Grant didn’t hesitate a second, as he tossed Eric his pair of dress pants. It was instinctive really, though as he watched Eric grab the pants, he had what the local preacher would call an ‘immoral thought‘ but hell, that’s what made life such fun for him. Okay, he wasn’t exactly young anymore, being in his early forties, and Eric was just 20, so what? He didn’t look like an old man, and he could still party with the best of the kids, as he called them.

Trouble was, he found that just partying wasn’t all it used to be. Instead of coming home with a new fling, as he used to do, he generally came home alone. It wasn’t from lack of opportunity either, because damn, he was still considered hot by many, if not most. He simply was tired of the one nighter’s, the over the weekend sex partners. He rather wanted someone who would stick around, help with the daily grind like feeding the horses, the chickens that he kept on the farm.

He wanted to come home to a clean house, not one with left over condoms and a note saying thanks with a phone number. It was becoming boring, hell it was boring and so while he wasn’t dead, he wanted a damn site more than what the ‘kids’ offered. Though he had to admit, Eric seemed different. He wasn’t a flake, and seemed more responsible than most who worked at doing the deliveries for the market. Read the rest of this entry »

I was born to a Farm family, raised on this huge farm, mostly Dairy farming, but some cattle for meat and selling at the nearby stockyards.

I was the middle son of three children, My older brother was called Sandy, he was a hunk, me I was a nerdish dude, always made almost straight A’s in school, but I was not that stupid, black rimmed glasses,penciled pack in pocket, stereotype of nerd, I was fairly nice looking. having worked hard on the farm, I was well built, or at least I thought so.

My brother Sandy was always picking on me like most older brothers do as we grew up, but I could out swim him, so I was on the swim team at high school, he was always on the baseball team, but we both lettered in sports in our respected fields of sport.

Mom had passed away from cancer when I was ten, my baby sister Kim, was just eight, and Sandy was twelve, he was two years older than me.

Although we fought like cats and dogs, Sandy and I were brothers and quite close.

I shared an upstairs bedroom with Sandy most of my life and as I got older I began to notice my brother’s body, he had one beautifully shaped ass, and since we both wore the white briefs, I would see his cock bulge, sticking out and laying to the side thru the white cotton of his briefs, I could clearly see that head outline with the ridge of his thick cock, It was nice, very nice. Read the rest of this entry »

In this day and age, guys who are gay should be well out of the closet by the time they reach 18 so it might come as a surprise to you that I haven’t. Well not really. Close friends know but no one else. It has disadvantages but I don’t really want my parents to know and since I live at home they would find out somehow if I started telling all and sundry about myself.

So to keep the myth going that I’m shy and straight, I take out the occasional girl now and then except usually I feign the headache at the end of the night. Working in a call centre there are mixed sexes and mixed ages but, again, living the lie I do, it can become a problem on staff nights out. However sometimes there are advantages too and that’s why I am telling you this story.

I fell in love at work except it was all one way. Connor is 24 and definitely straight. I am 18 and definitely gay except Connor didn’t know and I certainly wouldn’t tell him. Connor, as his name might suggest, was from Ireland, Dublin to be exact, and had met an English girl who was a stunning beauty even if she was a touch on the common side. He doted on her and in return, she let him. For once in a mainly gay story, I’ll describe Lynette (yes that was what she called herself). He was slim and curvy, hips you could balance a pint on, breasts you could also probably balance a pint on and she was blonde, probably! She had a habit of always chewing gum but boy could she turn heads! Read the rest of this entry »

Come here, unbutton my shirt and run your hand down my belly and below my waistband. Feel that? It’s all for you. Let it free; let it breath. There, ahhhh. Your warm hand feels so good wrapped around my cock. Feel it growing, getting longer and thicker? That’s for you. That’s because I love the way you look. What great shape you’re in; the way you take care of your body; the movement of your body as you approach me. How you look at me when I enter the room. Ah, yes, I love the feel of your lips on my nipples. No, don’t stop stroking my cock while you tongue my nipples. Such hot lips, following my downy trail. Ah, yes, put your tongue in my navel like that again. Yes, just go ahead and strip my pants off my legs. Your hands holding my hips tight, skin on skin, your face buried in my belly. I feel you taking possession of me. Taking control. I love that. You know just what pleases me. I’m falling back onto the edge of the bed now, you supporting me and holding me to your searching lips with strong hands, the heels of your hands dug into my hips, the palms flat out, cupping my butt mounds. Oh, oh! Yes, your lips encircling my mushroom cap, your tongue darting in and out of my piss slit. Mooaaaannnn.

Oh, oh, Can you take it all in? Oh, yes, yes you can. Moaannnn. I love the velvety softness, the wetness of your inner cheeks caressing all sides of my cock as you slowly pull me into your mouth, to the back of your throat. Your fingernails are digging into my butt cheeks, trying to pull me in as close as they can. Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh. Sliding that luscious warm, soft mouth up and down on my rod. Ohhhhhhh! Yes, that was me lurching and yelping a bit as you applied pressure with your teeth at the very root of my cock. So pleasing. You are giving me so much pleasure. What can I do in turn? What can I do to relieve the pressures of your day? If I could reach those strong muscles of yours, I would massage you. Read the rest of this entry »

He saw the bull in the basement room, the one towards the end, with the bed, where fuckers lock themselves behind bars. The bull was riding the cock of a guy who lay in the bed, a guy older than him. Not much to remember from the guy, no one could remember much, the bull was stealing the show. The bull was standing on his knees, above and around the guy; the bull’s back turned towards the guy’s face, the guy’s cock inside the bull’s ass. They had locked themselves in, to be seen by all. A group of four men was standing outside, holding bars with one hand, stroking dick with the other. He was among the four. The bull was going up and down slowly, jerking off, feeling his meaty chest muscles, his belly and his own arms.

At some moment the bull focused his eyes on him – him beating off outside the bars. The bull would not stop staring at him, would not stop the up and down motion. He, trapped by the bull’s stare, went on stroking.

They kept it like this for a while, synchronized, their glances glued to each other’s. Read the rest of this entry »

Some of the bushes were clearly feeling the summer’s draught as was Adam. It was his favourite part of the woods as it let him do his own thing without anyone bothering him. It was after all the only time when he could be himself and let his dreams take hold. Just standing among the bushes with his semi erect penis hanging out added to his inner excitement.

Adam’s hazel eyes widened as he let his mind explore the secret thoughts & desires that came to his young mind. Nothing was taboo within the confines of his mind and just like in his all time favourite book, Lord of The Rings, he felt the excitement of the unknown and the wonders of things not yet discovered.

His hand moved down to push his pants further down off his hips. He felt the small warm breeze across his belly and the backside of his naked torso. He loved the feeling of just standing there, amongst natures own wonders while his mind conjured up the images of Middle Earth. It was how he knew that he could face another day.

The tube of lube came out as his pants slid down to his ankles now. The solitude of the bushes and the gentle whisper of the wind thru the hollows only heightened his desire to let his mind wander back to a time when life was simpler and easier to cope with. The warm goo spread on his hands as he then gently applied the thick lubricant to his erect cock that dangled impatiently in front of his toned body. Read the rest of this entry »

I had just moved to the city to start college. I had a cramped little loft apartment that didnt even have its own bathroom. So one morning when I went down to the bathroom to shower is when I first saw him. He was a light shade of caramel with a shaved head and a neatly groomed goatee. He was about 5′11″ and probably 200 to 210 pounds with a muscular build. He had a noticable beer belly whitch I found very attractive (I liked that average joe look) and was standing in his towel about to dry off. When he dropped his towel so did my jaw. I had heard that Latinos had a very active libido and im sure he did too. He was uncut and was about 6 inches soft and had a huge set of balls hanging below his dick and above was a big bushel of black pubes. I couldnt help but stare.

When I looked up he was looking right at me. I was so embarassed. I had known I was gay for a while now but never had done anything with a guy. I turned around and walked quickly back to my room, forgetting his room was right beside mine and hoping he didnt come back for a while. I didnt see him for a few days. I was so embarassed by what had happened that I only went to the showers in the dead of night. One night around 3 I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and the he stood. He barged in and sat down on my couch and turned on the tv. I said “hey what do you think your doing?” he said “what the hell does it look like im doing?” before I could answer he asked if I had any porn. I said “I dont think youll like the porn I have” he said “ill get off to anything getting fucked.” Read the rest of this entry »

Tommy rather enjoyed his job, it had its moments of excitement, had its moments of utter boredom, but it was always different. He might be nearing 30, though you would never know it by looking at him. His hair was not buzzed cut, though not long either. His eyes were a cold steel grey, unless he was excited. Some of his past dates would see that they would appear like they were smoking, which always gave him a chuckle.

He enjoyed the lifestyle he had, being single, being able to move around, not have to sit behind some desk shuffling papers. Plus, he was in a place that changed every day, every minute really. Walking his daily path, he saw some regulars, but for the most part everyone he came across was new, different.

His job was simple. To patrol the upper concourse of the Airport, keep an eye on the various people rushing around with luggage and others. It was his responsibility to keep them all safe, from each other, and from those who wanted to do them harm, simply because they could. It was that constant awareness that danger was just around the corner, was potentially the next person walking towards him, that made danger his constant companion. Read the rest of this entry »

I was in college fraternity at the University of Delaware and I’d enjoyed the wonders of living in my frat for the past two years: about 25 guys, l8 to 23 years of age, at the prime of their sexual allure and most were horny as hell all their waking hours. I was an avid sportsman. I like the physical exertion and closeness to other guys. Living in such a house was like a dream come true to me. As most young men do, they usually dressed in minimal clothing, the better to admire their physiques whenever they passed a mirror. And horny guys in same-sex housing frequently turned to the most easily available body-to-body contacts available. Most often, the impromptu wrestling match was used to alleviate our pent-up frustrations.

My roommate, Greg, arrived back from classes. He was in class all day so ached to relieve his cerebral stress by rushing into our room, stripping down to a T-shirt and shorts and lay across his bed hoping for a catnap. I was lying casually in my jockeys on the bed reading a chemistry textbook. His eyes were closed in an effort to take a short nap. I couldn’t have this so I jumped on top of my roommie where he lay, and for the next five to ten minutes we were going at each other until one or the other of us said, “Okay, I give! You win!!” This scene would be played out time and time again, and it never failed to turn me on whenever we had such encounters. We were going at each other with our their legs entwined one another, just knowing that our cocks were pressed into each other almost made me shoot my wad. Greg, too was getting excite and had to get away from the temptation to go even further, so he grabbed a towel to hide his boner and headed for the showers. While he was in the shower, I thought about what could have been. Just thinking about our matches gave me a hard-on. But after two years in such a sexually stimulating environment I was beginning to weigh the risk of expsing my own mounting sexual frustration. I had come close to getting it on with Greg. But we only threw boners and played grab ass through either underwear or gym shorts. I was determined to actually “do” something with him. But I didn’t have the guts to try anything for fear of rejection or the ridicule that would follow. I had to bide my time and then go for it. Read the rest of this entry »

I had just finished running my laps and walked off the outdoor track, breathing heavily. It was an early sunny summer day and the afternoon was warm enough to take my shirt off and stick it in my waistband, and now I used it to wipe the sweat from my face and chest as I headed for the locker room. I played a couple of school sports depending on the season. We had to do laps every day to keep in shape. I enjoyed running along the school’s track or along the river close to my dorm. We ran to better control our breathing and to expand our lungs so that we wouldn’t get winded during a strenuous game. Besides running, I lifted weights and used different equipment in the gym. My workouts were paying off. I had am awesome tight body, even if I have to say so myself. Before getting ready for my shower I checked out my entire body in the full-length mirror and noticed how my hard work was paying off; my chest had become more defined and I had rock-hard abs now, if only someone would notice.

My locker was in a small room off the back of the main locker room, near the showers. I knew from personal experience of course that a lot more than changing went on there. I had seen guys in towels stroll about or look out through the doorway to see if anybody could be enticed to join them. I myself had occasionally hooked up there. Not lately, though. A few of the guy that I had seen who interested me hadn’t seemed inclined to return the feeling. More than once I had thought in disgust, “hey, I’m not that ugly. Who are they waiting for, anyway? Well it’s their loss”. And I wrapped a towel around me got ready for my shower.

I did not see anyone in the locker room as I walked in, but heard the shower running. Just then the shower stopped. I walked into the showers and entered the outer area where we hung our towels. The guy who had been showering was there, drying himself. He looked up at me and smiled and nodded. I nodded back, hung up my towel. Then I gave my shower mate the once over. His body was well muscled without being overly developed. He had defined pecs which were lightly covered with hair that thickened as it descended over washboard abs, smoothly joining with the thick pubic mass out of which appeared a nicely sized and shaped cut cock and small round balls. His sturdy arms and legs completed the picture. Read the rest of this entry »

Two weeks had passed since I had my head shaved and the time had come to do it again. To be able to have a good time with myself for a few hours I chose last Sunday for that event.

After getting up in the morning I took a shower and then stood naked in front of my bathroom mirror. As I saw my penis rising and getting hard I took it in one hand and the new clipper I had recently bought in my other hand. With that clipper I can shave my head down to the skin within a few seconds but I wanted to take my time and have some fun with myself.

I adjusted the clipper down to 2 mm and started shaving the back of my head guiding the machine from the middle of my neck up to the top of my head. The second go then shaved the left side of the back and the next one the right side. I felt the wet cum from me masturbating my dick and continued shaving my head from my forehead backwards to cut my hair on top of my head down to the same length as at the back. After a few minutes my hair was shaved down completely to a length of 2 mm all around my head and now I could go to the next step.

I adjusted the clipper down to 0.6 mm now which is the shortest possible length and repeated the shaving of my head the same way as I had done it in the first round. Now only a shade of hair remained on my head which had the effect that my boner nearly exploded and finally my sperm spattered down into the sink I was standing in front of. Read the rest of this entry »

My boss, had this funny habit of asking me special favors pertaining to the job hat I did on the docks of a major Manufacturing Company here in Toledo.

I was a fork lift operator and it was my job to unload the incoming trucks that delivered materials and supplies or whatever they were delivering.

As it happened Mr. Muschany called me into his office about three that Friday afternoon and asked me to do him a big favor.

There was a truck load of Materials for the Machinist line that was badly needed to continue the work they were doing, and it was being delivered that next day, Saturday Morning, it was a special delivery, and someone needed to be here to accept, and sign for it, and then unload it from the Semi it would be coming in on. Well that’s where I came in, I was the only lift driver that was available to be here on Saturday, the plant was closed as was in most instances the docks, it was very seldom that anyone was there on a Saturday.

I agreed, but I knew also I would be getting time and a half wages for the work.

I got there at the usual time and had made a pot of coffee in the truckers lounge there on the big Docks platform, I was totally alone, the whole plant was deserted except for the occasional security guard that made their rounds about every three hours or so. Since we manufactured refrigeration parts, we were not in the classified governmental class so there was nothing of national security produced in our plant, so there was not need for really tight security.

Well I had just sat down and poured me a cup of coffee, offered a cup to Jason the security Guard, and we had drank about a cup and a half when Jason told me he had to get on with his rounds and would see me again in about three hours. Read the rest of this entry »

I have always had a desire to “get together” with another guy. I knew that I was gay from the time I was ten. While the other boys were beginning to become interested in girls, I gravitated to boys. As I grew up an entered my teens, my body was filling out nice. My cock grew in proportion and pubes just plain fascinated me. I remember seeing the first hair around my cock. Every day checked and counted hairs until they got to numerous. I like the feel and look of them. Their dark color accented the paleness of my cock. I was curious as to how the bodies of other guys were developing so I took every chance that came along to see naked boys whenever I could. In the locker room after gym when we showered and were changing back into our clothes, I saw the vast array that cocks came in. I saw large ones, small ones, light ones, dark ones, cut ones and ones that still had their foreskins. Of course they were all soft at they time.

I would throw a boner all the time. My best friend Ronnie was a year older than I. Whenever he got a hardon he would show me. We would compare our dicks by standing face to face and laying one the other. We would handle each other’s cocks but not for long. We had jack of contests and circle jerks with the other boys in the neighborhood. We all jerked our own cocks and measured how far our cum shot out. I was hooked on beating off and did it several times a day in any place that I happened to be in at the time. My dog Spot would be with me a lot. He looked at me with concern as I jerked, moaned and screamed as I came. I guess he thought I was being hurt. I was kneeling on the floor one time when he came close and licked up my cum from the floor and then came over and licked the cum that was still on my cock. It felt good and he must have liked the taste.

I did not do anything more daring with another guy in my neighborhood. Some guys were cool with messing around with each other and some were not. I didn’t want to get a reputation of being queer and having rumors spread at home. I was going away to college and would be an hour away from home, I would be sharing a room with two other freshman, Greg and Anthony. So maybe something might happen and my desires would come true. Read the rest of this entry »