Zac Efron Naked

December 11, 2008 at 7:53 pm (So Fucking Hot, zac efron naked) (, , , , , , , , , , )

A sexy nude photo collection of High School Musical 3 star sensation Zac Efron. Please Enjoy!

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Naked Aussie Football Players – Men of AFL

December 11, 2008 at 7:25 pm (So Fucking Hot, naked gallery, naked sports) (, , , , , , , )

Here’s a handful of hot Aussie footy players showing a bit of skin. Enjoy!

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The Rich Playboy – Rent Boy Confessions

December 11, 2008 at 7:12 pm (Gay in Volumes, Rent Boy Confessions, So Fucking Hot) (, , , , , , , )

I’ve been flown in a private jet and I’m standing next to a swimming pool at a private party. My host has given me a small pair of trunks and told me to mingle with all his other guests. I’m as high as a kite after he gave me some cocaine to sniff and horny as hell. The swimming trunks he has given me barley cover my excitement. I’m chatting away to somebody when I feel a warm hand grope my backside.

‘Don’t look back,’ a man’s voice whispered seductively in my ear. As I carried on the conversation I felt the unseen man’s hand slip into my trunks and down my backside. My cock nearly jumped out of my trunks when I felt his finger slip between my cheeks and into my crack. He pushed his finger halfway up and took it back out again and his hands left me alone. ‘Mmmm tastes good.’

As he said this I turned around to see him sucking on the finger that had just been up my crack. He winked at me and told me to follow him. He took me into the big house and up some stairs and knocked on a big door. I was surprised as I thought he was the man I was told to meet. The door was opened and I was led into a large bedroom full of naked men have sex and a few people videoing it all.

‘Hey come and join the fun.’ Two naked men a bit younger than me waved me in and took me by my hands. They led me right in the middle of it all.

I quickly looked around and saw people in all sorts of positions. I felt hands pulling my trunks down and one of the men who had called me turned my head towards his and started kissing me. The room was full of men’s grunts and groans, bodies were writhing around fucking away and the room smelt musty and full of spunk. My cock throbbed as somebody put their hand around it first, then next their warm mouth. The air was thick with the smell of poppers and I started to feel giddy. Strong hands lifted me up either side just under my knees and other hands balanced my back as I was carried to a large bed where I saw my host tied up by ropes lying on his back.

Hovering in mid air, I felt a wet finger insert itself into my anus as I was being carried closer to my host. The naked men holding their video cameras homed in on me from every angle and I started to leak cum in the knowledge that someone was videoing the man behind me as he was fingering my moist hole. I was carried over the bed with my legs spread wide open and I now saw my host was wearing a condom stretched tightly over his enormous cock. Somebody grabbed his cock and stuck it up in the air towards my crack and I was gently lowered down.

I gasped out when I felt his erection stretch my crack open as I was lowered further. I’d never felt so full of cock as I was lowered all the way down until I was sitting on his furry bollocks. The men kept a tight hold of me and lifted me back up again. Neither my host nor myself had any control as the men lowered and then lifted me up on my host’s fat cock. Sweat was pouring off our naked bodies and we were moaning in unison when the men let go of me. As I sat on his dick they pushed me forward.

Our lips met and we sucked on each others’ tongues as my host thrust his cock up and down into me. I felt another weight on the bed behind me and a pair of hands came round my sides and pinched on my nipples. I could also feel this guy’s hard cock digging into the small of my back. I moaned out loud into my host’s mouth as he sucked harder on my willing tongue. My host lay still for a while and I was just about to slide up and down his cock when I felt something else nudging against my already crammed arse. It was the man behind me. I was about to be fucked by two cocks in my arse at the same time.

I didn’t think I would be able to take it but, slowly and inch by inch, his cock sank itself into me. I felt like a machine as they fucked my arse alternately banging into my prostate with each thrust. I continued moaning and groaning with the greatest of pleasure and the two men fucking me were grunting out loud. The cameras kept on filming and more people were now on the bed stroking their dicks over us as they watched our fucking. The unseen man who was fucking me took his cock out and I felt his sizzling hot cum as it rained onto my back and over my arse cheeks. I sat up on my host’s cock and wanked myself off as he thrust himself hard and fast in and out of my loose hole. I watched as some of the men around us shot there spunk all over us. In our hair, on our faces until there wasn’t a bit of us that was dry. We were swimming in man cum and the smell intoxicated me so much I gushed my own pearly white cum over my host’s chest at the same time as he came inside me.

‘That’s it, that’s a rap,’ somebody shouted and, like that, it was over.

After that I was told to join the party going on downstairs and told that I would be taken back home tomorrow. I never did see my host again but the video was sent to my house and I must admit I look fucking hot when I have two cocks stretching my hole to the limit.

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The Greek Lads (part 2)

December 11, 2008 at 7:07 pm (Dirty Sexy Gay Stories, Gay in Volumes, So Fucking Hot) (, , , , , , , , )

I retraced my steps in my mind. I’d been on the island only a few days. I’d hungered for some young, Greek flesh and now one of the café lads had followed me home, stripped down to his white briefs and sucked me dry. And now I was following him to my bed. He wanted me to show him the pleasures of sex between two men and I could do anything I wanted with him.

As he entered the room the last remaining light of the day filtered in through the long windows and lit his back with shadowy patterns. His shoulders were as strong from behind as his chest had been from the front, and similarly his torso shaped in to his slim hips. The tightness of his underwear showed the perfect roundness of his innocent arse, enveloping it and inviting me to experience it. I would, in time. He was mine for as long as I wanted and I wanted time to recover so that I could once again empty myself deep inside him. The next time though I would have him buck and moan beneath me as I held him and took him from behind. But in time. I had other pleasures for him first.

He stopped by the end of the bed and turned back to look at me. His large, brown eyes caught a ray of sunlight and glinted. He was smiling again, that cheeky, ladish grin told me he was relieved that I was there with him and that his request had been granted. He made to remove his shorts, pushing a thumb in either side, but I stopped him. I took hold of both his arms and held them away. And then I pulled him towards me so that our faces were almost touching. I looked into his deep, longing eyes and smiled. Lost for words I simply kissed him lightly on the mouth where I could taste the musky, lingering smell of my own cum mixed with his youthful scent.

I lay him down on his back and sat beside him on the edge of the bed. Twisting myself around I could lean over him and bear down to kiss his forehead. He tried to grab me and pull me onto him, but again I stopped him. I wanted him to know who was in charge and so placed his arms on the pillow above his head. Like this he was prone, open and defenceless. And like this I could see his whole, smooth skinned body stretched out below me, mine for the taking. I kissed his forehead again and could smell his shampoo. His short, dark hair was gelled and groomed. He may have been a labourer by day but after work he took trouble to preen himself. His hair was washed, his face, save for the trace of sweat from his earlier exertions, was clean, closely shaved, no stubble. I ran my fingers across his soft cheek, cupping it in one large hand and tracing the shape of his nose with my thumb. As it crossed his lips I pushed a little harder and it slid in. Immediately his hot mouth was working on it, desperate to be sucking again. I smiled. He was eager and he was willing. But he would have to wait.

With his arms resting behind his head the downy soft hair beneath them was exposed to me and my mouth travelled there to explore and lick. He squirmed slightly, not sure if he liked this mild torture, and I knew that no one had ever done this for him before. My tongue moved across his chest, my nose nuzzling the small V of hair between his firm pecs before my mouth came to linger above a small, hard nipple. I shifted my own arms so that I was gripping his, pinning him gently down to the mattress. And then my tongue flicked across the top of the nipple. Just one slight touch and I heard him gasp, felt him struggle slightly in my grip. But I was not going to let him go. If this was exciting him, just wait until I got lower down. I flicked the nipple again and again he made a sound. This time it was a murmur of pleasure and encouragement. I drew the sensitive, erect mound into my mouth and worked my tongue around it some more; pushing down with my face so that he could feel my weight on him. His hips rose and his chest tried to fight me off, pushing back at me. But I had him held. I gave him a couple of tiny, painless bites and his moaning crescendoed. And then I released my pressure and travelled back to the other side.

He received the same treatment there and returned the same sounds of enjoyment, but now he was not fighting back, he was offering up words in Greek, softly spoken and almost begging. I glanced up from where I was teasing him with my mouth and his eyes were wide in wonder. I paused, he smiled. I caught him off guard and clamped his nipple between my teeth, just hard enough to see him push his head back into the bed, close his eyes and let out a deep groan.

And then I was on the move again, trailing down the flat belly, wetting the whisper thin line of hair that led like a map to the top of his shorts. As I did this I carefully climbed across his legs, coming to kneel between them so that I had him laid out before me. I looked at him again but his eyes were closed. His arms, though, were still obediently lying beyond his head in submissive compliance. I looked back at the slim body, placed my large hands on each hip bone and pushed my tongue into his belly button. He squirmed and raised his hips. I pushed them back down with my grip and started to kiss lower. I could smell the fabric of his shorts, the washing powder even, and I could taste the salt on his skin. Being careful not to touch the straining hardness that was bound within, I gave him firm kisses on his shorts. Starting out at his hips and working my way into his inner thigh. Pushing his legs a little further apart I was able to burrow my face in deeper, pushing up the leg of his shorts and revealing a slight growth of dark hair, just between his balls and the top of his legs where the pelvic bone shows through. Without warning I clamped my mouth around his flesh in there and worked it hard with my tongue. He thrashed beneath me, making short grunting sounds as his body tried to twist free. But it was not to be. Pinning him harder I flashed to his other side, giving the same treatment to the never before explored area. Again he writhed and gasped and I smiled to myself knowing that I was showing him something new, something exciting, something he could teach to the other lads he hung out with.

I gave him a pause; worked my way down his strong, muscled legs until I came to his long, brown feet. Now I was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and I drew his legs in together. From there I could look up the length of his body, but his face was obscured now by the straining bulge in the front of his skin tight shorts. All he wanted was for me to strip them from him and give his cock the same attention as he had given mine. But he was going to have to wait for that, I had another treat in store for him before I allowed either of us the satisfaction of working on his cock.

I took his ankles in my hands and started to turn him, he knew what I wanted and rolled onto his stomach without resistance. From my crouched position I could see along his legs, well toned and with only a soft covering of dark hairs, to the small mound of his arse. It was tempting me closer. I started to work my way back up, kissing and nibbling from the soles of his feet, always upwards, always slowly, until I reached the back of his knees. As soon as I started working my tongue in there the sounds he made amplified. His legs stiffened as he felt this new sensation shoot through him and I could see his hips lift from the bed as the pleasure/pain flashed from his legs to his groin and back again. I teased him some more, drinking in the scent of his innocence and revelling in the joy these new sensations were giving him.

And then it was time to move closer to my goal; to the silky smooth skin that I would find beneath those secret-keeping shorts. As I moved up between his legs they parted willingly, allowing me access to where he now knew I was going. My hands stroked the way ahead, flattening the downy hairs on the back of his legs, stroking his flesh and massaging my route to his arse. When I reached it I was able to take one cheek in each of my wide palms and claw at his muscles as he had done at mine, pulling the material of his shorts up so that they would be even tighter at the front. And then I took both sides of the shorts in one hand and twisted so the material came together in one line; pulled upwards and it slid in between his arse cheeks, revealing the dark, smooth flesh to me on either side. And then I pulled just a little harder so that he could feel the tension against his hole.

His groans had now turned to near desperate sobs, and he had buried his face into the sheets to muffle the sounds he was unable to control. With his shorts wedged up against him like this I started to kiss his cheeks. One side then the other, wetting them with my saliva, sucking them in between my lips and taking small bites, just to let him know I had him at my command. His hips ground into the bed making circular movements, rubbing his swollen cock against the sheets below. His arse rose to meet me as I chewed it, licked it, savoured it.

And just when he thought I could show him no more ecstasy I pulled the back of his shorts down revealing to me his darkly puckered hole. It was begging to be serviced, his hips pushing it up towards me, opening him out. And I had led him on far enough. Pulling the shorts as far from my target as I could I leant down towards him and rested my stubbled chin on the top of his hairless arse crack. Then slowly, applying pressure, drew my face downwards, scratching at his sensitive, untouched flesh and making him moan louder. I felt my chin scrape over his hole and he gasped a high pitched sound of surprise. And then my tongue was on it. Flicking at it, poking gently as I drew in the sweet scent of his sweat. It flicked harder, started to penetrate, to part the virgin ring little by little until it was exploring just inside. My mouth surrounded his hole, my nose buried deep into his cheeks and I pulled his arse open a little wider.

He was pushing back into me with more force now. His words were muffled but they urged me on. His hips rose with more desperation and I could feel his head twist from side to side. I pulled him up to his knees and he took the position gratefully, saying ‘yes,’ through his wild groaning. My hands were around his hips, so slender that my fingers almost touched in the front. I gave him more of my stubble, grating it across his slippery anus as I slurped up and down his crack. And then I let my hands slip to the front of his shorts where his young cock was still trapped and straining. As I dug my tongue deeper into him I let my fingers gently play down his solid shaft, barely tickling it through the cotton. I cupped his small balls in one hand and rolled them around, my fingertips playing on them, stroking them. He was working himself up to come. I could feel his body start to spasm, I could hear louder whimpers of desperation. I was going to bring him off without touching the flesh of his 19 year old cock. I just ran my fingernails up and down his shaft, scratched at its engorged head through the shorts and pinched it with my nails as I worked on his ball sack and chewed out his arse.

He was thrusting back into my face with more force now, circling his arse around and pushing back wanting me in deeper. But he would get that later. Later I’d be doing this with my thick cock buried in him. We had all night. He could wait. For now I just wanted to feel him struggle with delight, hear him gasp and whine like a caged puppy as I brought him close to the edge just by licking his hole and torturing his shaft.

In desperation he tried to reach in under himself and grab for his cock, but I was stronger and pushed his hands away. He tried to fight back. I just parted his cheeks further and ground my tongue into his soft, warm insides. He tried to twist around but I kept him pinned there with one squeeze of his small, vulnerable nuts. He gave in, his head slammed down onto the bed and he let out a slow, long moan.

This was it. With a quick movement I tugged the front of his shorts, finally releasing his swollen cock and heard it slap up against his stomach. I gripped his hips with my hands and started ramming him back into my face, fucking his arse with my tongue, not giving him a chance to do anything but succumb to orgasm. I didn’t touch his cock again, I didn’t need to, I just kept pulling him back, pushing him away, pulling him back, going in deeper, listening to him moan, getting louder, getting nearer, digging my stubble into the red raw flesh of his crack, gripping him tighter, feeling him tremble in my hands, as my relentless rhythm sent him over the edge. He let out a deep, angry grunt, then another and his sphincter contracted. He jolted back into me with a sudden spasm and his body went rigid. I could hear the splat of cum hitting his chest, hitting my bed and I could hear him grunt again and again as my rimming continued until every drop was out of him and he started to slow down.

I kept working on him there while his gasps subsided into deep breathing. Kissing his round cheeks and stroking gently at the red marks that my face had left. I worked my thumb around his hole, slipping it over and then in with the lubrication of my spit. He moaned contentedly as my thumb went in and I knew then that there would be more to come. My cock was solid again and I was ready to unload my second wad of the night into his tasty Greek arse. But he was not ready. Not yet, and besides, I’d not yet tasted, nor even seen, his youthful lad cock in the flesh.

I let him lie flat on his stomach, knelt up and wiped my mouth. And then I lay down over him so that my cock rested hard and ready along his hairless crack. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and he searched for my hands under himself. We lay, our sweat mingling in the warmth of the evening, and he pulled me tighter down onto him.

‘I want you to fuck me,’ he whispered. ‘But se ligo.’

‘Se ligo?’ I replied?

‘In a while,’ he said and there was a dreamy, far away contentment in his voice.

‘We have all night.’

He turned his face to mine and kissed me, long, hard almost desperate. ‘And let’s take all night,’ he replied and pushed his compact little arse back into the hardness of my cock.

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Shirtless Hunk Full of Cream

December 10, 2008 at 6:00 am (Shirtless Hunks, So Fucking Hot) (, , , )

Shirtless Hunk Full of Cream

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Shower story

December 9, 2008 at 12:38 pm (Dirty Sexy Gay Stories, So Fucking Hot) (, )

It’s a wild, windy night up here under the eves. Everyone else is asleep, it’s just gone two in the morning – I heard the chapel bell a few moments ago. That’s what has prompted this diary entry: it made me think that I should get something written down before I forgot what I just saw. Not that I think I ever will.

Fuck it was horny!

I couldn’t sleep. The wind was keeping me awake, rattling the roof tiles and howling around the chimney. And I needed a piss anyway so: I got up, quietly so as not to wake the others, and put on my dressing gown and slippers. I didn’t expect to see anyone at that time of night but I put them on in case I did and got told off. I can’t believe that I still have to obey the rules and dress like one of the juniors. I’m eighteen and a half! Anyhow, I wasn’t wearing my pyjama top so I thought I should.

I felt my way to the door and slipped out into the corridor. No one around. I heard the chapel bell strike one in the distance. Apart from that there was no other sound; well, I could still hear the wind. So I walked as quickly and as quietly as I could to the shower room. My slippers squeaked on the polished floor a bit so, outside Dean and Stuart’s study, I stopped to take them off. Then I carried on along to the shower and toilet room at the end.

And then I heard a shower running. This was really strange because no one is allowed to shower after ten at night; we’re supposed to be in bed by then. Just in case it was a master (they sometimes use our showers if their private one is bust – and it often is,) I slipped into the washroom silently. Most of the lights were out but where who ever it was was showering there was one light on. I went into the cubicle next door, which was also lit by this light, so that I could see what I was doing. And, I hoped, so I could see who it was.

I undid my dressing gown and fished my prick out from my pyjamas, making sure that I pissed against the bowl so as not to make too much noise. As I was letting it out I leaned backward so that I could see into the shower through the crack between the cubicle walls.

ONE

It was a master, but I couldn’t tell which one. He was rubbing soap around his arse. As I watched, he slid his fingers right in between his arse cheeks and soaped himself up in there. He seemed to take a long time over it. He was still feeling himself up when I’d finished pissing.

I nearly flushed the toilet without thinking because I was so intrigued. Luckily I stopped myself, (he would have heard the toilet flush even with the shower running) so I leant back to watch some more, leaving my prick hanging through the fly of my pyjamas.

TWO

He’d started putting soap around the front now. I could see from behind that he was paying a lot of attention to getting his cock nice and clean. The water was splashing down his back and washing the suds from his arse. It was a firm arse, he had a good body but I’ve not seen many of the masters naked so I didn’t recognise him yet. And he had his head down so I couldn’t see the shape of his head. But I could see that he was really paying attention to his cock and, by the looks of it, his balls too. His arms were working up and down like he was massaging the inside of his thighs.

I took hold of my prick in my hand and started working on it. This was too good an opportunity to miss – seeing one of the masters wanking in the shower. It would have been better if I’d been able to join in but of course that was not going to happen.

THREE

And then, slowly, he turned around. And he was wanking! He had his stiff cock in his hand, covered in soap, and was running his fist over it. He was using the skin of his hand, and the lubrication of the soap, to tease his cock head. His nob kept showing through the O made by his thumb and curled fingers; he’d squeeze it for a moment and then really slowly slide his fist back over it, like he was fucking his own hand. And while he did this he kept twisting his ball sack in his other hand, pulling his hairs there and then pinching the skin; like he was trying to torture himself.

I’d not seen anyone do this before so I copied him, twisting my own smaller balls, and pulling at my dark pubes underneath. It felt o.k. but when I started copying the pinching, wow! That felt great and I almost moaned out loud. But I remembered where I was and what I was doing and looked up at his face to make sure he hadn’t noticed me.

FOUR

He was too intent on his massive cock to have seen me. Even if he had, he’d only have seen an eye peering through the small crack – he wouldn’t have recognised me. But I recognised him. Mr. Andrews, the math’s teacher. Fuck I didn’t know he was so sexy! He had chest muscles that stood out and, although his stomach wasn’t ‘washboard’ it wasn’t fat either. And that cock! He looked down at himself as he slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft, stopping now and then to rub his thumb across the tip.

All the time I was copying him and wondering when he would come. I really wanted to see that. My heart was pounding ‘cos I knew I would get done if I was caught, and also ‘cos I was getting so turned on. I was ready to spunk up by now but wanted to do it at the same time as him.

FIVE

He stopped moving his hand then and I thought he’d seen me. But all he did was grip his cock and wrap his fingers around his balls, like he was making that already rock-hard shaft even harder somehow. He just looked at it, pointed it in my direction and paused. I copied his actions.

SIX

And then he turned around again, put his head under the shower and washed the suds from his back. I thought he’d stopped and was about to shoot my come into the toilet when I noticed he’d done something else. He’d bent his cock right back between his legs so that it was pointing at me again, even with his back to me. I could see his balls stretched and smooth, see his piss slit with water (or was it piss) running off the end. It was weird; like he knew I was looking and wanted to give me something to really get off to. Standing like that I could see his arse, his bollocks and his cock head all at once, how horny is that! I couldn’t have copied that position; my cock was too hard to bend, besides it’s not as big as his.

Instead I wanked more gently. Knowing that he hadn’t finished and wanting to come at the same time as him. He turned back again, put one hand under his big ball sack and the other around his wide cock and started wanking at the same speed as me. I heard him gasp and I reckoned he was about to come. I was certainly ready.

I tightened up my buttocks and squeezed hard on my cock when I felt it start. My hand was going slow, the same speed as him. As he pulled his fist down to the base of his shaft I did the same, as he slid it back up to cover his tip, I did that too. When he squeezed, so did I and when I saw a great glob of white shoot from the end of his man cock I couldn’t hold back. I shot my come right to the wall above the toilet as my balls exploded. He shot his up and onto his chest. I tried to do the same but it just flew up in the air. He came again, silently and without jerking, I came once more and my whole body twitched. He shot another stream onto his belly but I couldn’t come anymore. He squeezed the end of his cock and more spunk dribbled out and over his hand. He released the pressure and then squeezed again, draining every last drop from inside him.

I was sweating now and trying not to let him hear my breathing. I stood still and silent as I watched him rub his come around his belly button with a finger.

And then… The he lifted that finger to his mouth, open his lips and slid it right in. And while he did this he looked directly into my eyes and winked.

SEVEN

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The Greek Lads (part one)

December 8, 2008 at 3:29 pm (Dirty Sexy Gay Stories, Gay in Volumes, So Fucking Hot) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

I saw the lad again tonight, plucked up courage and winked at him as I passed. That, as it turned out, was all I needed to do. It is now dawn, he’s just left and I have to get this down before I forget. Not that I ever will.

I had been on the island for only one evening when I started to realise two things about the local lads. One, they were all desirable and two, they all wore really tight jeans even in July when the sun was burning hot. I had only been on the island two days when I realised a third thing: quite a few of them looked at me strangely whenever I walked by their café in the tiny, half ruined back street of the village. And then I realised another thing: I was going to have one of these lads before I left. He looked at me, I looked at him and I knew instantly.

I was staying at a friend’s apartment, he’d let me rent it for the whole month of July and I had exclusive use. A balcony overlooked a delightful view of ancient houses, a courtyard below and trees rambling down a valley to the sea about a mile away. The room off the balcony was perfectly furnished with a large sofa, wall hangings and old photographs of the island dating back at least one hundred years. Off this ‘salon’ was my bedroom; a large double bed that I hoped might see some action, a wardrobe and a table were the only things in it. And, from another door off the salon, was a short corridor leading to the front entrance, a bathroom and a small kitchen. Outside I had a courtyard with fruit trees and steps leading down to a private entrance yard, guarded by ornate metal doors. The place was private, cool in the heat of day, and comfortably warm in the evenings. I’d be happy here for a month.

After recovering from my flight, it was an overnight journey finished off by a boat ride to this remote place, I spent my second day exploring the village; checking out where the cafes were, the shops and the tavernas and how far the beach was. I familiarised myself enough to be able to find my way home through the intricate maze of cobbled alleys and unlit passages that made up this village half way up a mountain. It was while doing this that I passed by the café. It was obviously the local lad’s hang-out, not a tourist in sight, pop music playing and a collection of youths hanging around at tables outside. From my quick reckie I guessed it was a place for those in their late teens, early twenties; I saw no one older than thirty as I walked by.

It was while checking it out that I noticed the looks. In the few seconds it took me to pass, look into the gloomy inside then out at the pavement tables, I noticed the strange looks. A couple of the guys stopped their heated conversation and stared at me, then they carried on chattering in their indecipherable language while cocking their heads in my direction. I was clearly a talking point and I had no idea why. Assuming it was because I was the only tourist to be staying in their neighbourhood I took no notice, nodded at them and carried on. I didn’t let myself feel intimidated, I’m 32, I work as a builder, live in London’s East End and can handle a few inhospitable foreigners if I have to. I’m also up for a bit of trade with the same kind if they’re consenting, cute, younger and gagging for it.

I doubted any of this lot were and, sighing (because they were all tanned, fit and wearing tight jeans but this was not my home turf,) I carried on back to my apartment.

As the holiday progressed I passed by the ‘Andras’ café regularly at the same time each day on my way back from the beach. Each day the same lads were sat around drinking their cold coffee and playing backgammon and each day they would throw me a look. I started to make it a custom to say hello and learned the Greek word from a fellow tourist so that I could surprise them. It didn’t seem to make a difference. They still just stared blankly at me with their huge, brown eyes. Each day I sighed and each night I jacked off with one of their bodies in my mind. One in particular. A slim guy of about 19, whose eye I had caught on my first passing. He had short jet black hair, a smooth closely shaved face and a cocky grin. His torso shaped down from a worked-on chest to slim hips and the oh so tight jeans rose up in his crotch to a tantalising mound as he sat with one leg rested up on the other. He always sat apart from the others like he was some kind of outcast and that appealed to me.

I winked at him last night and made sure I walked more slowly. I’d had some wine with my lunch and the afternoon had been spent lying on the busy beach staring at men in wet trunks, straight lads with their girlfriends had posed all round me and I had flicked my hungry eyes to crotch level at any chance I got. Something about the day had made me more horny than usual and something about the day had told me that the night would be a special night. I was right.

As soon as I had winked at the slim one he winked back and flashed me a quick smile. Immediately my heart was up and pounding and I knew I’d started something. By the time I’d passed his table he was putting some coins down by his half finished coffee and standing up. I walked on. I heard him follow.

I turned right, up the steps that led to the narrow lane my apartment was in. After a few paces I heard someone coming up behind me and knew it was him. I didn’t turn back, just carried on – in case I’d misread things and he was only going home the same way. I didn’t feel threatened, it’s not that sort of place and, like I said, I can handle myself. I came up to my front doors, got the key into the metal gate and went inside. Should I leave the door open? Why not?

I climbed up the steps to the apartment and pushed open the front door. The apartment was bathed in late afternoon light, diffracted through the lace curtains, filling the corridor with a magical, pink glow. I left the front door open and went through to the salon. The French windows were open to the view and I stepped quickly out onto the balcony, hoping to see the lad standing below, waiting for me to invite him up. The alley was empty. All there was to be heard was the sound of sparrows, a far off cockerel and a slight breeze annoying the fig trees below. My heart sank and I realised I’d got the whole thing wrong. He wasn’t interested in me. He was at least ten years younger and probably had a girl waiting for him somewhere. I turned back into the flat, deciding that a cold shower and a quick wank was all I needed to drive him from my mind.

The cold shower did nothing to stop the swelling in my cock and by the time I got out it was still semi hard, hanging over my filling balls and craving attention. I grabbed it in a fist and gave it two hard yanks. That was enough to get it upright and to attention. It stood out seven inches in front of me waiting for me to carry on. I left it there and padded through to the bedroom. The day’s wine had also tired me and I decided that, after all, I needed a siesta more than a wank. Heading for my bed I walked back into the salon.

He was standing in front of the window, his back to the sunset and the long white curtains shielded the light as they sighed in the breeze. His hands were on his hips and his jeans had been undone at the stud. I couldn’t make out his expression but he did not move when I came in, naked and still damp, still hard. I stopped dead still, first with shock and then with uncertainty. He was in my room, he would have to be the one to make the first move.

And he did. He took one pace towards me, looked over his shoulder as if to check he was not being watched and then made another step closer. His arms rose up in a shrug and I could see his face, he smiled, broadly, and winked again. I did not move a muscle. His expression changed and he looked worried.

‘I should go?’ he said and his accent was heavy.

I shook my head slowly, my eyes fixed on his.

‘What should I do?’ he whispered and I got the impression that he really had no idea what should come next. This was new to him.

‘What you want,’ I whispered back. I had still not moved, my cock was still straining out for him and all I could feel was a drip of water running beneath it, gathering on my heavy scrotum. Another drip trickled, tickled and ran there while I waited. Waited and watched.

He kicked his dusty sandals off and I looked at his long, brown feet. My eyes rested there a while as I heard him pull his tee shirt over his head. A crack of static, a rustle of material. My gaze darted up quickly and I saw two tufts of thick dark hair as he raised his arms over his head. He reached up, his chest tightened, defined pecs with a small V of hair between them. His arms were strong, also defined and I guessed he worked as a labourer. In a few years those arms would be strong enough to crush me in a bear hug. His head caught in the neck of the shirt which was then pulled free as his face came back into sight. He was still looking directly at me, uncertain, wanting assurance.

I raised a smile, stood my ground and stared into his deep brown eyes as, in the edge of my vision, I saw his hands fall again to his waist. I heard a zip and looked down. He undid his jeans with one slow, deliberate movement and then waited. I just stared at him, looking back at his face and raising one eyebrow. He shrugged again, asking what he should do next. I cocked my head. Whatever you want.

He pushed his jeans down and over his hips, revealing tight white shorts. They shrouded closely their innocent secret and outlined a proportioned shaft that lay stiffening to the right. Beneath this the cotton cocooned a perfect roundness and above the waistband an eyelash thin line of hair ran up to meet the smoothness of his tanned belly. The jeans slipped lower under their own weight and his legs, strong from his 19 or so years of labour and exercise, held up the rest of his youthful body with power. Powerful yet timid. He didn’t know what to do next. I continued to drink in the sight of his body and simply waited. A moment passed, no sound but our breathing and the rustle of wildlife outside. He pushed the denim aside with a slight kick and took a step closer.

We were within two feet of each other. I could smell his soap and feel his breath. But still I did not approach. We tried to reach each other’s thoughts. He wanted me to tell him what to do next. I wanted to see what would happen. Tentatively he reached out a hand, smooth skin on the back, rough worked flesh on the palm. I felt it land on my chest – broader than his hairier. And then his hand slid down until it rested on my hip. I looked at his body. Taught yet pliable, strong yet uncertain. Unused. Wanting. His hand moved across and his fingers wrapped around my cock. He stared into my eyes. I did not back down. Imperceptibly I moved my legs apart, allowing my balls to hang free and his hand was quick to cup them, explore them, learn what another man felt like. I let him touch me, he was gentle, I let him explore and learn the pleasure of the first sensation of another man’s skin against his own. He knelt very slowly and finally his eyes left mine. They travelled down my body as mine had done down his until all I could see was the top of his dark head. He took my cock in his mouth.

And then all I could feel was the heat of his eager mouth as my shaft slipped between his lips and parted that cheeky grin. But still I did not touch him. I just stood there and let him discover, let him move his head in towards my crotch, out again until the tip of my swollen penis rested behind his teeth, then in towards me again where he buried his nose into my damp flesh and sucked my breath through me. His actions grew quicker and he made small groaning noises, sounds of wonder and derision. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his fingers dig into my taught, hairy arse muscles as he pulled me harder into him. He clawed in at my arse, getting a firmer grip as he desperately tugged me deeper into his throat. He pulled back, never letting me free, but taking a deep breath so that he could drag me into him deeper each time as he held me in his throat longer; his tongue playing around the base of my now totally swollen shaft.

Quickly I felt myself getting close. The heat, the sight of the lads in their tight denim, the wine, the youth drawing on my flesh. A few more thrusts and I’d be filling his gullet with cum. I tried to warn him by pulling back but he realised what I was doing. He read my signals and only held me tighter. He wanted me to explode inside him. His hands took one of my arse cheeks apiece and slammed me back into his face, my balls slapping up against his smooth chin, my balance almost lost. I grunted another warning and it only made him more desperate to drink me. His grip tightened, his throat contracted, heat around my itching cock head, my balls rising, preparing to unload, his eyelashes brushing against my pubes.

My breathing stopped for a split second. All was silence, my heart pounded, my legs tightened and I felt myself jettison the first load into the springy softness of his throat. He drew in a breath, made a gasping sound as the second spurt hit somewhere deep within him, and then another as my groin jerked against his face. And then another load caused him to gag and I heard him swallow, spluttering as another man’s cum filled his mouth and dribbled over his lips for the first time. He sucked me still and dry, holding my red hot cock in his mouth until my pleasure was spent and the sensation started to turn to ecstatic pain.

Eventually he let me go, released me from his mouth first but continued to hold my groin against his face as he drew in my scent, licked my hairy balls with his youthful tongue and stroked the back of my legs with his rough palm. And then he stood up and away and looked back into my face. A trickle of sweat ran from my brow and into my eye and it closed instinctively in a wink. He raised a finger and brushed my closed eyelid tenderly with a thumb. And then he licked my salty sweat from it, all the time questioning me with his deep brown eyes.

His white shorts were now straining against the solid shaft that they could hardly contain. The material was pulled away from him revealing a darkness that was shadow and hair, the front of them was moist, his cock upright and primed. He was begging me to do to him what he had done to me. He turned his head towards the open door of the bedroom and indicated that he wanted us to go in. I shrugged, said nothing and he let out a frustrated sigh.

‘Please?’ he said.

I refused to reply. He turned and walked two paces towards the room. Stopped and let me view the tightness of the white shorts around his small, round arse. His back was strong, strong enough to support my weight when I would bear down on it but his hips were slim enough to allow my hands to grasp each one with my fingers almost touching around them.

‘Why do they look at me?’ I asked and my voice stopped him in his tracks. He made no reply so I went on. ‘When I pass your café the other young men stare at me strangely. They talk about me after I have passed, I know.’

He turned back then and smiled apologetically. ‘Yes,’ he admitted, ‘we talked about you.’

‘What were you saying?’

He came back up to me and suddenly placed my hand over his cock. It felt warm, tender and small in my large palm, smooth under the softness of his shorts. And I knew it was mine for the taking. I put my other hand on his arse and he made no objection. I knew that was mine for the taking too.

‘We could not decide,’ he said and looked me straight in the eye, drawing me close to his mouth.

‘Decide what?

‘We could not decide which one of us you would want. We all wanted you. You chose me.’

‘You chose me,’ I reminded him.

‘We chose each other,’ he said and kissed me.

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Straight Student’s Glory Hole

December 8, 2008 at 3:20 pm (Dirty Sexy Gay Stories, So Fucking Hot) (, )

I was at college as a mature student; mature being twenty seven. Actually it was only one day a week for a year and my employer was paying for the course. It got me out of the office and into a completely different environment. The college catered for students of all ages, most were late teens, early twenties, and of all races. This was in South London so there was a huge variety of nationalities attending there. My class was made up of other mature students, mostly married and boring but there was one guy who stood out from the rest.

His name was Jakob, which I first thought was German but he turned out to be Polish. He had been born in London, moved back to Poland and then returned to London to work and study for his diploma, sponsored, like me, by his firm of builders. He was nineteen, a bit shy and straight. I learned this in the cafeteria during our second week. By the end of the first term I had learned very little else about him, except that he kept himself to himself, never stayed after class for a drink, and disappeared every lunchtime for about half an hour. I never knew where he went but, as I started to become more interested in him I decided that I would make it my duty to find out.

Our second term started in the spring and by this time some of the class had dropped out. There were only twelve of us but I was pleased to see that Jakob had returned. The first week back I tried to make conversation with him and made sure I moved from my usual desk to the one beside him so that I would have more opportunities to talk to him. From this new position I could also glance at him more often. But he remained quiet and secretive and we got no further than hello and good bye.

During one lecture, a particularly boring one about health and safety regulations, I noticed that he had something hidden in his folder. He had the folder standing up on the desk in front of him so that the lecturer could not see that he was thumbing through the magazine that was hidden inside. From my place next to him I could quite clearly see that it was a magazine full of hard-core pictures of guys and women getting down to some heavy sex. As he turned the pages he looked up, as if he was listening to the lecture, and then would pretend to write something down. He was actually just doodling, but he was giving the appearance of being an attentive student.

I rested my elbow on my desk, propped up my head in my hand and pretended that I was also making notes. What I was actually doing was giving myself an uninterrupted view of Jakob, and particularly the front of his trousers. He wore combat style army pants, tight around the crotch and top of the legs with baggy pockets on the sides. They hugged his slim waist nicely and helped to define the bulge at the front. The bulge was not huge, Jakob himself was only about five feet seven tall and a bit scrawny to be honest, but what he lacked in physique he made up for in looks. Smooth skin, short black hair and wide, deep eyes that grew larger as he continued to gawp at his porno mag as if he’d never seen one before. And the more he gawped the more the front of his trousers grew. He shifted his position, bringing one leg up and resting his ankle on his knee.

The lecturer was asking a question and, for a moment, I was distracted. I answered him and then wrote something down. When I looked back to the lad next door I caught him pulling his hand away from the front of his trousers, having just adjusted himself. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pressing firm against the light material of his combat trousers now. It was lying to one side, reaching almost to a pocket and beneath it his balls were making a nice, round bulge. I wanted to stop time, if it were only possible, get down on my knees and unzip those combats to take hold of the meat that was straining to be let out. But the lesson dragged on, after a while Jakob put his magazine away and paid attention. And after what seemed like an eternity, the lecture finished and we were let out for lunch.

I noticed that he kept his folder, complete with hidden magazine, under his arm as he left the room. The rest of the class turned right, towards the canteen, but Jakob turned left. This, I decided, was going to be the day I discovered where he went. I followed at a reasonable distance, my eyes fixed firmly on the small rounds of his arse. My own cock was still recovering from the unexpected turn on before, the front of my briefs was slightly damp and my own balls felt swollen. Once I found out where he went I was going to find a cubicle somewhere and jack off while the images of him were still fresh in my mind.

At the end of the corridor he turned left again and climbed the stairs. Other students were coming down in hoards, making their way to lunch before all the tables were taken, but Jakob ignored them. He knew where he was going and nothing was getting in his way. He climbed two floors to the library and went in. Maybe he was just an avid reader? Maybe he took his porn to the quiet recesses of the library to jack off under the table?

The library was all but deserted. Someone was at work behind the reception desk and someone else was studying over by the windows. I paused, pretended I’d forgotten what I had come in for, waited to see where Jakob went, and then followed him again. He disappeared behind the furthest row of shelves and, by the time I got there, had vanished completely. This was a new part of the college to me. I’d never been in the library before; if I needed books I bought them.

There was only one place he could have gone; through a door showing a sign for ‘Gents’. Of course! He came up here to the back of beyond to wank himself over his straight porn. Maybe he couldn’t do it at home with his parents around? Whatever the reason I was glad he chose somewhere out of the way. The toilets were silent inside. Three cubicles lined one wall and beside them was one long, steel trough. A couple of old sinks stood opposite and one, high up window, was shut and dirty. The door to the furthest cubicle was closed and the other two open so I guessed he must already have been inside. I slipped into the middle one and was relived to see that it locked.

But now what was I going to do? I heard the rustle of pages next door and knew that he was in there already flicking through his pictures. I looked at the cubicle walls and realised that this was the place to come when you wanted to cum. The graffiti bore testament to many a horny, frustrated student. Apart from the crude drawings of spurting cocks and hairy balls, apart from the mobile phone numbers and the dates to meet there was a huge variety of one-liners. ‘I want to suck your cock.’ ‘Just had a new lad in here, only 17, huge prick.’ ‘Fuck my arse in tights and panties.’ To mention a few.

I sat down and pressed my ear to the thin, plasterboard wall to hear better the sounds from next door. And that is when I noticed the glory hole. It had been gouged out, the edges smoothed off in an almost professional way and then covered with a piece of tissue. I blew on it, the tissue fell away and I could see the floor of the cubicle next door. Resting on the floor was a pair of feet in black boots. Scrunched up around them were a pair of green combat trousers and a pair of white boxer shorts. I leaned further forward and could see his legs, smooth, almost hairless and, resting on them, his magazine.

I don’t know if he had noticed me then, he must have heard me come it but he didn’t stop what he was doing. I could see that his right hand was holding the magazine but I could see no more. The cover was hiding his other hand and the youthful cock he must have been fisting in it. But this view was enough. My cock was hardening and needed to be let out. I stood, took a risk but didn’t care. I stood facing the wall so that if he looked through the hole he would see me, and I slowly unzipped my jeans. I made sure my belt buckle rattled as I undid it and then slowly slid my own trousers down to the floor. I stood up straight again and fondled my stiffening cock through my shorts, if he was watching me he would get a good show. I pulled the waistband down a little to reveal some of my hairy bush and cupped my balls through the material of the shorts. My six inches was tenting out at the front and when I pulled my shorts down further it slapped out to freedom, the head damp and sticky, the skin pulled right back. I stood there, wrapping my fist around my bollocks and just showing everything. Everything hard, hairy and ready for action.

And then I stood back a little and crouched down onto my haunches. Time to see what he was up to. My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. I saw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of black hair set against a white, flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over a hairless, wrinkled sack. So this is what a nineteen year old Polish cock looked like. I wanted to know how it tasted. He was showing it to me proudly and with no shyness now. And he took a step closer.

The pink tip came through the hole, circumcised and glistening and, after a moment’s manipulation his cute ball sack was through, framed by the wall, just lying there waiting for me. I lent forward, breathed in the scent of his groin and blew gently on the tip of his penis. It twitched, I licked the pre-cum with my tongue and it twitched again. Slowly I ran my tongue along the shaft until it played around his short hairs, then back along underneath until the rim of his tip rested on my bottom teeth. I closed my lips carefully around it, formed them into a circle and held him there while my tongue darted and jabbed at his cock head. Within seconds he was fully hard. I slid him in so very slowly, savouring the smoothness, the feel of his warm flesh against my lips, until my nose was into his bush and my head was against the wall. I sucked and then slid back, my tongue pressed firmly against the underside of the youthful meat. Again I rested his head on my teeth and sucked in the juice that was starting to escape.

I put one hand around his balls, cupped them and rolled them around in my palm as I went down again, still slowly, still teasing him. I heard a slight moan as I took his whole length to the back of my throat, and another when I released him and started licking his ball sack. I longed for the wall to disappear, so that I could wrap my arms around his slim waist and feel the firmness of his tight arse in my large hands. I wanted to turn him around, burry my face in his crack and show him what other pleasures men could endure with men. But I was also content to taste his young sack, feel his hardness against my face and breathe in the scent of lad sweat as I worked his bollocks with my tongue.

And then he was pulling away, his cock slipped back through the hole and I saw him crouch down. Immediately I stood up, fed my own meat through the hole and pressed myself up against the cold, hard wall. I felt a hand stroke along my shaft as if it didn’t know what to do with it. Fingers lightly played the full length, turned my cock head inquisitively and then ran through my manly bush of coarse hair. I felt his other hand take my ball sack and roll it, as I had done to him. And then I felt the first breath of warm air against my cock. Soft lips tentatively touched my throbbing end. A wet, soft tongue licked me there and then my shaft was surrounded by heat. I wished I could have held his head, felt his soft, dark hair in my grip as I pushed myself in. But with the wall between us he was now in control. He kept on at my balls as he went down, drawing me in further until I could feel the back of his throat resist against the meat that was trying to get in deeper. I heard him gag, felt him pull back, and then he tried again. As soon as I felt his lips dampen my hair I knew he had taken all of me. His squeezing on my balls quickened and his mouth closed tighter around me.

He pulled back quickly, I felt cold air on my cock head for a second and then it was hot again, plunged to the back of his throat in one deft movement. Again it was released, and again covered as he took me in, drew back, took me in and then drew back again. He was sliding his throat up and down my shaft in a faster rhythm now, feasting on it as if he’d never tasted a man before and this was his only chance. Eagerly he grabbed and pulled at my tightening balls as his mouth worked up and down my shaft. I knew I would not be able to endure this for long. My cock had fattened, somewhere inside I felt the first stirrings and my cock head started to tingle. I wanted to warn him but there was no way. I tried to pull back, I wanted to taste him again, I wanted this to last for a long time, but he had me held fast with his keen, young mouth.

He was beating down on me, using his mouth to wank me off. His mouth felt like a strong, powerful hand pumping my meat as he swallowed me, sucked, slid me out and dived on me again. I clawed at the wall, pushed myself back so that my cock was thrust as deep into him as it could go. I could see the rough graffiti, read the vulgar words, ‘I want to cum in a cute student’s mouth.’ ‘Straight student wants to taste man cock.’

You’re gunna taste it now. My balls were filled, my cock gorged and scraping against his teeth as he gagged on me. But still he took me in. I pushed as far into him as I could go, and my legs tensed. I grabbed my solid arse cheeks with both hands, and pressed myself as close to the wall as I could. And erupted. My hips jolted in spasm, my cock burned inside his throat and grew hotter as I felt my cum shoot into him and slash back around my shaft. As soon as it started he dived down on me, buried his face into me and held my cock as far in his mouth as he could get it. I shot again, his tongue stroked against my pumping shaft and his fingernails dug into my bollocks. I felt him swallow, the friction of his tight throat on my cock head sent another wave through me and I spurted more juice into his straight gullet. He kept me in his mouth as I gasped and twitched to stillness, licking my cock and draining it of its last drop of cum, drinking me in, drinking me down and dry. Until I could tolerate it no more and I pulled back.

He let me go and I slipped my glistening, wet cock back through the hole. I squatted down again, ready to reciprocate, keen to give him the same treatment. He stood up. I licked my lips to get them moist and waited to receive his young tool. But he just stood there, his cock hanging semi-lip, a dribble of cum hanging from its head. It was a gorgeous, smooth piece of meat that I had tasted only briefly and now may never taste again. It was too late. He had cum while blowing me. He was showing me the effect my cock had had on him.

I put a finger through, beckoned him closer and, when he did put his flaccid cock up against the hole I just took it in my mouth and held it there for a while. And then I let him go. Heard him do up his combat trousers and leave the cubicle. I dried myself off and did the same.

When I stepped back into the enforced silence of the library I saw him walking away. He stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me. I sat at a table, pretending to glance over a newspaper. After a few seconds he came back and stood in front of me. He lent down.

‘Will you tell anyone?’ he said nervously.

I shook my head. ‘Of course I won’t,’ I reassured him.

‘Thanks. See you next week in class then.’

He stood up and turned. Where his hand had rested on the table was now a piece of paper. I unfolded it.

‘Straight student wants to taste man cock.’ It read. And underneath this a mobile phone number and another line: ‘In case you can’t wait until next week.’

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The Business Man

December 8, 2008 at 3:17 pm (Dirty Sexy Gay Stories, Rent Boy Confessions) (, )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Campsite Shower Room

December 8, 2008 at 3:09 pm (Dirty Sexy Gay Stories, So Fucking Hot)

Tod was touring Europe with his best mate, Ryan. They had both decided, the previous year, to take a few months off work and go out and see some of the world. They’d been away from London for two months and so far hadn’t seen much of anything except bars, night clubs and trains. They’d made it to Berlin and had decided to stay for a few days, rather than keep traveling. The tent was set up in its own secluded spot by a lake and the campsite was clean and cheap, so they could allow themselves the luxury of having a settled base for a while.

The previous evening they had stayed at their tent, drinking inexpensive wine and talking over school days, what their colleagues would be doing back in the office and previous sexual conquests. Talking about the kind of things they liked to get up to had made both of them horny, but the wine had made them incapable of doing anything about it. Not that they would have done. They were just mates and had no intention of sleeping together. Besides, Tod was into older, straight looking guys and Ryan was into younger ones. Both friends were the same age, thirty three, and neither fancied the other. So nothing would have happened apart from individual wanking off in their sleeping bags. At about midnight they’d both called in a night and staggered into the tent as best they could after the hard drinking session.

Morning came with a vengeance and Tod was woken by the sound of Ryan’s heavy snores. The first thing he felt was the thumping of his head and the second was the stiffness of his cock. He needed to piss and he needed to get rid of the headache. He managed to avoid treading on his sleeping mate as he crawled from the tent. The sun was just coming up over the lake and he knew it was early, too early to be getting up. But once he was awake that was it.

He looked around and decided that due to the early hour it would be safe enough to go up to the toilet block in just his boxers. But then he may as well take a shower while he was there, a cold one would take his mind off his headache and so he reached back in for his towel.

The shower block was empty and cold as he entered. There was a distinct smell of bleach mixed with stale piss that caused him to cough slightly as he stood and relieved himself at the trough. He looked down at his feet to make sure the floor was clean and was pleased to see that it was. The shower cubicles were clean too. The tiled floors shined and reflected his body back up at him. He looked down, saw himself from underneath and grinned a bit. From that angle his cock looked longer than the few inches it had now shrunk down to and his balls looked bigger and hairier. He began playing with them.

It was something about being alone and naked in a public place that started to turn him on. The fact that someone could walk in at any time and take a shower in the next cubicle without realising that he was standing next to them, wanking. He ran the shower and waited for the water to get to a reasonable temperature before standing under it for a second to test it. It felt just fine so he turned his back and let the pressure of the jet massage his shoulders in the hope that it would take away the pounding in his head.

He started pulling at his cock, teasing it by stretching his foreskin out in front and then slowly drawing it all the way back so that the air could circulate around the tip. Slowly, backwards and forwards until he was a little harder. Then he turned to face the water and let that manipulate his shaft a bit, imagining it was someone else’s hands around it. As it grew stiffer he thrust his hips forward so that the jet of warm water could concentrate on his groin, hitting him at the base of his cock. Pulling back a little way the water ran along the length of his shaft until it hit against his knob. That felt good. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine someone was down there licking it and sliding it into their throat. Now that would be really good.

His hands strayed around to his arse and he clasped one cheek in each hand, pulling his crack wide apart so that the air could tickle his hole. But the air wasn’t enough and he was soon turned again, aiming the shower jet against his anus, causing it to contract as if someone else was rimming him, exploring his hairy crack with their tongue.

He opened his eyes to look down at his reflection in the shiny floor. There were his legs, sturdy and firm, and his balls, hanging even lower now, swinging as he gyrated his arse against the water. And there was his cock, the foreskin pulled back part way over his knob, showing half of the glistening wet head. And his shaft looked impressive from both above and below, tough and thick, rigged and standing solidly out from his black bushy mat of hair.

And there was another pair of feet only a few inches away.

Tod blinked a couple of times before he realised how that was possible. The cubicles were separated by a tiled wall that did not meet at the floor. There was a gap of about twelve inches and, thanks to the reflective flooring, it was possible to see the guy standing in the next shower. Possible to see some of him at any rate.

Tod let go of his arse and studied the view more closely. Someone was next door and was showering. He had no idea how long they’d been there or if they’d seen his reflection in the tiles yet. But the other guy was standing still. His legs were tanned, a little hairy, but not as much as Tods. And his feet were long and wide. Quite a solidly built guy from what Tod could see. He crouched a little, pretending to reach down for his shampoo, to see how much of the other guy he could view in the mirror like tiles. The legs weren’t too long from what he could make out, the guy was solid but short, stocky even. And judging by the fact that Tod could see only the back of his legs, he was facing away. That was good, he could crouch right down and see more reflection without the other guy noticing. He could hear the heavy splash of water as the man washed soap from his body.

And then, almost on his knees, he could see the guy’s backside. Dark skinned, compact and firm. Nice. Not too smooth either which was good. He wondered how old this guy was, there was no sign of grey hair, but he was clearly a man, not a kid. Tod crouched as low as he could go, so low that his arse was touching the floor, and tried to get an angle on the upper part of the body. If he craned his neck just a little more he could…

A cold blackness overcame him and the world turned on its head.

‘Are you ok?’ a strange voice was asking him.

The world came back to life again and Tod realised he was looking up. Standing over him was a short guy with a round face, stocky, hair covered chest and a short, fat dick. The guy from the next shower? Tod looked at the legs, yup that was him.

‘Guess you slipped, these floors are dangerous,’ the guy said and offered a hand to pull Tod back to his feet.

But Tod didn’t take the hand. Instead he righted himself onto his knees, grabbed the guy’s thighs and wrapped his lips around the short cock.

‘What the…..hey, get off…’ the guy started to protest and pushed back at Tod’s head with his hands.

Tod held tighter to the thighs and sucked hard. The other guy tried to push him off but Tod was stronger. He thought, ‘he’ll either smack me around the head or give in. If he smacks me I’ll blame concussion.’ It was a weird thing to be thinking and he didn’t pause to wonder why he’d suddenly gone for the guy like this. All he knew was that the world was still spinning a bit and the cock tasted good.

‘Get the fuck off, I aint queer…’ the guy swore down at him and tried to knee Tod in the chest. But the cock was already getting stiffer and the protest seemed weak. Tod’s nose buried into the man’s furry crotch and he felt him firming up against his tongue. He clamped his lips tighter and flicked his tongue from side to side as he drew back, until he reached the tip. He probed the slit for a moment and then slid his hands around to the guy’s arse as he dived back down on the length of fat meat.

The other guy said nothing else apart from, ‘Jesus, I’m straight…’ and stopped trying to push Tod off. He kept his hands on Tod’s head but instead of pushing him away, pulled him towards his groin. The guy’s cock slammed to the back of Tod’s throat and he knew he’d caught him. There was only one way this was going to end.

Tod’s fingers started to claw at the guy’s firm arse cheeks, pulling them apart like he had done to himself. The shower was still throwing warm water down onto the two of them and Tod could feel it hammering at his hands. He knew where he wanted it to go.

The man had started a rhythm now. Allowing Tod to draw back until his shaft was almost out of his mouth and then sliding it all the way to the back of his throat. It was getting fatter with each thrust, stiffening and trying to get in deeper. Tod could feel the weight of the heavy balls against his chin, the soft wet hairs under his fingers and the warm water pounding on his hands. His fingers crept closer to the inside of the stocky guy’s crack, pulling the cheeks a little wider each time, until finally he could feel the rim of a puckered hole, hot and damp.

‘No way kid,’ the other guy said and tried to grab for Tod’s hand. But Tod was quicker and knew what he was doing. He pulled the guy towards him and caught him off balance. The guy immediately put his hands back on Tod’s head to stop himself from falling forward and bent a little. Just enough to allow the hard jet of water slam against his straight arsehole as Tod pulled his crack wide open for it.

‘Oh fuck, man…’

Tod thought that the meat in his mouth could get no bigger but just then it seemed to double in size and the grip on his head got harder, fingernails dug into his scalp and he heard the guy gasp.

‘Shit, that’s good,’ the guy whispered. ‘Go on then son, take my cock. Show me how you suck a straight man off.’

Tod did. He kept sliding it out, in, out again, tonguing it, licking the full length, tasting the salty juice that started to leak between his lips. He carried on, feeling himself grow hard, as he drew in on the man flesh and gave this straight guy a blow job he’d never forget.

Eventually he let the cock slip from his mouth and went to work on the nuts. He took one of the hairy weights into his mouth where his tongue dealt with it carefully. At the same time his finger started massaging the guy’s hole in small circular movements. The slippery fat cock rubbed up against his cheek, his dark stubble scratching the sensitive end and causing the other guy to jerk in surprise. And then Tod let go of the furry globe and nuzzled himself up under the pair of them. He sucked the guy’s flesh into his mouth as far as it would go, feeling the ball-sack on the bridge of his nose and the cock slipping around on his forehead. The other man parted his legs to give him more room and Tod took his chance.

Before the straight guy could guess what was going on Tod was between his legs and around the back. The shower jet hit him hard on his shoulders as he twisted to face the guy’s hairy arse. He took one cheek in each hand again, pulled them wide and dived in.

He heard the other man swear yet again when his tongue broke through the tightness of his hole and started exploring around inside. Tod drew in the sweet smell of the older guy’s, virgin hole as his hands reached around the front to grab at the solid cock. He started on a rhythm then, pulling the guy back into him as he ate out his arse and stroked on the fat shaft. He slammed the man back, pulling his skin back over the swollen head while pushing his face further into the hairy, dark crack.

‘I want to come,’ the other guy said. ‘Make me come.’

Tod sucked hard at the man’s hole and stabbed it with his tongue. But he let the cock go. This guy wasn’t coming yet. He could hear his panting over the sound of the shower and knew he was close, but he wasn’t getting off that easily. Tod’s cock was almost ready to let go and he knew where he wanted to do that.

‘Come on son,’ the guy said, ‘don’t stop.’

But Tod did stop. Only for a second, just long enough to stand up. As he got to his feet his tool slid up between the guy’s legs until it came level with his arse. Without warning Tod grabbed the straight guy by the hips and slammed into him.

The other guy let out a deep grunt and tried to struggle free, but for all his muscle and build he was not quick enough for Tod. Tod felt his cock slide right into the hot insides until his balls banged up against the man. He held the guy around the waist for support, gave him no time to fight back or recover, he just pulled out and slammed back into him again. And again, and again. Harder each time like he was beating the guy up with his cock.

And the straight guy soon gave up trying to break free. His grunts of surprise turned to ones of mystified pleasure and he pushed back against the younger man behind him.

‘You like taking that?’ Tod spat out as his thighs slapped up against the hairy arse and his grip on the stocky bloke tightened. ‘Eh? Tell me, you like that?’

‘Yes,’ the other guy replied meekly, through his gasps.

‘You ever had another guy’s cock in your arse, eh?’

‘No son.’

‘Feel good does it? Straight guy like’s this queer cock in him does he?’

‘Yes, yes son.’

‘Want to come while I fuck you do you? Want to shoot your load while I slam your arse full with this cock, do you?’

‘Yeah…’

The straight guy was trying to push back harder and pleasure himself by backing into Tod’s rock hard shaft.

‘No you don’t’. Tod was in charge. He pushed down hard on the guy’s back, bending him so that the stocky bloke had no option but to put his hands out on either side, clutching at the tiled walls for support, with his head down.

‘Take it like a real man,’ Tod grunted and raised his right hand. ‘Beg me.’

‘Just fuck me,’ the other guy growled back.

Without warning Tod brought his palm down hard on the guy’s arse. Shards of pain ran up from his hand to his shoulder as his strong hand smacked into the firm flesh of the straight guy bent over before him. The other guy let out a deep, sudden grunt.

‘I said beg me,’ Tod hissed back and slammed his cock in harder than before.

‘Please…’

Another slap, in the same place. Water splashed up and the guy nearly fell. Tod gripped him with his other hand. ‘Can’t hear you.’

‘Please…’

A third slap and the straight guy was whimpering.

‘Please, I’m gunna come…’

Tod was too close to carry on too. He took firm hold of both hips and whacked his cock in and out quickly. He could feel his legs start to tremble, his shaft grew stronger and he felt the guy’s sphincter contract, tightening its grip on him. He pulled his cock out until the tip was just inside the ring, waited for just a moment and then slapped the guy harder than he had before.

The guy’s hole tightened further and Tod shoved hard against its resistance. His cock seemed to slide in forever as his balls erupted. Just as they slapped up against the hairy arse they exploded, spurting a hard jet of cum deep inside the straight guy’s guts. He grabbed for the guy’s stocky cock and squeezed hard, pulling it, thumping it in his palm as he jerked his hips against him. He heard the man yell out a desperate moan and felt his cum pump through the cock. Tod slammed in again, pulled the guy again, heard him moan louder and swear as he spewed his straight guy load out across the floor. Tod’s cock pumped another load into the guy as the bloke shot his second wad. Then a third, then a fourth while all the time Tod banged into his hole and filled up his arse.

Until he felt the hot juice trickle onto his hand and the other guy tried to stop him from pounding at his meat. Tod slowed, held onto the stocky cock, rubbed his fingers around its head, making the man twitch and tighten his hole some more. He left his cock inside him for a while, enjoying the heat from the red welts on the arse he held onto, and then slowly he pulled back. His satisfied shaft slid out, wet and slippery and he rested it in the furry crack as he cupped the other guy’s balls in one hand, playing with them, enjoying their downy feel and their weight.

The straight guy said nothing while he recovered and Tod listened to his breathing return to something like normal. He’d still not seen his face, and he didn’t want to. He’d got what he wanted. He gave the other man a gentle shove on the back. He got the hint and walked meekly out of the cubicle.

Tod turned back to the shower, grinning to himself. His headache had gone completely.

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