"SOMETHING TO PONDER ON VALENTINE'S DAY"

"SOMETHING TO PONDER ON VALENTINE'S DAY"

BY CATMAN

Of all of the words in the English language, perhaps the one word that is the most difficult to get a handle on is L-O-V-E. (We pretty much all know the meaning of the other 4-letter words.) LOVE is very difficult to define. Even Webster's Dictionary has a really lame definition.

That is just one of the things I have been pondering on this Valentine's Day.

I just don't get it! Any of it! Who exactly was this St. Valentine character anyway that they named an entire day after him? I asked 16 people and no one seemed to know. Was he some kind of religious Cassanova?

And what about all of this "heart" business? A real heart doesn't look like that, but would you really want your lover to give you candy in an anatomically correct heart shaped box? GROSS!

Even more perplexing is this CUPID stuff. Who ever dreamed him up must be really perverted! Think about it: a little 'naked' baby with wings. Who in their right mind would give a bow and arrow to a baby? Supposedly, he shoots an arrow into your heart to make you fall in love. Now anyone with an ounce of intelligence knows that if you are shot in the heart with an arrow, you are going to just plain DIE! That doesn't sound very romantic to me!

I really think the whole day was the brain-child of the Flower, Greeting Card and Candy Industries, but I don't want any part of all of that!

Candy just makes you fat and then no one wants you. You can prick your finger on a thorn from a rose and get an infection, and that's no fun at all. And, it's not very environmentally friendly to send Valentine cards which are made from those poor trees that have to be cut down to make paper. (Not to mention, those nasty paper cuts you can get from opening envelopes!)

A fat guy with infections, paper cuts and an arrow sticking out of his heart isn't exactly my idea of a dream date.

Now, it may sound like I'm not very romantic, but quite the opposite is true. I'm a "hopeless romantic", but I reserve my romance for between the sheets, and I don't mean sheets of paper (like mushy love notes!) Remember, we've got to save those trees!

St Valentine Day Dinner

St Valentine Day Dinner

Story by Jay

Here I was in a restaurant having dinner alone.  Another year went by and I still did not have a boyfriend, or lover.  Oh, I had sex.  I had a lot of sex.  But it was anonymous sex.  During the summer I lived in the park, especially in the trails and bushes lining the trails. I always found someone with a hard cock and sex was quick and intense.  Winter found me in restrooms, all over town.  I knew the best places for anonymous sex.  Again the sex was quick and intense.   

Although I spread my cum all over town, I had grown tired of that life, and I wanted a steady person in my life.  I was tired of the quick sex and longed for someone to come home to.    

I looked around the room and saw all the couples.  They seem happy together.  Oh well, I decided to finish dinner and head home.  The waiter came up and said, “I am so sorry to bother you but we are booked solid and I have one patron who is alone for dinner.  Can he share your table?”  Since I was almost done, I nodded ‘yes’.

The waiter left and a few seconds later he brought over this good looking guy.  He introduced himself, “My name is Troy.  Thanks for letting me dine with you.”  I thought to myself, the pleasure was all mine.  We had a great time talking about things.  I was enjoying the evening but soon it was time for Troy to leave.   We paid the waiter and headed out of the restaurant. 

We both had too much to drink and at the same time said, “I need to hit the men’s room.”  We both laughed and entered the restroom.  Troy went straight to a urinal and dropped his pants.  His bubble butt stood out for all to see.  I could hear the stream of his urine hitting the urinals.  I had to go badly, so I went to the urinal next to Troy and let loose with a steady stream of my urine.  Soon it was quiet as we both finished peeing.  I shook the last drops of urine and glanced over to Troy. 

His cock was hard and almost standing straight up.  My cock responded to the sight of his hard cock and grew hard as well.  We heard voices of some patrons coming into the men’s room, so we quickly put our cocks away and washed our hands and headed out.

Troy smiled and said, “I never done anything like that before.  I am still hard.”  I lied and said the same thing, but I visited loads of men’s room.  Too many to count.  I took a chance and said, “Let’s go to my place.  I live within walking from here.”

To my surprise, Troy agreed.  We walked quickly.  The apartment was a mess.  I went to the kitchen and pulled two beers out of the fridge.  We drank up and Troy made the first move.  He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pant.  He pulled down my pants and pushed his hand down my bikini briefs.  I did the same as we found ourselves lying next to each other with our cocks out.  Troy’s cock stayed as hard as he was in the restroom.  

We removed our jeans and laid there only in our bikini briefs.  I found myself attracted to Troy.  I wanted more than sex.  But sex was top priority and we quickly got into a 69 position and pulling down the waistbands on our briefs, we sucked away until we both shot big loads. 

I was used to the other guy cumming and then going home.  But Troy surprised me and stayed holding me and I did the same.  He finally said, “Well I don’t want to overstay my welcome, I should go. But I hate to go.” 

My reply was simple and to the point, “Then don’t.”  The next morning I awoke still in Troy’s arms.  I decided to not let go.

My Tantric Neighbor - Part 3

My Tantric Neighbor

Submitted by CATMAN

Part 3 of 3

We sat and chatted for about an hour about one thing or another.  Jeff did most of the talking while I was anticipating what was to come next.  Finally, with an empty wine bottle in front of us, Jeff asked if I was ready.  He led the way to a dimly lit room with a massage table.  He lit some fragrant candles and started some soft music while I climbed onto the table laying face down.  I was already somewhat relaxed from the wine.

Jeff began by covering me in a thin coat of oil from my neck to my toes.  He moved to the head of the table and began massaging my back.  I felt his cock pressed against the top of my head as he worked my muscles.  It would have been easy to just raise my head and suck his cock but I decided to wait. After ten minutes, Jeff moved to the side of the table and moved my hand closer to the edge of the table.  He rested his cock on my upturned fingers while he began a deep tissue massage of my ass.  He used both his hands and elbows to work my butt.  He encouraged me and I played with his dick which began to get hard.

His cock was fully erect when he stepped down to work on my legs from my thighs to my ankles.  The massage was fairly routine to this point until he raised a foot.  As he massaged each of my feet, he slowly sucked on my toes.  All ten got a little oral worship.  Next he worked my body again, only this time, he used just the lightest touch of his fingertips up and down my body.  It just about drove me crazy as he slowly touched the inside of my thighs and in the crack of my ass.  He pulled my checks apart and now used his tongue to lick my hole.  Just about nothing else turns me on more than being rimmed! 

I'm not sure where he produced it from, but suddenly I felt a vibrator resting against my hole.  His dick was resting in my hand again.  Jeff added more oil to my crack and exerted pressure with the vibrator.  I relaxed enough so that he could insert it and work it in and out until it was pressed against my prostate.  He left it in place and moved back to the head of the table.  This time I lifted my head and began to suck his dick.  As he slowly fucked my face, the vibrator was still in place and he teased my body with light, sensual movements of his hands.   

Then he pulled out of my mouth and moved back to my feet.  Jeff slowly removed the vibrator and climbed up on the table pressing his entire body against mine.  He shoved his dick in my ass and fucked me.  I felt his hot breath on my neck.  He pumped faster and faster until he shot his load deep inside of me.  After a minute he climbed off and told me to roll over.  Again he oiled up my body and began the fingertip technique.  He avoided my cock but gave special attention to my nipples, inner thighs and balls.  It was pure torture!

My dick was so hard, it actually hurt!  Standing beside me, he began licking my shaft before lapping up the precum I was leaking.  He began to blow me and every time he sensed I was getting close, he would back off.  Six times, he almost brought me to orgasm before he climbed onto the table again.  He squatted over me and sat on my dick.  He rode my cock very slowly at first and began working up speed.  He was erect again and I stroked him.  I finally erupted so violently that my whole body shook!  He emptied his balls for the second time all over my stomach.  He climbed down and cleaned my tummy with his tongue.  It had been two hours of the most intense sexual experience of my life.  I was totally drained and extremely relaxed.

After resting for a minute, I joined him in his shower.  We soaped each other but neither of us spoke until we were back on his sofa.  Jeff turned to me and said, "Welcome to the neighborhood!"

My Tantric Neighbor - Part 2

My Tantric Neighbor

Submitted by CATMAN

Part 2 of 3

I changed out of my work clothes and decided to take a shower.  I was really excited about getting to know my neighbor.  I wondered what the evening would bring.  As I dried off, I debated what to wear.   How does someone dress to spend time with a nudist?  Did I have the balls to walk across the hall totally nude?  Sure, why not!

Promptly at 9 pm, wearing nothing but 'my birthday suit' I knocked on his door again.  Jeff laughed when he opened the door.  "WOW! What a surprise! Glad you could make it, come on in!"  He poured us both a glass of wine and we sat on his sofa.

He complimented my body, "You look like you're in pretty good shape.  You must work out.  Bet when you got up this morning, you never thought you'd be spending this evening naked with another guy!"

I laughed, "Actually you might be surprised how often I've been naked with other men.  But usually in a bed!"  (That was my way of letting him know that I'm gay.  I didn't know his story yet, until I asked...) "So did your friend show up?" 

"No, Tom's a real flake!  He's an old 'fuck buddy'.  He called today, begging to see me.  He wanted one of my special massages, but I had a feeling that he'd be a 'no-show'." 

When I asked about the massage, he told that he works at a Chiropractic clinic doing sports massages.  For some of his friends, he does Tantric massage here in his apartment.  I had no idea what that was and he tried to explain.

"It's hard to put into words.  It's a combination of traditional massage and ancient sensual techniques.  The purpose is to produce total relaxation after slowly bringing the person to a heightened state of sexual pleasure and fulfillment.  The person giving the massage uses his entire body, along with oils and other tools, to wake all of the senses.   And the person getting the massage is invited to participate by touch or taste, so that it becomes a deeply satisfying experience for both people.  Releasing sexual tension brings relaxation.  It can be really intense and isn't for everyone."

He had peaked my interest.  "That sounds like something I might be up for.   My job has been so stressful lately."

"Why don't we finish off this bottle of wine? Then I'll show you how it works."

My Tantric Neighbor - Part 1

My Tantric Neighbor

Submitted by CATMAN

Part 1 of 3

The first time I met Jeff was a week after I moved into my new apartment.  I arrived home from work and picked up the mail from my mailbox.  The mailman had made a mistake and I had three pieces of mail for my neighbor.  I hadn't met him yet and thought this was a good excuse to introduce myself.   I knocked on his door and heard him say, "It's not locked, come on in!"  I was shocked when I walked in to find him laying naked on his sofa watching TV.  He was about my age and friggin HOT!

We stared at each other for a second and then he said, "Oh, I was expecting someone else!"   He didn't bother to cover his body; he just got up and walked over to me.  He extended his hand and said, "I'm Jeff."

I told him, "Yes, I know....it was on your letters!"   I explained that I was his new neighbor and about the mix up of mail.  I could hardly get the words out because I was so distracted by his awesome body, ruggedly handsome face and his fat cut cock. 

He said, "It'll be nice to have someone living across the hall again.  I hope you are more open minded than my last neighbor and it doesn't bother you that I'm naked.  I don't usually wear anything around the house and it makes some people a little nervous."

I assured him that I was totally comfortable with nudity too.   "Some days, I don't bother to get dressed.  My old college roommate was always yelling at me to put on some clothes.  It was nice to meet you but I have to run.  I need to get back to my apartment.  I haven't had dinner yet.  Besides, you said you are waiting for someone."

"Oh, he probably won't show up.  Come back later so we can talk some more.  Around nine would be good for me."  It seemed to be more of a command than an invitation, so I said, "See you at nine." and returned to my apartment.

Eating my dinner, I thought, I think I'm going to like living here!

Jack Off Time

Jack Off Time

I was caught up with all my assignments from my college classes.  It was now time to unwind and relax.  I thought of going to some bars but saw the time and they would be closed by now. 

I turned to the computer and click on an address for viewing gay videos.  I found one that looked interesting.  It no time I was feeling my cock pressing against the confines of my underwear.  I took off my shirt.  I let my hands rub my chest, stopping to play with my nipples.  I squeezed them.  I closed my eyes and imagined a guy feeling up my chest, squeezing my PECS.     

 I reach down under my briefs and jeans and found my hard cock held in place by my tight briefs.  I reached around it and pulled it upward.  The tip of my cock stood above the waistband of my underwear.  I ran my finger over the tip of my cock, finding some drops of precum appearing at my pee slit.  I smeared the precum all over the crown of my cockhead.  The head of my cock responded to my touch and grew larger. 

Fingering my cockhead was good but my cock needed attention.  I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my below my balls.  My cock was now free and it twitched with excitement.  I ran my finger along the shaft.  If my cock could talk it would scream for me to grab it and stroke it.  I held my cock in my hand and closed my eyes as I stoked it slowly.  It felt good.    

I needed to feel free, free of all my clothing.  I took off my jeans and briefs and tossed them to the ground.  I grabbed my cock and watched the monitor.  The action on the screen showed a guy jacking off another guy.  They sat naked manipulating each other’s cock.   The camera had zoomed in on the cute guy.  I closed my eyes and saw him jacking me.  

 I held my cock tightly and stroked it.  Up and down I went on my shaft.  I raised my feet and placed them on the table.  I opened my eyes and saw the cute guy stroking like crazy on the other guy’s cock.  I closed my eyes and stroked with only one thing in mind.  CUMMING.

My passion was building and I knew it would not be long.  I felt myself stirring.  It was the feeling deep inside of me.  I kept jacking until it was time.  I hesitated as the first shot of cum landed on my stomach and then more cum shot out of me.  I finished the job and sat there relieved and content.  

I grabbed my underwear and wiped myself clean.  I felt sleep creeping upon me.  With heavy eyelids, I turned off the computer and flopped into bed.  It was time for sweet restful sleep.  

Drunkard Uncle

Drunkard Uncle

Submitted by Chris

I was 18 and staying at my grandmothers for the summer, before going off to college. My uncle was living there too because he was going thru a divorce and didn’t have a place to stay. One night after my grandmother went to bed I was watching TV when my uncle came home really drunk. He staggered into the bathroom and was in there a really long time I got worried so I went to check on him. When I opened the door he was sitting on the toilet with just his boxers on and was half pasted out. I managed to wake him up and half carried him to the couch in the living room. He passed out right away.

I stayed in the room watching TV and after about an hour I noticed my uncle’s boxers had risen up and his cock was sticking out of the leg opening. I had never seen an older man cock before and I was stuck staring at his. It looked big to me, much bigger than mine. I don’t know what came over me but I just got closer and closer to the couch and when I was finally sitting right next to it I reached out and touched the head of my uncle’s dick. It was very soft. I wanted to see more so I slowly pushed up the boxers exposing more of his soft cock. I picked it up and it was heavy but soft. I was afraid I would wake him up but he was really passed out and he didn’t move. I couldn’t help myself and I started slowly stroking it, his cock started growing in my hands and it looked huge compared to my cock. For a few minutes I stroke him always making sure he was sleeping. I noticed some fluid on the tip of his cock.  I picked some of it up and rubbed it between my fingers. I was so wrapped up in my uncle’s cock that I didn’t noticed that I was rock hard in my shorts. I stroked him a few minutes longer but then he started moving and I got scared and ran out of the living room. I fled into my bedroom getting myself ready for my uncle to burst in my room and accuse me of being gay and throw me out but after 15 minutes he never came in my room.

I slowly walked down the hall and peeked into the living room and there was my uncle still on the couch. He had rolled over and was now facing the wall. I was relieved so I shut off the TV and went into my room. Because my uncle didn’t always stay at my grandmothers I took over his room but he still had a dresser in there with his clothes in it. I went through his drawers until I found his underwear.  I took a pair out and smelled them and felt them, it made my cock instantly rock hard again. I took the shorts and slide my hand in them and used them to jerk off with. I imagined what it was like stroking my drunken uncle’s cock and after about 15 minutes of furiously stroking my cock with my uncle’s boxers I exploded all over my chest. My cum was everywhere.  I even got some on my uncles boxers so I took them and slide them under my mattress. I would use them all summer to jerk off with until they were stiff with my cum and then I had to throw them out. 

The next morning when I came into the kitchen my uncle was sitting at the table with my grandmother. When she left the room he asked me how he got on the couch and I told him I helped carry him there after he passed out in the bathroom. He said I was a good nephew and that was it. He didn’t remember anything else about the night before. During the summer he came home drunk a few more times but I was never able to stroke his cock again. I did take a pair of his boxers with me when the summer was over and I used them all through the winter.