Monday, 30 June 2008
I once found my uncle asleep when I was about 17 and wanting to experience the sight of a man’s cock.
I went into his room and found him uncovered. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of nylon shorts. I could easily see his large hairy balls peeking out from under them. He was the type of person who was always taking something to help him sleep and I had seen him take his medicine and so I thought this was my chance.
I crept into the room and for a long time I just sat and stared at his large beautiful balls, scared to death that anytime he would wake up, but he never did, or at least he didn’t let on that he was awake. So I easily put my hand up the leg of his shorts and gently began to rub his balls (Oh by the way my uncle at the time was about 35 and damn good looking).
He seemed to move slightly, so I stopped dead in my tracks and waited to get caught but to my surprise he just moved his leg some to give me a better way to get to that huge cock of his. Being braver I began to pull at the elastication in the waistband of his shorts and gently pulled out at least a 9 inch semi-hard dick. My heart was racing about 300 beats per minute. I just held it for a few minutes to see if any movement was going to happen but it didn’t. Then the damn thing began to harden. Being surprised and incredibly horny I began to wet my finger tip with my tongue and gently rubbed the head of it around the piss hole, with this his cock throbbed somewhat.
I thought, “What the Hell, I want to lick this monster with my tongue. I have gone this far I might as well go for the gold.”
I began to take my tongue and swirl it around the head tasting the musky smell from his pubes and loving it. He moved every once and a while making me jump ready to run but overall he seemed to be asleep.
So I thought “Let’s go for it,” and I began to slip the head of his cock into my mouth, it wasn’t even all the way hard but already it filled my mouth and it tasted so good. With this I begin to pull at his shorts and to my surprise he moved his hand down on his cock and sort of stroked it a few times and moaned, not knowing if he was awake or what, I just froze. He stopped this for a while and I went back to giving him the same kind of head as before but this time taking more of the cock into my mouth and feeling it grow more and more. This all went on for about 10 or 15 minutes and then for the first time I began to taste something salty in my mouth (precum). At first I didn’t know what to think. I had tasted my own before but never anyone else's. This all excited me to a point that I thought I was going to blow my own wad. I continued to gently suck his cock and to my surprise he began to thrust his cock into my mouth gently as though he was fucking someone. This blew my mind. It went on for awhile (probably 10minutes or so) and then the pumping became harder and before I knew it hiscock was in the back of my throat and he had his hands on the back of my headand was face fucking me. I looked up at his face to see if he was awake up and had discovered what was going on but looked still asleep. The face fucking lasted a few more minutes and before I knew it he let out a large moan and my mouth was full of his cum At first I gagged but then I relaxed and swallowed. It wasn’t the best taste but then it wasn’t so bad either. I gently let his softening cock come out of my mouth and pulled his shorts back up and watched him almost seem to be smile in his sleep. He rolled over to his side, curling up in the fetal position and drifted back off to a sound sleep.
This all troubled me for a few days due to the fact that I realized I had blown my uncle in his sleep and that he had cum so easily and never wakened. I have always felt as though he knew, because he was always making a point to pat me on the ass or move real close to me letting me feel his bulge rub up against me after this incident, but nothing was ever said about it. I catch myself now tryingto catch a look at him and have always wanted to say something about the episode but really don’t have the balls, so I just let it come into my mind everyonce in awhile and think about it and jerking to the memory.
This is a true story that happened when I was 19 years old, a year after graduating high school.
I was in the closet, nobody knew I was gay. A friend in another state asked me to visit him (his name was Brian) to be some girl's "date" at her senior prom. I agreed, and acted straight for the night.
After prom, Brian took me to a diner where he and I (and our "dates") would join an 18-year old kid named Derrick. Derrick was there with his prom date too. He was a couple of inches taller than me, a chiseled face, a beautiful smile (white teeth!) and pretty blue eyes. He was very boyish, yet very handsome looking. He kissed his girlfriend at the table and I was jealous of what he might "give" her before the night was over. Little did I know that I would soon find out myself!
As it turned out, Derrick was to spend the night with me and Brian. He shared the bed with Brian and I slept on the floor next to Brian's side of the bed. I waited for eternity for them to fall asleep, all-the-while thinking about what Derrick's dick might look like.
Finally they were both sound asleep, as evidenced by either snoring (Brian) or deep breathing (Derrick). I quietly and carefully sat up and pulled back the light blanket that covered Derrick (who slept on his back). He was asleep in his white fruit-of-the-loom briefs. Even soft, his dick bulge looked appealing and large. (I leaned over and sniffed his delightful package). Carefully, I slipped my fingertip under the waistband of his shorts, keeping an eye on his face. He didn't wake up. His breathing pattern remained unaltered. Slowly and carefully, I slid the front of his elastic waistband down to reveal his soft pink dick. Black hair was nested underneath it, thick and full. There was a nice line of hair from his navel to his pubes. I leaned over and licked the length of his small shaft once or twice, then checked to see if he was still sleeping. He was. I was very nervous, worried that this straight guy would beat the crap out of me if he woke up and caught me doing this. Paranoid, I decided against sucking it. Instead, I lightly caressed the skin under his dick-head and watched it eventually grow. When it was hard, something frightening happened, his breathing stopped a bit, and he turned over in his sleep. His back was now to me, and I could no longer get to the front. Dammit! His breathing pattern had stopped, and I had to wait for several more minutes before it returned.
Eventually, he turned back onto his back, and I was surprised to see his waist band (pulled down from before) was still pulled down, and his dick was still hard. I began to lightly stroke the skin just underneath the dickhead. Then suddenly, about 2 to 3 minutes later and without warning, his thick white fluid spurted out onto his stomach. I looked up at his face, and he was still asleep. His breathing was still the same. Panicking, I grabbed a sock of mine, and gently wiped the cum from his belly. Then I carefully pulled back up his underwear waistband and the blanket. I lay on the floor, smelling the sock near my head as I fell asleep.
In the morning, I was the last to wake up. I felt nervous -- not to mention guilty. I asked Brian where Derrick was and he said he was in his car, in the drive, ready to drive home. I ran out to him (what was I thinking?) and tapped on his window before Derrick could leave. I got into the car (passenger seat) and told him I had something important to tell him.
He said, "Yeah?"
Even though I was scared to death, I secretly hoped that if he understood what I did, he might not regret it, and he might want another opportunity...this time awake. So I told him.
"Last night, I did something I probably shouldn't have done while you were asleep. I...touched your dick."
He smiled and responded, "No shit."
Stunned, I said, "What? You know?"
He said, "You think someone could sleep with that happening to them?"
Embarrassed, I laughed.Eventually, we got the chance to talk about it, and act on it a couple more times (both of us fully awake). He claimed to be 100 percent straight (he never "serviced" me) and never told his girlfriend(s). Eventually, we lost contact. I heard he married and has some kids. I wonder if he ever thinks back on his prom night. I know I will.
Thursday, 26 June 2008
My boyfriend Eddie is a hot, Latin, boyish, smooth 25 year old guy. He's uncut with a great 7 inch cock. I have, over the last few months,been experimenting with playing with his cock while he sleeps. I find it very fascinating that while he sleeps and I play with his cock I have total control. What I have found out is that if I make sure that he does not jerk off or we refrain from sex for about a week it makes him hornier. I tell him that I do not want to have sex becauseI want to see him shoot a really hot load when we do have sex. In actuality I am building up his cum levels and his sexual appetite to do my experimentation on him.
Last night, like many other nights that I have experimented on him. I usually do it when we go to a club or a party at a friend’s house. I urge Eddie to smoke lots of pot and I get him really drunk so the time we get home he passes out. He always sleeps only in white underwear and when he hits the bed he falls asleep very fast and in a very deep sleep. My secret is that I pretend to fall asleep next to him but when I hear him snore I get up and play on the computer for about 2 hours so he falls deeper into sleep. I then proceed back into the bedroom and try to wake him up.
"Eddie"!, "Are you up?” I call, while I am asking if he's awake,I push him on his shoulder lightly to a degree to see how deeply he is asleep.
Of course with no response and his snoring continuing I slide into bed next to him and I gently put my hand on his bulge feeling the fabric of the underwear and the outline of his cock. Most of the time it’s already hard and easy to access as Eddie usually sleeps on his back with his legs apart.
Still in his underwear I play with his hard cock and I listen very carefully for his snoring/breathing pattern. Usually at this point in time his dick is hard and it’s trying to make its way out of his white Fruit of the Loom underwear and his snoring/breathing is very steady.I get a bit more daring and take the covers off him and bring them down to his knees. Baring his upper part of his smooth slender boyish body with his arms to the side or sometimes over his head or even curled up near his chest I see from the dim light that my eyes have adjusted to the tent that is rising from his underwear with a few twitches. I take my fingers and gently raise the waistband of his underwear and releasing his strong throbbing cock. I take the front and the sides of his underwear and I gently lower them. Still asleep my boyfriend is unaware of what is happening to him.
I gently wrap my hand around his cock and slowly but gently stroke it up and down for a few minutes. His body reacts a bit when I notice his hips move up and down and his pelvic area tightens. Yet his snoring/breathing remains the same just his face moves from side to side. I then move my fingers and lightly play with the tip of his dick head and force the drops of pre-cum dripping from his now pulsating cock. I use the pre-cum as lube while playing with the head of his dick. This must feel very sensitive to him because his cock becomes very hard and twitches even more. I usually play with his head for about 1/2 hour and I notice that he pre-cums a great deal. At this point his hips are frequently moving more, his snoring turns more into long moans. My heart races with excitement and I am ready to cum but I get control of myself and the situation.
I continue a combination of stroking his shaft up and down and playing with his cockhead which makes his pelvic area tense up. Since he did not cum in over a week and I am sure that he is very horny my actions are causing his dream to turn into a sexual fantasy. As I continue for about another hour and his moaning becomes more steady and his body moves more frequently he stops breathing and a quick silence surrounds the bedroom I feel his cock become engorged with more blood and with a few more strokes I feel his cock pulsate and the cum works up his shaft of his cock and hot streams of cum spews out the tip of his dick...with each stroke of my hand in the upwards position large amounts of hot cum pours out of his throbbing cock onto my hand and his tightened stomach muscles, with at least three good strokes and three good spews his breathing starts again sounding louder before returning to it’s normal pace as I stroke the last few drops out of his dick.
I roll back to my place in bed and it doesn’t take me long to stroke my now very hard and horny cock blowing my load across my chest. I replace the blanket over our bodies and fall asleep.
Myself and some m8s went to Spain on holiday and I was sharing with 2 other guys, Steve and Jon. It was about 5 years ago and we were 18. Although Jon had a girlfriend as did I, I always thought there was something not quite right about his sexuality, like in the showers at school he would stare at other guys’ dicks and his own always seemed to be twitching like he was stifling a hard-on.
Anyway this night we had all been on the drink and I decided I had hadenough and went back to the hotel to grab some sleep. I had been sleeping for about two hours when I was startled with someone creeping about the room, so I got up to find Jon and this other strange lad in the bathroom. When I questioned what the fuck was going on Jon explained that this was a kid he new from navy cadets and he was lending him some money.
So off they went and I thought how strange it was giving him money in the bathroom. Anyway about ten minutes later Steve came back and fell into the room pissed as a newt. I had to strip him and put him to bed as I’m sure we all have many times when our m8s get a little bit more than enough alcohol. Up until this point I had never thought about touching another guy’s dick, but Steve’s was semi-hard as I brushed against it and I couldn’t get the thought of Jon out of my head with this other guy, so I decided to see what it was like just to touch another dick.
I pulled Steve’s briefs to one side and gently stroked his dick. I noticed it getting stiffer and my heart was racing at 300bpm. I pulled his briefs down and just rubbed his dick which was getting harder but not solid. I gently pulled his very short skin back and decided it was time to taste my first cock, so I sucked and licked at it and by this time I was rock solid. In fact I was so hard it hurt slightly as Icontinued to suck him. I could feel myself cumming without any stimulation whatsoever and I quickly shot my load allover the place.
I cleaned up, covered him up and went back to bed. About an hour later I couldn’t believe what I had done and so was unable to sleep for thinking about how his cock made me harder than anything. I started to worry I might be gay just as Jon fell into the room.
"Here we go again," I thought.
I helped him to bed to find he wasn’t wearing any boxers, which I know he had on before he went out as he was showing off his new Cks. Anyway this confirmed my thoughts about him and the young cadet. Having enjoyed my first dick I decided to see if it was as good second time around. Jon’s dick was a lot thinner but longer than Steve’s with a really long foreskin which I chewed for ages and I could taste the salt from it. Iput my tongue inside his skin and before long he was really hard and I felt him thrusting at my mouth. This was awesome! Here I am a str8 guy having two dicks in one night. This one was coming and I could taste
his hot fluid on my tongue. Without warning he shot a small amount into mymouth. I stood up and wanked myself to a finish which I managed to shootover his dick and small pubic area. I then covered him up and let him sleep.
Since that time I’ve had some sessions with other unsuspecting sleepers and a few more with Jon, but I reckon he knows because he done me one night while he thought I was asleep. I’ll tell you about that one another time.
Sunday, 22 June 2008
Ever since I was a little kid I have found my father sexy. I can remember us being out in the fields during planting time and him having to piss and walking beside the pickup truck and pulling his long foreskin draped cock out and taking a piss right in front of me. I always played like I wasn’t watching, but I was. Later after I had helped him fill the planter hoppers full of corn and he was back on the tractor, I would jack off over the spot where he pissed.
My father used to drink heavily! Sometime he would go on drinking binges and stay drunk for a week at a time. Once when he was on one of his binges he came home so drunk he could hardly walk. I was eighteen at the time and still remember mama telling him to go to bed and she wasn’t sleeping with him while he was drunk! He did as she ordered and at bedtime my mother slept with my younger sister.
Oh, how vivid I remember waking up around midnight that night with a roaring hard on. I started thinking of my father and jacking off and that only got me hotter. Then I suddenly had the idea of sneaking in his room and taking a peak at his cock while he was sleeping. Damn, even now I recall how I was trembling with fear as I slowly opened the door to my parent’s bedroom and slipped inside.
From the street light that filtered through the bedroom window, I saw my father lying on the bed naked except for his boxer shorts. I remember holding my breath as I stepped to the side of the bed and leaned over and touched the soft skin of his cock poking out the fly of his boxer shorts. I couldn’t stop my self for rubbing his soft cock. I loved the feel of his foreskin.
When my actions didn’t awaken my father, I gently tugged on his cock until I pulled it out of his boxer shorts. GOD! I remember how beautiful it looked soft with all his extra foreskin hanging down from the head of his cock. I should have stopped there, but I couldn’t! I suddenly found myself jacking his cock slowly and to my surprise it began to grow longer and longer.
The damn thing just wouldn’t stop growing. I placed my hand against the base of his cock and measured it. I couldn’t believe how far up my arm it reached. I used my thumbnail the scratch how far on my arm his cock head reached.
I really should have stopped there, but I just couldn’t! I had to taste my father long cock. I leaned my face over him and slowly lower it unto I could kiss the soft skin of his cock shaft. I kissed it several times before finally getting up enough courage to take his foreskin draped cock head in my mouth. Even to this day, I can recall how delicious his cock tasted as I sucked on it. I don’t know how long I suck on it, but it was long enough that his cock was throbbing in my mouth before my father awake.
“What in the hell!” my father suddenly called out.
I glanced at up and saw that he had raised himself into a half-sitting position and was staring directly at me.
“Can’t a man get some sleep around here!” he added as I ran from the room.
God! Man, was I frightened as I hid in my room. I thought surely he would come looking for me, but he didn’t. Later after I calmed down, I remember jacking off three times in a row thinking about what I had just done to my father.
Daddy never said anything about that night and figuring that he had been so drunk that he didn‘t remember the incident, I never brought up the subject either.
That was back in 1965. Recently after my mother passed away, I visited him. He asked me if I want to look over the farm. I told him yes and we drove down to the old farmhouse. It was almost a ruin. We had moved from it into a new brick house that daddy had build in 1968 with indoor plumbing, telephone and all the modern conveniences of the time.
As we were walking around the old falling down barn I pointed to an old poster of a rooster crowing just inside the barn with the words “is your cock up today?” I pointed to it and we both laughed.
Then I asked daddy. “Can you still get a hard on?”
My old man looked shocked that I would ask such a question. He remained silent for a moment then said. “Yea, I still get a hard on but not too often.”
“Good!” I told him. Then I cleared my throat nervously and added. “You ever jack off?”
Daddy glanced at me hard before answering “Once in a while.”
“I like to jack off too.” I spoke fast before I lost my nerve. “Let’s jack off together!” I added.
Daddy turned and started walking back to the truck. “Let’s get back to the house.” He said.
“Sure.” I answered as I followed him to the truck.
Daddy got in and I walked around to my passenger side and climbed inside.
Suddenly I was desperate. I wanted more than anything to have sex with the old man. “Daddy, can I show you my cock?” I asked as he started the truck‘s engine.
He glanced over at me and shut the truck off. “Yea, go ahead,” he shocked me by saying.
The old man watched as I unzipped my jeans and struggled to get my cock out. My cock is not quite as long as my father’s but it is very thick. And I saw my father smile when I finally got my rock cock out of my jeans.
Then as he watched me I jacked my huge swollen cock until it felt like it was going to explode. I glanced at him and he was watching me intensely. Thinking it was now or never, I reached over and touched his crotch.
“I don’t think it’ll get hard.” My father surprised me by say. I had thought he would surely reprimand me for touching him.
“Do you mind if I try to get it hard, Daddy?” I asked.
“Go ahead.” He told me calmly.
My fingers were shaking as I unzipped his pants and reached inside his boxer shorts. His cock was tiny. I pulled it out not believing that it could be the same cock as I had played with that night when he was drunk.
“It’s little.” Daddy said.
Without asking, I lend over and started sucking my father’s cock. The old man started moaning as he placed his hand on the back of my head and rubbed his hand back and forth. His cock didn’t stay small long. Suddenly it was growing inside my mouth. I tried to keep it all inside my mouth but it started reaching so deep down my throat that I couldn’t taken it all.
“That’s the way, Son, bring it back to life!” Daddy called out as he stroked my hair as I started working over the head of his cock.
Again, I attempted to deep throat all of his cock and failed. It was just too long. Damn, if anything my old man’s cock was longer than I had remembered.
“I remembered when you sucked on it that night when you were a kid and I was drunk.” Daddy told me. “I always wanted you to say something about that night but you never did.” Daddy added as he began to send his hips upward to force more of his long cock into my throat. “I used to jack off thinking how nice it felt when you sucked on me that night.”
Daddy’s words were getting me near to cumming. It was like music to my ears to hear him saying those words. I too had always wanted to talk to him about that night but was afraid to bring it up thinking he hadn’t remembered, that he had been too drunk.
“I’m going to cum. You ready for it?” Daddy asked as he pressed my face hard against his crotch. “Get ready!”
Suddenly I tasted my own father’s cum. I shot of immediately without out touching my cock as I drank his load. I was wonderful. I kept sucking on his cock until he pulled my head away.
“That’s all for now! Maybe I’ll give it to you again before you leave,” he told me as he pushed his deflated cock back into his pants.
Daddy did give it to me again before my visit was over. In fact he let me suck him off three more times. He wouldn’t touch my cock. He told me he wasn’t queer. But he liked it when I sucked him off. And once after I sucked him off, he told me what a big fat cock I had while he watched me jacking off.
I love to call him on the phone now. We have phone sex. I get him to pull his cock out while we are talking and I do the same. Then I ask him if he going to let me suck it when I come back for another visit. He tells me yea that I can have it as much as I want. Then after we talk and play with ourselves a while he’s tell me. “You ready for it. Get ready!” and I know he is cumming. I always shoot off when he says those words!
About two years ago, I was on an overnight trip with some friends. A guy in his early thirties (5'9", brown/blue, nice furry chest) chaperoned it. There were 4 of us guys, including the chaperone, so when sleeping arrangements were made in the hotel room, two of the guys took one bed and I got the other bed with the chaperone.
We all went to bed, me in shorts/t-shirt, he in boxers. I immediately thought about how exciting it would be to rub his cock and balls while he was sleeping. I slept for a little bit and when I woke up, he was practically laying on me! He was completely sprawled out on his back, with his left shoulder covering mine. I nudged him a little to make him move so I didn't fall off the bed. After that I laid awake till he was in deep sleep, laying on his side facing away from me.
First I reached down under the covers and put my hand on his butt and started rubbing my rock hard cock. Next I got a bit more daring and reached over him and started to gently rub his boxers where his cock was. He didn't move at all. So I got a little more daring and reached through the fly of his boxers and started touching his cock and balls. That was the first time I had ever touched another guy’s dick.
With all the excitement I was on the brink of blowing my load. He then leaned more on his back, giving my great access to his chest, so I lightly kissed his right nipple. Then I reached back inside his boxers and started using my thumb and index finger to rub his cock in a jacking-off motion...just wanted to get him hard. He started to get stiff so I used my whole hand and kind of palmed his cock. All of a sudden he made a grunt and moved, making me think I had been caught, but he just kept laying there and I stopped, deciding I had pressed my luck far enough.
It's so cool when I see him now because I think about how I began to give him a woody and he has no idea. I'm all hard from thinking about that experience. Think I'm gonna go jack off.
by Robbie Williams
Here are my experiences with my best mate Mark. The first time with Mark was when he invited me back to his. Mark is totally straight and at the time was living with his long term girlfriend Debbie. Debbie cooked us a dinner as she always did from time to time and then we all watched a video and hit the vodka.
About 11 o’clock Mark dropped off to sleep on the sofa and not long after Debbie decided to go up to bed. Debbie tried to wake Mark but to no avail and asked me to try, which I did. Mark was totally out for the count, so Debbie chucked a sleeping bag down for me and a quilt for Mark and went to bed.
I had always wanted to see Mark’s dick, I had seen him in boxers and had once seen his tight butt, but I had never seen his package and decided, tonight is the night. Closing the living room door I shot straight over to the sofa where Mark lay. Mark is 5'11, very cute and nicely built, with a lean hairy chest and gorgeously hard hairy legs. All he was wearing were his grey sweat pants and a black T-shirt.
I started with my hand on his leg, nudging him a little to be sure he was asleep, then, my hands and body shaking I attempted to pull his sweatpants down as carefully as possible. This was quite a difficult exercise due to the way he was lying, and for what seemed an eternity I could only see a beautiful bush of pubic hair, which I have to say nearly done it for me anyway. Then I noticed that his penis was tucked between his legs, so I had to strategically move his legs apart as to be able pull out his dick which I managed, much to my approval. My heart, I remember was running in overdrive. I had touched my best friend’s penis as well as look upon it for the first time.
I began to massage his cock slowly, enjoying what I thought would be a one off experience and then much to my surprise it began to rise, and harden. I had felt up another mate before, after a party, he had fallen asleep in my double bed and I got in next to him, but when I played with him, he had remained soft, but Mark wasn't and now I was looking at him fully hard. This is a guy I love, have loved for the past six years and now I had his hard on in my hand. The fact that he was oblivious to this didn't matter. He was still hard and it was because of me. I took in a deep breath and plucking up some courage I took his uncut cock in my mouth, pulling his foreskin down as I sucked. I was in heaven and he never stirred. I slowly put my hand up his T-Shirt and rubbed his hairy chest, whilst still suckling on his seven inch cock, not actually believing that this was happening, but loving it all the same. My own hard on was trying to burst out my jeans and so I unbuttoned and whilst slowly jacking mark I began to frantically jack myself off. Unsurprisingly this lasted all but a minute. I was far too excited to resist and shot a big load over a cushion. I fumbled played and sucked for another few minutes and feeling myself going hard again. I jacked again, but Debbie had got up, upstairs and so I had to stop and cover Mark up.
About fifteen minutes later I attempted to wake Mark up again and actually managed it, he went up stairs to bed unaware what I had done. I tossed off what must have been a dozen times that night and whilst it has happened again since, I will always remember my first night with mark. My other experiences with him I can remember better though, as Mark use to stay over a night a week, when we used to get pissed out of our brains. Only this time I used my trusty camcorder to record my Southern exploits and so can jack off every day, looking at me toss and suck on Mark’s wonderful cock.
Friday, 20 June 2008
We guys are a perverse lot really. Whether straight, bi or gay, we always want what we aren’t getting. Let me illustrate, straight guys fantasise over lesbians. They’re lesbians for God’s sake, so why would they want a straight guy. Still, they fantasise! If you are white, suddenly blacks are attractive, or Asians or anyone that isn’t white! Is this true??
Now I am gay and I’m as perverse as any straight guy. Let some effeminate little thing chat me up in a pub and suddenly I want him to fuck me. The opposite happens if he is built like a brick toilet and covered in tattoos, suddenly I want to bend him over and fuck him! How many of us, like the straight guy with the lesbians, really are attracted to 100% heterosexuals, hoping upon hope that he just hasn’t met the right guy yet and he's secretly in the closet. Be honest now, most of us look at obviously straight guys and dream!
This story is just such a story and I have a feeling that many guys out there will identify with it if not in reality, then certainly in fantasy.
My name isn’t really important but for those of you who need to know, it’s Martin. I have been fortunate in that at only 25, I have a good job within an insurance company in Manchester (UK) heading an office of six staff. Most are female and most are my age or younger and we are a fun team. I have never told them or anyone else in the company that I am gay. I haven’t hidden it, just not told them. I keep my gay life to Friday and Saturday and head for the gay part of the city around
“I have some bad news and some good news,” my boss said one Thursday afternoon.
“O.K. bad first,” I said.
“Due to the success of your little group, I am adding three new members to your staff. We are transferring them in so they should start week after next.”
“Oh come on Richard, I am struggling to keep on top as it is,” I said.
“And the good news,” he continued, “is that a Paul Davidson from the
I was developing quite a little empire so was actually quite chuffed to have nine staff and an assistant manager under me. This was definitely something to be used to wangle a greater than average increase at my next appraisal.
I walked into the office exactly eleven days later to find three eager faces outside my office door. Two pretty young girls and a spotty eighteen year old boy, all transferred from elsewhere in the building and all waiting to see their new boss. It took the best part of the morning to organise desks, allocate staff members to take them through what was expected of them and then the whole afternoon to take them through our systems in this office before Paul started the following day. Paul would actually share my workload in dealing with the larger commercial clients and also allocate work downstream to the nine staff members.
When I entered the far end of the office the next morning, saying my friendly good mornings to staff, I was not prepared for what faced me in my office. Paul Davidson was about 22 years old, slim, but not skinny, around 5 feet 10 inches tall with black tight curly hair, dark eyebrows, long black lashes which were almost feminine, and the most dazzling white teeth I have ever seen. He had a small loop earring in his right ear. None of the above ingredients appealed to me. I like fair, straight hair, heavier set, older guys and hate jewellery of any sort on a guy. Why then, did I feel like someone had hit me with a sledgehammer? Paul’s outstretched hand in greeting brought me back to life as I recovered. Looking into this guy’s eyes was like being drawn into a murky pool from which you could not escape. My heart was thumping and I felt very hot around the collar.
“Are you all right,” he asked. His voice came from somewhere in the distance and echoed through my head?
“Oh sorry,” I mumbled, “I just remembered something I have to deal with before we start.”
I recovered enough to fake being busy and then turned my head to this stunning man.
“So your wife had to come back here,” I said, trying to make conversation.
“Vikki’s mum hasn’t been well and is having a hip replacement soon. Her father has been trying to cope but is struggling so we decided to move to
Further conversation revealed that they had been married three years, still had no children though they had been trying and he was besotted with her. He could hardly say a sentence without Vikki’s name cropping up. Despite the slight femininity brought on by his curly hair and long lashes, he was straight, of that I had no doubt. She was straight but not streetwise. He didn’t say but I definitely had the impression that if she wasn’t the one he lost his virginity too, she wasn’t far behind. As I said at the beginning of this piece, I was heading, once more, into a black hole of fancying guys I couldn’t have.
I decided to keep to business and not to fall into the same trap I had in the past of pursuing guys I had not hope of getting; either gay guys who felt I wasn’t their type, or guys like Paul who didn’t even know I lusted after them.
The next few days were spent getting Paul and the new people settled into their new jobs. Thankfully he was smart, considering his lack of university education. The girls liked him, well they at least drooled over him and if any more of us had done so, he would have spent his time wiping saliva off his suit jacket. I watched him as he worked and tried to imagine I could see the outline of his cock at the front of his trousers. I could just make out the dark ring of his nipple through his white shirt when he took his jacket off to work. My rising cock suggested I should get back to work. Paul was completely oblivious to any of this attention as he focused the job in hand.
About two weeks into the stint we were getting along quite well, but mainly on a business basis. Still, his conversation started and ended with “Vikki did this,” or “Vikki likes that.” I was wishing he would bloody shut up about Vikki! He had an armchair interest in football (soccer to our overseas readers) whereas I wouldn’t have known if the ball was square or round. I did a bit of badminton but that was the extent of my sporting interest. Eventually, at the end of week three, I asked him if he fancied a drink after work.
“Sorry, I can’t. Vikki will be expecting me home and she’ll get worried.”
“Surprise, bloody surprise,” I thought.
“I could perhaps come for a drink next Thursday if you like,” he added. “Vikki is going to start visiting her mum and dad on a Thursday afternoon and won’t be home until about 10.00 pm so that would give me plenty time to have a drink and get back before she comes in. I’ll clear it with her and let your know.”
“Clear it with her!” What kind of wimp was this guy?
Well Thursday came and we went to a trendy little wine bar. I felt
“I don’t know what I would do without her. I just watch her walking around and worship her. I still find her so beautiful and gorgeous and as pretty as the day we met.”
He went on and on.
“The reason I broke up with Lindsey, my first, was that I discovered I wasn’t the only one she was seeing. I let her take my virginity and discovered around five guys including my best friend had been with her. It was really weird having your friend discussing the private parts of your girlfriend and what she liked doing in bed. I had to break up. I didn’t know if it was right or wrong but then I met Vikki and that was it!”
He didn’t ask a single question about me. Perhaps it was just as well.
Well he kind of liked the Thursday thing and we continued, eventually managing to talk about other things than work and Vikki and I found he liked badminton too, though rarely played it. We made a loose arrangement to play one day.
“I think Vikki would like you,” he said one Thursday. “Would you be annoyed if I invited you round for tea on Sunday so you could meet the person I keep talking about?”
“Eh, o.k.” I said, not really that keen to get to know her in case it ruined my fantasy.
I drove over on the Sunday and was introduced to an extremely pretty 22 year old woman with blonde hair and a very fit body. I, of course, am not the best person to give you a sexual description of her but needless to say, I could see what he saw in her. On the other hand, Paul was wearing tight
We chatted amiably and I declined a drink, though he had a couple of beers and she, a glass on wine. I had my afternoon tea and at around 7.00pm, decided to leave and that was it! Paul was a little funny though and tried to make me stay a little longer. He kept glancing at Vikki and then to me and I put it down to his “puppy-dog love.”
The following Thursday, and into a third glass of wine for the first time, Paul was again, a little peculiar.
“What did you think of Vikki,” he asked me?
“She’s a very pretty girl,” I answered.
“Isn’t she just, I can’t believe she’s mine and all mine,” he said. “I’m so lucky to be the only man she has ever slept with, the only man who has ever seen her beautiful breasts and her lovely pussy.”
Now that woke me up. Paul had never so much as said a sexual work since I had met him and, as he spoke, a glazed look in his eyes; I could swear I saw a bulge in his trousers. He was getting hot over talking about his wife sexually in front of a stranger. I decided to push a little further as straight guys in heat, really get me going.
“I bet she has a lovely pussy,” I said.
“Oh she does Martin. It’s still so tight when we screw and her breasts are still firm. She has a 36" chest you know.”
“Do you have sex much,” I asked, while trying to conceal my erection.
“About twice a week, three times when she is in the mood. The trouble is that Vikki likes straight up and down sex in the 'flat on the bed' fashion.”
“Missionary position,” I said like a heterosexual would!
“Yea, I suppose, but I start to get fantasies and want to try new things and she won’t,” he said.
“Like what,” I said, my ears suddenly perking up?
“Well, other positions and maybe some oral.”
“She doesn’t do oral,” I shouted, just enough to get a funny look from the couple next to us?
“No,” he whispered. “Lesley did and I loved it. Can I tell you something I have never told anyone?”
“You bet,” I thought. “Of course Paul, you can tell me anything,” I said, leaning forward and not wanting to miss a word.
“When I split with Lesley, I wished I hadn’t. I was just so degraded that everyone knew her, if you know what I mean. Afterwards, I started to think about it and it suddenly began to turn me on. I wished I had seen her being done!” He said the last word in a whisper.
“You mean it would have turned you on to see your girlfriend at the time, naked with her legs in the air and your best friends fucking her.” I deliberately said it in a crude fashion to see the response.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Perverted, isn’t it?”
“Sounds like fun to me,” I said.
“Really,” he responded like an eager puppy dog. “Do you really think it would have been?”
“I think you would have loved it,” I said.
He looked at his watch and said he had to dash so that was it. We decided to play a game of badminton the following week, just to ring the changes and I booked a court at a local municipal court. I was also hoping to catch a glimpse of his cock in the showers.
The game was fun, if somewhat limited in skill and I couldn’t wait until we walked through to the locker rooms. I decided to go completely “au naturelle” and not to hide my equipment. I was proud of it anyway. My cock could stretch to eight long inches in full glory and was thick to boot. I was uncut and had sizeable balls beneath so I had nothing to hide. How Paul managed to have a complete shower without giving me a glimpse of his cock, I don’t know. He had a lovely arse that was sure, with an even, light, black hair covering it. His pubic hair was also jet black, with a single stream of black hair heading up to his navel. His chest had a nice sprinkling which spread out to encircle his nipples. Every time I looked, his hand would be covering his cock and balls, or he would be facing the wall. He managed to wash quicker than I did and by the time I made it to the locker room, he was standing in a pair of brilliant white jockeys. The bulge looked nice though and he certainly had enough to please. I flaunted around, my cock on full display, a slight semi brought on by the occasion which took my flaccid meat to around five inches. He certainly saw it and that excited me.
We had one pint that night and nothing more about his love life with Lesley, was mentioned.
The following Thursday, he announced that Vikki was going to stay over at her parents for a few days while her mother had her operation and though she would be popping home from time to time, he would effectively be a bachelor again. He asked if we could go out for a meal one night. I said it would be fine as we settled down to our drinks. He was much quieter than usual but I assumed he was upset at being without his wonderful Vikki. When he did talk, then that certainly seemed to be the case. He told me that this would be the first time they had really been apart since they had married.
After another quiet moment and a rare third pint he suddenly asked me again if I found Vikki attractive. I said he had asked that just a few days ago.
“I talked to her about you last night,” he said.
“I hope it was all good,” I said jokingly.
“Oh yes, it was. I told her how big your dick was.”
“How do you know,” I started to say and then remembered the badminton.
“What did she say to that?”
“She was curious but when I asked her if she would like you to fuck her she flew off the handle.”
“Why would you ask her that anyway,” I asked, thankful in a way that she had declined as I wasn’t sure I could have coped even though it would have gotten me a glimpse and maybe a grip of his lovely dick?
“Martin, I have never really confessed this before but I would love to sit back and watch Vikki being fucked by someone I knew and when I saw how big your dick was soft, I felt sure I could get her hot for it if I told her and maybe she would have let it happen. I have asked her a few times before but she gets really angry and says she wants no one else but me. The trouble is, my fantasy of having a guy with a bigger dick than mine, fuck her while I watch, and maybe let me fuck her after him, is becoming an all consuming desire. I think about it all the time and even toss off when I am alone fantasising.”
“Would she manage mine,” I said, trying to keep him on the boil?
He stuttered a bit and then, in a quiet voice said, “How big is it when it’s hard?”
“Just over eight inches and very thick,” I said. “She would really feel me sticking it in her wouldn’t she?”
His eyes glazed over as he finished his pint and then, once more said he would have to catch his bus.
We decided to forgo the usual Thursday night the following week and went all out for the Friday night. I suggested, rather hopefully, that he might want to stay over, hoping upon hope that I might get a glimpse of his dick at some stage if he drank enough. We went for a drink, then an Italian meal, then on to some wine bars, well away from my usual haunts, just in case I was recognised. By the time we walked back to my place, we were both quite tipsy and I was very horny as this would have been my “trawling time” in the bars. We crashed out in the flat, after I had shown him around and told him where the guest bedroom was. He asked if I had some wine and we opened a bottle of nice white
“What would you like to do to her,” he suddenly asked? “I mean Vikki,” he added.
I had to be convincing. “I would love to slowly kiss her lips, pushing my tongue down her throat while cupping her firm tits with my hands. I would slowly kiss her neck and make my way down, pulling off her top until I could lift her nipples and, one by one, roll my tongue around them. I would make you sit on the chair and watch. I would stay dressed while I slowly strip her until she is standing in just a pair of panties. I would pull off my shirt and ask her to drop my trousers. I would then be in just a pair of white briefs. My cock would be straining against the fabric and she would squeeze it and gasp at the size. She would tell me she could never get such a big cock inside her and I would say that I was going to fuck her senseless anyway. I would push her down until her face was against my massive hard cock and she would kiss the fabric of my pants. I would release my cock until it hit her face. She would tell me she doesn’t suck but I would force it into her mouth until she had to take it. Then I would start to face fuck her as she tried to pull her mouth away. You would be watching and perhaps playing with your dick. You might even have taken it out.
I paused and noticed that Paul had slumped further down in the chair and his erection was very visible in the cotton trousers he was wearing.
“You’re getting me as bad as you,” I said, “fantasising over Vikki. You know watching is quite fun, I think I would get turned on watching you fuck her too.”
“Would you,” he asked eagerly. Attempting to emulate my narrative he then went on saying, “Would you really like to see my six inch cock ploughing into her while you wank?”
“I bet when you’re hard, you’re more than that,” I said, seeing a possible opportunity opening here?
“If she ever sucked me it would get bigger but she just never does. Have you been sucked, Martin?”
“God yes,” I said, “dozens of times and I’ve sucked too.” The words were out before I could stop them.
“You’ve sucked a cock,” he said incredulously?
“Eh, kind of,” I answered trying to think on my feet. “I have had threesomes before and sometimes when you are in the middle of it, sex gets kind of mixed up and I have ended up sucking the wrong person. It’s not so bad when you’re really randy.”
“Are you really more than eight inches long,” he asked, either changing or continuing the conversation, I wasn’t sure which?
“At the moment Paul, I’m definitely over eight inches with all this talk about sinking my dick into your lovely Vikki.”
“I would so love to see her lying there with her legs open and her cunt gaping with you and your massive cock standing over her. I would love to get close and watch you pushing the massive thing slowly into her.”
“Wouldn’t you like to lick her cunt just as I pushed it in,” I asked?
“Yeh,” he said, very quietly. “Jeesus I’m horny.”
I continued, “And my cock would be covered with her juices helping me slip in and out and your mouth would be licking the juices and helping me slide in. Your tongue would touch my cock and Vikki's cunt at the same time. She would be moaning and asking me to fuck her really hard so I would really start hammering at her cunt. You would then start kissing her as I fucked and then she would let you put your cock in her mouth. Can you imagine a warm mouth wrapped around your stiff cock, her tongue playing with you and you struggling not to cum in her mouth. Would you like to cum in a warm mouth Paul?”
“Christ yes, I can think of nothing better right at this moment than a warm mouth wrapped around my cock,” he answered. It was obvious that the excess alcohol had seriously lowered Paul's inhibitions and my chance of getting to this position again might be zero.
“Listen Paul,” I said, “if you’re not offended, I’m going to have to relieve myself as I’m getting so hot thinking about your Vikki. Let’s face it, you’ve seen it all before at the badminton.”
Paul said nothing, he just slid his zip down, unclipped his trousers and slid them to his knees and then finally, his white briefs were dropped down and I saw his cock for the very first time.
“You’ve nothing to be ashamed of,” I said as my eyes took in his six inches of rigid, uncut cock. The skin was slightly slipped back revealing a red tip, with a wet open slit, oozing pre-cum. His pubic area was dark and hairy but the hair looked trimmed as his balls were quite visible, hanging loosely between his legs and slightly larger in proportion to his cock. He was gently stroking his cock.
I quickly followed suit and stripped completely naked before he could say anything.
“That’s a monster,” he said as he looked at my cock. “Would you be offended if I asked to hold it? I would love to know that this might be the cock that is going into Vikki!
I walked over to him and stood as he slumped back on the couch. He lifted his hand and very softly gripped my cock. It jumped and he let go and laughed before taking it again. He slowly held and slid it up and down, his left hand stroking his own cock as he did so.
“I would love, just love, to see you in action,” he said.
I noted that Vikki had suddenly disappeared from his descriptions.
“We could pretend she’s here if you want,” I said.
“How would we do that,” he answered?
“What would you do if my cock was dry and Vikki was waiting for it?”
“Get her to suck it,” he said.
“Why don’t you then?”
There was silence, then, without a word, he sat up and moved closer to my cock until it was staring straight at his nose. I could feel his breath. His mouth gently opened and his tongue darted out and touched the tip. He sat like that for about thirty seconds, and then he opened and enveloped his first ever cock. Once he started he was like a caged animal. He slurped and licked, pulled back the foreskin and sucked the head. He gripped my balls and in between, when he could speak, he kept making comments about how much he wished she was doing it. For that moment, he seemed to become Vikki. I certainly started treating his as such.
I took his head and face fucked him, I gripped his nipples and gently squeezed them before extracting my cock, pushing him back on the sofa and dropping to my knees to take his cock in my mouth. I held and looked at it.
“I bet she loves this in her,” I said.
I took the entire cock in my mouth and the gasp as he received his first blow job in years was loud.
“Oh my God, that’s so amazing. Don’t make me cum please, I need more.”
I licked his balls then lifted his legs in the air, taking in his musky, but thankfully clean aroma as my tongue delved down lower and tickled his rosebud.
“I would lick her out before having her,” I said.
My words were lost. His eyes were closed, his cock was standing like an iron pole straight upwards, his legs were lifted and I was rimming my little treasure, something I could never believe was going to happen.
“I would have to kiss her too,” I continued.
I slid up his body and kissed him. The initial resistance and shock quickly disappeared and within second he was all over me. He took the lead and I let him as his tongue entered my mouth and explored every corner. I kissed his nose his lips, sucked his tongue. The speed was frantic and I knew whatever happened this was not going to be a long session. I stood him up so we were both together and I stripped the last of his clothes from him. He was absolutely beautiful. His arse was perfect with two little bubbles behind his lean body. He dropped down and started on my cock again. He was improving quickly and groaned as he loudly slurped, the saliva dripping on to the carpet with his urgent movements.
“Take care or I will cum,” I warned.
He stopped, that would have been too much in the first lesson! I pulled him down and made him kneel doggy fashion so that I could explore his arse again as I knelt behind him. He loved it, gently stroking his cock as I did so. I continued my narrative about what was going to happen to his wife as I knew this was the fuel for the fire that was burning so brightly at the moment. I told him I would rim her too before finally entering her and cumming inside her. I pulled him down to lie sideways on the carpet, with me behind him. I knew fucking him would not be an option at this moment but I could simulate. I slid my wet cock between his legs from the back, the head sticking out under his balls and he gently stroked it from the front. I started to simulate fucking while I explained what she would be feeling and it didn’t take long before I fired my volley on to his fingers. As I came he massaged my cum over the head of my cock and his own balls until he was in quite some mess.
I had never done this before after cumming but was determined. I rolled him on to his back and knelt between his legs, taking his cock in my mouth and started to blow him. Little “O’s” escaped his mouth as I did so and within two minutes his cock went rigid and blasted into my mouth. I actually swallowed the lot. It was a thin consistency thankfully, else I would have surely gagged. The quantity was copious, however, a lot of pent up fantasy wrapped up in it.
I waited, for the guilt.
“Fucking Hell that was amazing,” he said. “Can we do it again some time?”
“If you’re sure,” I said, surprised at the response so soon after him cumming. Usually as guys cum, their courage goes.
“Can I stay the night,” he asked, “and sleep with you.”
“Bloody Hell,” my brain said, “this one has been frustrated.”
My heart was pounding. My head was all over the place. I couldn’t work out if I was happy I had succeeded in having him, or guilty that I had used his lovely wife as the bait to get us there.
We slept soundly and he lay with his arms wrapped around me.
I woke suddenly at around 7 am to find him up on one arm, looking at me.
“Have you ever had a cock inside you,” he asked.
“Yes, when I was at school,” I lied, knowing it had been a heck of lot more recent than that!
“Would you fuck me,” he said?
"Why would you want that," I asked, "it's not as easy as porn movies might suggest?"
"I want to feel what Vikki is missing to get some idea of the excitement."
It seemed a rather perverse reason for asking someone to put eight inches of hard flesh up your arse and as well as that, I was not a "virgin" fan. Being a rather selfish individual, I could never understand why I should do all the hard work breaking someone in, for the next guy in line to get all the pleasure. However, I felt that I might be the 'next' guy with this one too.
I led him to the bathroom and told him how to clean, having great fun helping him to soap up. His six inch dick hardly went down once. We had a light breakfast and returned to bed where I kissed him both on the lips and all the way down his body, taking his hard cock in my mouth. He had already adopted a passive role, as though he knew he would have to think like Vikki. I used a really slippery lubricant of the 'liquid silk' variety to slowly slide my finger into him.
"Have you ever done anything like this before," I asked him?
"When I was in my teens, I sometimes used to try putting things in me, like candles and even a cucumber one. I have no idea why but I quite enjoyed it."
He had the secret of relaxation at least and I was able to slip the single digit in and out quite easily without any pain. He was lying on the bed on his side, his knees curled up and I was behind him, my left hand stroking his stiff cock and my right fingering him. I spent a good ten minutes here, slipping in and out and wiggling a little before trying a second finger. That took a little longer and involved a few withdrawals. When I suggested that perhaps he was not going to make it, he told me he would "one way or the other." About thirty minutes after starting, I had two fingers inside him and was gently moving them around, in and out. The third was my next goal. More lube was applied and I started to slowly stretch his ring with my third finger. Nothing at all was said apart from the odd sharp intake of breath as I probed. We reached forty five minutes from start and I was never a patient sexual partner so again, I suggested that we might have done enough for one day and perhaps he might care to give me a good old rogering but he was having none of it.
Three fingers allowed me to make a slight circle at the entrance to his arse and to lube in a roundabout fashion.
"I think we're ready for the real thing," I said. "Stop me at any time and just tell me what you want, o.k?"
I decided that, virgin or not, I would use a condom and I stretched it over my engorged penis, surprisingly hard considering its inactivity for almost an hour. We lay in a 'spooning' position with me to his rear, as I felt entry was easier to reject if he needed to. I lubed well and started to push against his sphincter.
"Relax and don't fight it," I said, having long forgotten the 'rules' for the first time.
When the head of my cock plopped past the entrance, there was an audible gasp and I stopped. We both waited and nothing was said. I slowly pushed a little further, letting about two to three inches enter and he gasped. I pulled back again and allowed the free movement from the base of my head to the three inch level to open his up. I slipped in and out one inch at a time. He lay very still. I took another thirty minutes so this whole process was almost an hour and a half before nearly all my cock was in him. At no stage had his erection subsided.
I was now freely fucking him in the same sideways position, though not all of my eight inches was inside, a great deal was. I lifted him to the 'doggy' position and started in earnest, holding his hips as handles. Every thrust met with a little "Uhh," as I started to pump and then he really got going.
"Oh fuck me like you would fuck Vikki and let me feel your cock in my pussy. She's missing oh so much. How I would love to be watching you as you fuck her. I would love you fuck her and put your cum inside her so that we wouldn't know whose baby came out."
This guy was certainly fantasising. Obviously my views on being a father didn't come into his fantasy so I played along giving him similar suggestions about what my big cock would do to his beloved wife while he drifted in and out from being the dutiful husband wanting what was best for his beloved wife, to actually playing the role of his wife. I decided to help him choose his role and leaned round to grip his tits as I fucked.
"What lovely tits you have Vikki, Paul is so lucky to have the them and I am so lucky to be playing with them. Your cunt is so tight and I bet you have never had a cock as big as me inside you."
He loved this and was taking the female lead only too well, responding to words like 'cunt' in a similar fashion. His whole body was now humping up and down as I reached the point where I was going to empty into his arse.
"I'm going to cum in your pussy, Vikki, would you like me to cum in your pussy?"
"Yes, yes please," he said as he touched his own cock and it erupted like a fountain, only about five seconds before I did.
We collapsed on the bed, my cock finally dwindling and slipping out of his arse.
"She's missed a lot," he finally said.
"Your gain," I said.
"Martin," he asked once our breathing had returned to normal, "until I can talk Vikki round to letting you fuck her, would you mind terribly if we came here on a Thursday night instead of the pub."
"That's seems a good idea Paul, a very good idea," I said.
Luke and Ray’s Nocturnal Fun
Luke and Ray went to school together, left school at 16 together and worked in the same distribution warehouse together. Luke and Ray were both gay and loved sex together too! Every weekend these wild lads hit the local gay bars and drank a little too much. Sometimes they would hit on some new guy in town and persuade him to join both of them for a threesome back at their rented flat. Rarely did they have sex separately. They were a couple in everything but name.
It was a late Friday night in March and they were weaving their way home across the local common when Ray stopped in his tracks. In the dim light he saw a body lying out on the ground.
“Someone’s been murdered,” he said to Luke!!
Sobering quickly they ran across to the young lad who looked to be around 18, the same age they were, to find him snoring. They managed to lift him a little but he was a dead weight and had also staggered into some thick bush before passing out. They sat him upright on the ground and tried to waken him.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” he mumbled! “She can piss off,” he said, before passing straight back out.
He was a really good looking guy. “We can’t leave him here,” said Luke, “it’s getting quite cold.”
As they tried again to lift him, his shirt lifted out of his trousers exposing a slim waist and the top band of a pair of Calvin Kleins. He slid back down and passed out again.
“God he’s cute” said Luke.
The guy’s hand moved and gripped his crotch, squeezing it. The boys just sat and looked as he squeezed some more. The front was definitely bigger.
“Should we help him,” said Luke?
Ray smiled and helped Luke drag him further into the bushes. When they were off the track, they pulled his shirt up to expose a slim almost hairless chest. Ray leaned over and kissed his body while Luke unclasped the lad’s belt, snapped the top button and let the zip of his jeans slide down. The white CK’s gleamed. The lad’s jeans were then slipped over his bottom followed by his briefs.
The cock was uncut and slightly swollen. It sat about 4 inches long over his fat balls and his dark hair covered the whole area. Ray was on him immediately with his lips engulfing the heterosexual piece of meat. The cock grew quickly and the word “yesss..” hissed out of the lad’s lips.
Luke unclipped his pants and took his 7 inch cock out smearing it over the guy’s face. His precum left traces of moisture on his cheeks and lips and the guy unconsciously licked them. Ray was now licking the guy’s balls and under to his puckered hole. He was moaning in his sleep. Now it was Luke’s turn to suck. Ray unzipped himself and gently eased his cock on to the guy’s lips. They opened slightly and he managed to get the head just inside. The guy sucked slightly on Ray’s cock and it was almost enough to make him cum immediately.
He started snoring again even though his cock was now at a brick hard 6.5 inches and pulsing with his heartbeat. They rolled him on to his side and Ray started to tongue the guy’s hole. Little gasps kept coming from his mouth. Luke went back to sucking the guy while Ray returned his cock to the guy’s lips.
Luke whispered, “I think he’s going to cum.”
His mouth went back over and as he pulled the foreskin back to suck a jet of thin warm cum shot into his mouth and on to his cheeks. Ray saw what was happening and set a blast of cum over the guy’s lips and face. Luke has to grab his own cock and quickly bring himself off as he savoured the straight cum running down his throat.
They mopped him as best they could, redressed him and lifted him on to the park bench, covering him in some newspapers before heading off to finish their journey home and have a second sex session while talking about their encounter.
That night marked a serious change in Luke and Ray’s sex life and set off a fetish that was to become part of their lives.
The next incident happened completely by surprise. Luke’s sister managed to get herself on a live Saturday quiz show during the National Lottery. Her husband, Ron was working on the oil rigs and wasn’t due back until later Saturday afternoon, much too late to go with her to London so his wife’s sister went instead and her husband, Stuart, along with Ron decided to have a lad’s night watching his wife on television. Luke and Ray were invited. Not everyone knew they were gay and the family assumed they just hadn’t met the right girls!!
Saturday came and as well as Ron and Stuart a few of Ron’s off duty oil rig friends appeared too. Seven guys sat watching the television with beer stacked in the fridge and pizzas baking in the oven. The testosterone was making Luke and Ray dizzy. These guys were butch as hell. Ron was a stunning 29 year old, with short cropped hair, medium height, muscled body, and a sprinkling of tattoos. His light brown hair and piercing blue eyes made him model material along with his dark, weather-beaten skin. Stuart was slightly taller and slimmer. He had a dark red hair which was short and curly. Though slimmer, he was also muscled and had dark pools of brown for eyes. He had the statutory tattoos on his arm too showing through the red hairs on his forearm. Hair also bristled out of the top of his t-shirt. These were the two lookers. The other three were rough tough nuts in football tops, who were popping beer cans like fizzy drinks. Luke and Ray felt very out of place, and all the talk of the afternoon’s football and who had shagged the barmaid at the local pub, were way out of their interest zone but they felt they had to be there for the sake of Luke’s sister.
Well Julie was kicked out of the quiz quite early but managed to walk off with £2,000 which seemed to please Ron as he opened four bottles of champagne to celebrate. The guys had a feeling he had expected a bigger win but they all got down to drinking. Now if ever you have drunk champagne after already being well drunk on beer, I can assure you the effect is quite devastating, especially when, after the three Neanderthals left, Ron and Stuart started on cider. Luke and Ray managed to keep off the total concoction and tried to make an excuse to follow the other three but Ron was having none of it and insisted they stay until Julie telephoned.
By the time Julie DID phone, Ron was slurring and Stuart was snoring. He managed some kind of conversation before passing out. The guys sat quietly for about 30 minutes before realising the two guys were gone for the night and decided they had better get them into a more comfortable position before closing the house down and going home. Both guys were on the couch and the manhandling did absolutely nothing to waken them. At one stage, Luke actually smacked Ron on the face to waken him and didn’t even get a grunt.
Luke looked at Ray and said, “I wonder what my sister’s getting?”
At first Ray looked quizzical and then it dawned on him.
“We can’t,” he said.
“If they waken, we can say we were trying to get them to bed,” said Luke.
“Get the camera,” said Ray!!
Ray pulled out his slim digital camera as Luke started to unbutton Ron’s jeans. First the belt was slowly unclipped and the zip gently pulled down. His t-shirt was pulled up to expose a neat hairy trail upwards to his chest. Luke then gently tried to rock the jeans down Ron’s leg and Ron actually lifted his backside up to help, while still snoring happily. The boxer shorts wouldn’t have won him any points in a fashion parade so they too they were pulled down, and then the t-shirt was lifted to expose a hairy chest. Ron’s cock didn’t look too much. It was a soft heap of flesh with a longish foreskin and quite large balls sagging between his legs. Hair was copious and only served to make the cock look smaller. Luke dropped between Ron’s legs and started to suck the soft flesh. Nothing much happened as he sucked as best he could on the soft cock, letting it roll around in his mouth. He put his finger between Ron’s legs and gently probed his hole. He didn’t enter but just pressed around the anus. The cock stirred!
It took fully ten minutes before Luke was rewarded with a thick six inch cock standing hard as steel between Ron’s legs. Luke slipped his jeans of but kept his briefs on, his rigid member sticking out through the fly from of his Calvin Klein tight boxers. Still Ray filmed away but soon, he too stripped to his briefs. He put the camera to one side and turned his attention to Stuart who was snoring loudly.
Ray started to expose Stuart in a similar way to Ron. Thankfully he had track suit bottoms on, but pulling them down proved to be difficult as every time Ray tugged, Stuart half woke, swore and pulled them up, still sleeping. Ray then stretched the front down and exposed an already half hard cock. This one looked substantial. Ray licked the tip, pushing his tongue down the foreskin. The cock rose steadily to a full, long eight inches. It wasn’t as thick at Stuarts but was still a beautiful piece of manhood, rising out of a thick red bush. Next time when Ray tried to pull the trackies down, he lifted up and let him. His balls were soft, big and long. They hung in a couple of low sacs between his legs with bright red hair springing from everywhere. Ray’s mouth enveloped the cock and the snoring stopped to be replaced by a soft moan. Stuart obviously loved oral.
Within another five minutes the scene being filmed was of two straight guys lying side by side on a sofa, sleeping. Their chests were exposed, their pants were at their ankles and their legs were wide open revealing two different specimens of erect manhood. Standing over them in just underwear, stiff cocks in their hands, were Luke and Ray. Both knelt between their legs and started sucking again, cupping the guys’ balls in their hands and wanking their own cocks as they went. Luke went up and kissed Ron on the lips. There was little response but it was still erotic.
“I want fucked by him,” said Luke pointing to Ron. I suppose the thought of having your sister’s husband’s straight cock inside you had a certain appeal.
“Just be careful,” said his friend.
Some lubricant was found in a medicine chest in the bathroom and Luke set about lubricating his hole.
“Fuck it,” said Ray, “I’m going for it too!”
He spread the jelly on his own hole. They set the camera up on the table, hoping there was enough memory, and, facing the guys, lubricated the guy’s cocks before climbing on the sofa and lowering themselves slowly on to the them. Stuart’s big brute of a cock took some pushing to get into Ray’s hole. Normally Luke was the passive one and he was taking the smaller cock. It took some time to guide the cocks and hold them inside but soon, both boys were riding up and down on stiff cock. Simultaneously, their victims were moaning. Even drunk, they knew the feeling of fucking and were gently thrusting up to meet the downward movements.
Ron’s spurting was without any warning. Luke felt the hot cum fire inside him before be even realised it. The jet of creamy brother-in-law sperm, was enough to set his own cock off and a thin jet of cream spurted out and landed on Ron’s mouth and neck. Ray was having less success in getting Stuart to cum, hard though his cock was so he slipped off, realising they had to finish soon and after wiping off the cock, set about gently wanking the tip of the head as his open mouth waited. He was rewarded as the long thin piece of straight sexual organ released its male seed into his mouth in long forceful jets which were almost painful as they hit the roof of his mouth. Ray came in seconds.
Panic set in, even though they guys were already back into a rhythmic sleep pattern. The guys mopped up and carefully redressed the two friends before covering them and leaving the house, with the photographic evidence that it had really happened. God help them if it ever got out.
Once home, the quickly transferred the film to computer and Ray fucked Luke hard as they watched the whole scene again.
This was not a scenario that could be created to order and, though they talked about the session a few times and visits to Luke’s sister were somehow more pleasant once when they could ogle Ron knowing what they had done, the situation didn’t really present itself again until……
It was day three and the guys had settled down to a routine of tourist activity until it was too hot to continue, lying by the pool until late afternoon, dinner in town until around 10.00 pm and then moving on to a bar or straight club for a few drinks to take in the fabulous looking guys all in heat looking for available girls. It was around midnight and as they stood at the bar, a young British guy with a short military-style haircut ended up on the stool next to them. He was alone but mentioned that he had couple of days leave and was in town with two friends who had picked up some chick between them and headed off leaving him. He was drinking heavily and bought the guys a round. Constant references were made to the “talent” around them which consisted of the usual holiday bimbos in mini skirts with tight tops and bare midriffs. He was far too drunk to successfully score with anything but the most desperate.
By 1.00 am he was trying to get to the toilet and Luke and Ray had to take him. He whipped out his soft cock to piss and as he held it said, “All this cock and no bird wants it!”
Luke and Ray were amazed. This 19 year old held a dick that was at least 5 inches long and very thick and was at its softest. As he jetted his piss into the urinal, the boys watched in amazement while he pissed away oblivious to the attention his male member was receiving from the two guys.
“Looks like none of us are going to score,” said Luke, “so we’re heading back to the hotel for a nightcap. You’re welcome to join us unless you need to be back at camp.”
“Nah, not due back until midday tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll take you up on the offer if you don’t mind me crashing at your place.”
He introduced himself as “Tosser” which was a nickname he had as he said he was always randy and the guys joked because he wanked every chance he got. The guys looked at each other. No words were required as they both realised an opportunity was raising itself as long as they could get him into their hotel without too much attention. A drunk, randy army private seemed perfect fodder for their new found kink!!
The entrance to the hotel was quiet and the night porter was busy outside at the pool chatting to some late night revellers and having a cigarette so their quick walk across reception and into the elevator was easy and unobtrusive. Once in the room, they opened some booze they had brought in and augmented supplies from their mini-bar. Poor Tosser was, by now, well gone and kept drifting in and out of sleep as he spoke.
Luke stripped down to t-shirt and boxers as even with the aircon, the temperature was quite high. Ray did likewise. “Hope you don’t mind,” Luke said?
“Cool,” said Tosser and pulled off his chinos, his white pants almost following them down his legs ending up in white briefs and white t-shirt. “Pity we didn’t score tonight eh lads?”
He adjusted his cock in his pants and some growth was noticeable. He then settled on to the edge of the bed and swigged another whisky. He had consumed an amount that would have had both guys long unconscious. Ray put MTV on television and the hypnotic music soon had Tosser lying back on the bed, his pronounced dick shaped through his briefs. Ray was brick hard and quietly squeezed Luke’s cock to find he was in a similar state. They would have to wait until Tosser was in a deep sleep as he kept half wakening.
“Gotta fucking headache,” he said.
While rummaging through his toilet bag he came across some diazepam he had been prescribed some month before and quickly took one for Tosser to take with his water. He swallowed it, mumbled “thanks” and soon dropped back into sleep. Luke told Ray what he had done.
“Christ, I hope there’s no adverse effect,” said Ray.
“I doubt it,” said Luke, who knew that one low dosage pill would only have the effect of consolidating his already deep sleep.
They waited for over 30 minutes until Tosser was in a really deep sleep and then tried to waken him. There was no response. Luke even groped his package to no response. They quickly set up the camera to record the event for their collection and moved over. Ray knelt on the floor between the hunk’s legs and gently pulled his shorts downwards. Heavy, soft balls plopped out followed by the thick chunk of meat, its foreskin gathered at the top in ruffles. Ray enveloped it with his mouth and rolled the soft, thick cock while cupping Tosser’s balls in his hand. His own cock was erect between his legs. Luke has set up the camera on movie mode and clambered over to kiss Tosser’s face and lips. He pushed his tongue into the soldier’s mouth and the lips opened slightly, the tongue partially responding. Luke found it highly erotic.
Ray felt the cock expand ever so slightly in his mouth. It was a very slow process as he slurped the semi-hard dick around but once the movement upwards started, so did the speed of erection. His expert lips slid down and upwards and as the blood filled his cock, the sucking became easier and more rewarding. Luke joined him and sucked alternatively. Soon a thick 9 inch cock stood absolutely brick hard and upright without any visible means of support. It looked almost obscene. This naked guy slumped on the edge of the bed, his legs wide open, heavy balls between his legs and a 9 inch chunk of flesh standing upright without any support.
Luke sat astride him and aligned his cock with Tosser’s, gripping both, he gently wanked. The cock beneath his was as hard as iron. This guy definitely WAS randy.
“I need it in me,” said Luke.
Then Luke stretched a condom over the cock, which made it even harder, then lubricated his arse. They then slurped some KY jelly on the cock and Luke sat stride the prone guy and started to lower himself. His hole stretched painfully at first at the large head forced its way into his hole. Gradually the cock entered him and he gently rose up and down while Ray zoomed in to film it. Luke’s own dick stuck straight out and looked fit to shoot without help. His riding got harder, up and down, as Ray sucked his cock for him.
“Me now,” said Ray as he spread lube on his hole and gently tried to expand it for the forthcoming onslaught.
Luke reluctantly pulled off and let Ray have his moment. The entry was harder for him but with patience the entire 9 inches were soon deep inside him. His riding was quite violent once he got going and it was thankful that Tosser was dead to the world. Despite riding on the hard cock for over 15 minutes, Tosser did not cum and both boys were feeling a need to ejaculate.
Ray climbed off and stripped the cock of the condom. He took the rigid member in his hand and gently started to masturbate it. The head responded each time his fingers ran over it. “I think he might cum,” he said.
Ray dropped down so that his mouth and face were in the firing zone, while Luke expertly rubbed his fingers up and down on Tosser’s cock. The shot when it came, was a surprise. There was no warning except for a quick increase in blood through his cock before a massive arc of spunk fired out of the tip and into Ray’s waiting mouth and face. Luke dropped down to share this copious load. There were 8 massive spurts each containing a great volume. The texture was quite thick so where it landed, it stayed. Ray had slow rivulets of cum trickling off his forehead, down his nose and on to his mouth to join the initial shots which were trickling out of the corner of his mouth.
Tosser’s breathing, which had halted slightly, returned to its steady rhythm. Both boys took cock in hand and knelt either side of Tosser to wank themselves. Their loads came simultaneously and were jetted on to Tosser’s waiting belly, cock and balls, covering his sex organs in a thick creamy quantity of cum which they filmed before mopping up. Tosser was covered where he lay and both Ray and Luke used the other double bed.
In the morning, Tosser seemed none the wiser of his first gay threesome. Even his head seemed clear as he slurped a coffee down, thanked the guys for s “great” night and rushed to hit base before he was reported as AWOL.
The remainder of the holiday went without any further luck but the memory and recorded footage, gave the lads wanking material for some time.
Their interests were played out on a number of other occasions but none had the excitement of these first few times. Luke and Ray continued with their relationship and had many fun times but seducing those straight guys stayed high in their “top ten.”