It was an ordinary summer day and I awoke at 1:00 pm as was my routine at the time. Rolling out of bed thoughts began flooding my head as for how I was going to spend another lazy midsummer day. I decided on calling up a couple friends to hang out for the rest of the day, but I made sure to leave time to jack off that night, as I was especially horny.

My dad poked his head through my door; I guess he heard me waking up, “So you decided to get up after all. I’m glad because I wanted you to mow the yard and then later we need to get fitted for our tuxes.” Well so much for my plans, at least I should still have time to rub one out to some Internet porn tonight. I had forgotten I was supposed to get a tux for my sisters wedding, not my favorite way to spend a Friday I had off work. I rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of green cargo shorts. I decided not to wear a shirt so I could show off my newly earned chiseled chest. Before this summer I was sporting a layer of baby fat and some droopy pecks that I managed to work off with a month of rigorous exercise.

I dunked my head into the shower and rustled my blonde hair into a messy but sexy style. After I was satisfied that I looked good I ran downstairs and pushed the mower out of the garage. It was an excellent day to be outside, the sky was clear blue and there was a light breeze to combat the summer heat. As I mowed all I could think about was sex, mostly fantasies with guys from school. I imagined being at a party and some hot jock inviting me in a threesome to fuck his girl. We would be in one of the spare bedrooms with the lights dimmed, and he and his girlfriend both go down on me leading each other’s tongues up my cock. He of course had a perfectly toned body and a nice round ass that I would soon fuck. Just as I got to the part in my fantasy where it was my turn to suck him off I reached the last corner of grass and turned the mower off.

I ran my hand down my sweaty torso and adjusted my now hard dick so it wasn’t as noticeable and went inside for an ice cold drink. No sooner had I gotten through the door before my dad came downstairs, “Put a shirt on muscles and let’s go, the tuxedo place closes in an hour.”

So I did and we were off. Cruising down the highway I pondered if I would ever tell my dad or anyone else that I was gay or at least bi. We drove by a cute couple walking down the sidewalk holding hands and I longed to be with someone. At that point I would have settled for anyone guy or girl to love and hold. Most of my friends would probably abandon me if they found out I was gay, so I tried to come to terms with the…

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I turned 20 today but it wasn’t the best day. I was very confused about my sexuality. I knew I liked both sexes. I was very much attracted to Japanese girls because I had been learning Japanese for 11years. I had never experienced sex with another man but I had always dreamed about it. I was sitting in my English Course at TAFE, I needed to continue learning more about English to get a good job involving Japanese. Sitting at the desk in front of me, was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, he was my age, and seemed very straight, all the girls would hang all over him.

He sat facing me. It had been like this all year. Occasionally I would look up and admire his straight hair and his brown eyes, I imagined what his cock would look like, big, strong and veiny. I never thought I was very big down there. All my ex girlfriends told me it was the biggest they had seen, about 9 inches it was, 7inches when soft. All of the girls said it looked very good when soft and even better when hard. Today, he was being a prick, he looked and laughed at all of his mates, pulled his pants down and there it was, my dream penis…well, It wasn’t very big, about half my size. I sat there staring, he began laughing and looking at his mates signaling at them to laugh.

I wasn’t happy at all, I was very embarrassed. I had never been a confident person, example being sticking up for myself, but I did today. “Chiisai” I said, which meant Small in Japanese. “Nani?” he asked, meaning what. I said nothing after that. I didn’t realize he was also studying Japanese. After about five minutes, Someone kicked me in the shin, I looked forward and he was looking at me, he then threw a scrunched up piece of paper at me, I unfolded it, it read “Lets wag the Assembly, meet me in the toilets next to the library.” This made me spring to attention. I looked at him and nodded.

After Class had finished, I immediately went to the toilets, there were three cubicles, one being a wheelchair cubicle and two normal ones.

“Is that you?” I heard someone whisper.

I walked toward the wheelchair cubicle, I looked at the dial and it said occupied, then suddenly it changed to vacant. I then pushed the door open, there he was, sitting on the toilet seat with no shirt on, he wasn’t exactly built, but he had a flat stomach with a small snail trail leading from his belly-button. He looked so damn hot though. “I am small am I? Let me see you,” he said.

“Wouldn’t that make you a bit…gay?” I asked.

“I guess so” he replied.

My dream had come true. I assumed that I was the first one he came out to. I then slowly unzipped my pants, groping myself while doing it. I looked at him while his eyes rolled back. I was left standing there in no pants, he stared at the bulge in my briefs, his eyes were wide open. I knew exactly what he wanted. I then pulled my briefs down, and my cock popped out, I was surprisingly still soft. His eyes grew even wider.

“What do you think?” I asked him.

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At just a few minutes after 4 am, my phone rang. I immediately assumed there had been some death or injury in the family. I answered only to hear his voice, still dry and groggy from just waking up. “Paul. It’s Trent. Wanna come help me with my morning wood?”

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Come on over. I just unlocked the front door.”

I jumped out of bed and brushed my teeth. I got dressed and went next door, tapping a couple times before I went in. As I opened the door, I heard him say, “Back here!” I turned the corner to his bedroom, but what I saw just didn’t register. He had turned his body up so that his ass was straight up in the air. His feet were against the wall above his head, and he was sucking his own cock! I was so confused.

“What the hell?” were the words that came out of my mouth.

I had so many questions, but then he gave me my orders, “Eat my ass, Dude…while I suck my cock. I’ve always fantsized about this, but chicks don’t eat ass.”

I got onto the bed, so my stomach was against his back, and his ass was in my face. I could look him right in the eye, and see his cock moving in and out of his own mouth. He sure didn’t look like an amateur at this.

“Is a guy gay if he sucks his own cock?” I wondered. Maybe not. You’re not gay if you jack yourself off, but jacking another guy off is suspicious at the very least. The truth is, there are certain natural gifts a guy needs to be able to blow himself, and this guy had both the agility and the big cock to pull it off, and I had to admit it was totally hot to see happening!

As I probed his ass with my tongue, he brought his feet forward, so that they were both directly in my face. My body braced against his back meant that he didn’t need his legs extended to maintain his position. I took a break from eating his ass, and started licking the soles of his beautiful feet. He moaned as I worked on his feet, and kept a finger sliding around his ass, which was still slick with my spit. “I have to be to work in an hour. Get back on my ass,” he said, and I willing obliged. I wondered what it was about a guy giving me instructions that was such a turn on, but now was not the time to delve into the psychological aspects of hot sex!

I looked into his eyes, as I pressed my tongue into his…

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I had just moved into my new place; a one-bedroom condo in a nice part of town. I was single again, and half looking forward to some independence and time alone.

I was coming back in from the store—another quiet Friday night at home—when I heard someone say, “Hello!”. As I looked up, I saw my young neighbor—probably in his late 20s, tall, strikingly handsome, and very wholesome looking. “Hey, how’s it going?”, I responded. He had a big smile on his face, and I thought to myself, “Man, if only I were only a few years younger…”

Who was I kidding, I’ve always been tragically shy. Odd thing about my personality, when I’m among people who have no sexual significance to me, I’m outgoing and confident. The second I am either interested in someone or feel they’re interested in me, it’s like my mind shuts down. In this case, I hadn’t even considered this guy to be anything more than a neighbor, so we talked with ease.

“I’m Trent,” he said with an expectant look on his face. “Paul”, I responded, as I shook his outstretched hand. He asked if I had just moved in, and I told him I had. He said he thought he heard someone over there, and then saw lights on, but didn’t know whether someone had actually moved in. He said my unit had been vacant for some time.

We stood on the walkway between our second floor units and got to know each other a bit. He is an aspiring chef, and works odd hours. No time for dating, due to his work and school schedules, and the fact that he often ends up working late. He was a clean-cut kid from Nebraska, and I had no doubt he’d freak if he realized he was talking to a gay guy. So, I spoke with ambiguity when I explained that I had just ended a relationship, and moved on. He again emphasized that he hadn’t been with a woman in so long, he couldn’t remember what it was like.

After about an hour, he said, “So, you have plans tonight?” I told him I didn’t, and that I just planned to chill. He said, “Cool, why don’t I run up and grab us some beers, and we can hang out.” I told him I don’t drink, but that I have a six-pack of Corona in the fridge that I keep for company. Living in the Southwest, Corona seems like a beer staple, so I had picked it up along with a couple bottles of wine the last time I was at the store. He said, “Cool, let me change clothes, and I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

I put away my groceries, and it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t…

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I knew the moment the cute little blond twink strolled into my storefront gym that I was going to have him, but by the way he shrank away from me and trembled a bit when I approached him, I also knew I would have to prepare for that moment well.

“Hi, I’m Rod.” I said pleasantly. “I run this place and act as personal trainer. And who are you and what are you interested in?”

I had hoped that he’d say right out that he wanted to be fucked by a horse-hung muscle stud like me, but he didn’t respond to that innuendo.

“Hi, Rod. I’m Craig. I’m tired of everyone thinking I’m too young to buy beer. I want to bulk up.”

“You mean something like this?” I said, and I pulled my gym T over my head. I could hear Craig gasp when he saw my massive, well-cut torso.

“Y-e-s-s,” he stammered out.

“Well, let’s see what we have to work with,” I said pleasantly. “Off with that T-shirt.”

He stripped his T off, and I could tell right off that he wouldn’t bulk up very much, although we could do something with those pecs and abs. But I also saw that I wouldn’t want him to bulk up too much. He was one beautiful twink. It set my cock to twitching just to see him.

But I told him that I could help him if he came in twice a week. And he did that for the next two months, during which time I unfolded my plan to have my cock pulsating inside his cute little bod. I gave him a lot of personal attention, telling him that I wanted him to go shirtless in his workouts so I could see what was being worked out and how well in the exercises and that I would go shirtless as well so he could see what muscles were being worked with the exercises. And I gave him plenty of muscle work to see during the workouts—all except for the one muscle I really wanted him to see. I took care of that by hitting the showers whenever he did and giving him a full display.

For the first couple of weeks he remained ultrasensitive to my touching him or even coming close, but I was persistent in needing to put my hands on him to show him how to do the exercises properly, and slowly but surely he let me touch him and, with time and confidence, to let my hands linger on the curves and folds of his torso and legs during the exercises. And he was lingering longer in the shower as well. One evening after two months of preparation, I began to slowly stroke out my cock while we were in the shower and I was sure he was ogling me sideways. His eyes bugged out and he dropped the soap. When he bent over to pick it up, I almost took him then, but I didn’t. Others were in the gym. I needed to wait a bit longer, and needed him to signal his willingness.

On his next visit, I decided to bring this to a new level. We were over in the corner of the room, away from the storefront picture window and everyone else working out…

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Life had been good for me since getting out of college and starting my career in the real world. It was a challenging place, but full of excitement and new opportunities. I had been out of the closet since my senior year in high school back in my rural hometown. The little population of only a few thousand meant that our high school served all the even smaller communities nearby. My graduating class hadn’t even been 150 students. I was living and working in a big city now. Skyscrapers, busy streets, coffee shops, bars, restaurants, and businesses everywhere.

I had been lucky enough to find a decent apartment (with no roommate!) within walking distance of where I worked. My high metabolism had followed me to the city and with just walking 8-10 blocks each way to/from work I kept in good shape. My 5’ 8” lean frame was home to only 165 lbs. My stylist had brought out the lighter tones of my dirty blonde hair and shortened it up to be a bit on the spiky side. Twenty-two years old and being on my own suited me well.

I was especially happy having just dumped my leech of an ex-boyfriend. The fucker had been mooching off of me for 13 months. He lived with me, but didn’t get a job. He had dropped out of school and refused to go back. He smoked behind my back, knowing how much I despised the nasty habit. I’m almost positive he was doing hard-core drugs, probably meth, but couldn’t prove it. And to top it all off, I had started to suspect he was slutting around to afford his “habits”. Needless to day, it was farewell and good riddens.

To celebrate, my younger brother Ben, invited me to go stay with him for a weekend.

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You should know some things about my brother. For starters he’s three years younger than me. More importantly, he was extremely supportive of my coming out so much that it even became a little annoying at times. When he graduated from high school, he was built like a redwood tree at 6’1” with white-blonde hair and blue eyes. What is also important, especially in this story is that my brother and I shared a group of mutual friends, a few of which were siblings themselves. The guys of the group (mostly my brother’s age) and I had always gamed together, mainly multiplayer PC and RPG games. Quake, Counter-Strike, Middle-Earth, Dungeons & Dragons, the works, dice and all! I know what you’re thinking: we were all geeks back then. You wouldn’t be far from the truth. Although I must say I was a pretty good looking geek.

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So I agreed to Ben’s offer, flew to the nearest major airport and rented a car, driving to the college town my brother had moved to after leaving our parents house. The town where my brother’s university resided was only about…

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Taylor was only 18 when Dan came to live on the family farm as a farm hand. From the moment Taylor saw Dan he fell in love. Taylor was a good looking young guy with short brown hair, green eyes, a smooth athletic body and a tight, firm ass. He thought he looked good but all that changed when he saw Dan. He had shoulder length dirty blond hair that he kept tied back and a boyish face. There was nothing boyish about his body however. Smooth hairless pecs and chiseled abs made tan from working out in the sun. Taylor’s room was over the garage and he would sit and watch Dan load and unload bails of hay. He always worked shirtless and his muscles bulged and ripped and glistened with sweat every time he would pick up a bail of hay. Once when he was standing on the truck bed he wiped sweat from his forehead and looked up at Taylor. He smiled and waved. Taylor waved back shyly.

One night Taylor was sitting by the window looking out over the pond that was next to the house when he saw Dan walk from the garage to the pond. Taylor went downstairs and told his parents he was going for a walk. The moon was out and provided enough light for Taylor to see where he was going but not enough to be seen. He hid behind a tree and watched as Dan emerged from the pond. His long hair lay against his smooth, wet pecs in wet strands and his muscular body gleamed in the moonlight. He could just barely make out Dan’s smooth, tight ass. Taylor’s cock stiffened in his pants. He slowly and quietly made his way back to the house. Once in the safety of his own room he took off all his clothes and jagged off thinking of Dan’s tight body.

The next day Taylor was milking one of the cows and barely noticed Dan walking in. “Hi” Taylor jumped at the sound of his voice. Taylor released the cow’s tit and it shuddered.

“Hi.” Dan looked practically edible in his blue overalls and his hair tied back.

“You’re Taylor right?” Taylor nodded. “I’m Dan” Dan said extending a hand. Taylor took it and as he did a tingle went up his spine.

“I know who you are.” Taylor smiled. He was surprised how strong Dan was as he helped him to his feet.

“I was just heading into town, wanna come with?”

Taylor shrugged. “Sure.”

They got into Dan’s truck and drove down the dirt road. “I need to get some things for your ma” he said keeping his eyes on the road.

Taylor on the other hand was looking at Dan. He couldn’t believe he was sitting in the same truck with the man he had loved since he first saw Dan. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something” Dan said, his eyes still on the road. ” Taylor felt a ball of nervousness in the pit of his stomach.

“Ok,” was all he said.

“I know you were watching me last night.” The knot in Taylor’s stomach got bigger.

“I’m sorry,” he said looking down at the floorboards. Dan smiled.

“Don’t be, you were curious.” Taylor felt better. He felt Dan put a hand on his thigh. “I kinda liked it to be honest.” Taylor felt his cock harden at Dan’s touch. “See I’ve been…

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I watched him bend over, pinstriped trousers stretching to accommodate the sizeable, rounded arse that I knew was hidden inside. I was sat on the second row from the front and had a perfect view of Mr. Carlaisle. You might think it strange that a young guy (just turned 18 at the time) would find the man attractive: late 20’s (possibly early 30’s), an English Teacher; not particularly well toned (in fact a few ounces overweight), wavy red-brown hair that fell around his neck, giving him the look of a baroque composer one might see in an etching. His lips were very full and his eyes chesnut, which sparkled as he talked about a poem or one of his favourite novels. He wore thick-framed designer glasses and a ring in the top of one ear (a lingering sign of his youth). He always wore a suit, usually pinstriped, and I found this insatiably attractive: seeing the thin white stripes forming contour lines over his plump but pert bum. I have always had an attraction to older men (especially my teachers), and this formed the basis for many of my masturbation fantasies.

The bell rang to signal the end of the school day and I was told to stay behind as I had forgotten to hand in an essay (this was a fairly regular occurrence since English was not my best subject); although Mr. Carlaisle was generally a nice guy and we got on well he tended to get angry if work wasn’t handed in, but this was for our own good, as he would tell us repeatedly. Anyway, I thought it was sexy when he was angry, his voice became deep, he would bring his face close to yours and you could smell his incredible masculine musk and a gorgeous overtone of aftershave, I would drink his scent in and it sent jolts of excitement to my cock…. which by now was starting to stiffen quickly and uncontrollably…

“Mark, this really isn’t good enough…you’ve had 3 WEEKS for goodness sake!”

“Sir, please, I’ll do it for next week-”

“It has to be submitted tomorrow, Mark!”

“Well then I’ll do it tonight-”

“Good, and I’ll be phoning home to make sure.”

“Oh sir!” I whined

“Come on Mark, what do you expect me to do?”

“Please don’t, my Mum’ll go crazy.”

“I don’t care Mark, That’s my final word.”

He lingered there for a moment, I could smell him, his reek of pure virility drawing me to him like iron filings to a magnet. The scent that flooded my nostrils engulfed me entirely and began to mess with my head as I lost control, closed my eyes, parted my lips slightly, lent forward and kissed him. It seemed like the kiss lasted for an eternity, as though every clock had stopped to listen to the beauty of the moment, but in reality it may have been seconds. To my surprise…

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Well, my story begins when I was 18 in university. I was taking a computing course and had total access to the uni’s computer system.

Inevitably, once in a while, I would wander on to gay porn and after lectures had finished on Wednesdays. I nearly always went shopping on the gay personal websites.

I’m not a bad looking kid by any measure: blond ‘crew cut’ hair, bright baby blue eyes, slim ‘n cute. Not to mention the piece of prime 7-inch uncut cock that called my boxers home.

Anyway on one Wednesday I wandered into room 12 the PC room and sat down in my normal place. As it was nearly 6:30pm the entire wing of the college was empty, so I went on line and started looking through ‘twinks on line’.

About half an hour later I was getting bored and decided to look for a new site. I came across a cool looking site so I started to browse the various personals.

What I saw next totally smacked me in the face, there I was gawking at the university’s computer administrator!

The very man who had been the soul subject of my jack-off sessions since I had started college was staring me in the face on a GAY personal!

I was so dumbstruck by this sudden revelation that I didn’t notice Dean (the administrator) enter the room and stand at my side, smirking at his own image.

I was totally oblivious to this Italian hunk’s presence until he said ‘Don’t worry, that’s not my best pic’. He totally caught me off guard and I was so startled I fell off my chair.

I scrambled, stuttering, to my feet and stammered ‘Dean!? What on earth are…’ I trailed of as I saw him eying me up and down as I squirmed in my jeans.

‘So, I guess you know about me now then? You know you’re not meant to be on these sites. I’ve been monitoring your PC usage you know’ I just stared at my feet in shame.

I had always been very secretive about my sexuality and being found out by the man of my dreams was nerve racking to say the least.

I managed to whisper ‘you know what I am?’ in a really pathetic voice. He just nodded and started to advance toward me like a Lion stalking a baby Zebra.

Then in a flash he was holding my feminine hands against the wall with fierce pressure. I closed my eyes in fear of feeling a fist connect sharply with my face but instead I felt a pair of silky, full lips on mine.

I opened my eyes in disbelieve. I was kissing the man of my wildest fantasy! I opened my lips to receive his rabid and searching tongue into my willing mouth and, of course, returned the honor.

We must have been kissing like this for about 10 minutes, with my arms held fast above my head, when he reluctantly broke the kiss he left me begging for more of that hot tongue.

He looked at me quizzically and said ‘So you liked that then boy?’

I knew it was a rhetorical question but I said ‘How couldn’t I!? I’ve never been kissed like that before.’

‘Really?’ Dean replied ‘I thought I was good but to impress a cutie like you…?’

I felt my self blush and turned away with embarrassment. Then Dean asked ‘So have you been further than that before?’

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It was my yearly golf trip. My regular foursome always went to Myrtle Beach at the end of May, when the prices were cheap and the courses not so crowded. We would spend five days, and golf our brains out, drink our livers out, and eat our guts out. It was a great time.

I was 54, married, kids and had a great job. I made lots of money, and worked my ass off. My sex life had gone to hell, and all I really had was fantasy and my sturdy, strong right hand.

The first day was great; I shot 74 and was really hitting the ball solidly. My putting was working, a soft, smooth stroke and I was driving the ball like a God. Who knows why, but I knew I was going to take advantage of my newfound swing for as long as I could.

At the end of the first round, we went into the pro shop, and I saw him. He couldn’t have been over 18, though he had to be 18 if he was working in the pro shop and handling money. He was short, very slim, with a full head of tousled blonde hair. My sexual past included some men, friends when I was young, and one or two in my early thirties. But none since then. I knew I liked cock, and loved being penetrated, but marriage, kids, a good job had knocked that out of the ball park of reality. In bed, at night, alone and with no one able to read my thoughts I jerked off to young men, old men, penetrating me, sticking their hot cocks in my mouth. But it was only at those times that I let these desires out.

But I did like to meet young guys so my fantasies were more real, tied to an actual person. And so I went to where he was checking in foursomes, even though the line was longer there. Finally, it was my turn. I had spent the time eyeing the young man, his bright blue eyes and creamy, white skin. He surely didn’t weigh over 130 pounds and couldn’t have been taller than 5′4″, where I was 6′2″, and about 215.

He looked up at me, “Hi, can I help you?”

Boy, I thought, could you ever “help me.” But instead of saying what I was thinking, I said, “sure, checking in for the 7:52 tee time, should be under my buddy’s name, McDonald.”

He looked down, checked the screen of his computer and nodded, “Great, want range balls?”

I nodded, and he passed me a token to put into the range ball machine. I handed him my gold card, he smiled, and I actually felt my prick kick just a little. This kid got me hot!

“What’s your name?”

I wanted a name to go with the face while I jerked off, “Tommy.”

I nodded, “Well, Tommy, nice to meet you.” He smiled, man was he pretty.

After the round, we pulled into the cart return area and to my surprise there was Tommy. He was cleaning carts and clubs as the golfers pulled up. I hadn’t been able to see his entire body behind the counter, and he had been wearing a baggy, white collared shirt, but now he was wearing…

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