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Everyone had left by 9:30…Ron and Randy exchanged small talk as they tidied up the house before turning in about 11. It was after midnight when Randy slipped out of bed, entered Rod’s room and slid into bed beside him. Rod was in a deep sleep. He stirred as Randy “invaded” his bed…then, realizing whom his nocturnal guest was, he rolled over to face him and pulled him close. Their swelling dicks crossed as they melded into each other’s embrace. “What time is it man – what’s up with the visit? Can’t sleep?” “It’s about 12:30, and I’m wide awake…my head’s just buzzin’ about all the shit that’s happened this weekend…Zeb givin’ me my first fuck…watchin’ him get off with JJ…blowin’ Pete and you messin’ with my ass and gettin’ me off while I was doin’ him…the big new plans and all. I just wanted to sorta, y’know…be with you for a while…like, we’ve been together all weekend…but, um…not ‘together’ if you know what I mean…” “You mean like this?” Rod kissed him deeply as he grasped Randy’s balls, gently rolling them, causing their crossed frenulums to tingle in anticipation. “Yeah, man – oh…damn, that feels so good…just you and me y’know. You probably think I’m nuts…but…” “The only nuts I’m thinkin’ about right now are these sweet gems I have in my hand…and you know I’m always up for a little lovin’ from my man…!” “I ...

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I was walking home from work through the park late one afternoon feeling extremely horny. I had not masturbated for about three days because my girlfriend’s parents were staying with us and in between working and showing them around town I had no time to myself. I took the long way home so I could stop by the public toilets in the park, to read the things written on the walls while stroking a quick load off, as I sometimes do. My girlfriend doesn’t know it but I love cock. Especially the anonymous, no-strings-attached kind I’ve now and then sought in public places known for that type of activity, I think they call it cottaging in England. As I neared the old brick building in the far corner of the park I looked around and the only person in the park was a man on the other side of the park jogging. I skirted the fence and discreetly slipped inside the male side of the toilet. I entered the second cubical and closed the door behind me. The stall was filthy and had a foul, musty smell. The floor was wet and the walls and door were covered in messages left by men seeking sex. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers and underpants fall to the floor. Sitting on the toilet holding my erect penis I read the messages and began to stroke. The dirty, stinking atmosphere of the dark toilet cubical aroused me and instantly brought me close ...

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It was her turn. "Have you ever been with another man?" she asked.A little pause."Yes," I answered. "A conductor in Vienna I was working under. No pun intended." She grinned slyly and so did I. I continued."One evening we'd imbibed that tad bit too much spirits and I suppose you could say male bonding got taken to another level. He was heterosexual as well, but our sexuality had little to do with it..." I trailed off. Her grin had widened. There was a playful amusement in her eyes as she looked at me in that extremely alluring way of hers that gets me every time. I could feel an undeniable stirring inside me. Every nerve of my body cried out for her. I wanted her. Now. But she would have none of that. Not until I had finished telling her every filthy detail.But let me tell my story again properly for you lusty readers.The year was 1910. It was the final year of my musical studies at the conservatory. Franz was about ten years older than me and occasionally visited our class to lecture or give instruction as he was too young to acquire the position of a professor at the time, though he was on good terms with all of the teachers and many of the students. A respected young conductor, he was a mentor of sorts to me, having already achieved the ...

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His name was Brady. We had been on the same water polo and swimming teams for four years and had become very close friends. This story begins our senior year of high school, toward the end of our final season of varsity water polo. The school bell rang at 2:45pm and I couldn't wait to walk down the hill to the swimming pool for afternoon practice. The coach was already yelling at the team to get changed and begin our warm up set. I headed into the locker room, entered my locker combination and pulled it open to find my baby blue aussiebum practice suit and goggles. As I began to get undressed I couldn't help but feel proud of my body and attractive features. As a 6'1, 170 pound, tan blonde with blue eyes, smooth skin, ripped body, bubble ass and 8" cut cock, I was not exactly modest. I was the stereotypical southern California surfer god, and I was late for practice. Running out on the pool deck and diving into the pool to begin my warm up, Brady was not in my lane. I couldn't stand a practice without his body and smile to distract me. I asked a friend Greg if he knew where he was and he said he was making up a test and would be coming soon. I immediately pictured him in his red Speedos with water running down his back to his perfect ass that I had fantasized about so many times before. ...

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“UNTITLED MASTERPIECE”PART ONE: “BODIES”CHAPTER 8B: “MOVES”And Tuesday raced into Wednesday; Wednesday into Thursday. The staff doubled in size over night and moved into a bigger suite on a higher floor. Ian took meetings and looked at contracts and weighed options. His staff brought him facts and figures, suggestions and ideas. By the time 5 PM on Thursday rolled around Ian was exhausted, but exhilarated. He almost didn’t answer his cell when it rang. He didn’t want to talk to anyone else; he just wanted to go home. The little screen flashed a number but no name, so curiosity got the best of him and he flipped the lid open before he started the car.“Ian? It’s Billy.”“Hey, bud how’s it going?”“Uh I hope you meant what you said?”“Sure I did.” Ian thoughts raced, “What did I say? What did I say?”“Whew! I thought maybe it was too soon, or I should call first but you said just get away when I could and call to come pick me up at the airport. Well I am at the airport…”“That’s great! (Interpretation—Oh, shit!), I’m just leaving work; by the time I get there you should have gotten your bags and everything. (Interpretation---maybe I’ll have enough time to get out of this!)”“Cool! Can’t wait to see you!” Billy sounded so excited.“Me, too!” He flipped down the phone. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He pounded on the steering wheel. All ...

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I took one last look at myself before leaving the house. To me, I looked pretty hot. Faded jeans, vintage tee, tight (lycra) boxer-briefs, and flips. I even had in a tongue ring that coordinated with my outfit. A couple of friends and I were headed to one of the most popular gay nightclubs in town. I just tagged along for the music, drinks, and attention. Once we arrived, I could hear the trance-like base of the techno music just outside the door. Once in, my friends and I were greeted by one of my best friends, who happened to be working at the front desk. "Go on in. No charge tonight." She said with a grin and a wink. The music seemed to flow through every pulsating vein in my body. I could already feel the heat of the dance floor before entering the next room. The floor was packed and so was the bar. "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea." I ordered. The bartender was so hot. He was nicknamed, Tarzan, because he loved flaunting his practically nude, athletic body for tips. "I guess it's time to flaunt mine." I thought to myself. After taking a couple of sips of my drink, my friends and I proceeded to the dance floor. One of my favorite songs began to play, which unleashed some untamed animal inside of me. I began swerving my hips, throwing my hands in the air, and moving my body to the beat. I then noticed ...

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Fucking with Mark. . © Alex Carr.
I was enjoying Mark’s fuck again, sort of in a world of my own as I felt him ease so deeply into me from behind. When the mobile sounded I just didn’t want to know but Mark picked it up, still inside me, handed it to me. I just didn’t need that, it spoilt the whole moment, I was so enjoying the gentle throb if cock inside me as his hands pulled the crop of my hair, like he was an animal mastering me. I loved it, loved to feel him, touch him and taste him, and right now I smelt of his fuck - we had such amorous times, and as much as we were attached emotionally to each other our special relationship deemed to have no holds barred unless we both agreed the boundaries.
I listened to who was on the phone, it was my sister. “You okay, Pete - haven’t heard in yonks?”
“Yes I’m fine, it is just I can’t talk right now, okay?”
I was trying to reply so that she would understand, as I felt Mark thrust away, knowing he couldn’t stop now, knowing that he was committed inside me. Whether she realised my predicament I didn’t know, she must have heard my rapid breathing and my moans which I just couldn’t help, feeling the sensation of being stuffed tight with cock. Anyway she just said it was okay and would I phone her later and I ...

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OK, So this is my first story I have ever written so I hope you all enjoy it. I know that every time I think about it, I start to enjoy it again.So it was last September and I went on a business trip down to Houston for some training. I was dreading it because I knew no one at the class and knew I would be bored to death. Boy was I dead wrong. I was scheduled to be in town for three nights so when I first got there I did what I always do, find the bar and the hotel PC.Well the first and second nights were average. I went down to the bar and grabbed a few drinks then went to the computer to see if I could find something...oops...I mean, someone to do. No luck either of the first two nights so I put an ad on Craigslist. On the third night, I got some drinks and did my normal routine. Only that night was different, I had five responses to my ad. I scrolled through them and responded to a M/M couple that had answered my ad. I sent them an email and luckily got a response within five minutes. We started chatting on an IM feature and exchange info and decided to meet. I was nervous as hell when I left my hotel. I pulled out of ...

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We all hear about blended families. We see them on TV, you know like The Brady Bunch, Step by Step, stupid shows like that make it seem like well they were not into each other but after things like bean bag races and family picnics I could see the hot girl sitting across from me and feel nothing but love for them. Love like a sister, but let me tell you this is not the case here.I remember it like it was yesterday my mom had been seeing Tom for a year now and the guy was nice enough, I mean I wasn’t jealous or anything because well my dad was dead and it was time for my mother to be happy again. It was the summer before I left for college and I was doing my best to make my mom happy. I was going to be the perfect son that she needed and then when I left I would call her up and say oh mom by the way I’m gay and that would be that. But for now I would let her think that I was normal. I mean I knew I was gay, I fantasized all the time about my gym teacher and just about every boy in my class but as of sealing the deed nope I had never done it. My boyfriend was my left hand and this huge dildo that I had hidden in a lock box under ...

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“UNTITLED MASTERPIECE” PART ONE: “BODIES” CHAPTER 8A: “MOVES”Sleep was peaceful, but short lived. It wasn’t long before Ian felt himself hardening still inside of Jeremy. He opened his eyes to see Jeremy looking at him, he moaned, “Mmmm, want me more of that!” and round two began. Jeremy rolled him over and road Ian’s cock, until they both shot again. They hit the showers next, soaping each other down, where Jeremy gave Ian his first full blowjob. Ian happily returned the favor. They dried each other off and slept a little longer, but before the sun came up Ian bent Jeremy over the hot tub and fucked him one more time.They swung back and forth from tender and gently to torrid and wild. It seemed that Ian’s dick would not go down and Jeremy’s ass couldn’t get enough of it. Each time after finding themselves covered in cum and soaked with sweat they would collapse in a little pile, audibly agreeing that was it they didn’t have the strength for more but ended up simply changing locations and pounding away again.As they watched the sun come up, they were still naked, basking in a fresh fuck and soaking in the hot tub. Ian was leaned against the tub and Jeremy still sitting on Ian’s cock, his back against Ian’s chest. Jeremy grabbed Ian’s hands and wrapped them around him.“I have never cum like that before.” He sighed.“You said that the last ...

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