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Work, work, work. Sometimes a man just needs to play. But today I just had so much work to do. The day started off like any other. I had decided to work from home today. I slept in a little later than normal since I would not have to put up with the drive to work. My wife had already taken the kids up to school and had gone to work herself. So, the house was all mine. I got dressed in my work at home outfit of jeans. Quite a contrast from the usual 3 piece suit. I was thinking to myself with all this quiet I should be able to get alot of work done. Was I wrong! I had been working away for a couple of hours really proud of what I was accomplishing. Then I spotted him. My computer is in my den on the second floor. From the window next to it I can see all activity. Walking down the street was the most beautiful hunk of man I have seen in a long time. He was about 5′9″ with broad shoulders narrow waist blond hair combed back. He seemed to be in his early twenties. he was wearing the tightest jeans I have ever seen and his shirt was opened revealing his broad chest. Although I have not had a gay affair since my yoounger days, lately I have been noticing other guys more and more and usually spent most of my quarters on visits to my local bookstore on the gay movies. After seeing this hunk walking down my street delivering handbills, I just had to have him. My mind started to reel. What am I crazy, I can’t afford an affair. What would the neighbors think if someone saw him and me? He is five houses away. How am I going to get him inside? What if he is completely straight. He looks like he could probably wipe me out with one swing. He is two doors away, now. I decide to try, plus he probably gets advances from other guys all the time. As he is walking up my driveway I run downstairs. I meet him at the door just as he is putting the handbill into the screen. I open the door and it just comes out “Excuse me young man, do you have a few minutes?” I say. He looks me up and down like “what is this? I have work to do.” When he gets to my crotch, he just sort of smiles.

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Hormones driving him nuts with desire he couldn’t quench. Someone attractive had only to bump up against him these days and desire surged filling his imagination with cocks spurting cum. Desperate to get home he started walking, teetering on his heels. This had been a hideous mistake. He wasn’t homosexual, he wasn’t even bisexual, he wasn’t transvestite nor transexual, not originally. He’d just lost his dick but hadn’t lost his balls and need for sex was turning him inside out twisting him into into chrissknewwhat! He’d lost his dick in a war and now he was home and his country wasn’t taking care of him the way it ought or maybe there really was nothing to be done and it was all his own fault but sure as hell he was fucked up and getting fucked-upper daily. At he teetered along the early a.m. sidewalk he noticed a car keeping pace alongside but this was New York so he ignored it till the driver quit tapping his horn lightly, overtook, mounted the kerb, stuck his fat bald head out and waved a ten. Where were cops when you needed them? Probably getting blowjobs in alleyways from men who lost their dicks in wars. “C’mon” fat baldy said waving the ten spot. He smiled greasily. “C’mon babe, ten bucks and you blow me.”

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Kevin always knew that he was different, even as a young child he knew. Girls just never interested him for anything more than as playmates or casual friends. He liked girls all right, just not like the other guys did. He always knew that he was probably gay, but when you’re young you don’t really understand all the feelings and emotions that well up inside of you as you grow to adulthood. Showing affection??? Now that was something that Kevin couldn’t even comprehend trying in his small middle class mid western town. Besides, who would he show that affection to? For all he knew he was the only gay kid in his whole school, and no one suspected that he was queer, and he wasn’t about to come out where he felt that even his parents wouldn’t understand. Feeling lonely was just something he was used to. He was certainly looking forward to his first year at State U., sure that at least there he would find others in the same boat as he. The first weeks of college life were hectic to say the least, what with twenty five thousand students in one place was overwhelming as well as exhilarating! This was the first time Kevin had ever been on his own for any length of time, and he settled into a comfortable routine. He even began to make a few friends in his classes as well as in his dormitory. His roommate, Tom, was a freshman from Chicago, so many nights were spent telling each other of life in each other’s home town. Kevin had to admit that Tom’s stories were much more interesting than his own, and Tom seemed to have plenty of tales to tell about the girls he had been with and the wild sex they had together. Luckily for him, Tom didn’t really try to pry into Kevin’s personal background so Kevin didn’t even have to lie about exploits with the opposite sex!

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The first day of basic training had arrived, and JD was simultaneously excited and apprehensive. As a gay man, there was something, something especially DELICIOUS about a man in uniform that drove him wild with desire. And now, as a recruit, he was going to be surrounded by men in uniform – HEAVEN! But he had also heard horror stories about gay recruits and wanted to ensure that no harm would come to him. He hoped, nervously, that he could control his passion without being discovered as gay. “This is your barrack.” The training officer directed. “Keep it clean and neat, or suffer the consequences. Your mommy isn’t here to pick up after you.” He explained gruffly. “Yes sir!” JD responded, unpacking his bag and storing his personal articles in his trunk. JD looked around at the other new recruits, checking out their various body shapes, hair cuts, and attitudes. Most of them seemed to be pretty friendly, and he knew they were probably as scared as he was today. JD was an attractive young man, with short dark hair, big blue eyes and long eyelashes that were the envy of all his friends. His sparkling wit and outgoing personality made him the life of the party wherever he went. His young, lithe body was in excellent shape from figure skating in college. “Get to the showers and then the barber!” The officer commanded. JD gathered his personal toiletries and followed the men to the shower room. The showers were open, and privacy was definitely not an option. He slyly checked out the other recruits laughing and joking about not dropping the soap and other gay taunts. Such a plethora of cocks! JD was in heaven!

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It had been a great day. Warm, dry and the traffic had been light.

I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The

sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not

a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a little more protection than trousers.

I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the

limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road

straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a

road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.

Hewas about 18 I assume, but it was difficult to tell. Dark hair

and deep brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic

build.

“Can I give you a lift, there’s a spare helmet in the back box.”

“Thanks very much mate.”

“Where are you going?”

“About twelve miles along this road, well I live just a bit off

but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there.”

“That’s O.K. I’ll go all the way.”

“Good, that would be super.”

“Have you ever back-ridden before?”

“No, well not on one of these.”

“Well just hold on tight and stick close behind me. Don’t try to

stay upright when I lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near

your turning tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the

next left or right turn.”

“O.K. you’re the gov.”

He climbed up and slid himself forward till he was close behind

me. Instead of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-

ously not been a back-rider before. We started off, and gathered

speed. There are some people who find the vibration and motion of a

big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that’s why I like bikes, all that

power throbbing between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,

as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a

hard bulge pressing against my rear. A few more miles and I felt his

hands slip down from my waist to my hips, then slowly he moved his

hands down onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to

stir and rise. He didn’t take his hand away, but cupped my swelling

bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-

tration, slowed and turned left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in

the distance on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I

slowed and stopped at the entrance to the drive of the cottage. He

slid off the back and removed the helmet. He stood next to me and

asked “Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I’d like to

thank you. There’s nobody in, my parents are on holiday.”

It was a bit chilly and I hadn’t had a drink since lunch. I looked

at him, and the thrusting bulge in his tracksuit. Why not.

“That would be great,” I replied. I parked the bike and went in

after him.

“Here, let me take your jacket. I’ve put the coffee on, I’m just

going to get out of these trousers, the damp has got in them. Make

yourself at home. By the way my name is Wayne.”

“Thanks, I’m Nick.” I watched as that tight little arse walked out

of the room. Don’t be silly, he would never go for someone my age; and

anyway he had done nothing since we stopped to indicate he wanted any-

thing like that; just my imagination.

I heard a door click in the kitchen and the rattle of cups. A

minute or two later Wayne came in with two cups of coffee, and very

little else. Gone was his tee-shirt and trainers. Gone were the track-

suit trousers. He was wearing a pair of white shorts. At first I

thought they were boxers, cut high in the legs, but no they were run-

ning shorts; and the way things hung and moved I could see there was

nothing underneath but flesh.

He handed me a cup and said “Sugar is on the table.”

He went across to a low table and bent down to put sugar in his

coffee. The material pulled tight across his cheeks, showing how

round, firm and neat it was. I could have grabbed it right then but,

wow Nick!, don’t be silly. I got my sugar and we stood drinking and

making small talk. He was just 16 it turned out. He’d been out walking

and was on his way home when I came across him. His parents we away in

Paris for a long weekend and so he was looking after himself for five

days. So far he had been O.K. but there were still three days to go.

I turned to put my cup on the fire surround, Wayne had finished

his. Suddenly I felt his arms slip round me again. “I enjoyed back-

riding with you. I felt very exhilarated. How did you feel?”

I turned and looked at him, he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Well, I, er felt….”

“I know how you felt, I felt it!” As he said this his hand reached

forward and cupped the bulge in my jeans. I could see the swelling in

his shorts, thick and thrusting against the material; and probing down

his right leg. It must almost have reached the bottom. “I like to feel

a cock in jeans,” he said.

“Look”, I replied, “I don’t want to seem uninterested, but I can’t

understand why a youngster like you, as good looking and well built as

you, would want to bother with someone my age!”

“Well first, I don’t like people my own age, no experience nor

staying power. Secondly there is very little around here at all. And

thirdly you are here and I am turned on. Are you going to say no?” He

was slipping my zip down as he said this. I didn’t say no. He slipped

his hand into my jeans and very gently massaged my ever swelling cock.

I ran my hands over that firm hairless, muscular body. As I caressed

his small but firm nipples he gave a low moan of pleasure. Slowly I

ran my hands across his chest and back, lower and lower, until I

reached his shorts. I took hold of that swelling cock through the thin

material. Another deep moan of pleasure.

Suddenly he burst into action. His hands were under my tee-shirt.

He pushed it up. Sucking my nipples he almost tore the tee-shirt off

me. Then hands slid down to my waist and my jeans were undone and

slipped over my thighs. “You’ve got a great arse”. He said, “Really

small and round for your age, so neat and tight.”

The with a shove I was flat on my back on a couch. My boots and

socks were ripped off, my jeans followed. He came forward and I

slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and took hold of that firm

youthful cock. He froze for a moment, then relaxed and groaned with

pleasure. I moved my hand up and down the shaft. I could feel he was

uncut, and there was just a little hair around the base. His balls

were firm and full.

I stood up before him and put my hands on his waist. My nipples

were lust in line and he nibbled and sucked them for a moment. I slid

down to my knees and slowly slipped those shorts down over his arse.

His cock, almost six inches I would guess, thrust out straight and

proud from his body. All reticence went, I slipped my lips over that

young shaft and sucked and tongued it. He groaned and moaned, as I

tongued the tip he writhed with pleasure. Then he pulled me off him

and up.

It was his turn, and he dropped in front of me. He nibbled my cock

through the material of my briefs, and then pulled them down with his

teeth; all the time squeezing and massaging my arse. He licked and

kissed his way up my legs and slipped his smooth young lips over my

cock. It filled his mouth and he gagged a bit but sucked long and

deep. I didn’t know how much more of that I could take. He stopped and

stood up. Pulling my head down he kissed me, our tongues probing and

touching. Then he led me upstairs to a bedroom.

“Please lay on the bed, across not end to end. I want to see and

handle all of you. Your cock is long and very thick, a beauty.”

“So is yours”, I replied, “And you also have a nice bum.”

He open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out a plastic

bottle. He poured something into his hand and started to rub my cock

again. It was baby oil. He rubbed it all over my cock and balls, and

down between my legs. “Please rub some into my cock too, Sir,” he

asked.

I slowly rubbed it all over his cock and balls. By now he had his

legs and bum near my head and was reaching down to my legs. He lifted

the left legs and rubbed oil into my arse. He probed the hole and I

moaned. My arse is very very sensitive, but very little used.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied in a horse whisper.

He moved and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs

onto his shoulders and started to rub more oil into my cock. It felt

great and I closed my eyes with pleasure. I felt his finger at my arse

again and it probed inside; no that was no finger. I open my eyes and

looked at Wayne. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he slid

hid cock into my arse. He thrust in time with the rubbing of my cock,

and each thrust produced a deep satisfied moan.

I thought he was going to cum, but no, he pulled out of me. He

climbed up and sat on my stomach. He rubbed my throbbing rock hard

cock, which was behind him and against his arse. Then he lifted him-

self and position my cock against his bum hole. Slowly he lowered him-

self, but as it pushed in he froze and moaned, this time with pain.

“I want it, but its so big, please I want it!” He pushed down

again, but as soon as I was a bit more in he stopped and I could see

the expression of pain on his face.

“Don’t worry Wayne, if you can’t manage it, don’t hurt yourself.”

“But I want it, and the pain is good as well as bad.” He pushed

down some more and I was almost in when he stopped. “Ohhhh! God it is

big!”

I could see it was really hurting, but he would not stop pushing

down. I could also feel just how tight he was. He pushed once more and

so I took a hand. As I felt his pressure go on I thrust up with my

hips as hard as I could. He yelled, screamed, and I slid into that

tight arse.

“Oh God, thank you,” he said and fell onto my chest.

I slowly drew out and thrust again, he moaned and move. I repeated

the thrust and withdrawal, he sat up. Now he was moving, up and down,

pushing so hard he almost had my balls in him as well. Up and down, up

and down, moaning and groaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Oh no, I’m going to cum without touching myself, Oh God, Oh God

Oh……”

He pumped up and down, faster and faster; then with a mighty down-

ward push that nearly sent me through the bottom of the bed he shoot

his young warm juices all over my chest and face. He fell forward onto

his own cum and rubbed it in with his body. He licked my face clean.

Slowly he rose from off me. He licked my body clean of his cum,

slowly working down to mt now dripping rampant cock. His lips closed

over it, and he sucked long and deep. My hand slid between his legs

and I played with his now soft cock. In no time he was hard again and

he eagerly sucked me, and I fucked his mouth. I knew I couldn’t hold

out much longer.

He was sucking as hard as he could and fucking my hand. My body

lifted in an arc off the bed and I gave a mighty moan and froze. My

hot cum shot into his eager mouth, over and over again. The first wave

caused him to cum a second time. He sucked and swallowed and sucked

and swallowed. At last I was empty. He licked my softening cock and my

balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me.

We must have fallen asleep very quickly. It was pitch black we

woke up.

“I don’t suppose you could stay the night could you?”

“I haven’t got any things Wayne.”

“You’ll only need a toothbrush and a lot of stamina; and I’ve got

a spare toothbrush.”

When I eventually got home late the next day I slept for 15 hours.

Wayne was the best back-rider I’ve ever had.

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I answered the classified ad with trepidation. I was married, everyone

assumed I had the perfect life and here I was answering an ad from a

guy looking to have sex with “bi-curious” men. In the letter to the

blind box address I accurately described myself as 6′ 1″, with brown

hair, brown eyes, a swimmer’s build and a great tan – except for my

brilliant white ass which was always protected by a Speedo. I drove to

the Post Office and was literally shaking as I dropped the letter in

the mail chute.

A couple weeks later an envelope with no return address appeared in my

post office box. I quickly tore open the flap and a color photograph

dropped into my lap. The guy in the picture had striking dark features

- and an unbelievable body. From what little he was wearing it

appeared as if he were a professional dancer. The enclosed letter

explained he owned a fitness club and spent a great deal of his time

teaching aerobics. He had always known he was attracted to guys.

However, being from one of the wealthiest and most socially prominent

families in town did not give him the option of being openly gay. In

fact, he was marrying into one of the other “better” families in town

the following month.

I could relate to his message. I had also forced all thoughts of

possibly being gay into the farthest recesses of my mind. I knew my

family would never accept that I could be gay and most likely I would

be disowned. That was the last thing I had wanted. Instead, I married

my college sweetheart. Although I really did love her, the desire to

be with another man was overpowering.

Feeling almost sick to my stomach, I called the phone number in the

letter when I got home. My voice cracked as I asked for “Michael.” The

masculine response on the other end of the line was: “Speaking.”

After explaining who I was, and some idle chit-chat, he suggested I

come by his gym two mornings later. He said it would not seem unusual

to his employees to have someone stop by to visit him at work. I could

be an old friend or possibly a new client for his sideline as a

personal trainer. He told me that if I were wearing gym clothes I

would fit right in.

Two days later I kissed my wife goodbye as she went off to work and I

headed for the shower to relax. I was incredibly nervous. As the hot

water cascaded down my torso I caught myself running my hands over my

chest, stomach and down to my crotch. My cock was twitching with

anticipation of what might happen later that morning. I stroked

myself, bringing myself to the verge of an explosive orgasm. I

suddenly stopped, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. My prick

remained rock hard as I toweled the excess water from my skin.

I caught a glimpse of myself in front of the full-length mirror in the

bedroom. I had to admit I looked pretty good. The sharp lines of my

summer tanning focused all attention on the smooth white globes of my

bubble-butt. I turned around and noticed the V-shape of my chest

directed my eyes immediately down to my still-engorged cock. The red

of the fleshy pole and my dark, trimmed public hair stood out against

the pale vee of my crotch.

I stepped into a black jockstrap and had to pack my cock into the

front pouch. A pair of tight yellow Dolphin running shorts were pulled

up over the jock, presenting an inviting package from the front or

back. I pulled one of my old fraternity T-shirts over my still wet

hair and I was ready to go.

After about a ten-minute drive I arrived at Michael’s fitness center.

The sound of the latest aerobic music and the clanging of weights

mixed with the unmistakable aroma of male sweat. A couple of women

walked by in their workout gear, looking me up and down as I neared

the front counter. The young guy at the desk did the same as I asked

for Michael.

From a doorway to the left came an amazing man. His dark tan and black

hair made his beautiful smile seem brilliant white. He stuck out his

hand to grab mine and gave me a strong firm shake. He was obviously

pleased at what he saw as he rounded the counter to join me – and so

was I.

“Tony, my friend Jeff and I are going to go look at that site I’m

considering for the new gym. If Tina calls tell her I’ll be back in a

couple hours.”

The kid behind the desk smiled knowingly as he answered, “Sure, Mike.”

We got into his BMW and his hand immediately started rubbing my leg.

The mound in my shorts started pushing the fabric to its limits and

this didn’t go unnoticed by my new friend.

Michael pulled out of the parking lot and hit the highway. His hand

never left my body. No words were exchanged as we drove through a

business district and into an upper-class residential neighborhood.

The homes got bigger and more secluded as we went up into the hills.

Finally, he pulled into the driveway of a massive Tudor home and

stopped. As we got out of the car he explained this was his parent’s

home and they were away in Palm Springs.

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