Tim's Exciting Summer

The sun was just dropping below the horizon as Tim Claver glanced out the window of the bus. They were speeding down the straight highway bordered on both sides by farms as far as the eye could see. Tim was happy. School was over for the summer and he had three full months before he had to return to Chicago for his final year of high school. Several weeks earlier, after being perturbed at not being able to find a job for the summer, a letter had come from his Uncle Bob in Kansas. The letter had been an invitation to spend a month on the farm. Tim had leapt at the chance. He had been anxious to get our of the hustle and bustle of the city, and since he hadn't been able to find a job, this was just the chance he had been waiting for.

Aunt Alice had died suddenly two years earlier, so Uncle Bob now lived alone in the big house with his son, Dave. Dave was around Tim's age, but Tim could hardly remember him. Uncle Bob's family had never come to Chicago to visit the Clavers, and Tin's family had only been once to visit the farm when Tim was eight years old. So, Tim was looking forward to seeing his relatives again. Tim stretched his large frame in the seat tugging at his tight Levis where they were pulling at the crotch. Tim ran his fingers through his soft, blond hair, and adjusted his sunglasses. He had matured fast and he was proud of the way others looked at him. He frequently caught admiring glances coming his way, from the guys as well as the girls. He had on a new pair of Levis that his mother had insisted that he wear, though he had insisted that he would be more comfortable in his old faded pair. But, no, she wanted him to make a good impression, so here he was suffering in his seat. Not only did the pants look new, but the gaps between the buttons of the fly had the annoying habit of opening far enough to show the white of his jockey shorts. He had already glimpsed two men staring at him.

There were few people in the bus as it droned along the highway. Most of them had gotten off in Kansas City. Uncle Bob's farm was just outside of Abilene, so Tim didn't have too much further to go. In the seat across from him, Tim glanced at a young sailor who had boarded the bus in Kansas City. The sailor was lying back in his seat, with his jacket over his lap. At first, Tim thought he was asleep, but then he noticed the sailor's right hand was underneath the jacket, which was moving up and down.

"Oh, wow," thought Tim, "it looks like he's jacking off in a public bus!" As he continued to watch out of the corner of his eye, Tim could see the rhythmic movements getting faster and faster and he could hear the sailor starting to breathe heavier. Tim's own dick began to harden as he realized what the sailor was doing. He made his tightly stretched Levis rub over his stiffening cock. He felt the rod getting hard and thick, pushing up along his belly until the bulbous head was touching the bottom of his brief's elastic waistband. Tim pushed his right leg out, stretching it and making room in his pants for his dick. Tim had discovered the pleasures of jacking off a few years before, but, while he enjoyed doing it, he never would have dared it where someone else might happen to notice. Just then, the bus driver pulled into a small town, bring the bus to a stop in front of a well-lighted restaurant.

"We'll have a fifteen minute rest stop," he called out. The sailor, after a little activity under his jacket, had gotten up to leave the bus, and Tim, curious, followed at a safe distance. As the sailor stepped down the steps of the bus to the platform, Tim was right behind him, and he noticed the outlines of his underpants through the tight white material of his uniform.

As he reached the light, the sailor stopped briefly at the candy counter and Tim noticed how really handsome he was. He looked not much older than Tim, with dark hair and a well-tanned complexion. As she reached up to pay for his candy bar, Tim couldn't help but notice the long, stiff rod that was perfectly obvious through the tight pants.

Tim's cock stirred again, and he wondered, "What's the matter with me? Why should I find this sailor so interesting?"

Unable to restrain himself, Tim followed the sailor as he went into the men's room. As Tim entered, he noticed the door of the last cubicle closing and under it saw the sailor turn around and drip his pants to the floor. Hesitatingly, Tim entered the next cubicle, and unbuckled his Levis. As he pulled them down, he could feel his now erect dick straining to get out of the soft, white material of his jockey shorts. He traced the outline of the hard rod before pulling the shorts down and sitting on the toilet, wondering what was happening next door. Tim was a little disturbed to find that several holes had been bored in the wall.

"What if he can see me, the way I am?" thought Tim, and he pushed his erect cock down between his legs.

Tim tried keeping his eyes straight ahead, but as he heard a soft rhythmic sound from the next booth, he stealthily glanced over toward one of the holes. It was small, and at first he couldn't make out anything through it. Suddenly there was movement, and as his eyes focused, he was able to make out a long, thick cock, sticking out of the fly of a pair of tight briefs, being gently massage by the sailor's hand. Tim's own cock was straining between his legs. He reached down and began to stroke it, slowly so the movements could not be heard. Tim could sense the sailor moving closer to the wall. "Was he listening, or looking through the hole himself?" wondered Tim. Then, through the hole he had been looking through, Tim saw a rolled sheet of toilet paper being pushed through. With trembling hands, he pulled it out, unrolled it, and read what had been hastily penciled on one side-- "Why don't you push it through the large hole?"

Tim was aghast. What did this guy mean? Sure enough, there was a hole about an inch and a half in diameter just in front of him. "I guess he wants to see my cock," thought Tim, "Oh well, why not; what can I lose?"

So, standing and facing the wall, letting his pants and briefs drop to the floor, Tim placed his erect lance through the hole. Was that a sigh he heard? He was about to pull it back, when he felt the softest tough as the sailor's fingers, feathery light, brushed over the straining purple head. Slowly, they strayed down the shaft, playing with the folds of skin, tweaking the wispy hairs that grew around the base.

Tim was petrified, but he didn't move. He was feeling the strangest and most wonderful sensation. Then, he started, as something moist touched the shaft. The sailor's tongue had taken the place of his fingers, and it was tracing circles on Tim's hot flesh.

"Oh wow," murmured Tim as the sailor's mouth closed delicately over the head, and stared a slow, sucking motion.

Tim bent his knees and strained against the wall. Jacking off had never felt like this. His cock was expanding and expanding until he was sure it would burst. Ecstasy overcame Tim.

"Oh, man," he exclaimed, "keep it up, don't stop...don't stop ...oh, man, ohhhh!" tim could not hold back his climax, and he shot and shot into the greedy mouth; time and time again he came, while the sailor licked every last drop of thick boy cum. Weakly, Tim fell back on the seat, closing his eyes to relive the delicious sensation. My, he had never felt anything like that every before in his whole life.

"Bus number 2846 is now boarding," blared the loud speaker to bring Tim our of his reverie.

As Tim pulled up his jockey shorts and pants, he noticed that the sailor had already returned to the bus. Tim hurried back to his seat just as the bus lurched back onto the highway. As he glanced across the aisle, he saw the sailor look up and smile at him. Tim shyly smiled back and drifted off into a restful sleep.

Hot Tub Studs

The fair city of Madison, Wisconsin has much to offer in the way of drinking establishments, but the trouble is they all close early. So, at one in the morning on a Friday night Ron and I found ourselves with nothing left to do but head back to the hotel. It was still early for us, used to the late nights back on campus in Indiana, and we wandered the streets, having been turned down at the entrance to a frat party. Hopefully there was still something going on at the hospitality suite.

We had travelled the 250 miles to Mad City in a brand new gray Camaro, eating cold pizza and drinking colder beer, to join about a dozen other engineers from our university in attending the midwest regional student conference, this year hosted by the University of Wisconsin. After the first day of the conference was ended, most of us were ready to go out and paint the town. We teamed up with the two University of Ohio students sharing our room at the hotel and we did our best to have a drink in as many of the forty bars listed by our hosts in a convenient bedeker they put together for the occasion. As it turned out, we only made it to five, including one located in the basement of the student union, before the doors were closed on us.

Back at the hotel, the party that had been going on in the hospitality suite had pretty much drawn to a close, but a few people were still hanging around. The suite opened up on the balcony overlooking the swimming pool, and a couple of people were down below, trying to break into the jacuzzi. The four of us returned to our room and put on our swimming trunks; by the time we got back they had gotten inside, and were trying to get into the small room housing the controls to the jacuzzi. We tried everything from coat hangers to credit cards, but the door wouldn't open. That meant we could not turn on the heat, and a cold jacuzzi seemed uninviting, but seeing a large plastic garbage can nearby I got an idea to remedy the problem. We took the garbage can to the ladies shower room, filled it with scalding hot water, which we then carried to the hot tub and dumped inside to raise the temperature. "About ten more trips," I said, "and it should be warm enough to get inside."

On the second trip to the shower room, I got a good look at Jeff. He had a smooth, muscular body that made me lick my lips as he stood there, naked except for his trunks. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I knew better than to try a stunt like that. I couldn't help wanting his body, though, and I felt my cock stiffen slightly.

After about ten trips, we finally all got into the tub, which was now good and warm. We sat there in near darkness, passing around a couple of cans of Mountain Dew spiked with vodka and talking. I was sitting with my feet stretched out in front of me, directly across from Jeff, my right leg rubbing against his. He made no effort to move away, and so we sat there in the darkness, barely touching each other.

One by one everyone began to leave the hot tub to retire for the night, until it was only Ron, Jeff and myself. Ron finally got out and went into the exercise room to work out before going to bed. That left Jeff and I alone in the tub, sharing the last can of soda. We continued talking, and under the water I casually let my hand rub against his right leg. A little while later I did it again, this time a little more deliberately. Jeff made no sign that he felt anything, so I did it again, this time letting my hand linger a little longer so that I could actually feel the soft hairs on his thigh.

We sat in silence for a while, then I began stroking the inside of his leg, moving higher and higher, until I ran into the leg of his trunks. I felt up into his crotch and found his cock hard and straining to excape from its bindings.

I stood up in the tub and pulled down my trunks, letting my hard eight inch penis swing freely. Jeff's eyes lit up at the sight of my erect manhood and he reached down and pulled off his own trunks. I sat down next to him and reached over to grab his cock, which had to be the biggest hunk of meat in the midwest; it must have been over ten inches long and a couple thick! I ran my fingers through his pubic hairs, then moved up onto his smooth, tight abdomen. My fingers dallied around his navel, then up onto his chest. I massaged his well developed pecs and he reached over to grab my cock, running his hand up and down my shaft, while I played with his left nipple.

He turned to face me, and we moved toward each other until we met in a tight-lipped kiss. I worked away at him, our mouths opening wide and wet. My tongue moved inside of him, finding his own tongue waiting, quivering. Our faces fused as our tongues danced together, strong and moist. I broke away and followed his cheek with the tip of my tongue until it reached his ear. I nibbled at his right ear lobe for awhile, then licked down across his throat and out onto his chest. His skin was sweet with sweat, and I headed for his nipple. I took the nub in between my teeth and bit down softly. He moaned and tightened his grip on my dick, grabbing the back of my head with his other hand and pushing me down into his chest. I alternately licked and sucked at his nipple, then went across his chest to the other nipple, which I gave a similar treatment to, while all along he kept jerking away at my cock. I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew it wouldn't be long before I let loose with my first salvo.

He suddenly let go of my cock and rolled over on top of me. He began to hump away at me, his huge dick pressed into my stomach almost up to my ribs. I grabbed hold of his tight ass and pulled him to me, bucking up against him as he rammed his pole into me. After a little while he eased back, positioning his ass so that it was directly above my dick. He didn't have to say anything; "Fuck me!" was written all over his face. I pushed the head of my dick against his tight hole and with both hands began to shove my meat up his ass. Hot water doesn't make a very good lubricant, but I was able to get my whole cock into him as he relaxed his hole and slid down on top of me. I buried my pulsating rod up into his ass as far as I could go, until his balls were slapping against my stomach. I began to gyrate under him twisting my pelvis to thrust my cock in and out of his tight, warm hole, my hands squeezing his thighs as he straddled me. I looked up at his beautiful body staring me in the face, shimmering a pale glow in the halflight. I ran my hands up along his flanks and up around his back to grab his shoulders from behind, pulling him down onto my swollen dickmeat. A few more pumps, straining to reach as far into his ass as I could manage, and I began to come, shooting jets of hot, wet jism into his bowels, pulling him down onto me, pressing my body against his in a wild embrace. My dick popped out of his ass and he began to kiss me, his lips burning and wet, his hot tongue penetrating into my mouth just the way I wanted his dick in me, all juicy and dripping. It seemed that he could read my mind, because he stood up suddenly and pushed his dick toward my face, his balls hanging just above the water. "Suck me!", he commanded, and I could not refuse his order.

I looked at the huge manflesh staring me in the eye and I licked my lips, moistening them to prepare for the entrance of that delicious slab of meat. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into position, his cock pulsating just inches in front of my face. I started by attacking his balls, one at a time, licking them lightly with the tip of my tongue for awhile, then moving slowly up his shaft, covering the underside of his cock with saliva, until I reached the head. I teased him by licking it ever so playfully until he could stand no more.

"Suck it!", he urged, grabbing my head and pushing his dick up against my lips. I opened my mouth to let in his thick stalk, taking in just the head at first, then working my way farther and farther down the shaft until I had all I could fit inside without gagging. I closed my lips firmly around his hot flesh, rubbing my tongue along the underside of his cock, and he began to moan softly. I slowly pulled back off his dick until his head was on the tip of my tongue, then took him in again. I continued bobbing up and down on his cock, my hand playing with his balls, which I felt pulling up against his body as he readied for his explosion.

After awhile he began to anticipate my rhythm, bucking away, shoving his dick in and out of my mouth, giving me the best oral fucking of my life. Then he came full force, sending thick gobs of cum into my eager mouth. I took it all in, licking away ravenously at the tip of his dick to get at every last drop.

He sat down next to me, exhausted, then leaned over and we kissed a third time, a soft gentle kiss. He pulled away and checked his wristwatch lying on the side of the jacuzzi. "It's getting pretty late," he told me, "and I have to ge back before my boyfriend gets home from work."

"Do you have time for a shower?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, sure," he said. We went over to the shower room and locked the door behind us.

In the shower we took turns soaping each other up, but when he started soaping up his own dick I knew what was coming. "Let me fuck you," he said, and I obediently turned my back on him, offering my ass to be mauled by his enormous cock. He soaped my asshole, I relaxed my sphincter as best I could, and he eased his cock up my ass. After about a dozen strokes I was loosened up enough to enjoy the pounding my ass was taking. We came almost at the same time, and I swear I could feel my asshole filling up with his cum. He pulled out of me and washed off his dick, then we both rinsed off and got out of the shower.

After we dressed he invited me to stay with him and his boyfriend the next time I was in Madison.

I accepted gladly.

Hot Shower

His profile had been listed on the local gay computer bulletin board for a week now: 32, 5'11", 165lbs, black hair, eyes, 'stash' & beard. Eight prime inches of uncut meat. Not interested in bullshit - you can save that for the J.O. boys. I'm a damn good cocksucker because I LIKE dick, the Bigger the Better. Willing to demonstrate my talent on the right man with the right dick. The rest we can work on later. Call (718) 555- 5555, ask for Ted.

Nothing. Here he was a hot and horny man, tired of the bars and back rooms and ready for a dynamite fuck session and... no dynamite. The screen in front of him merely said: "No per- sonal messages waiting."

He looked down and noticed that his cock was jutting out from his under his shorts, rock hard and dripping precum onto the chair. It didn't take much to get that thing up and ready for action. He reached down and with his finger and gathered the juice that had collected in the loose foreskin around his dick. Even with his prick pumped up -- like now -- he had always had that extra skin that could cover his entire shaft and catch whatever came out of it. He sucked his own juice, letting his taste buds remind him of his run-in with that jogger a few days ago. Hot dick, hotter mouth. That time, Ted had been the one with the big dick and he'd been more than willing to feed it to the jogger's ass-tight throat.

But that had been nearly two weeks ago, and since then work (and boredom) had kept him from the cruising scene. He'd hoped that the computer would have provided a further outlet for his never-satisfied libido. So far, a big, fat...nothing. He logged off the BBS and shut down his PC.

After a quick shower, he got into bed. Ted thought of milking his dick and freeing the pent-up cum in his balls. He was horny enough -- Ted's dick FELT like he hadn't cum for a month. Still, that old axiom that good things cum to those who wait had proved itself true many times. Besides, he always dreamed of hot, hairy and horny studs whenever he went to sleep without shooting his load. And there was only one thing better than DREAMING about big dicks...

He dreamed of canoes on a lake, gliding over the surface with no effort. Long canoes with thick oars floating in a thick mist while the telephone rang...

Telephone?

He jerked up in bed, awake and reaching for the phone. The alarm clock read 2:27 a.m. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.

"Ted?" the voice on the phone asked. A man's voice, low and deep.

"Yeah? This is Ted."

"You said no bullshit. Interested in a challenge?"

"A what?" Ted answered, reaching for the light.

"My dick, man -- my dick." Ted stopped still. "I'm offer- ing you the challenge of working on this dick of mine, no bull- shit. Your profile said you like big cocks and I've got one, plain and simple. The only thing you've got to do is make it feel good -- REAL good. Don't care how you do it; whether you wrap your mouth or your ass around it....or both...it doesn't matter to me, just so long as you're able to handle it. Inter- ested?"

Ted said a silent prayer to whatever god of the computer there was. "You're god damn right, I'm interested," he said into the phone.

The dude laughed over the telephone. "Good....nice to know you mean what you say!" he said. Ted scrambled to get a pen and paper to write down the house number and location. He noticed that the address was only a short distance away and duly reported the fact over the phone. "Looks like you'll get this dick sooner than you thought, then," the voice said. "Be here in 15 minutes."

Ted was there with seven minutes to spare. He rang the doorbell at the top of the brownstone steps. From inside he heard a "Come on in, it's open..." and entered the house. He was in a long entryway that was unlit, like much of the house. The only light was from the second floor, from which he now heard the sound of running water. "Come on up," the voice called.

Ted followed the light -- in fact, it was the only light on in the house. He paused before turning to face the doorway of the bathroom, took a deep breath, and stepped up to the door.

Standing just inside and right-angled to the door was his midnight caller. He stood at the sink, all 6'6" of him, careful- ly trimming the dark-blond beard he wore. Ted watched as the man continued to shave. He was covered with a fine pelt of hair that ran from light to dark blond; a light, almost white coloring around his mouth and mustache to a dark, nearly-black crotch. His body was firm, not from workouts, but naturally firm and he had a natural attitude about him that showed this man knew what he had going for him and was proud of it.

Ted began to breathe a little heavier as he took in the sight of the dick he soon hoped to be working on. It was a nice, soft, plump dick that hung down into the sink, owing to the size of its owner. This dick went hand-in-hand with its body, both being long and thick. Ted stared at it until he realized that his host had finished shaving and turned to him.

"Not bad," he said in appraisal of Ted. "Name's Chuck," he offered with his hand. Ted shook it and then looked up to see Chuck smiling. "Like what you see?" he asked. Ted nodded. "Good. You just wait right here for a minute. I've got a shower to take and need to get a towel." He motioned to the toilet that sat directly across from the bathtub. "Have a seat. Be back in a minute."

As he passed, Chuck ruffled the hair on Ted's head and purposely let his low hanging cock brush Ted' arm. Ted was hot, horny and anxious to work on that meat. He moved to the toilet, dropping his shorts and shirt in the process. He lifted the seat, aimed his dick at the bowel, and let loose a stream of piss that funneled out of his foreskin. Cut cocks sprayed the piss, but guys -- like Ted -- that had more than the usual amount of foreskin could funnel the piss like a hose. Ted had forgotten to piss in his hurry to get here and he wondered if he'd be finished before Chuck got back.

He wasn't, but Chuck didn't seem to mind. "Move over," was all he said.

A second or two passed and then Chuck's dick joined Ted's in filling the bowel with their piss. There was the spray of a cut dick, Ted noticed, but he didn't mind. Watching a guy piss out of a big, heavy dick was one of Ted's private favorites. He watched it as it lay on Chuck's palm, which was only sightly bigger than the dick it held. Their piss streams crossed. Chuck put his arm around Ted's shoulders, pulling him closer, and then aimed his dick at Ted's, the piss running and spilling over. Ted quickly followed Chuck's lead and soon both pricks were coated with each others piss.

Ted finished pissing, but saw that Chuck had a ways to go yet. Pushing the last few drops from his cock, Ted slowly sank to his knees in response to the gentle but firm pressure from Chuck's arm. His cock began to swell as Chuck continued to piss, his meat only inches from Ted's face. Ted could smell their piss now. He moved forward and began to lick his own piss from the horse-cock. The salty taste filled his mouth as he tongue-bathed this dick, feeling the flow of piss in the dick with his lips. As Chuck began to finish, Ted turned his head and took the dick head into his mouth. Chuck let the last of his piss flow into Ted.

"Suck it down, babe," he said. Ted gulped and swallowed, grateful he wasn't taking the entire load, but hungry for more, all the same. As he took the last few drops of Chuck's piss, he began to move his mouth further down the dick shaft, moving closer to the dark blond crotch. He could feel the cock in his mouth begin to swell. As it grew harder and longer, it seemed to push Ted from itself even as he tried to take more of it in. Ted wrapped both hands around the base of the thing, willing his throat to relax. He looked up to see Chuck smiling.

"Take it easy, guy," Chuck said. "I TOLD you it was a big cock, didn't I?" Chuck ran his fingers through Ted's beard. "Have a seat," he said, pulling his tool from Ted's mouth. As Ted pulled the seat cover down and sat, Chuck turned on the shower. He stepped in and pulled the clear plastic curtain around him.

Ted began to smile. Directly in front of him was a circle cut out of the shower curtain! "A do-it-yourself glory hole!" he thought to himself. Ted looked to Chuck and nodded, showing that he understood. He leaned forward and opened his mouth.

Through the clear plastic Chuck saw this hot man, ready and waiting to service his dickmeat. He was glad Ted knew what he was doing, that he need no instructions. As a reward, Chuck was prepared to offer him as much of his cock as Ted could take. He aimed the purple shafthead through the hole where it slid smooth- ly into the waiting mouth. "God damn!" he thought to himself. "This is some prize cocksucker." Most guys got no further on his dick than the head, but Ted was already half-way down and still going. Chuck sighed a moan of pure pleasure and then began to soap himself up, letting the water and suds cover his body even as Ted's mouth covered his dick.

Ted was in a state of total bliss and bordered on a trance. His only thought was to please this dick, this club, this fucking COCK within his mouth. His throat opening caressed the shaft and then, quickly and suddenly, opened up, letting the length slide in. Chuck groaned louder this time. Ted's throat began to flex itself, milking and sucking the huge prong it had a grip on. Now that he had the entire thing in him, he wasn't about to stop, not even for a breath.

The dick began to move, to slide in and out with a slow fucking motion. Ted looked up to see Chuck pressed against the clear plastic, his eyes closed and teeth gritted. The curtain clung to his wet body, his fur pelt matted to it. And all the while, his dick pumping in and out, now harder and faster, rush- ing to shoot itself down this hole.

Ted fell to his knees where his hand flew to his own rock- hard cock. His mouth lunged forward even as Chuck's dick fucked his face harder and harder. A low groan started somewhere in his gut. His whole body felt like one whole extension of dick -- from the base of Chuck's prick to the tip of his own and he moaned now, wanting to shoot, wanting Chuck's dick to shoot. It wouldn't be long now! He began to shake.

Chuck could feel the heat of his cum as it started out from his balls and down the length of his shaft. He shook his head and roared as the first blast of his load hit the base of Ted's throat. He threw his head back, the stream of water hitting him in the face as his dick unloaded itself into Ted. His hands grabbed hold of Ted's head through the plastic and held it still as he tried to plunge that dick of his even further into Ted.

Ted tried to open his throat even further, but the sheer size of the load from this dickclub was choking him. Chuck could hear Ted gagging, but kept on shooting, still trying to get his dick in as far as he could. And then...

Chuck fell back against the shower wall, panting, the water running over him. Ted was heaving in great gulps of air, his body slumped between his knees. His throat felt raw -- but that was exactly what he had been looking for. A minute passed and he looked up at the blond giant, who now had a smile of pleasure on his face. Again, he said a silent prayer to whatever god of the computer there was.

Ted stood and met Chuck's eyes. "Look," Ted said. "I've got to get to work in just awhile..." he opened the shower cur- tain. "But I sure could use a shower before I go!"

"A shower... why sure..." said Chuck...

Fantasy First

I will never forget those graveyard shifts at night that I worked last summer. I was in the middle of my work when I began to fantasize about what I would like my first gay experience to be like. It was more than I could stand and I had to relieve my horny feelings right away, so I took a jar of petroleum jelly and headed to the boys' bathroom lounge where I stripped my clothes off and entered one of the stalls. I knew it was safe for me to be in the bathroom because it was graveyard and I worked by myself, nobody would know I was in there dreaming about getting stuffed by another males' penis. I moved out of the stall and went into the lounge area of the bathroom where there was a sofa and a mirror in front of it. I sprawled out across the sofa and stared at my bare body in the mirror. I had often masturbated at the sight of my soft and hairless body. I have always enjoyed shaving my legs and buttocks and pubic hair so that I could be soft and sensuous in my jerk off moods and fantasies. I took out a frankfurter and began probing my moist asshole with it, this would be my lover's ready cock. As I lubricated myself with the jelly I began fucking myself with the winnie and whispering to myself "fuck me, yeah, oh better, fuck me good".

I was just about to spurt my milky fluid when the security guard on duty was making his rounds. He saw the bathroom lights on and decided to go in and turn them off. I was shocked when that door opened and he caught site of me laying there on my stomach screwing myself with a hot dog. He said I was going to have to learn a lesson as I begged him not to reveal his discov- ery to anyone else. He said I still must learn my lesson as he commanded my put my underwear back on and to bend over the sofa with my buttocks towards him. He then took both hands and ripped open the back of my underwear exposing my bare hairless ass again. Next, he pulled the elastic down to my ankles and had me lift one foot out of the leg of the torn underwear and he told me to stay spread eagled across the lounge sofa. He took off his black leather belt and began to beat me across my buttocks until tears were coming out of my eyes and I begged him to stop.

Then he forced my to my knees and commanded me to unzip his pants and pull out his cock which was now harder than bark on a redwood tree. He shoved his beautiful cock between my innocent lips and throbbed his meat down my throat until he was about to climax and then he withdrew and made me get on all fours as took the jelly and lubed my anal area real good and penetrated my virgin, moist asshole. I moaned and asked for more like I did when the frank- furter was inside me. As I was being mercilessly screwed into oblivion, I began masturbating with every thrust of the huge foreign cock inside me. My sphincter stretched to accommodate this fantasy come true. He then blew up inside of me as I felt the hot jism spurt and coat my insides like hot lava. He let out a big moan and I finished shooting my sperm onto the tiled floor. He then let me put my clothes on and get back to work. I am still working there, he invited my over to his place next week...mmmmm!

Morning Coffee

I looked at the morning, newly arrived and lingering, waiting for me to invite it in. I unlatched the tall garden windows, rearranged the geranium pots along the window's ledge, and lit the pilot under the coffee.

As I sucked the morning mist into my newly awakened lungs, my doorbell rang.

"Mr. Langlee?" A very tall kid, about twenty, stood on the other side of my front screen door. He looked familiar, and handsomely tall in his one-size-fits-all robe.

"I'm Jeff Corley from the apartment next door. "My plumbing is being worked on all day and I really need to shower. Any chance I can use yours?"

I never think clearly when I first wake up. This morning I felt as foggy as my garden. "Ah, sure, sure you can. I'm just getting myself going this morning, so come on in. Shower's back there at the end of the hall. Some coffee?"

His legs were thick and furry, extending from his neck through to the floor, a very tall, lanky boy. The robe barely covered the bulge of his buttocks. When he walked towards the shower I could see his firm ass cheeks skip against one another. His black hair curled everywhere.

"I take my coffee hot and back. Sure, I'd love some."

As he disappeared into the bathroom I turned, scratching my balls, feeling my own dick harden beneath my robe. A mirror hangs on a wall down the hallway to the bathroom, about half way down. I took a quick look. I straightened my hair, opened the robe just a bit, and followed him down to the bathroom. I heard the shower. It never occured to me to knock.

"Shit man. How about knocking next time?"

My neighbor stood facing me. A sculptured hard, naked specimen. Tall, large chested boy with a hairy chest and high muscled thighs. He was holding a steel hard cock in his right hand: he'd been caught masturbating into the sink!

"Hey Jeff-- I'm sorry, I didn't even think of knocking. But, hey, listen fella, don't waste that juice. There's nothing wrong with two guys jacking off together-- here, let me help you." I set the coffee down on the shower ledge and let my robe fall to the tiled floor.

"Mister, please, no. I'm not into other guys and that sort of sex." He pulled his large frame back against the sink and his buttocks cheeks squeezed outward. His balls were overflowing with juice. He stared at my rock hard cock as I stood facing him, stroking myself slowly, letting him respond-- and he did.

There was a silence. Jeff's expression was intense. A mixture of fear and desire. He was frightened of the excitement in his loins as he stood facing another naked man. His cock was enormous and thick and throbbing-- bobbing to the right-- ready to explode. Slowly, his hands reached for his cock and began to stroke.

I moved closer, staring straight ahead, meeting his gaze.

Our throbbing cocks touched and Jeff lurched against the sink. I placed my hands on his huge muscled thighs and began exploring him. My hands cupped his ass and I pulled him closer.

"Get down on the floor and take it in your mouth." He needed direction. To persuade him I fondled his tits and wrenched both breasts in my hands until he submitted and dropped to his knees. I directed his beautiful face and mouth onto my cock. His lips parted and I filled his mouth and throat, pulling hard and furiously at his thick, curly hair, slapping him and twisting his tits again and again. Muffled sounds of excitement came from his full mouth.

His hands roamed my fleshy buttocks, fingers discovering moist, hairy inlets, hands of flesh, muscles tightening and flexing in response to touch.

I felt my pre-cum ooze into his mouth. His face burrowed deeper and with more intensity into my crotch. He sucked and ate my crotch ravenously.

I pulled him loose from my cock. As he lifted up from his knees, his moist lips slid over my stomach and onto my chest, then into my armpits. Standing erect, he pulled me up to his mouth. We locked in a passionate kiss. Every muscle in his body rippled as I fondled him. I scraped my hands across his back and ripped at his flesh. He was so enormous, yet so submissive; he whimpered as we unclinched.

"Please mister, my girl friend will know for sure."

His tall, lanky frame was trembling and he continued to hold a massive, throbbing erection between his legs.

"Get into the bedroom. There won't be any marks." He hesitated, but followed me into the bedroom where I pushed him down onto the bed. "Spread those legs, baby. Daddy wants inside."

"Oh god, mister. No, I've never had a man fuck with me before. Please don't. Just let me have your cock again. I love your cock."

I positioned myself over him and hunched myself over his feet. His ankles were thick, covered with hair and his large feet were pink and clean like a baby's. I lifted his right foot and took his toes into my mouth. My sucking and warm saliva brought total submission-- and he was mine. He lay squirming and groaning as I devoured both feet and ate my way up his hair matted legs to his rump.

By the time I reached his asshole he was screaming for me to fuck him. His legs opened without command. His giant ass puckered and quivered in anticipation.

"Suck my cock. Lube it up, kid."

He devoured me. I was ready to screw him, but I pulled out of his mouth. Reversing myself, I sat on his begging face and allowed him to eat, lick and inhale his first man's asshole.

I positioned myself on top of him. His legs were heavy and felt like large timbers on my shoulders. My cock was dripping with saliva and pre-cum and I began the plunge into the virgin hole. He writhed and screamed in pain-- holding his head in his hands, "No, oh shit. noooooo! Stop! Please Stop."

"Easy, little boy. Relax, Daddy's going to give his son babies." I plunged in further and he continued to howl. I grabbed his arms and began pumping before he could yank himself away from me.

"Ohhhhhhh, big baby boy. Daddy's going to make you happier than any woman." Soon his painful groans became a deep, lusty growling. He gathered pillows under his back and thighs-- instinctively-- and began pushing into me, begging for me.

Our intensity grew, peaked and leveled, the peaked again. As I slowed my plunging, allowing myself to notice his muscled, long legs darting out to either side in spasms, he begged for more. He was a kisser and a screamer. I wanted his first man to be his best. I began pounding my cock into his anal canal and buried my face in his neck cavity. He was incoherent. His eyes closed, drool running from his mouth. His armpits were moist and sweat dripped from our attached bodies.

"Oh, shit. I'm coming, mister. Oh, no fuckin' shit. I'm coming. Oh, Daddy, I'm coming."

I took his left tit into my mouth. His legs reached for nonexistent leverage-- stiffening-- and he screamed out his most powerful command: "FUCK ME, DADDY. FUCK YOUR BABY BOY! OH FUCK ME DADDDDDY. AWWWWWWGGGHHH!"

I fucked him as he commanded and shot him full of me. He never touched his cock. He just shot, again and again-- great steamy lumps of semen, yellowish. Frothing clumps lept from his dick to my chest and returned to his sweaty, moist chest. His ass took every drop of my load without a drop oozing out.

As Jeff was leaving, a plumber approached him.

"Hey, kid. How about you and me going inside and I'll tell you all about your plumbing problems?"

The plumber kept a cool eye on Jeff's firm ass as he followed him into the apartment next door.

Shower Suprise

I went to work one Saturday knowing that I should be able to get some work done. Sure enough, the parking lot was empty and I got right to work.

I only took a couple of short breaks and was feeling very sore by mid-afternoon. I decided that I had earned a break and went to the men's room to use the shower facilities.

I was had just finished shampooing my hair when I saw someone enter the dressing area. He was one of the engineers from upstairs who often showered here after his daily runs.

He undressed and came toward me saying that he didn't expect to find any one at work. I couldn't seem to find my voice as I watched his long cock swaying as he approached me. I looked up feeling my face get very red as I was caught staring at his manhood.

He pushed back the shower curtain all the way and came in to the shower stall. I knelt as he closed the curtain, taking his cock into my mouth, sucking greedily. He leaned against the wall, legs spread apart as I moved my head up and down, licking his shaft as I moved. He put his hands on my head to guide me as his hips started to piston into my hungry mouth. He came with a grunt sending a delicious ribbon of sperm into my throat as I masturbated on the floor.

He stepped out of the shower, pulling me by the ear to get me to follow him. I crawled over to him as he sat on the bench and started to suck his cock again. He leaned back and told me to lick his balls and I relished the taste of sweat since he didn't shower completely clean. I licked past his scrotum and tongued his asshole, tasting the bitter while I stroked his cock lightly with my hand. His cock started getting hard again as I fucked his ass with my tongue.

When he was good and hard again, he had me get oil from one of the lockers and I lubed his cock. I was breathing very hard as his cock glistened before me, knowing that it would soon be delving into my ass.

As soon as I thought he was oiled enough I knelt on the floor, putting my ass as high up as I could. He knelt behind me and put the head of his big cock against my hole and teased me, barely putting any pressure against me. I tried to lean back into him but he smiled and would lean away, frustrating me until I started to beg him to fuck my ass. I was jacking off as I tried to get him to cornhole me, and finally he grabbed my hips and thrust mightily into me. I felt yelled as my butt was torn open, feeling the blazing heat spread through my insides as I collapsed to the floor. He held on tight as he fucked me ruthlessly, forcing his cock to the hilt with every lovely stroke. The pain subsided as the warmth spread through me making me feel so completely full as my ass tried to adjust to his penetration. Soon his hips were a blur as he approached another orgasm. His hands gripped my shoulders as he lay across my back pounding into my ass. As he came I could feel his cock spasm in me as his lo ads of sperm flew into me. He kept grinding against my ass until every drop had been spent.

He pulled out and I crawled back after him into the shower. I soaped him down and sucked him back into my mouth. He started to moan as his legs started to shake. He slid down as I continued my assault on his dick until he was sitting on the shower floor. The water was pouring over us as he started to moan, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he thrust up toward my mouth. I kept my head stationary letting his cock fuck my mouth as I sucked on him and started to push two fingers against his wet asshole. I got my fingers up to the knuckle in his tight ass as he started to really squirm and his breathing became very irregular. He grabbed the back of my head and gagged me as he came again with a strangled yell as I got my fingers completely into his bum. I kept pushing my fingers in and out as I sucked him dry. When he collapsed on the floor I slid up behind him forcing my cock between his cheeks.

He tried to push me away but his strength was quite low and I wrapped my arm around his waist as I thrust with my hips. I felt his virgin asshole give way as he cried out, his head up against the corner of the shower, and I ran my free hand up his muscular back as I thrust into him again. I had about half my cock in him when he started to push his ass toward me, his hands braced against the wall. I pulled us up to our knees and started to hammer away at his lean runner's ass. He was so tight and gorgeous that I couldn't take it for long and I impaled him as I burst.

We kissed until our breathing reached normal, and he kept looking at me lovingly. I realized that I had a new convert on my hands and couldn't wait to break him completely in.

Five Mile High Club

I remember the good old days of flying, when the great 747 fleet first graced the skies. It was the peak of the jet age and the world looked on us as the elite of the elite. We set the standard by which all commercial flying was judged. I recall how honoured I was the day I received my flight attendant wings, my first flight, my promotion to purser. Ahh yes, the past was beautiful. No low budget airlines, no TWA scabs, no imminent fear of bankruptcy. We flew with pride and proved our service was the best. I worked the New York to Frankfurt run as often as I could. Of course, that one day still stands out strongly in my memory.

We were late boarding for the flight. I had gone from the plane into the passenger waiting area. There I noticed him for the first time. He was so handsome-tall, brown hair, high-cheek boned with deep blue eyes and manly tanned face. His moustache accented his perfect smile. Our eyes met. I felt like a school boy who is having the first crush on his teacher. As I walked back to the plane, I glanced back at him only to find him looking at me, grinning like someone with a secret he is aching to tell. I notice he was tall and well framed, even in his business suit.

I returned to my post in the first class cabin and waited to see if he would be seated near my position. Alas, he was not amongst the first class group. I sighed as we closed the doors. One of the stewardess in the aft of the economy cabin called me to come to the rear galley. I carefully checked each passenger as I walked down the aisle, trying to give the appearance that I was inspecting seat belts when in reality I was looking for him. I was perplexed as I failed to find him. The disappointed look disappeared from my face as I walked back towards the first class cabin. There, in seat 23 A, was my handsome stranger.

"Excuse me," he asked, " but what is the flying time to Frankfurt?" I laughed and replied with the 7 and 1/2 hour flight time along with the complete routing that flight 66 would be taking that evening. He thanked me and as I told him I hope i could be of service to him during the flight, he chuckled saying, "I'm sure you will be".

The flight finally took off with its usual 45 minute delay. All during the meal service I kept finding excuses to walk about the cabin to steal a glance at my friend in 23 A. When the meal service was ended in the back, the movie began. I brought 23A a glass of champagne. We spoke casually about this and that, but our eyes were glued to each others during the conversation. I was anxious for the meal service to end. It seemed to be an eternity. All I wanted to do was be with 23A. Finally, the service ended, the passengers were either as soundly asleep as they could be in an airplane, except those in First class who comfortably lounged in their sleeperette seats. The crew was beginning to rest. I went into the bathroom to fix appearance. I looked at my eyes in the small mirror. They seemed to me like two brown dots that were overworked. I combed my longish brown hair into place, even combing my moustache. I then proceeded to 23A.

My friend was asleep in his seat. I sat next to him. The presence of my body caused him to awaken. We spoke. I had a great idea. I decided to give him a tour of the plane. We walked towards the galley elevator. I saw my closest friend, Steve, who was working the flight with me. I nodded at him and he knew what he had to do. Meanwhile, my new friend and I went down to the lower galley.

The lower galley no longer exists in our fleet of planes, but oh, I tell you, I was glad we had it that day.

My companion and I entered the empty galley. The lighting was dim. The drone of the jet engines could be heard louder than before. We spoke without as much fear of being heard. I could see the bulge in his suit. As we looked into each others eyes, our lips suddenly met and we began to embrace. Our kissing became more passionate, my tongue working against the inside of his mouth with our lips hard pressed. THE heat of our longing grew. I started to kiss his neck, rubbing my hand over his crotch area. I felt his hard organ beneath his clothes. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to suck on his erect nipples. Slowly, I worked my way down to his pants. My hand worked his cock out from under them. It was hard and erect. My tongue licked the head and slowly went around the shaft. As I sucked on his immense organ, my fingers worked their way around back and began to tease his tight asshole. He moaned as I took his shaft deep into my throat. "Oh, yeah,"he groaned in excitement"uuuhhhhhhhhh...Fuck me, please, fuck me" he asked as he moved his body in response to my work.

I stopped sucking on him and stood up, removing the last of his clothes. He looked beautiful, standing naked in the galley. I knew I had time as Steve was above keeping guard and would signal me in plenty of time if there was trouble. By now my own uniform was on the floor. He was rubbing his hands over my hairy chest and worked them down to my cock. He knelt before me and took my eight inch organ into his mouth, making it more erect with each sucking movement.

I then forced him to stand again. I turned him against the galley counter. I stretched his arms out and tied them with some cord that was in one of the holds tightly to the counter. His feet were spread, legs apart, and ass ready for action. I took some butter that was handy and used it to lube his hole. I soon positioned myself behind him and began to work my hard cock into his waiting hole. He moaned,"slowly...ahhhh, slowly." As I pushed into him he began to beg me to push in deeper, deeper, and deeper-until the full length of my shaft was in him. I began to ram hard into his ass. My balls slapped against his smooth, firm buns. Harder and deeper I worked in the dim lights. Here we were, 36000 or more feet up above the North Atlantic, fucking our brains out in the galley of a Boeing aircraft. If the designers only knew. I wanted him more with each movement. My body tingled in great pleasure as my cock moved into and out of his aching lovehole. His ass felt tight and warm as I rammed harder, almost without mercy into his bond body. He begged me to shoot my load. As I burned his ass with my cock, I reached my hand around and worked his hard tool. I slowed my pace and played with the head of his cock. This added to his own excitement. He was wild with passion. I began to fuck him hard again. As I forced my organ into him, I slapped his ass with my hand. Each slap was harder than the one before. The sound of the engines drowned out his moans. I continued again to play with his ripe cock, twisting it in one hand as I squeezed his balls with the other. I could hardly stand it myself much longer. We were moving as one being. "I'm cumming!" he groaned. I felt his body stiffen and he tightened the muscles of his hole around my cock as his own cock relieved itself of its juices. I rammed harder into his tightened hole, my cock becoming more sensitive until at last I shot my own load deep inside of him.

I pulled my organ from its warm enclosure and untied my victim. We kissed and then quickly dressed as I noticed the warning light, which was Steve's prearranged signal, flash. I help my friend back to 23 A and, very satisfied, I returned to clean up any signs of our fun in the galley.

I was happy to learn later in the flight that he would be staying at the Intercontinental just as the crew would be. We decided to meet in the lobby and we spent that day and night together until I had to leave to work the return flight back to New York. I remember that trip so well. But, even all wonderful memories have their flaw. In all that time, I forgot to ask him his name.

Skateboard Kid

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Air Screw

As a frequent jetsetter, I have for long fantasized about this ex- clusive club, which in reality probably has few authentic members who have genuinely screwed their way through the stratosphere. How can you manage to have-it-away on board a crowded airliner? Well recently I succeeded - and how! This amazing experience happened on the top deck of a BA 747 heading out of New York for Heathrow, with a beautiful boy I had never met before.

I had had a hectic day getting my work completed before flying out, got to the airport late, and consequently was glad to have got through the airport hassle and slump into my Club Class seat. The top deck of the 747 has a small cabin which some airlines use for first class passengers, but many including BA, use for Business Class; there are only 20 or 30 seats, which gives you the feeling of being in a small, but spacious airliner. The top deck is reached via a spiral staircase and you travel cut off from the masses on the main deck be- low. This flight, luckily, was fairly empty so I was fortunate that through the lottery of seat allocations, Lars, as he turned out to be named, took up the aisle seat corresponding to my window seat and no- body else got seated either between us or in the row on the other side of the aisle.

Lars was slim and blond, about 25 I guessed, (rightly as it turned out), and clearly well endowed in all the important places. He had re- markably light blue eyes and was obviously in some form of business, as he had a small patent leather brief case and when he took his coat off he was smartly dressed in a cotton shirt and white jeans - which showed his firm, well-shaped figure to good effect. I found out later that he was Swedish, a junior salesman for an internationally known cosmetics company, who at short notice had been given a lucky break to substitute for his boss on a business trip to the USA. His firm but- tocks thrust out firmly through his thin white denim jeans as he arched his back to remove his coat and hand it to the stewardess. The jeans were very tight and showed his well shaped legs to advantage. But he also radiated something sensual which aroused the first slight stirrings in my crotch. I realised I was feeling quite horny and in the mood for conquest, but not in my wildest dreams did I guess what delights were to follow!

He looked nervous and fidgeted when he sat down; he very readily started chatting. I needn't bore you with the contents of our chat, except that I soon persuaded him to move next to me from his aisle seat, so we could talk easier. He was obviously a bit scared of fly- ing. It transpired this was only his second long distance flight. Soon after take-off we hit some unusually bumpy weather; the seat belt signs came on and Lars wrung his hands and looked scared. Naturally I put my arm on his thigh to comfort his and he leant his soft, perfumed blond hair against my shoulder and visibly relaxed. The 747 flew out of the turbulence but I was glad to find he showed no sign of wanting me to take my hand away. The meal on a tray came and went and I felt really strong stirrings in my pants when he snuggled back against me, until recently a complete stranger. The stewardess brought the drinks trolley and I persuaded Lars to have a double gin with a bit of tonic which visibly relaxed him some more.

He snuggled closer and reminded me of a purring cat. British Air- ways, ever cooperative, chose that moment to dim the lights and to start the in flight movie. I started taking a few liberties with where I moved my hands, aided by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be rebuffed as, after all, I was fondling a fella who until a few minutes earlier had been a total stranger - this was too good to be true! But I could not help noticing signs that my efforts were stirring up his hormones; his face looked flushed, his eyes were soft and his pupils large. My left hand closed over his left thigh. He made no effort to discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand into a position where I could massage the slight mound of his crutch straining through the ma- terial of his jeans. By now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if they would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly growing passions.

He snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was getting in our way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took the opportunity to slide my arm right around his left hip so as to push my hand under his thigh. The band of his jeans was loosen enough for me to feel his cotton clad crutch. I was pleased to find he was wearing pants and as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers into the tight silky pouch of his underpants. He made no effort to discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling him closer I covered our laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked his thigh with my other hand, working his jeans down as I went. He sighed and parted his legs slightly when my hand brushed over the area of his warm smelling male groin and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky ma- terial of his knickers, tightly stretched over his sexual mound.

My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had to slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum when I realised he was not only going to let me reach my target, but was panting for me as much as I was for him. I inserted my fingers as far as I could between his legs, and stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp material covering his prick and up to the summit of his pubic mound. He sighed and gripped me tight as my finger deliberately sought and found his sexy prick. I felt him hand cup the bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately; it was strange I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having kissed before. I exercised as much self-control as I could muster as I felt the exquisite feeling of his hand gently exploring my throbbing cock. In return, my fingers pulled aside the warm silky band of his pants; and I was able to stroke warm downy hair and feel the hard, warm, wet and incredibly inviting intimate sex. I wrapped my fingers round his hard shaft, and gently massaged it; I then rolled his heavy balls encased in their hot sac gently and firmly between my finger and thumb. He clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and his hips shud- dered; he sighed again and we kissed passionately.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an air- plane full of people but quite another to remove the garments neces- sary to couple us in the way we were both obviously craving for and to release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering back- wards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not eas- ily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensa- tion on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force down his tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my straining rod into the depths of his warm, eager arse. But trivial problems like tight jeans, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and un- yielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.

Lars, as always, was way ahead of me. He gave my cock a gentle squeeze which nearly fired it off, and got up without a word and strolled seemingly casually towards the loo at the front of the cabin. I contemplated following him into it, having heard stories of people having it away in railway carriage loos. But this always seemed to me to demand contortionist skills, apart from being not exactly comfort- able or aesthetic! Also, there was no doubt that the passengers watch- ing the movie would have noticed me following a boy into the lav, which on the top deck of a 747 is alongside the screen for the in- flight movie, which was then in full flow. The thought of banging away in that confined space and of re-emerging afterwards was too daunting, even in my highly charged state!

Lars re-emerged a few moments later, quicker than usual when peo- ple use a loo, looking inscrutable. He grabbed a couple of BA blan- kets, snuggled back against me and it was a matter of moments to cover ourselves with the blanket. In the semi-darkness and in the back row, we felt safe from prying eyes. My hand went back to where it had been, to find just warm flesh and no underpants. I inserted a finger into his warm and inviting hole. His hand was undoing my zip, under the cover of the blanket; I undid my belt to help him. In a flash (so to speak) my trousers and pants were round my ankles and he was holding my throbbing prick like the gear level of a sports car - it nearly made me change gear - into overdrive!

His nipples strained against the thin material of his shirt. I un- did his shirt to expose his chest under the blanket. I was then able to lay across him and greedily suck the entire nipple of his left breast into my mouth, with my head under the blanket in raunchily smelling warm darkness. I tickled the nipple with the end of my tongue, an action I have found to be appreciated by other boy friends, and Lars was no exception! He cradled my head with one hand like a baby held to his breast and gently stroked away at my straining cock from its tip along its underside to my balls. He was clearly an accom- plished lover. I moved my head to his lap and attempted to lick his prick, but this was almost impossible in an aircraft seat, even though he parted his legs as widely as the limited space would let him. I re- member the overwhelming scent of excited male mixed with the smell of his perfume, but could only nuzzle his fur and kiss the smooth inside skin of his thighs.

Lars unzipped his jeans and wriggled out of them, still under the blankets. "Please.." he moaned - "please.." - I felt the same way. he turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed his shapely bum against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the val- ley between his buns; it was a similar position as if he was sitting on my lap. I could probe his arse with my dick. He arched his back and raised his right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis, he guided it into the mouth of his soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock slid smoothly into his firm warm tunnel. I cupped both his breasts with my hands and pulled him hard against me to penetrate as deep as possible.

He sighed and shuddered and his hips moved gently and rhythmi- cally. The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention was not forgotten, despite our extreme passion. This need forced us to perform using hard pressure and firm small movements; he thrust hard against my equal and opposite series of nudges. My instincts desper- ately wanted me to pump every last drop of my spunk into him as quickly and violently as possible, but my intellect made me want to prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowly and quietly, so as not to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruci- ating pleasure without climaxing. Curiously I have always found that the longer and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until the crucial moment of a mutual climax. I was able to relax and savour the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful fellow trav- eller. I forced my left hand between his waist and the seat until my it could reach past his bush and grip his throbbing cock jutting out like a red hot poker which I correctly guessed would fire his climax. We were now locked together and so overcome with desperate excitement that at that moment neither of us would have cared if all the passen- gers and crew were watching, although we kept straining against each other and moving slowly with great force to avoid attracting unwelcome attention. I could feel his muscles pulling and rippling at my strain- ing hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into him with as much force as I could manage. He had superb muscular co-ordination and was able to achieve what few boys I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of sucking me into him with muscular ripples of his anal ring.

I could hold back no longer and erupted into frenzied, deep, deep wild spasms pumping and pumping what seemed like gallons of my juice as deep into him as I could. As I felt my ejaculation erupting I pumped at his rod. He shuddered and bucked and his internal muscles rippled along me forcing out the last small jerks of spunk. We sub- sided against each other quite breathless and trying not to pant loud enough to attract attention. Our fuck had only taken ten minutes; I glanced nervously over my shoulder and saw a steward's head rapidly disappear behind the galley curtain. Had he realised what we were up to? No way of telling, but judging from the slightly awe-struck look he gave us later, I suspected he had guessed! I wondered how often the back seat of this cabin was consummated by new members of the "Six Mile High" club and whether aircrew ever join this club for fun (considering they have many more opportunities than even us frequent business travellers). So thinking, I dozed off still clutching Lars tight in my arms, my deflating cock lying stickily against his leg.

We woke up pantless and trouserless still under our blanket. The movie had finished, the aircraft was in darkness, we only took a few minutes to arouse each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon had pumped yet another generous load of cum into his willing and inviting hole. Not being satisfied with basic membership of the "Six Mile high Club" we had even found time for a second helping.

The cosy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual couplings: we blotted ourselves with tissues which Lars produced. He wriggled back into his jeans, I wriggled back into my clothes, while he went to the loo to tidy himself up. he re-emerged looking immaculate (and stunning). Breakfast was served, and there was little to say after this amazing night of passion. Soon the aircraft landed, and we went our separate ways - he had a connecting flight to catch to Sweden. A quick handshake and a coy smile as we parted; "till next time!" I went through immigration and customs in a post-coital daze. Sadly our paths have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we would ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangers coming together in such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such an impossible place?

Submission

The campground is quiet in mid week, and the sun is warm through the trees. You slept very late after yesteday's hike, and now you walk to the showers, enjoying the mingled smells of balsam and fir, woodsmoke and frying bacon.

The building housing the showers is small. There are only two stalls and a reversible sign on the door for Men/Women. You knock on the door, as the sign shows the wrong flavor; getting no answer, you flip the sign over so it's right and go in. You are alone. You drop your clothes in the dressing area and take your soap and shampoo into the nearest stall.

The hot water feels marvelous coursing down your body and you begin to use the soap more as a lubricant than a cleanser.....rubbing, smoothing, touching. Your eyes close as you begin to build a fantasy and feel the excitement rising. The sun coming through the skylight, the water running, the soap slipping are very very sensual. You hear your own moans begin as your hands move around your ass, your shoulders, your thighs, your belly.

Suddenly a chill breeze hits your back; the curtain has been pulled open and you feel someone else come into the stall with you. You try to turn quickly to protest, but strong hands hold you in place and one hand covers your eyes. You feel warm breath against your neck and another warm breath at your crotch. So, you think, there are at least two. Part of your brain is sorting through options, wondering how to get out of here without getting hurt. It is frightening; nothing bad ever happens in the woods, does it?

Another part is fascinated. How did they know you were in here? Do they know you at all? Why are they doing this?

And another part is too far along in fantasy, the excitement too built up to lose it now. This part is urging back against the body behind you, bending a bit, still moaning under the sound of the water.

There is now one hand at your waist holding you, and only one other, over your eyes, still. The breath is still warm on your genitals, arousing you even further. You feel more soap now, on your legs, around your crotch, on your ass, working into the crack and you think "No! Not there! Oh god, no...." but you don't say anything because by now you need to come very badly. Hands begin to work the soap over and around your crotch, bringing you very close to orgasm. Fingers are working at your asshole, working the soap in, moving you gently back and forth.

You bend over farther, wanting more, wanting it now. You feel your climax starting from the handwork in front of you and urging back even farther moan "now, please.... now...oh, please....". Your wish is granted. You feel a hard cock slide gently into your ass, begin pumping in time to your own cumming. You cum wildly, as strong as you ever remember, groaning with the joy of it.

By now, the hand is away from your eyes, but the warm water still pours down, obscuring your vision. And you don't *want* to look. You keep your eyes closed, feeling the cock fucking you, harder now, wondering when it will be done, wondering if you WANT it to be done, keeping your eyes closed, not knowing who is in front of you or who behind. Soon enough the man in your ass begins to spasm, pumping you full, leaving you sated. The hands in front are gentle now, coming down. You slump against the back wall for support as the cock slides out and away.

By the time you open your eyes and turn off the water, you are alone in the building. You wonder if it was only a fantasy, but then you finger your ass and feel the cum dripping out. It was real.

Walking back to your tent, you look curiously at the other campers. Was it you? Or you? Or perhaps you?

The Part Timer

My fingers were aching! I wanted to get my work done and get the hell out of there so bad that I had been sitting behind that goddamn terminal for six hours straight without taking even a break. I had to stop for a couple of minutes or I knew that my fingers would fall off. I got up and walked to the outer office. I sat behind the bosses' desk, put my feet up and picked up an ancient copy of TIME magazine and started to read it. Soon my thoughts wandered. I looked around the dingy old office and thought to myself what a rat-hole it was.

It wasn't the worst job in the world, but certainly not the best. I had taken the job as word processor in order to have some money for drinks when I went out to the Charlie's and the other local bars. I was planning to keep the job until I graduated college and could get a real job, sometimes I hated it so much that I wanted to walk out right then, but I never did. When I first started there, I would go to work every night after school. I would usually work from 7:30 or 8:00 p.m. until the wee hours of the morning. That late at night, I often felt isolated and alone in the dark, silent office. It seemed like the computer and I were the only two entities in the entire world.

The job was menial and didn't take much concentration and often my mind wandered as I typed away. I would sit there late at night thinking about sex. I always fantasized about meeting someone at a bar and bringing them to the dark office late at night and fucking their brains out. Sometimes I sat wondering what it would be like if some gorgeous young hunk suddenly came bursting in from the dark corridor, threw me on the desk and tore off my clothes. I often found myself getting a hardon. I knew, or at least hoped, that none of the other employees would be stopping in that late. One night, when I was extremely horny, I knew that I had to jerk off. I reached down and began to rub the bulge in my pants as I worked. Soon, the work seemed unimportant with respect to my cock. I walked to the outer office and sat at the bosses' desk. I lifted my butt off the chair so that I could lower my pants and underwear. I pulled out my cock which had already grown to its' full eight inches. Slowly, I began to stroke it up and down, up and down, until I was to the point that I could not stop myself. My surroundings and the possibility that someone could walk in at any moment added to the sensation.

I was so horny that I decided to take off all of my clothes. If someone did show up, there would have been no way to deny what was going on, but I didn't care. I was going wild in my own sensations. Just then, I remembered a bottle of Vaseline hand cream that one of the girls kept there for those wintery days. I got it from the draw and lubricated my cock and my hands. With one hand I jerked on my cock very rapidly as I let the index finger of my other hand slide up my asshole. Needless to say, I was in heaven and it wasn't long before I squirted warm, sticky cum all over myself. As the spasms subsided, I laughed because I remembered that I was getting paid $5.05 an hour for this. I rubbed the cum all over my chest so that I could put my clothes back on, which I did. I finished my work and retired for the night. Night after night, the same thing happened, always with that chance of someone walking in and catching me totally nude.

After several months of this, my work load at school had become too much and I could no longer work at night since I had so much homework. I told my boss that I would only be able to work Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. He said it was okay with him, as long as the work got done. Suddenly, the job wasn't so much fun anymore. Now, I was working six or seven hours a day, rather than two or three. Often, there were other employees there with me and there was no way I could even think of touching myself. My situation had changed, but my thoughts were the same. Just being in the office caused my cock to throb and my thoughts to turn to those of sex. It was a very frustrating situation.

One day, I think it was a Friday morning, I got to the office and was surprised to find that no one else was there. It was nice to be alone again, but I knew that I still couldn't do anything since people were in and out of the place all day. As I sat there working and daydreaming, I was suddenly aware of another person. I hadn't heard him come in because the printer was making an awful racket and the radio was on pretty loud. When I looked up, I expected to see one of the girls who worked there, but I realized the face was unfamiliar to me. It was a guy, about 23, with blonde hair in a business suit and carrying a clip board. It was unusual to see anyone I didn't know in the office. I said "Can I help you?" and he said "Hi, I'm from Remco copiers and was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk about your copier needs." I explained to him that the boss already owned a copier and I was really not the right person to be talking to since I was only a part-timer.

He was looking directly into my eyes and I felt that he wasn't going to just leave. He started to ask me things about what kind of work I was doing and how long I had been working there. Being a generally friendly guy, I made small talk with him as I worked. He said "Are you very busy or do you have time for a quick blow job?" It took a minute to sink in. When it did, I couldn't believe it. For the first time, I took a good look at him, he was very cute, much more attractive than I had noticed at first. He bent over and kissed my cheek. I stood up and kissed him back, but on his lips. I took him by the hand a led him to the outer office. I explained to him that someone could come along and this probably wasn't a very good idea, even though, as I was talking, I was lowering my pants and jockey shorts. I laid down flat on the bosses' desk and he bent over and started to lick and suck on my cock and balls.

I was so nervous that someone would come along that it made me very excited and horny. He asked me to turn over so that he could spread my cheeks and get at my tight asshole. I turned over and remembered all the times that I had worked on my own asshole with the bottle of Vaseline. I opened the desk drawer and pulled on the bottle. I didn't have to say anything. He took the bottle from me and squirted a large amount of the slimy stuff into my ass. No sooner had he put the bottle down than I felt two of his fingers slip in between my crack. "Ohhhhhh!" With one hand he was driving me crazy while at the same time undoing his suit-pants with the other. I heard the jingle as the buckle of his belt hit the floor along with his trousers. He pulled me back so that my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the desk. Slowly, he pushed the head of his cock into my asshole and then thrust in the rest of his shaft. He reached around in front of me and was pulling on my throbbing cock.

The door burst open and tramping in comes one of the women who works there. She stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth fell open when she saw what was going on. He pulled his cock out of me, but by the time we had stopped, she had turned and walked right back out. Having been caught really turned me on and I felt I was going to cum. I said, "Please put that gorgeous meat back into me!". He asked me if I was sure and then thrust back into me. He picked my legs up in the air and began to bang me like there was no tomorrow while pulling on my cock so hard I thought it would break. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot directly on to the bosses' desk. He took his cock from my ass and I sat in the bosses' chair. He came towards me and fucked my face. He held my head and rammed his cock deep into my throat, I gagged, but he did not stop.

Once again, the door opened and the girl walked in. This time she did not stop, or even look in my direction, but walked straight through to the computer room. At this point, I didn't even care that she was there. He fucked my face harder and harder until he was about to cum. He pulled his cock out and shot a giant wad of cum all over my face. He squirted, it seemed like 10 minutes, he came on my face, my hair and all over me and the bosses' chair. Then, he kissed me square on the lips, slipped his pants back on and was gone. I cleaned myself up as best I could and made my way for the men's room. I combed my hair and got myself back together. I was too embarrassed to go back into the office, so I went home.

The next day was Saturday, when I got to work, the girl who had caught us was already there. I started to explain what had happened. She stopped me and said "He came in here once before you worked here. I was here alone and he tried to sell me a copier too!" She smiled, and I knew the same thing had happened to her and I had to explain no further.

A few hours later, the boss walked in. After a while he came into the computer room and was talking to me.

He said "I wanted to talk to you about a raise.... By the way, do you know what that mess is all over my desk and chair?"

I had forgotten to clean up all of that sticky cum. I said "Gee, I'm awfully sorry, I spilled some 'cream' there yesterday and forgot to clean it up."

I could barely hold my laughter as I walked to the bathroom to get a wet rag.

Hot Party Hump

Help yourself to anything you want to eat or drink! I bellowed the command from my bedroom, wondering who in the hell would arrive over an hour early for my party. Someone had, and they came in when I called out of the bathroom window to tell them where to find the key. Whomever it was hadn't called back to identify themself. Maybe I had an Avon lady poking at my buffet. If she eats any of the boiled shrimp, I'll kill her! Gawd, but they're expensive!

I was still hot, sweaty and nude from the shower, and that overly strong first splash of cologne needed to evaporate back down to reason. I'd allowed an hour to get dressed, everything else was ready to go, but I wanted to be sure I had time enough to get into something that someone might want to get out of in a passionate hurry.

I wasn't planning on THAT sort of party, but I had left the nightstand drawers slightly open in both bedrooms, revealing condoms and lubricant. That was to signal my friends that, should the mood arise they could feel free. The fresh jumbo shrimp on the buffeet table should be enough to put anyone in an orgy mood!

I wanted to let my body cool awhile, but my surprise guest prompted me to put on a pair of Jockey shorts at least. No sooner did I pull them up than I heard a rich, deep woice in the bedroom doorway drawl, "Hi."

"Oh, it's that one! How hot! He's fucking beautiful! Oh, shit, I must have told him the wrong time! Oh, what a hunk!" My thoughts went into a flurry, with all of my personalities trying to talk at once as I glanced in the mirror for eye contact. "Hey, I'm glad you could make it," I gushed. "Have a drink and some food. The punch bowl with the ribbon around it is nonalchoholic. Uh, the other bedroom's for coats and there are hangers on the bed and the closet's empty. Help yourself to anything you like. I'll be out in a few minutes."

He smiled and nodded but didn't speak. He was munching something already. A trace of red on his lips and a toothpick in his fingers told me he'd found the shrimp. He started to unbutton his jacket as he wandered back toward the other bedroom.

He'd been an impulsive last minute invitation. I'd wandered into one one of my usual hangouts earlier, to double-check that an invitation had been delivered and that they remembered to have the bags of ice they had promised to me. He was sitting there with one of those inviting looks of loneliness and boredom. He told me he was on a twenty-four hour layover before his flight to Singapore and was bored silly.

If I hadn't a party to set up, I'd have taken over right than and started trying to show him some of the local sights. As it was, it seemed perfect to invite him to the party. I was delighted that he'd shown up, even though he'd warned me earlier that he had to leave early for the airport.

After several minutes, I assumed he'd found something with which to amuse himself, for he hadn't returned to my room. I sniffed at myself to see that the cologne had calmed down, and I'd stopped 'glistening' from the hot shower. My clothes were spread out on the chair. I was about to turn when I glanced in the mirror and gasped-with delight!

He leaned against the door with a grin, munching another shrimp and displaying one exciting, masculine body. He hadn't just removed his jacket, he'd taken off everything except his white briefs, and they displayed a tent pole that seemed to know it was party time! His eyes were taking inventory of my body, while mine seemed a bit transficed by his, with the center of interest quite definitely in my line of sight. He was magnificent!

"The party isn't supposed to start for another hour," I gulped, "but you might not be the only one to arrive a little early."

He stepped into the room and latched the door shut, then he reached out with one arm and summoned me with curling fingers. I walked into his arms like a zombie. The hand taht had been outstretched found its place in the middle of my back, then slid up into my hair. His tongue speared down into my open mouth before his lips made their contact. I could taste the shrimp in his still very hungry mouth. Delicious. He was testing a melon for ripeness with his other huge strong hand. Under his touch, it didn't seem as large as I often worried it was. Maybe I was more of a grapefruit.

Our "conversation" didn't take long to heat up. Our tongues engaged in debate as our lips sought to crush one another. Saliva smeared around our chins as we tried to see if our bodies could get any closer. My hands were thrilling to the strong muscles at his shoulders and back as he pulled me into his embrace.

It was only a few feet to the bed and somehow I got flipped over and landed on my belly. He was on top of me in an instant. His right knee was firmly between my legs, his arms under me with command and authority. The weight and texture of him rolled gently across my back, thrilling me with its touch. Tiny chest hairs tickled between my shoulder blades and I could feel a hard nipple pressing into my flesh.

His other leg fell between mine and the hardened cock straining at his shorts managed to press into the crevice of my churning ass for a dry run. His arms tightened and squeezed as he chewed at my shoulder. He let up on the bite and began chewing his way down my back. He continued around the elastic band of my shorts. I felt his teeth closing but not into my flesh. Instead he pulled a length of the white cotton into his teeth and pulled until the cloth ripped. The entire back panel of my shorts were quite literally chewed off!

His tongue found target zero and attacked. As he feasted and I yowled with glee, I heard voices calling from the living room! So did he. "Tell them to wait," he growled.

"Wait!" I yelled. "Entertain yourselves. I'll be out in a minute... make that an hour. Eat! Drink! Be fuckin merry!"

I was reaching frantically for the nightstand drawer. I didn't wart to rush this man, but I needed, quite badly, to get my asshole fucked good and deep and get my nuts off so I could return to lost my party.

He put his hand on my arm and lowered himself down on my body once more, his iron-hard spear now dry humping at my juicy hole with only his shorts to prevent full contact. His hand slid up my arm to my hand, finding a condom in a foil packet. "Convenient," he muttered.

He lifted himself to his knees again, leaning back for a moment. I buried my face in the pillow, embarrassed over how I'd yelled at my guests. Then I decided they'd get over it. After all, there wasn't one of them that wouldn't have done the same thing. To pass up getting buttfucked by a stud like this guy would be insane. And I was perfectly sane. At least until that point. And I desperately wanted him to fuck my brains out.

I needed my ecstasy buttfucking. I needed to feel his entire dickshaft thrusting up my guts. Grinding his groin into my butthole. Thrusting his shaft into me and shooting his hot, manly load up my hole.

His strong hands parted my anxious cheeks. His wonderfully hot cock found my hole and I puckered it tight and reached back to guide him into me.

Slowly, but firmly and deliberately, his cock entered my asshole and sunk its full length deep into my willing, hungry guts.

I thought I was going to cum all over the bed as he slid his fat prick into my puckering slit.

The thrill of feeling such hot, hard power oozing up into my bowels was sending me into a whole new world. I've been fucked plenty, don't get me wrong-just never, never, has it felt that hot. Unreal.

My guts churned and swirled and rearranged themselves to welcome the straight, solid intruder.

Passageways opened to the pressure then closed in around it to caress and adore the manly, thrusting shaft. When he was all the way in, he paused. His hands tightened at my hips, his knees braced his body for good leverage. He was ready to go. And he fucked me good and deep. Long and hard. I was in love.

"Mmmm, hummmm," he grunted, pulling his first hot, sliding backstroke tauntingly, then returning it with an emphatic thrust. He gave me another two or three of those long, slow deliberate lunges before he found his pace and went for it. My hole was getting fucked by a mad man. Each horny thrust pushed me that much closer to involuntary climax. My butthole was clenching his throbbing prick.

My mancunt was being ravaged. He was fucking my insides out, deeply burying his huge, throbbing meat into my butthole. I reached back and felt as his nuts slapped against my cheeks; against my swelling buttlips.

My whole body pushed forward on the bed with his every plunge of hard cock into my ass, yet with each of his backstrokes, I managed to arch it back up with him, as if trying to cling to his withdrawing meat, and I was in place for his next thrust.

I could feel his sweat splashing across my back. His hands dug fiercely into the flesh at my hips. His hard cock stabbed my guts again and again, slapping hsi balls against my eager asscheeks.

His hands yanked my ass into his gut and his cock threatened to tear me open, sinking deeper than it had reached before. I thrilled to the feel of it jerking about inside, stirring my guts, while his own ass trembled with squeezing, pushing release of his storehouse of sweet cum.

Suddenly jets of his hot dickjuice were splashing against the insides of my fucked-out butthole. I reached back and squeezed his nuts as though milking a cow-getting the last drops of hot cum inside of me. Then my load shot off underneath me. I squeezed my asslips tightly as he slowly withdrew and offered to lick his prick and nuts clean.

He helped me get dressed as I prepared myself for my party guests.

When everyone stopped staring in awe at my stud's beauty I proposed a toast-to the best damn party I'd ever been fucked out of.