All Male True Experience: My First Gay Blowjob

By: alex77019

Many years ago, when I was a senior in college, as I was crossing the campus I needed to use the men's room, so I entered a campus building and looked for the washroom. I found it, down in the basement.

I chose the first stall, and as I entered, the walls were all covered with graffiti, the usual stuff that guys write on walls. When I took a seat, I turned my head to the other wall to read some of it and noticed there was a hole in the wooden divider between my stall and the next one. The hole was pretty big, and before I even had time to start doing what I went in there to do, another guy entered the stall next to mine.

After a few moments, I could hear a noise coming from his stall. It was quiet, rhythmic, and somewhat familiar sounding. Leaning forward, I found myself peeking through the hole in the wall, and there, in my full view, was another young college guy sitting on the can, leaning back, and stroking his semi-erect dick.

At first I moved my face away. I had never had any thoughts or desires towards other men. I was only into girls, and thought how fucked up it was that I had looked. Despite this, moments later, I found myself looking again. They guy's cock was rock hard now. I had never seen another man's cock before, except in straight porn, and I found myself almost mesmerized by the sight of it. I told myself that is why I couldn't stop looking, it was simply a matter of seeing something I had never seen before, sheer curiosity.

Then something else fucked up happened… my cock started to get hard! I couldn't believe it! Why had I sprung a rod from seeing another guy's hard dick? I wasn't queer, I knew that. What the fuck was going on? I wanted to pull up my pants and get the hell out of there, but my body didn't move. It was like I was frozen in place. And then, while still looking through the hole, I realized I had unconsciously started to stroke my own cock now, too!

Suddenly, the guy straightened up, leaned forward on the toilet and looked at the hole. I quickly pulled my head back, but I was pretty sure he saw that I had been watching him. Standing up, I reached down for my underwear, and the next thing I knew, the guy stuck his finger through the hole. I had no idea why, but he fingered the hole a couple of times and then he leaned his face near the hole and told me to shove my cock through it.

All Male Fiction: On the Mat

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

It was a grueling practice. The coach had worked us hard, trying to get us ready for the meet that was coming up against our rival school. Their wrestling team always beat us, but this year Coach was determined that we would win. So he was always on our butts, pushing us harder and harder, regularly keeping one of us after practice for extra coaching. A lot of guys on the team would grumble in the locker room about how hard the coach would work us during practice, but not me. I enjoyed the hard, sweaty workouts with the team. It gave us some team spirit, not to mention a common "enemy" - Coach Meyer.

One thing you gotta say for Coach, he knew his business. He was the top in his weight class in college, and here he was, not two years later, coaching our team. He kept himself in great shape, too, always working out in the weight room, keeping his body hard and tight, never deviating much from his 177lb wrestling weight. Broad, muscular shoulders, defined pecs, narrow waist and hips - a great body for a wrestler.

We were in the same weight class, and my body was pretty good, too. I worked out for it, trying to keep up with Coach, and did pretty well, too. I was just a bit smaller in the shoulders, but otherwise we were pretty evenly matched, body wise.

Not to say that any of us on the team were slackers. We all kept up as best we could with Coach. Kind of a pride thing. First thing we did before practice was meet in the weight room for a workout. Coach was always in there before us, and worked with us almost like a personal trainer, pushing us to go harder. Then we'd go into the wrestling room, pairing up and testing each other, trying new holds, sweating up a storm.

This day, all the guys were exhausted after practice. We all hit the showers, but there was none of the usual horsing around. We all just wanted to get out of the gym to nurse our sore muscles.

And most of us did. I wasn't so lucky. I was one of the last in the showers, and so was one of the last to be in the locker room, drying off, when Coach walked in.

"Tim," he said, "I'm not happy with your workout today. You weren't taking care of business out there. Get back into your singlet. We've got some work to do."

"Ok, Coach," I said. But it wasn't ok. I had just showered, and now had to get back into my sweaty uniform, not to mention my only jock, which was also damp with sweat, only to have to shower again later. But Coach seemed pretty insistent, and I was the only one left who had yet to go through some additional one-on-one coaching after practice, so I didn't really have much of a choice.

When I came out of the locker room, I found Coach standing on the mat, waiting for me, his hands on his hips, still in his singlet.

"You ready?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be," I answered. "What was I doing wrong?"

"You weren't pushing for the pin like I told you. The only way you're gonna win at wrestling is to go for the pin, all else be damned."

"Yeah, but Coach..."

"No buts, Tim. Let me show you how to do it."

He hunkered down in wrestling position, ready to lock up with me. I did the same. We approached each other, got our hands on each other's shoulders, he slipped his hand behind my neck, and we started to circle each other. He shot his hand out, catching me behind my knee, and pulled up, toppling me back. He landed on top of me, swung around, catching me in a deep crotch hold, trying to cradle me up into a fast pin. But I managed to bridge back, preventing him from getting my shoulders down. As I did this, I felt his hand slip through my legs, until it rested on the pouch of my singlet. I thought I felt his hand give it a slight squeeze, but I was sure I was mistaken.

I got my arm around his neck, slipped my arm through his legs, and rolled him over on his back. Now I was close to pinning him, but he rolled through, and away from me. He stood up, ready to lock up again.

This time, I managed to get my arms around his chest in a bear hug, lifting him off the mat, and slamming him down, with me on top. He wrapped his legs around me in a body scissors and held me there. We were chest to chest, crotch to crotch. I grabbed his wrists to pin them over his head, when he broke his scissors, and bridged up. I was on top of him, feeling the pressure of my dick pushing down on his, and noticed that he had thrown a rod. The feeling of his dick against mine caused a reaction in my own crotch, and I started to get boned up, too.

We wrestled like that for about fifteen minutes. I could partially see some of his cock outlined as it stretched the material of his singlet. My full-on hard-on was even more obvious in my singlet, but that didn't stop us. Guys always get hard-ons when they wrestle, it's natural.

Finally we broke off for a short rest. We were both soaked with sweat and panting from the exertion. We both lay on our backs, trying to get some air into our lungs, when Coach turned to me. "Not bad, Tim," he said. "I knew if I pushed you, you'd do ok."

"Thanks, Coach. You do pretty well yourself."

He laughed, and punched me in the arm. I did the same to him. He hit me again. Pretty soon, we were rolling around with each other, play-wrestling. He landed on top of me, getting me in a tight bear hug, trying to pin me down. Suddenly we both stopped, realizing that our crotches were mashed together. Coach rolled off me and stood up.

"This singlet is too wet to wrestle in," Coach said and then began to peel himself out of it. "Yours is soaked with sweat, too. Strip it off, Tim," Coach Meyer said as he tossed his singlet to the floor and stood looking down at me, hands on hips, in just his jockstrap.

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 5)

"The Uninvited Guest"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels

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Laughter filled the now brightly lit hallway. "Nice pants!"
 

I turned around to meet my brother's gaze. "Uh, yeah, I sat in something over at Brad's."

Jeff laughed again. "Yeah, more like sat on something!"

"Oh come on, you know Brad has a girlfriend," I said, remembering the promise I had made to Brad.

"Yeah, so? I've had a few of those myself, but that still didn't stop me from fucking your ass."

"Look, Brad and I are just buddies."

"Yeah, butt-buddies," Jeff laughed. "Come on, I saw the back of your pants, can smell them too. I know what that big wet stain is. I know it's not your load back there, and you were with Brad all day, so who else could it be besides him?"

"Ok, ok. Brad fucked me." I noticed Jeff's cock beginning to slither down the left side of his jeans as I admitted it, and the idea of Jeff getting hard over me getting fucked started to get me hard too. "But you have to promise not to say anything, not even to him. He made me promise never to tell anyone, not even you."

"And you were really going to keep it a secret from me?" Jeff asked sounding a bit hurt.
 

"Yeah, I promised him… but I probably would have told you soon enough anyway," I grinned.

"So how'd it happen? What did you do, jump the poor guy and rape him or something?" Jeff laughed.

"No, I didn't have to. He came onto me."

"Really?" Jeff said sounding surprised.
 

"Well, it's not that hard to believe," I scowled.

Jeff laughed. "I just meant, you said he made you promise not to tell anyone, so being that worried about people finding out, how did he even know you'd be into it? It's not like anyone would think you were gay just by looking at you."

"Well… he, uh… heard us fucking," I said, wondering how Jeff would react to that.

He didn't say anything for a minute and then said, "Hmm that explains it then, why he wanted to fuck you so bad."

"What does?" I asked.
 

"He must have heard me say how tight your ass was," Jeff said and then laughed. Then the smile and laughter quickly disappeared. "So, was he better than me?" he demanded to know with all seriousness.

At six-three, he towered over my six-foot self and was kind of intimidating. The fact that he was in just a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with his perfect pecs showing through, and biceps bulging, and his deep blue eyes piercing my own made him even more so. But I wasn't scared of him. "Hell yeah, way better," I said. The look on Jeff's face was priceless and I busted out laughing.

"You asshole," Jeff said laughing now too, and then he grabbed me and pushed me to the floor and started wrestling with me, but I managed to get on top pretty quickly and pin him down.
 

As I sat on him, I could feel his cock pressing through his jeans against my wet ass. He grinned at me and started grinding into me. I let out a soft sigh, letting my guard down, and he pushed me up, flipped me over onto my back, and had me pinned now. He held my arms above my head with one hand and started undoing my shirt.
 

Once all my buttons were undone, he started running his hand down my body as he continued to hold my arms above my head with the other. I released little moans as his tongue explored my nipples and his hand got lower until he started undoing my pants. He kissed his way down my body as he unzipped my fly and pulled my pants over my throbbing cock.
 

With my cock exposed, his tongue left my body momentarily and I could feel his hot breath on my dick. "Oh, fuck, Jeff, suck me off! Please!" I begged as I lifted my head slightly and looked down into his blue eyes, which were staring up at me.
 

A grin came over his face, and then, quick as a flash, he grabbed me and flipped me onto my stomach, and pulled my pants down and off to expose my ass. Then I could hear his fly unzip and his jeans sliding down and off before feeling his big dick between my bare cheeks as he started grinding his cock against my ass.
 

"Damn, Brad really did a number on you. Your ass is so wet from his load. I'm not even gonna need lube for this."

He started pushing his thick cock into my ass. It started sliding in all the way until every inch was in me. Jeff lifted my ass up for better support and started fucking me hard.

"Fuck yeah little bro, Brad's cock must have been pretty thick to stretch you this much. But your ass feels amazing wrapped around my dick."

"Hello?" a muffled voice called out from the front.
 

Because we were only in the hallway, I knew we were going to get caught in just seconds. My head was down and my teeth clenched as my brother drove his cock all the way inside me and held it there, frozen.

All Male Fiction: The Trouble With Twins

By: nevada_gavin & Ryan Michaels

There's one thing about having twin brothers - you're always in the minority. The twins were just a year younger than me, and they'd kept me on guard ever since my dad married their mom when I was just a kid. They were always up to something, usually at my expense. I hated it while I was growing up, but after I went off to college and got away from them for a few years, I was actually looking forward to seeing them again. We were all getting together for a family holiday at the folks, and I was wondering what kind of a stunt they were going to pull on me now that we were all adults. I had no doubt they were still as full of mischief as they had been when we were growing up. Boy, was I ever right about that!

They arrived home about an hour after I did and started razzing me right away, just like they had done years before. They'd grown up to be good-looking guys, their dark hair cut short and their builds solid. They'd both gotten into lifting weights, and it was showing up in their heavily muscled arms and thick chests. I was tall and slender, more a runner than a weightlifter.

After dinner, they put their heads together and kept looking over at me and nudging each other, laughing like they were plotting trouble. As I sat there watching them, I couldn't help but noticing that if I saw them in a bar, I'd be attracted to them. I'd never told them I was gay growing up, figuring it would just give them something else to razz me about, but once I went off to college I came out to my family. Everyone took it well and was very accepting. Oh, the twins still razzed me when we were all home, but they never razzed me about that.

I turned in shortly before midnight, and the twins followed suit. It was just like old times - me in my room, the twins across the hall, making a hell of a racket while getting ready for bed, and mom and dad in the master bedroom on the main floor.

I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard my door creak. I started to sit up, but the guys were on top of me before I could get my head off the pillow. I struggled, but I didn't have a chance in hell against them.

All Male Fiction: Private Lessons (Part 3)

By: Ryan Michaels

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I stopped dead as I heard Mr. Johnson's voice. My heart began beating faster and my shoulders stiffened and rose slightly. I was frozen in place momentarily, and then I slowly turned around, full of trepidation.

As I came to face him, however, despite my fear and anxiety, my eyes automatically fell on my teacher's long dong. It was soft now, well almost. Rather than hanging down long and straight as it always had when I had seen it those other times, now it was pointing out from his body very slightly. The head of his giant cock was red, and I could see the shine of wetness on the tip. I knew why, and so did Mr. Johnson! Now the only question was, did he know that I knew, and, if he did, what was he going to do about it?

After realizing where my eyes were, I raised them up Mr. Johnson's body to meet his eyes. He must have known I was looking because he had stood silently for those few moments that I had been mesmerized by his big penis.

Once eye contact had been made, Mr. Johnson spoke. "Where do you think you're going, Ryan?"

"I-I'm going back to my dorm room, sir."

"Not yet you're not," Mr. Johnson said and started to approach me.

I felt myself start to tremble slightly. Then Mr. Johnson, standing right in front of me now, reached out and took my jockstrap, which was dangling below my books, the one strap of which had been held by one of my fingers. In my haste to get in and out of there as quickly as possible, I hadn't even realized that I had snagged it when grabbing my books.

"You know that you're not allowed to take your jock back to your dorm, Ryan," Mr. Johnson said. The jockstraps were provided by the school, with each student's first name and the first initial of their last name written on the front of the wide waistband with permanent marker. After they had been worn (we didn't wear them for every gym class) they were to be tossed in a bin for laundering and never allowed to be removed from the locker room.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. I didn't even know I had hooked it with my books. I guess I just forgot to toss it in the bin after I got dressed."

"Ok, Ryan," Mr. Johnson said. "Now you'd better get back to your dorm. Looks like you have quite a bit of homework you should be doing," he said nodding at the pile of books in my hands.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson. Goodbye Mr. Johnson," I blurted nervously, and then I quickly turned on my heels and made for the door.

Once outside, I fell back against the locker room doors and let out a big sigh, relieved that Mr. Johnson hadn't confronted me about peeping on him. Obviously, he had no idea that I had witnessed his private moment in the showers or he surely would have said something.

A moment later, I found myself turning around and pressing my eye to the thin crack that appeared between the double steel doors of the locker room. My line of sight was filled with a rear view of my naked teacher walking away. I looked at his ass, and then below it and saw what I, for some reason, longed to see, part of his large cock hanging down between his legs, swinging and bouncing around as he padded across the locker room floor. My attention was diverted from my teacher's oversized penis when he neared the bin where the jockstraps got deposited and kept on walking without dropping mine into it, still holding it in his hand as he turned and headed in the direction of his office.

I didn't know what to make of all that I had seen, but I knew one thing for sure: I needed to get back to the dorms and jerk off right away!

After I got off, homework, sleep, and the next day's classes had kept my mind otherwise engaged and off thoughts of the previous afternoon. But now it was time for gym class again, and I was dreading it. During the hours between classes, I had somehow managed to convince myself that Mr. Johnson was fully aware that I had spied on him in the showers, and was fearful of the repercussions I might face now that he had had a day to think over exactly what it was he was going to do about it.

When gym class ended, Mr. Johnson, as expected, put me in the last shower rotation to shower with him and one other student. At least it wouldn't be just me and Mr. Johnson this time. That would assure that he wouldn't bring anything up in the showers, and I planned to make sure I was dressed and out of there before my other shower mate.

But, Mr. Johnson didn't take his shower with the last two as he almost always did. It was just me and Tommy Mitchell, a classmate I didn't really associate with.

This just convinced me even more that he knew I knew what he had done in the showers because he was making a point not to shower with me. The fact that he had chosen not to, settled my nerves. Now I knew I could shower and dress and get out of there without seeing him again for sure. Despite this, though, I still found myself kind of wishing he would come and take a shower with us so I could get a look at his cock again… and it was with those thoughts of my teacher's large penis that my own started to get hard!

I couldn't believe it! I had never once sprung a boner in the showers in front of my classmates, only Mr. Johnson. And now here I was getting one in front of Tommy Mitchell!

All Male True Experience: Cruising for Cock

By: chicagobasil

One night after work I decided to stop off at the park for some fun. I knew for a fact that action took place at this park during the lunch hour, but I was not sure what the action was like at this time of the day, or if there would be any at all. I pulled into the lot of the park and all I saw were straight couples.

Sticking around to see if anyone interesting showed up, I sat in my car pretending to be deeply into my book, every now and again looking up to see who was pulling up. As I looked up this time, I saw a nice looking guy get out of his car and head down a path. Then to my right I saw a really hot guy enter the park on foot and do the same. The second guy made my cock stir just looking at him, so I put the book down, hopped out of my car and headed towards the path.

As I walked along I came to a fork in the road. I could either continue on straight ahead or turn left. Letting my hard-on be my guide I took the path ahead of me. It was paved and I figured it would be easy to get back to my truck. As I made my way along it I saw the second guy in the distance standing at the side of the path. He looked over at me and then continued down the path. The first guy was not too far ahead.

After walking a short way, again there was a cross road. This time guy number one headed into the woods and guy number two followed him. I decided to look for another way up, perhaps hoping to get a glimpse of the two of them in action.

Straight Fiction: Working Overtime

By: billy_strokes

I spent the majority of my day distracted from my work, in a state of constant arousal, and it was entirely her fault. She was a new girl at the office and it was her first day, and she was hot! Because of that distraction I was now stuck at the office working overtime.

I don't know if it was because I was exceptionally horny or what, but everything about this new employee made me want to cum. Every time she walked by I couldn't stop staring at her boots and thinking they screamed "Fuck Me!" When I walked by her desk at one point, she had dropped something while setting up her cubicle and she was kneeling beneath it, on her knees, with her ass in the air, and I thought I was going to bust a nut right then and there. I was practically crazy from lust.

I spent most of the day gently massaging myself through my pants between phone calls and assignments. Every time someone walked by I had to quickly move my hand away so I wouldn't get caught. Every time she walked by, even after removing my hand, I was still afraid that I would leave a huge cum stain on the front of my pants. Eventually, in the later part of the afternoon, I moved to the boardroom to hopefully keep me focused.

Moving to the boardroom did keep me more focused, slightly, but I was still extremely horny and thinking of her. Finally, the day was over for everyone else, and I waited to hear the outside door close after the last person left, and then I practically ripped my pants open to relieve my pent-up cravings. It wasn't like I had ever done that at work before, but I still had a couple of hours of work to catch up on, and I would never be able to concentrate if I did not take care of myself, I knew that.

Leaning back in my chair I got comfortable and began gently stroking myself. I was thinking back to the new girl on her knees beneath her desk. I imagined her gently sliding her lips up and down on my dick. My fingers gently caressed my shaft, sliding up and down, and occasionally circled around the edge of the head. The sensations raced throughout my entire pelvis, my balls swelled and I squeezed the muscles of my ass. My hips slid back and forth in my chair as I pretended I was pumping in and out of her luscious mouth. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock, down onto my fingers, lubricating me further and making the sensations even greater.

It wasn't long before I felt myself getting close. I didn't want to cum on my dress shirt and tie, so I stood up to shoot on the boardroom table. Now standing, I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and pumped myself toward the orgasm that had been building all day. I could feel my dick twitch in my hand and feel my balls begin to tighten. I was about to spew a massive load of cum the table as I imagined it to be her face.

Suddenly I was yanked from my fantasy, hearing someone calling my name to see if I was still there. Before I could get my hand off of my dick, let alone put it away, she was standing in the doorway. She was in mid-sentence, saying something about forgetting her cell phone after an earlier orientation meeting, when she stopped dead in her tracks.