His name was Michael Lansing, but everyone at Cal Military called him called him Major Lansing or just Major if they knew him well. He was the main man in charge and he ran the school with an iron hand. I had seen him patrolling Barracks halls or sitting in on classes for the last three years before I really knew much about him. It was said that he had been married at one time, but his wife had died during childbirth. If I had to guess I would say he at to be at least in his forties, but he looked thirty. He had the kind of hard body even men stared at. He maintained his private quarters behind the Administration building and that was all anyone knew about him. He was such cold hard disciplinarian that even the teachers feared his wrath.
When I was in the same room with him he would scare the shit out of me. With his crisp, perfect uniform and his lack of emotion, the Major was the kind of man even my father would respect. Major Michael Lansing was what my father called a real man's man. It was to my father's disgust after three years at the academy, that I was still a wimpy and effeminate nerd. I had never measured up to what he wanted as a son--even as a small child. Cal Military Academy had been my father's last resort to make a man out of me. I hated it here, but there was no use trying to fight my father, he always got what he wanted and to hell with anyone else. The only good thing about the Academy was the year around classes. I think sometimes that was why Father had sent me here.
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Story Added: 2015-01-31
Several years ago, I moved into a new subdivision and lived alone. The neighbors were friendly and everyone seemed to welcome me. My garage was filled with hobby stuff. My then, current kick was remote control model airplanes and boats. Being a teaching consultant and semi-retired, I spent hours in my "shop" tinkering with things.
One day, the son of a neighbor wandered up the driveway and introduced himself as, Andy. He was a nice looking kid and seemed interested in my hobbies. He told me he was home, skipping a semester from college and was bored. We talked about school and careers. He was 21 years old and like so many other young people, didn't really know what he wanted to do.
Andy came to visit nearly every day. He helped me and learned about scale aircraft. His dad was a salesman and traveled all the time, so I sort of stepped into that role. He was really a nice looking kid, about 5'9" and thin, short blonde hair and a great smile. I'm gay and tried not to look at him sexually, but it was difficult. He had a nice body and I could see through his tight shorts that he had a decent package.
Several weeks later, we left the flying field and stopped by a bar. We sat in the corner and I asked him about girlfriends. He said he had lots of Girl Friends, but no Girlfriends. He told me he really wasn't interested in dating or that sort of stuff. After a couple drinks we went back to the house. He came in and I decided to seduce him. He sat on the couch in the living room and I went to make us another drink. When I returned, he was paging through a magazine, I had inadvertently left on the coffee table. It was a Gay mag and he seemed to be into it.
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Story Added: 2015-01-29
MIP, Minor in Possession was the charge that brought 18-year-old Daniel Brown to the county lock up. It wasnt even a serious charge; Daniel had been caught with a few beers. Daniel wasnt a bad kid; he had simply pinched some of his fathers beers, and had headed towards a party.
A passing police car noticed Daniel walking down a street carrying a plastic sack. Closer inspection led to Daniels arrest. One officer cuffed Daniel, and patted him down while the other read him his rights. A short drive took Daniel to the country jail.
Daniel was escorted to the booking area. The 6 foot tall, 150-pound youth was fingerprinted and photographed. It went downhill for Daniel after that. He was led into another room, and ordered to strip as two officers stood observing his moves.
Few males are comfortable undressing around other males; Daniels face was flushed as he slowly removed his clothes. The officers ignored the stall for time, and talked to one another. Daniels fingers fumbled as he nervously undressed in front of the older, mature, uniformed men. Soon, all that remained was Daniels white briefs. Even his chest was flushed as he pulled them down and stepped out of them.
The search routine begins. Daniel was totally humiliated, as he stood naked, facing the officers. One officer barked the orders as the other investigated Daniels removed clothing. Daniel followed the orders, more embarrassed then he had ever been in his life. First, he opened his mouth wide, as the officer held a flashlight and looked into Daniels mouth. Then, he ran his fingers through his short brown hair as the officer looked on. Next, his hands held high above his head, his arm pits were inspected, nothing there, but a few wispy brown hairs.
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Story Added: 2015-01-27
This story is about me (David) and my Uncle (Mick). I was 18 when this sexy scene happened. I'm a 6' 6" tall, blue-eyed guy, with short, bleached spiky hair. I'm muscular for my age and have a four-inch floppy cock. My uncle looks a lot like porn star Donnie Russo, whom we both admire. Uncle is 6' 4" tall, with blue eyes and short spiky hair. Uncle Mick is extremely muscular and he has a six-inch floppy cock.
One day, my uncle had a building job to do in my hometown. He found out later on that it was next door to my house. He saw me walking, which is part of my daily routine and we started to talk. After a bit, I invited him to come over to my place on his lunch break. He accepted.
I had my lunch at noon and I was getting into my spa. Five minutes later, I saw him jump over the fence and he spotted me in the warm water. I asked if he wanted to join me.
"I haven't got anything to wear," he said,
I replied, "Neither do I."
Quickly, he stripped off his clothes and climbed in. There was one thing I was longing to see - his cock. I finally saw it. His meat was at least 7- -inches longand it was only semi-hard!
I closed my eyes to relax and put my hand on the armrest. His hand was already there. I moved it away. But, he said, "It's okay."
The pumps went off after 10 minutes and I saw his semi hard cock bobbing in the water. He caught me staring. I thought he would have killed me. But, he asked if I liked it.
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Story Added: 2015-01-23
I jacked off every chance I got, afterall, it was the only sex that I was having. I lived in a pretty remote area and school was the only place to meet girls, and even then, most were taken or had marriage on their minds just to get away from home. I was not into that and besides, when I jacked off, I fantasized about other boys not girls at all. I had this place that I use to slip off to when I got horny where I wouldn't be disturbed. It was an old travel trailer that had been left behind and parked in the woods. Over time the weeds had overtaken the area closes to the road, so unless you knew it was there, you couldn't see it any longer and it offered to perfect place for me to jack my cock and shoot my cum. I could only imagine what it would be like to suck another cock or have mine sucked by a male.
That all changed one day in late summer. I was tucked away in my little travel trailer, completely naked and working on my cock. I use to like to bring myself close and let off over and over until I couldn't stand it any longer, and then when I blew, oh my God, it was tremendous. I didn't hear footsteps approaching and before I knew it, the door was pulled open and I was caught. Naked as a bird, hard cock in hand, sweating and now totally busted. The man stepped inside and told me that the trailer had belonged to his grand-father and he was there to check it out for future use. I was totally embarrassed and grabbed my shirt to cover my nakedness. He sinced all this and told me to relax that he use to whack his cock all the time when he was young. He appeared to be in his late 40"s and was kinda nice looking, nothing special but not hard on the eyes. He came over to the cot and sat next to me. He asked me what I thought about when I was whacking off. I blushed completely red and before I could answer he told me that he use to jack off with a male friend of his and sometimes they played around. He asked if I had ever played around with anyone. I told him that I had not had sex with anyone, male or female. You could cut the tension in the air, as we both just sat there, him looking at me and me at him. He then asked me to stand and as I did, he pulled the shirt out of my hand and told me that he wanted to see me naked. As I stood, my now limp cock began to stir because of the attention it was getting. He reached forward and took my cock in his hand and gently sqeezed it. This caused and immediate reaction as I gasped at his touch enhaling sharply, but enjoying the touch so much.
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Story Added: 2015-01-21
I was 22 years old and stationed on an aircraft carrier in Alameda, California; across the Bay from San Francisco. It was a Friday night and I was horny and fed up with the military attitude. I just wanted to get away and get a good fuck in the process. I hopped in my car and drove across the bridge to San Francisco, simply known as The City by those who love it.
I parked and walked a couple of blocks to The Stud, a popular dance club in the heart of The City. I could hear the dance tunes blasting out of the doorway a block away. I paid the $3 gate fee and proceeded straight to the bar and ordered a double Southern Comfort and Coke. I gulped half of it down and waited the few seconds for the liquid fire to subside and be replaced with a slight swimming in my head. I could feel the joints and muscles of my arms and legs relax and the headaches of military life melt away.
Now I was ready to be social. I then slammed the rest of my drink and ordered another. I turned away from the bar and looked around to see who and what had shown up tonight. It was busy, but nowhere near as busy as it would get over the next 2 hours, as it was only about 9 p.m. I often suspected that the two huge leather-clad studs that worked the door had huge levers hidden somewhere to cram the guys in, like the Tokyo subway system has.
There were young guys and old daddies, leather studs and drag queens, guys playing pool and guys playing pocket pool. Around the corner at the end of the bar I could see two hot young studs sitting closely, one whose right hand was hidden below the level of the bar, but the rhythmic up and down motion of his bicep indicated that he was giving his partner a hand job. Every once in a while the guy getting jacked would tilt his head slightly back and suck in a deep breath, obviously enjoying a flash of electricity running through his throbbing cock.
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Story Added: 2015-01-19
Here I was 18 years old making my first big road trip. My sister had just gotten married and I was heading to see her and her new husband for the weekend. After several lectures from my parent about driving to fast, stopping in rest stops, and making sure I was wide awake while driving I finally got on the road. I knew the trip would only take three hours but I told my parents I would go slow so I would be there in 4 hours.
Well one hour into the trip and I got a frickin flat. Oh well it was nothing to change a flat so I got the spare out of the trunk and set up the jack. Just then an old ford truck went by, the driver slowed down and pulled off just a head of me. Out climbs this guy about 48 years old, flannel shirt half open, smoking a big ole cigar. as he got close to the car he yelled out, "Hey, boy, got a flat?" I thought, gee he sure is a bright one. He walked up to me as I was jacking the car up. I glanced up and about fell over. Looking back at me was the hottest guy I had seen in a while. Salt and pepper hair, big thick stash, a thick furry chest pushing open his flannel shirt and a big shiny wedding ring on his finger. I dropped my eyes lower and could feel my cock getting hard he had the biggest bulge I had ever seen and hanging down his leg was a good thick piece of daddy cock. I could feel myself shacking and I knew if this guy stayed around I would be sporting a big hard on in no time and I would never be able to change this tire.
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Story Added: 2015-01-17
Little did I know what lay in store when I phoned and made an appointment for an eye test and new glasses.
Arriving at the optometrist's I sat in the waiting room and was surprised when I was called in only to see that optometrist was a young Asian guy who introduced himself as Lee - now I am very partial to Asian guys having never met one yet who does not have a nice body etc not to mention a nice cut cock and bubble butt arse and Lee was no exception.
I sat in the chair and he took my details and I could not help nut notice the nice bulge in his tight black trousers - he noticed I was looking at his crotch and he smiled slightly and looked down at mine then he got straight into the examination - he was so close to me that I could feel the heat from his body and I was getting thicker in the stick by the second and he seemed to be pressing his crotch into my side more and more and when he turned the lights off for further examination of my eyes I couldn't help but push my elbow slightly into his crotch and yes he was getting as hard as I was so I thought to myself 'what the fuck - go for broke' and I sat back and cupped his basket in my right hand and squeezed and he moaned and I said, "You like eh?" and he said "Yeah" and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his gorgeous cut cock and being the cock craving old bastard I am I went for it and greedily swallowed his six inches and began greedily sucking him off.
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Story Added: 2015-01-15
It felt so strange sleeping alone that night, alone in a bed I had occupied with Danny for the past year. The sheets were cold and I missed his warm body close to mine. A tear formed in my right eye, quivered slightly then ran down the side of my cheek and faded away.
"I miss you Danny," I croaked softly. "I miss you. Please come home soon. I need you so much."
Danny isn't his real name, that is almost impossible to pronounce and totally impossible to spell. He was first introduced to me as Danny and Danny he will always be.
For more than a year we shared that bed and as I lay there thinking over the good times we had together I thought right back to our first meeting and cried myself to sleep with the memories.
I am, a freelance journalist by trade and when I was offered a commission to go to Kosovo and write a series of articles for an international relief agency I jumped at the opportunity.
It was a long journey, flying first from London to Budapest and then to Tirana in Albania where I joined a UN flight into Prestina. The military conflict had been over for just three weeks when I arrived, the airport was a military base and nobody paid any attention to the small group of civilians leaving the white United Nations jet. There was no immigration, no passport control and as the tiny terminal building was closed while it could be checked for unexploded munitions we simply walked from the aircraft, across the tarmac and out onto the road outside.
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Story Added: 2015-01-13
"Clean your plate, Gil," Uncle Ned admonished his eighteen year old nephew, "we don"t want to waste food, there are starving children all over the world who would give anything for your left overs!" "Yes, Uncle," Gil dutifully replied, as he scooped up a last bite of mashed potatoes and gravy with a half a slice of rye bread. "That"s a good boy," he commented, as he cleared away the dinner dishes from the kitchen table, "wash or wipe he asked," while filling the sink with soapy dishwater!?!" "Uh, wipe," Gil replied, as he picked up the dish towel while waiting for the first clean dish to be placed in the drip rack. The two of them did the dishes in silence, until when they were about half way through, Uncle Ned nonchalantly mentioned, "I found your magazines when I dusted under your bed today, do you think that those are the type of magazines a boy of your age should be reading!?!" Gil turned a bright shade of red and fumbled to find the proper words to answer his uncle! A bemused smile crept across his face as he watched his nephew twist in the wind, and for the next several minutes he let him stew in his embarrassment until he continued on, "Well, I guess a boy your age would just naturally show an interest in sex, but I"m not to sure that those skin magazines are the best way to go about it!!!" "Have you ever seen a boy"s erection before," he asked in all seriousness!?! "No," he whispered, "I haven"t!" "All done," he intoned, "as he handed the last glass to Gil for drying, "let"s go into the living room and talk about this a little further!"
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Story Added: 2015-01-11