Saturday, February 28, 2015

First Time - Part 1

First Time

Part 1 of 2

Story by Matt Lee

I scrolled through Craigslist trying to find a buddy to jack off with. I had never tried this sort of thing as I had had a girlfriend up until 4 weeks ago. I found out she was cheating with another guy so I called it quits. It hurt me quite a bit so I hadn’t had any sexual activity since we split but tonight I was horny again and I wanted to try something different. I had never fooled around with a guy but I had been thinking about it since I split up with Sophie and I was more interested in exploring the male body.

I scrolled through the ads until I saw one from a 23 year old guy who wanted a jack off buddy as he was new to this thing as well. He lived nearby so I contacted him straight away letting him know that I was keen and that I was new to it as well.

He came back to me quickly and said he was ready for it. He agreed to meet at my place in 20 minutes. I was suddenly nervous but excited at the same time. I had never seen a guy pull out his cock sexually and was almost cumming at the thought of it.

At about 8:47 I saw a pick up pull up across the street. I was watching from the 6th floor living room window of my apartment. I lived by myself.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. I went and opened the door and saw a healthy fit good looking guy looking back at me. I held my hand out for him to shake and he shook it firmly with his strong grip. His name was Cam. I brought him into my apartment and he told me how he lived by himself too.

I grabbed 2 beers out of the fridge and we sat down on the 3 seater couch in the living room. We started talking. He told me how he didn't have a girlfriend as she had broken up with him and that he played rugby and was a tradie.

He was a picture of health and masculinity. His voice was deep and he had blue eyes and stubble abound his face. His teeth were white and he had brown hair and a light dusting of hair on his well-developed legs. His arms were big and his chest was a perfect shape. I couldn't wait for him to take his shirt off so I could see what he was like underneath.

We then got talking about guys and we opened up about our secret attractions to them. He put his hand under his rugby singlet and started rubbing his abs which was a huge turn on. He was smooth and had beautiful brown tanned skin. He saw me staring at him and grinned.

He put his beer down and shifted closer to me on the couch. He started rubbing his cock through his football shorts. I started to do the same and slowly our cocks grew bigger. Cam looked at me and smiled and started to pull his shorts and jocks down. His big 8 inch cut cock popped out and stood out stiff. It had a big mushroom head.

I did the same, I slid my shorts and jocks off and started stroking my hard cock. He looked up and down at mine and we sat there jerking off, not saying anything, just breathing heavily. We sat there for about 5 minutes doing this.

Suddenly Cam started moaning out loud and calling out my name and saying how he loved my cock. He moved closer again to me and put his right arm over my shoulder and brought his hand around and stroked my neck. He sat there for a while doing that and jacking off at the same time.

It was a beautiful passionate feeling, I loved it. I put my left arm over his shoulder and did the same. 

Soon Cam stopped and slipped his singlet over his head. His chest and abs were perfectly formed, one of a healthy well-built football player. I did the same and he patted my stomach and played with my nipples for a minute and laughed as he did it. It felt amazing.

We were sitting there completely nude then. We starred at each other’s bodies for a while then sat back close together to continue our session. We became a lot more vocal and horny this time. Suddenly I felt the urge to cum and I knew I was going to lose my load soon.

I told Cam this and he said for me to lose it over his chest so I stood up in front of him and knelt down on the couch either side of his legs so my cock was the same height as his chest. I jacked off like this for a bit then felt it coming on so I moaned and called his name out loud and he started telling me to cum for him, it was an amazing feeling.

He stopped jacking off and brought his hands up and rubbed my legs. I threw my head back and let my explosive load go and spurted out globs of white cum all over his chest. He then took his hands off my legs and stared rubbing the cum all over his chest. He looked up at me and smiled and thanked me for it. I stood up and sunk back into the couch exhausted.

He then took the same position that I had done for him. His cock was staring at me in the face. He said ‘You like it don’t you?’ and I told him how good it looked. He then lent forward and started rubbing his mushroom head on my lips. I poked my tongue out and started licking the cockhead and eventually I opened my mouth right up and took it all in.

It was an amazing sensation. The feel of a warm hard cock in my mouth for me to do what I liked with it was something I had wanted to do to a guy for a while now. I sucked him for about 7 minutes then he told me he was going to cum. He took the cock out of my mouth and jacked off over my chest. He threw his head back and moaned out loud and shot a massive load of hot cum over my chest. He knelt there for a while draining the last drops of cum out and fell down beside me exhausted onto the couch. I rubbed the cum like he had done all over my chest enjoying the texture of it. We sat there for a while not saying anything, just enjoying each other’s company and the feeling of sitting next to another guy in the nude. 

Friday, February 27, 2015


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Thursday, February 26, 2015

1 Year Anniversary

1 Year Anniversary

Story by Shakes

I woke up this morning and remembered that it’s my girlfriend and my 1 year anniversary. I decided to get up early while she was still in bed sleeping. I rushed to the kitchen and started to cook her breakfast; I baked some pancakes with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. I rushed to the store to buy some roses and started to take the petals off, but I kept 1 rose.

I went upstairs and threw the petals all over the room. She was still asleep and I woke her up by giving her a kiss on her lips. She woke up with the greatest smile. I gave her her breakfast and laid next to her on the bed. We were both naked and we eat the breakfast. There was still some chocolate sauce and whipped cream left when we were done, and she came up with an idea. She pushed me on my back and took the covers off, she started to kiss me and poured the chocolate sauce over my body and started to lick it off.

I did the same with her and finished it with whipped cream. She stood up when we were done. She grabbed my cock and guided me to the shower. The water was warm and we were both horny. She pushed me against the wall and started to give me a blowjob, but stopped before I could come. “I still have plans for us” she said. I started to soap her body and massaged her back. We got out of the shower when we were clean, I started to dry each other. “Are you ready for your surprise?” she asked me.

I took her in my arms and went downstairs. I couldn't believe my eyes when we entered the living room. There were jars of body paint everywhere. She explained to me that we were about to have some fun with body paint. She took some red paint and painted a big heart in the middle of my chest. I did the same with her. After 15 minutes we were laying on the floor covered in paint, having the best sex ever. I didn't take long before we both came at the same time.

I would be a bad boyfriend if I forgot our 1 year anniversary and explained to her that I planned one last thing for her, but we had to clean the living room and ourselves first. I send her upstairs to get in the shower and started to clean the living room. I was done by the time she was soaped in, and I joined her in the shower. The doorbell rang and I took a towel and told her to do the same, but she could only come downstairs when I called her.

I called her name and her face was priceless. I arranged a massage for the both of us at home. She took off her towel and laid on the table next to me. By the time the massage was over it was time to have dinner. I made dinner and we went to bed, and had sex again. This was the best 1 year anniversary ever.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

My Wife's Lover - Part 3

My Wife’s Lover

Part 3 of 3

Story by Ben

What was I to do?  Here was my wife’s lover asking me to make love to him!  I was amused as I realized that my wife seemed to have chosen another guy who is interested in men.  There must be something about bisexual guys that appeals to her.  She would be horrified, though, if she realized!

I returned the kiss and I decided to take charge.  I pushed Steve onto his back.  I kissed him long and deep, stroking his face with my hand.  I love the feeling of a man’s face when he has not shaved for a day or so.  I moved down to kiss him under the chin, finding those spots on the neck that are so erogenous.  Kiss a man there and he always writhes with pleasure.

I started to play with his nipples, and then moved down to kiss them and lick them.  Steve was arching his body.  I could tell that he was experiencing new sensations and that he was enjoying them!

I took things slowly, moving gradually down his body, kissing his chest and his stomach.  His cock was rock hard, just as he had said; it was lying on his stomach, pointing up towards his chest.  It was demanding attention, but I made it wait.  I kissed and licked all around it, without touching it at all.  I bet my wife goes straight for it, I thought, but I’m going to show him how much the pleasure can be enhanced by making it wait.

I took his balls in my mouth, one by one.  I nuzzled his thighs, rubbing my own cock, which was by now just as hard as Steve’s, against his ankles and his feet.  I raised myself up to look at Steve’s face.  His eyes were closed, and I could see that he was in ecstasy.  It was time to give his cock some attention, I thought.  I smiled as another idea entered my head.

I licked his cock from the base to the tip, teasing it with my tongue, with lots of short, quick licks.

When I reached the head, I finally let my tongue stay in contact with his cock, and I licked slowly and sensually around the cockhead, before letting my lips close around it.  I could feel Steve gasping.

Women don’t suck cock like this; he had clearly never had this treatment before.  I kept my lips closed around his cock, licking all around the head, then I raised my head and said,

“You know, Steve, I’m wondering if you had a wet dream too.  Your cock tastes and smells of cum, as if you had cum during the night, just like me.”

My idea worked.  He was embarrassed again and started stuttering.

“Er, oh, er, no, I don’t think so.  It must be just precum.”

I was enjoying making him feel bad about taking advantage of me in my sleep and making him think he might get found out.

I got back to sucking his cock.  It was a nice size and shape, and I was rather enjoying it.  I took some comfort from the fact that it was smaller than mine.  Stupid, I know, but I was glad my wife hadn’t taken up with a guy with a bigger one than mine.

I could tell that Steve was getting close to cumming.  Suddenly he pulled my head off his cock, saying,

“No, not yet.  You are spoiling me.  It's time I looked after you a bit.”

With that, he pushed me onto my back and started kissing my nipples and playing with my chest hair.  He was surprisingly good.  Before long he was sucking my cock as if he had been sucking cock all his life.  This was so much better than the long, slow, Saturday morning wank that I would have had if Steve had not been here.

When I was close to cumming, I took charge again.  I rolled us over, so that Steve was on his back again, and I supported myself on one arm.  I took both our cocks in my other hand and rubbed them against each other.  I love that feeling of two cocks being masturbated together in one man’s hand, whether it is my own or another man’s hand.  I was at a point where I could cum at any moment.  I held off until I could see from Steve’s face that he was about to cum, and then I let myself go.

We shot our loads together, all over Steve’s chest.  He was drenched in cum.  Steve shot just as much as if he had not already cum during the night, and, if anything, I shot even more.  I collapsed beside him.  It had been amazing, a great start to the weekend.  So good that I wondered about suggesting to Steve that he might stay on.  We could spend the morning in bed and I could teach him plenty more new things.

When we had both recovered our breath, I said, “You know, Steve, when I had my wet dream I was lying on my side.  I don’t see how I could have cum onto my thighs.  My cock was hard and pointing up my body, away from my legs.  I should have cum onto the sheets near my stomach.”

I looked Steve straight in the eyes and smiled.  He smiled too.  Then we both laughed.  He realized I knew what had happened.  And that I was amused by it.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

My Wife's Lover - Part 2

My Wife’s Lover

Part 2 of 3

Story by Ben

When I awoke the next morning, I turned over to face Steve.  He was still asleep.  I felt my thighs and, as expected, they were caked in dried cum.  I was puzzled by the incident in the night.  I know straight men are often curious to know what it feels like to touch another guy's cock, but that did not explain why he played with my chest hair and my nipples, or why he continued to hold my cock for so long, let alone why he was fully erect and got so excited that he could not stop himself cumming!

He had taken a huge risk.  He could not have known I would find the whole episode amusing; he must have feared that, were I to wake up and find him taking advantage of my alcohol-induced deep sleep to fuck my thighs, I might be very angry and that I might have kicked him out into the street in the middle of the night.

While Steve was still sleeping, I amused myself by devising a plan to embarrass him by way of payback.  All I had to do was to wait patiently for him to wake up.

Eventually, Steve's eyes opened.  He smiled at me.

"Morning," he mumbled, barely awake.

"Morning," I replied.  "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure.  Did you?"

"Yes," I said, "I slept really deeply.  So deeply, that I had a wet dream.  The first in years; I thought I was too old for them."

Then I took his hand and put it on my thighs, forcing myself not to smile.  "See, my thighs are covered in dried cum."

As I had intended, Steve was rather disconcerted by this.  I could see that he was doing his best not to look embarrassed.  But when I let go of his hand, he did not move it away immediately.  And, when he did, he let his hand brush slowly against my balls and then my cock as he pulled it away.
"Wow, that's a lot of cum, Ben.  Can you remember the dream?"

"Yes, I can remember most of it, but I can't tell you.  It would embarrass you."

Steve was now visibly uneasy.  Perhaps he suspected he had been caught out.

"Why would it embarrass me?" he asked, nervously.

"Because it involved a man, and I know straight guys don't like hearing about that sort of stuff."
“Actually, I’d be fascinated to hear it – if it wouldn't embarrass you to talk about it.”

“Not at all.  I was lying on my side and this guy was behind me with his cock between my legs.  In effect he was fucking my thighs.  He had his arm around me.  He was jerking me off while he was fucking my thighs.  And all of a sudden I was covered in cum.  I didn't really wake up, and of course as soon as I had climaxed I fell back into a deep sleep.”

I could see that Steve looked relieved to think that I thought the whole thing had been a dream.
“Do you get up early at the weekend?” he suddenly asked.  What a strange question, I thought, but it gave me the opportunity to embarrass him some more.

“Well, if I have no plans on a Saturday morning, I tend to take advantage of the free time to have a long, slow wank before I get up.  Obviously, with you here, I am not going to do that, so I’ll go and fix us both some coffee.”

Strangely, Steve did not look embarrassed.  Instead, he said, “Actually, I’m feeling pretty horny myself.  I’m rock hard.  It must be from hearing about your dream.”

Was he trying to embarrass me?!!

“Then I’d definitely better go and make some coffee, to give you some privacy to deal with it.  I’ll wait in the kitchen.  Call me when you’re done.”  And I started to move.  As I did, I realized that ever since I had turned over, while Steve was still sleeping, my legs had been touching his legs and I had an arm stretched over one of his arms, and Steve had not moved away.

“No, don’t go,” he said.  Then he really did start to look embarrassed.  He was blushing.  “I’d like you to stay and help me.”  He had trouble getting the words out, but there was no mistaking them.  He wanted me to help him deal with his morning erection!

I saw another opportunity to embarrass him.

“Look, I understand if you want to find out what it is like to have sex with a guy.  But I am not going to just lie here and wank you off like a teenager.  I will make love to you if that is what you want, but it will be the real thing, with kissing and cuddling and everything.  And I don’t think that is really what you have in mind.”

“Y-y-yesss, it is,” he stammered.  “I would like you to make love to me.”  And he put his hand on the back of my head, pulled my head towards him and gave me a long kiss on the mouth.  I was astonished!

Monday, February 23, 2015

My Wife's Lover - Part 1

My Wife's Lover

Part 1 of 3

Story by Ben

My wife and I tried to stay on good terms after she left me.  We had, after all, been married for over 10 years, and it seemed ridiculous to cut off all links.  It means I have to be polite to her new man and he to me, but in the end it has not been too difficult and we are getting on quite well.  So well that, when my wife arranged to spend a weekend visiting her mother, Steve suggested that he and I should go out for a meal together on the Friday evening.  I thought that was taking things a bit far; being civil to him in social situations is one thing, but the idea of spending a whole evening together, just the two of us, did not exactly thrill me.  More out of good manners than anything else, I agreed, suggesting though that, instead of going out for a meal, he should come to my place and I would cook.  He accepted readily; it seems my wife has had the decency to tell Steve that I am a pretty good cook.

The evening got off to a good start.  Steve was enjoying the meal and the conversation was flowing.  As I started to pour the third glass of wine, Steve stopped me, saying he could not drink any more as he had to drive home at the end of the evening.  I immediately said that, if he wanted, he could stay the night.  As I spoke, I thought, "This is crazy.  Do I really want to find my wife's new man in the spare bedroom tomorrow morning?!"  But I had said it.  I could not take it back.  Steve looked a bit surprised as well, but accepted graciously - perhaps out of politeness rather than through any desire to spend the night in my house.

There was no going back, because not only did we finish the bottle of wine (which, it has to be said, was excellent: it would have been a shame for Steve to have spent the second half of the evening drinking water), but we also had a brandy after the meal, so driving home was out of the question.
As we finished the brandy, I said I would go and make up the spare bed.  "I feel embarrassed to put you to that trouble," said Steve.  "I can just share your bed, if that's ok with you."  I was stunned.  I had not kept a secret of the fact that I had been exploring the other side of my sexuality since the split with my wife.  In fact, I had been a bit surprised that that knowledge had not put Steve off even sleeping in the same house as me; that he was willing not only to sleep in the same house but to share my bed, knowing that I had been sleeping with men, astonished me.

I could not stop myself saying, "Well, I guess it wouldn't be the first time you have slept in that bed."  I knew he had stayed over a few times before the split, when I had been away on business trips, at a time when I did not know he existed.  It was a cutting comment and in poor taste, but we had got on so well during the evening that, fuelled by the alcohol, we both fell into fits of laughter.

As we got undressed, Steve asked me what I wear in bed.  I decided to be honest and said, "I normally sleep naked."  Then I added, "But I can keep my boxers on if that makes you feel more comfortable."  Had he not put the question, I think I would have kept them on anyway, out of decency, but as he asked I told the truth.  "No, it's your bed," he said.  "Just behave as normal."  I thought of saying that normally on a Friday night if I had had a few drinks I would sit in bed and watch some gay porn, but thought better of it!

I wondered if I should be extremely discreet and take my boxers off by the bed with my back to Steve, then get quickly under the duvet.  But I decided to take him at his word and behave as normal.  So I undressed completely, as I normally would, before walking boldly into the bathroom to clean my teeth.  As I walked back into the bedroom, Steve was just getting undressed (he had been distracted by something on his phone) and I could not help noticing that his cock was semi-erect.  Perhaps out of embarrassment, I thought, smiling to myself.  But it was his idea to sleep in my bed so I felt no pity.

I lay with my back to Steve and fell quickly into a deep sleep.

At some point during the night I stirred out of my sleep and realized that Steve's body was right up against mine.  I still had my back to him.  His chest and stomach were against my back, and his legs were touching my legs.  His arm was over my body, his hand resting on my chest.  In fact, it was not really resting; it was playing gently with my chest hair and my nipples.  Steve was clearly awake!  He obviously thought I was asleep, and I did my best not to dispel that illusion.

After a while, his hand moved down my stomach to my pubes and cupped my soft cock and my balls.  I tried desperately not to react, but that is impossible when someone is fondling your penis!  My cock started to stiffen.  As it did, I became aware of Steve's cock between my legs, completely hard!  I realized that it had been there ever since I had woken, but it was only now that he started to move it that I noticed it.  Somehow, he had got it right between my legs so that it was poking out beneath my own cock, and he was now moving it back and forth as if my thighs were a vagina - or some other orifice for fucking!  In any ordinary situation like this, I would have taken hold of his stiff cock with my hand and helped to improve the sensations that he must have been feeling.  But it seemed important to maintain the pretense of being asleep, so I did my best to stay absolutely still, even though my cock was now as stiff as a metal rod and was being gently pumped by Steve's hand.

Suddenly, I felt Steve's body stiffen, and I heard him whisper to himself, "Oh no!"  Then, "Bugger!  Bugger!"  I realized from the tension in his body that he was about to cum, and from the whispered comments I gathered it was not intentional.  He shot his load between my thighs in a series of powerful spurts.  Some landed on the sheet, but most ended up on my thighs.  I was quite amused and smiled to myself, but I kept up the illusion of being asleep as Steve extricated himself from me and turned away - very embarrassed, I sensed - to fall asleep himself.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Two Dads - Part 2

Two Dads

Part 2 of 2

Story by Jay 
Tom and I came back to our room after the sales meeting.  I felt relaxed around him.  I know I am married with a son and I should not be interested in another man, but I was.  I could not wait until we were back to the room.  I wanted some more. 

We decided to eat later and just chill out for now.  Tom was the first to undress.  He stripped down and stood there with a rock hard cock.  He did not hesitate but embraced me and we kissed. 

I did not think about what I was doing and I just stripped down.  Tom was on my cock and was sucking me so hard that it was driving me crazy.  He got me super hard, and then guided me over to the bed.  I figured we would do more sucking like what we did when we first got in the room.

I was wrong.  Tom lay on the bed and lifted his legs.  My cock automatically poked at Tom’s asshole.  Before I knew it, I had pushed my cock into his ass.  I push deep and watch Tom’s face grimace as I slowly enter his ass. 

He motioned for me to begin and I pushed in and out at first slowly then faster.  After a while, Tom turned around to lay on his stomach and I continued to fuck him.  It was sheer magic as I came.

We laid there in each other arms.

At the end of the sales meeting, we headed back to our wives, our family.  WE were both happily married.

Whenever we had sales meeting, I arranged for Tom to spend time in my room.   Here we were at another sales meeting.  I heard the door open and Tom entered the room.  I smiled and embraced him one more time.         

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Two Dads - Part 1

Two Dads

Part 1 of 2

Story by Jay

I was on a business trip this week.  My wife packed my bags and I said goodbye to her and my son.  Flight was on time and I was able to take a shuttle to the hotel.  I have been to the home office quite a few times so everything was scheduled and worked like clockwork.  I sat in the room and looked at my watch.  I had a few hours till the first meeting.

I laid back and thought about the first time I attended the sales meetings.  It was a cold winter day and flights were late in arriving.  I was checking in and I overheard a guy complaining that he did not have a room.  The clerk told him all rooms were booked.

I heard him mention the company he worked for.  It was the same as mine.  I interrupted their conversation and asked if he was here for the sales meeting which he was.  I don’t know why I felt so close to this stranger but I did.  I offered to share my room.  He immediately took my offer.

My heart was pounding as we rode the elevator to my floor.  I felt like a teenager again.  We talked about family.  We were both married with a son each.  We both married young.   His name was Tom.

We got into the room and settled in.  We had time before the meeting to rest up and clean up.  He went first and stripped down and I stared at his gorgeous body.  I don’t know what came over me but I was attracted to this young man.  I stood and faced him.  His cock grew right in front of me.  He stepped closer.  We kissed.  It was a simple kiss.  Our lips touched briefly.  We stood there.  I felt his breath on my face.

He grabbed my shirt and pulled me in.  Our lips pressed against each other.  It was the most passionate kiss I ever had.  He held me tightly to his body.  His cock poked against me.  I reached down and held his throbbing cock in my hand.  Electricity flowed through our body.  We continued to kiss.  Our tongue explored each other mouths.

We briefly stopped kissing.  He removed my shirt.  We did not feel awkward or wrong in what we were doing.  I dropped to my knees.  His cock was right in front of my face.  It felt natural as I took his cock into my mouth.  I never sucked cock before.  I inhaled his man scent, it turned me on.  

After sucking for a while, I stood up and he helped me to undress.  He was not on his knees and he took my cock in his mouth.  The warm moist feeling of his mouth drove me over the edge.  I found myself on the floor with both of us sucking each other’s cock.
I knew I did the right thing.  We started to sweat as we explored each other’ body.  I never was so turned on.  Then I felt it.  That stirring in your loins that signaled it was time to cum.  I removed his cock and said “I am cumming.”  He held my ass and pushed my cock deep into his mouth.  I found myself doing the same as we climaxed and shot our loads.

We laid there exhausted.  After a brief rest, we got up and started getting ready for our meeting.  We were in a good mood, feeling close to each other.  We showered together and got dressed.  We headed out to the sales meeting.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Amazing GIF

Amazing GIF

By Jay

I love this GIF.  

If you are alone and need a jack off buddy, just watch this GIF and follow along.  

Just look at that smile, not to mention that cock and balls.

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Funnt Photo

Funny Photo

By Jay

Did he get too close to he fire?

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Driving Test

Driving Test

Story by Jay

Well I flunked my driving test.  Don’t know what went wrong but I somehow I ended up in a ditch.  

The instructor in the car just shook his head.  I don’t know what happened.

Right before I crashed, I did see that the instructor was looking at my unzipped pants.  I had no underwear on so my pubes were showing through the opening. 

Well I had another test scheduled for the following week.  This time I was going to be ready and I was prepared to even bribe the instructor.  

I arrived on time and while I was in the car, I made sure my zipper was down and made sure part of my cock and pubes were showing. 

The instructor got in the car and we drove off.  Unfortunately as I drove, I knew my cock was partially showing and I started to get excited.  My cock grew in size and stuck its head out of the opening and got hard in front of the instructor’s eyes.  I now had a super-sized cock.  

As I drove the instructor reached for my cock and started to jack me off.  His hand unbuttoned my shirt and started to run his hand all over my chest.  I drove the best I ever did while the instructor jerked my cock until I came. 

My final assignment was to park the car.  He said “Congratulation.  You’re passed.”  He stepped out of the car and left me happy that I passed.  

I climbed out of the car.  My shirt was wide open with my shorts unzipped and hanging on my hips.  But I did not care what I looked like because ‘I PASSED”.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

You Like?

You Like?

By Jay

If you like give him a 'thumbs up'.

I definetly like this.

Two thumbs up.

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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

The Bar

The Bar

Story by Jay

It is the weekend and time to hit the bars.  I was looking forward in going.  I was excited as I got dressed’  I made sure I had sexy underwear on. 

The first bar I went to was filled with guys.  I ordered a drink.  Before I took my first sip, I heard “You come here often?”  I turned and looked at a guy I met before.  His name was Randy.  We hooked up once before.  At that time, he gave me his phone number but it turned out to be a wrong number.  Now he was standing in front of me.

I told him about the number and he made some story up that did not make sense.  But I did remember him having a nice cock, so I kept talking with him. 

He asked about going over to my place.  At first I told myself no.  Then after a whole, I finally gave in, and we headed over to my place.  

When we got there, we quickly undressed.  His cock stood straight up.  It looked better than I remembered.  We headed to my bed.  I grabbed a camera and asked if I could take a picture of his cock.  He said “Only one picture, and your face has to be in it.  That way you won’t post it on the internet.”

I agreed and took one picture.  I took a deep breath and his cock had the scent of musk.  I placed the camera down and took his cock into my mouth.  I sucked deep and then pulled it out.  I did it again.

Randy stopped me and rearranged my body on the bed so that my cock faced him.  He kissed my cockhead.  “I love your cockhead.  Best one in town.”

We both started to suck each other.  It felt great to have a big cock in your mouth and someone’s mouth on your cock.  Randy played with my balls with one hand while he fingered my ass with his other hand.

All that activity was too much.  I felt it stirring and I did not want to stop it.  I stopped sucking Randy’s cock and said “I’m cumming.”  Then it happened.  I shot my load.  Randy swallowed it all.  When I finished cumming, Randy laid back and said “Do me now.”

Randy licked the last drops of cum out of my cock, as I sucked away on Randy’s fantastic cock.   The first drops of cum tasted real sweet.  Then I felt gobs of cum landing on my tongue.   I swallowed what I could.  More cum replace the cum I swallowed.  It was a big load. 

When we finished, Randy got dressed.  He gave me his phone number.  I grabbed my phone and dialed the number.  I heard his phone ring in his jacket.  He smiled and said “Call me.”

Monday, February 16, 2015

Horror Movie I would like to see

Horror Movie I would like to see

By Jay


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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Pissing: 3

Pissing: 3

Story by Ben

It was a while before I met the guy again.  When I called him the next day, he was about to go to a meeting that had been called unexpectedly.  The following day I was out of town at a conference.  

With one thing and another, it was the next week before we could finally meet.  But this period of waiting in fact increased my enjoyment.  The anticipation served to enhance the pleasure when we eventually managed to meet.

Simon was coming along the corridor from the other direction as I approached the toilets.  As agreed, we had waited until the pressure had built up, and I could feel my cock tingling with the anticipation of release.  Once inside, I went towards one of the urinals and was about to undo my zip when Simon stopped me.  He gently pulled me so that I was facing him, put his arms on my shoulders, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and said, "Don't.  Let me do that."  He left one hand on my shoulder, and with the other he undid my zip.  He started to feel inside.  I took the hint and did the same to him.

With a bit of fumbling, we found each other's cock and pulled it out.  It wasn't easy, because they had both grown longer under the pressure from our bladders and, with the excitement of being handled by another man, they were starting to harden.  Simon gave me a broad smile and we turned to face the urinals, each holding the other's cock.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"I am, but let's just wait a few seconds.  This feels good."

Simon smiled.  It didn't just feel good.  It felt great.  I had Simon's long cock in my hand, and I had 

Simon's hand around my cock, which was yearning for release from the pressure coming from my bladder.  Soon, Simon said, "This is great, but it is time now.  I have to let it out."

I agreed, and we both started to piss. It was an amazing feeling.  It was the first time I had held another guy's cock while he pissed.  It felt so good.  I have always loved the feeling on my fingers of the piss flowing through my cock, but this time it was Simon's piss that I could feel coursing through Simon's cock.  It was strange and wonderful.  And at the same time, I had the curious and equally sensual feeling of Simon's hand holding my cock while the piss flowed through it.  I was desperately hoping that no one would come into the toilets: I wanted us to be able to stay holding each other's cock until we had finished.

Of course, this was all rather exciting, and we were both getting harder as we pissed.  By the time we finished, we were both fully erect.  It felt strange shaking the last drops of piss off Simon's cock, but I enjoyed it.  And I loved the delicate way Simon handled my cock to get the last drops out.

We didn't let go.  We had finished pissing, but I didn't want to let go of Simon's cock, and he didn't seem to want to let go of mine.

Then Simon started gently massaging my cock.  Very gently.  I did the same to him.  We slowly turned so that we were almost facing each other.  Simon carried on massaging my cock with one hand while he put his other hand behind my head and pulled my face towards his own.  He started to kiss me.  He kissed beautifully, very sensually.  With his tongue creating all sorts of amazing sensations in my mouth, with his expert massaging of my penis, and with all that had gone before, I did not last long.  Soon I had to turn to face the urinal.  Simon realized what was happening.  He increased the speed of the massaging of my cock and soon I could feel the juice shooting down the length of my penis where the piss had been travelling only a few minutes earlier.

"Sorry," I mumbled, barely able to talk.  "It was all just so amazing.  I couldn't fight against it."  It was true.  The orgasm had seized control of my body, and there had been nothing I could do to stop it.

"Don't worry," said Simon.  "I am almost there myself.  Just keep up what you are doing.  It feels so good and in a few seconds I shall...," but his voice trailed away as his body shook and his juice shot out into the urinal, spurt after spurt after spurt.  The quantity was astonishing.  And the spasms in 

Simon's body seemed to be clear evidence of the intensity of his orgasm.

"I have to let you into a secret," he said.  "I have deliberately not cum since the first time we met.  

Each day, I thought we would be meeting the next day, so I held off cumming so that I could cum with you, not thinking it would be so long before we would manage to meet.  So that is a week's worth of cum.  Thank you for sharing this moment with me."
I did not need to be thanked, and I told him so.  It had been a great experience, and I was glad to know he had enjoyed it too.

After that, we met as often as we could to piss together.  Often it was no more than sharing a piss, but when we had the time we went further.  And even when we only had time to piss, it was always great.  We tried lots of different positions.  Sometimes I stood behind Simon while he pissed, my hands around his body, one hand feeling his chest while the other held his cock, then he would to the same for me.  Whatever position we took, I always held Simon’s cock while he pissed: I love doing that.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Pissing: 2

Pissing: 2

Story by Ben

I was approaching the office toilets.  As usual, I had let the pressure build up until I really did have to take a break from my work and release the pressure.

Another guy arrived at the toilets at the same time as me.  My office is in a huge building, and I don't know most of the people who work in the building.  I had never seen this guy before.  He followed me into the toilets.  I went to a urinal.  The other guy went to the other urinal (there are only two).  He smiled at me.  I smiled back.

I undid my zip.  I put my hand inside and felt the soft warm skin of my cock.  I was slightly inhibited by the guy standing next to me.  I didn't want to look stupid, standing at the urinal and not pissing, but at the same time I didn't want to forgo all the pleasure of this moment that I so enjoy.  We were both taking our cocks out of our pants at the same time.  I could see his cock out of the corner of my eye.  I could tell that, like mine, it was rather long.  I wondered if that was its natural length, or if it was lengthened, like mine, by the pressure of the full bladder.

Although the other guy was standing next to me, I didn't want to deprive myself of that lovely feeling of anticipation, when I know the pressure is about to be released, so, as usual, I didn't let the flow start straight away.  I pulled my foreskin back enough to just expose the piss hole and waited, enjoying the moment – only a few seconds, though: if I am alone, I wait ten, fifteen, sometimes even twenty or thirty, seconds before I let the flow start.

When I eventually started to piss, I realized that the other guy was only just starting too.  He started at exactly the same moment as me.  Had he been waiting too?  I wanted to watch him piss.  I turned my head a little and saw that he was watching me piss too.  We both stepped back slightly and turned to be at an angle to the urinal, so that each had a good view of the other pissing.  He had a good strong flow like mine.  I watched his flow as I felt my own flow.  My eyes were fixed on his penis and the stream that it was producing.  His eyes were fixed on my penis and its stream.  My inhibition drained away and I felt totally relaxed as I realized that the other guy was enjoying this as much as I was.  His cock was a lot like mine, virtually identical in both length and thickness.  His cock was getting slowly longer and harder.  I realized that mine was getting longer and harder too.  By the time we finished, we were both fully erect.

He looked up and smiled at me.  I smiled back.

Then he said, "I love watching another guy piss."

"So do I," I replied.

"And you've got a nice cock."

"Thanks.  So have you."  I added, "Anyway, yours is almost identical to mine, so it is not surprising we like each other's."

We both laughed.

He asked if I worked in the building.  When I said I did, he said he did too, and he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a business card.

"Here, take this.  When you come here tomorrow, call me and I'll try to come at the same time.  But don't come as soon as you feel the need.  Make sure the pressure has built up first, so that I can see a good strong flow again and so that we can share that feeling of relief."

After a moment, he looked into my eyes and said, "And maybe we could take things a bit further..."

 With that he took my cock in his hand and gave it a little squeeze.  He gave me a peck on the cheek, before putting his own cock back in his pants - with some difficulty, as it was now pretty hard - and heading for the wash basin.  I did the same.  Then, just before we opened the door to leave, he lean towards me and we kissed.

"See you tomorrow," I said, and I walked along the corridor towards my office, smiling, my erection pressing hard against my pants.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Pissing: 1

Pissing: 1

Story by Ben

I first started to feel the need to empty my bladder an hour ago. But I was absorbed in my work and the pressure built up until I really did have to take a break from my work and head for the office toilets.  I like to do that: to let the pressure build up before I go to the toilet, not to the point where the need is desperate, but to a point where there is a real yearning for release, so that when I do finally let it out, I am bathed in a sense of satisfaction that runs through my whole body. The feeling is quite similar to the need for sexual release when I have not cum for a few days, and the feeling of satisfaction when the release comes is quite similar too.

So here I am in the office toilets, standing at a urinal.  I undo my zip.  I put my hand inside and feel the soft warm skin of my cock.  I love that moment when I first touch my cock and my cock knows the release is approaching.  I carefully pull it out.  It is longer than usual because of the need to piss, but it is still completely soft.  I hold it in my hand, enjoying the warm feeling.  I pull back the foreskin, just enough to expose the hole.  I enjoy the movement of the foreskin over the head of my penis.  I don't let the flow start straight away: I enjoy the feeling of imminent release for a few seconds before I let it start.  My cock knows now that the release is coming soon and it is enjoying the anticipation.

Then I start to piss.  I love to feel the piss flowing from my bladder to my penis, then flowing the full length of my penis out into the urinal.  It is not exactly a sexual feeling, but it is certainly sensual.  I can feel the flow inside my penis, and my fingers can feel the flow from outside my penis.  At the same time I can feel the pressure easing in my bladder and my whole body relaxing.  The flow is strong.  I can feel warm air rising above the stream of liquid.  It lasts a long time.  I enjoy every second.

When the flow stops, I look at my cock in my hands.  It is happy.  By now, it is semi-erect.  The flow of the piss through my cock has aroused it.  I massage it for a while, rewarding it for the job it has done.  Sometimes I linger and reward my cock some more – but usually only when I am at home.  I love to wank after a piss: I am already aroused by the pissing, and the climax can come quickly, and it is intensified by the sensuality of the long satisfying piss.  But now I need to get back to work: there is no time to give my cock more than a short massage.  I put it carefully back in my pants and close the zip.  I wash my hands and head back to my desk, relaxed and happy.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Who is out there?

Who is out there?

Story by Jay

I laid in bed on my side.  I looked over to the mirror and saw my ass staring back at me.  Wouldn’t it be nice to have some man face in my ass.  His tongue would be licking my hole and I would lay back and enjoy his tongue as it would go deep into my ass hole.

I fingered my ass.  Boy did that feel good.  I stuck one finger into my hole and started to finger fuck me.  I quickly added a second finger.  I held my breath as my two finger went deeper into my hole.

I looked back at the mirror and my mind saw a guy standing there.  His cock was sticking up.  He had a smile on his face, as he approached the bed.  He lifted my one leg and then grabbed the other leg and pushed them back up.  His cock rubbed my ass hole and, with a little effort, he pushed past the opening.

I tried adding a third finger and pushed my ass hole wider and inserted my third finger into my ass hole.  I could not breathe.  I glanced at the mirror and the guy’s cock was now inside my ass.  He moved his hips and pushed that hard cock deep into me.

I inched my three fingers deeper and then tried to moved them in and out.  Wave after wave of exhilaration flooded my senses. 

My cock quivered with excitement.  Cum stirred in my balls and shot like a gun out of my cock.   As I came, I glanced at the mirror.  The guy pulled his cock out of my ass and jacked off as I covered my chest with warm cum.  The guy held his head back and came on me.

I removed my fingers.  Exhausted but pleased.  I looked over to the mirror.  My cock  was going limp.  I laid back my head and drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Look at that Log

Look at that log

By Jay

That is sure a nice log.  

Which one are you looking at?  The one in his hands or between his legs.

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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

I did not know that - FROTTING

I did not know that – FROTTING

Frotting is that horny cock-to-cock rubbing and bumping that often begins when kissing gets deeper and hotter.  Frequently it starts before your clothes even come off – hips together and pressing into each other’s constrained throbbing bulges – until you inevitably reach down to hastily unzip and spring free those hard aching dicks for some direct skin-to-skin contact and grinding.

As bodies start wildly gyrating and legs jockey for thrust position, you feel those two cocks sliding against each other as they become slicked with precum.  Throw a little spit or lube into the mix and you will keep each other steaming hot all night humping like dogs. Who knew that learning at camp how to rub two sticks together to start a fire would lead to such practical real-life applications? 

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Monday, February 9, 2015

Neighbor Kid

Neighbor Kid

Story by Jay

I looked out my window and watched the snow falingl down.  My neighbor kid was outside with no shirt on.  He was home on winter break from college.  As I watched, I noticed he was wearing those tight sweat pants. 

I put on my coat and went over to see if he needed any help.  As I walked closer, the outline of his cock and balls stood out.  He spotted me and immediately became semi hard.  He waved.  He had locked himself out of the house.  I invited him over for some hot coffee.  He said “Good idea”.  His cock had snaked down his leg, and was hard and pressing against the material of his sweat pants. 
By the time we were in my place, he was rock hard.  As he walked behind me, he reached into his pants and straightened his cock. 

Thinking of his cock, I was hard also.  We took our coats off and stood there looking at each other.

Well, it ended up that we never got the hot drink.  He started to undress me and himself in quick fashion.  Naked with erect cocks, we headed for the bedroom. 

As we got near to the bed, he was aggressive.  We hugged and kissed as we fell onto the bed.  He quickly said that he wanted me to fuck him.  I did not waste a minute.  I grabbed protection and handed his a tube of lube.  He squirted some on his hand and he lubed his ass. 

He laid on his back and raised his legs.  I slipped my cock into his ass.  It went in easily and I pumped away.  I my balls slapped his ass, he was moaning in sync with my thrusts.  He came after a few minutes.  Seeing his cock spurt cum and land on his chest, made me cum. 

We laid next to each other until he said he had to go, but not before we did it again.      

Sunday, February 8, 2015

New Year

New Year

Story by Jay

Damn, did we ring in the New Year.  I was blasted before midnight.  I heard the count down.  Someone kissed me.  I think it was Brad.  All I wanted to do was lie down.  Luckily Kurt was at my side, holding me up and guiding me up stairs to a spare bedroom. 

Kurt helped me undress.  I might be drunk but I was still awake.  I was getting excited as Kurt pulled down my pants and he realized I did not have underwear on.  I was bare ass.  My cock was hard.

Kurt removed all my clothes and was staring at my bare ass.  I heard him whisper “Nice.”  He ran his fingers along my two butt cheeks.  I slurred for him to fuck me.  Spreading my cheeks, he saw my asshole.  “WOW that is one nice fucking hole.”

You sure started the New Year on a down note.  I know it seems bad now, but things will get better.  It has too.  So ‘hang in there’.  

My ass hole was wide open and ready for any size cock.  Kurt did not waste any time.  He fumbled for his cock ripping his boxers as he pulled his cock out of his pants.  He was leaking precum.  His hand took the precum into his palm and lubed up his cock.  I slurred “Shove it in.”  And that is what Kurt did.  With one thrust, he was all the way in.  Without hesitation, he was fucking me hard, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust.

I started to jack off and felt Kurt massage my prostate as he fucked me.  I could not take it any longer.  My load hit my chest and rolled off to the bed covers.  Kurt pulled out and landed on my ass.  The cum rolled down and pooled on top of the covers.  I passed out.

Next morning I found myself clean and tucked under the covers.  I turned and found Kurt sleeping next to me.  My movement woke him up.  Seeing me, he kissed my lips and said “Morning.”

I returned the greeting.  My head was pounding.  My ass felt sore like it had gotten a good fucking.  I turned to Kurt “Did you fuck me last night?”  He smiled.  “I fucked you once but a couple guys wanted to do that also.  I stayed and said I was your lover.”

I said “Thanks.”  I got dressed.  Kurt looked at me and did not say a word.  I wanted to say “Come home with me.” But I felt like awkward saying that.  Finally Kurt said “You want me to drive.  You can spend the day at my place.”  I turned and smiled.  All I could say “Thanks.”


Saturday, February 7, 2015



Story by Larry

        I went out drinking with a buddy of mine last night.  We definitely got kind of shit faced.  So shit faced I couldn't drive home.  We left my car at the bar and he drove me to his place which was only a few miles away.  We ended up drinking more out on his patio.  It got to a point I was so drunk I couldn't stand up by myself and he had to hold me up to piss.  I was pissing outside off the edge of his patio.  I felt so free.  It’s amazing what it feels like to just hang your cock out and let it go outside.  You should try it sometime.

        I was going to just tuck my cock back in my pants and he told me I didn't shake the piss off the end yet and grabbed my cock and shook it.  I became instantly hard.  He laughed.  “Someone's horny.”  I didn't want to tell him I hadn't been laid in almost 2 months.  I hadn't even jerked off in 3-4 weeks.  We ended up going into his bedroom and stripping down to go to sleep. 

        Once we got into bed, then that is when everything got strange.  He started talking about sex and how great it felt to be with a man or at least that's what he's heard.  Up until and even at this point I didn't know he was gay.  He kept it up and I ended up actually answering and asking him questions about how it felt.  He talked me into letting him suck my cock and he was right about that.  His mouth felt better than any bitches on my cock ever did.

        After he sucked me off for a bit he let go of my cock and looked up at me while playing with my balls and brushing his fingers across my hole.  “You know what would really feel good?” he asked.  “If I fucked you.  You haven't lived until you've had a cock up your ass.”  I squirmed a little and laughed telling him he was fucking crazy.  He kept it up and slipped a finger in from time to time and finally talked me into getting on all 4's and letting him fuck me.  He would pull out if I asked him too. 

“It’s not going to hurt” he told me, “trust me.”
        I should have known better.  It hurt like fucking hell.  I tried to scramble away from him but he held my hips and kept slowly pushing inside me.  I was yelling and clawing at the sheets telling him to pull out that it hurt.  He said “Trust me it won't in a minute.”   I don't know how long it took but he was right.  It soon faded from pain to absolute pleasure.  I was begging him to fuck me deeper.  I wanted all of him inside me.  He slapped my ass and yelled. "I told you so.  Take my cock". 

         He fucked me good and hard.  When he came I could actually feel him shooting inside me.  He was  breathing heavy next to me when he pulled out.  I don't know what came over me but I leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips.  When we finally broke our kiss I asked him how long before he could do it again.  He took my hand and placed it on his cock and he instantly was hard. 
        “Lay on your back” he told me.  When I did, he rolled over and propped himself up on his arms and then put my legs on his shoulders.  He smiled down at me and laughed.  “I think we have a bottom boy here.  I can fuck you right now.” and with that he entered me again.  I inhaled deep and then hugged him close to me and told him “Fuck me hard and long man.” and that's exactly what he did.  He fucked me very hard and very long.  I loved every second of it.  I stayed the day and every time he got hard I made him fuck me.  By the end of the day he fucked me 6 times.  He finally told me he had to stop that his cock was ready to fall off.  I kissed his cock and got dressed.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I told him. “Have it hard and waiting.” and I went home to shower and soak my ass but with a smile on my face. 

Boy am I glad I went drinking.