Friday, March 27, 2015

Firt Encounter - Part 1

First Encounter

Part 1 of 2

Story by Jay

I saw the ad on the internet.  He was older than me.  There was a picture and he looked good for an older guy.  He wanted just mutual jack off. 

I was new to the sex scene. I wanted to play safe and I figured masturbation was safe with another guy.  So I sent a message and a picture of me.  The reply came back within seconds.

I told him what I wanted and he agreed to masturbation and nothing more.  He sent me directions to his place.  I knew the area and drove over. 

I was nervous and shaking as I approached the front door.  I rang the doorbell and the door opened before I knew it.  I entered and sat on the couch.  Mt heart was pounding as I looked him over.  He was nice for an older guy.  He seemed calm compared to me.

After some small talk, he stood up and pulled down his pants.  He had a rather large cock.  It was cut and already hard.  He said “Go ahead and play with it.” I reached for it.  I hesitated but having a cock that close to actually touch was too tempting.  I placed my hand around his shaft.  It was like steel.

I pulled on his shaft and watch the skin move up and cover his cockhead.  His pee hole was staring at me as I jerked his cock back and forth.  His balls were hand low and swung as I jacked him off.

His voice startled me as he said “Can I play with yours?”  I was having so much fun with his cock that I forgot about my cock.  I stood up and he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.  I had worn underwear and wished that I hadn't.  But he pulled them down and out popped my cock.  He grabbed my cock and started to stroke it.
 
His voice startled me again as he said “You can go back to playing with mine.”  I went back to jacking his cock off as he did the same with me.  I wish I could had lasted longer but I felt it start and cried out “I a, cumming.”  He got on his knees and took my cock his in mouth and started sucking.
 
I came so quick I could not think straight.  He swallowed everything I shot into his mouth.  He was still on his knees when he came.  He had a towel handy and shot into it.  He finished sucking and used the towel to wipe his face.

His voice startled me once again as he said “That was great.  How did you like it?”  I was on cloud 9.  I made some comment “Good.” Or “Wonderful.”
 
I pulled up my briefs and pants.  I headed for the door.  He said “Email if you ever want to do it again.”

I smiled and headed out the door.  My heart was still pounding as I got into my car.  I said out loud “That was really good.  Hell, it was great.”


I wanted to suck him next time.  I drove off thinking “There will be a next time.”

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Short Takes - Urinal

Short Takes – Urinal

By Jay



Just a few weeks ago, I was peeing when the guy came in and took the urinal next to me. 

I removed my hand from his side and brushed my hair on my head.  This gave him more room to look. 

Of course now that I notice he was looking, I started getting hard.  He was now peeing.  I glanced over and saw a really nice cock. 

By now, I was done peeing and my cock was getting super hard.  That is when he reached over.  I made room for his hand to grab my cock.  He stroked me a few times with his left hand as he jack off his cock with his right hand. 

He came almost immediately. 


He released my cock from his hand and zipped up and left.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Small is Beautiful - Part 2

Small is Beautiful

Part 2 of 2

Story by Ben

As soon as I had a free moment, I e-mailed Warren.  By the end of the day, after a few exchanges of e-mails, we had an arrangement to meet after work later in the week.  Even in the e-mails I got the feeling that he didn't believe me when I told him how beautiful I thought his cock was.

On the day we were due to meet, I thought of Warren as soon as I woke, and my cock reacted immediately.  It led the way to the shower, pointing directly ahead, and it was staring at me in the mirror as I shaved, still as hard as a steel rod.  I made it wait.  I wanted to enjoy the anticipation.

I had trouble with my cock all day.  It persistently stretched my pants and reminded me of its needs, but I was determined to make it wait until the evening.  It was not easy.  Each time I went to the toilet, it tried to make me appease it, and I had to struggle to resist the urge to give it the release it was demanding.  But I stood my ground and made it wait.

I left the office as early as I could.  I rushed home, showered, put on a blue shirt that I think makes me look my best and my beige chinos and set off to meet Warren.  On a whim I stopped at a flower shop that I noticed on the corner of his road.  I liked the idea of presenting that big masculine man with a colorful bouquet.

I found Warren's apartment, pressed the bell and waited.  I was surprisingly nervous.  I think it was because I so desperately wanted him to believe that I was smitten by his beautiful cock, so that we could keep on meeting.  As soon as he opened the door, I thrust the flowers at him with a broad smile.  That broke the ice.  He laughed, saying no man had given him flowers before, and he put both his arms around me and squeezed me against his big body.

Of course, we went straight to the bedroom.  I had made my cock wait all day, and I was now ready to give in to it.  The passion with which I pulled Warren's face to mine made it clear that the glass of wine that he had started to offer would be more appreciated after sex, rather than before.  Warren was well over six feet tall, and a good six inches taller than me, so kissing was a bit of a contortion for both of us, as he bent low and I stretched high, but nothing was going to stop me enjoying this evening.

In the bedroom, I unbuttoned Warren's shirt and was entranced by his big broad chest, just as if I was discovering it for the first time.  I undid his pants and discovered his thick, muscular legs, covered with dark hair.  Soon we were both wearing nothing but our underwear.  I knelt, nuzzled his bulge through his white briefs, and, putting my hands between his briefs and his ass, pulled them down, so that his cock slapped my face as it was released from the garment.

I could not help myself gasping in awe at the sight of Warren's cock.  He heard my intake of breath, and said, "You know, I am almost persuaded to believe that you really do like my tiny cock."

"I do, Warren.  I really do.  It is... just beautiful."

I put my lips around it and tasted Warren's gorgeous hard cock for the first time.  I inhaled the heavy musk scent of his pubes as I sucked on his cock.

When I stood up, I took a couple of steps back to take in the sight of his whole body: his broad shoulders, his big chest, his thick, hairy arms and legs, and, in the middle of it all, that small, but beautiful, cock, so incongruous against his big body.

Soon, I was naked too, and we were on the bed.  I made Warren lie on his back, so that I could run my fingers through his chest hair, kiss his nipples and stroke the whole length of his legs from crotch to toes and back again.  I took his cock between my fingers and gently retracted the foreskin.  It was so hard.  I cupped my hand around his balls.  They were not huge, but they were certainly bigger than I would have expected the balls of a man with such a small cock to be.

Warren put a hand around my cock.  It was more than twice as long as his, and thicker.
"How can you like my cock, when yours is so much bigger?"

"I didn't say yours was big," I replied.  "I said it is beautiful.  I can't explain it, but I have always loved small cocks.  Every night since we met I have fallen asleep with the image of your cock in my head.  For me it is just perfect."

“But it is yours that is beautiful, so big and manly."

"If you find mine beautiful, that's great.  But there is nothing unmanly about your cock.  It is a perfect specimen of manhood.  I keep using the same word, but it is the word that I associate with it, beautiful, just beautiful."

Warren pushed me onto my back and took my cock in his mouth.  He was so big, but so gentle.  His lips caressed my aching penis so tenderly.  His big hands were holding me so delicately.  Ever since we had met, in the toilets of the department store, I had thought only about Warren's penis; I had been almost obsessed by it.  I had given no thought to Warren as a person.  Now that I had his body touching mine, his hands teasing my nipples and gently stroking my chest, and his tongue working wonders on my cock, I realized what a caring lover he was.  I realized it would not take much to make me fall in love with this guy.

I didn't want to cum without tasting Warren's cock again, so I pulled myself free and forced Warren back onto his back.  I knelt between his legs, put my mouth around his beautiful cock, and massaged it with my lips and my tongue.  My hands were on his thighs, and soon I felt them tense.  They pushed against my hands as his hips thrust upwards and he sent his juice spurting into my mouth.

There was nothing unmanly about Warren's cock, and there was nothing unmanly about the large quantity of thick, salty, male juice that filled my mouth.  I kept his cock in my mouth as I swallowed his cum and carefully cleaned the end of his cock with my tongue.  Then I raised myself up and smiled at Warren.  He put his hand around my cock, smiling too, and with just two or three strokes the pent-up pressure that had been eating away at my inside all day sent spurt after spurt of cum gushing out onto his body, where it meandered among the dark hairs of his chest.


I lay down beside Warren, with my head on his shoulder.  We held hands, our fingers paddling in the pool of my cum.  I lifted my head to look into his eyes and we smiled at each other.  I think he now believed that I found his cock beautiful.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Small is Beautiful - Part 1

Small is Beautiful

Part 1 of 2

Story by Ben

It was my lunch break and I was feeling horny.  I decided to go to a department store nearby.  On the second floor there are some toilets where guys sometimes go for lunchtime fun.

I went in.  The place seemed to be empty.  I stood at one of the three urinals for a while, but no one came in.  My time was limited.  I had to get back to the office soon.  In the end I gave up.  I would just have to live with the aching in my loins all afternoon and find a way of satisfying it after work.

I went to wash my hands.  The cubicles were beyond the urinals, and the wash basins were opposite them.  This meant that, as you washed your hands, the cubicles were behind you, and you could see them in the mirror that covered the whole wall above the wash basins.  The doors to two of the cubicles were wide open, clearly showing that they were empty.  As I turned on the tap, I realized that the door of the third cubicle, the furthest one from the entrance, was shut.  It must have been shut ever since I arrived.  I washed my hands, and then looked up at the mirror again.  The door that had been shut was now slightly ajar.  I dried my hands, using the roller towel that was attached to the end wall, between the wash basins and the cubicles.  While I was drying my hands I was therefore standing right next to the door that was ajar.  I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the door.

I dried my hands very slowly, standing absolutely still.  The door opened just a little bit more.  I touched it gently, so that it opened some more.  That was enough.  The guy inside knew I was interested, and he opened the door fully.

He was sitting on the toilet.  He was a big guy, not at all overweight, just big.  If he wasn't a rugby player, he should have been.  He had broad shoulders and a heavy frame.  He had taken his shirt off and I could see his massive chest, big, wide, and covered in hair.  I smiled and touched my crotch.
  
That gave him the courage to smile back.  Slowly he stood, and as he did I saw his cock, which until then had been hidden because of his seated position.

I was shocked.  This big guy, this big bear of a guy, had a really small cock.  I was entranced.  

Perhaps you won't believe this, but I have always had a weakness for small cocks.  Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against big ones; I like a big cock as much as the next man.  But it is small ones that really turn me on.  It is small ones that make me go weak at the knees.  One of my best friends in my college days had a small cock.  We were never lovers as such, but, as two horny young men, it was only natural that we should occasionally sleep over in each other's room to ‘help each other out’, to deal with that massive pressure that eats away inside a young man's body unless it is released.  I used to tell him how much I loved his cock, but I always felt he didn't believe me. 
  
Sometimes I even felt he thought I was mocking him.  I wasn't.  I genuinely loved his cock.  I loved holding it, sucking it, just looking at it.

My college friend's cock was small, but this guy's was significantly smaller.  I could not take my eyes off it.  I moved my hand forward to touch it.  I held my hand out, palm upwards, so that as it reached the guy, his cock rested on my hand.  Until then, I had thought it was unaroused.  But as soon as my hand made contact with it, I could feel that it was hard.  I slowly closed my hand around it and confirmed that it was in fact fully erect.  It was as hard as a cock can be.

I released my grip and looked at it again.  It was less than three inches long.  Sometimes in the past I had encountered cocks whose girth made up for what they lacked in length, but this one was thin as well as short.  And I just loved it.  I absolutely loved it.

I closed my hand around it again.  There was so much that I wanted to do.  I wanted to feel it, to hold it, to suck it, to lick it.  With my hand gripping the guy's cock, I made a few slow strokes, starting to worry about the time and the need to get back to the office.  I looked into the guy's eyes.  He stared back, as if in a trance.  Then I realized why.  I had only made three or four strokes of his hard cock, but all of a sudden I saw his body lurch and I felt warm liquid fill my hand.  The guy looked horrified.  I smiled at him broadly and after a few spasms his facial expression seemed to relax.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

“Why sorry?  That was great.  I enjoyed it."

"I didn't want to cum so quickly.  Actually, I didn't mean to cum at all.  It's just... your hand felt so good, so warm and... I couldn't help myself."

"I'm glad you couldn't," I said.  "I love your cock."  I could tell from his expression that he didn't believe me.  "And I am glad to have shared that moment with you."

I took my hand from around his cock and looked at it.  His cock may have been tiny, but the load it had produced was prodigious.  My hand was full and almost overflowing.  I turned round to rinse it under the tap.  Then I turned back to the guy, who was wiping himself with toilet paper.

"I'd love to see you again," I said, "and somewhere more private, so that I can really enjoy your cock."  He looked puzzled.

"I really would," I said in an effort to convince him.  "I have to go.  If I don't leave immediately, I shall be late getting back to the office.  How can I contact you?"

He took a pen and a small notebook out of his pocket.  He wrote something, tore the page out and handed it to me.  On it he had written a name, Warren, and an e-mail address.  I leant forward and kissed him.  It was just a quick peck, but on the mouth, then I turned to leave.

"I'll write this afternoon."


With that, I was on my way.  I had not cum, but the experience had been so unexpected and exciting that it had left me feeling a sort of satisfaction.  The aching in my loins had gone.  I hurried back to the office, my mind filled with the memory of my hand wrapped around that beautiful cock.  I was happy.  And I was looking forward to my next meeting with the guy.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Piss Play

Piss Play

By Jay



I laid down in my tub and held my cock and pointed it towards my chest.  I started to pee. It was warm, maybe hot.   At first it was a weak stream, then it got stronger.  It splashed on my chest and was getting closer to my face.  Then it hit my face. My piss tasted salty.  Not sure if that is normal. 

Once I started to pee and my stream got strong, then I just kept peeing.  I was covered in piss from my face down.   

I kept peeing.  It seemed endless.  Finally I started to stop and pee in small burst of piss.  I got up and the pee ran off my body.  I turned on the shower and got clean up.  The taste remained in my mouth.  Once I finished showering, I went for the mouthwash.  

Not once but twice.

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Saturday, March 21, 2015

The Hairdresser Again - Part 3

The Hairdresser Again

Part 3 of 3

Story by Ben

When I woke the next morning, Daniel was lying beside me, looking at me.  He smiled at me as soon as I opened my eyes.

I remembered how he had looked after me the previous evening.  After the amazing sex, he had taken me back to the shower to rinse the copious cum from my body.  Of course, my tiredness had returned once the excitement was over.  Daniel had made me sit in an armchair with a glass of wine while he prepared a simple but delicious meal.  Once the meal was over, he had insisted that I should go to bed while he cleared up.  I remembered him saying something like, “You need to sleep.  I shall leave you in peace tonight to let you sleep.  I shall be pleased enough to have you in bed next to me.  But tomorrow morning will be another story.  You need to get all the sleep you can get, because there is no way I am leaving you in peace tomorrow morning.” 

Accompanied, of course, by his gorgeous, captivating smile, I remembered going to bed, as directed by Daniel.  I think I fell asleep in seconds.  I was vaguely aware of Daniel joining me in bed at some point and of him putting his arm comfortingly around my body before I went straight back to sleep.  

And I remembered nothing else.  I had slept solidly until now.

“I think you slept well,” he said.

“I certainly did.  I feel so much better.”

“That’s good.  I hope you have plenty of energy after your long sleep, because now we are going to pick up where we left off before dinner last night.”

Daniel moved closer to me to kiss me.  As he did so, I felt his cock against my body.  It was already rigid.  I felt slightly embarrassed that mine was still completely soft.

“You are certainly ready,” I said, brushing my hand against his cock to show what I was referring to.
“I have been waiting for you to wake up.  I have been in that state for a while now, so don’t keep me waiting any longer.”  Again, said with his beautiful smile.

This time his kissing was passionate from the start.  His body was controlled by his hormones as he ran his hands all over my chest and his tongue probed deep into my mouth.  I need not have worried about my soft cock.  It was as hard as Daniel’s within seconds, under the effect of his passion.

Soon it was in Daniel’s mouth.  He was virtually swallowing it.  This was so different from the gentle, restrained, love-making of the previous evening, but every bit as good.  I was immensely flattered to think that I could arouse such passion in a man as young and beautiful as Daniel.

Suddenly, he stopped sucking my cock and moved further down.  He put his hands under both buttocks and lifted them off the bed, using his elbows as support.  He was licking my balls, then the area behind them, and then his tongue was in my ass.  He was licking the hole, sending waves of electricity through my whole body.  He was touching nerve endings that I never knew I had.  I thought I was going to shoot my load just from the effect of Daniel’s tongue on my ass.  The guy was amazing.  I struggled to stop myself from cumming.  Daniel just kept going, licking, sucking, chewing, and continuing to send spasms of sheer pleasure through my body.

Eventually, he stopped and looked at me, smiling.  I could barely focus, but I knew there was a broad smile on my face.  I pulled myself together and took charge.  I turned Daniel onto his back and stretched my body on top of his.  We kissed again for a long time.  Then I started to move down Daniel’s body, kissing his neck, his chest, his stomach, his cock, his balls.  And I did to him what he had done to me.  I lifted his buttocks to expose his inviting puckered hole, and I kissed it and kissed it and kissed it.  I licked it and sucked it.  And Daniel was writhing with pleasure.  I felt elated to think that I could bring such pleasure to this beautiful young man.

Only when my arms started to ache did I let Daniel’s body back down onto the bed.  I turned my attention to his cock, his beautiful, long, thin cock.  It was already wet with sweet-tasting pre-cum.  I slowed down.  We were back in the slow, gentle mode of the previous evening.  I moved my lips slowly up and down Daniel’s delicious cock.  After a while he tried to pull me off, but I wouldn’t let him.  His body was squirming with pleasure and I knew he was losing control.  I wanted him to.  I wanted to reward him, and soon I felt his cock push further towards my throat and his warm sweet liquid spurt repeatedly into my mouth.

Once I had swallowed all Daniel’s juice and licked his cock clean, I moved to lie beside him.
“You are wonderful,” he said.  “That was amazing.  Fantastic.  Just wonderful.”

He took my cock in his hand.  I could see that he had very little energy left, but he was determined to keep going.  He did not need to do much.  I was at the height of arousal, and a couple of strokes from his lovely smooth hand were enough to take me over the edge.

Now I was exhausted too.  We lay there, looking at each other, just as we had the previous evening.

After a while, I said, “I don't understand.  You are so beautiful and so much younger than me.  And yet you seem to be attracted to me."

"I don't care about age.  In fact, I've always tended to prefer older men.  And I find you beautiful too.  I have the feeling you don’t think you are, but beauty is a personal thing.  It is not objective.  I found you beautiful even in the salon, when I only saw your face.  But when you came for the massage and I saw your gorgeous hairy chest and your legs and your arms, I was smitten.  And I had enjoyed chatting to you in the salon, and that added to your beauty.  I always think the way you get on with a person affects your perception of them.  If you enjoy being with someone, it can make them seem more attractive, even physically."

Then he added, with his disarming smile, " And I haven't even mentioned your amazing cock."