stroking by another guy can make them feel defensive, like they're being judged.

Recognizing the opening, I spoke up again. "Would it make you more comfortable if I did it, too? Because I could definitely use that kind of workout right about now."

My pulse quickened as I watched him process the offer. His cock, which had subsided slightly, hardened right back up to rock-solid as he weighed the idea. It was a beautiful dick—uncut, about seven and a half inches, thick and heavy. It was exactly the kind of cock I loved to suck. But in that moment, I was focused on bating. Besides, from our conversation during our workout, I knew he was straight and married, so a blowjob seemed out of the question.

"It's cool, man," I reassured him. "There's nothing wrong with a couple of guys jacking off together. Lots of guys do it. If you're worried that it's gay or something, trust me, it's not. Do you know how many guys stroke together these days?"

"Well..." he started quietly, his voice gradually finding its footing. "I... I was hoping to finish before you got in here. But too late for that, I guess. So… why the fuck not?"

All Male Fiction: Cockfighter

By: BW & Ryan Michaels

 

Cockfighting - the purest form of male vs male sexual combat. Whether it's a slapping sword fight to try and make your opponent go soft or an erotic grinding to try and make him cum first; either way, it proves who has the stronger cock and who is the Alpha Male.

This is the story of how I became a Cockfighter.

I was eighteen years old and brand new in college. As a standout on the football field in high school, I was recruited hard by several colleges and finally decided on my destination - one of the powerhouse programs in the south - and I was more than ready to get started. I knew I had my work cut out for me to see the field as a freshman, but I was determined to do so; after all, they didn't recruit me to ride the bench.

We had just finished our first spring practice under the blistering sun and the lot of us were now in the locker room, shooting the shit as we stripped out of our football gear and headed off for the showers.

Tyler walked into the shower room last and grabbed the shower next to mine. He was the Alpha Male of the team, a junior linebacker who was 6'4 and 245 pounds. He ruled the team and kept everyone in line, but it was all about respect for him - he demanded it, and he got it.

We chatted a bit as we showered and then he looked at me and grinned. "Come on, rook. Time to initiate you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see. Let's go."

I knew better than to say anything to Tyler; his word was law on the football team and we all knew it.

"Initiation time for the heralded rook! Circle up, boys!" he called out to the rest of our teammates in a loud, thunderous voice.

Our teammates quickly made a circle around the two of us in the shower room; I never expected what came next.

Tyler moved in front of me and I looked over his body, which seemed to be sculpted out of clay. His cock, bigger than mine, hung between his legs proudly.

"Ok, rook, you want your spot on the team? You want to be a part of our crew?"

I nodded.

"Then you're gonna have to earn it. You're gonna have to fight for it."

"Fight? Are you serious? I thought that was against the rules?"

Everyone laughed.

"Not fist fight, rook. We're fighting with our cocks."

"Huh? Our co… I'm not sure what you're talking about, Tyler."

"Cock on cock combat. Cockfighting!" he replied.

"Cockfighting?"

"Yeah. I guess you've never heard of it in the small town you're from, but we all do it here. All rookies get initiated this way, and since you're Mr. five-star wide receiver, you're first up on the chopping block."

I clearly had no idea what to do because I had never heard of such a thing in my life, and I just stood there, looking to Tyler for more.

"Ok, rook, here's how it goes: We battle with our cocks, until one of us goes soft or loses his load. Got it?"

I just nodded my head again, still not really having any idea how to cockfight.

"Come on, rook! Stroke that cock of yours and get it ready for battle. My beast is ready for another win!" Tyler said as he grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.

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: 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: Working Stiff

By: Unknown Author

I work in a large, all-glass building in the city, surrounded by other all-glass skyscrapers. In my job, I often have to work late, being at the office all alone most times when I do.

One night a few weeks ago, I was working late again, when something unexpected happened. I was alone by this point, and, sitting at my desk in my private office, tired after an already long day, I decided to take a short break, and went and grabbed myself a coffee.

Once back in my office, sitting in my chair sipping my coffee, my mind began to wander a bit, specifically onto sex with my wife. These thoughts of fucking the wife brought on an unwelcome stirring in my trousers, as my cock, with a mind of its own, responded to the mental images flowing through my head. Without even consciously thinking about it first, I gave my cock a quick rub through my trousers, which only succeeded in encouraging it to journey its way to a full hard-on.

I jack off a lot more than I get to fuck the wife – working late quite often and with my wife wrangling two young children all day, sex didn’t happen as often as we, or at least I, would like - and when I get hard like this, I know that I’m not going to be able to concentrate on whatever else I’m doing at the time unless I take care of it first. So, I knew a quick jack off was in order before getting back to my work.

I’d jacked off in my office quite a few times before when all alone and working late, and, after locking my office door – since there was a cleaning crew somewhere in the building – I made my way back to my desk and proceeded to undo my belt, unbutton and unzip myself, and then eased down my gray suit trousers to my knees.

Underneath my pants I was wearing boxers, and I gave my stiff cock a squeeze through the fabric, feeling it throb underneath, then pushed my boxers down as well, sat down in my chair, turned it sideways to the desk, slouched down, stretched out my legs, wrapped my hand around my prick and started jacking off.

As I sat there beating my meat, something caught my eye and I turned my head to see that a light was now on in an office opposite - Environmental laws where I live require office buildings to turn off all lights at night on any unoccupied floors, so the building across had been mostly dark, and this had never happened before, nor had it ever been a thought or concern when jacking off in my office - and there was a man in that office, a cleaner, obvious by the uniform he was wearing, who was standing right in front of the window, watching me!

All Male True Experience: Strokin' in the Boy's Room

By: chicagobasil

I was walking along a busy downtown street and I suddenly felt the need for a little bit of relief, if you catch my drift. I hunted down a public washroom, and luckily no one else was using the facilities. I closed myself in a stall, lowered my pants and started stroking my dick to get it hard.

As I sat there casually stroking myself, someone entered the washroom and walked up to the urinals, which were located directly across from the stalls. Peering through the crack in the stall door, which was rather wide, I checked out the stranger. He looked to be about five-foot-nine, had dark hair and was wearing a business suit.

When he finished taking a leak and turned to leave, he casually glanced over and looked through the crack of the stall door as he adjusted his clothing. I had never stopped stroking but had slowed it down after he walked in so he wouldn't hear, because you gotta be cautious when you do stuff like that in public washrooms.

After I caught his glance, I started stroking faster. He looked over again, cocking his head to get a better look, and I now knew for sure that this guy was definitely into it.

All Male True Experience: A Couple of Dicks

By: Unknown Author

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

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

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

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

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

All Male Fiction: Alex's Game (Part 1)

By: sebastian_wallace & Ryan Michaels

Revised: February, 2016

About half an hour into the exam, Alex raised his hand to attract someone's attention. Since I happened to be standing closest to him, I walked over to his desk.

As soon as the exam had started I'd been suspicious of him. The way he'd glanced around the exam room and leered over at me when he saw that I was one of the invigilators. I just knew he was going to try to disrupt things by asking dumb-ass questions or making pointless requests for unnecessary stationery or something.

One of his friend's was in the seat in front of him; another was a couple of feet to his side. He was bound to start pissing around. Who the fuck designed these seating plans anyway? Where were their brains?

"Yes, Alex?"

He grinned up at me. "May I go to the bathroom, Mr. Hargreaves, sir?"

Mr. Hargreaves, sir? Since when has he shown any respect for me? Smarmy little punk.

His friend to the left snickered.

I glared at Alex and then feigned an unpleasant smile, "Of course." So this was going to be his game - asking to go to the bathroom every ten minutes.

He stood up, his shirt hanging out from his school trousers, which were halfway down his backside. His school tie was yanked down so that the knot was level with his chest. I could easily have made a fuss about correct school uniform - make him publicly smarten himself up - but I thought I'd leave it. Keep it in the bag to give me something to use later on if I needed it.

He swaggered out of the classroom and I followed him, nodding to one of my colleagues to confirm I'd be supervising Alex while he was out of the room.

I felt pretty certain that this was just a ruse; a time-wasting activity designed to prove to Alex's buddies how unconcerned about the exam he was and to distract the more serious students from focusing on their papers.

This was the second paper for Physics. Alex didn't have a hope in hell of passing it; at least not if his performance in Math - the subject I taught him - was anything to go by.

He walked into the boy's room located just down the hall and I followed him in. Striding up to the nearest urinal, positioning himself in front of it so that he was side-on to me, he pulled out his cock. Then he looked over at me, smirking, clearly feeling pretty smart with himself, "Nice job for you, huh?"

I didn't rise to the bait. "You know the regulations by now Alex. You've got to be accompanied until you submit your paper."

He shrugged derisively, "Whatever." Then he looked down at his cock.

I noticed that, despite clearly being soft and floppy, his cock looked thick and large as he peeled back his foreskin to expose its fat, pink head. He wasn't urinating. He looked back over at me, "I can never go when someone's there."

"Do you want me to turn on a tap?" Why I was offering to do anything for him - the number of my classes which he'd deliberately and systematically ruined over the last four years - I don't know.

He shrugged. "It won't help."

Jesus, his cock was big. It must have been about six inches long and at least twice as thick as mine is even when I'm hard. Why was it always the pricks that got all the lucky breaks?

"What do you think of the paper?" he asked me. He wasn't even vaguely interested in my opinion of it. He was just trying to get me to comment on it so that he could claim he was unfairly influenced or something.

I smiled, "You know I can't discuss the paper with you... not now."

He grinned. "Like I'd tell anyone."

"Yeah, soul of discretion, aren't you?"

He looked a little irritated, or perhaps a little wounded. After a few seconds he said, "I'm smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut."

I considered that and nodded slowly. Then I said, "Perhaps... but even if I wanted to discuss the paper, I haven't seen it for long enough to have formed an opinion on it."

He nodded and looked back down at his cock. He played with it idly while he waited for his bladder to relax. He jerked the foreskin across the broad head a couple of times. "Do you always have this much trouble going when you need to visit the boys' room?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No, but then I don't usually have some old guy perving on me, do I?" Before I could challenge him on that, he looked up at me and grinned again. "I know... I know... it's the regulations."

I smiled back. "It was the 'old' bit which I objected to, actually. I'm only thirty."

Alex kept smiling, "Yeah, it was just a figure of speech." He looked back down at his cock. Unless I was mistaken, it seemed to be getting bigger. It looked distinctly less flaccid than it had been a few moments earlier. "Anyway," he said, "In public washrooms and stuff, you usually have other guys next to you pissing. Kind of relaxes you a little. Know what I mean?"

"Well, I offered to turn on the tap - the sound of running water…"

"It wouldn't help. It's different. I dunno."

I thought about suggesting that he return to the exam until the urge to pee grew stronger. But then I realized that would be playing into his hands; giving him the opportunity to distract everyone every few minutes on the pretext of having a nervous bladder.

"Well, if you can't go here and now, you're gonna have to wait an hour before you're allowed out again," I said. "So you better start thinking of waterfalls or something."

He looked over at me. "An hour?"

I nodded. "It's in the regulations." It wasn't but I wanted to nip things in the bud.

"No one's ever said that before."

"I can show you where it's written in the booklet, if you wanna stay back after the exam is finished?" I knew that Alex wasn't the type of guy to stay back in school a second longer than he had to.

He shrugged. "Look, I wanna go but I can't. It's just not happening even though it feels like I really need to go." He seemed surprisingly genuine. Perhaps he really was feeling nervous by having me standing there staring at him.

"I can't leave the room, Alex. You know that."

"Yeah, I know that…" He hesitated, staring ahead at the tiled wall in front of him. Then he went on, "I don't suppose you wanna take a piss, do you?"

All Male Fiction: Behind the Garage

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

Being a teenager, I was horny all the time and jerked off a lot; at least twice a day. Doing it a lot was quite normal for guys my age, but for me (and some others as well, I'm sure), it was all I had, because I hadn't done 'it' yet. It wasn't that I was shy or unattractive - I actually had quite a lot of friends and was considered good looking - nor was it that I had never had the chance to do it before, either. The problem was, the opportunities that had presented themselves were with girls, and I was gay, something I knew as soon as I became sexually aware, and something I also kept to myself.

Hiding who I was would bring me down sometimes, but coming out in high school was just not something I was prepared to do. Times may be changing, but unlike on TV, in real life not everyone is so accepting, particularly in high school, and especially teenaged males. Only one guy at my school had come out as gay, and when everybody heard, his life was made a living hell, mainly by other guys, and he eventually had to transfer schools. I certainly wasn't going to subject myself to that kind of daily ridicule and bullying. It also meant that for now, at least until I finished high school, sex for me only consisted of my own right hand.

Now that it was summer, I found myself spending a lot of time by myself, and spending a lot of that time jerking off, even more than usual, mainly out of boredom. All of my friends had either gone away with their families, a couple were in summer school, and the rest had all gotten summer jobs, so they were never around to hang out with.

Like some of my friends, I had a job as well, only it wasn't a summer job. With my mom and dad having separated about six months ago, and my mom working, I had been assigned the job of doing the house and yard work, for which my mom paid me. In her eyes, she felt it was a good way for me to make some spending money and also learn about responsibility, not to mention it saved her from having to hire a maid. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, but since she was going to pay me, I ended up agreeing; not that I really had a say in the matter anyway.

But now that I wasn't in school all day, I had a lot more time to do the chores around the house, which meant I also ended up with a lot more free time, and no one to spend it with, except my mom – she was a teacher, home every day now for the summer – and what teenage guy wants to spend every day of his summer vacation with his mother. Not me, not most I'd guess, so I ended up spending quite a lot of my days in my private sanctuary.

My private sanctuary was the small space between the garage and the solid wooden fence that ran behind it. It was where I went when I wanted to think or just be by myself. Sometimes I'd plug my ear buds into my phone and listen to music, but what I always did every day while back there was pull my dick out and jerk off. It always relieved the boredom of the day and made me feel good.

The garage itself was not attached to the house and sat at the back of our yard. On the other side of the back wooden fence was a small parcel of land filled with trees that had been designated as conservation land. On the far side of the yard was a chain link fence, with a line of cedar hedges on the neighbor's side. Next to our garage was our other neighbor's garage, our driveways right next to each other between our two houses, and those neighbors both worked during the day. So jerking off behind the garage was not risky or even daring, for it was completely blocked off from the view of others.

Today, after sitting behind the garage listening to music for about an hour, I reached down and began to grope the boner that was spontaneously beginning to take form inside my jeans; something that happened quite a lot with my horny young prick. As I began to rub it, it got harder and harder until it was pushing firmly against the zipper of my jeans, begging to get out.

Just like every other day, I was planning to jerk off at some point before heading back into the house anyway, and it seemed as though my dick was telling me the time was now, so I turned off the music, pulled the ear buds from my ears, and then reached down and popped open the button on my jeans.

After pulling my zipper down, I raised my ass from the ground and shimmied my jeans down my thighs. My cock, having quickly reached its full potential, now stood pointed straight up, sticking out a bit above the waistband of my underwear. Slipping my fingers inside the waistband, I lifted my ass once more and pushed them down to meet the top of my jeans.

Wrapping my hand around my boner, I cupped my balls with the other as I began stroking it slowly. My hand moved from the head down to the base a few times, and then I started pulling and stroking in a rhythm that was sure to get me off.

Letting my eyes fall closed to further enjoy the sensations, I started to picture a guy from school named Andy. Andy was a real jock, playing on both the school's football and basketball teams. He had the jock body to go with it, too, and always sported a nice bulge in the front of his jeans. We weren't friends, but I wished we were, wished we were even more than friends.

With mental images of Andy filling my head, my mind began to wander to one time in English class when the teacher had called upon Andy to read a passage from our textbook. I was sitting a few aisles over, directly across, and that gave me a perfect side view of that ample bulge in his crotch, and I just stared at it the whole time. I hadn't been worried that others would notice me staring at him, because a lot of the other students in class were looking in his direction as he read, too, or down at their own textbooks. When he was done I had prayed that the teacher wouldn't call on me to stand up and read next, because my dick had gotten rock hard from looking at Andy. Thankfully, she didn't!

I was getting hornier and hornier as I thought about Andy, wondering what he would say or do if he knew that I jerked off thinking about him, and I began to stroke faster. I knew it wouldn't be long now before I was going to cum.

"Uh, hi there."

Bisexual Fiction: Driven by Desire (Part 1)

By: chicagobasil & Ryan Michaels

During a company-wide computer upgrade, all employees were required to attend a full day training course. Since the work still had to get done, and with the massive number of employees within the company, obviously everyone could not attend all at once, so the course was held every day over the period of one month. Each employee was given a date and time to attend, with a half dozen or so people from each department sent each day.

Today was the day I had to attend the training session, and I was not looking forward to it at all. My outlook changed, however, as soon as I walked into the classroom and found I was lucky enough to be put into a class with a really hot guy who worked in my department. While we didn't really know each other, other than to say hi if we passed each other during the work day, I had always noticed Rob and thought he was really sexy!

Rob was six-foot-two, with blond hair and blue eyes, a great chest, muscular arms, and an amazing ass; the kind of ass that was just made for fucking! Out of all the guys in my department, he was the hottest! Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend and was always flirting with the younger women in the department; not that I ever would have had a chance with him anyway, even if he wasn't straight.

The classroom was set up with rectangular type tables, with two computers on each. Rob ended up sitting next to me, probably because the other four from our department, who were women, had already paired up at tables and I was the only other person in the group that he recognized.

As the session dragged on, I found myself sneaking quick glances at the nice sized bulge in Rob's pants. It took all of my will power not to just reach over and start massaging it. As I took yet another glance, with Rob totally unaware of my peeping, he leaned back in his chair and casually spread his legs a little wider and rested his hand next to that impressive bulge.

As I continued to check out his package from the corner of my eye, I saw Rob turn his head in my direction. I turned my head to look at him and he was looking right at me, smiling; his eyes then dropped to his crotch and he gave it a squeeze. He looked at me again, smiled, and then lowered his eyes to my crotch. This action totally took me by surprise, but it didn't prevent me from immediately pushing my chair back a bit further so that he could get a good look at my bulge. I started to get hard right away, just from knowing he was looking at my crotch.

As I stared at his crotch, my mouth literally watering, I could see his dick poking at the front of his pants as if it was trying to escape. He had the beginnings of a hard-on going on, and it looked like it was going to be a pretty impressive one! It was a good thing we were sitting in the back of the class!

I starting moving my legs back and forth, squeezing my hard dick between my thighs. As I continued to open and close my legs, I eventually let my left leg touch his. Surprisingly, he pressed his leg into mine, too, and then started to lightly rub his hard dick through his pants; seeing this, I quickly started doing the same. I figured he was just as bored out of his mind as I was with the course being taught and was just goofing around to pass the time, but I wanted so badly for us to be rubbing each other's bulges instead!

It seemed like forever, but finally we were given a thirty minute break and Rob motioned towards the door, indicating he wanted me to follow. He headed down the hall, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was following just as he approached the men's room door. Could it be? Am I really going to get to fool around with the hottest guy in my department, who also happens to be straight? I thought.

Unfortunately, Rob turned his head back around and kept walking. I stopped in the hall with disappointment, as some other people from the course passed me by and began going into the men's and women's washrooms.

Realizing why Rob had continued down the hall, I started walking again to see where he had gone. I rounded a corner and caught a glimpse of him standing at the exit to a stairwell, holding the door open with his hand. When he saw me, he went through it, and I kept following. Lagging behind him, I ended up following him up two flights of stairs, but when I entered the corridor where I had seen him exit the stairwell, Rob was nowhere in sight.

I walked along the empty hall trying to find Rob as people were busy working away in their work areas. Looking down a corridor I was passing, I noticed a sign protruding from the wall above a door saying "Men" and figured that must be where Rob had disappeared to.

As I walked into the washroom, I was correct in my assumption and found Rob standing by the sink area in this less busy washroom. He started rubbing his crotch as soon as he knew it was me who had entered. I walked up to him rubbing my own crotch as well, and when we were right in front of each other we both immediately put our hands on the other's throbbing bulge.

Within seconds we had our pants unzipped and were stroking each other's hard cocks. My own cock was a good size, measuring seven inches when erect, and was of average thickness and was circumcised. Rob's cock, however, had mine beat, and was everything I had hoped it to be from the size of that promising bulge, and more, looking to be about nine inches in length, fatter than my own, and uncut.

As soon as I saw that big, fat, juicy piece of meat, I couldn't help myself, and, forgetting my surroundings, I started to drop to my knees so I could take his beautiful hard cock into my mouth. He grabbed me by the arm, though, stopping my descent to my knees, and motioned towards one of the toilet stalls. Just as we started walking towards it, we heard the first of the two sets of doors to the washroom open.

I darted into the stall and shut the door, waiting for whomever had just come in to use the facilities to finish and leave so I could wrap my lips around Rob's massive man-meat; I was so excited that I was slowly stroking my cock the whole time the other guy was taking a piss.

The unwanted visitor finally left and I opened the stall door so Rob could join me; unfortunately I found that I was all alone in the room. I was disappointed and cursing whomever had come in there and stolen my opportunity, but I was so fucking horny now, not to mention hard as a rock, that I ended up closing the stall door again so I could give my aching cock some relief!

With neither the time nor the desire for a leisurely stroke-session, my hand was a blur on my dick, when someone came in. I looked through the crack in the stall door to see if it was Rob returning, but it wasn't. By that point, though, after all the buildup earlier, I was too worked up to even care that someone else was in the washroom and I just kept on furiously beating my meat.

As horny as I was, and working my cock the way I was, I was ready to cum in no time, and, when I shot my load, as hard as I tried to keep quiet, I couldn't, and a few low moans escaped my lips. I heard the other guy laugh under his breath as he washed his hands. I couldn't believe I'd just shot my load in the public washroom at my work with another guy in the room, and that he had heard me cumming, but it was also kind of hot! I just wish Rob had stuck around so that I could have been sucking on his cock while I was jerking off and dumping my load!

After cleaning up all the evidence and washing my hands, I returned to the classroom. Rob leaned over to me and whispered, "Sorry man, I freaked a bit when that guy came in and I just bolted." That was the first time either of us had actually used spoken words to communicate.

"No problem, I had my own fun anyway," I whispered back with a smile on my face.

Rob smiled too, and, after taking a quick glance around the room, he planted his hand in his crotch, gave it a firm squeeze and said, "I guess my fun will have to wait until later." Even though I had just dropped a load minutes earlier, my cock began to stir as I began to wonder what might be in store for after class!

As soon as the course was over, everyone, including Rob, scrambled to get out of there. After eight hours in a boring class I could understand his wanting to get the hell out of there, but I'd thought his comment after the break meant that he was interested in meeting up with me afterwards to get that blowjob I had tried to give him earlier. I guess he had actually just meant that he was going to have to wait until later to jerk off, like I had informed him I had done during the break. Still, I figured he'd at least say something to me, even 'see you later' or something, but he didn't say a word or even look at me before bolting from the room. Needless to say, I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get to suck his cock like I had hoped, but I took some solace in the fact that I had at least gotten to see it, and even touch it; that alone was more than I'd ever dreamed of.

As I grabbed my course materials from the tabletop, there was a small piece of blank paper sitting on top of my course folder. I picked it up, and when I turned it over it read: If you want to finish what you started, meet me at Miller Park by the old shed right now. I quickly finished gathering my papers and, with that feeling of disappointment now being replaced by great excitement, I left the room to head to the park.

All Male True Experience: Afternoon Delight

By: chicagobasil

One afternoon I was pretty horny - which wasn't that odd, since I'm horny every day - so I decided to drive over to the Forest Preserve to see if there were any hot guys worth checking out, and to possibly have some fun with.

As I pulled into the lot, there was only one other vehicle there, a red jeep. I drove through the lot slowly, glancing at the jeep as I neared it. Inside was a guy, dressed in a shirt and tie, and he was pretty hot from what I could tell. He was backed in, so I pulled my car in right next to his so I could check him out better in my driver's side mirror.

As I sat next to him, trying to casually check him out, I could tell by the very familiar movement his arm was making that he was stroking his cock. I couldn't believe it; what luck! I started my car, put it in reverse and backed my car up until my driver's side door was in line with his. After throwing it into Park, I shut off the car and pulled my own cock out and started doing the same.