Alarm Bells

Posted on: March 31, 2009
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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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Public Toilet Encounter

Posted on: March 29, 2009
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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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Bachelor Party

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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Another First For Me

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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Well, here it is. A nice lazy Sunday morning and I'm sitting here at my computer. However, this is a bit different from previous times since I'm sitting on a heavy cushion with an ice pack firmly between the cheeks of my ass. And, this is what happened.Some of you may have read the story of my first time. Since that first time, my lover, Rick, and I have had a weekly session; sessions that I have enjoyed tremendously. I thought that last night would be no different but that was not to be the case.I arrived at his house at my normal time and as is our habit, we sat down in his living room to share a bottle of wine. After my second or third glass, I was definitely getting "into the mood" when Rick's doorbell rang. I was a bit annoyed at this since I was getting eager to go to the bedroom with Rick but I realized that there was little I could do. Rick answered the door and a guy about ten years younger than Rick stepped in and shook hands with him. Again, I felt a bit annoyed at the interruption and hoped to myself that the visitor would not be there long. Little did I suspect that this was an invited visitor and little did I realize what was about to happen.Rick introduced me to his friend, Steve, and we shook hands and sat back on couch. Rick promptly disappeared and came back with ...

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The Hammer

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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A Fish Story

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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The Urinals

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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First Time with A Man

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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For a long time, I had fantasized about being with another guy. Every time I masturbated it would be to pictures of men and I would always imagine being with another man and having his dick in my mouth. It wasn’t until my freshman year in college that my fantasy turned into reality. I met Donnie when I first moved into my dorm room. He lived three doors down from me and we quickly became friends. I had never thought of Donnie as a lover or even as someone interested in me. However, I was always noticing his nice bulge when I would catch him in his boxers or bathrobe. Multiple times I would imagine what it looked like, and what it would feel like to suck on.After the first semester, he moved out of my dorm and into a different one. I would go to his dorm and hang out with him multiple times and we would always have a few drinks and stay up late playing video games. His roommate was rarely around, and in the last month of the semester, Donnie’s roommate had officially moved out – this made my time in his room increase dramatically.One late night, we were playing video games and just hanging out with some beer and tequila. Normally I would just walk back across campus to my room to sleep for the night – but this night was different. I had decided ...

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Ferris Wheel

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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