A Fish Story

Posted on: April 03, 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: April 03, 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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Honeymooners

Posted on: April 03, 2009
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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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Lucky

Posted on: April 03, 2009
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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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My Surprise, Part 2

Posted on: April 03, 2009
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I managed to force myself free. I slammed my back against the cubicle door and I looked into her eyes. She was beautiful, amazing eyes, great face, nice pair of tits and a great body. She stood up, pulled her tights thong and skirt up and calmly walked by me touching my crotch and winking at the same time. I was in shock; the girl that I liked for a while was a dude. I was worried that if she told my friends they would think I was gay and my life would be over. I quickly ran out of the toilets and back to class. As I walked in Stacey smiled nicely at me winking. I could hear her friends laughing. “You were long Mark.” “Yes miss, I was getting a stain out of my jumper, miss.” “Ok Mark, sit down.” As I sat my bum was in pain and I found it hard to write. I started to sweat and on many occasions I turned to look up her skirt and her tanned legs but I had to stop that now because I knew what she was a guy. I looked at my friends and they just smiled and looked back at me. That night when I went home I was still in shock. I started to question my sexuality and my future. Questions started to go around in my head. Then my phone rang, it was Stacey. The text said: Hey thanks for today it was fun. Sorry ...

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Awakening, Part 1

Posted on: April 03, 2009
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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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Untitled Masterpiece #9: Billy (Part Two)

Posted on: March 30, 2009
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“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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Bachelor Party

Posted on: March 30, 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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Got Any Quarters?

Posted on: March 30, 2009
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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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A Quiet Night In

Posted on: March 30, 2009
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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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Taking a Slave for the Night

Posted on: March 30, 2009
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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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Bite Me

Posted on: March 30, 2009
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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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Father's Job Security

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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Getting to Know Trent - Part 1

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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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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Suburban Dads, Part Three

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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After two abortive attempts at a fully explorative sex session with my neighbor Dr. Chris, I was damned determined to find a way to find some time to have a full work out with him. My loins were aching for it and my brains ached to find a way to get him alone with me. I could hardly think of anything else. But no matter how calculating a plan that I might make, I could not have expected the events to unfold quite the way that they did.My wife called me mid-morning, before I had worked out any assignation with Chris, to tell me that she was going downstate with Chris’ wife, Marilyn for a couple days, on an emergency mercy mission. Marilyn’s mother had fallen and broken her hip, and Marilyn needed to make the necessary arrangements to ensure her interim care. My wife felt that accompanying Marilyn was the necessary thing to do, had already farmed the kids out to her sister, and was ready to leave. Her last instruction was to “keep Chris company until we get back.” She would never know that she had just given me the biggest hard-on imaginable as a result of this telephone conversation just by giving me that news.I called Chris and left a message on his cell to meet me at my house after work. I left early, got home to light the fireplace, get some nice scotch ready, and waited. I ...

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Servicing the Security Patrol - Part 1

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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Bryce, Part 1: The Deck

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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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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