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Hey everyone, I have been a little under the weather… I thought at the very least I would post a favorite sex story of mine. I will still post a makeup Free Movie Monday, since I didn’t post that yesterday. So stay tuned!

The Boy on the Boat:

Copyright GSC - Edward James

Mick stood in the master cabin before the full length mirror and, in the dull orange light invading through the skylight above him, looked at himself. He’d seen his body a million times before but this time it was different. This time something real was about to happen to it, something he’d never known before. He had not joked when he said he’d never been with another man he had never come close. There had been offers at the pool, at the bars and clubs, even at school but something had always held him back. He remembered, as a child, lying in his bed at night, fighting to stay awake in case his father came up and said goodnight. But he never came, he was always asleep when the man returned from work and then one day he was not at home at all. At boarding school he lay awake wishing an adult would come to him and sit with him. Just to reassure him that there was someone there. No one ever did. Through his teens only other boys would approach his lonely bed at night and slip a hand under the sheets, he would push it away. He didn’t want what the others were doing. He wanted his father to come and say goodnight, to tell him he was loved. Then that wore away until he was left with just the longing for someone to tell him, to love him, and he dreamed of how it would be. The perfect man, it had to be a man, not another boy and in the perfect place at the right time. When Mick was ready, when he knew everything would be right.

When he had first met Jake he had sensed the person was right, older than himself, in control but also needing to be organised. Someone Mick could serve and learn from at the same time. When he had seen the boat he had known the place would be right. Whether the boat was anchored off some idyllic island or in a busy port it didn’t matter. It was the boat that held the magic. And now Mick felt right, everything was in place. He turned the ring on his finger. It felt good there, like it belonged.

Now he wished he had experimented before. All he knew about sex was from what he’d read in novels and what he’d seen in the occasional film. Would it hurt? Would it be a disappointment? Would he fumble and would Jake laugh at him?

His body turned chilly and he shivered at his own reflection. He was twenty three, he was fit, he was a swimming champion. But was he attractive, and could he trust Jake?

He sat on the edge of the bed feeling the white silk sheets beneath him. Above he could hear a creaking rope, the murmur of a distant engine and a few voices laughing as people passed by on the shore. And within the softly rocking boat, the sound of a man, in the shower, heavy splashes of water and the lathering of soap. Just like in the films. As he waited obediently, he noticed that Jake had put condoms on the table by the bed and despite being high on dope, he felt nervous.

Finally he heard the shower stop. There were a few minutes of silence as Jake dried himself and then he came into the cabin. He switched off the bathroom light and Mick saw the man’s dark, hazel coloured eyes looking down at him.

Jake was naked. His hair was damp and his dark, unshaved face was rugged. Undressed, his shoulders seemed broader somehow and his chest was defined and covered with a tangle of soft, dark hair. Mick let his own eyes travel further down, across the flat stomach to strong thighs and firm legs covered with softer, even hair which stopped at the ankles. His eyes looked back up to linger on the heavy, dark cock, seemingly half erect, hanging expectantly over uneven balls, the head only partly showing from beneath a smooth foreskin. No wide veins, like in the books, no circumcision like in the films. Suddenly there was no nervousness in Mick’s mind. Just excitement. This was the man he had waited for.

And the man was kind. He seemed to be letting Mick take his time and the boy appreciated this. Then, after a while he felt his towel slowly pulled from him and he was pushed back. He closed his eyes, he couldn’t look at his own penis, thinking it inadequate before Jake’s, but he could feel it grow and slide along his thigh in anticipation.

He expected to feel hot breath between his legs and grasping hands but none came. Instead he was aware of a warm kiss on the sole of his right foot. The sensation made him jolt. The first contact, the first moment of sex, he had not expected it to start there. Then the mouth was on his other foot, then his ankles. Large hands were stroking his legs, soft breath on his knees, fingers wrapped around his thighs, massaging the muscles from front to back. He smiled and knew he had been right to wait.

The kisses dipped in and out of his rippled stomach and the firm tongue drew lines of heat across his panting chest. One side then the other, always even, always fair. The mouth warmed his nipples and he felt a rush of heat through his entire body. The broad hands stroked every inch of his arms and fingers rose up to cup his head as both of his eyelids were kissed by soft lips.

He felt legs astride him and the heavy cock resting on his stomach. His hands were held and slid behind his head by stronger hands as he was moved into a willing submissiveness. He felt the tongue play with each ear, sending shivers of pleasure to his chest and he heard soft, deep breathing close to him. Then he heard a voice, a man’s voice, closer and real, whispering to him, ‘you are beautiful.’

And in that moment he was, at last. He was being made to feel beautiful. He was being adored, worshipped and loved. He felt at home and safe, his heart was racing and he breathed fast but inside he felt a new, unexplored calmness.

‘Just do what ever I do,’ the guiding voice whispered, tending to his innocence.

His eyes still closed, he felt Jake’s lips only a breath away from his. He opened his mouth and could sense the other’s breath in his throat, mingling with his own. His own tongue reached out and met the tip of the other. Only a fraction of skin meeting a fraction of skin made his whole body tighten and everything he had been feeling in his extremities rushed to that point and erupted with a vivid, electric explosion as their mouths closed together. He was beautiful.

Then Jake was moving back down. His kisses exploding like tiny mines of pleasure on Mick’s body until they came to rest on the small tuft of pubic hair. He felt Jake’s chin touch the tip of his painfully sensitive penis and he held his breath when all of it was taken into a hot, deep mouth. Only then did he make a sound, a soft moan of pleasure that had been waiting to leave him for many lonely years. Within a few seconds that pleasure exploded and was released as he could wait no longer.

But still he was beautiful. Jake was telling him so as he turned Mick onto his stomach and started kissing where Mick never knew pleasure could be found.

The kisses turned to fingers, slippery and uncomfortable. The films and books came flooding back to him and his heart beat faster. Then the pleasure again, which, for a moment, turned to searing hot pain. His breath was stolen from him as the weight of the older man covered him. He gasped in unexpected ecstasy and his head thrashed on the pillow as, behind his closed eyes, he saw flashes of electric blue and silver. But then the pain eased slowly and another pleasure began. He was tending to Jake now, giving him what he wanted and Mick was more beautiful because of it. He felt owned, needed and he loved it. He was engulfed by Jake’s entire body, their hands gripped together under him, their legs wrapped tightly at the ankles and Mick strained his neck to kiss the man as he felt him shudder and gasp behind him.

It was only when Jake had collapsed beside him that Mick felt a tear roll from his eye. He wasn’t sad or angry. He didn’t feel bad. Nothing as simple or expected as that, he felt whole. Jake turned to him and caressed his back, kissing Mick’s head and smoothing over the tears. The older man kissed one away and held Mick’s head in one hand turning it from the pillow to face him.

‘What is it?’ he asked kindly, spreading other teardrops across the boy’s cheek with his thumb. ‘Everything o.k.?’

Mick looked at him and tried to find the right words, he couldn’t. Instead he slid tighter into Jake’s arms wrapping them around him. He felt safer and more at home than he had ever done before. He smiled to himself.

Jake was already drifting into sleep, his breathing slowing and deepening. Mick stroked the hairs on the man’s wide arms and felt a small kiss on his back.

‘Goodnight Jake,’ he whispered.
‘Goodnight Andreas,’ the man replied.

Who was Andreas?

We’re in a police station, I’m not sure of the country. The officer has brought in a lad, late teens early twenties. Dark hair, black trousers and jumper. His hands are behind his back as he is interviewed. The officer is also dark haired, but older. He types notes on his typewriter. He pauses for a moment to take off his jacket, lights a cigarettes and un cuffs the boy.

The boy has a smooth face and the conversation is making him smile. The officer is also clean shaven, but not as cute. The lad looks bored, he starts rubbing his thighs, his hand slips to his crotch as he accepts a smoke from the officer.

They both smoke, the lad answers questions. He rubs his leg occasionally, his long fingers straying to his crotch. The man types, the boy starts to come on to him, maybe to get himself out of the trouble he is in. The boy is sweating, he uses the officer’s hat to wipe his face, the officer object, the lad wants to take off his jumper. The officer stops him. The boy is petulant and bored, he doesn’t care. He’s looking for a way out of here.

We see his face, closer, and his eyes are blue. As he fans his body, by lifting the bottom of his jumper, he reveals a glimpse of smooth stomach. More typing, the interview continues, the boy finally takes off his jumper and the officer now allows it. His chest is defined and smooth, hairless. He pushes his thumbs into his trouser’s waste band.

It looks like the boy is getting hard in there. He’s stroking himself through his tight black trousers more firmly. He has round brown nipples. Now his hand is inside his trousers, he leans back in the chair. The officer comes over to him, putting his gun on table and suddenly manhandles the boy to the wall. He frisks the semi-naked lad, running his palms over the round ass, feeling the lad through his shiny black trousers. He reaches in around the lad and empties his pockets, spreads his legs with a swift kick, turns the lad around and forces him to take off his belt.

The lad is teasing him, acting coquettish. He opens his trousers and slips them down. He has only a few hairs, and a small cut cock. He has small, tight balls. His trousers are removed, he’s pushed against the wall, made to squat down. The officer squats behind him and spreads his ass cheeks to examine him. He spreads his smooth ass hole wide, twisting the flesh. He gives the lad slap on his ass.

And then the officer gives in to the lad and they are kissing.

The lad is loving it. The officer licks the lad’s chest, his tongue slides over the dark round nipples, tickles the hard points of flesh then travels over flat stomach, downwards. The boy’s mouth is open and pouting. The older man gets the youthful cock in his hand and starts sucking. It’s now hard, it has thick veins running underneath. The boy’s cock-head is slipping in and out. The lad reaches behind and beneath to play with his own balls. The man’s head slides back and forth, holding the cock by its base. The boy looks down at him, the man presses his thumb under his balls. The smooth orbs have goose pimples, they are shaved, hairless and perfectly round.

And the lad’s cock is thick, six inches of boy meat being serviced by the older man. The boy starts to pant and gasp, this is getting better. His hips thrust into the man’s mouth, the officer feeds it in.

This is the best sucking the boy’s ever had. The policeman starts to take off his shirt, revealing an army green tee shirt underneath. He kneels between the boy’s legs, still sucking on his wet cock. The lad holds his head and pushes it onto him, his balls are still tight. He is strong, he has broad shoulders, a smooth, hairless chest. He fucks the man’s mouth. The officer has his eyes closed as he does his work like a robot, back and forth, in and out. How much can the lad take before he shoots?

The older guy now licks the cock-head, cut, red and smooth, slippery with saliva. The boy is still gasping and panting, almost in disbelief. The sucking motion is getting faster. Until the officer lets him go and stands. He lifts his tee shirt over his head and off, his smooth, powerful chest can be seen. The boy undoes the officer’s trousers, they drop quickly. The man is as hard as hell already.

His cock is long, his pubes completely shaved, his balls up and tight as the lad starts working down there. He can’t get all of the huge cock into his mouth, but he tries. He is holding and squeezing the man’s balls, grasping the shaft in his fist and trying to push it all into his mouth. The officer looks down at him and boy takes half the cock, it’s all he can manage. He wanks himself as he sucks. His face moves in a regular rhythm. His head twists around the shaft, licking the cock on all sides. The man smirks and plays with his own nipples.

Then the lad sits on sofa his cock limp and untouched, but still long. He licks beneath the man’s cock. He looks up into man’s eyes as his tongue licks along the shaft again. The older guy fucks the youthful face, holds the boy still and forces his cock in. Then he allows thee boy to lick his cock some more. The lad licks the smooth, big balls, twisting his head in all directions to leave nothing untouched, the man’s crotch is wet and hot. The cock stands up rigid, pointing upwards as the lad works his tongue on those balls. Slowly he licks up and over the cock and then the shaft slips into his mouth again.

But the officer wants more.

Now he orders the lad onto the sofa, facing away. He spreads the young ass cheek and starts to lick. His long, powerful tongue tickles the lad’s hole, his fingers pull it open. The boy’s jaw drops and his face screws up in pleasure. The man has him held tight and buries his face right in there. Then his long tongue just touches the hole, then he digs it in, slips it inside the boy who gasps as he gets his first tongue fucking.

But it does not last long. The officer wants more.

He is fucking the boy now. His long cock pushes into the tight hole, the boy guides it in with his hands and cries out as the man fucks him fast and hard. The officer moans too. The lad can’t believe the feeling, he wants more. The smooth man-ass is humping up and down on the smooth body beneath. The cock slides in the lube slips out, the boy’s split wide open and cries out for more. The officer encourages him on. The boy’s cock has gone limp beneath him as he is fucked dog style. The man goes slow in and around, out, right out, back in, slow around, in and out. He plays with his own balls as he fucks. The boy grabs his own cock and holds it. He tries to look over his shoulder at man. The officer fucks faster, an unrelenting speed and thrusts hard, really fast, then slow again. The lad doesn’t know what to do, he just gasps and moans.

Slow again, he’s getting a good man fuck. In, out, quick, getting faster the boy cries out again. His booted feet try to grip the floor. The officer’s hips jab faster again like a trip hammer, relentless. The lad starts moving his buttocks around, circles, matching the man’s thrusts. Pushing back, wanting more and deeper; his mouth couldn’t take it all but his ass can.

He’s still bent over, his cock now small as the pleasure is in his arse. He says he wasn’t to come, the fucking makes him want to come. He groans and gasps, whimpers as the speed increases.

But now the lad wants more.

He moves and stand with one foot up on the desk, offering his bubble but ass to the officer for more and harder pounding. As the offer rams home the boy picks up the gun and starts sucking on it, wishing it were another man’s cock. Beneath him his cock and balls sway back and forth, free in the air. The officer holds him by the hips and watches his cock thrust in and out. The lad sucks on the barrel of the gun, he licks it, imagining that is were another cock. The officer teases, goes slow again, dipping his hips, pushing in and up slowly, then faster. The boy can’t take much more he’s gasping again.

Suddenly the officer pulls out and wanks himself. He bends the boy down, aims and shoots his thick load over the smooth young back. His jism runs into boy’s crack. The man’s balls are tight, his cock red, there is spunk all over the smooth flesh. It splatters and drips. He wipes it around, rubbing it in. The boy moans in satisfaction and turns, wanks himself quickly to a climax and shoots on the man’s chest with loud groans. Masses of youth spunk drips onto the man’s still hard cock as the boy gasps and cries out. Splatter, drip, rubs it in, rubs it down to the man’s balls. They rub their cocks together. Kiss with their cocks touching, their tongues playing again. The boy is feeling his cock as it start to go limp again.

But the boy still has the gun. He aims it at the officer, forces him back to the sofa and makes him sit. Quickly he grabs his clothes and backs to the door. With the man’s cum still drying on his smooth skin and his ass still stretched by the huge cock, he slips from the room and escapes.

This is not about my first time, but rather my brother- in-law’s. My sister Karen is drop dead gorgeous, and she always got the hottest looking guys. Well when she met Jeff she fell head over heels in love. Jeff is (in my opinion) a greek god come to life. He is 6′2″ 190 and solid as a rock with piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. Karen and Jeff got married about 7 months ago. It was a killer bash at the reception. My dad went all out because he really liked Jeff (the whole family did) and it was his only daughter. This was my first time that I saw what Karen really liked about Jeff. In the mens room I was taking a piss as my new brother -in-law strolled up to the urinal next to me. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak (he was shit faced drunk, I could of drew a picture of his dick and he wouldn’t have known). My god is was about 4-5 inches soft and uncut. I was staring at it forever as he just happily pissed away. I was jeaslous of Karen all my life because she got everything she wanted..and now she has the perfect man too..boy was I bummed.

Jeff became like a real brother to me in the comming months. He never had any brothers or sister so he would come over to my apartment to watch football or if he needed to get out of the house. He was great and there was one thing that I admired about him more than anything else was the way he treated me. I think he really appreciated our family and how we welcomed him in…He was always telling me how much he loved us all.

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Author : Stephanie

The campus at State U. was so big, and Pete couldn’t get over that fact as he walked across the Quad on this first day of class. As a freshman he had so much to learn about life at a big college like State U. Worries about new classes, being away from home for the first time and of course tonight the initiation into the fraternity he was pledged to last week. He was a little worried about that, because he had heard horror stories about frat hazing that had turned out tragically, and while he had been assured by current members that nothing dangerous would happen and that the entire initiation was actually quite pleasant. Well, he hoped so!

At ten o’clock sharp all ten new members TRI K fraternity were ushered into a dark room where each pledge was instructed to remove all of their clothing and sit down and be quiet. In 15 minutes or so each pledge was blindfolded and led into another room where he was instructed to stand at attention. After all the pledges were standing in a circle naked, they were instructed to remain motionless no matter what happened to them. Pete was starting to get that fearful feeling when he felt something touching his pecker, and next he felt a mouth engulf his now stiffening organ! Throughout the room he heard other gasps as he assumed other cocks were being sucked as well! Before he could cum, the mouth pulled away from his dick and he was left standing with a monster hard on shaking in the wind!

A voice then instructed the pledges to sit down on chairs being placed behind them, and in no time flat, hands were forcing their heads forward and an order to “open your mouth” was spoken. Before he knew what had happened a soft cock was shoved into his mouth! The order to “suck it!!” was then given, and Pete, while dazed and confused, began sucking on the now hardening pecker. He could hear the sounds of cock-sucking going on all around the room and wondered if he was going to have to take a load of cum in his mouth. After about five minutes of sucking the cock was pulled from his mouth and his blindfold was removed. Pete could then see that they were in a room lit only by candles, but even in this dim light, however, he could see that everyone was naked and erect, and the older brothers were standing outside the ring of pledges slowly jerking their dicks. The president of the frat then laid down the rule to the new members, ” If an older brother ever needs a suck off, you will suck him then and there on his request, if an older brother asks you to jerk off for any reason you will do it then and there, if and older brother asks you to suck anyone else, you will do it then and there, do you all understand these rules, if so answer yes.” “If you agree to abide by the rules laid down here tonight you are all now probationary members.”

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I was P.E. teacher’s assistant, or “office boys” as we were called. I was in the boy’s lockerroom two times a day. For me it was like dying and going to heaven twice a day. There were three of us per period and we had various duties, the best of which was passing out the towels from the “towel cage”. The towel cage was situated at the rear of the locker room in the middle of two sets of showers, in an area where everyone had dry off. Given that my hard-on was hidden behind the high counter of the cage I was free to ogle and fantasize at all the different sizes and shapes of the dicks of maybe a hundered different boys a day. I held the post of office boy for two years. After a while you start to take note of the kids that got hard-ons every now and then. I knew that these boys where my kind. So over the years I took the inicitive to befriend as many as possible. And Craig was the first to pay off.

Craig was excused from dressing for P.E. because his arm was in a cast. So on one particular day when my two fellow office boys where absent, Craig was recruited to help me out. I got my regular erection after doing my duties in the the cage. I saw that Craig was also hard. I had seen his hard-on in the flesh a number of times and I wanted more than anything to touch it and feel it and even suck it, if he would let me. Even though he was shorter (5′8″-5′9″) and thinner that me, I knew that his cock was at least two inches longer than mine. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and pale flawless skin. Since this was the fourth period class one of the things we had to do was make sure everyone was out of the locker room for the lunch period before we could leave. So, I made my move after everone had left and we were taking the used towels from the bags at the exits of the locker room, back to the cage. With all the kids gone and the coaches in the office area I strait out asked him why he got hard when he took his showers. At first he denied that he did. But I told him that I saw it with my own eyes. Then I said “It happens to me too, I just want to know why.” After being quiet for a while I asked did he like girls. He answered, “I guess so”. Then I asked if he liked boys and he looked at me and said, “I don’t know.” Then I said, “Me too.”

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Copyright GSC 2006

‘You awake?’ No answer.

‘Sean, mate. You awake?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Can’t sleep. You?’
‘No. Too much noise from the rest of the lads. SHUT UP OUT THERE!’
A voice from a nearby tent: ‘Sorry sarge.’
‘Fucking cadets.’
‘What’s the time?’
‘How the fuck do I know Pete?’
‘Must be late.’
‘Get to sleep.’
‘Can’t.’
‘Something on your mind?’
‘Yeah. Something with big tits and the tightest, wettest slit.’
‘Go on.’
‘What d’you mean go on?’
‘Tell me more Pete. Tell me what she’s doing.’

Breathing can be heard within the tent as the camp outside falls silent.‘She’s kneeling, smiling up at me, her lips are wet, sticky from her thick lipstick.’
‘You naked?’
‘Oh yes. And my hand’s wrapped around my cock, it’s almost hard, getting there as she looks at it and licks those shiny red lips. She wants it. She opens her mouth. She licks the end, her tongue tickles around my nob. Her breath is real hot.’
‘Give it to her Pete.’
‘She doesn’t need telling. She slips her mouth over it and takes it all in. All seven inches till her face is buried in my bush and her chin presses on my bollocks.’
‘Fuck Pete, you’re giving me a boner.’

The rustle of a sleeping bag, a zip opens.

‘Not as big as the boner she’s giving me. She’s making groaning noises, slurps on it at the back of her throat. I push it in, she backs off a bit. Her fingernails are digging into the base of my shaft.’

The sound of a hand rubbing on the inside of the sleeping bag. Flesh on nylon. A slow rhythm starting.

‘She’s licking up the underneath of my shaft, playing with my fat cock.’
‘Wish I had someone’s hand around my cock right now, Pete.’
‘Use your imagination Sean. Anything’s possible.’
‘Imagine she’s holding your cock now Sean, can you feel her hand on it?’
‘I’m not sure mate, don’t feel anything yet.’

Another zip opens. Someone shifts position slightly.

‘Now?’
‘Yeah, that’s it. She’s got her hand around it now.’
‘What do you want her to do with it Sean?’
‘Wank me. Slowly, really slow and quiet. So no one hears’
‘Like this?’
‘I want her to grip it harder.’
‘It’s big Sean, she likes your big cock. She likes to feel your skin in her hand as she covers your nob with it. She likes to pull it right back down to your… shaved pubes, stretching your skin right back and squeezing your thick cock.’
‘She’s good… Jesus she’s good.’
‘You getting it now mate?’
‘Nice and slow girl, take your time, build me up.’
‘Slow and hard. Pulls her hand to your nob, runs her thumb around your slit, nice and wet already. Then down again to your shaved skin, gets her fingers underneath to feel your bollocks, she wants to know every part of you while she’s got the chance.’
‘Fuck yeah… Slow and hard… Pete. Like this.’

A movement, uncertain, disturbing the sleeping bag. Someone shifts closer.

‘Slow and hard like this.’
‘She’s got me now too, Sean. She’s got both our cocks in her hand and she’s wanking us together. Nice and slow.’
‘Picture her licking your nob then mine, one after the other. Here’s her tongue around your cut cock. Here’s her fingers in your thick bush and all the time…’
‘Slowly, together, skin over, skin back, playing with our balls.’
‘She’s kneeling now, wanking you while she blows me, I can feel my balls tighten, she’s good at this.’
‘She gunna make you cum Sean? You getting close?’
‘Too close mate… No, don’t speed up. I like the torture.’
‘Slow and hard Sean, I know. That’s it, I like that too mate.’
‘Feel good?’
‘You’re a fucking great mate, Sean.’
‘Oh Jesus, it’s coming… Slow down.’
‘Can’t help it mate, you’re… she’s so… Yes, play with my balls.’
‘Run your finger over my nob. Now wank me mate, slowly… I’m nearly there.’
‘She’s got her mouth open Sean, she’s ready to catch it all. You want her to take it in her mouth?’
‘Will she do that for me?’

Quick movements, a grunt, faster rhythm of flesh on nylon, flesh on flesh. Wet, fast, frantic.

‘She wants to taste your man spunk. She wants you to taste hers.’
‘Move around me…’
‘Like this?’
‘Fuck Pete, I can’t hold it.’
‘Your mouth open Sean?’
‘Yeah. Yours?’
‘I’m ready.’
‘Can’t hold it mate… oh Jes… I’m gunna…’
‘Let it come mate, let it go. With me, together… I’m…’
‘Oh no, oh God, oh fuck…’
‘Harder Sean, wank me… harder…’
‘Urgh… yeah… fuck…’
‘Oh… yes!’
‘Oh yeah.’
‘Mate.’
‘Oh yeah… yeah… oh.’

A long silence. Someone moves. Zips closing. Breathing calms.

Waiting.

‘You awake?’

No answer.

‘Sean mate, you awake?’

Silence.

Half an hour there, half an hour back. He needed booze. Friday night, minus 30 outside. Sure he’d dress for the walk to the liquor store, but he would need to stop somewhere to warm up half way there. Being so late there was of course, not a place in sight. Through the lane of machine shops, impound yards. He could just huddle under a tree if he had to.

On his way he came across a semi-truck parked in the lane that ran behind his house. That was unusual. Most big rigs park near gas stations at least. The trucker was checking his load of pipes, cinching them down. He got a nod from the trucker. Friendly guy he thought. And why, he had no idea. So. The walk back. He was nearly unable to hold onto the bag containing the two six packs of strong beer he bought. His hands were numb. Looking down to shield his face from the wind, he walked close to the flat bed of the truck, which was still there, to block more wind. Suddenly.

“Hey bud!” came a yell from the trucker hanging out the door of the cab. “Warm in here..if you need to warm up.”

Oh heck. He had no time for second thoughts in this cold. He walked back to the cab and hopped in. “Thanks. You don’t know how I appreciate this.”

The trucker smiled. “You could show me…” came another reply.

His heart raced with concern at the remark. “If I could have one of those beers.”

With relief he pulled out a six-pack and took one off, giving it to the trucker. “These rigs can idle all night. Keeps warm enough to stay awhile. He was a bigger man than him. Not enormously so. That did not give him cause for alarm. That he may be some crazy fool was the concern. “It’s okay,â€? the trucker said. “You look worried. I am not a maniac.” He looked the trucker in the eye. “Just thought I’d be nice,â€? the trucker said. Then he did something, forward? Patted him on the thigh. He was burning up in the heat of the cab with his layers of clothes. “Let’s go in the sleeper. More leg room.” The trucker removed all but his t-shirt and jeans, sitting on the sleeper bed in his stocking feet. “You live around here?”

He had already downed a beer and was feeling relaxed. But not relaxed enough to tell this stranger exactly where he lived. “About a mile up the lane.”

The trucker gave a husky laugh. “Too cold to go chasing some ass you know.” Ass. Was this man after HIS ass?

“Well, ass is where you find it.” he replied. “Yes. So get your ass relaxed and take some of those clothes off.”

That sounded like a pass. Was he gay? The trucker. Was he gay himself. No. But he got a good look at the trucker’s ass when he was checking his load. Did he ever think of taking a guy’s ass? Yes. “I’ll take another of those cold ones.” The trucker reached out for one. The remaining beer he had placed between his legs. So the trucker brushed against his crotch as he took another beer.

“Hey,” he replied, “I might just get that ass you were speaking off.” The trucker then had a wide eyed look. “I’m not gay sir.”

“Neither am I.”

Published April 2007 - public newsforum - Author: ruff boy

Hometown College
by Henry Higgins

When I graduated from high school, it was not cool to go to our hometown college. Lots of kids in our school went away to snob schools like Princeton and Harvard. Others went to Big 10 schools. Still others chose a state university. Only poorer students and the socially challenged went to the hometown school. My parents were financially comfortable, but not wealthy. Moreover, I didn’t feel ready to go to college too far away. So that September, I registered at a state university about 50 miles from our town and in a neighboring state — just far enough for me to feel independent, yet where I could still go back home every now and then so my mom could do my laundry.

State universities out West traditionally have strong agricultural departments and my new school was no exception. Besides all the regular start-of-school activities, we also enjoyed the high jinks of some ag students who got drunk one night and decided to put a pig in an elevator in one of the girls’ dorms. Classes started off sedately for freshmen and I tried to blend in.

Fall in the foothills of the Rockies is a gradual thing. Early October is still as warm as September. Not until late October, do nights turn crisp and leaves begin to turn golden or brown before dropping from their trees. Still, the days are warm and the sunshine brilliant. It was one of my favorite times of the year. The whole world seemed full of promise and change. That fall term, I studied fairly hard, got a job at the campus radio station, and made passing grades. Was life good, or what?

Somehow, I missed the fraternity rush season — probably because I was too wrapped up in adjusting to living alone, or rather mostly alone. My roommate didn’t spend much time in his dorm room. So, I found it easy to spend more time at the radio station, even when I wasn’t working.

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Story by: Jack Samson

Mr Sx. Sat before his bank of video screens and watched the boys arrive. He flicked his dark, reddened eyes across the monitors and squinted through the gloom at the first bedroom.
Rob and Simon stood in awkward silence, their cases beside them, and stared at the bed.
‘Just one?’ Simon said nervously.
‘That bother you?’ Rob sounded more confident.
‘No. As long as…’
‘What?’
‘As long as you don’t take advantage during the night and make me lose,’
Simon took his case to the far side of the bed. ‘It’s a big bed man,’ Rob laughed. ‘You won’t even know I’m in it with you.’ In his dark tower Mr. Sx laughed too. Little did the boys know what adventures and temptations he had lined up for them. Trying to keep their hands off each other in a double bed was going to be the least of their worries.

He looked across to the Great Hall monitor. Karl was leading two more contestants into the castle. He looked at his notes and recognised Tim, the poor country boy, the cutest of them all. But he did not recognise the other lad. Angry and confused he slammed his fist onto the side of his chair and was just about to send for Karl, for an explanation, when the console directly in front of him flickered into life. Ivan’s face appeared on the monitor. His deep blue eyes shinned up and calmed the Master immediately.

‘Yes Ivan?’ Mr. Sx asked quietly. The sight of his favourite boy always appeased him.

‘Your conference call is ready sir,’ Ivan said politely. ‘Shall I patch them through now?’
‘Go ahead.’
The monitor flickered off. Across the room a strange blue light illuminated the stone work and iron torch holders. Mr Sx turned in his chair and faced a large, flat video screen opposite. Suddenly the screen was alive with six individual images, six men. Their faces surrounded a central view; that of the Great Hall monitor where Karl was leading the two boys up the huge stone staircase. The six faces looked back expectantly at Mr. Sx from the wall.

‘Gentlemen,’ Mr. Sx said with a slight nod of his head. ‘Good of you to join me.’
The other men, projected into his tower from places across the world, nodded back and waited for him to say more.

‘The boys are arriving as we speak,’ Mr. Sx continued. ‘Already the boys called Simon and Rob are making themselves at home in their room. I have heard that Peter and Michael are nearing the station and that Tim has arrived at the castle too. But…’ He stopped and glanced back to the central monitor, now showing the first landing. Karl had mounted the stairs and was now showing Tim and the stranger to their room. ‘But we appear to have an unexpected replacement.’ He turned back to the conference screen. ‘Would someone care to explain?’

The six men looked around them, as if they could see the other men in the other screens. Some shrugged their shoulders, others looked down to smaller monitors beside them that showed what Mr. Sx could see from his bank of consoles. Finally a large man took a cigar from his mouth and spoke up.

‘Me,’ he said bluntly and his accent was deep southern American. ‘I engineered a change.’
The other men looked surprised. Mr. Sx looked furious. ‘You intend to forfeit your place in the game?’ he bellowed. ‘I intend to win,’ the American replied. ‘As do you all. But I wanted insurance.’

‘Explain yourself.’ Mr. Sx lent forward and glared at the video wall. The American puffed on his cigar for a moment and then put it out. Taking his time he collected his thoughts and sat back comfortably in his chair.

‘You invited us to participate in this bet with bad odds,’ he began. ‘We each stand to lose a great deal of money if our boy drops out first. Fair enough, it’s a gamble and we are all gamblers. But the odds are… were stacked in your favour.’ ‘How do you figure that one out?’ another man asked.

‘Simple, Chan,’ the American looked down to a monitor beside him. ‘It is Chan isn’t it?’
‘Good day Silverland,’ Chan nodded.
‘We’ve all bet ten million that our boy will stay intact for the weekend. Who ever bet on the winning boy gets ten million from the other gamblers and ten million from Mr. Sx here, that’s sixty million in all. But, if none of the boys remain virgins then Mr. Sx collects ten million from each of us and awards only ten to the winner. That’s assuming he does award the winner the promised prize money.’
‘That’s the gamble,’ Chan said. ‘So why are you worried?’
‘Because he’s already started cheating,’ the American spat and glared back to the camera.

Mr. Sx bristled in his chair. ‘Explain yourself Silverland!’ he demanded. Silverland rolled his cigar in an ashtray calmly and sighed.
‘You plotted to plant one of your henchmen on the train,’ he explained. ‘Some big Russian guy, according to the reports I got. You planted him with a drug and got him to seduce my lad, Tim.’

The other gamblers started fidgeting and complaining. Mr. Sx held up a hand and they fell silent. ‘Let him go on,’ he said.

‘Well, I got news that you’d done this kind of thing before,’ Silverland continued. ‘And so I reckoned I’d take out my own insurance. I switched the boy Kris and substituted him for my own choice, not yours. I put Kurt on the train to look out for Tim. Just protecting my investment.’
‘Is this allowed?’ a man with a German accent asked. ‘Kris was my boy! He’s changed my player!’
‘Calm down Helmut,’ Silverland laughed. ‘You’ll have another heart attack.
I’ve done you a favour. Kris, I discovered, would not have stood a chance. He got laid two nights ago, he wan not a virgin. So you were basically out of the running before he started.’

‘How do you know that?’ the German demanded.
‘I made sure of it,’ Silverland winked.
‘Thanks,’ Helmut said, unsure if he should be thankfrul or not.
‘Think nothing of it,’ the Amercan smiled back.
‘So Mr. Sx,’ Chan spoke up again. ‘Sounds like a fair exchange, warding off a cheat.’

Everyone looked at Mr. Sx.
‘I reckon it is,’ the American cut back in. ‘The news is, Mr. Sx, that your thug was thrown off the train, so he’s out of the game too.’
Mr. Sx just blinked at the news.

‘And,’ Silverland lent in closer to the screen, he appeared more threatening. ‘Just so that you know; if you try any more cheating I will blow your little scam wide open. FBI, Interpol, you name it. You play the game straight and we all walk away happy, either as winners or losers. Helmut gets the new lad, Kurt, your thug is out of the picture and we all get to play fair from now on. That’s all I’m asking. ‘What can I do?’ Mr. Sx concluded after thinking for a while. ‘If Silverland thinks that this Kurt stands as much of a chance as anyone else then so be it. I assure you gentlemen that the game still stands. You each have a boy. You have each placed your bet that your boy will still be a virgin by Sunday night. I still contend that none of them will be and that, in forty-eight hours time, you will each be wiring me ten million dollars. It’s a game, that is all. Our pieces are the lads and the board is my castle. Let us see which one of your boys will be taken first. If everyone agrees to the change of player that is.’

‘O.k. by me,’ Silverland spoke up first. ‘And no more cheating.’ The others agreed.

‘Good,’ Mr. Sx said. ‘Then let us get back to watching the action. The odds are again even for us all.’

But they were not. Mr. Sx had other plans for the gamblers, and for the contestants.

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Gay First Time Story - Author: no1goldenboy - published via newsgroup

It had been 2 weeks since Jason and Matt had shown me what sex with men was like, and we hadn’t really spoken about it since, and now to make matters worse I was having to go and spend two weeks in Italy with my girlfriend Ellie. When we arrived in Rome we went straight to our hotel, as we had been looking forward to two weeks together for ages. We couldn’t wait to spend some quality time together and have lots of sex, but now I was annoyed because I had found a much better source of sex, and as much as I loved Ellie, I felt as though she could no longer satisfy my sexual needs.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel room, we kissed and made our way to the bedroom. I stripped her clothes off her and she took mine off me and we kissed. I massaged her breasts as stroked my dick, but we agreed something wasn’t right. For her it was that she had a headache, I was relieved, as I just wasn’t getting turned on right now. She decided to take a nap, and I decided to take a walk. It was 8:30pm, I loved this time of the evening so I said I would stroll to the beach while she slept off her headache.

I sat on a rock near the “entrance” to the beach and I watched as the waves lapped up on the shore. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another man sitting alone. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was Italian, about 6 feet, quite hairy and had bronze skin and a builder’s build, topless. He looked as though he worked out, but he wasn’t too muscular, not the false kind.

I couldn’t take my eyes off this man, he was beautiful, and I was compelled to go and talk to him. I decided that just to walk up and start chatting was too obvious, too gay, so I decided on what I would say and how I would approach him very carefully. I casually went to walk past him, and as I did, I stopped and asked,

“Are there any public toilets anywhere near here?”

He looked at me and began to explain in broken English where the nearest ones were.

“Go straight, and on your left, to another left and walk on until you see a right, go a right…”

By this point he had lost me and I had to stop him,

“I will show you if you like.” He smiled

I certainly did like him to show me.

As we walked we chatted, he told me he was a single guy, who was local to the area and worked in one of the local bars. I told him how I was there with my girlfriend but she had a headache. The two of us hit it off instantly and we laughed and talked as we approached the toilets. Once I had used them, I walked back out and was surprised to see my new friend, Marco, was still waiting for me.

“Would you to like go my place for a drink?” he asked.

to be continued…