Alarm Bells
Posted on: March 30, 2009?>
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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Against the Bookcase
Posted on: March 27, 2009?>
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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Bite Me
Posted on: March 26, 2009?>
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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First Time with A Man
Posted on: March 26, 2009?>
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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Work in Progress
Posted on: March 26, 2009?>
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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A Fish Story
Posted on: March 26, 2009?>
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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Father's Job Security
Posted on: March 25, 2009?>
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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Life and Love
Posted on: March 25, 2009?>
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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Taking a Slave for the Night
Posted on: March 25, 2009?>
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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The Hot, Red Ass
Posted on: March 25, 2009?>
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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