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A Misunderstanding

bobeeboi3767 — Tue, 21 May 2013 03:49:27 GMT

The feelings were new. I never thought it could feel this good. His cock is so deep in me I can feel the throbbing. I never want him to stop with every thrust he punishes so sweetly my prostate that I can barely stand it. Me on my stomach him on my back. I just kept thinking just keep fucking me don't ever let this end please. He stops and I worry that I've done something wrong. He pulls out slowly , and now I'm panicking.

Why? Please if I've done anything wrong let me know. My fear quickly fades away as he flips me on my back lifts my legs up so that my ankles rest on his shoulders. He penetrates me quickly and deeply. I can't help but let out a small moan that turns him on so much that if he could shove his balls along with his dick inside of me he would. He looked at me with an intensity that I had never seen from him before. His thrusts were quicker driving me to an ecstasy I could only dream about. I could feel every vein, every bulge as I rub my hands over his body which seemed even more muscular than usual. My dick is so hard that I keep hearing that stupid commercial in my head “If you maintain an erection longer than 4 hours seek medical attention”

I didn't give a shit. If I was going to die I was going to die with a fucking smile so wide that people would be creeped out when they would find the body. So he keeps staring at me like he's never seen me before. With his hand he grabs the back of my neck and brings his lips to mine his tongue probing as deeply as his cock. I suck it in and in that very moment I cum. I mean I cum for the first time with out touching myself. I don't have time to ponder what just happened because the cum is going all over the place a drop lands on his lips and I think he's going to slow down his thrusting and wipe it off with his hand. He just licks it up with his tongue and never stops fucking me. He keeps going faster and I know it won't be long now. I've still got an erection. I don't know if it's because we're young or because this is something new for us. I think it's a combination of both things.

He's thrusting faster now and he mumbles something. I look at him knowing that I don't have to tell him that I didn't hear him . At this point we're linked I don't know how but we are. “Put your toe in my mouth” he yells in between thrusts I comply and he cums so deeply in me that I can almost feel every shot go off inside. He collapses on me, and I whisper in his ear “I love you Ken, I always will”. He looks at me “ I hope so after that hot fuck I just gave you” I gently punch his chest “You stuck up son of a bitch” He smiles “Joey, I say this with every fiber of my being you are the love of my life, and I will always love you. So can we go get something to eat now”?

Four hours earlier Kenneth Jones and his boyfriend Joey Barnes sit in Dr. Vasquez waiting room. A nurse steps out and calls out for Joey. Ken and Joey both walk to the nurse. “Is it OK if he comes in with me he's my boyfriend and this effects him as well”. The nurse looked at him and you could tell she was a bible zealot because her smile turned to a frown and she could barely muster a yes. Joey and Ken ignored the cunt and walked past her to Dr. Vasquez who was standing on the other side. “Mr. Barnes how are you?” the Dr. asked. “Fine”. Joey responded. The Dr escorts them both to his office where he takes a seat behind his desk , and offers some seats for Ken and Joey. “ Ok Mr. Barnes lets get to it I'm sure the wait has been unbearable, the test came back non reactive”. “ I knew it I told you I felt weird I knew something was wrong” Joey tells Ken. Joey turns to the Dr, and asks “He's always worn a condom and he took the test four months ago, he came out negative. We've been so careful he'll be alright won't he?” The Dr. looks at Joey puzzled. “Mr Barnes I think we have a misunderstanding non reactive means negative you are not HIV positive”. Ken and Joey look at each other and start to laugh.

“Thank you Dr. Vasquez” Ken says as both he and Joey leave. As they stand outside of the office in the bitter cold. They look at each other give each other a kiss and Ken tells Joey “ Well you know what this means”?

“NO CONDOMS” they say in unison. They walk to their car and take off to have the best sex of their lives.

Brig O' Doon

-passport- — Mon, 20 May 2013 20:22:15 GMT

Hey there,

This is my first story and my first post on this forum! I hope you enjoy it, it is a slow burn romantic fantasy!

M.
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�We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.�
- �Tam o� Shanter� � Robert Burns.

Drums pounded in his head. Fierce and regular � the beat of a clan marching to war. Everything ached. His mouth tasted like iron and his ears rang to the sound of bells.
He opened his eyes. That in itself was a task. Around him, everything was white. A minute or so passed before he registered where he was. Hospital. How did I get here?

�You are awake.� The voice cut through the drums. His vision was blurry at first, but soon the face melted into view. It was a handsome face; deep blue eyes and a laughing smile. His skin was as pale as milk and his hair looked as though it was aflame.

�Who are you?� he couldn�t be sure. The drums were pounding. �Do you know how I got here?�

�Can�t you remember?� the man asked. Concern clear on his face.

�Would I have asked you if I knew?� he had no time for pointless questions. It hurt to talk, his throat was raw. He coughed.

�Let me get the nurse.� The man disappeared. He didn�t want him to go, he didn�t want to be alone in this place, not entirely certain of who he was or how he had got here.

The man in the bed looked around. He was alone in the room. There was a sorry bunch of flowers perched on his bed side cabinet, they looked thirsty. He was certain that the TV in the corner of the room had been gathering dust. The blinds were drawn tight, but it was dark outside. He was sure of that much.

To his left he noticed a whiteboard. �B. Fyres�. I guess that must be me. And still the drummers in his head played on.

Gingerly the man in the bed, B. Fyres, brought his hand to his head. He rubbed his temple hoping to soothe the pain. He pulled his hand back over his head, uncertain of what he would find. His hand came to rest on a linen bandage and some sort of padding. What happened to me?

The door opened. A nurse stepped inside the room, followed by the man. I still have no idea who he is! The nurse produced a flashlight from her pocket and proceeded to shine it directly in his eye. The drummer beat furiously in answer. He winced.

�It is good to see that you are awake,� the nurse smiled at him. She was beautiful. Blonde hair, brown eyes and pale skin but her smile was her prized feature.

�I�d say I was glad to be awake � but I�d be lying,� the man in the bed responded, �my head hurts.�

�I�m not surprised after everything that you�ve been through,� she responded cheerfully.

�And what would that be? I don�t even remember my own name.�

�Oh,� she glanced back at the redhead. Worry was written all across his handsome face. He must mean something to me. �Sorry, I thought that...� she turned to the redhead, �did you not explain?�

He was speechless. The man in the bed sighed. �I don�t know his name either.�

�Do you know where you are?� the nurse inquired.

�No.�

�You are in hospital.�

�Really?� he smiled sarcastically, �I had managed to get that far all by myself.�

�This is Forth Valley Royal Hospital, in Larbert, Scotland � the ICU, intensive care unit,� her tone was icy.

�I�m sorry,� he conceded, �there was no need of me to be rude to you, it isn�t your fault that I am here."

�No,� the nurse agreed, �but you are lucky to be here. You jumped from a bridge.�

�What?� the man in the bed was incredulous. He tried to push himself up. Pain roared in his head.

�You had surgery in Glasgow and they transferred you here,� the nurse informed him. She continued to circle his bed like a vulture inspecting a corpse. The redhead held back. She pointed at the redhead, �Mr Sark was part of your surgical team. He saved your life.�
The man in the bed stared intently at the redhead loitering sheepishly at the back of his room. No wonder I didn�t know who he was.

�Thank you, I guess,� the man in the bed ventured, trying to bridge the awkward silence.

�Erm... no problem,� Mr Sark replied. His voice was nervous, but soothing to the ears like honey to a cold. �I have a couple of questions for you, if that�s okay?�

The man in the bed nodded, �fire away.�

Mr Sark ventured closer. The nurse looked at him, probably wondering why he looked like he wanted to flee at any second.

�I�ll leave you to it then,� she smiled. The nurse whisked out of the room like a will-o�-the-wisp at dawn. Sark tried to stop her from going the man in the bed saw, but to no avail.
Silence descended � but for the drumming in his head. The doctor looked wary, determined not to make a single misstep. Carefully he started, placing his hand on the end of the bed.
�You have undergone-�

�Can you please start by telling me my name?� the man in the bed interrupted.

�Fyres. Bobbie Fyres. They found your wallet on you when they pulled you from the river.�

�I was in the river? I guess I must be better at floating than I am at swimming.�

�I guess so. But...�

�But...?� Bobbie tried to lean forward, but it hurt too much. Still the drummer played. A mournful song between his ears.

The doctor sighed again. Bobbie started to notice other things about him. A scattering of freckles on his pale cheeks. Teeth as large and as white as Dover�s chalk cliffs. The soft stubble on his angular face.

�...but that was not the only thing that we found on you,� the doctor pulled a small square of paper from his pocket. He unfolded it carefully on the end of the bed, smoothing down the sides. �You left a note.�

�Good. Maybe it can explain what possessed me to jump off a bridge in the first place.�

Bobbie reached out a hand for the note. Sark carefully placed the letter in his open palms.

�That�s if you did jump,� he whispered. �Read it. I have seen something like this before.�

�Like what?� Bobbie was unconvinced.

He held the small square of paper up to the light and read the message.

�Don�t believe what they tell you. You have found Brig O� Doon.�

Bobbie looked up from the paper into the uncertain face of the doctor.

That was when the lights went out.
_________

The hospital stood like a beacon against the dark night sky. The clouds had parted and the ground had drunk the rain.

The motorbike drew up to the emergency bay. Silent. Not even the sound of an engine.

A man climbed down and removed his helmet.

Blue eyes, green eyes, grey eyes. Mischief reigned behind them.

The man raised his hands to the flashing emergency sign. Smiling.

That was when the lights went out.

A boy and his favorite teacher

billycollege — Wed, 15 May 2013 23:27:55 GMT

I was an awkward, shy, sad kid. My father was distant and my mom was domineering. Elementary school was a nightmare when I transferred from a average public school to an elite one when my dad made more money and we moved. I was teased and harassed for most of my time. That is until 6th grade and a math teacher who for some reason took an interest in me. He got me involved in sports and even into following it on TV and in the paper. He became a friend and really helped me come out of my shell.

When I moved on to middle school I would go back to the elementary school and see him to say hi and tell him how things were going. This lasted into high school. When I was a senior and on the varsity hoops team as a bench warmer he was a volunteer coach. So it was great to see him all the time and we chatted alot.

One day in late spring he invited me over to his house to swim because he knew we didnt have a pool and it was already getting hot. So I went over and he watched me swim and talked sports with me while he cooked burgers on the grill for us. We did this twice a month for a few months.

By the time I graduated and was in the summer before college he saw me at a 7 11 getting some soda and candy. He asked me if I wanted to come over. I said sure. I was dressed in Adidas , socks, shorts and a t shirt, boxers under. He asked me if I wanted to swim and I declined saying I didn't bring a suit. He said as a boy he skinny dipped and said I can change in the other room if I wanted. I thought about it and he said go on Billy, no big deal. So I went in and took off everything and opened the door and walked down the hall to the family room where he just smiled and said the pool is out there and laughed. So i jumped in and he came out and was really cool. Telling me how handsome I was and what a good kid I am. He even encouraged me to do some dives on his diving board and would slap my ass and say good luck as i scampered by him at the grill. I swam for about 2 hours and then got out and put on a towel to eat outside with him.

When we finished he asked me to bring my plate in and when I did he asked me to hand him my dish and my towel so he can dry it. I did and stood naked before him. He took the items and asked for me to sit on the couch for a minute. I waited for him there and he sat down beside me and told me I had a pretty penis. This sorta disturbed me because soft I am only an inch or so and 5.5 rock hard. I told him I guess pretty means small? He laughed and said no and explained the shower vs grower concept.

He then began to fondle my penis and it grew fast! I told him it felt good and he responded by bending over and kissing the tip and then licking my shaft up and down like he was looking for lint or something. It felt so awesome. I relaxed and closed my eyes. He took me into his mouth and began sucking me, slowly at first, then faster. My hands went to his head and began guiding him. I could feel a wave or a tingle in my feet and it moved up my legs, I tensed and he didn't stop he kept on and I blew my load in his mouth. I told him how awesome that felt and that I loved being naked for him. He told me to get dressed. I asked him if I can do that to him, he said next time. Next time never came, turns out he had pancreatic cancer stage 4 and died in a few months.

I wish he was alive and I think about him a lot when I masturbate. He was a good friend. I haven't found any older men to admire me like he did in my time in college so far, hopefully one day I will.

I know this was not the most sexually exciting story, but I wanted to share.

Thanks

Billy

The Times Are Changing (A work of semi fiction)

bobeeboi3767 — Tue, 14 May 2013 21:16:23 GMT

Today I witnessed something I thought I'd never see in my lifetime. It was early in the morning, and I was driving down Marbach Rd. now for those that don't know John Jay High School is located on Marbach as I said it was early in the morning, and the kids were all rushing to get to class. That in itself wasn't unusual what floored me was this group of five teenage boys ranging in age from 15 to 18 that were clearly openly gay and downright proud of it.
This was amazing to me, but what was truly fantastic was the fact that the other kids ignored them sure there were a couple that stared, but overall the majority of them just went about their business. In my day if we went to school as our true selves it was a guaranteed trip to the nurse after a severe beating. I was lucky I got the usual "faggot" but because I "didn't show" like some of my friends I was spared most of the time. "Tommy" wasn't so lucky he would get bullied mercilessly on a daily basis until one day he had enough and showed up with a knife to attack his bullies he was busted with the knife before anything bad happened he was expelled and there was never an investigation as to why a student who had never been in trouble before showed up to school one day with a knife. I never saw Tommy again people say he killed himself a few months later. That was it for me, the year was 1984 I was 17. and I told my semi conservative Mexican American mother that I was gay. To the day she died I always felt she never truly accepted me, and I resented her for it always. The derision I received from "family" and "friends" was silent. You see I was punished by being shunned in those days being gay and Mexican was as bad as being a baby killer on a spree. Everybody knew they just avoided me as much as they could, and they never talked about it to my face just whispers in the wind. Not all of them played the denial game that my family is so fucking good at playing. One person who I looked up to and respected above all else. Told me straight to my face "I'll never understand this it sickens me just thinking about it she won't tell you, but Tia is heartbroken you've killed your mother, and you're probably gonna die of AIDS" and there were two others not blood relations no they were two cunts that married into the family the first one told me at the thanksgiving after I came out "Don't act gay you embarrass me and "Tom", of course "Tom" didn't have the balls to tell me himself. The second special cunt liked to play this game I would show up at family parties which by the way I stopped going after that thanksgiving but this bitch would still come and visit my mother her game would be "Oh Robert you're 18 and still no girlfriend" mother would look at me and with her eyes beg me not to start shit. So my response was always "I haven't found that special girl" . Now some family was two faced what I mean is that to my face they would say " Oh how brave of you I have nothing against gays I just want you know" then behind my back " How could Tia keep him in the house I would kick him out" I'm pretty sure these family members thought I'd never find out but "Tia" would tell me anything she could use as a weapon to hurt me. She was very good at it. So all of this made me insecure, with no self esteem and promiscuous looking for the love and the acceptance that I craved for so desperately I was a text book case self loathing homosexual I engaged in behavior that I shouldn't have why I never caught a disease and died I'll never know it's like some fucking cosmic joke and I didn't get it. Only now 30 yrs later am I finally realizing I was worth something I am worth something it may be to late for me to achieve my full potential, but it fills my heart with joy that those five teenage queens will grow up in a world with more tolerance and they will know that they are worth something. Bigots know this you can only hide behind your religion for so long, I for one look forward to the "Secular War" the right is so eager to incite and I say to the victor go the spoils.... Marriage Equality for all..

strict silverdaddy dominates me(true story)

brownuncut — Sat, 11 May 2013 14:56:40 GMT

This happened to me last month when I first moved into my new apt.

I just finished high school and got my new place for college. It was a cheap 1 bedroom in a mostly quiet senior retired neighborhood.

It was a Saturday night and I had moved in Friday morning so I was still getting used to the place and still arranging everything. I decided to do laundry and took a load downstairs. On the second floor an older man gets in and he's going to the laundry as well. I'm just texting on my phone and he asks me if I'm new to place because he doesn't see college people here often. So I tell him I moved for college and so on. He tells me he’s divorced and retired from construction and moved recently as well. So we both go to the laundry room and start up the machines and head back up stairs.

Back in the elevator he makes small talk about the weather and how this is a nice building and such. He gets off on his floor and asks me where I live because he likes to know his neighbors. I go upstairs and finish cleaning up and here my timer go off and go back downstairs to pick up my clothes. I'm finishing emptying out my machine and he comes in just as I am leaving and we just nod and walk away.

2 or 3 hours go by and I hear a knock on the door. I check through the hole and it’s the guy from the 2nd. I open to see what's up and he’s holding up one of my jockstraps that I forgot to grab from the machine. I'm slightly embarrassed by thank him for returning it and he says just smiles. I figured I was going drink some beer and invite him inside.

We sit down and drink and he tells me his story and such. He's 63 years old but looks 45. He's about 230lbs at 6'3 and definitely can tell he did construction. I'm 5'8 140 lbs so he was intimidating except he seemed like a really like guy. We watch the playoffs for a bit and now it’s like 10 so I tell him I gotta crash for the night. I get up to show him the door and he walks to door with me. I go to unlock the door and he grabs my wrist locking it. I'm kinda weirded out so I tell him I can't hang out tonight maybe tomorrow.

He tells me he's not leaving till he gets his reward for returning the jockstrap. Suddenly his whole voice change and its sounds like he's a foreman at his construction site giving me orders. I was scared but slightly aroused. I play it off as a joke but he seemed serious. He moves in closer and puts his massive left hand on my waist pushing me back away from the door. I'm tell him to stop and he doesn't listen but for some reason I was scared because of his size but also found it sexual.

He continues to push me and lead me away from the door and we are back in the living room. He pushes me down to the recliner and stands in front of me staring me down.

I try getting up and I get pushed down. Finally he backs off and I get up to walk back to the door. This is when I turn my back to him and he grabs me from behind and gives me a tight hug. He's 6'4 and he lifts me off the ground and is now lifting me towards the room. At this point I was both really hard and scared. He slams the room door with his legs and throws me onto the bed and says "I'm claiming the reward". He jumps on top of me with all his 240 lbs and sniffs my neck and hair. His hands are down by my waist and his left hand is now inside grabbing my dick. He sits on my back and takes off his T-shirt and he has a hairy chest with nice solid pecks no ripped but huge. He rips my gym shorts and boxers on and by now he has my face in the pillow. He tells me to shut the fuck up and reaches down to my hole with his thumb. He lifts my face off the pillow letting me turn around to catch a glimpse of his rock hard and very hairy cock. He was at least 9x6 with low hanging balls. I'm both leaking precum and hard as well.

He slams my face back into the pillow and I feel something warm drip into my hole. He spits 3 or 4 times while working it with his thumb. Then without notice I feel his tip enter and he buries it one solid thrust. I yelp into the pillow and he tells me I'm his whore now. He begins to thrust and after 4 to 5 I escape in ecstasy. He's pounds my hole hard and deep for a good 15 minutes before I feel his hands grab the back of my throat and he tells me that he is going to mark his property. I feels 7 to 8 steaming hot spurts hitting the deeps of my ass and his dick still buried for another 20 minutes.

He gets up and smacks my ass and tells me that he's going to come back to reclaim it and I better be ready. Over the past 3 weeks he has returned more than 20 times and just grabbed me away to fuck my hole.

Bradley Gets Virile Straight Man Sperm

Miss Bad Boy — Sat, 11 May 2013 11:07:17 GMT

Michael arrived at Vanessa's apartment three hours before she was even due home from work, but that didn't stop her roommate Bradley from letting Michael inside.

"Come on in, Michael," Bradley said, putting a hand on Michael's back as he ushered him inside. That's a little weird... thought Michael. He knew Bradley was a homosexual -- Vanessa had told him so. And now Bradley seemed a little too touchy with Michael.

Michael took a seat on the couch in the living room while Bradley slipped into the kitchen and got a beer for Michael. Bradley gently put the beer in Michael's hand and then he took a seat in the big chair next to the couch. He opened a water bottle and guzzled some water down. Something about the way Bradley drank made Michael feel uncomfortable, but he didn't really understand why.

"I just realized... I think I'm really early," said Michael. "I think Vanessa's working late tonight."

"She is," Bradley said. "You're very early, Michael."

"Sorry for being so stupid," Michael said.

"No apologies." Bradley stared at Michael. Michael looked over at him.

"You didn't have to give me a beer," Michael said.

"You look like you needed a beer," Bradley said.

"I really don't..." Michael said. He patted his stomach. He had a little gut. But Michael was very sexy, regardless of it. "Had too many of them in college."

"Oh, did you?" Bradley said. Bradley then stood up and walked over to the entertainment center and started messing around with the television.

"All I ever did in college was drink and get laid," Michael said.

"Laid?" Bradley questioned. "You slept with a lot of girls?"

"Hundreds," Michael said. "But -- sshh! Don't tell Vanessa. She thinks I had one steady girlfriend in college."

"Oh, yes, she told me about that," Bradley said. "Said her name was Josie."

"Yeah, Josie," Michael said. "There was a Josie. There was also a Carolyn, a Rachel, a Stephanie, a Monica, a Tracey, a Nicole, a Tamara, a Samantha, a Katie, a Leela, a Jill...."

Bradley turned his head around at Michael and gave a disgusted look.

"Slut!" He huffed.

Michael smiled. He looked beautiful doing it. "Yeah. Something like that."

"Have you cheated on Vanessa already?"

Michael took a few more sips of his beer. "Uh-huh," he said. "You can't ever tell her, though."

"Oh, I won't, Michael." Bradley was still fixing around with the TV. "Such a bad boy."

Michael flashed another smile, full of teeth, sparkly eyes and masculine cockiness.

Just then, a picture flashed on the television. A movie was playing.

A woman was giving a professional, experienced, amazing blowjob to a man who appeared to be dressed in cowboy boots and Wranglers pulled all the way down to his feet, showcasing his hairy legs. Nothing could be seen of the man except for these boots, his jeans, his hairy legs, and a thick, spit slimed, veiny, long, erect penis, which quickly went in and out of the woman's mouth, who sucked him hard. The unseen man moaned and groaned and cursed quietly as this woman -- this unattractive older woman with too much red lipstick and glasses -- worshipped his bone hard cowboy cock.

"What the hell?" Michael said quietly -- but it was a scary quiet. For a moment, Bradley worried that he was doing the wrong thing. But he saw that Michael's eyes -- despite looking somewhat annoyed and displeased -- was looking at this woman on the TV who was sucking cock.

"I know it's weird, but everyone likes porn, right?" Bradley sat back down in the chair he was sitting in. "I didn't know what else to put on."

"So you put on this?" Michael asked.

"Well, I didn't think you'd like any of my gay ones," Bradley said. His confidence was coming back.

"I wouldn't have," Michael said as a matter of fact.

Michael stood up. He was going to leave.

"Thanks for the beer, Bradley. I won't tell Vanessa about any of this." That was a lie -- he planned on telling her everything.

"Good, because if you do, I'll tell her about Carolyn, Rachel and all of those other girls," Bradley said back.

Michael just stood there staring at him. And then -- "Deal."

"Wait," Bradley said. He turned off the stupid porno and stood up and faced Michael, man to man. "You also have to let me blow you."

Michael sure didn't want a man giving him a blow job.

"I'm not gay, Bradley. You won't even get me hard."

Bradley reached down and grasped Michael's penis and testicles through his jeans. "Oh, yeah?" Bradley doubted. He rubbed his finger around the head of Michael's penis, which stimulated him. Something was oddly sexually attracting Michael to Bradley. It didn't take long for his rod to lengthen inside of his jeans. Bradley held on to the stiffness and rubbed Michael's balls as well. He liked the feel of that big dick in there.

A little small, circular stain appeared through Michael's jeans where his cock head was.

"Precumming?" Bradley said to Michael, staring him in the eye. "Michael, I think this big penis of yours needs sex."

"It'll have sex as soon as it sees Vanessa."

"I think it would rather have sex now. Look down, Michael. That stain is getting bigger. You're precumming more and more. Something tells me this cock needs to ejaculate, Michael."

Michael did not want to give in -- and yet, he was also aware that he wanted to.

"Would you like to shoot some semen down my throat, Michael?" Bradley asked. "I know Vanessa's a terrible lay. I can tell. This will feel much better than anything she can give you. And you've already cheated on her, so that tells me a lot more."

Bradley unzipped Michael's jeans.

"Of course, I can stop if you really insist..." Bradley pushed Michael's jeans slightly down, then yanked down his gray boxer briefs, revealing a healthy, large, bobbing erect penis that was surrounded by dark, luscious pubic hair. A strong odor of the male sex hit Bradley's nose and he loved it. Very stinky and very masculine. "Do you really insist, Michael?"

Bradley bent down and opened his mouth wide and swallowed Michael's cock. Michael moaned with pleasure as he felt his penis make contact with Bradley's wet, soft, stimulating tongue, which tickled him in a way that made him want to cum instead of laugh.

"No..." Michael said, in a voice that suggested he was now overtaken by the power of good sex. He shuddered. His penis was inside Bradley's mouth, getting worked over. Up and down went Bradley's head as he fucked Michael good with his lips and tongue.

"That's better," Bradley said quickly, before going back to attend to Michael's gun. A few seconds later, and then Bradley said, "This will be better in my room."

They went to Bradley's room and Michael got totally undressed. A naked Michael layed across Bradley's bed and Bradley, now also totally naked, hopped on the bed with him and went back to sucking his cock.

Heavy moans escaped Michael's lips as he used his muscular arms to grasp Bradley's head and steady him as Bradley nursed on him. Bradley had already tasted plenty of precum from Michael. The small shots of jizz were already making their way down to Bradley's belly, which was getting ready to receive an even bigger blast soon.

Michael's testicles worked hard to make more and more sperm as Bradley's demanding, relentless lips slickened and slapped at Michael's hard, sex loving meat tool. It was obvious to Michael by now that no woman -- Jennifer, Gina, Lisa, Penelope, Madeline, Tina, Betsy, you name it -- had EVER been this good at sucking his cock. Looking down, Michael saw Bradley's bubbly fun buns and he bet the hole between those massive, shapely cheeks would probably also be better than any female hole he had ever visited.

Bradley slurped and slurped, obsessively and attentively. Michael continued to moan and even cuss.

"You cocksucker... gonna get my cum... yeah... you're gonna get my cum... yeah, you cocksucking whore. Yeah, you bitch. You slut, you're gonna get my cum. You want my cum, you filthy slut?"

"Mmmmhmmm," Bradley said between sucks.

"Yeah?" Michael said. He pushed Bradley's head down on his cock even further. For a moment, Bradley felt like he was almost being choked, but Bradley loved it.

"Yeah?" Michael continued. "Oh, you filthy slut. Oh, you dirty... you dirty slut. Sucking my cock. Sucking my straight cock. Stealing the sperm that should be going up Vanessa's cunt tonight. Yeah? Are you stealing my sperm? Are you stealing the sperm that should be going up my Vanessa? Huh? You dirty thief."

"Mmmmhmmm," Bradley moaned, a small bit of conversation he barely registered making since his mind was focused completely on Michael's smelly, heaven scented, mouth stretching, gag reflex inducing man pole.

"You whore," Michael said. "Seducing me when I accidentally come over here without realizing that Vanessa's not gonna be around for hours. You sure can spot an opportunity, can't you, you gay slut?"

Michael was now practically face fucking Bradley. He even made Bradley lay on his back while Michael sat his hard, college football built ass on Bradley's chest so he could slide in and out of Bradley's face orifice, which was heavily lubricated with all of the saliva Bradley was making while he serviced Michael's cock before they changed positions. Michael held onto the bed's headboard as he grunted and pounded menacingly right on into Bradley's sperm receptacle.

"UHHHHNNNH! UHHHHH! UHHHH! UHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!"

A gay man who lived underneath Bradley in the apartment complex could hear the loud fucking and the deep grunting and it turned him on so much that he was busy masturbating to it on his own bed.

But back up in Bradley's room, horny Michael, now probably hornier than he had ever been in his lifetime, was all Bradley's.

"UHHHNNNNNH! UNNNNNNHHHHHNNNNN! UHHHHH! Oh god... Oh fuck...."

He pulled his long, thick, badly worked over cock out of Bradley's mouth for a moment so he could bend his head down and give Bradley a deep, forceful kiss, complete with tongue. Then he bent down a little lower and started biting Bradley's neck, while tonguing it at the same time. Michael was a fucking wild animal, a beast.

Soon, though, he jabbed that fuck rod back into Bradley's awaiting mouth, which went right back to work at pleasuring the shit out of Michael.

Twenty hard, forceful, heavy sex filled minutes later, Michael's overworked testicles were reaching their limit and Michael felt the intense need to jizz down Bradley's throat more than ever. Thick, heavy, creamy semen had been baked and made down in Michael's sperm factories and it was time to blast all of that shit out of him.

Bradley's eyes bugged as Michael's prick went the stiffest it had been in his mouth all afternoon. Sweaty, sex crazed Michael looked down and dripped sweat onto Bradley as he held Bradley's head hard and steady, his penis deep into Bradley's mouth and hitting the back of his throat, practically scratching it since his dick was so hard.

"HERE IT COMES," Michael announced.

Michael experienced the involuntary reflexes of orgasm. The first jet of semen shot out of his cock head, a strong, forceful blast right outta the piss slit. Bradley's tongue reached up to greet it and a soft moan came out of Michael as he felt his own semen slap against the insides of Bradley. He was impregnating Bradley's mouth. He could feel and sense his own semen being taken away by Bradley's mouth flesh and he felt like he was impregnating one of those bitches he used to have sex with, who never swallowed him and who always made him wear a condom. This felt primal and real to Michael. THIS was SEX, he thought. Real sex.

A few more thick spurts came out of that god's cock and Bradley swallowed it all -- not a drop was wasted or ever saw the exterior of Bradley's mouth. He caught it all. It was all his. And it went straight down to Bradley's stomach. Bradley had a belly full of hot, virile, straight man sperm, from one of the hottest men he had ever blown.

Michael got dressed and got out of there quickly. He wasted no time in hanging around with that cocksucker. Bradley had got what he wanted and Bradley was very satisfied. Vanessa returned home an hour later and Bradley had already got cleaned up. It looked like nothing unusual had happened. Michael didn't bother with coming back later -- in fact, he never saw Vanessa again. She cried and cried and cried to Bradley about it, unaware - and forever unaware - that as she was crying, Bradley was sitting there with a belly full of her former boyfriend's salty sperm in his stomach. Rich, healthy, virile sperm that was never gonna find its way around Vanessa ever again.

Michael may have stopped seeing Vanessa, but he definitely did not stop seeing Bradley.

THE END

A Mirage of Love

polski — Fri, 10 May 2013 17:18:22 GMT

I had just picked up my books from the flimsy little chair I had to sit on for my class. Apparently taking extra classes was beginning to tick me off; I had perfect grades but I just wanted to polish my Maths as much as I could.

I was young, 18 but looked really young. I have very dark green eyes, a small frame but lean and dark brown hair. To sum it up I was 'pretty', some people actually teased me about being as pretty as a girl. It had been a month since I had started taking this class and I was just hoping to get through this ordeal of a necessity as invisible and unseen as I could.

I always thought of myself as vulnerable and sensitive. Not really weepy and teary eyed all the time but some things hurt me more than it would to other people, and it was really hampering my social life. Apart from eight of my best friends I did not have any more good friends, just a large group of acquaintances.

I reached for the door and glanced a wink at some of the people I knew out in the courtyard and made my way towards the gate of the institution. I was just standing there when I heard someone calling me. Looking back I saw a somewhat familiar face; he was 6 foot 2, brown hair and eyes and a face to die for. Right beside him was another boy, he was about 5 foot 7, black hair and brown eyes and was somewhat cute. I didn't really understand what they were calling me but nevertheless I got the hint and walked towards them.

"Hey which school are you in?" The Tall one asked.

"Charlesborough."

"Heh, you don't really look like a senior from Charlesborough. You look too young!" He snapped.

"I don't know, its genetics" I smiled back.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The topic changed.

"No, I don't. I never had one."

"You don't have to lie to us, I mean if you do have one tell us. Why are you trying to keep it a secret?"

"I don't, dude I told you."

"Well then who are you texting all the time, and smiling like you are a euphoric idiot all the time in class." He tried to reason.

"No that is just a friend, I am not in a relationship with anyone."

"Ohh, well I guess I should tell you that you are the cutest guy I have ever seen in my life and I am absolutely in love with you."

"Heh, I'm flattered," I stuttered confused.

"Yes well I am, I find you absolutely adoring."

"I'm flattered I guess, but listen I have got to go. It was weird-nice talking to you."

I turned away after this insanely weird conversation, but I seriously felt attracted a lot to this guy. I just thought maybe I should give him a hug, even though he was clearly joking around with me.

"Bro, give me a hug at least," he beat me to the invitation.

I leaned in at his insistence and just then he kissed me on the cheek. It felt electric, but I had no idea how to respond. I kicked him lightly on the shin and shouted,

"Dude what the fuck was that?" and ran away.

Exile

Gordon2727 — Fri, 10 May 2013 09:25:30 GMT

�You do realize that all of this is your fault, if you had just given up and the rest of your kind surrendered, your little pet would not have been dragged into our war� She pressed a red button on a hand held control which activated the silver collar around his neck, it shoot huge amounts of electricity into his body which heaved and squirmed uncontrollably. His mouth opened as if to scream but no sound left him.

He can handle it, she thought as she let it go on for a couple seconds longer, something about the helpless mutt writhing in agonizing pain brought a feeling of satisfaction and desire, the way his muscles would bulge and knot at her command, the way he would have to restrain himself from changing into that disgusting wolf form, for he knew that changing would mean death, on the spot.

�Tell me when to stop love�

But he never did, he never screamed out, or made so much as a sound�and that infuriated the Noble, she had tried almost anything to make him whimper like she did her other pets, but this one enticed her like no other. The Noble ground her teeth and reluctantly pressed the off button on the remote, his body finally at rest crumpled and would have fallen over save for the silver clasps on his wrists, chest and ankles. The wall behind him was stained with red blotches and sweat, none which the woman approved off, but it reminded her of how fragile his body was, at least in his current form.

She licked her lips at the man bound before her, he was six feet of muscle on top of muscle, his light skinned body was mostly covered in hair(well except for his back which she had discovered as she had whipped him the night before when he was being punished for barring his teeth) something the Noble was not too fond of and was not common in her kind, but what drew her in the most were the bright green eyes that looked back in defiance, the boy had balls, really big plump ones and now that the beast within him was more or less contained she could finally have fun with him.

�He�s alive you know, but just barely, he�s on life support� she said nonchalant as she made her way to him, speaking softly into his ear, he could smell her, her scent was one of wildflowers and honey, too sweet�it reminded him of poison.

�You�re lying� he said in a deep, rough voice �I saw him die, his heart stopped beating�

The beautiful, cold woman laughed and slapped his face, barely an effort on her part but it left a blossoming bruise on his cheek �You better heal that one fast because I don�t like my pets with scars on their face, what would the others think if they saw that beautiful face of yours marred!�

She then unlocked the binds and he fell to the floor, his body automatically took the fetal position �He won�t make it, Abel will die in a couple of hours at the most, his body broke in a hundred little ways thanks to you my pet but I will make you an offer that you cannot refuse� she placed a heavy boot on his arm and turned him around, he faced her with a tear stricken face �I will save him from the river of death and bring him back if you divulge in the information of your current pack�s location and your loyalty�

�You�re joking� he replied but could she really be telling the truth, is Abel really alive?! �I need to see him first, I need to know that he is alive before I�before anything.�

�Oh my dear pet, Roven you said it was, your name? Look up there at the screen by the wall� images flooded the screen and the dark room filled with a sudden burst of color, there was an unrecognizable humanoid shape on a metallic slate, the vital signs didn�t look good, but Roven was able to recognize the small wolf paw tattoo on the young man�s chest�it was Abel and he was about to cross over into the gates of death.

�I was�released, I don�t have a pack�

�Then you don�t have a human pet to go home too� she said coldly and shut down the monitor, Roven growled, he didn�t care if it meant another whipping.

�Manners mutt, I have decided to save the poor thing, it was not his fault to get involved with you�but let me ask you something pet, try to keep up, do you love him?� What an odd question he thought, odd but very straight forward, Roven nodded twice, the cold woman shut her eyes, her angelic face pensive.

�His blood will run cold and freeze, his body will turn hard and his eyes will become the eyes of the night, his heartbeat will only be a distant sound in your memory� Rovern�s eyes widened in disbelief, she was going to turn him into a Noble, she was going to shove her nasty poisoned teeth into him, into his Abel! Roven�s beast shook and moved behind his consciousness, it wouldn�t take much to let go and die trying to finish her off, but for Abel to share his fate with her�

Lightning shook his weakening frame, his hands went for the collar, the source of the pain and tried in vain to take it off but it was no to use, Roven could feel his beast backing off, learning to stay away from her, well for the moment, soon it thought, blood will run through her halls and it would relish in her pain!

�GAhhh!� he finally screamed, her lips twitched and a beautiful smile broke across the timeless face, success!

�Lady Sylvia, Master Gregorovitch requests your presence� a monotone voice said from a small handheld by a glass table. He can wait she thought, Sylvia went to the bed, except that for Roven it seemed like she floated there, even her walk was a beautiful thing to watch, like a walk way model.

The small table and the bed were the only pieces of furniture in the vast bedroom, the walls were painted white and the floor was marble�easy cleanup, he thought. Sylvia beckoned to him and reluctantly he limped to her, he could feel his healing abilities taking longer to soothe the pain and erase the marks she left on him, he was drained.

�My footwear mutt� Sylvia whispered �remove it� Roven knelt then and began to unlace the black leather, it came off easy, her toe nails sparkled as if they were made of diamonds, hard and razor sharp.

Sweat clouded his vision and stung his eyes and rubbing it would only make it worse, so he knelt there drinking in his own musky scent, Roven was blody, dirty and worried, would he really risk Abel�s own soul to save the kid�s life?

�Allow me� she said in that same tone and she passed a dripping wet cloth over his rough face, it had been hours since he last shaved; she could get used to this she thought, the Nobles were mostly hairless and way to perfect and careful, but this beast, this man was trying so hard to be gentle, she could feel his calloused hands tremble as he undid the knots, but she knew that his nature was all animal, a wolf in sheep�s clothing.

Suddenly Roven began to feel woozy, his senses marred and his vision hazed�finally, death was coming he thought. Sylvia smiled again, his beast was losing control, the pain game was finally over, it had never taken her this long to brake somebody or even reduce herself to using chemicals to subdue a dumb animal, but she did at last.

He may have been immune to her powers but no man can resist temptation, she knew her sweet natural scent was getting to him as well, his fear being replaced by want and desire. He cradled her foot in his wide hands, lost in its smooth hardness, she passed the cloth over his face again, this time holding it there for him to inhale the fumes, her pet groaned, his brain releasing chemicals of relaxation.

�Roven� she said his name and it drove him crazy, �Roven, I�m so cold, come on up� she commanded in a soft, velvety voice and he did. She admired his body as it crawled to her, his muscles working in a beautiful array of art, all she needed was to rip those rough pants off and get at his growing bulge�his bulge, it scarred her, it grew bigger by the second and she could smell the precum, this was her first time with a wolf like this, what if he lost control, what if he at the last moment ripped her throat and drank her blood, what if�!

Her new pet began to drink in her smell, he began with her legs and made his way up, just like she had commanded, she gasped at the sudden act of affection and his scorching tounge. Her dress slowly rode up thanks to his trembling hands, Sylvia closed her eyes and gave in to his touch, he was so close, soon he would pass the country of her thighs and be at the borders of her most intimate place and then she would�

�Hello sister dearest!� exclaimed a young man from the far side of the room, she gasped and shoved her beast away with a swat to his face, Roven flew to the far side of the wall and crumpled there, moaning in pain.

�You imbecile! What are you doing inside my private abode!� She lapped sheets and covers over herself to disguise the smell that came off her.

�Making sure you were okay, I mean you are bedding a wolf�a particularly fine smelling one, why is that?� he pondered

The blonde haired noble walked to his sister at the far end motioning to the form slumped by the wall �Come little pup, our beloved woman requires our attention� he was tall and lanky but he revealed his strong wiry muscles as he removed his clothing without the pleasantries or rituals before bed.

�I�m not in the mood Neil, get out now!� she hissed

�Not in the mood for me? But we have so much fun together, besides you�ve drugged up the poor animal who knows if he can deliver!� Neil laughed and threw himself on the bed making Sylvia squeal, she lashed a quick hand towards her blonde brother but he avoided the attack easily.

�All right then Sylvia how about this, he takes you from the front and I take care of him from the back!�

�You block�out before I kill you both!�

�Is he the one that led the rebellion against us, the pack leader?�

�What business is it of yours?� Sylvia asked getting to her feet, Neil walked over to the broken body by the wall, passing a well manicured hand over his bare chest and face.

�You really shouldn�t be so rough with the guests, no wonder you have to drag them inside with chains��

�Why you�!�

�I know I am a little too early for party, but might as well get started, besides didn�t you want to punish and humiliate him?�

Sylvia crossed her arms and looked away, would she not have her way tonight?

�You wanted a piece of him first! That�s fine by me!� Neil grabbed Roven from the collar and dragged him all the way back to the bed with one hand, he lifted the choking man and heaved him onto the soft mattress.

�Please�stop� he moaned but it only brought a smile to them both. Neil extended a bony arm to the cold temptress and she took it, they climbed the bed, Sylvia towered over his left and Neil on the poor man�s right.

�Dig in��

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Just Friends (I think)

Roxas20x — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:56:18 GMT

This is a little something I wrote in my spare time, I was in the shower and started to think of random things and this is what I got, I wrote the first four pages about a month ago and just finished writing the rest the other day, so I thought, Hey, why not post it somewhere? I hope you guys like it. :rb: (this is the first time I post here so I really don’t know how to work things xD )

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This is the story of Alex, my best friend and me. We grew up together, a few streets apart, we both went to the same school and knew each other since we were babies. We would sleep over each other’s houses all the time and play video games and do normal boy things. We’d watch movies eat popcorn and sometimes fight about god knows what. But we are just friends. I think. Well, it’s a long story but let’s start a week before things happened....

We were coming home from senior high school, it was the first day of December.

“I can’t Believe it’s almost Christmas! I feel like it’s still the summer!”

“Max... You’re an idiot. It’s almost at freezing temperatures and you still manage to walk around in shorts. To every other NORMAL human being it's cold!”

“Shut up Alex, you’re just jealous that I can stay warm”

“Yeah, I know”

“So what you going to do now?”

“I’m just going to go home and do my homework it’s too cold to do much else.”

“You mind if I come over?”

“You do realize that every time you come over I get no work done and just end up beating you in every video game I own, right?

“Yeah, but it’s better than doing homework.”

“You do have a good point there.. Sure, why not.”

“YESSS! I’ll just go home and get some stuff and meet you at your place.”

“Sounds fine to me.”

We part ways at his street, I keep walking until I reach my home, the door locked as always and me without my keys. I manage to get inside by jumping through an unlocked window of the living room. I end up going to my room and cleaning up whatever mess I have. Being an only child the house is quiet and dead, unlike Alex’s house. Alex has a younger sister and an older brother. That is not our only difference, he is shorter than me but not by that much, we are both in “okay” shape, we are not fat but don’t have super muscular bodies. He has light skin but he’s not pale. I have light brown skin. He is a mix of English and Irish while I am Mexican. I decided to go down stairs and make myself some food before he gets here, I make us both bacon, egg and, cheese sandwiches. As I finish making them I hear him knocking on the door.

*constant banging*

“HOLD ON I’M IN THE KITCHEN!”

From behind the door I could hear him swearing, demanding me to open the door. I rush down the hall and open the door for him.

“You took so long! I’m freezing my balls out here, man!”

“Be nice, or no hot food for you!”

“THERE’S FOOD!”

He grabs me and shakes me, demanding this food I had spoken of. I lead him into the kitchen and we both sat down and started eating. He began to talk with his mouth full.

“You know, it’s so cold outside and there hasn’t been a single day when it has snowed.” He swallows his food and I nod my head yes.

“I’ll be in your room, I’m done eating.”

“Okay, I’ll do the dishes and meet you in a few.”

I washed both dishes and went upstairs, before I walk into the room I notice something strange, Alex picks up my underwear, which I guess I left on the ground, and he puts it close to his face and takes a sniff, he throws it across the room and looks around and acts like he was just looking around. I say nothing.

“So what do you want to do now?”

“Dunno, this is, after all, your house, not mine.”

“How about some video games first, later on in the night we can watch a scary movie or something.”

“Sure! OH! By the way I bought a new game!” He starts going through his bag and pulls out a game case that said WAR with a battle field on as the background. “I think the cover gives the game away, it’s a war game, and the only way to win is to all the enemies and take over the world.”

“Cool, just put it into the system and we can start playing, let me get comfy.”

We both get on my bed and start playing, hours go by and we don’t notice, My parents came home around 10 past 11, Alex and I have been at this game for five hours straight.

“Okay Max we should stop now, it’s getting late.”

“Poor Alex, giving up already. You’re just saying that because I’m beating your ass in this game.”

“Shut up!”

“SEE, I’m right!”

We both can hear my mom yelling from downstairs.

“BOYS I’M MAKING DINNER! SO IF YOU COULD PLASE BE QUIET THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC!”

We both lower our voices and decided that the game has made the two of us very violent. We also decided it was a good time for a bathroom break. After relieving ourselves we start watching TV, we were watching some kind of game show but I had lost track of the point of the game itself and I felt like at this point it was just people making fun of themselves for money. My mother calls us down for dinner soon after, she had made rice and beans something we have all the time, but she had made a flan for dessert, something she almost never does.

“So ma, why did you make flan? I’m happy you did but you don’t normaly make it.”

“I got promoted at work! It means that I have to work at a different schedule but I get a better pay!”

My father adds on to what my mother said, “And I have to go on a meeting in Ohio with the board members, so I will be out until a week before Christmas.”

I look down at my food, “Oh, so I guess I’m going to be home alone till the holidays...”

Both my parents as well as Alex look at me.

“Sweetie, don’t say it like that.. I promise to get you something nice for Christmas.”

I sigh, she still treats me like a kid although I’m well past eighteen.

“Its fine, it means I get to spend more time with Alex. And I’m happy you got the promotion ma, and dad, you better bring me back something from Ohio, and not a pen this time. It’s the holidays, not back to school.”

We ate together and when we finished Alex and I went back to my room and watched a movie. We watched Evil dead, It was an okay movie, but I wasn’t scared, not like Alex was, but after that I just got tired, even though we didn’t do much all day.

“I’m just going to get to bed now, is nearly 4 in the morning.”

“Your call Maxie, but yeah, I’m going to sleep too, Night.”

“Goodnight”

An hour or so passed, I didn’t fall asleep, and neither did Alex, I don’t think he noticed that I was still awake I could hear him, he was touching himself, but I saw what he was doing, he had the underwear from before, but he had it directly on his face, breathing in deeply, stroking his dick and I could hear him softly moaning my name. I never expected this from Alex, I knew I and he were close friends but I never knew he was into me. I didn’t know what to do, so I just laid there watching him masturbate, hearing my name, as he then came all over himself, he grabbed what looked like a spare shirt and wiped himself clean, he gently tossed my underwear to a corner of the room and shoved his stained shirt into his bag, soon after I could hear him snoring, I decided that it was just a dream, but I knew I was just lying to myself.

I was the first of the two of us to wake up , my parents had both gone to work already. I go down stairs to make breakfast. I make some pancakes, but the whole time making them I keep thinking of what I saw last night. I see Alex come downstairs.

“Hey sleepy head, I made you pancakes.”

“Why thanks mom!”

He chuckles as he goes and takes a seat and starts devouring his breakfast like he has never eaten before in his life.

“Jeez Alex! Calm down!”

“Sorry! You make good pancakes!” he speaks with his mouth full.

“Thanks, now move over I want to eat some too.”

I take my seat and start eating as well trying to get my mind off of last night.

“So you leaving now or later in the afternoon?”

“Later, after that conversation last night I think I have to look after you now! I guess I’m going to be here next week end too!”

“Yeah, I guess so. Let’s go back upstairs and play more video games, unless you want to stay down here and watch TV.”

“Let's stay down here, the TV is bigger.”

“Alright!”

We watch hours and hours of TV , I end up ordering take out because I get too lazy to cook. But the weird thing is that I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex’s dick.. It was nice and big.. I never really thought about another man’s dick before, but now I couldn’t help myself. After all, he was thinking about me when he was touching himself. Occasionally I would glance over to his pants and stare at his crotch. It started to get late and Alex had to get back home. After saying our goodbyes, his older brother came over and picked him up. I spent the rest of the afternoon doing homework, after everything I laid on my bed, in my underwear, then I started to think about it again, how he was stroking himself, breathing in the smell of my underwear, I started to develop a boner. I go ahead and rub it, exciting it even more, I take it out and start jacking off, thinking about Alex, and his big dick, how he was moaning my name, getting closer and closer, then I shoot my load, just like Alex did, all over myself, but I screamed out his name.

“ALEX!” I feel my warm cum hit my bare body. I can’t believe what I had done. I quickly got up and cleaned myself, I went to bed straight after, I didn’t know what to think so I passed out.

That’s the week I started to notice things. Sunday went by quick, I didn’t do anything. I just read a book, trying hard not to think about anything, focusing only on the book. But school came along, it was time to be in senior high, with Alex. I started to see things that I never paid attention to before. I would see how Alex would look at my body a lot when he thought I wasn’t looking, I would bend over to get something from the floor and I could notice him staring directly at my ass. Small things like that started to make sense, the way he would look at me during gym, how he looks at me, and observes me, I always thought he was just looking at me like a friend, but it made sense now that he was just checking me out all the time.

And the weekend came, this is where everything really changes.

“So I’m still going to you place, right?”

“Yup.”

“Awesome! I’ll meet you there!”

He dashes off to his house and I make for mine, I get home and start to clean up everything, it’s been more of a mess now that my mom works late nights and my dad away on vacation, after cleaning up everything I hear the knocking again, or should I say, the banging, before he starts screaming I run for the door and open it.

“Why must you knock so loudly?”

“To get your attention... Duh.”

“Okay, well come on in”

He walks in and I notice that it starts to snow.

“Now, would you look at that. It’s finally snowing.”

“WOOO!!!! SNOW BALL FIGHT!”

“Maybe later, when there is more snow on the ground”

“YEESSSSSS”

We both go to my room, and to my surprise Alex had brought some sandwiches with him, we snack and play video games, making a mess in my once clean room. A few hours go by and we noticed that there was enough snow outside to play around in so we grab our hoodies and go outside and we play around in the snow, making snow angels and we also build a snow man.... A very ugly snow man.

“Hey Alex! The snow man takes after you! An ugly bitch!”

“MAXIE! YOU WHORE!”

We start throwing snow balls at each other and spend hours outside fighting until the sun went down and it got too cold and we were too wet so we go back inside’. We were so wet we had to take off most of our clothes at the entrance, we stripped down to our underwear and ran up to my room for warmth, I go under my covers and I stay there while Alex struggles to find a change of clothes. to my surprise I fall asleep as my bed was warm but something woke me up. But not entirely, I felt Alex’s body on top of mine..

“Hmm...” I open my eyes to find Alex’s face in front of mine.

“Oh. Max... you woke up... uh..” Alex gets red and tries to move away but I grab his arm, “Don’t go...”

“I was just cold, and I don’t have any clothes, and I just wanted to get warm and I..” I cut him off and grab him by his ass and pull him closer. “It’s okay..” He blushes. I remove the covers and now it’s just me and Alex in our underwear, I pull him closer and our soft dicks touch, I lay him completely on top of me.

“This warm enough?” I move around so our dicks rub each other.. We both start to blush. I pull the covers over the two of us, I look into Alex’s eyes and the next thing I know we’re kissing. We kiss passionately as I rub his ass and we both start to get hard, our boners touching, I pull down his underwear and I also pull down my own, the two of us now naked in bed, hard. I stop kissing him and whisper in his ear.

“Should we.. have..” I blush more and he finishes my sentence.

“Sex?”

The look in his eyes already says yes, he gets into position to start riding me, before he does, I get out a bottle of lube and squeezes some on my hand and rubs it all over my dick so I don't hurt him.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.”

I grab him by his sides and lower him down on my rock hard dick and he moans so loud I fear the neighbors might hear him, but at this point I don’t care, he starts to bounce on my dick, his tight hole feels amazing, his own man hood bounces in front of my face. I take on hand and start to stroke it, going the same speed as his bouncing, the both of us start to groan, getting closer and closer to the point of orgasm, I know I knew I couldn’t last any longer, so I grab his sides and thrusts hard into him, shooting out the biggest load of my life, as he does the same, spraying his man ooze all over my chest and face, some lands in my mouth and I taste the salty spunk and enjoy it. He lies down on top of me and we fall asleep.

That's the story. But just the beginning, the morning after was a bit weird.

I start to wake up.. But I’m alone in the bed. I start to look around for Alex, hoping to find him somewhere in my room, but I find nothing. I sigh, perhaps it was all just a dream. I know it wasn’t. I look outside and see that it’s all white, I thought to myself, Am I dead? Was sex with Alex just that good that we died?, I chuckled at that idea. I thought that he might have woken up early and left. I was still a little bit freaked out at the fact that I had sex with my best friend the night before. I put on some clothes to keep warm and I go downstairs, when I get downstairs I hear a noise, I hear something moving on the couch. I move slowly over to the couch when I see Alex look up at me.

“Oh..... You’re awake..”

He hid in the blanket I assume he got from my room.

“I thought you would have left by now...”

“No, I can’t leave.. There is too much snow outside, your mom left a message on the phone, she can’t come home, she apparently got snowed in last night and had to stay in the office. So we have the house to ourselves...” I didn’t know what to say. I sat down next to him and looked at the TV, I stared at it even though it wasn’t on.

“So... um. Alex..”

“Yeah?”

“About last night.. I uh..”

Alex gets up, Wearing a shirt of mine and a pair of sweat pants (also mine), and he walks away yelling at me.

“CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT IT?”

I questioned where he was going and why, It was my house and he can’t leave. I didn’t bother to follow him, I didn't want to talk about it all that much either. I turn on the TV and scroll through all the channels, not really paying any attention to what was going on, I was just thinking about what I should say to him, I keep thinking about what happened, I still don’t know why it happened. I stopped on a movie, the perfect part of the movie too, (actor in the movie) “GO! go to him! He needs you...”

I thought that was a sign from God, in the weirdest way possible, I got up and went looking for him. Nowhere. I couldn’t find him anywhere. So I go back to my room as toss myself on to my bed, when I hear something moving.. In my closet. So I go over and open the door. Alex was sitting on the floor of my closet.

“Should I laugh that I found you in the closet?”

I offer my hand to him.

“Can you just leave me alone?”

“No.”

“why not?”

“Because we have to talk, and you can’t run away from it, we’re snowed it.”He looks at me with a blank stare and takes my hand, I pick him up and I sit him on my bed.

“I’m sorry... It’s my fault that you went through that last night..”

“You shouldn’t be sorry... To be honest... I enjoyed it..” I could feel my face blushing, I could also see Alex’s surprised face. I move my hand towards his lap. “If I didn't want it I would have just pushed you away,” he puts his hand over mine and takes it off.

“You’re just saying all this to make me feel better.. Aren’t you?”

“No.. I just.. I don’t know.. Never really thought about you like I have the past few days.”

“If you don’t want to be friends anymore that’s fine with me...”

He starts to shiver and looks like he’s going to cry.. I hold him and I lift up his head so he’s looking at me and then I kissed him. he backs away from me..

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I don’t know.. I guess.. I kinda like you...” he stays silent, then starts to move closer to me.. “I.. I..”

I cut him off and get on top of him and start to kiss him, “I think I love you Alex..” He looks at me and blushes a bit, he wraps his hands around my neck and kisses me.

“I’ve loved you for a long time Maxie..”
I start to take off his clothes, I pull down his sweat pants and his boner bounces up, I guess he didn’t want to wear one of my boxers, and I take off his shirt. “I love your body..”

He gets down, and pulls down my pants, he licks my dick and fondles my balls, I take off my own shirt as he starts to suck me off, playing with my foreskin, he takes my dick out of his mouth and starts to work on my balls, licking them and sucking them, he goes back to sucking. He works on my dick for a few minutes when he gets up and gets on the bed, he gets into a doggy style position, his ass up, his hole exposed. I do what I feel like I have to do, I bend over and start to rim him, licking his puckered hole, I start to tongue fuck him, shoving my tongue s deep as I can inside him, I just keep going, tasting him, half an hour passes, he moaned liked crazy, I pull my tongue out and I place my throbbing dick right on his hole.

“You ready for this?”

“Uh huh.”

I shove my rock hard cock deep inside him and start to fuck him rough and fast, the two of us groaning, Amazingly, I wasn’t the first one to cum, Alex started to scream my name, he shoots his load all over the bed, I start thrusting harder and harder into him and shoot my own load inside of him, I keep trusting, holding him by his sides as I start to slow down, and stay inside of him. I pick him up and move the two of us to my bed and cuddle up. I rub Alex’s bare body.

“So we did it again..” Alex lets out a giggle.

“Yeah... So.... Are we... A couple...” I stay silent and whisper in his ear. “Yeah.. I guess so.. That means you’re my bitch now...” I let out a small laugh and I kiss him.

“Are we going to tell anyone?”

I stay silent.
“Well, are we?”

“Not yet.. For now we must keep it a secret..”

“Oh.. Okay.”

I feel him up again.“I love you Alex.”
“I love you too Max.”

We cuddle up and fall asleep..

And there is our beginning... It gets awkward.. I mean, we are the same people still, but we start to act differently in public and around our families... Don’t get me started about coming out to Alex’s family.. It was the worst thing in the world... But that’s a story for a different time.... <3

End of story 1.

Stag Night

Autolycus — Tue, 07 May 2013 14:04:49 GMT

Stag Night

Out of the blue I had a phone call from a long time friend, John. I had virtually lost touch with him after we had graduated and he went to work in Seattle while I became a math teacher in a high school in San Francisco.

�Hi! Mike, how�s things with you?� John asked; his voice full of enthusiasm.

�Long time no see,� was my stock phrase reply. �This is an honor! How come you are calling me after such a long time?�

�Good news. Well good news for me � I�m getting married!� John said as though no one since the dawn of time had ever made such a bold step.

�Well congratulations,� I replied. �Who�s the lucky girl?�

�Becky... but you would not know her... we work in the same office and have been going out for over a year and have decided to tie the knot. How about you? Is there a man in your life?�

John was well aware that I was gay and it was something that never caused any problem between us. Least way not for John He was a straight as a die and that was a problem for me as I would have given anything to have had him for a lover.

�Good to know,� I replied sounding as happy as possible given the circumstances. I hated her � she had got what I had been longing for lucky bitch!

�I want you to come to my stag night on Friday week... Are you free?�

�I guess so, thanks I would love to come,� I said.

�Great and Mike, I would like you to stop over for the ceremony the next day too. No need to book a hotel I have a friend who can put you up for the night. I think you will like him.�

As we completed the arrangements for my trip I did not question him about the friend that he thought I would like and wondered whether �like� carried more than a simple meaning. I guess I would have to wait to find the answer to that one.

The appointed day duly arrived and I made my way to the venue for the party. It was being held in a private room in a hotel and for me the evening proved to be rather dull. I did not know any of John�s friends and although he did introduce me to a number of them they all seemed far more interested in outdoing one another in the drinks stakes than being friendly with an out of town stranger, which I was. To top it all, I gained the impression that the majority of John�s friends had cottoned on to the fact that I was gay. Things began to get noisy as more and more booze was consumed and someone had the bright idea of singing raunchy songs around the piano. John was quite an accomplished player and he provided the backing on the somewhat out of tune upright piano. As the drunken sing-song grew much louder, I noticed one of the guys had moved over to the corner of the room and had sat down looking as happy with the way the evening was going as was I. He caught my eye and smiled, so I walked over and sat next to him.

�I guess you are Mike. I�m Chris and it is me that has been volunteered to put you up for the night.�

�You are happy with that, I don�t want to impose?� I said.

.No... no problem pal; it�s just that if I was on my own I would be slipping out the door as this rowdy party is not one to my taste.�

�If you feel like leaving then I am all too ready to go along with you. This is not my kinda scene either.� I said, pleased that there was the opportunity to escape.

�OK, then let�s go,� Chris said with a look of relief lighting his face. He led me to his blue Mazda town car in the parking lot behind the hotel and the lights blinked a welcome as he used the remote key to open the doors. I slipped into the passenger seat and was immediately struck by the �as new� feel of the car�s interior. It was a few years old but clearly its owner�s pride and joy as he kept it spotless inside. Chris had that clean, well groomed look of a guy who took pride in his appearance. He was about six feet tall at a guess with a swimmer�s build and blond Scandinavian looks with blue eye to complete the look. The contrast with my own Latin features was noticeable at a glance. I could trace my ancestry back to Spain, Italy and South America. Of a similar height and build as that of my new found friend my eyes were of the darkest brown and my hair like jet as it tumbled in waves to my collar. Our journey took us out of town to a community in the foothills of the mountains, maybe no more than six or seven miles but far enough to have a country feel that I as a city born guy could appreciate. We passed a number of smartly painted timber houses before pulling into the driveway of a neat white painted two storey house with a red tile roof.

�Welcome to my humble home,� Chris said as he ushered me through the door into a marble floored hallway. �This way, I�ll make us some coffee; I trust you would like one?� he asked.

�Sure that will be great,� I said as I looked around and cast an appreciative eye over the clean lines of the surroundings. I watched Chris as he collected the items necessary for the coffee and at his instigation wandered through to the open plan sitting room and sat on the white leather couch. The room had a masculine look; the plain walls bore a couple of Hockney prints from the artist�s boy and swim pool series; the blue of the water in the prints providing the main color as a contrast to the white of the walls and furnishings.

�There, that didn�t take long,� Chris said as he placed a tray with the coffee on the occasional table standing in from of the couch. �How do you take yours? Sugar, cream?� he asked.

�Cream and no sugar, thanks,� I replied as he poured my coffee into a mug. We sat in a comfortable silence as we sipped the hot, pungent coffee that ideally suited my taste. I felt completely relaxed wit this guy and he seemed comfortable in my presence.

�So, what do you do?� he asked.

�I teach math in high school,� I replied, �How about you?�

�Me? Nothing quite so clever,� Chris replied. �I am manager of a men�s clothing store. �I know enough about math to be able to keep a check on our till and stock,� he continued with a laugh. �A degree in psychology enables me to cope with the temperamental ups and downs of the staff and difficult customers.

�May be you can give me some tips as to how to deal with the mental processes of my hormonal teenage students then,� I said jokingly. �This coffee�s good by the way.�

�Thanks, I buy the beans and roast them myself; coffee is an art that requires a great deal of care if the final product in the cup is to be truly satisfying.� I thought of my own efforts, ready ground from the supermarket and brewed in a jug. Maybe I should be more careful in future and treat myself to a sophisticated coffee machine for the purpose. All the time that I was chatting with Chris and admiring his chosen life style, I felt drawn to him in a way that I had never felt for anyone before. He was sexy in a quirky sort of way and if my gaydar was to be trusted, he like me was gay. He did not give me any �come on� signals and I did not experience the feeling if lust that can overtake me on occasions. I was just happy to be in his company and had the impression that he enjoyed being with me although our acquaintance was so brief up until this point.

Chris showed me the bathroom and the spare bedroom I was to occupy. He asked what time I needed to be up in the morning and we said our goodnights. It had been a long day and I soon fell asleep in the comfort of a good bed. When I awoke the next morning, I thought I was at home and then realised that I was in a strange room. A tap on the door brought me to my senses and Chris stuck his head into the room and asked what I preferred for breakfast. He offered eggs, coffee or tea, toast or a bagel. I did not want to put him to any trouble and asked what he would normally have.

�I like coffee and a bagel with Philly cheese,� he replied.

�That will suit me just fine,� I replied as that was also one of my morning favourites. After a shave and a quick shower I joined him in the kitchen. John�s wedding was to take place at noon followed by a reception for invited guests of which Chris and I were two. The location for the ceremony was only about a half hour�s drive away so we would not have to rush before suitably attired we set off in Chris� car to the country club. John�s future father in law was a wealthy businessman and he was sparing no expense to see his daughter off into wedded bliss. When I learned that daddy was also John�s boss I understood why he had finally decided to take the plunge and give up his freedom. He had said the he and Becky had worked together but had failed to mention the fact that Becky�s father owned the firm. Was this to give me the impression that he was in love and not just seeking the security a rich father in law had to offer I wondered.

As we sat and ate our breakfast, it struck me that Chris was different in some way this morning. �You seem troubled � got a hang over?� I asked him.

�No... No it�s not that. I am wondering whether I am wondering whether I am doing the right thing, he has asked me to be his best man,� Chris replied.

�All best men get last minute jitters,� I said. �It wouldn�t be normal if you were not nervous, worrying that you won�t get your speech right, that kind of thing.�

�No, it�s not that. I just wonder whether marriage is what John really wants.�

�Come on he�s marrying the boss�s daughter. She beautiful and he will have financial security,� I told him.

�I know all that but there�s something you don�t know and I am not sure whether I should tell you about it.�

�Is it something about John?� I asked.

�Yes but you must not let anyone know and for God�s sake don�t let John know I said anything about what I am going to tell you.�

�OK.� I said, �your secret�s safe with me.�

�John and I have been making out together,� Chris said.

�You mean like you have been having sex together?� I said in astonishment.

�Yeah,� he replied.

�How long... I mean is it just a one off or has it been a regular sort of thing?�

�It started about a year ago. We had been to a party and we both got very drunk. He came back here for the night and we ended up in bed together. He knew that I was gay and he wondered what I did with guys and he wanted me to show him. I sucked his cock; he sucked mine and one thing led to another.�

�You mean you fucked each other?�

�Yes. I expected him to regret it in the morning but he said nothing and neither did I. We showered separately had breakfast and he called a taxi to get home,� Chris said. �A week later I was sat here alone and he came to visit. He said he wanted to make love to me again. I was concerned. I did not expect that from him. I was flattered and after some persuading I agreed. After that he came around sometimes a week or even a couple of weeks later � always the same thing. He would suck me off or I would do the same for him. Some nights he would want me to rim or fuck him but he would never sleep over. I have got a thing for him now... I guess I am in love with him and if he marries then I shall have lost him. I feel wretched...�

I could see that Chris was near to tears and I put an arm around his shoulder to comfort him. �He has decided to marry, I guess you will have to accept it and move on,� I said. Chris drew nearer to me and I felt his lips on my cheek. It seemed strange that he should do that when he was so attached to John but he had admitted that their �affair� was doubtless over with his marriage coming up and he was looking to me for solace. Chris was a guy that appealed to me in a big way and I was more than willing to step up to the mark and do whatever he wanted to ease his heartbreak. I felt a tingle like a jolt of electricity course through my body in anticipation of what might follow. However, I was cautious, not wishing to act in any way that could be a misinterpretation of what Chris�s kiss inferred.

My doubts were assuaged as he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt and laid it open so that his lips could traverse my face, neck and alight on my chest. I placed an approving hand on his head and encouraged his exploration of my nipples with his tongue and hot lips. His hand wandered toward my waist and his fingers slowly burrowed beneath the top of my pants easing the way for his hand to follow and seek my pulsing cock that already was leaking a small amount of pre-cum in my underwear. I sought his lips with my own and he forced his tongue into my mouth and rolled it over mine in a slippery dance of lust.

By now his hand had a firm grip on my erection and he jerked on it causing me to gasp with delight. �Where is this leading,� I asked myself. We had to dress and make our way to the church for the wedding due to start at noon and could not afford to be late. I did not want to rush things with Chris as I like my love making to last, a quick wham-bam is not to my taste and certainly not when my companion is as handsome and as lusty as Chris was proving to be. �Can we continue this a little later?� I asked; my throat dry and my voice hoarse in his ear.

�God, yes I was forgetting the time!� Chris exclaimed looking over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. �Come back here after the wedding, spend another night� please?� I kissed him passionately and said, �Of course; I would like nothing better.�

To be continued.

Um... What if...

paatreides — Thu, 25 Apr 2013 19:13:18 GMT

...it's not erotica? Is it still OK to post about here?

For instance, my novel (Marvin's) World of Deadheads was just listed by Publisher's Weekly among the "202 books that booksellers, publishers, and agents are encouraged to look at..."

Or is it only erotica and porn we're supposed to post?