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The lad lies on his back, his trousers down to his knees. He holds his stiff cock in both hands, too big for his frame. He’s stroking it, dreaming of his girl while you stand over him and watch. His balls, wrinkled, flop either side and fill with the juice that’s going to splatter his stomach. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t know you are watching, doesn’t know that you are in the room. You can smell his musty sweat as his pumping gets harder and more frantic. And, as he calls out her name, as he shoots his young load over his smooth body, he opens his eyes and sees you there. He can’t stop. He’s given into you.

Bath

Two straight guys in the bath, having a lark, having a laugh like they do after football practice. Just messing about. Hard muscled chests, rough voices, horseplay and after all they’re the best of mates. The one behind parts his legs so his mate can sit between them, their wet bodies slide together. They can feel each other’s heat, flesh, firmness. The one in front slides back, the one behind has his straight cock slip up against his mate’s back. It feels good. They crack a joke but they’re both hard. They won’t kiss but they’ll mess about a bit. Until they both cum, showing off, who can shoot the quickest. They’ll do it again tomorrow.

Party

We were both drunk so that was o.k. He didn’t know what was going on and I only saw it through a haze. But we slumped on the bed, in the coats, as the party went on downstairs. As he slept I slid my hand onto his shorts, he was hard, dreaming of some woman maybe? Maybe he wasn’t asleep. I undid his zipper, pulled his long cock free from his white briefs. I held it solid and hot, I slid to lick it. I took it all in my mouth, this unsuspecting straight meat that had never entered a guy’s mouth before. Sucked it, licked it, played with it between my lips until his back arched, he grunted and unloaded his creamy wad of man spunk into my thirsty mouth. He knew nothing of it. Or maybe he wasn’t asleep?

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‘Oh no! I’m really sorry about that sir.’ David went red with embarrassment. ‘Is there anything I can do?’ He looked down at the tomato soup he’d just dropped into a man’s lap. The older man was furious.

‘Look at what you’ve done, this is my best suit!’ he shouted as he stood up. He watched the soup poring down his trousers, leaving him standing in a pool of warm, red liquid. ‘What am I going to do! Or more to the point, what are you going to do?’ Both of their faces were as bright red as the soup. I’m really very sorry sir. It was an accident. If you’d care to follow me to the bathroom I can clean it up for you,’ David answered hopefully.
The other customers in the restaurant had now stopped eating and were staring at him. He had to try and diffuse the situation as soon as possible before it got out of hand. The man threw his napkin down on the table in disgust and harshly told David to lead the way. As soon as they got into the restroom David ran the taps into the sink. ‘If you would like to take your trousers off sir, I would be more than happy to clean them for you,’ the waiter said, stuttering with nerves.

‘I’ll be damned if I’m taking my trousers off in a public place young man. You’re just going to have to clean them down whilst I’m still wearing them. And hurry up you clumsy idiot I was in the middle of a very important meeting.’ With shaking hands David got down on his knees in front of the customer and with a damp cloth started to clean the mess. The older man just kept on reminding him what an imbecile he was.

As David slowly made his way upwards from the hen, the man became quieter and quieter until finally, as David got nearer his crotch he fell silent.

David was relieved at the silence, he had started to get annoyed with the man. After all it wasn’t as if he’d thrown the soup over him on purpose. But it didn’t take long to realise why the customer had gone quiet. As he worked his way closer to his crotch it became more than obvious that the older man was highly aroused. David looked at the hard bulge outlined in his suit trousers.

‘Do you want me to carry on or do you want to finish it off yourself?’ David asked as he looked up into the man’s red and embarrassed face. He was enjoying this now that the tables had turned and the man was looking uncomfortable. The man didn’t answer. The room seemed to fill with an expectant charge and the only sound was that of the man’s heavy breathing.

Because the old guy hadn’t responded to the question, David took a deep breath and casually pressed the warm damp cloth onto the man’s hardness. A small groan escaped from the man’s lips. David looked up and smiled as the man closed his eyes. Using the palm of his hand David started to rotate it over the stranger’s erection, feeling it harden by the second. ‘It’s not coming off properly,’ David said. Deciding to be brave he continued: ‘I’m going to have to put my hand inside so I can rub it a bit harder.’
This time the man opened his eyes, pulled his zip down, rested his hands on David’s shoulders and silently nodded.

David felt the excitement rush through him and felt his own hardness grow between his legs as he put his hand inside the man’s open trousers. He pressed the back of his hand against his stiffness and dabbed at the, by now, clean trousers. He could feel the heat of the man’s excitement building up and the wetness of his underpants where the soup had leaked through.

‘I’m afraid the soup’s gone right through onto your underwear.’ The lad spoke with a croaky voice. He hoped to feel the man’s erection in his hand and down his throat. ‘Would you like me to clean them as well?’

The man looked straight into David’s eyes.
‘I think you should boy,’ he answered with a shaky but deep voice. He carried on watching with lustful eyes as David undid his belt and pulled his trousers down past his knees.

David licked his lips at the site of the man’s naked flesh and opened his mouth. He started to lick at the underpants, around the outline of the man’s huge erection now straining to be released from the confines of the soiled underwear. As David lapped away with his tongue the older man ran his fingers through the lad’s hair. He started to moan with pleasure as David ran his hungry tongue along the length of the hard penis. Then he parted his lips and took the end of it into his warm willing mouth.

The man, who had been so arrogant and horrible only ten minutes before, was immediately turned into a quivering mess. He started to beg.
‘Please, please can you to fuck me?’
This was more than David had even hoped for.
‘Not yet,’ he answered teasingly. He gently pulled the man’s underwear down to where his trousers lay around his ankles.
Once more he lent forwards and started to lick and suck on the man’s hairy and heavy bollocks whilst one of his hands wrapped itself tightly around the man’s cock and began slowly wanking him off.

‘Oh god! Fuck me, please fuck me,’ the man begged in frustration again. David was enjoying hearing the begging from man who had embarrassed him in front of everyone earlier.

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After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom, I ambled out to the kitchen. Knowing that my parents would be at work, expecting to have the house to myself, I didn’t bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked in a burst of refrigerator light drinking from a carton of o.j. It wasn’t until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the doorway that led to the basement that I remembered my parents mentioning something about having the furnace service.The guy looked me up and down with great interest. “You could stand to put on a little weight,” he said with a snicker. “But you’ve sure got a great looking cock.”

Immediately, blood rushed to my face. I just stood there with my mouth full of juice, staring at him. He was so damn good looking, for a moment I wondered if I was dreaming.

He looked to be a few years older than me, twenty-five of so. He was average height, with a lean, somewhat muscular build. And whether he thought I was too skinny or not he was obviously attracted to me. I mean, his eyes were all over me, lingering wantonly when they fell to size up my manhood. Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply pressed shirt, just below the company logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the name Bill.

After finally managing to swallow, I sit the carton of juice on the counter and made a feeble attempt to obstruct his view of my stiffening cock with my hands. “I wasn’t expecting company,” I said rather sharply. “I think I’d better get dressed.”

Making himself at home at the kitchen table he glared at me with a crooked smile. “There’s certainly no need to go to any trouble on my account,” he said. “To be honest, I kind of like the view. Go ahead and finish you juice.”

I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. Did he think just because he was so damn good looking it entitled him to take such brazen liberties?

“You know,” he said. “With your boyish good-looks I’ll bet you’re a real heart-breaker.”

I was eighteen and aware of the fact that many of my features remained boyish, I certainly didn’t need him reminding me.

Being quite smug he leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t mean to piss you off,” he said. “It was a compliment. I’ll bet there are a lot of guys who would just love to bend you over and drill that sweet little ass of yours.”

My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped bulge that had begun to swell and stretch down the inside of his thigh. No doubt he was one of those guys. I had consummated my preference for cock long ago, and while I definitely found the repairman attractive, I couldn’t help being a little put off by his arrogance.

“Seriously,” said Bill. “You really are a knock out. Again I felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to my cheeks. “Come now,” he said. “Don’t tell me no one has ever told you how gorgeous you are.” I shook my head. No one ever had. He was the first.

“I’ll bet you’re still a virgin too, aren’t you?”

If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been fucked, his assumption was correct. But virgin, or not, I wasn’t so naive that I failed to recognize his desire to seduce me.

“I think its time I got dressed,” I said, slowly making my way toward the doorway. My heart nearly exploded when Bill reached out and took hold of my hand.

“Come on now. What’s your hurry? I think we should talk some more. I’d like to get to know you better.”

He pulled me closer. His passionate brown eyes were fixed on the distended slab of teenage meat that now sprang up from between my legs. I gasped as he yanked me down across his knees. I realized at once that his strength was far superior to mine. Any attempt to deny him, even if I had wanted too, would have been futile.

One of his thick arms came to rest across my back, holding me firmly in place. “When was the last time you had someone give you a good spanking?” He ran a hand over my ass. “Damn, if that ain’t a pretty ass,” he muttered. “You’ve got the smoothest little bubble butt I’ve ever seen.

I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down hard against my vulnerable buttocks. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” God, help me, I did like it. I could hardly wait for him to smack my ass a second time, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

“One word about this to my parents and your job is history,” I threatened, eager for him to continue.

“Never bullshit a bullshitter, kid. You’re not going to say jack-shit to your parents. You’ve been beating your meat just aching for something like this to happen.

“You’re crazy,” I shrieked, my voice trembling with lust.

“I was like you once,” said Bill. That’s how I know what to look for. Ever since you saw me standing in the doorway you’ve seized every opportunity to check out my big basket. Not that I blame you, I’ve got a big cock, as you will soon see.

Again his firm hand swept down to sting my ass, and gain I cried out in ecstasy. Palming the fire that he had ignited in my posterior, he forced a hand between my thighs to taunt my velvety ball-sac. “It makes you horny being touch like this, doesn’t it?” said Bill. “And why not? It feels good.”

“I want you to stop,” I sighed hotly. Why was I saying no when my heart, body and soul was crying yes?

“You don’t mean that,” said Bill, reaching a bit further between my legs to embrace my erect cock. “Your dick doesn’t lie. It knows exactly what it likes, and it’s aching for more.”

I broke out in a passionate sweat as Bill’s fingers stroked my twitching rod. “Really! You’ve got to stop,” I demanded.

“Don’t worry,” Bill sighed endearingly. “It’s all right if you cum.”

“But I don’t want to cum!” If liars are destined to burn in hell, I had just doomed myself to becoming a block of cinder.

I was dumbfounded when the impassioned repairman leapt to his feet, sending me sprawling across the kitchen floor. Gazing at my exposed, six-inch projectile, Bill dropped to his knees. If I had been serious about escaping his advances this was the ideal opportunity to flee, but I didn’t even try. I was too enthralled with the likelihood of being fucked my this handsome stud.

Bill came down on top of me, nuzzling my neck, licking the tender buds of my erect nipples. The sting of his hand still burnt keenly on the surface of my buttocks as he thrust my legs into the air and forced my knees back against my chest. My chest heaved frantically as he bent down and with a single gulp consumed my entire cock. I yielded completely to his will. The slickness of his lips moving up and down the length of my rigid meat was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced.

“Oh God, that feels good!” I groaned. “Suck it! Suck my meat into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my fucking cock!” My legs trembled as he complied with my demands, taking my slender prick so deeply into his hungry mouth that his lower lip engulfed a good portion of my fuzzy ball-sac. I was through with pretending to be coy. I wanted this big handsome repair man , and I wanted him now.

My cock flopped wetly against my belly as it slid from between his luscious lips. “I love the way you taste and smell,” said Bill, inhaling deeply as he run his nose through my dense pubic hair. I shivered as his hot tongue licked my cream filled bangers and embarked on the narrow ridge of responsive flesh that marked the path to my gaping butt crack. “I’m going to devour you, man. I’m going to show you just how good man sex can be.”

Shock waves quaked through my loins as Bill’s long, wet tongue snaked its way through the sparse butt fur that sprouted from my steamy crevice. A sensation, unlike any I had ever felt, swept over me like a tidal wave. He licked my tight pucker until my head was swimming with the intoxicating effects of his oral assault. Then, without warning, drooling profusely with lustful desire, the tip of his dancing probe stabbed wickedly into my tightly clinched burrow. He had breached the rim of my tender orifice. Wallowing in its own succulent juices, his burning tongue plunged deeper and deeper into the dank darkness of my virgin fuckhole, elevating me to a new level of awareness.

Bill retracted his splendid tongue, leaving my manhole to throb with beseeching desire. “Damn you taste good,” he sighed with a slurp of satisfaction. I watched as he opened up the front of his pants and set free his rigorously throbbing erection. The shear size of his cock was alarming, especially since I knew he intended to fuck me with this enormous tool.

Bill stuck a finger into my gaping crack and stirred the slime that saturated my tense valley. He had huge hands. His fingers were long and thick — smaller than a cock, but large enough to cause me a significant amount of distress when he poked one up my ass.

My anal corridor twitched spastically, its velvety walls clinging feverishly to the meaty finger that gently rotated to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd — yet pleasing.

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Story:  The Cabin Boy
Story by: 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.

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There are four of us, all drinking and trying to chill out. But we know what we are here for. We have known each other only a few days, only for a few hours really. But we share one thing in common. We want to have a foursome for the first time.First there is Dan: early 40’s, shaved head, stocky and straight looking. His other half Mike: early thirties, taller, slimmer and with a goatee. My other half Ben: also early thirties, loves to be fucked hard. And me, Jason. The only thing I don’t like is a cock up my arse. That’s why me and Ben got on so well.
We sit in our living room talking and dropping suggestions for an hour, but no one makes a move. Finally it’s too much to take anymore and Ben says:

‘I don’t know about you, but if anyone wants sex I’ll be in the bedroom.’

And he goes through to where our large double bed is waiting, in darkness.

Mike stands up immediately and follows, leaving Dan and I to look at each other for a moment and smile.
‘Doesn’t hang about does he?’ he says.
‘Oh no,’ I wink back.

We both stand. Dan collects some condoms from the small bag he has brought with him and, by the time he joins me in the darkened bedroom the other two are already naked on the bed. I turn to Dan as he comes into the room. He is wearing only grey Kalvins, his cock already hard and bulging the front of them. He comes up to me and I reach immediately for his toned backside. It is firm through the material of his underwear. His hand moved directly to my Umbro shorts where my dark cock is growing fast. We kiss each other’s necks, grab and pull at each other’s flesh, rub our stiff cocks together.

His hand slips down the back of my shorts and he feels around my hairy arse. Expertly he lowers my shorts with both hands, allowing my cock to leap free and press against the stiffness in his shorts. But not for long. His shorts come down and I grab one arse cheek in each of my hands. Our bodies are hot already, our cocks clashing together.

Behind me in the darkness I can hear Mike’s groans of pleasure and I know that Ben’s expert mouth is exploring the other guy’s sensitive parts. The sounds compel me further. I drop to my knees and start to service my guest. He is cut and the feel of a raw cock head on my lips is a strange change. Both Ben and I are uncut and a bare cockhead is a rare thing in our world. I lick it first, felling for his balls. Shaved, smooth, heavy and mine to do with as I please. I swallow his length and relish the sound of his first, deep groan of pleasure. His cock slides in as far as I can take it, and I work it with my throat as his hands play on my face. My hands travel around to his arse again and, to show him what I like, I start to circle a fingertip around his hole. He groans again; this is what he likes.

I stop and stand, move him to the bed where the other two are now one over the other; sixty-nine with Ben on top.

‘Oh god,’ I hear Mike gasp as my lover’s mouth starts to explore below his balls, towards his arse.

As Dan kneels to take my cock into his mouth for the first time I can just make out in the gloom his hand moving towards my lover’s arse. Ben raises his head from where he has been working, looks over his should to see who it is that is teasing his hole. He whispers something encouraging and, as I am sucked, he is fucked by a finger.

As if he can’t stop himself Ben turns, unstraddles Mike and dives down onto Dan’s cock. The two of them have each other now and I pull away, to explore Mike.

His body is slimmer, less hairy, but his cock is still as enjoyable. Nestling in a patch of thick hair he is also cut, hard and mine for the taking. I work it into my mouth, playing my tongue along his shaft until all of it is in my throat and my face is nuzzling into his bush. He is smaller than Dan, younger but just as hard. I hear him gasp and moan with pleasure and know that he is also submissive. As I slowly release his shaft and then swallow it again, I imagine how his arse will feel when my cock slides into it later.

I hold him by his hips, pull him into my, smell the sweat which is starting to run from his hot body. I use some of it to wet my fingers that then slide around and beneath him. One starts to finger his hole and he lifts his hips to allow it further in. He gives in easily and two knuckles invade him with ease.

‘Oh god yes,’ he says loudly and squirms his buttocks down onto my hand, wanting more. He will get more soon. All seven of my solid inches.

Beside us I sense that the other two are moving. I kneel up and look over, my eyes more adjusted to the gloom. Ben has been turned around, his smooth tanned arse sticking up in the air, his knees apart. And Dan is knelt behind him. He bends forward, places his hands on the arse cheeks and spreads them. Without warning he dips forward and his tongue plunges straight into my lover’s crack. Ben lets out a long sign of release and drops his head to the bed.

As Dan feasts on him I feel Mike beneath me, lying on his back and wetting my balls with his mouth. I kneel there, enjoying the feeling and the sounds of my lover being rimmed.

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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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TRUE FICTION by Chris Kent

Do remember your ‘first time’?

The first time that someone paid sexual attention to you. The first time that someone looked at you with a look in his eyes that thrilled and terrified you at the same time. The first time that someone else’s look made your penis harden and lengthen. The first time that you knew someone wanted to touch you… down there.

Of course you do.

Go back to that person, that place, that moment. Your cock is stiffening already.

I admit I’ve always been fascinated by first time encounters. At least since the unshaven man with the smell of rum on his breath found me playing on the beach when I was six years old. Was that where it all began? Or was my destiny already in my genes.

But this is not my story…

I put out a general inquiry across the Net, and was staggered by the number of responses I got. Some of the accounts were obviously fabricated, some so pornographic and violent I dismissed them; some were sick fantasies, but some had that ring of authenticity, clearly from the heart rather merely from the genitals.

I have selected a number of these. I have changed all the names, people and places, though I imagine my contributors had already done that. I also tidied up some of the writing, but never to the extent (I hope) of altering the mood, intentions or emotional hinterland of the contributor.

I offer no comments of my own. I am neither advocating nor condemning; I leave that to others. I will, however, note Nancy Friday’s comments since her attitude seems as honest and humane as any others I’ve encountered.

“Parents worry about masturbation, but anxiety about homosexuality is so great that it isn’t even mentioned, lest the injunction itself ‘give the boy ideas.’ Kids who learn to masturbate on their own are thrilled and relieved to find the whole baseball team has been engaged in circle jerks for months. Goosing each other in the shower, mutual masturbation in the movies, reading dirty books and magazines together when there are no adults around - it’s all just horsing around, breaking the rules - that’s how boys are. Contrary to popular superstition, such early homoerotic play can strongly confirm gender identity. ‘All the guys do it.’”

And Shere Hite reported:

“What is startling is the increase in the number of boys who, as teenagers and older children, are having sexual experiences with other boys. Equally intriguing is the kind of sex boys are now having together. In the 1970’s, the contact was mostly mutual masturbation, often without touching each other. Now, it seems much more common for boys to touch each other, masturbate the other boy, while 36 per cent of boys also perform fellatio together. Around 20 per cent have experienced anal penetration.”

Nancy Friday continues: “This is not to say that these men feel no guilt or anxiety today about their homosexual memories or fantasies; after all, they’re now grown-up. and know what society thinks of such ideas. … Some men spend their lives ‘forgetting’ early physical contact with their own sex. (Some men, of course, never had it.) The men (reporting to Friday) not only remember, but like to play around with fantasies (and memories) that release those boyhood energies again. … They have the courage to face the dark mysteries and alternatives Eros offers us all. Why should our response be a kind of flight from freedom, an automatic labeling that slams the door on further thought.”

We can all agree with Nancy Friday’s conclusions: “Life is all about choices.”

Date: 25-08-98 (16:41) Number: 007 To: Apollo Refer#: 938 From: Nicholas T. Read: YES Subj: MY FIRST TIME Status: PRIVATE MESSAGE

It was the summer of 1983. I was at a language school in Eastbourne. I was twelve years old. I’m half Lebanese, half Italian. My father wanted me to improve my English. It was a residential summer school. There were students from all over the world, but especially from Spain and Italy. Everything was first class.

My English was good. I got into the top class with about 15 other 12 and 13 year old boys and girls. The guy who taught the class was great. A super teacher and really funny. It was obvious he liked me from the start. When we were getting chosen for the classes, I caught his eye in the dining room. We gave each other a big smile, and that was that.

My teacher was also a brilliant tennis player. He gave tennis lessons some afternoons. I always signed up for the tennis lessons because I really wanted to improve my tennis. It was a great bonus to find my English teacher was also my tennis teacher.

The summer of 1983 was one of the hottest summers England ever had. After the first week, everybody used to disappear into Eastbourne in the afternoon, then do sports in the evening when it was cooler. Only a couple of us stayed behind for tennis because the official lessons were changed to the afternoon because of the heat. In the end, only my teacher and I were left on the tennis courts. The whole school was pretty much deserted in the afternoons.

One afternoon, about 2.00, we were in my teacher’s room. Every teacher had his or her own bedroom. They were mixed up with the students’ rooms so the teachers could supervise us. Usually you never saw them around their rooms at all except late at night when they staggered up the stairs to bed.

We were in my teacher’s room while he was getting his tennis gear ready. I was in a tennis shirt, white shorts, white socks and trainers. It really was hot. The breeze was blowing the curtains through the open windows. I dived on the bed and lay back. Everything had become so friendly and informal. I put my arms under my head and chatted away while sir got ready. I told him I probably wouldn’t play well because I’d cramp in my legs. I really did: they were aching because I’d been doing so much sport.

Sir sat down at the edge of the bed and started massaging my legs, squeezing and kneading the knotted muscles, especially behind my calves. It felt really wonderful. We didn’t say much. We just looked at each other. Then he asked me if I ached anywhere else. I said my shoulders were aching, too.

“Take off your shirt.” He leaned over me and massaged my shoulders, his hands slipping down over my chest. His fingers and thumbs lingered over my nipples.

This was the first time anybody had touched me sexually. I wasn’t a child. I’d learned how to masturbate earlier that year, experimenting in the bath, and I knew some men liked boys, all Arab boys learn that from an early age. My penis got really hard. My teacher’s fingers brushed my stomach and then slipped slightly lower. Suddenly he stood up and walked to the window. He stood there, looking out over the school grounds.

I slipped open the top of my shorts. When he turned round, he looked at me. Then his eyes ran the length of my body. He sat down and undid my tennis shorts, stroking the inside of my thighs but not touching my prick. I could feel it bulging the silk underwear I had on. I raised my bottom from the bed and he worked my shorts and my underpants down to my ankles. I kicked off my trainers and he slid my things off completely.

My teacher began to make love to my body, still not touching my prick was hard and throbbing. I was 12, nearly 13, but I’d a good-sized prick, about 4 inches long and an inch in thickness. Of course, as a good Moslem boy I was circumcised, and it had been done really neatly. I have light brown skin (my mother is Italian) but my dick is noticeably darker in colour. At that time, my pubic hair was just coming in; I was a little worried in case my teacher thought I was a baby.

He went on making love to my body, running his lips over my chest, stomach, and then up and down my legs and thighs. It was wonderful, but I couldn’t wait for him to get to my ‘zob’, that’s what Arab boys call their pricks. At last I felt his fingers curl around my erection. He jerked me gently for a few moments, then I felt his hot, wet mouth swallow me to the base and begin sucking. His head rose and fell on my prick as he sucked me with different pressures. I can’t describe the pleasure it gave me!

to be continued…

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Author: Chris Kent

Copyright: Edward James - Story posted at TheWhack.com
That particular day I’d been sitting in my room all afternoon feeling dull and I couldn’t decide what to do. I wanted to do something and I was aware that while I was making up my mind I was using up time, so I was in a kind of circle of boredom. I could hear Bren banging posts into the ground outside and he had set up a rhythm which was knocking away the minutes as I sat there staring at the wall thinking about nothing. Eventually I told myself I might as well go and talk to him as there was nothing else to do. Mam was up in the top fields checking the walls for damage before autumn set in, like she’d done every year. It was hot and I was dressed in tee shirt, shorts and trainers.

I found Bren behind the hay barn where he was staking out the enclosure. He was wearing old jeans and boots and his shirt was hung up so the sun could dry the sweat from it. He had his back to me and I remember being fascinated by his muscles as he worked. He was a dark man, tanned from working in the sun, his hair was black and short. He paused to wipe his brow and smoke a cigarette that hung form the corner of his mouth. When he saw me he offered me a smoke, I took it. It was safe doing that ‘cos mam was a long way off and wouldn’t find out. Bren wouldn’t tell. We talked about the heat and he said he was planning to swim in the stream that runs from the top fields down to the sea. Just before it reached the cliff there was a small pool and I’d often been swimming in there too so I said I would go with him.
It was really hot as we walked away from the farm and I was looking forward to having something to do. He was telling me a story as we walked. He’d started it when I was really young and every season he came back to the farm he would do another chapter. The thing is, it was his own story, well our own story, not one he’d remembered but one he made up just for me. Ghosts were the main thing in the story ‘cos I was really fascinated by them, I still am, and he would weave me into the story. It had been going on for years and every time we met up he would tell me a bit more. My name in the story was Careworn and he was telling me a bit about a battle I was fighting. I got really excited and was running circles around him trying to hurry him along so I could find out what happened to me next. Careworn the ghost hunter, that was me and I was attacking their castle. Before the battle was finished though we reached the pool.

Seeing the clear water I forgot the story and jumped straight in, clothed, like I usually did. Once I was over the shock of the cold I turned to see what had happened to my mate. Bren was standing on the edge looking down at me, pulling his boots off. If the muscles on his back had been interesting then the muscles on his chest were fascinating. They were really easy to see, set out like a drawing in a schoolbook. I looked at my own chest and couldn’t see anything similar about me. I was white and there were no muscles outlined. Once he’d got his boots off and asked me what the water was like he started to undo his jeans so I looked away. I don’t know why, part of me wanted to watch to see what the rest of his body was like and part of me felt embarrassed. He called me and I turned back, guessing he was about to leap in. He was naked. I gawped at him but I don’t think he noticed. Then he jumped in and disappeared below the water.

I looked about me to see him through the clear pool when suddenly I was lifted out of the water and thrown through the air. Screaming with shock I crashed down into the pool. Before long we were both play fighting, splashing and making charges against each other like stags. Like ghost hunters. On one charge Bren caught me under the arms and lifted me clear out of the water. My groin was right in his face and I struggled to get free but his grip was too tight and he was too strong. As I tried to fight back I could feel his rough chin through my shorts. I was pressing against him but Bren was not doing anything about it. He held me like that, in the air, helpless. I could feel his nose against my belly button. His laughter was warm on my skin. I remember feeling uncomfortable because there were new ideas in my head and I enjoyed them. But I also knew that I would be damned for thinking that way, so I was really confused. He must have noticed what state I was in then as I heard him mumble something. And then he put me back into the water, only this time he lowered me slowly, like he had a purpose.

I slid down his wide chest and this kind of electrical charge ran through my body, I didn’t know what it was, I’d never felt anything like that before. I stopped struggling, my heart was pounding and my arms had gone weak. I was lowered further and I felt his stomach rub against my legs, we were both slippery and the feeling was exciting. Then my legs were back in the water but my feet didn’t touch the bottom of the pool ‘cos Bren was still holding me up, he seemed to be pulling me closer to him and my face was up against his chest. Then I slid my arms around him so I was hugging him and I think he hugged me back. I don’t know why I did that, I just liked the feeling of friendship he was giving me and it felt safe. The electricity was rushing around inside my body and I started to tremble. I held him harder. Maybe I was trying to hurt him. It made him gasp. Something was happening that I didn’t understand and it was going so quickly there wasn’t time to think about it. I thought I was going to wet myself but still I couldn’t let go. Everything was bright, the sun overhead, the sparkles on the water and even the air around me dazzled me. I cried out, my eyes opened with surprise and I remember him smiling at me.

Then I put my mouth over his and squeezed him harder. He grunted but I wouldn’t let him go. He bit my lip as he gave out a long, low sigh.

He carried on holding me for a while and then let me slip into the water. I knew what had just happened but I had never felt anything like that before. It felt good but at the same time I knew that something wrong had happened. Bren didn’t say anything for a while after that, he washed and got out of the pool with his back to me. I was excited and scared. I watched him get dressed before I got out and we walked back to the house in silence.

I didn’t know then that we had been seen together in the pool or what the consequences of our actions would be.

When we got to the barn he put his arm over my shoulder and told me that if I was ever in trouble I was to find him. He would look after me. That’s when he gave me the ring. He pushed it onto my finger and said I was his friend. I told him he was mine too and went back into the house. By the time I was back in my room the sound of his work had begun again. Everything was back to normal and it was like nothing had happened. Bren left the village a few days later and we never saw him again. He went to London to be a writer.

LATER

There was a dark corridor with small rooms off it and, at the end, one larger room with a bench running all the way around. At first I thought some of the small rooms were toilets because they were so tiny but when I looked in I could see they, too, had a bench in them. Changing cubicles perhaps? Other rooms had a flat table, like a bed and I began to wonder what went on. The smell of damp made me feel sick and I turned to walk back the length of the corridor and out. As I hurried past one door that was not quite shut a noise startled me and I made the mistake of looking in.

My first thought was ‘how am I going to write about this?’ Then I thought ‘get out now.’ Then I thought ‘I want to watch.’ The last thought scared me more than what I saw and I checked there was no one behind me before creeping up to look into the small room through the crack in the door.

There was a man, naked, lying on his back on the table. He was about forty, I’d say, he had dark hair over his chest and some grey hair over his ears. His head was back and he either had his eyes closed or he was looking at the ceiling, either way he was not looking at me. Between us was another man, bending over the table with his head about where the older man’s groin could have been. The hairy man had his hands on the other guy’s head and it was going up and down. The guy bending over was naked too and I could see his back clearly. He didn’t have any hair on him at all and I imagined for a minute that it could have been me. He too was slim and not too tall. He was supporting himself with one hand on the table and the other on the hairy guy’s chest where he seemed to be squeezing.

I was rooted to the spot. I’d never seen two men doing this before and I don’t think I realised exactly what was going on until the younger one stood up. I backed away a bit, thinking he would see me, but he didn’t and something compelled me to watch again. When the slim man stood back I could see that he was only slightly older than me but he was blonde. Although I was shaking and felt like I was going to throw up this little voice kept telling me to stay and watch and I couldn’t resist it. The hairy guy swung his legs over the edge of the table and it was then that I saw his dick. It was fat and grey. Then I felt really sick and I was shocked but at the same time intrigued, wanting to run but having to stay. As the young lad knelt the older man looked down at him and mumbled something I couldn’t hear. Then he turned, looked me straight in the eye and winked at me.

I shot from that dark, sordid place with my pulse racing. I was confused because I was excited but I hadn’t enjoyed what I saw. As I ran out into the seating area my feet slipped on the shiny floor and I felt a cold crack as I slipped over onto my back. I was winded for a moment and I must have hit my head as I don’t remember what happened straight away after that. The first man I had seen earlier must have been nearby because he helped me up. My towel had fallen off and I suddenly knew I too was naked. The man who helped me up asked if I was o.k. but before I could answer I burst into tears. He let me go and left quickly, leaving me to find my towel in the cold silence of the room. I dressed in record time and ran all the way up from the basement.

Jason caught me in reception and asked if I was ok. He looked genuinely concerned and I liked him for that. I said I had slipped over and wanted to go and lie down.
‘Can I bring you anything?’ he asked but I said no because I had had enough of queer people being around me. ‘Then can I have the locker key?’ he said and I gave it back to him before bolting up the stairs.

So here I am back in my room, recovering from the shock of it all and watching the night roll towards me across the sea. Thoughts of Bren, last year, the pool, the ghost story, Careworn and the men downstairs. Wondering what has brought me here, where am I? I must record all of this for them to know what happened and for me to understand what happened back then. And does this make it any clearer? No. It is not helping me. No one is helping me. Only the old man Sutherland who has put me in this place. For what? To bring back confusion and memories of my life on the farm so that I can miss Brendan, my only friend? So that I can witness filthy things in the basement? So that I can wish I was somewhere else? So that I can wish that Careworn was a real person and that Carvenspike would fly out of the night to save me? So that I could write my stories in London with Brendan? So that I could see how stupid I’ve been in running away from my imaginings when all the time I should be facing them?

I think I am going mad. It’s the cold. It’s the sights I’ve seen. It’s the memory and the story. Which are real?

This is real! I’ve pulled myself together now and stopped trembling. I’ve re-read everything and am pleased with my honesty. Yes I can see what I am doing, yes I can write about the past and accept it – it doesn’t help me understand myself any better as yet but one day it might. There are still pieces missing from my puzzle and keeping my diary so honestly will help me find them.

And here’s another piece in the puzzle:

I’ve just had a call from reception. I’m to put on my suit and tie and be downstairs in half an hour. Sutherland is coming to collect me.

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Working as an account executive for a Wall St. investment banking company was a very lucrative but draining way to make a living, so as Gary walkied to his car after a long day at the office, he needed something to relax his tense muscles. Driving away from the parking lot a familiar need was also spreading across his groin that needed relief and in a hurry, so he headed for his favorite bath house in a unobtrusive brownstone in the east fifties. When he entered the front door he was greeted by the Tom, the day shift host. After telling Tom he wanted the “works” he was ushered to the changing room where he stripped off all of his clothes and headed to the private sauna so he could quietly work the tenseness out of his neck and shoulders. After about a half hour Gary headed for the shower and a quick rinse off, but as he was toweling off, Mike, a fellow banker came into the room. Gary by now had a huge erection and was slowly jerking his meat in front of his friend who quickly slipped out of his clothing and proudly displayed his nine inch organ for Gary’s feasting eyes. Moving closer they kissed and began fisting each other’s dick, but before they could cum, Mike suggested they go into the massage room where well hung eighteen year old boys gave rub downs of every conceivable kind!!! Lying down on padded tables the two men were quickly joined be two blond hunks asking what would their pleasure be? Gary needed a good sucking so he had his boy go down on his uncircumcised manhood, and in seconds he was hard as a rock as the young cocksucker went to work sucking and licking his joint. Gary sighed with contentment as he felt the start of a huge cum build in his nuts while looking over to see Mike with seven inches of hard dick moving in and out of his asshole. Just the sight of seeing that big cock in Mike’s butt made him shoot a tremendous load into his boy’s mouth!!! Mike also erupted when his boy shot his load deep into his bowels, and just to finish off the session, Gary and Mike played with each other as the two blondes 69′d each other to orgasm. As they were dressing, Gary leaned down and gave Mike one more good by suckoff. God he loved dick!!! Feeling fully refreshed, Gary drove home in total fulfillment, but when he got home, he discovered his roommate Frank was just getting out of the shower while sporting a raging hardon!

Gary went over to his lover and gave him a long hard kiss on the mouth, their tongues probing each other while Gary let his hand caress Frank’s big pecker. No matter how many outside trysts Gary had, he always came back to Frank’s open arms, and hard erection! Frank had a beautiful cock, and it seemed to always be in a state of constant arousal, a fact that made Gary feel very submissive around this magnificent organ! It was long and thick, about eight inches by six inches, with a large round head that was velvety smooth to the touch, and taste! Frank pulled his mouth away and asked softly, “Want some of this, baby, daddy wants to feed his baby his bottle!” Gary kissed his lover one more time and whispered back, “Mmmmmm, yes, let me have some of your “milk”, daddy!” Frank stood in the middle of the room with his gigantic hardon and Gary on his knees quietly sucking it like a baby does a fresh bottle. Gary was in seventh heaven, there was nothing in the world like Frank’s erection filling his mouth, and from the feeling of his nut sack, soon Frank would be feeding him a full load of his hot sweet nectar! Frank rubbed his own chest and lightly flicked at his nipples while his room mate hoovered his very hard penis, and in almost a whisper, Frank let Gary know he was cumming when he said, “Now baby, let daddy fill your mouth with his hot cum!” Gary moaned loudly, anxious to receive the gift that was soon to shoot from his lover’s thick erection, and as usual, he could always tell when Frank was about to cum because his pecker would pulsate hard in his mouth, and then spasm quickly before letting loose a torrent of sperm into his mouth. Gary felt so lucky that Frank had chosen him to be the receptacle for all of his cum shots, and now here he was, getting ready to accept another one of Frank’s big gushers! The first load blasted against the back of Gary’s throat, and was quickly followed up with volley after volley of subsequent ejaculations that filled his mouth to over flowing! Gary greedily scarffed down all of it, savoring every last drop, as it passed over his hot tongue!

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James has just recently taken early retirement, he’s bold with a big beer belly and I normally meet him about once a month in a different hotel room every time. I knock on his door (knowing that there won’t be a reply) and enter.

As I walk in, he’s lying on his bed on top of the covers wearing only a giant nappy and I can see that he’s already wet himself. He also has a baby’s dummy in his mouth.

I take my clothes off and exchange them for a black frilly skirt. Then I look at his big hairless stomach as it rises up and down and move towards the bed where he’s curled up, pretending to be asleep. I lay down close behind him and begin to stroke his cheek. In response to my gentle touch he rolls over with his head on my naked chest. I carry on stroking his cheek and with my other hand I take the dummy out of his mouth. Automatically his head moves and he begins to suckle on my right nipple.

‘There there,’ I say and he carries on sucking for a couple of minutes. ‘Time for your nappy change,’ I say and he rolls onto his back with his legs spread.

He makes a few gurgling sounds as I jump off the bed and go into the bathroom where I fill up a basin full of warm water, grab a flannel, soap and some baby oil before returning to stand beside him watching him suck on his dummy. I slowly pull off the plastic pants that cover his toweling nappy and put them by the side of the bed. Then I take out the giant safety pins keeping his wet nappy together and pull the front of it down revealing his five inch erection.

‘Come on, lift your little bottom up so that I can take off your wet nappy,’ I tell him gently. As he lifts his huge backside up, I slip his sodden nappy out from under him and replace it with a thick towel.

‘That’s a good boy,’ I say, smiling down at him whilst massing the soap into my hands. ‘Time for your bath now.’

I begin massaging my soapy hands onto his smooth chest and then they travel down. I make sure my hands are really soapy and slide them all over his newly shaved balls and his hard cock. He moans in pleasure as I pull his foreskin back and slowly smear his cock head with soap. Then I get him to lift his backside up again as I work a soaped-up finger into his crack. I finger fuck him for a while and at the same time I add more soap to his bollocks. Next I dampen the flannel and wash all the soap from his naked body. Then I gently pat him dry.

He lays there watching me as I put a generous amount of baby oil into the palms of my hands.

‘That’s a good boy. Turn over for me,’ I say as I watch him turning over onto his stomach.

Gently I massage my oiled-up hands onto his smooth cheeks, slowly working my way between his crack. He moans loudly into his pillow as at first I slip one finger and then two up his asshole. I move my fingers about, opening him up even more, and then gently insert a third finger. He moans continuously as I finger fuck him for a good five minutes. Then I tell him to turn around onto his back. He lays there with his legs spread wide open and I see his cock has been leaking pre-cum all over the place. Now I pour the baby oil all over his bollocks and stiff little cock and rub it in, letting some of it dribble between his legs. I take as good as a grip as I can on his slippery dick and begin sliding my hand up and down. He shoots his pearly white cum within seconds, all over his big stomach, still moaning loudly.

Once I’ve fully drained him I clean him up. He closes his eyes whilst sucking on his thumb and I put a clean nappy on him. I change back into my normal clothes; take the wad of money that he has left out for me on the bedside table and go on to my next job.

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