When I started driving, I recall my dad"s repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as this 16-year-old sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn"t seem that I would have to worry about anybody coming along this road at 1 a.m., so I figured I might as well bunk in my car until daylight. It was mid-summer, so I left the windows down and tried to enjoy the faint breeze coming off the foothills.
All alone in the middle of nowhere, and nothing else to do, I figured it was as good a time as any to jack-off. I stretched out across the seat and leaned back against the passenger door, undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. I could clearly make out my exposed cock and balls in the bright moonlight that shone through the windshield. I then started to pump my dick to hardness while I cupped my balls. Almost as soon as I settled in for a nice handfuck, headlights rounded the corner. "Wouldn"t you know?" I thought as I stopped beating my meat for a second. The truck passed me by very slowly, enough to make out the shadow of a lone driver behind the wheel. I could swear we made eye contact. It seemed as if it would continue on, hen came to a stop. Back-up lights came on, and the truck pulled to the side of the road in front of my car as I scrambled in the front seat to pull my pants back up.
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Story Added: 2014-11-01
Spending time on the Internet chatting is one of my favorite pastimes. I get to know some really nice guys this way.
I had been spending time in the DenverM4M chat, because I was going there for my brother's wedding. I was hoping to catch some action while I was there.
I found the names of a few clubs to check out, and had been chatting with Exec60 a few times. He's a 60-year old widower and loves to chat as much as I do. Although 25 years older than me, we seemed to hit it off while online. The day I was flying out for the wedding, my brother Jeff called and asked if I would mind if his future father in-law picked me up at the airport. I had no problem with that. I knew how busy my brother must have been with last minute preparations.
He told me to look for John. He'd meet me at the baggage claims area. I arrived in Denver an hour late. John met me, holding a small sign with my name on it. The baggage took forever to come out. By that time, we both decided we needed a beer before heading out. John's a striking man for his age, about 6'2", slender and well tanned. We seemed to hit it off right away. We drank a couple of beers, while talking about my brother and his daughter.
After we left the Airport, John asked me if I minded just crashing at his house, instead of driving all way out to my brother's place. We were both in the wedding party, so why not?
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Story Added: 2014-10-31
I'm an umpire, right? In the Big Leagues. I did my time in the minors. I'm a pretty young umpire and I think I look pretty good. I've got the required beginnings of a pot belly coming on, but I also have some muscles and some height and some chest hair and a nice cock and basically a cute face with a nice dark mustache and nice dark hair.
Yeah, I think I look all right (especially if you compare me to the other umpires). I might be young for an umpire, but I've been doing it for a while now and I know the Game. So I was ready when ol' Valentine started screaming his head off about some blocking-the-line bullshit and started kicking up dust and barging straight for me from the dugout. His low voice always surprises me--such a deep voice that, if wasn't coming out of Bobby's mouth, would be very intimidating. I stood my ground for a second but then, just to show him who was boss, took a few slow steps towards his rushing-bull figure and planted my feet. He stopped a foot away from me, still shouting about something that I was not about to pay attention to, though the umpire half of my brain was methodically rattling out the reasons why Bobby Was Wrong. This really pissed him off, like smug umpires usually do, so he shoved himself even closer to me. His face was pretty red and his teeth were kind of showing through in a snarl--that's how angry he was. If it isn't obvious already, we really enjoy this shit (nationally televised too!).
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Story Added: 2014-10-29
It was still early morning when Grandpa was setting off with my parents to take them to the airport. We had loaded the car, hugged and said goodbye, and for the first time that summer I was alone. I had been sharing a room with my cousins who had left the night before, and now my parents were going away for a fortnight to their holiday in the sun. I was feeling a little left out. It would be me and Grandpa for two weeks before I was sent home, and in his cottage in the hills the only entertainment was the hills themselves.
I waved as the car disappeared behind the hedges and went inside. The anxiety of imagined boredom soon gave way to excitable curiosity as I thought of all the things I could do in the next few hours that I hadn't been able to when the house was full. My cock was throbbing, but I didn't want to masturbate immediately. I wanted to do, or find, something to make it more exciting.
Going back into the kitchen there was a dresser where the alcohol was kept. It was always locked, but I had seen my parents taking the key from the top shelf of another cupboard and it wasn't long before I was sniffing the different whiskies and brandies. There were other mysterious looking bottles, some of which had sweet smells and other bitter, but I decided to start with a small slurp from the voluptuous looking cognac bottle. VSOP it said. The innocuous honeyed hue didn't prepare me for the rasping sensation on my tongue and the fire that hit my throat. However, this was definitely naughty, and my cock responded well to the thrill. I rubbed myself through my pants as I took another, smaller, sip.
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Story Added: 2014-10-27
Maxwell Construction Company was building this new community down in South Carolina. We were out in the middle of nowhere--miles from anywhere. Twenty of us were crammed into two sleeping trailers on the job sight. This made for a monastic sort of life, but for the kind of money we were making it was well worth it. Other than the drivers of the rigs, the rest of the men had come up by private cars. As for myself, I had car. I had ridden with Harry Carter in his RV. I was in awe of Harry. He was a big man, ugly as sin, and about as mean as a man could get and still live. Looking at him, I guessed him to be about fifty. He had taken charge of Carter Construction after the death of his father. Even though he was now the sole owner of the firm, he retained his hands on position, acting as our foreman.
I was soon to find out what ever he said--we did! It was like that tired old joke--if Harry said shit the men squatted. Carter Construction Company paid top dollar and his men had been with him for years, they were loyal and used to him, so nothing really bothered them. Since I was the newest of the team and the smallest, I got the job of running all the wiring through the raw construction. It was on that first day that the hazing began. Harry and the boys seemed to delight in giving me a hard time. Harry would creep up behind me whenever he saw I was bending over doing something and goose me. When I would lose my balance and fall, he would laugh like it was a big joke, telling me I should use my little fairy wings to steady myself. It was when he first started calling me "Princess" that I really began to worry. That nickname soon stuck and all the guys all began calling me--Princess.
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Story Added: 2014-10-25
Inside the cell, on the top bunk, a heart shaped box of pink mints lay on the naked stained mattress. A note next to the box said, "Be my girl". The guard looked from the note to Kyle's pretty face. Kyle knew he was in trouble.
"Welcome to Purgatory, boy," the guard said with a smile fit for Hells' gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyle to the cruel hands of the twisted God who ruled this place.
Democracy raged across the globe in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran and North Korea. The warriors who did battle on baseball diamonds, footballs fields and basketball courts were gone, overseas waging war for a Democratic Utopia. With police forces across the country depleted by war, the Department of Homeland Security desperately needed a new flavor of electronic heroin to soothe the jaded masses.
Back in 2025, the Monastic Reform Law blasted through Washington and came down on prisons like the devil's hammer, bringing prisoners to God in a rough way. Purgatory was the first prison to offer redemption under the new Monastic Reform Law. Soon, the public redemption and punishment of prisoners became a spectacle, second only to the Roman Coliseum.
The public couldn't get enough of televised whippings of unrepentant prisoners. Prisoner gladiator games, the newest concept in reality television, became the biggest money maker since boxing in Las Vegas. Now, years later, every prison in the country brought cutthroats, thieves and reluctant soldiers to God on live television, the ultimate electronic heroin high.
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Story Added: 2014-10-23
Picture it, a town of 900 in 1960 with one barber - that's enough since half the population would be men.
Mr. Daniel, my father's barber, was a nice old man who only charged 2 "bits" for a hair cut - that's two quarters and he even gave us back ten cents if I sat still. Then Bud came to town. He charged a whole dollar. He was also divorced with a son my age.
Bud had all the newest equipment and a shop on the street. Mr. Daniel had his shop in the basement of the hotel. Yes, we had a hotel. Why, no one knew.
Bud also gave the newest hair cuts, flattops with Butch wax and every thing Mr. Daniel had a hard time doing a flattop since he was old and his hands were not steady. So being 15 and wanting to be in style, I went to see Bud.
Sitting in Bud's chair was neat. Bud was over 6 foot tall and had muscles bulging out his sleeves. He wore a white coat which hid most of the rest of his torso.
During my first haircut, I noticed something different about Bud. I sat real still for him, like I did for Mr. Daniel with my hands hanging over the arm rest. But as Bud moved around the chair to cut the sides and front of my hair, he would lean into the back of my hands. At first I didn't think a thing about it, but the second and third time it happened I noticed a large bulge drag across my fingers.
When I looked down I noticed that my fingers were right in his crotch. When I looked up into Bud's face, he smiled. Next trip to the other side of my head, he did the same thing but pressed a little harder on my fingers.
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Story Added: 2014-10-21
Brad Tomkins knew that he was getting what he deserved. After all, it wasn't the first time this had happened. His ass had been getting him into trouble all his life. Even as a young teen he had such a big round ass that it was hard to find pants that fit him.
It was in junior high that he learned the power of his big beefy globes. He'd hear the girls gasp as he walked by. They'd whisper things like, "Look at that bubble butt," and "It's so big and round." The guys would kid him in the locker room before gym class, as he'd try to wiggle his huge ass into the little gym shorts. In fact, on more than one occasion during PE his massive cheeks came popping out of the back of his shorts as they split the seam of the shorts. Since the shorts were so tight to begin with he could never get briefs under them, just a jock. So, his bare ass made regular appearances in gym class. He noticed that even his teachers would take time to stop and stare. But, it wasn't until his senior year of high school that he really learned how to use the power of his hot butt.
Brad had Mr. Wilson for chemistry and was failing miserably. That's what made him cheat on the final exam. Unfortunately, he got caught.
He'd noticed Mr. Wilson looking at his butt more than once. By this point, Brad was used to this. Everyone stared at his ass, man or woman, straight or gay. All were in awe of it. That's what gave him the idea to "earn" his passing grade. Brad stood before his teacher as the rest of the class filed out of the room and he felt the butterflies in his stomach.
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Story Added: 2014-10-19
As Brad Tomkins sat waiting outside Coach Phillips' office, he thought of a strategy. He'd been late for practice three times this past week and he knew what that meant. He was going to be kicked off the wrestling team. The coach had warned him before.
Brad's problem was he that was used to coasting by on his good looks. At 19, he still had that good-looking boy-next-door look. He also had beautiful blue eyes and sandy brown hair that fell over his forehead in just the right way. But, the thing that got him the most attention, the thing that caused everyone's head to turn was his big round ass. Worse yet, Brad knew the power his ass had over people and he wasn't too proud to use it to get what he wanted. That was the strategy Brad was going to use on Coach Phillips. He'd noticed the coach staring at his ass during practice and in the locker room when he was changing. Brad knew all he had to do was wiggle his big butt in the coach's face a bit; maybe even bend over some and the Coach would give him another chance.
In his little blue singlet, there wasn't much covered. In fact, Brad had such a big ass that he had to have a special uniform made. That first standard singlet was so tight he almost couldn't get it over his ass. Then, during his first match it ripped and his big jock-covered ass came busting through. Brad was forced to finish the match with his big bare ass hanging out for everyone to see or forfeit his match. He completed the match and won. But, after that he got a special singlet made with more room in the seat.
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Story Added: 2014-10-17
I had just started my job as a bedroom salesman at the local DIY super store. Fresh out of college I was anxious to get going in life at the tender age of 19.
My first day on the job would really get me set on the right track in life.
I was looking about for a customer when I saw an older gent in his early 60's, receding, grey hair and thick-framed glasses. He was eyeing me strangely which made me feel a little awkward but I went to him in the hope of my first sale.
"Hello" he said stretching his hand out. I shook his hand softly smiling, "Can I help you with anything? My name's Gerry. "Thanks Gerry, I'm Mr. Sinclair and I'm looking for a nice new bedroom suite".
I showed him to mid price range which he eagerly agreed upon a price with me. "I will need someone to come round to fit me up," he said suggestively.
Being part of my job specification I replied, "Oh I can do that tonight for you if you like." We agreed and I said I would be around at 7 pm.
I drove to Mr. Sinclair's, a little unsure about the way he had been eyeing me that morning. He had let his stare linger on me a bit too long and I had a feeling the old guy had a fancy for younger guys. I had to admit the thought had got me hard earlier as imagined what he was thinking, as he looked me over.
Never having played with a man I found the thought even more erotic but had always been after the girls on my nights out. However I was still unusually excited as I pulled up to his house.
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Story Added: 2014-10-15
Who said you can't have great sex if your an older daddy? Sure I collect social security, but I also collect young guys looking for that daddy they never had or never enjoyed. I guess the first time I knew I was a sexy daddy was 20 years ago. It was summer time and I was at Jones Beach, Field #1. Not many people came to this field, all it had was a small concession stand and a closed area for showering.
I was leaving the beach. It was 4:30 pm. I was going to shower first. I heard a woman's voice. She was scolding two young teenage boys. In her broken english she asked me to watch over the boys. The last order she gave them was, "You do as this man says. You listen to him."
I escorted the boys into the shower area. I took off my swim suit and told the boys to take theirs off. They had very slim bodies and much to my surprise the blond boy had a cock as big as mine. I sported an eight inch hard. The other boy had a shorter cock but beautiful buns.
Looking at these boys was making my cock rise. They were laughing and speaking a foreign language. As they were watching my cock rise I was watching their cocks get bigger and bigger. Don't ask me where I got the courage but I took my wash cloth and proceded to wash them, first their back and when I turned them around, wow, both of their cocks were at my mouth.
I started to suck one then the other. They were both cut. Both of them were juicing like crazy and I was sucking them. I was on my knees sucking the blond boy with my ass up in the air. The other boy started to play with my asshole. He was rubbing his precum all over my asshole. The blond boy held on to my head while fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. The other one pushed his cock into my asshole and my blond boy seeing all this released his baby cum. He shot so much I couldn't swallow it all.
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Story Added: 2014-10-13