Posted on: March 31, 2009
Ferris Wheel
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Bright lights and frenzied sounds surrounded me as i handed my $3.50 to the man behind the counter. In return, i received a huge mound of pink cotton candy swirled around a thin wooden stick. i walked away from the concession stand to explore the barrage of sensory delights, taking occasional bites from the cotton candy that melted onto my tongue the very second that contact was made. The sugary sweet snack added to my heightened senses. It was the opening night of the state fair, and i planned to take full advantage of all of the flashy entertainment offered. i ambled around the fair with my cotton candy in hand, using my tickets to see the random freak show installations along the trail. Most of them involved Paleozoic creatures that had been found hidden deep in the jungles of the Amazon and Congo. These supposed prehistoric creatures didn’t seem to be any different from your everyday lizard or large snake, but i was willing to suspend reality for a while and thoroughly enjoy myself. Fairs, carnivals, and circuses have fascinated me since i was a child. i’ve never grown tired of them, despite the high number of them that i’ve attended and my increasing age. i enjoy anything that makes me feel youthful once again. Once i hit my mid-twenties, i started to feel much older. The state fair, then, was a good way for me to recapture a sense ...
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Posted on: March 31, 2009
Alarm Bells
?>i was waiting at work for the alarm guy to turn up to service the system. The company had called and said their guy would be about 45 min. i dismissed the staff and was waiting, bored and horny. 30 minutes in to the wait i decided to logon to Squirt to see if there were any guys out there as horny and needy as me. i hooked up with this rugby fan and was planning our meet when the door bell rang. i had to readjust my self, knock down the image, and answer the guy. It was James, the engineer of my dreams - 5'7” dark hair chopped, sideburns and a goatee. (i do like the feel of facial hair on my dick.) i had wanked off about him several times; he remembered my name and we shook hands. he went to the control panel and started to fix it. i watched as his body moved up and down. As he bent over i remembered the dream i had about him with me fucking his tight arse. Ohh... Instead of my dick getting softer it was showing more. i asked him if he minded me going to the office and he said no. i finished my conversation with ruggerguy and agreed to meet him in Finsbury Park. i was shutting down when James knocked the door and walked in. My dick had tented my trousers. Did he see? he said he needed to change one of the PIRs and ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
Bachelor Party
?>i’ve known John for over 10 years and still remember the first day he started working at our company in the mailroom as he attended college in the evenings. From there John continued to work at the company and turned into one of our best salesmen. During this time i mentored John and was so pleased with his performance, winning award after award. So it came no surprise to me that when he was getting married i was invited to his wedding. What surprised me was getting an invitation to his bachelor party. At first i thought, no way, was i going but then after talking to John he assured me that it wasn’t going to be your typical racy bachelor party. he didn’t want that at all but just a good dinner at a fine restaurant with some friends and family and that’s exactly what it was. There were about 25 guys there that night and i was seated with a few of John’s friends. They were all younger than me but we hit it off and had a great time. The evening had gone by so fast that i didn’t really have much time to talk to John or his father. After dessert i had gone into the men’s room and as i was washing my hands one of his friends that was sitting at the same table as me, his name was Chris, said that he was having a few of John’s friends over to his house after ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
Father's Job Security
?>i had just graduated high school, was 18 and thought i owned the world. i was going to college next fall, and was looking forward to freedom, being on my own.i was slim, short, with a thick head of blonde hair. i was straight, though one of my long time friends had admitted to me just a week before that he was gay. It was weird thinking of all those times he had slept over. Had he wanted to have sex with me? Kind of got me hot, and kind of got me nervous.My world caved in that evening though. i had been out hanging around and by the time i got home, my dad was home. he was early, which was strange, and both he and my mom were in the living room with a drink in their hands, again that was odd. They beckoned me in, and told me the news.No college for me, my dad was going to lose his job next week. i was devastated, then pissed off. Damn, this did have to happen to me!And when i woke up the next morning, i was still pissed off. i don't know what made me do it, but i decided i was going to give my dad's boss a piece of my mind. And so i took a bus downtown, and in forty minutes was waiting in the big, well-furnished waiting room outside my dad's bosses ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
Honeymooners
?>The honeymoon was a financial splurge. Long-planned, we flew to Barbados to one of the luxury hotels, one that had a reputation for housing international celebrities and the amenities were all geared to that level. Well-heeled paying guests. And us, the newlyweds.On the first afternoon of arrival, we parked on the beautiful sandy beach outside our hotel, with the wonderful clear waters of the Caribbean, so clean and clear that you could see your toes when you were standing in water at neck level. My bride was in her most flattering bikini, and i felt sort of territorial when i knew others were checking her out. i was in a tight Speedo that i knew flattered my masculinity and showed off my endowment. We caused a bit of stir on the beach and people noticed us. But later that afternoon, another couple arrived on the beach. They caused all heads to really turn.She was tall and slim, and walked with that graceful twisting stride of a runway model. (That was no surprise, since it turned out that she WAS a runway model in Manhattan.) Her swimsuit was ultra revealing of her slim and flowing curvaceous body, her sunglasses were artfully perched on her high cheek-boned face, and her straw hat was the kind that you normally only saw in fashion magazines. Her new husband was brawny and muscular, with rough-hewn features, wide bodybuilder type shoulders, beefy biceps, dark hairy fuzz that ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
Work in Progress
?>Love sucks. i couldn’t help but think this as i lay curled up in bed with empty chocolate wrappers around my bed and sheets that were probably 3, maybe 4 weeks old. i stopped counting the days. My apartment seemed unfamiliar and so much bigger, like a piece of furniture had just been moved or taken out. If you already haven’t figured it out, i was dumped. Dean, my boyfriend of two years, the love of my love dumped me. i hate that word. “Dumped.” It even sounds ugly. i probably should have been concerned when he didn’t come home when he normally would and we stopped going out to eat and i started to eat alone. But the real kicker, the sign i should have seen immediately was when we stopped having sex. Now i’m not the type of person to have sex ‘round the clock but when i need it, i really need it. After about two months of this “drought,” he says that he doesn’t have the same feelings for me anymore and that it’s not me, it’s him, all that cliché bullshit. To be truthful, i should have seen this but i was in love and in denial and those two work very well together. So that was it.My friends, as supportive and loyal and caring as they were couldn’t understand what i was going through. Their longest relationships have been with their beer bottles and with girls they make out with for 3 hours in ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
A Fish Story
?>Ok it's been about two years since i was with my friend Willy and i kinda forgot the hole thing until i went to my local aquarium store. i was looking for a certain species of fish when i noticed this guy checking me out. i thought to myself. "Dude do you think that guy's gay?" i stood there thinking about what it would be like sucking this guy’s cock, when suddenly i was awakened from my gay dream. This guy asked me if i could help him with his tank. i first thought he was going to show me a picture of it, but actually he asked me to go to his house and look at it. i said. "Sure why not."he said his name was Daniel, and he lived right around the corner. So i followed Daniel to his house wondering what the hell i was doing. When we got to his house i went straight to the aquarium to see what his problem might be. i knelt down on my knees to get a closer look when Daniel stood behind me, put his hand on my shoulder and leaned over to point at something in the tank. As we talked i noticed Daniel started rubbing my neck with his thumb. That’s when i knew. i turned around on my knees and asked in a jokingly way, "Do you have any trouser trout?” he smiled and pushed his crotch in my face. i looked in his hazel eyes ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
Awakening, Part 1
?>This is part one of a series. Hope you like it. i’ve tried to find an even balance between building the characters and sexual escapades. You can decide.-HB “Push your end up, push it up!” i grunted while trying to keep my half of the sofa from knocking me back down the stairs. Above me James heaved upward and the bottom of the sofa cleared the rail. Now i could push and nudge the heavy piece of furniture the last few inches around the tight corner. “We’re gonna have to tip it sideways.” James noted, backing toward the open door of his apartment. “i hope we don’t have to take the fuckin’ door off.” Fortunately we didn’t. We coerced James’ new sofa through the door and into its reserved spot along the front window of the living room. “There!” he said, hands on hips, smiling. “i knew that thing was going to be a bitch.” i nodded, “If you don’t mind, i think i’ll sit and rest a minute.” i took off my heavy winter coat and tossed it on a chair where he’d thrown his. he sure picked a hell of a day to move. We’d gotten four inches of snow that afternoon with more on the way. James brought two bottles of water from the kitchen and sat beside me on the soft, comfortable cushions. “Nice isn’t it?” “Very nice.” i agreed, taking the offered water, “A ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
Life and Love
?>i sat in math class, with Nick sitting one seat up and to the left. Both he and i were daydreaming as the teacher went about her lesson. he was most likely dreaming of snowboarding or baseball, and i was dreaming of him. he is about 6’3” with dirty blond hair, thin build and just so damn cute! i don’t know how long i have felt this way about him. We started out as acquaintances as freshmen and every once and a while we would talk to each other in passing. We were also both members of the school band, reluctantly. When we were allowed to sit anywhere, he would always come over by me. The best times for me were when we would watch a movie in class. he would come over by me and we would just watch my iPod. i would always move the seat next to me closer on those days. i would sit there, as we both watched a movie, trying to get as close to him as possible without alerting him or others. i don’t know if he’s gay. he has made little effort in discussing girls. We normally talk about stupid stuff, as most eighteen year olds do. It seems like whenever we would meet in the hallway, he would just playfully ram into me, and i him. We would laugh then go our separate ways. And i noticed when we were watching one of our favorite movies; he made a point to look ...
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Posted on: March 30, 2009
The Hot, Red Ass
?>Mrs. Brockett, my babysitter had done it to me when i was twelve and had misbehaved. She had made me pull my pants down, bend over her big knees, and had spanked me. She had spanked me hard!She had told my parents what i had done, and they approved of her punishment even though i complained that a babysitter should not be able to touch me! But secretly, that night, alone in my room i jerked off thinking of her hand hitting my rubbery ass. Mrs. Brockett had no idea what genie she had let out of the bottle for as she had spanked me, i had hardened. As she had spanked me, i had imagined her fingers going where i fingered myself, where i pushed things up inside me. And then i had imagined she was a man, a man who would do what i desperately wanted.My secret life was just that, secret. i would spank myself, i had made several paddles for this purpose. i dated, but not seriously. i went to college, got laid by a woman, but it all seemed so much less than what i really needed. i have never gotten very tall, 5'6" and was very slim. Being small was not a benefit in college.When i graduated, i got a job at an advertising firm. i was 22 and acted as their gopher. i knew i was beginning at the bottom, but there ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
Servicing the Security Patrol - Part 1
?>DisclaimerThis story is intended for an adult audience and contains sexually explicit content. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story. Likewise, please do not read this story if it violates the laws or regulations applicable to you.The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.Constructive feedback is gratefully accepted. All requests will be considered (Tell me what makes YOU hot). You can email me at hot.porn.writer@gmail.com_____________________________________________________I had seen him many times over the past few months, since moving to my new place. he was a security officer for my community, and was usually sitting near one of the gates in the evening. i have to admit, every time i came or left, i was on the lookout for him. i never really saw him up close, but could see he had a goatee, dark hair, and wasn't a tall guy, probably around 5'7" or 5'8" tall.What i did always notice was his demeanor. he was all man, and he had a certain confidence, even arrogance to him. Regrettably, he almost always caught me looking at him, and would nod at me and i would smile and nod back.One evening, i was coming in from the store. i had bought way too much shit, and was definitely going to need to make multiple trips to get it all into my condo. As ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
The Accidental Show
?>My jaw dropped as i leaned in for a closer look. i just couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding right in front of my eyes. It was better than any porno i’d ever seen. Maybe it was because the guys were familiar. Or perhaps it was because they were the two most popular kids on our college campus. Steve and Josh were both the perfect mix of smart and jock. Every girl in school would die if they found out they were both actually queens. Deep down i fantasized about them too. i never wanted to admit it to myself, i considered myself to be as hetero as they came, but something about seeing two perfectly built men going at each other was very arousing to me. To think, that if i hadn’t stayed after school to make some last minute adjustments to some layouts that were due tomorrow i wouldn’t have stumbled onto this amateur porn set. Although, they didn’t look very amateur at all. It was obvious by the way they pleased each other this was not their first time. They started off very innocently, both laughing and talking as they hit the showers after another long workout. i had gone into the locker rooms to use the restroom. It was the closest one to where i was parked. Not paying them any attention i went about my business. Their laughter and loud voices carried all the way to where i was. It all sounded innocent, ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
Bite Me
?>i was laying in our soft king sized bed; Zac's large muscular frame was positioned over me. My whole body was humming and Zac wouldn't stop touching me. His hands slid eagerly over my thin chest, the calloused pads of his fingertips going up and down my body, sliding their way through my thin layer of body hair. Tonight was special, tonight was my birthday and Zac was concentrated on pleasing me and nothing else. "fuck Zac. i want you... please" i begged him. he was so concentrated on my pleasure that i knew he wouldn't turn down my begging."Tell me what you want Taylor... beg for it." Zac told me in a husky sort of voice, full of passion and desire. His dick was hard and i could feel its length and thickness rubbing against my thigh."fuck Zac. i want you to be rough with me. i want it to hurt." i told him. i had always enjoyed a certain level of pain during sex. Zac however, was always hesitant to give me the pain i desired. Zac was always afraid of hurting me. he'd always been a strong believer in 'making love' not simply fucking. Sometimes though, i craved for him to fuck me. i needed him to slam his long thick cock into me with little or no warning and fuck me until i screamed. So anytime he offered me a night of pleasure, ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
My First Time and He was Black, Part One
?>This is a true story about my first time with a guy who also happened to be black. My name is Eric and i'm white, blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'11", with a lean build from playing a few sports but not trying much at any of them. This takes place my senior year in high school when i joined the varsity football team as a back up receiver. i didn't care too much but it did get me hanging around all of the popular jocks and some of the "in" people. The school i went to was very white dominated with a few Latinos and literally 3-4 black people one of whom was a guy by the name of Paul. he was a linebacker and at 6'2" with tons of muscles he was massive and hard not to notice. At this point i had showered and been around guys my entire teenage life and never noticed guys sexually. i was a girl chaser just like the rest of the boys. That slowly started changing without me even really noticing after a few practices with the team. Like i said i've seen guys naked a lot and never gave a shit about looking at the them but one day i noticed Paul walking out of the shower and caught a glimpse of his cock. i'm not totally sure if it was just the size or the fact that i had never seen ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
Against the Bookcase
?>Please note that the following is a work of fiction; all characters, locations and events depicted exist only in the writer's mind and on the page. (Also note that i am English, and ergo some language may be a little strange to users from USA/Australia etc...)This is my first piece of gay Erotic fiction, written for my own pleasure, but hopefully you will enjoy it too! Please give me constructive feedback so that i can improve.Enjoy it lads! xI watched him bend over, pinstriped trousers stretching to accommodate the sizeable, rounded arse that i knew was hidden inside. i was sat on the second row from the front and had a perfect view of Mr. Carlaisle. You might think it strange that a young guy (just turned 18 at the time) would find the man attractive: late 20's (possibly early 30's), an English Teacher; not particularly well toned (in fact a few ounces overweight), wavy red-brown hair that fell around his neck, giving him the look of a baroque composer one might see in an etching. His lips were very full and his eyes chesnut, which sparkled as he talked about a poem or one of his favourite novels. he wore thick-framed designer glasses and a ring in the top of one ear (a lingering sign of his youth). he always wore a suit, usually pinstriped, and i found this insatiably attractive: seeing the thin white stripes forming contour lines over his plump but pert bum. i have always had an ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
Bryce, Part 1: The Deck
?>The DeckI have always considered myself straight. i mean i have checked out guys at the gym on occasion but they were so good looking that any guy would be hard pressed not to admire them, but i never thought it meant anything. Not once has doing anything sexually with another guy crossed my mind, at least not until recently.It started when my wife left town for a few weeks to visit her mother. i wasn’t happy to be left alone for so long. i had no idea what i was going to do with so much free time. Luckily my buddy Bryce saved the day. he was planning to rebuild his deck later in the summer but since i had the time he moved up his schedule so i could help.Bryce and i had been friends since our twenties. There had always been friendly competition between us. Things like who could get the most girls, who could build the better body and similar petty stuff. Even now in our thirties we still tried to out do each other at the gym. Like most friends we’d seen each other naked and shared a tent and even a bed once but there was never anything sexual about it. We were always just buddies. i’m not sure what happened to change our relationship over those few weekends but change it did.The first couple of weekends went well. We had most of the old wood torn up despite an early heat wave. We had ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
The Urinals
?>i made my way inside the filthy gas station bathroom and waited for someone to join me in the next urinal. Unzipping my pants i pulled out my hose and let the yellow piss flow out of me and fill up the dirty urinal. A stocky man in his fifties walked in and stood at the urinal next to mine. i took my time draining my cock, tried not to be too obvious about wanting to see what he was packing. i stared straight at the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw him pull out his fat cock. i closed my eyes and waited for the stream to start. i was getting harder by the second. It took a minute but soon he was emptying his bladder into the urinal. i wished it were my mouth he was dumping into. i tried to resist but the curiosity was too much for me. i let my eyes wander over to his side. The stranger stepped back, allowing me a better look at his fat little prick. It was small but very fat, not hard at all, his foreskin covered his head almost completely. Without stopping he turned to face me. “You want some of this?” he asked me. Quickly i shook my head yes and dropped to my knees. i opened my mouth wide stuck out my tongue and waited for him to use me like a urinal. he stepped up ...
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Posted on: March 28, 2009
Getting to Know Trent - Part 1
?>DisclaimerThis story is intended for an adult audience and contains sexually explicit content. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story. Likewise, please do not read this story if it violates the laws or regulations applicable to you.The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.Constructive feedback is gratefully accepted. All requests will be considered (Tell me what makes YOU hot). You can email me at hot.porn.writer@gmail.com____________________________________________________________I had just moved into my new place; a one-bedroom condo in a nice part of town. i was single again, and half looking forward to some independence and time alone.i was coming back in from the store—another quiet Friday night at home—when i heard someone say, "Hello!". As i looked up, i saw my young neighbor—probably in his late 20s, tall, strikingly handsome, and very wholesome looking. "Hey, how's it going?", i responded. he had a big smile on his face, and i thought to myself, "Man, if only i were only a few years younger..."Who was i kidding, i've always been tragically shy. Odd thing about my personality, when i'm among people who have no sexual significance to me, i'm outgoing and confident. The second i am either interested in someone or feel they're interested in me, it's like my mind shuts down. In this case, i hadn't even considered this guy to be ...
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Posted on: March 26, 2009
The Hammer
?>The Hammer: Part IBy Mr. KinkThe bell rang for the end of another day at school. i had been daydreaming about a guy on the football team everyone loved. If you saw him you would know why. Standing at six feet and two inches, muscular, dark piercing eyes and a five o’clock shadow that always seemed to linger on his chiseled jaw, his name was Riley but everyone called him the hammer. Riley was the king of our school, he got on the honor roll every semester, quarterback of the football team and he had fucked almost all the girls in my graduating class, a real man’s man. The bell had rang but i needed to stay behind. My dick was so hard inside my jeans, i didn’t want to embarrass myself by walking out of the class room into a hallway of people with a raging boner trying to escape my pants.So i sat there as the classroom emptied and soon i was alone with my cock too hard to walk. i finally got up the courage and walked into the hallway with a jacket over my arm and i crossed my arms in front of me so as not to draw attention. i made my way to the boy’s room and into one of the stalls. Now i had some privacy. i leaned against a wall in the stall and unzipped my pants. i rubbed my meat that already had pre-cum oozing out of the tip, wiping it up ...
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Posted on: March 26, 2009
A Quiet Night In
?>i looked over at his handsome face, his eyes squinting to read the digital cable menu. It was 7pm on a Friday night, but we weren’t going out. Mike had to be at work in the morning. So here we were, in bed with our books and remotes all settled for a quiet night in. “Do you wanna watch Scrubs?” he asked blinking tiredly at me. That’s when i noticed the bags under his eyes. My poor boyfriend was working himself to the point of exhaustion all so i could focus on getting my degree. i couldn’t help myself. i leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “So that’s a yes on Scrubs?” he said looking amused. “What ever you want is fine with me babe.” i answered as i snuggled in a little closer to him. “For once you don’t have an opinion about what we watch? What’s up?” i laughed and put my head on his shoulder. he was so warm and comfortable, lying in bed in his raggy sweatpants and threadbare t-shirt. For some reason it was all just such a turn on. “i’m just happy to be with you, i honestly don’t care what we watch tonight.” he smiled at me and put his arm around me, running his nails up and down my bare back lazily, after a minute his strokes were becoming a little harder, his hand dipping below the waist band of my pajama pants, over my ass and back up again. ...
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Posted on: March 26, 2009
Taking a Slave for the Night
?>This story is dedicated to Aiden. You asked for it so here it is.“Hey Greg! Are you ready yet? Come on man, your holdin’ us up!”“Yeah yeah just give me second,” i yelled back, slipping on my best jeans. The ones that showed off my package. i sprayed a bit of Calvin Klein over me as i left my apartment with my friends. We were going downtown to the newest and hottest club in the city and i was definitely ready to get laid. i had this mindset as we made our way into the club. Even if it wasn’t the newest club, it was certainly the most crowded with wall-to-wall guys. It also must have been the hottest because they were throwing their shirts off every which way but i didn’t complain. For most of the night we danced, drank, and partied our asses off. So my friends ditched me after the first hour, probably to get laid themselves, and i was left at the bar, scouting the room for any cute eye candy. i knew in a club like this there would be the completely ripped, bodybuilders but that wasn’t my type. i looked around for the shy guys in the corners, the ones that could be dominated. A slave. There were a few guys with potential but none of them really stood up to my high standards. i finally gave up looking and decided to take a leak before i left when this guy just bumped into me ...
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Posted on: March 26, 2009
Untitled Masterpiece #9: Billy (Part Two)
?>“UNTITLED MASTERPIECE”Part One: “Bodies” Chapter 9B: “BILLY”he looked now at the still sleeping Ian and remembered how hot, wonderful and sweet, and did he mention hot, it had been with him. he loved the things they had done to each other and the intense sensations that had made them burst into screaming orgasm. he slowly got up from the bed and moved to an easy chair facing his sleeping friend and let his mind wander back to the first time that had happened.No it wasn’t that first night with Mike and Lisa, but later. Billy had been going on Wednesday nights for a number of weeks for “tutoring”. Lisa and Mike had actually helped him with the course, but the prime focus was always sex. Either Mike or Billy would fuck Lisa while the other watched. The one watching would stroke themselves or the one on top would start jacking the other. Mike and Billy would always kiss and play with the other some, but Mike had never offered to suck Billy again, although Lisa always greedily licked them both either before, during or after.It was just two weeks before the homecoming game when Billy showed up with his books. Ian answered the door as usual in boxer shorts and motioned him in.“Lisa’s running a little late, but come on back and we’ll crack the books until she gets home.” Billy had come to enjoy the moments he had with Mike. ...
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Posted on: March 26, 2009
Got Any Quarters?
?>i overturned the little metal band-aid tin that had been serving as my ‘secret’ coin stash only to see a stream of nickels and dimes pour out into my hand. “Goddamnit, Tim,” i mumbled angrily to myself while shuffling the coins back into their container. At the start of the semester, i figured out that my new roommate, Tim, is a compulsive change-thief. Well, i guess he isn’t a ‘thief’ exactly. Tim takes the quarters out of my change stash and replaces them with an equal value of nickels and dimes. While in his mind he feels this is a perfectly acceptable thing to do, he just doesn’t understand why i get so incensed over the unwitting transaction.”Nickels and Dimes are useless, Tim!” i shout condescendingly every time he tries to defend his actions. “The washers and dryers only take quarters, dumbass. How am i supposed to do my laundry?!” But Tim is the dumb, pretty type. Well, he’s the dumb, pretty, and terribly self-absorbed type. So getting through to him on this matter is pretty much an uphill battle that i’m just not willing to fight. Rather, i have taken to hiding my quarters in various vessels and containers about the room, hoping to keep my stash protected. But, evidently, he’s figured me out this week and found the not-so-empty Band-aid tin that i’d tucked away in my shower caddy. i finished returning the rest of the loose change into its tin and tossed it into the tattered, little, blue ...
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Posted on: March 26, 2009
Lucky
?>LuckyPart One: The Lottery i was in the middle of an orgasm when i heard the news that changed my life. i was laying on my back, in a bed, my cock being ridden by yet another bored and frustrated space station security guard who was able to pay for my services. We were in the guards living quarters, not far from the malls, offices, and laboratories on the fifth level of the Machby-Enceladus Space Station. The media screen was on; playing het pornography, but it didn’t interest me. i just watched my own stiff penis slipping into and out of the guard who bounced on it rhythmically. i watched the guards back muscles as they flexed to keep balance. For some reason, this particular guard liked to watch the media screen as he rode a hooker’s dick. That was fine with me – this guard (every Tuesday, 3pm, in his quarters just before work) wasn’t really my type. he was fit enough – you’d never find an out of shape Station Guard anyway. But there was something about his face that bothered me. he wasn’t ugly. It wasn’t that. he was actually quite handsome, in a generic kind of way. But he never really smiled, not really, not happily, not even after a particularly energetic sex session, which this clearly wouldn’t be. ...
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Posted on: March 26, 2009
On the Governor's Staff
?>On the Governors Staff i hadn't seen him in person since shortly after he became Governor and i moved away to college, nearly three years. Mitch, to those close to him, had moved his family next door when i was sixteen. Mitch's family was nice people. His one son, Robert, was in my class in High School and the spitting image of his father, tall, dark hair, with brilliant pale blue eyes, and a winning smile. Tall, dark and handsome doesn't even begin to describe this father/son pair. Needless to say he and his father were popular people. Truth is, after they moved in, they became my second family with Mitch doing the fatherly things my father was too old to do. So it was a surprise when i saw Mitch and several other people, walk into the restaurant where i was working. i had moved out of state to go to college and was completing my MBA and also working at the local four-star hotel as a waiter/host. The restaurant was fairly slow so there were only a few of us working. As luck would happen, i was next up for a table. i went round the table setting waters and then returned to my place behind the Governor to wait. ...
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