All Male Fiction: Bob and the Soccer Team (Part 1)

By: amtibbs

 

 

 

Bob was angry. He wasn't a towel boy. He was a student manager at the college gym. More specifically, Bob managed the locker room used by many of the college's men's teams. Sure, the football and basketball teams were important enough to rate their own dedicated locker rooms, but when it came to the second tier sports like soccer, if you were on the team and wanted a clean towel, you came to Bob. Well, perhaps the towel was a bad example - he did much more than hand out towels.

I should probably first tell you a bit about Bob. I didn't meet him until after he had graduated from college. I've seen college photos of him and I would describe him as an average guy. He's currently about 5'10" and 160 pounds with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Back in college he was too busy with classes and working as a student manager at the college gym to work out on a regular basis. Nevertheless, he still had a toned, if not muscular, body and wouldn't be embarrassed to take off his shirt at the beach.

Bob grew up in a home where school was more important than sports. Consequently, while he played baseball, shot baskets and threw around a football with other kids in the neighborhood, he never played on a school team and his family didn't watch sports on TV. To this day, if you ask him sports trivia, like who played on some championship baseball team, he's at a total loss. His brain just wasn't wired to remember that stuff as he grew up.

Now you're probably wondering about Bob's sexuality. If you ask Bob, he'll tell you it's none of your damn business. I think you need to know a bit more to understand Bob. In my opinion, Bob is seventy to eighty percent heterosexual. I know he only dates women now, but I also know that Bob doesn't mind a bit of male on male body contact either. I was kidding him about being around all those naked guys in the locker room and he said he didn't think he could have worked there if he was gay. When I asked him why, he said "it would be like a diabetic working in a candy store" or something like that. On the other hand, Bob said the fact that he had always admired the body of a good looking guy made going to work at a place where he could observe them a pleasant experience, despite the crap that came with the job.

Bob didn't lose his virginity until he was a sophomore in college. He was shy in those days and his right hand was his best friend until the semester he took an evening class and met this girl. He told me he'd walk her to her car after class and they'd stand there and talk, sometimes for an hour or more. Then she would drive off and he'd walk back to his dorm. One cool, fall night they got into the back seat of her car to talk and, well, you probably don't want to hear about that.

Bob never really had a steady girlfriend while in college. His parents continually drilled the importance of studying over everything else and, since they were paying, he felt obligated to bring home the grades. But that wasn't all bad, and while Bob didn't get all the sex he wanted, "even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while" he jokes today.

Now that you know a little bit about Bob, let's continue.

It was Bob's second and last season managing the locker room for the soccer team. Bob hated soccer season. The 'pretty' boys on the soccer team seemed to thrive on harassing him. For players of a second tier sport at the college, they thought their dirty jockstraps didn't stink. But they did stink, especially when they'd grab him and pull their sweaty jocks over his head. Bob dreamed of payback. Unfortunately, every idea he came up with would result in him losing his job, his recommendation or getting beaten to a pulp.

Towards the end of the season, and after being thrown in the shower for the third time in his clothes, Bob decided that his best course of action would be something that the players might not even find out about but would follow them for the rest of their lives.

All Male Fiction: Night Visions (Part 2)

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

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Ryan and Sean were watching the laptop screen intently as Chad and the woman he'd brought home kissed, tongues intertwining, hands roaming.

"Nice!" Sean said as Chad's hands started feeling up the woman's breasts through her shirt. "I can't wait to get a look at her tits!"

"Me too," Ryan concurred, although, what he wanted to see even more was Chad's hard cock, even though he had seen it a few times already. But this time he was going to see it getting sucked, see it sliding in and out of a pussy.

Removing his hands, Chad pulled the woman's shirt over her head. His face immediately began to nuzzle her cleavage as he reached behind to unhook her bra. Once he accomplished this, he removed his face from her chest and removed her bra, then dove back in and began to lick and chew on her nipples, fondling her mounds of flesh as he did so.

"Oh, fuck, that's hot. I wish it was my face buried in those titties," Sean sighed.

Ryan moved his eyes to the side and could see that his best friend had a hard-on. Ryan had one too, but unlike him, Sean didn't even notice, his eyes glued to the screen.

After a few minutes, Chad stopped working her tits and reached for the button of her pants. Once he had it open he helped her out of them and then maneuvered her to sit on the end of his bed. She fell back onto her elbows as he lifted her legs. Grasping her panties, he slid them down and off. As Chad moved slightly to toss them to the floor, the woman's pussy was exposed to the camera lens for a few brief moments.

"Fuck yeah!" Sean said excitedly. "Look at that fuckin' pussy! Shaved, just the way I like it!"

Chad then got on his knees and put his face between her legs. Although he had never done it, the idea of eating pussy never appealed to Ryan, but for some reason he got really turned on watching other men do it. It was one of his favorite things to watch in straight porn. However, with the position of the couple on the bed in relation to the camera, all that could be seen was the back of Chad's head.

"Fuck! Can't see anything!" Sean cursed.

"It's still hot, though," Ryan said.

"I guess," Sean said. His disappointment was evident. "But it would be even hotter to actually see him licking her snatch."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. But, even though he couldn't see Chad's tongue licking the woman's pussy, just seeing his head between her legs moving around, knowing what he was doing was enough to get his own dick juices flowing.

Sean's excited anticipation returned when Chad stood up and started to undo his pants. "Alright! Now we're gonna see some action!"

As Chad's underwear came down, Ryan's eyes focused in on his hot ass. As the girl sat up and Chad took a step closer to the end of the bed, Ryan groaned unintentionally when Chad's legs spread slightly and he could see his big, low-hanging balls dangling from behind.

Thankfully, Sean didn't catch on to the real reason behind Ryan's groan. "Yeah, I know buddy, I can't wait to see this hot babe sucking some cock either." And then, as the woman's head moved forward and took Chad's cock into her mouth, Sean groaned as, once again, the two horny teens couldn't see anything. "Fuck! This sucks! You should have put the camera in a better spot!"

"That was the only place I could put it!" Ryan replied. "He has a dresser on the wall across from the bed, and there is a clock radio sitting on it. It's black, like the camera, and has these little hollow indentations on the front right below the speakers. I put the camera in one of them where it would blend in and not be seen," he explained.

"Yeah, but in the meantime all we're seeing is some dude's ass! Not exactly what I want to be looking at."

"Don't worry, once they start to fuck they'll get on the bed and we'll be able to see everything!"

"We'd better," Sean pouted.

Despite his statement to the contrary, Ryan noticed that Sean continued to look at the screen displaying only Chad's naked butt, and he also noticed that Sean's hard-on had not gone down even a little bit.

"Ok, now it's gonna get good!" Ryan said as the woman pulled her face back, scooted back on the bed and put her head on the pillow, rubbing her clit as Chad started to remove his shirt, which was the last piece of clothing he still had on.

"Yeah, play with that clit!" Sean said and casually, probably unconsciously, gave his crotch a quick squeeze.

And then… the screen went dark.

"What the fuck!" Sean exclaimed. "What the hell happened?"

Ryan knew what had happened and told his friend the bad news. "I think when Chad tossed his shirt over his shoulder it landed on the dresser, in front of the clock radio."

"Shit!" cried Sean.

"Well, at least we got to see a naked woman," Ryan said trying to put a positive spin on the disappointing situation.

"Big deal, not like we've never seen a naked woman before," Sean said.

Sean didn't know his best friend was a virgin, or that until that very night Ryan had never seen a woman naked before outside of porn. "Yeah," Ryan played along. "But don't forget, Chad is always bringing women home. The shirt landing on the cam was just a fluke. We'll get plenty more chances to see him banging some chick, maybe even tomorrow night."

"Fat lot of good that does me now, though," Sean pouted some more. "Got all worked up for nothin'!"

Ryan wanted to say something about them both being 'worked up' and maybe suggest they watch porn and take care of things, together, but he didn't have the nerve, and so, with the possibility of seeing anything on the cam gone, the two boys went back out to the living room to finish watching their movie.

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When the movie was over, both boys were tired and more than ready for some sleep. Even though Ryan had a queen size bed in his bedroom, there was no way two teenage boys would willingly sleep together in the same bed, at least not when one of them was straight. Although Ryan wouldn't have minded in the least, the mere suggestion of such an idea was out of the question. So, Sean would be sleeping on the couch.

After getting Sean a pillow and some blankets, Ryan went off to his bedroom, happy to finally be alone so he could take care of his cock. He was undressed and in his bed in a flash, hand immediately grasping his dick. With his eyes closed, he pictured Chad's head between that woman's legs, moving about. His cock got hard really fast.

Just as he began a nice rhythm, he realized that he had to pee. Ryan didn't like to jerk off when he had the urge to piss. That need to pee just somehow took his concentration away from the pleasure he was giving himself. So, he stopped his gentle manipulations, got out of bed and slipped on his underwear, and then headed to the bathroom to relieve his nagging bladder.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he had only taken a few steps when he stopped in his tracks. He thought he had heard something. He stood and listened, and then he heard it again, clear as day. Quiet moans were coming from the living room, and he knew exactly what that meant.

Quietly, he moved to the end of the hallway and peered around the wall. His eyes got wide as he took in the sight of his best friend pumping his hand up and down on his hard cock. The light of the moon filtering in through the sheer curtains that covered the windows illuminated his friend perfectly.

All Male Fiction: Surveillance

By: Tommyhawk1

 

 

 

The van was perched in an alley behind some buildings that had seen better days. I carried a Thermos of coffee and a big brown bag that held my lunch and a bag of potato chips. Nothing else. In my line of work, you have to watch yourself on these long watches. You can gain ten pounds a week without noticing.

The van door opened as I approached. Flannery. "Thank God you showed up, Pierce."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Hey, you never know," he said. "I do these surveillances, I find myself thinking how I could be stuck here forever, you know?"

"You've been alone too long," I said semi-sympathetically.

"Well, it's your turn now," he said. "Oh, by the way, the television in the van is out."

"Shit."

"On purpose," he went on. "Big brass said that we had to keep our eyes on the suspect. Guess they're afraid you'll be too busy watching the late, late movie to notice when he gets dressed and leaves."

"Is he in bed?"

"Yeah, just got in," Flannery said. "So hurry up and confirm he's safe in bed so I can get the fuck out of here."

I got in the van and looked at the screen. A one-room apartment, currently the bed in center, the view magnified for a close-up. "Yeah, that's our baby," I said.

"Thanks." Flannery got out of there. "Have fun watching him snore. Remember, the television set is broken and so is any radio you brought along with you. They check up on you and find you not watching that screen like it's a suspense drama, your ass is grass and they've got the hedge-trimmers ready."

"Your ass," I said. "Go on, get out of here."

Hell, Flannery was right. We work an eight hour shift, and our job is to watch a suspect for any suspicious activity. The hell of it is, a twenty-four hour surveillance is dull as hell. If you had a buddy with you, you could talk, maybe. Without one, the television set was your best friend, even the small-screen model. One eye on an old movie, the other on a sleeping suspect. Except they didn't trust us poor low-level slobs to do both at once.

I saw motion and concentrated on the screen. The guy was getting a phone call. Cell phone set to vibrate, I hadn't heard a phone ring. I made a note. We'd have to find out the cell phone number and put a trace on it. All my suspect did was listen, then he said good-bye (I got that much voice on the tape, anyhow) and hung up. He'd sat up on the bed.

I knew who he was, from his file. Jackson Heath, a small-time hood running with the Kragen gang. His name had come up on a half-dozen cases, and we were hoping he was the key that would unlock the entire organization. The file had contained a picture of him. Young, dark-haired, that too-cute punk that seems to crop up time and again. I'd known that.

I hadn't known, though, what a totally gorgeous body this guy had on him. I worked the controls to get a better look, pulling back to see all of him. Wide shoulders with magnificent arcs of biceps, just a dusting of hair on his forearms, heavier coverage on his lower legs, and an enticing line from his navel down to the bush hidden in his briefs. The chest was smooth and washboard like, narrowing to a so-slender waist, the legs lithe and nicely muscled and beautiful.

 

I was getting all this from the equipment we had in the room, the cameras used a combination of infrared and enhanced technology to give me the best possible image. There was also a good bit of light coming from the windows. I got him in a sort of bluish glory.

And then he turned on the light. My computer went from infrared bluish color to full-flesh glory! Then he lay back on the bed. Peculiar. The FBI agent in me got alert for a while. He must be waiting for something. Somebody. I got ready to record whatever happened next. Whatever he did, it would be preserved for prosperity and any case that came from it.

Only he wasn't doing anything much. Lying on the bed with the covers beside him in the light, his beautiful body splayed out. One hand was up and brushing lightly over his chest, that idle movement of a man who had been awakened and couldn't sleep or didn't want to.

Brushing up and down those wonderful muscles, the tips caressing the hairs into dozens of scintillating fibers upon his skin. The sound system we had bugged his apartment with was delicate enough to pick up the soft "oooh!" sound he made as his fingers wandered southward down his body. Then again, the delicate sigh, "ooohhhh!"

And now that hand went down to his briefs, the old, worn, sagging things he wore were scant hindrance as he felt out his manhood and gripped his hardening prick.

"Shi-i-i-i-i-it!" I said as I peered at the screen. Hell, this was better programming than I'd get on the television even if it had been working (and we had satellite!) Didn't this guy know we were taping him? I thought he did. Word was he had been told by the leak in the department we hadn't plugged yet.

But if he did know... "Shi-i-i-i-it!" I said again.

He was fishing in his briefs now, both hands, working his dick now, his hands busy inside his briefs. He knew I was here. The fucker was putting on a show for me!

All Male Fiction: Night Visions (Part 1)

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

Ryan and Sean had been best friends for as long as they could remember. The two best friends were at Ryan's, hanging out after school, which was quite usual. No one else was home.

"Hey Sean, can I tell you a secret?" Ryan asked as the two sat in the living room, Sean mindlessly flipping through the TV channels.

"Sure," Sean replied with a shrug of his shoulders, not looking away from the TV.

"You remember that old movie from the 90's called Sliver we watched a little while ago?"

"Sliver… not sure, what was it about again?"
 

"It was about a guy who was the landlord of a building and he had hidden cameras set up in all the tenants' apartments, and he would watch them from his apartment on a bunch of monitors."

"Oh, yeah, right. What about it?"

"I did that," Ryan grinned.

"You did what?" Sean asked, still not looking away from his channel flipping.

"I hid a camera in someone's apartment and wirelessly transmitted the feed to my laptop."

"Yeah, sure you did," Sean laughed.

"No, really, I did," Ryan said.

"Oh yeah, did you really?" Sean said, looking away from the TV for the first time.

"Uh-huh."

"Then tell me, just exactly how did you manage to get inside some stranger's apartment to hide a camera?"

"Easy," Ryan grinned. "I just borrowed the Super's Master key one day when he was here fixing the toilet."

"Yeah, and I'm sure he just let you borrow his keys," Sean laughed.

"No, he didn't let me, he didn't even know. He had to go to the store to get a part for the toilet and left his building keys on top of the toilet tank. When I saw the movie I thought it would be cool to do that, and then realized that I already had a wireless camera. What I didn't have was a way into someone's apartment to hide the thing, and figured I never would. But, when I saw the Super's keys just lying there, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so I just grabbed them."

"And then what did you do?" Sean said with obvious put-on intrigue, letting Ryan know that he didn't believe his story at all.

Ryan paid no mind of his friend's attitude and just continued on. "So I had the keys in my hand, and I knew that I didn't have much time, so I practically ran to my bedroom and grabbed the wireless camera. Then I ran out the front door, let myself into an apartment, hid the camera, locked the door again, and then ran back to my apartment and put the Super's keys back on top of the toilet tank, all with just minutes to spare before the Super walked back in to find me sitting on the couch," Ryan rambled. "Cool, huh?"

"Yeah, cool," Sean said sarcastically.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"Nope," Sean laughed.

"I really did hide a wireless camera in someone's apartment!" Ryan said, angry that he had revealed his secret to the only person he felt he could tell, his best friend, and he didn't believe him.

 
"Dude, don't get all mad. Would you believe me if I told you the same story?"

"Well… ok, probably not," Ryan said. "But I can prove it!"

"Dude, give it up!" Sean said turning his attentions back to flipping through the channels again.

"No, seriously, come on!" Ryan said as he jumped up.

"Where?" Sean asked as he got up off the couch to follow behind Ryan.

"To the proof," Ryan said as he led Sean to his bedroom. "And there it is," he said pointing at his laptop.

It was turned on and the lid was up, although the screen was set to go black after thirty minutes, so it was blank. Sean reached over and moved the mouse. "All I see is your desktop and shortcuts," Sean said as the screen lit up.

"Well, duh, I'm not gonna leave the camera showing on my laptop for my dad to see. You have to click on a shortcut with a fake name to open the program that lets you view the camera," Ryan said, clicking on it as he spoke the words.

"Holy shit!" Sean said as a window opened and filled the screen with the live image of someone's bedroom. "You really did do it!"

"Yup," Ryan grinned proudly.