Fishing Getaway - Part 1

Fishing Getaway

Part 1 of 3

Story by Jay

Inspired by Jim

I had planned this vacation for a year.  I had dreamed of being in a secluded spot where I could go naked and even swim and fish in the nude.  I had talked about it for the last year.  One friend of mine told me he thought it sounded like a great vacation and that he would love to go.  He knew I was gay and he was straight, or so I thought.  I agreed to have him go with me.  Rob was looking forward to being naked and free to roam the area.  Even thought I had been friends with Rob since high school, I never saw him naked or he never saw me naked.  But I respected him and was looking forward to the trip.

I reminded him that it is a nude getaway, and he said that still sounded great.  So we started to plan what we would do and bring for the trip.

The day came for us to depart.  We board a plane that would fly us into the area. Drop us and our gear off, and return a week later to pick us up.

It was a beautiful day.  We watched the plane take off.  We decided to make a campground near the lake.  As we walked to the lake, we heard sounds off into the brush.  We decided to stalk the noise and see what animal was making the noise.  Rob was the first to spot them.  It was two guys fucking in the woods.  We hid and watched they go at it like two bunnies.  Rob had never saw two guys fucking so he was interested in watching this spectacle. 

We watch as the one guy getting fucked, started to jack off his cock.  It did not take long before he shot his load.  Rob whispered, “Cool.”  The other guy pulled out his cock and masturbated until he shot his load into the bushes.  Rob whispered “Really cool.”

We backed up and returned to walking to the lake.  We were not sure where these two guys were camping but there was a lot of area and we were told there might be others guys here. 

Rob kept talking about watching the two guys fuck. He seemed to enjoy seeing them do it and he was not turned off.  I knew this was going to be a great week.

We pitched our tent and Rob was the first to say “Let’s fish.”  He stripped down to just his shoes and grabbed his fishing pole and went to the lake.  I undressed and joined him.  It was an awesome feeling to be naked and fishing which are two of my greatest loves.  I did a quick peek at Rob’s naked body.  He was built pretty good.  Now I knew it was going to be a great week.

New to Town - Part 2

New To Town

Part 2 of 2

Story by Jay

I was a closed gay and still a virgin.  I use to dream of having a man in my arms and now that dream was coming true.  Brad was looking at me face to face.  Our lips met and he lingered there.  I decided to return his kiss and when I did, his tongue entered my mouth.  I used my tongue to meet his tongue and our kiss turned into a long passionate one.

Neither one of us said a word.  We kissed as he undressed me.  Now it was my time.  I was unbuttoning  another man’s shirt for the first time in my life.  I peeled back his shirt and saw a well-developed chest.   I rested my hand on his chest.  I move my hand over to his nipple and ran one finger around it. 

Brad had moved quickly in undressing men and I was naked with my cock rock hard.  I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.  Pulling them off, I saw his white bikini briefs.  His cock was outlined against the material of his briefs.  My hand shook as I grabbed his waistband and began to pull his underwear down. I pulled his waistband down below his balls.  His cock was freed and popped out. 

I now had a man’s cock and balls right in front of me.  It was beautiful.  I inhaled and the musk smell was intoxicating.  I reached for his circumcised cock and pulled it towards me.  I took it in my mouth and started to suck it.  I took more and more of Brad’s cock in my mouth.  While I sucked, I reached for his balls and played with them in my hand.

Brad reached up and pulled me down on the bed.  He rotated and we were in a 69 position.  Brad attacked my cock and as he sucked away, I did the same to his cock.  I reached for his balls and noticed that they were tight and receded into his body.  I wondered why then when I felt the first spurt of cum entered my throat, I knew what was happening.

Brad eased up on sucking my cock as he unloaded his load.  I swallowed his cum for the first time. 

My mouth was filling up as quickly as I swallowed Brad load.  It was sweet. 

Brad returned to sucking my cock and I felt that feeling deep inside of me that it was time.  I shot my load.  Boy did it feel good as Brad kept sucking and I came. 

We laid back on the bed face to face.  We both had a grin on our face. 

I was no longer a virgin.

Brad stayed that weekend.  I learned a lot from his first visit.  And Brad said there would be future visits.  I can’t wait.  

New to Town - Part 1

New To Town

Part 1 of 2

Story by Jay

I was new to the big city.  I came from a small town where everyone knew everybody.  Now I was in the big city and I knew no one and no one knew me.  I had a new job and new apartment. 

The new job was a junior accountant position in a financial company.  

The new apartment was the first time out on my own.  It was a small one bedroom apartment but it was mine. 

I didn't know anybody in the big city, so the people at work were my first so called friends.  After a week on the job, I was ready to kick back and rest.  One of my co-workers, Linda, invited a few of us over for dinner.  She said her brother, Brad, was visiting and thought a party was in order.

I arrived early and ask my co-worker if she needed any help and she told me to entertain her brother.

He was a handsome guy.  He was built well with loads of muscles.   He seemed quite but after turning on my charm, he relaxed and we talk like we were old friends.  I stared at him as he talked and found that he was more than handsome.  He was very good looking.  

Dinner was good and after a while, Brad said he needed to get some air.  I said I would join him, so we headed outside.  He lite up a cigarette and we did small talk. He said he had been sleeping on the couch at his sister’s place and his back was hurting.

 

 I told him I had a one bedroom apartment but my couch turned into a bed.  Before I knew it I said “You can use it if you want.”  Brad smiled and said he would take me up on the offer. 

Now I had an overnight guest on my first weekend in the big city.  I was a closeted gay and it was my first weekend in the big city, and I had a guy sleeping over.  He would sleep on the couch, but never the less, he was sleeping over.  In a way, I was looking forward to the sleep over. 

 

We parked the cars and headed inside.  I gave him a tour of my apartment, which did not take long.

He smiled when he saw my bed.  He sat on it then laid on his back.  He smiled “This feels good, very good.”  I wanted to pounce on him but knew that would be a bad move.  I wondered what should be my next move.  I did not have to make that decision.

Brad reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms.      

A Cold Day Shower (Scott Story)

A Cold Day Shower (Scott Story)

Story by Ben

I love the taste of Ben's cum, and I love to feel it shooting onto my tongue and into my throat.

As always, I held on to every drop and then cleaned the tip of Ben's cock with my tongue, very gently, very tenderly, so that, when I eventually let his cock out of my mouth, there was not a single drop of cum left on it.

I stood up and Ben put his arms around me. "That was fantastic," he said, "as always. Now what about you?"

After a wonderful session sucking Ben's cock, I am always highly aroused, and it does not take me long to reach my own climax. I decided to join Ben in the shower and let his hands work their magic under the warm water of the shower. I took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

As soon as we were in the shower, Ben put his arms around me.  We kissed passionately.  My cock was absolutely rigid.  It was pressed against Ben's stomach.  I was enjoying the kissing, but I was desperate to move things on.

Ben started to soap up my chest.  He had my back pressed against his chest.  His arms were around me, playing with my chest hair.  His fingers are so sensual.  I love to feel them on my body.  I don't mind having a hairy chest, but I love Ben's chest; it is so smooth, but with all the firmness of a man's body.  Normally, I would have turned around at this point to kiss Ben's nipples and to massage his sexy chest.  I love that.  But I was just too aroused, and when Ben's hands moved down to my aching cock, I just leaned back against him and let him take over.

He gently pulled me round so that his cock was pressed against my leg.  I could tell that it was already starting to get hard again.  That made me even more excited.  Then, when Ben started to play with my ass, I could barely contain myself.  I thought I was going to explode even though he had barely touched my cock.

Ben realized my cock needed immediate attention.  He stroked it in that way he has that sends tingles through my whole body.  I have never known any guy use his fingers as expertly as Ben.  I could not resist.  I rested my head on Ben's shoulder and I let myself go.  It was quick, but it was amazing.  I arched forward as I forced my cock backwards and forwards in Ben's cupped hand, and from the innermost depths of my body an explosive force sent my juice bursting into his hand.

Ben kept his hand around my cock as it finished its explosion, and he let it soften against his gentle fingers.  I turned my head and kissed him in blissful exhaustion.

A Cold Day Shower (Ben Story)

A Cold Day Shower  (Ben story)

Story by Ben

Scott stood up and I put my arms around him. "That was fantastic," I said, "as always. Now what about you?"

"I think it's time you had that shower, don't you? I'll join you, and you can deal with me in the shower." He grinned, took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

As soon as Scott stripped off, it was his cock that pointed the way to the shower.  Our activity in the bedroom had left it rigid.  We held each other and kissed under the warm water of the shower.  Scott's hard cock was pressed against my stomach, demanding attention.  My cock, soft and satisfied, hung down against Scott's leg.

I took the shower gel and put some on Scott's chest.  I loved soaping up his hairy chest.  I got him to turn around, so that his back was pressed against my own chest, and the soft but firm flesh of his buttocks touched my cock.  My arms were around Scott's body, lathering his chest.  Standing like that, I could imagine that it was my own chest that I was washing.  This was the closest I could come to knowing what it would be like to have a hairy chest.  I loved playing with Scott's chest hair and sometimes felt sad that I did not have any for him to play with, but he always assured me that he loved my smooth chest.

I know that, after he has sucked my cock, Scott is always very aroused, so I soon moved my hands down to where his cock was begging for attention.  He had been right about finding my shriveled cock sexy; he was the hardest I could ever remember him being.  I got him to turn again so that he was sideways on to me.  My left hand fondled his beautiful round ass, my cock - already starting to harden a little - was pressed against Scott's leg, and my right hand was wrapped around his solid, rigid cock.  I massaged his cock with the shower gel.  I loved to hold it, proud, erect.  It was throbbing with desire.

I can always tell when Scott is approaching his climax.  His body presses harder against mine, his head leans into my shoulder and tips back.  As soon as I felt these signs, I cupped my hand around his cock, so that he would cum into my hand.  My fingers were under his cock, my thumb on top.  I moved my hand gently up and down the last part of the shaft, just behind the cockhead.  Scott loves that, and soon his body arched forward.  His cock took control of my hand and pushed into it, away from it and into it again before it shot spurt after spurt of thick cum into my hand.  I love the feeling of Scott's juice filling my hand, then trickling down between my fingers, washed away by the warm water.

As his cock calmed down, Scott turned his head, smiling, to kiss me.

A COLD DAY (Scott Story) - Part 2

A COLD DAY (Scott Story)

Part 2 of 2

Story by Ben

We were so glad to get home. It had been a long walk back, in a temperature of -15. We went straight up to the bedroom to get out of our heavy winter clothes. Ben said he was going to take a shower just to warm up.  He was naked in seconds, while I was still taking off my sweater.

I could not help but stare at him.  His cock, which was usually fairly long even when totally soft and unaroused, had shrunk to almost nothing.  I grinned and made a stupid joke about him having lost his cock while we were out.  Ben seemed a bit cross at the joke, but I hadn't meant it maliciously.  In fact I found his cock in that state very sexy.  All I could really see was an inch or more of shriveled foreskin, and I found it a real turn-on.  I could already feel my own cock stirring in my pants.

I wanted Ben to know that I liked looking at him in that state, so I walked over to let him feel for himself the effect he was having on me.  He smiled when he touched my hardening cock through my pants.

I knelt down and told Ben not to let his cock grow.  I wanted to savor it just as it was.  My lips could feel the curve of his cockhead protruding from his body.  His foreskin lay on my tongue.  It is lucky Ben is shaven at the moment.  Otherwise, I would have had difficulty getting my lips around his cock: it would have been lost in his pubes.

I love sucking Ben's cock.  And I have always been fascinated by his foreskin.  I suppose it is partly because it is something that I haven't got.  And today his foreskin was something else!  Usually, it only just covers his cock, but today it was the star of the show!

I nibbled gently on his foreskin.  Ben likes that.  I don't know how he managed to stop himself reacting to my sucking and chewing.  For several minutes I was able to revel in the joy of his shriveled foreskin and his shrunken cock, licking, sucking, and chewing.  I was in heaven.

Eventually, Ben told me he could not hold off any longer, that his cock was starting to grow.  I didn't mind.  I was impressed that he had resisted for so long, and I was ready to taste the full magnificence of his cock.  That was our special phrase.  The first time I made love to Ben I was entranced by his cock, and I told him how I loved it once it had grown to its "full magnificence".  I guess the expression sounds a bit odd.  I don't know where it came from.  The words just came out of my mouth, and they stuck.

Anyway, I still find Ben's cock magnificent.  It is long and thin.  And it is great to suck.  You mustn't think that we stay together just because I love sucking Ben's cock.  Once I got to know him, I quickly fell in love with him, and I am sure he loves me as much as I love him.  But it is true that it was sucking his cock that first night that made me want to see him again, and again.  And it was through seeing him again and again that I got to know him and fell in love with him.

I can suck Ben's cock for hours.  Well, maybe not hours, but we do often make it last a long time.  When he wants to, Ben can last and last.  I can tell when he is getting close, and I try to adjust my sucking to make it easier for him, and somehow he manages to bring himself back from the brink.  I change my rhythm again, and gradually he gets back to the edge.  Sometimes, he can do that over and over again before he lets everything go.

This time, though, I had become so excited by Ben's shrunken cock and his shriveled foreskin that I knew I wouldn't be able to last for too long.  Once Ben had let his cock start to grow, it had grown quickly, and I savored its "full magnificence" in my mouth, as I had done on so many occasions, my lips stroking it, my tongue massaging it.  I never tire of the taste of Ben's cock; I never tire of feeling it in my mouth, of sucking on it and caressing it with my tongue.  As always, it had become absolutely rigid.  I gripped it firmly with my lips, enjoying its length and its solidity.  Despite our excitement, we managed to keep the climax at bay for several minutes, reveling in the intensity of the sensations that we were both feeling.

I could tell when Ben was ready to let go. I changed my pace and applied a bit more pressure with my tongue. I held onto Ben's thighs. I felt his hands grab my shoulders. His body started to shake as he sent his juice spurting wildly and vigorously into my mouth. I always love that moment. I love the taste of Ben's cum, and I love to feel it shooting onto my tongue and into my throat.

A COLD DAY (Ben Story) - Part 1

A COLD DAY (Ben Story)

Part 1 of 2

Story by Ben

We were so glad to get home. It had been a long walk back, in a temperature of -15. We went straight up to the bedroom to get out of our heavy winter clothes. I decided to take a shower just to warm up, so I stripped completely. Scott, who was only just starting to undress, looked at me, grinning. "I think you have lost something. We had better get back out there and look for it."

I followed his gaze. He was staring at my cock. Or, rather, at where my cock used to be. I had got so cold that my cock had shrunk to almost nothing and barely protruded from my body. Virtually all you could see was an inch - maybe even more - of shriveled foreskin. Fortunately, I was totally shaven. If I hadn't been, I don't think you would have seen anything at all; it would all have been hidden in the forest of pubes.

  

"So?!" I said. "It's normal to shrivel up in cold weather. Yours is probably the same." I was conscious of some tetchiness in my voice, although I realized Scott had not meant his joke about my lost cock maliciously.

"Actually, mine isn't the same," he said. "It was, but I find your cock so sexy in that state that mine is growing already." He moved close to me. I put my hand on his crotch, and, sure enough, through the fabric of his pants I could feel Scott's cock starting to get hard.

  

He knelt down. "Keep it like that," he said. "Don't let it grow." And, with that, he clasped his lips around what remained of my cock and started nibbling at my foreskin. He was clearly enjoying it. I did everything I could to stop it growing. I imagined myself in the dentist's chair, with my mouth clamped open and the drill grinding against my teeth. I imagined myself in a bath of icy cold water. I imagined myself held down by muggers in the street, frightened for my life. These techniques worked for a while, and I managed to hold off any growth for several minutes. But in the end I could resist no longer. The sensual stimulation of Scott delicately chewing my foreskin and the warmth of his lips around my cock were too powerful.

  

"I can't hold off any longer," I said. "It's starting to grow." Scott lifted his mouth from my cock just long enough to say, "That's OK. I'm ready for it now. That was great. Now let it grow to its full magnificence." And he went straight back to work on my cock. It responded immediately, and fairly quickly it grew to what Scott always called "its full magnificence". I found the expression strange the first time he used it, but it had become our special phrase and I was quite touched that he could still refer to my cock in that way, even after three years of living together. And he always said it in a way that was full of sensual pleasure; he clearly still did find my cock magnificent: he didn't just use the words out of habit.

Scott is the best cocksucker in the world. At least, he is as far as I am concerned. I have had my cock sucked by lots of guys. Many of them have been fantastic; some have been dreadful. But no one has ever sucked my cock as well as Scott. He loves doing it, and when he wants to he can make it last and last. Somehow he just knows when I am getting close. Then he changes his technique. He doesn't stop. He just alters his method to bring me back from the brink. Once I have cooled off, he changes his technique again and brings me back to the edge. He can do that over and over again until he is ready for me to let everything go.

I could tell, though, that this was going to be quick. Scott had been so excited by my shrunken cock and my shriveled foreskin that he was not going to be in the mood for long, languorous sex. He wanted to feel the "full magnificence" of my cock shed its load over his tongue and into his throat. And the fact that he had kept me standing was a sign: for a long, slow session he would have had me stretched out on the bed. When I say that I knew it was going to be "quick", I mean quick for Scott. He still wanted to make it a wonderful moment for me. He always wanted to let me stay at the height of pleasure for a while, and that is exactly what he did. He held me there, on the edge of ecstasy, for probably ten minutes. I could tell when he was ready for me to let go. He changed his pace. His tongue darted around a bit more and applied more pressure. As always, I was completely under Scott's control, and, as soon as he was ready, he executed a few incredible movements that had the effect of sending stars sparkling before my eyes and the most amazing electric pulses coursing through my body. I had to hold onto Scott's shoulders for balance as my juice spurted wildly and vigorously into his mouth.

  

As always, he held on to every drop and then cleaned the tip of my cock with his tongue, very gently, very tenderly, so that, when he eventually let my cock out of his mouth, there was not a single drop of cum left on it.

Scott stood up and I put my arms around him. "That was fantastic," I said, "as always. Now what about you?"

"I think it's time you had that shower, don't you? I'll join you, and you can deal with me in the shower." He grinned, took my hand and led me to the bathroom.