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A Golf Trip

by ToryDonahue

…..Once inside, he turned to me. He looked very, very young. “Don’t you like me, Mr. Donahue?”

Again, I was confused. “What are you talking about, Tommy?”

He shrugged, “I know you have friends back where you are staying, I figure you can’t stay our really late, so I, well, I’ve been trying to come onto you.” He blushed bright red, then hurried on, “but if you aren’t interested, that’s okay. I just thought that you might be from the way you looked at me at the course, and I am sure interested.”

And he went silent, blushing like a ten-year-old girl. And I realized he meant it. I realized that all of his little touches, his smiles, had all been come ons. He didn’t realize, however, that I had never really been in the game, really didn’t know how to respond to his come ons, or to even recognize them for what they had been.

“You mean, you want to? With a guy my age?” He just nodded. I stood there like a fucking idiot, staring at this hot, incredibly young boy trying to understand. He just looked right back at me. And I made the decision. “Damn, Tommy, of course I like you.” I stopped, moved closer to him, “alot.” And I reached out and he came into my arms. He turned his head up and I did what I had never done before, I kissed another male. I had kissed guys before, but not for sex, just a kiss hello, or whatever. But this was for sex, and it was great, hot. His tongue came out and mine met his. Then I felt his hands groping my crotch, grasping my cock. I never wore underwear, a hangover from my hippie days.

I cupped his tight ass, then I groped him too. I was stunned when my hand felt he was already hard, stiff in his jeans. I rubbed his prick through his pants, and he moaned in my mouth. Then I felt him undoing my zipper. My prick was hardening too, God how this boy could kiss!….

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Ink
by Kiernan Kelly

God, I hate the rain.

It pounds against the plate glass windows at the front of the shop, a warm tropical rain that was typical for this time of year. Every late afternoon like clockwork, thick black clouds drift in from the Gulf and dump an inch or two of rain in about an hour. The temperature drops ten degrees, the streets flood, the roof leaks, and an hour later the broiling sun will return. Within twenty minutes it will be as dry as a bone and as hot and muggy as hell outside again.

That afternoon was no different than any other day. I watched the rain begin to sluice against the glass, illuminated by flashes of frequent lightning. Thunder pealed, loud enough to rattle the windows and my bones, both. The streets were deserted — not even the tourists were brave enough to be out and about in this storm. They were no doubt huddled in one of the many small cafés along the main strip, drinking lattes and bitching about the prices of the kitschy tee shirts and souvenirs they’d just bought.

I’d just turned away from the window, heading toward the back of the shop to snag a Coke from the fridge when the bell over the door jingled. Sighing, I rolled my eyes, thinking that a tourist had decided that my tattoo shop would be a wonderful place to wait out the storm. It happened all the time — they’d dash in out of the rain and spend an hour perusing the catalogs and photos of clients on the walls, asking a million questions (Question: Does it hurt? Answer: Duh. Question: Can I use your bathroom? Answer: Only if you get a tattoo, which brings us back to Question #1) and generally wasting my time.

Turning back, my face already creasing into a scowl, I saw a young man of no more than eighteen or nineteen standing nervously by the door. Tall and lanky, his tank top and cargo shorts were plastered to his lean body from the rain, along with his shoulder-length blonde hair. Rivulets of water dripped down over his tanned shoulders and arms. His wet clothes clung to him, outlining some very nicely toned abs and pecs.

Okay, skaterboy, come on in, I thought, feeling the urge to frown slip away and a smile tilt my lips. If I had to be bored by a tourist then at least I’d get in some eye-candy time in the process. He flashed a crooked, shy grin at me that was innocent and sexy at the same time, and I was suddenly very glad that the counter hid my bottom half from him. Wouldn’t do to frighten the kid off with the monster that was beginning to rear its head in the crotch of my Levi’s.

Well…perhaps monster is a bit of an exaggeration. Still, my cock at full mast was nothing to sneeze at.

“Come on in,” I said cheerfully. Cum on, cum in – whatever’s your pleasure, I continued in my head, eyeing his chiseled biceps and sinewy forearms. The kid worked out, so it seemed. I wouldn’t mind lifting him for a few reps myself, come to think of it. “What can I do to you…er…for you?”

“Um, well…I was thinking about getting a tattoo. I mean, I want to get a tattoo. Definitely. Right now,” he stammered, as if still trying to convince himself that he wanted one.

“Then you’re in luck – I just happen to have one I could part with,” I replied, chuckling. “What did you have in mind?” I asked him. I knew what I had in mind, and it only involved one painless needle — the one that was currently pressing up against the zipper of my jeans.

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Every year I go on a conference with my school to Rome to take part in a UN style conference and compete with other international schools, debating world issues is a huge thrill for me. I’m not the most popular of guys, in fact I mostly make my own company so I wasn’t looking forward to having the smelly geek two grades below me share a room with me for the second year in a row. However, this conference was to be the best yet.

After listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers nonstop on a fourteen hour bus drive where I dozed in and out of sleep every couple of hours the coach finally pulled up outside the hotel where my school would be staying and attending the conference which would commence the following morning. It was dark outside, the chaperone got us to dump our bags in the hotel lobby straight after checking in and we went to eat dinner before going to our rooms. I looked at the nerd I’d be sharing a room with again as I sat alone at my table, still with Anthony Kiedis blaring in my ears. The guys on the trip sat on one table joking around, the girls on the other, already bitching. As much as I loved going to the conference I hated the sense of loneliness I felt.

Once dinner was over the chaperone gave me the keys to my room and I headed down the long corridor as the rest of the group excitedly ran to their rooms, looking forward to gossiping and playing poker. I opened the door and saw the same twin beds that had been there last year and the same old wardrobe. I threw my suitcase down and started unpacking when a voice from the doorway made me jump. “Connor?” I said, surprised to see him standing there with his bags.

“Hey Luke, you know Ashley got rushed to hospital with appendicitis last night, right? So it turns out I’ll be sharing a room with you this week,” he announced casually as he strolled into the room, putting his suitcase down at the end of one of the beds and laid down.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; this was Connor Johns-Truman, one of the most popular, and most attractive guys in the school! I’d secretly always fancied him, he had the most gorgeous arse I’d ever seen and I had been lucky enough to slyly see it a few times when he’d pulled a moony in front of the girls at a few of the parties I’d been to in the past. He didn’t know I was gay, no one did and I was happy that was the case; there were no other gays in my school. Connor glanced at me, bringing me back to reality.

“Are you all right mate? You’ve gone all red,” he said, sitting up.

“I’m fine, just knackered,” I quickly replied, avoiding eye contact with him as I grabbed some shirts from my suitcase and chucked them into a bedside draw.

“You don’t mind my sharing with you for the week, do you Luke?” Connor asked, trying to get my attention.

“Of course I don’t, I’m pleased it’s you and not that little techie,” I responded, worried that I’d fucked up on first impressions, I really wanted to use this week to finally make a friend.

“Cool. Well I’m gonna have a shower and…

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I go to a Chinese buffet-style restaurant every once in a while – the food is decent and cheap, and it’s all-you-can-eat (which, in my case, is quite a bit!)

I usually go there on Saturday for lunch, but I was otherwise occupied yesterday, and didn’t get there until later in the evening. I was alone, as usual, and was seated at a single table towards the back.

To my left, across the aisle and a little in front of me, was a group of young people, seven of them seated at a large round table. I thought at first that they were high-schoolers, but from their conversation, they were apparently high school buds who were all now in college. They were a mixed group, both in gender and ethnically – a couple of whites, a couple of Asians, and three blacks. They laughed and talked and ate and carried on – sitting so close to them, I couldn’t help but enjoy their easy camaraderie and youthful high spirits.

The scenery was also quite striking – all of them were attractive, shapely young animals – the boys as well as the girls – and I found the shape of their tight young buns as they walked up to the buffet line quite stimulating. The jiggle from the girls, and the swagger from the guys as they came back to the table was also highly provocative.

One of the guys particularly caught my eye (as well as the attention of other parts of my personal anatomy) – he was Asian, which is a type I usually don’t go for – they tend to be too short and too thin for my taste. This one, however, was taller than most, about 5’10”, with very broad shoulders above a very tight nipped-in waist, and a rack of very solid muscles showing under his tight black button-down shirt. His equally tight black jeans showed off his beautifully rounded bubble-butt to their best advantage, a fact of which he seemed to be very much aware. He had a handsome but not pretty face, clean-shaven, with beautifully shaped black eyebrows like wings above snapping black eyes, and straight gleaming black hair worn fairly long. He spoke clear, unaccented English with his friends, but he also spoke some rapid-fire dialect of Chinese to the restaurant staff, whom he seemed to know also.

My target was sitting at the table opposite me, so I had a clear view of him as he lounged with his friends. Sometimes he would put an arm up on the curved back of the booth, and lightly caress the shoulder of whoever happened to be sitting on either side of him. The kids did not always come back to the same seats that they had left, except for him – he always returned to where he had been, directly in my line of vision.

I had thought that I was being discreet in my ogling of the group, especially of this one young man, but (as I found out) I was not being nearly as circumspect as I thought I…

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I had just gotten done doing my homework when my father’s friend Joe, who was staying with us for a while, walked into my room. He was 40 and I was 18. He was only wearing his black bathrobe. He sat down next to me.

“You know Jeff, ever since my first wife, left me I’ve had no one to tell me how gorgeous my cock is.”

I was stunned. I didn’t think he had been drinking that night. When he talked he had no smell of alcohol on his breath though…

“Joe, maybe you’ve been drinking. I think it’s a good time for you to go to bed.”

I’d seen his penis before, but I’d never seen it hard. It was still tucked under his robe but it was obviously still there. It was outlined perfectly. It was about 8 inches and even under the robe I could tell how gorgeous it was.

“You know Jeff, my second wife Clara doesn’t give me anything anymore.”

“That’s not true,” I said. “I’ve seen her take those birth control pills. Really, go to bed.”

I was getting nervous and excited. I sort of wanted something to happen but at the same time I was terrified.

“No Jeff. She only takes those to control her crazy hormones. That’s what makes her such a crazy bitch.”

“Go to bed Joe!”

“Fine. But you’ll have to follow me.”

I threw all caution to the wind and followed him. As stupid as it might have been I still did it. Plus I was getting more excited than scared now. I had a semi-hard erection growing in my pants. Plus touching his giant cock had been a fantasy of mine for a while. I threw all caution to the wind and got up and followed him to the master bedroom.

My stepmother and my father were gone for the weekend so there was nobody to bother us.

He took off his bathrobe and let it fall to the ground. His penis was even bigger than I had expected! It wasn’t even fully hard in the robe. It had grown to its full 8 and a half inches and was throbbing.

He motioned for me to come closer. I…

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There I was, in the locker room again. This was the place that I felt most like an outcast. I was bi and I was only out to a few people. Don’t think I just loved looking around in the locker room, because I didn’t. I only liked looking at one guy. Jeremy.

There I stood as I slowly watched Jeremy undress. None of the other guys saw me but I loved watching him pull of his shirt. He slowly raised his shirt, crossing his arms to pull it off. Then he would stand there, almost taunting me, with his toned abs. Jeremy would leave his shirt off while he undid his pants. He always slowly pulled his belt off as if he knew I was watching. Then he would turn towards me and undo the button on his pants. Then gradually lower the zipper. And he would drop his pants and stand there in nothing but his underwear. By now I was almost fully hard. There he would stand, 5’9”, blonde, with a nice tan. I got a hard on every time I would watch this event.

One day in gym I happened to overhear Jeremy giving his number to someone, so I jotted it down. That night I texted him and we talked for hours. Nothing dirty of course, not on a first talk. But as the weeks went on I would text him everyday. We would talk about sports and girls and many other things. One Friday a week later I asked him if he had ever thought of doing things with a guy. He seemed puzzled by this thought but he said he wanted to think it over before he said anything. So I told him to tell me tomorrow. That night I sat in my room praying that he would tell me he hadn’t and that he wanted to experiment.

The next day arrived and he told me that he had always been curious about doing stuff with guys. He was afraid that it would spread so he never tried anything. The next day I was at school and Jeremy and I were in the hall.

I said, “You remember what we talked about the other night?” He said yes and that he might want do some stuff with a guy. But I had to promise not to tell anyone. So I asked him how long it had been since he had been blown. He said he had never been blown. So I asked “Do you want to get blown?”

And he asked “By you?”

I said, “Sure why not, between friends.”

So he agreed and we both set a time and place, my house at 5:00. When five rolled around I was getting nervous. Jeremy showed up and I asked “Are you ready?” he said…

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Nathan and I have been friends ever since the 3rd grade. Nathan was 6ft 3 with a ripped body, blonde hair, and green eyes and tanned skin. Whereas I was 6ft 2 with an awesome body, blue eyes and brown hair. We grew up inseparable and still are. We both decided not to go to uni, instead Nathan got a plumbing apprenticeship and I got a nice little admin job in the city. We pretty well acted like brothers. We shared absolutely everything including some chicks sometimes.

One night Nathan and I were drinking at my place after we had gone surfing. I lived near the beach and Nathan would often ring me up and tell me to meet him at the beach. We were both pretty exhausted and both collapsed into my couch. We started talking about life and about Nathan’s girlfriend. I was currently single and Nathan was usually, but he started dating this girl called Steph. See once again both of us were popular with the ladies so we would always end up bringing a different chick back to my place every weekend and we would fuck the living daylights out of them, in different rooms.

Then Nathan said, ”Fuck man, I thought this chick would put out heaps, but she ain’t aye! It’s fucking killing me so bad!”

I then laughed and said, “Well you want me to call some chicks up then?”

“Nah I’m too fucked to put any effort in aye,” said Nathan

“Well what are you going to do about it then?” I asked.

Nathan then asked, “you got any porn on you bro?”

I said, “yeah I will go put one in, but you’re not gonna fucking wank all over my couch!”

“Yer, yer what ever.”

I went into my bedroom and got a couple of my DVD’s out and popped one in. We started watching it and it started off a little boring but it eventually started getting a bit better when the chick on screen started rubbing her clit. I could see Nathan out of the corner of my eye squirming in the seat trying to hide his boner. Nathan then said, “Dude, seriously, I fucking need to hava bat, so you can either stay or you can go do some other shit!”

“I fucking told you I wouldn’t let you!” I said.

“But man, try going like three weeks without sex. It fucking kills ya!” said Nathan.

“Fuck I don’t want to see your cock but,” I said with a white lie because honestly I have always wondered what he looked like down there. Although we’ve been friends for so many years there has only ever been one time where we saw each other packages and that was back in grade 5 when he would sleep over at my house and we would get changed at the same time. But I have known for quite some time that I am at least bi. Although I still fuck tons of girls I have always wondered about guys but I have never been game enough to go out and meet up with one.

Nathan then said, “WHO FUCKING CARES. We have known each other long enough who gives a shit.”

“AHH fuck it whatever.” I said.

Nathan then gave a cheer and straight away put his hand down his pants and started adjusting himself. He then stood up and took his shirt off, and then his bordies. He then sat back down and when he did…

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I worked at a music store in the local mall here in our big city. I live in a large metropolitan city in the Midwest.

I had begun to notice that I had this thing for guys when I was about eighteen and it did not go away. It just got stronger. My hormones were about to tear me up. My cock was raw from looking at these gay magazines, drooling over the pics and stories. I was a total mess inside. I wanted to try something with a guy so bad I felt as though I would explode if it didn’t happen soon. I was getting older and I felt like my life was slowly drifting away.

That is really laughable because I’m only twenty now but still virgin as to any physical contact with another human sexually. I had endured the usual high school crushes on some of the sports athletes, which only ended up as a fantasy encounter in my bedroom at night with my right hand. I guess the truth of the matter was I was rather down on myself and couldn’t accept myself as a nice looking, well built, nicely hung dude just like some of the guys I ogled and desired.

One afternoon I had worked for about seven hours that day. It was about four in the afternoon and I was standing with a DVD player on, with the earphones, listening to a new DVD that had just arrived in the store. I really liked it too, when the need to piss hit me hard. I had been drinking iced tea all afternoon. I had this thing for tea. I yelled to Jerry, the store manager that I needed to piss.

He said, “Sure man. Go ahead, why don’t you just take off for the rest of the afternoon there doesn’t seem to be any business action in the mall today anyway. I can handle it for the rest of the day.”

I asked, “You Sure?”

He said, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go ahead.”

I took my belongings and took off heading toward the lower level of the mall. There were some bathrooms sorta hidden back in the back of the food court there on the lower level.

I walked into the men’s room. There were three urinals against the wall and three crapper stalls over in the corner. The room was empty except for me.

I whipped out my half piss hard cock and started blasting the water when in through the door walked this guy in military fatigues. I wasn’t sure, Army, possibly Marines with boots and his cameo hat that matched his outfit. I noticed he was one well-built, gorgeous looking Military man. My stomach did a lurch as he walked over to the urinal next to mine and whipped out the thickest cock I had ever seen. Beautifully circumcised, its head was beautiful. God it was awesome looking. Just like the rest of this dude.

I looked over and glanced down as he pissed. My mouth was watering as I looked. I had never seen a cock that big before and I wanted it very badly. I noticed the nametag sewn on the chest area of his shirt. His name was Brookman. I tried to start a conversation. I asked if he was on leave or heading to base somewhere.

He looked at me and smiled and asked me if I always liked to talk to guys while they had their cocks in…

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The only thing worse than growing up gay in a small conservative Midwestern town is growing up gay and playing sports in a small Midwestern town. I’m Patrick and I’ve known since I was about one that I really liked guys. In the locker rooms I ogled the guys and wondered about the size of their dicks. At nite, I’d jack off to their faces in my mind and wondered if they would ever let me sleep with them. My sports first love is football. All through junior high and now high school I’ve been the football team center. Quick, wiry, strong, were attributes, which got me the job. My only concern has been Josh the quarterback. I imagine you see the problem already. Josh is my best friend, tall, handsome, strong, and a Greek god. I’ve been infatuated with him since we became best friends. We actually live next door to each other so we are together all the time. Now that we’re seniors and 18 we both have been looking forward to this football season and going on later to college. However, last year and this year Josh has been the one putting those beautiful hands next to my ass and wanting the football. I’d gladly give him my other two even if he didn’t ask for them. Actually, I’ve dedicated myself to Josh. I would be his suck and fuck slave if he would just ask. However, Josh doesn’t even know my feelings for him. As best friends that is a door I’ve never opened.

We had a great football season. We didn’t make it to state but we won our league and substate and this stumbled after that. However, what great memories. Even now I can still see Josh in that jockstrap on our last time in the locker room. Since neither of us played basketball I guess I’d have to wait till track season to get another great picture of him in the locker room.

However, mid winter things happened that changed our relationship forever. As I have said before we are next-door neighbors and share a common back yard with no fence. Usually in summer we trade off on mowing the lawn for our folks. One night while lying in bed, I kept hearing a thumping noise outside my window and went out to investigate. A trashcan lid was blown by the wind up against the house. I quickly put it back on the trashcan and headed inside. I noticed a light on in Josh’s shed and thought I’d turn it off. I approached the door and noticed movement so I used a lot of caution and looked in the side window.

“Shit!!!” I said under my breath. There was Josh, naked, holding and sniffing a jock strap and watching one of our previous football games. With the other hand he had a 7-inch hard on, dripping precum and wanking for all he was worth. My eyes were glued to the window and it seemed to me that when the video focused on me hiking the ball to Josh he wanked even harder.

My moment of truth had arrived!!! I stripped out of my briefs and quickly opened the door. Stunned, Josh didn’t know what to do and finally stammered “Patrick, what are you doing here? Please don’t tell anyone, please, please!!!”

I grinned and moved over to…

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 Some jobs are better than other jobs. This was a good one.

The summer before my senior year.

I had been searching for a summer job, of which there were not many available in the small farming community where I lived, but my Dad actually came to the rescue. One of his friends needed some help on his farm, and my Dad negotiated my employment for the entire summer. We were “townies”, not living or working on a farm but I was pleased with the arrangement since it definitely was going to provide me with a pot of spending money. I also knew and liked the farmer. He always said he preferred to be called Ted, but he had gotten stuck with the shortened nickname of “Theo” from Theodore, and the name had stuck. I thought he was pretty cool, even though he had a goofy name. Theo was a good-looking muscular guy with a pretty wife and several young kids. I did not think of him in any physical way and did not equate my feelings as anything physical since there was no reason to do so. He was just a handsome dude, and he was now my boss for the summer.

In fact, I had not yet settled on any labels for my own physicality. I was sort of dating heavy with a couple of girls, and getting more head and back-seat sex than most of my buddies. I also had taken my pants off with several of my buddies to experiment with playing with dick and had gone so far as to suck on a few myself, and to stroke off a load or two for quite a goodly number of my buddies who did the same for me. We were just having fun while releasing the white stuff that would erupt in wet dreams if we didn’t do what we did.

It was not many days after starting my work with Theo before I discovered that the fun I had been having with buddies could continue right here on the farm, with Theo. The two of us worked well together, and we were both hard workers. We had an instant liking of each other and a silent understanding of each other’s personality in this environment. When one was tired, it was inevitable that the other would suggest a rest break. If one was thirsty, the other would retrieve some water though the thirst had gone unspoken. We thought a lot alike, worked well together with a strong rapport. We bonded quickly, from day one.

That is likely why it was no surprise that even in that first week of work that we got to know each other even better than I had ever imagined we might. Theo and I were taking a break from planting in one of the far fields. Sitting under a big shade tree out in the deserted farmlands with the silence of the plains. Nothing happening except for the putt-putt droning of other tractors of other farmers in other fields, as we sat shirtless and silently contented as we rested. After a few minutes, Theo calmly said, “I think I feel like I’d like to blow a load. You want to?” Damn, we did think alike! I said “Sure”. We both shinnied out of our clothes, pushing our Levis and underwear down to our knees. We were both rigid-hard and

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