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I had been dancing alone when I felt his hand on my shoulder. Turning to look, I saw that it was someone I recognized, a familiar face, but one which I had never met before. He spoke to me anxiously but his words fell completely under the mask of the pounding music. Gesturing with his hand, he motioned for me to follow him out of the dancing crowd, which I did out of curiosity.

Where the music was less forceful, he told me his name was Dylan. He too had recognized my face among the crowd. He said he was not alone, but instead was with a friend. I followed this man, realizing nothing, expecting nothing. Lead into a corner, I at first saw nothing. But there, standing in the dark was his friend, another familiar face, but one that I had met about a year before. At that time a year ago I had thought nothing of him, since he had showed no signs of interest in me. Now here he was, waiting for me in the confines of the darkness.

John was his name. I had not forgotten it since our first encounter a year ago, despite never seeing him since.

They asked if I wanted to leave with them, to go back to the place of a friend who had left them his keys for the week. So I left with them both, feeling free to follow with no expectations. Out on the street, we waited while Dylan signaled a taxi for us. With the cold winter air hovering around my skin, my mind wandered far from thoughts of heat and flesh. Instead, I thought of the winter, the snow, the ice. I was not myself this night, allowing subtle glances and words to go freely without notice.

Our ride was short. A few dark minutes with these two men in the back of a taxi, smiling at nervous jokes, staring at half-lit faces, our legs pressed against one another’s.

Inside their friend’s place, a place I had recently been to before, we sat down to drink. Dylan went to turn on the hot tub while John, excited and hyper, moved from one spot to another, room to room, as he explained his past and his life. He lived in Cambridge with his parents, a Portuguese family. He was a student of the university there.

Not too long ago, he told me, he had spent some time in Europe. The photographs of this trip filled an enormous album which he was quite happy to show me. I moved through each picture slowly, taking in each image. For nearly every monument in Europe, a photo existed where John stood beside it. These pictures went on forever as his face did with them, showing his endless smile as my fingers moved slowly over each page.

This same smile now hung over me at my side. It watched me as it waited patiently. I could feel its intensity now . . . it’s intentions. This was no ordinary smile. It was a smile which did not wish to smile alone, hoping soon that it would be joined by my own, and discovering the sensation of it’s touch. At 18, I was no stranger to the world and its experiences, but he looked at me as if I were some newly ripened and untouched treasure that had just been discovered for the first time.

‘It’s getting late.’ John told me. ‘Do you want to crash out in the guest bedroom?’

It was not even then when I fully realized his desire, but when he told me of his plan to share the bed with me for the night. My reaction was of surprise, of disbelief, and of shock for remaining unaware for so long. But in addition to this was an undoubtable excitement. I looked at John again, finally seeing him.

‘The guest bedroom,’ I replied, ‘. . . sure.’ A calm face hid my arousal.

Hand on my arm, he lead me towards this room. The bed needed to be set up, which we did before turning out the lights. I wanted one light on, enough to illuminate his body because by this point I wanted to see his naked skin, as much as I wanted him to see mine. John wanted all the lights out however, saying he wanted to be in the dark with me. So in the darkness we remained.

Rustling clothes in the dark revealed to my hands his newly exposed skin, which my fingers explored endlessly. We stood naked, discovering each other’s form by touch. Then we sat ourselves down on the bed where I lay on my stomache. Slowly, he came down to me. Our first embrace nearly fused us into one. It was an embrace of longing, of not wanting to release.

The softness of his lips passed over mine. Our tongues met, pulling apart only to taste so many other anxiously awaiting parts of our bodies. His fingers probed between my legs, rubbing all of me. My excitement grew. My hand touched his penis. I caressed it. It sprung up, so hard. He kissed me until I felt a new wave of desire, a desire to respond completely. He asked, ‘Can you stay with me, all night? Will you stay?’ Which of course I did.

Throughout that night our desire never faded. Hours passed. Our bodies grew tired. Yet this unceasing hunger for one another kept us from collapsing in exhaustion.

At last he slept. In his sleep he remained silent, his big body still curved as when he was lying against me, his arm thrown out where my head had been resting. I slipped in at his side and fell half-asleep. I wanted to touch his penis again. I did so, gently, not wanting to wake him. Then I slept at last, only to be awakened by his kisses.

Later I discovered that I was expected to have been an elusive encounter, disappearing as quickly as I had appeared. I stayed however, not being able to remove myself from the presence of this man who had captivated me. I filled each of my days with thoughts of John, yearning thoughts. This longing never eluded me. In my dreams I felt the touch of his roving hand and of his beautiful voice washing over me in its hypnotic sensuality. In my emptiest moments I felt only his absence.

The next time we met, John came to Hamilton to visit me while he also collected some reading material from the university. Near the campus was a small house John once shared with another student. We walked over to this house to see if John’s friend was still there. After knocking repeatedly, nobody answered, but we found the door unlocked. We went in. Some things were as John remembered and he knew his friend was still living there. John wrote a note for his friend while I sat on the edge of the bed inspecting every visible part of him from a short distance.

I wanted so much to lie back, to find myself stretched out on this stranger’s bed with my clothes being peeled off by John’s eager hands. Too nervous to ask for this with words, I tried to ask him through the expressions of my eyes, but it was a message that escaped him. We left the house.

That same night we enjoyed dinner together and all along I kept in my thoughts how I had wanted to be taken by him, a failed fantasy. It wasn’t until he returned to the city for another visit with me that desires like mine became evident in him again. Urgent, he took me to a place off the highway where only a small building shielded us from the view of passing traffic. Here I discovered solid arousal, hindered by nothing, magnified by fear. I looked around anxiously, expecting to be found, arrested for lewdness. Instead, we were alone, my clothes loosened enough to manipulate each part of me that could partake in this heated moment. The whole event became hidden from sight as the steam saturated each of the car’s windows. His one hand touched part of me at times, but for the most part focused on his own body. From my side I watched with a fixation, paralyzed by the sight.

I remember the sexual odour that came from him and that stirred me. With each longing breath I consumed his desire entirely, drowning in it’s overwhelming potency. Hardened by its exhilarating force, my penis fell victim to this sexual narcotic. In the end it was me who was consumed entirely, both by a sexual force that left me drained, and by the realization that some as yet unknown sexual being had finally surfaced from within me. My confusion soon replaced my excitement as this new part of me had been discovered. I seemed to myself to be a stranger, quite suddenly.

John’s visits became further and further apart after this night. The telephone calls disappeared too. He had taken a renewed interest in a former love, and I had reeled back in fear of what he had released in me.

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One night after working a late shift, I got on the London Underground at Green Park station to begin my journey home. It was a warm night, I was tired and I couldn’t wait to get back, have a shower and jump into bed. For once, sex was the last thing on my mind.

I was in no particular hurry, but by force of habit and like most people on the underground, I ran down the steps, swiped my oyster card and ran down the escalators. As I reached the platform, the doors closed and I was too late; the next train wasn’t for four minutes so I sat down on the bench to wait. As I sat there, I watched the people filtering down the platform and a guy in a navy blue suit stopped in front of me. He glanced back towards me and said ‘Do you mind’ gesturing to the small but empty space next to me ‘Cause not, go ahead’ I said shuffling up and getting my first look of this gorgeous specimen. Although I am blonde haired and blue eyed myself, I am really attracted to other blonde guys and this was a mighty fine example. He was tall and slender in his sexy blue suit, with a crisp white shirt and red tie. His muscular, tanned neck stood proudly against the white collar and his strong chiselled jaw was one of a Calvin Klein model. This handsome man had a long, straight nose, bright blue eyes and dimples in his cheeks as he smiled at me; all this was crowned by a neatly cut head of light blonde hair with soft curls throughout. I was stunned by his good looks.

I was sitting there for a while, flicking through my IPod when I felt a tap on my leg. I removed my earphones and turned towards the suited blonde. ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what’s that aftershave you’re wearing?’ he said, stunning me into silence. I had never been asked this by a guy before and what did it mean? Was he flirting or did he just want to know? ‘Umm, it’ it’s Bulgari Pour Homme’ I stammered nervously. ‘I’ll make a note of that’ he said, tapping it into his phone. We both jumped to our feet as the train pulled into the station. Blondie stepped forward next to me and as the doors opened he followed me onto the carriage.

It was a really busy train and as I stood holding onto the bar by the doors I found myself squashed against and standing face to face with that gorgeous stud. He was the same height as me and we were literally eye to eye. I felt a surge of electricity through me as we stared at each other. ‘I’m Simon’ he said smiling seductively, ‘Alan’ I replied, certain I had sounded like a shy, thirteen year old girl, he said nothing and kept looking into my eyes and smiling. As we pulled into the next station, another five or six people crammed into the carriage and we were pushed closer together and were standing chest to chest. I could feel that Simon’s body was toned and firm and the feeling of warmth emanating from his torso was beginning to make me horny. Then something happened that took me pleasantly by surprise, but by surprise none the less. Simon put his hand on my backside and stroked up and down whilst he continued to stare erotically into my eyes. We were surrounded by people who had their backs to us, so we felt somehow alone on a busy underground train. ‘Firm’ he said quietly as he caressed my arse. I looked around nervously, not sure what to do, but his eyes had some kind of power over me and suddenly I didn’t care. ‘I’m firm too’ Simon whispered as he took my hand and placed it on his dick. Simon had a long, thick, concrete boner in his trousers and I wanted to drop to my knees and suck it there and then. As the train pulled into King’s Cross, Simon said ‘My stop, you coming?’ Without hesitation, I followed him off the train and out of the station.

Simon led me to a nearby car park and we jumped into his black Range Rover that had tinted windows and plenty of room for whatever fun he had planned. I quickly forgot about my tiredness and my plans for a shower and an early night. We slammed the doors and before I had the chance to say anything Simon undid his belt and pulled down the trousers of his sexy blue suit; he was sitting there in a pair of tight fitting Calvin Klein briefs that hugged his massive balls and showed every contour of his juicy fat cock. Simon sat there holding my gaze and rubbing his member through his pants. He leaned over and gently pecked me on the lips then slowly glided his tongue into my mouth and made my dick harden instantly with his passionate kiss. The stud then took my hand and placed it inside his pants. The warm, moist feeling of his groin cupped in my hands was enough to make me want to cum. My fingertips were touching his sweaty balls, whilst his clammy, thick meat was pressed against my palm. I began to stroke back and forth as his pubic hair brushed against my wrist; I wanted to rip those pants off and gag on every last millimetre of that swollen rod.

‘Take them off’ I said to Simon who immediately pushed against his feet and whipped off the briefs. As he pulled them past his package, the true extent of his talent sprang upwards towards the sunroof as though it was praying for my mouth to swallow it whole. Like mine, Simon’s cock was about nine inches long, thick, juicy with shaven balls and shaft and a bush of neatly trimmed curly blonde pubes. Between his long and muscular thighs, his huge package looked so tasty and inviting that I nearly shot my load just looking at it.

I leaned forward and licked the slit of his bell end and then slowly sucked his plump tip whilst gently running my tongue around its rim. Simon shuddered with pleasure as I spat on his cock and then lunged forward for a better taste; he pushed my head down as I swallowed his prick till it was wedged balls deep down my throat. The smell of his perspiring groin really turned me on and I forgot about the pain in my jaw from accommodating Simon’s mammoth rod. I slowly moved my head back and forth as I sucked hard on his shaft, drawing sticky, salty precum from the head of his cock. It coated my mouth and Simon’s meat which made it glide in and out of my throat with even more ease as he wriggled, twitched and groaned with delight. As I withdrew from his package, the engine suddenly started and Simon sped out of the car park, trousers round his knees and cock rock hard and pulsating. He was obviously driving somewhere for a proper fuck.

‘Where are we going?’ I said, slightly uneasy but mostly excited about being fucked by this irresistible stud. ‘Just a place I know’ Simon replied ‘get your cock out, I want to see your juicy fat dick’ he demanded, so I obligingly undid my belt and removed my trousers and boxer shorts. My rod was rock hard and poised for what the sexy blonde had in store, my balls were warm, moist with sweat and hanging low, touching the cream leather seats of the Range Rover. My trimmed pubes were also slightly moist and neatly framed my smooth, veiny, thick shaft. Simon glanced down for his first glimpse of my cock and looked up ‘nice’ he said, ‘can’t wait for that fat prick to be shoved inside me’. My cock twitched with excitement. As we drove for what seemed to be ages, Simon had one hand on the wheel, while the other was firmly wrapped around my pulsating meat. He rubbed me vigorously and began to squeeze precum from my bell end which began to run down my shaft; as Simon’s hand got gradually covered, he raised it to his mouth and licked it seductively, swallowing and groaning as he savoured the saltiness.

We eventually arrived at a car park, for what seemed like a park or a common of some kind. Simon turned off his engine and said, ‘take off all of your clothes’ I began to unbutton my shirt and he quickly followed suit. We were soon both sitting in his car butt naked and erect, waiting to fuck each other senseless. Simon leaned over and gently eased his tongue down my throat, we kissed for a short while until he suddenly, with some force, yanked my dick. ‘Follow me’ he said opening the door and walking stark naked into the pitch black park area. His body was like that of an athletic swimmer. His torso was muscley and tanned and as his lower back dipped in, his pert arse rose up like a ripe peach; he really was fit. I quickly got out of the car and followed Simon, who was watching me from under a tree. He pushed me up against the trunk and fell to his knees. As he firmly clutched my arse cheeks, Simon lunged forward and began to lick the underside of my shaft; as he moved downwards, he playfully tongued my balls and bit my scrotum stretching it away from my body. This really got me going and I said ‘just swallow it, Simon’. With that, he spat on my cock and took every last inch into his mouth and down his throat; I ran my hands through his blonde curls as he slowly sucked the life out me.

Simon made the filthiest gagging sound as he opened his mouth wider and swallowed my dick deeper and deeper. When the cock-hungry stallion pulled away from my groin, strings of spit stretched from my meat to his face and I leaned forward to taste myself from Simon’s mouth; I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had dumped a load of precum while he sucked me off and we both stood kissing, savouring the taste. I followed Simon over to a picnic table and he instructed me to lay on my front on the top, he spread my legs and lowered himself to my hole and slipped his tongue inside my ring. He spat on it several times and began to flick his tongue in and out of me, the sensation was immense and I just wanted him to roger me senseless. With that, Simon slid two fingers inside me and began to pound my hole vigorously; my body vibrated and wriggled with the intense pleasure and I began to groan with delight. I completely forgot that I was in a public place, but under Simon’s touch, I really didn’t care who heard or saw us.

Simon stood back and spat several times on his massive prick, he slowly yanked it to fully lubricate the entire shaft and as I lay in anticipation of his swollen rod, I felt his plump helmet being pushed gently against my ring. He glided forward and I felt my arse-hole stretch to accommodate his thick cock, every nerve ending in my rectum exploded with pleasure as he began to glide in and out of me with increasing speed. I loved the feeling of this gorgeous man’s warm groin being pushed against my back side. As Simon pounded me harder and deeper, his balls began to swing and slap against my cock and balls bringing me close to climax. I really had to hold back, this was too good to bring to a premature finish! Within moments, Simon too began to wriggle and groan and I knew he was going to shoot his load, ‘Stop’ I said, ‘We’ll come together’, so he quickly withdrew his cock from inside me and relaxed. Breathing slowly, Simon brought himself back from the brink and the stud now lay on his back on the table, ready to go on. I spread his legs and pushed them backwards, giving me access to his tight ring. Knowing how close Simon had come to climax I guessed that there may be a wad of precum waiting to burst from his cock so a gently jerked his rod and found that I was right. With one stroke, my hand was covered with his sticky lube. I added to it with my spit and rubbed it on his hole and my shaft for maximum lubrication. I was dying to fuck this stud.

I knelt on the picnic table and staring into Simon’s bright blue expectant eyes, I gently penetrated his ring with my throbbing cock. ‘Ahh that’s good’ he moaned as a slowly glided my fat prick in and out of his overstretched arse hole. I could feel his sphincter tighten around my shaft and as Simon moaned and groaned I gathered speed and fucked him hard, fast and deep. My pubes were bumping against his plump balls and his huge cock was bouncing in rhythm with my ferocious thrusts as we both moaned loudly in ecstasy.

Within a few minutes, I was beginning to reach the point of no return and ploughed harder in and out of Simon’s warm, moist arse hole to savour the last moments of my insatiable fuck with the blonde stud. However, I was taken by surprise when with no warning, Simon wailed and the first of many powerful jets of hot, sticky, creamy cum exploded from the tip of his bouncing cock. The first jet shot upwards and hit my face, leaving a trail of his juicy load across my forehead, nose and cheek, whilst the remaining eruptions hit both of us in various parts of our torsos. Seeing Simon’s vulnerability as he shot his massive load and tasting his warm, salty wad which had trickled into my mouth brought me to a sudden climax. I quickly yanked my cock from his now gaping ring and jerked it till my thighs tingled and my body shuddered. An explosion of hot jism fired from my pulsating bell end and landed across Simon’s face and in his hair. Another five eruptions fired my creamy wad across his neck, chest and stomach. My orgasm seemed to last forever and cum dripped slowly from the end of my cock for ages after climax; we were both covered in each other’s jizz and I was not about to let it go to waste.

Simon’s tanned and toned body was glistening in the moonlight with sperm, as he lay panting from the exertion of our ferocious fuck. I began to suck every last drop of cum from his now flagging dick and then moved slowly up his body, gathering our creamy loads in my mouth. Simon watched me as he ran his fingers through my hair. As I got to his face, we stared into each other’s eyes and he knowingly opened his mouth to swallow our juices; I held my mouth above his and slowly dribbled it onto his tongue and watched as it trickled down his throat. ‘Umm, that’s so fucking good’ Simon said before I lunged forward and shoved my tongue down his throat. We lay there kissing for a while with sticky, jizz soaked lips, savouring the taste of our creamy loads. Simon had been one hell of an amazing fuck.

We both walked back to his Range Rover and, needless to say, I never did get home that night. We went back to Simon’s flat, had a shower and something to eat, then we fucked until the sun came up. He has since moved to Germany, but whenever we’re in each other’s neck of the woods, we meet up for a repeat of that amazing, unforgettable night.

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Its just me and my older step-brother, jeremy at home tonight, our parents are gone out on vacation for a few days. I’m just sitting in a chair watching tv while Jeremy is taking a shower, ‘oh how I wish I was in there right now’ I think to myself, ‘seeing the water run off those perfectly shaped muscles all the way down that smooth hairless body that is just so irresistable, down that smooth butt of his that is just to die for’ and then the water shuts off.

I shift my postion to try to hide my stiff cock but it does no good. I hear the bathroom door open and then the bedroom door open, Jeremy then comes walking into the living room with nothing on but his boxer breifs and my boner grows even more seeing him with nothing on but that little peice of cloth, it is the only thing that stands between me and that piece of meat that I have fantasized about so many times before. He sits down on the couch and puts his hand down his pants and starts to watch the tv. He glances over at me and see’s my growing hard-on, at that moment I see the one thing I never thought would happen. His dick gives a little lurch in his briefs. Suddenely my heart begins to race and I almost start hyperventilating right there, I give myself a few seconds to calm down and get my courage up.

I get up out of the chair and go over to where my brother is, I sit on his lap and kiss him so passionatly it feels like I am on cloud nine. As our tounges explore eachothers mouths I feel his cock harden in his briefs under my butt, we break apart and he says ‘Wow!’ you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that’ I said, he gives me another passionate kiss and gets up and carries me to the bedroom. Once in the bedrom he lays me on my back and, him still in between my legs stars to make out with me. After a while I give him a little shove and he stands up, then I take his briefs and pull the down, his 8 inch dick falls out, my mouth falls open aAnd he gives a little chuckle.

Then I start to feel all over his smooth hairless body I start to kiss the area where his pubic hair should be and begin to move down around his dick and down the his balls, I suck in one at a time and leave them there for a while ‘ mmmmmhmm’ he moans ‘ that’s so good.’ then I look up at his dick, now dripping pre-cum, and start to lick it up, he let’s out another moan and I know he likes it. I then take his big hard dick into mouth, I get all I can in there and then try to relax my throat muscles to get more in, finally I get almost all of it in and then I start to hum making my throat muscles vibrate, he let’s out a loud moan and I feel his balls start to draw up and then hot thick cum shoots down my throat and I swallow it all. ‘That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had’ he grins at me, ‘ now it’s turn’ I say as I lean back on the bed , taking off my shirt.

Then he starts to unbutton my jeans and slide them off along with my underwear, by this time I am ready to cum, ‘I’m not gonna be able to take very much’ I tell him, ‘ that’s alright we have as long as we need’ he replies with a develish grin, and then I feel his hot wet mouth on my dick, it doesn’t take long for me shoot my load, he keeps it in his mouth and comes up to kiss me and we swap my cum while we make out. ‘As we break apart I tell him ‘I want you to make love to me’ ‘with pleasure’ he replies. Then he moves down to my ass and begines to eat it out, sticking his tongue deep in, I moan out in exctasy, then he comes up and kisses me and I feel his cock slide into me, my back arches up in pleasure, ‘ Youve got it all’ he tells me and starts to slowly pump his 8 inch cock in and out of asshole in a tantric rythmn, about 45 minutes later I feel his thick ropes of cum inside me, I cum at the same time and he licks it off my stomach and chest and we kiss passionatley and he collapses behind me and we cuddle until we fall asleep.

Apart from a swimming I used to be a runner too and there was this one really cute kid that ran with us. Whenever we would go to a meet he would sit by me and we would annoy the hell out of each other. I had to quit running, but still talked with the kid. By the time he got to high school I was a senior and he had done nothing but get hotter. He had long black hair, which was attractive, and was very fit. I had to take pictures for the school and I went to one of his practices. He was outside on the track and had taken his shirt off as I came out of the school. He had a nice six pack going and as he started to run you could see his cock swaying in his baggy running shorts. I snapped some nice pictures and then he was done. I was getting ready to leave when he came up to me and asked if he could get a ride home.

He jumped in my car and I took off. We started talking and before I knew it we were there. He invited me up to his room and we started talking. To milk it a little I told him that I needed to interview him for the yearbook and take a few more pictures. He agreed and I started. He still had his shirt off and I began to shoot. I took a few and then he told me to stop so he could change. I sat on his bed and he took off his shorts and then turned around and asked me if I got some nice pictures of him running. As I looked up to answer him I saw his cock in his boxers and damn was the kid hung. He was 18 but still had a nice package, and it was soft, but still making a slight tent. I told him I got some nice pictures and showed him. He pointed to one and asked if my camera was freaking out because he saw something on his shorts. I zoomed in and I said no man, that is your cock swaying in there.

Man you must have a nice cock to get that big of a bulge when you are soft.

He then looked down at his boxers and said, well, I guess I do have a nice sized cock.

He turned to me and said, unless you want to get blinded, I would turn around, and he took off his boxers. What popped out was amazing. He had a nice five inch soft cut cock with a nicely taken care of black bush above his cock, complimented with a nice set of low hanging balls, which were cleanly shaved. He saw me look and asked if I liked what I saw. I couldn’t lie and told him that for a 18 year old that’s huge when he got hard it got bigger. To my surprise he reached down and began to stroke it, making it grow at an alarming rate. By the time he was done, about a minute, he had a nice nine inch cock in his hands. I just stared in awe at his giant cock. He caught my eye and then he looks at me and asked me what I had hidden in my pants. I looked at him and said not nearly as much as you do. He walked toward me and told me to take it out. I slowly reached down and undid my belt and button and slip my zipper down. I pushed my pants off and then took off my shirt, followed by my boxers, revealing my nice seven inch cock. He looked and said, well it ain’t bad, but I beat you. I looked at his and said well no shit. He then sat down next to me on the bed and lay down.

I layed down next to him and asked him what he was thinking about. He told me that he normally beat off when he got home and he needed to bust a nut bad. I looked at him and told him to go for it and he reached down and began to stroke his monster. He looked at me and asked if he could take care of mine as well. I looked at him and I felt a had grip my cock, sending chills through me. I reached over to him and gripped his nice cock and began to stroke him off as well. He looked at me and asked me if I would do him a huge favor and suck him off. I told him if I did it to him he would have to return the favor. He thought about it and agreed, so I moved down and took about half of his cock into my mouth and began to massage his nuts at the same time. He let out a nice moan and shut his eyes. I could feel his nuts pulling up ever so slightly and could tell is breathing was increasing. I knew it must have been a while since he had gotten something from someone else because he lasted about five minutes before I heard…..Oh shit, I am going to fucking cum!!!! I took his cock deeper in my mouth and finished him off. He shot three hot loads of cum right down my throat and I let his dick slid away till I reach the head of his dick and started to suck it while he shoot more loads my other hand was stroking the rest of his dick.He looked down and let out a huge sigh and his cock slowly began to shrink back to a short, well at least for him, 4 inches.

He quickly recovered and got on top of me and went down to my rock hard seven incher and almost swallowed it whole. He also went down and began to massage my nuts like I did for him. I just shut my eyes and relaxed and he began to bob up and down on my cock. He began to pick up speed and massaged my nuts a little more and I could feel my nuts beginning to boil.

He took my cock all the way in one more time and gave my nuts a tug and I felt that familiar feeling. I yelled…Oh fuck dude, I am going to cum! And he sucked my dick all the way in just like I did oh that feeling made me go over the edge and I started shooting cum.

I let out a huge sigh and my cock began to soften. I closed my eyes for a minute to see my friend lying next to me about to sleep.

We heard his dad’s truck pulling in and we both got up and got dressed. We went downstairs as his dad walked in. He said hi and asked if I was staying for dinner. I told him I had to leave and my friend and I walked out the door. I got to my car and he looked at me and said…..You should come back over tomorrow; we could have a little more fun. I looked at him and shook my head yes. He walked toward me and grabbed my crotch, making me instantly hard. I reached out before he turned and grabbed him, and I saw his nine inches tenting. I took it out, gave it a quick stroke and put it away in. I swear I couldn’t let it go I wanted to feel it forever I knew he felt the same our mouths met and fought for love.

I got in my car and went home, with a still hard cock and had to jack off to get it to go down, having yet another amazing orgasm.

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Muscle worship

It was Saturday morning. That means back day for me. 8am finds me already up and halfway through my routine.

I was 3 weeks out from a local bodybuilding competition, and I think for a 19 year old in the junior category, I got it nailed! All my muscles were peaking just as they should.

I was doing my final set of dips when someone occupies the leg raise machine beside me. He didn’t really catch my attention yet, but another regular called out, ‘Hey Ben, you alone today?’

‘Nope, my bro is behind.’

My ears perked up. I glanced sideways and saw this hunk of a guy. He was wearing a sweater, covering most of his body as it was his leg day.

However, he wore shorts which showed off some nice muscle development.

Just when I finish my last reps, a splitting image of the hunk walks up and my pants immediately twitched! My gosh! Twin hunks! Both in identical attire, sweaters with some varsity name embroided on their shorts.

I headed over to the free weights and started to do some kickbacks when I noticed one of the twins, Ben, was checking me out! He was the slightly beefier of the pair, but still did not come close to me; they were on the leaner side.

At first, I thought maybe it’s one of those envious stares that I get from straight men when they see my triceps definition. But even after some time, he was still looking at me from the corner of his eye while spotting for his brother. To test the waters of the situation, I looked directly at him and smiled. He immediately blushed and looked away. Boy, things are heating up in the gym!

While I was on my way to the showers after my routine, I saw Ben looking in my direction again and whispering to his brother, who then looked in my direction. I nodded politely towards them and continued walking, not bothering to see what developed since I was already freaking burnt from my workout.

I took off my tank once I was in the locker area, and started to pose in front of the mirror. Dang, I looked mightily fine! The striations are finally showing and I looked all set for the competition. As I took off my shorts and underwear, in strolls in the twins. I didn’t know what they were up to, so I just went about with my business. I wasn’t out to anyone so I didn’t want to be caught cruising my local gym.

The warm water hit my ripped body with such relief. I sighed and went about washing when I noticed that my shadows were still there! They were peeking at me! Frankly, if my stalkers were any less cute, I would have called security.

Instead, I turned around, in my birthday suit, and said, ‘Yes, how may I help you?’

They blushed. Together.

‘Hey, I’m Ben and this is my brother Joe. We were just wondering if you could give us a couple of pointers to get us to your shape.’

I was speechless. Here I was in the nude, taking a shower, and this question was posed to me!

‘Well, how about you let me finish up with my bath, then we’ll talk over my protein shake ya?’

They nodded and left me in peace. Strange. It was not everyday that this situation presented itself, though I was far from naive. I think I know what they want.

Having changed and all, I walked towards the twins, who were sitting at the bench by the entrance.

‘All done with your routine?’ I asked.

‘Yup, just waiting for you.’ Ben replied.

‘Ok, why don’t you guys come up to my place just down the street. There

Isn’t really anyone else to chat nearby.’

‘Sure,’ said Ben, apparently he was the mouth piece for this pair.

Once in my apartment, I dump my stuff down and got 3 packets of protein shake out of the fridge.

‘So what do you guys want to ask me about? Is your brother mute or something?’

‘No no, he is just very shy. We wanted some tips on how to gain mass.

Both of us are in the track team in school but we just felt like getting bigger, and we noticed you.’ Ben said.

So we shared a couple of pointers and about ten minutes in, Joe opened his mouth!

‘Actually, we…we’re.. Into muscle worshipping…’

Whoa. My dick responded for me by twitching alive!

‘Really? Have you guys done stuff like this before?’

‘Nope, but when we saw you, we just wanted to feel those muscles!’ Ben

took over again.

‘Hm… So what are you guys waiting for? Let’s get to my pad.’

One of my fantasies just came true! Being serviced by twins! I took off

my shirt and looked at them. Ben came over and cupped my left pec, which i

then flexed for him. He immediately moaned. I also noticed that his cock

was already rock hard in his shorts and it had to be of significant length

as i could see a nice bugle!

Joe came over. He was the shy one, but I became proactive and took his

hand and placed it on my other pec. From then on, both of them moved in

Unison.

I got comfortable on the bed and they started feeling me all over. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Next thing you know, I felt a mouth nibbling through my shorts at my hard on! I reached down and caressed that head, not bothering to open my eyes.

I felt a tug, and helped them lift my hip off so that they could take off

My shorts. Soon, their tongue was freely exploring every muscle of my

body. All of us were moaning.

I opened my eyes and found Joe licking my 8′ pole. He looked like he was in heaven! His other hand was pinching his nipple while Ben was fingering his ass! What a hot sight!

Ben started rimming Joe. It was a scene I wouldn’t miss for the world! To see twin hunks, lean and tanned, going at each other.

Then I found out why Ben was loosening Joe up for. Joe climbed on top of me and slid down my pole! I was caught off guard and cried out in pure ecstasy! I was tired when I got home, and now, I was horny!

I grabbed Ben’s ass and started chewing it. He moaned and pushed his ass

further into my face. He reached forward to kiss his brother and we formed

a sex triangle.

Soon, I asked them to get off me as I wanted to try something else. I

pushed Joe onto the bed and made Ben fuck him. Then I got behind Ben and

pushed my dickhead all the way into his boy pussy. He screamed in pain and

arched his back, but he couldn’t get away as he just went deeper into his

brother!

I stayed in that position for a while, letting Ben get used to my massive

cock. And when i felt a backward pressure from Ben, I knew it was time for some hard action! I drew my dick almost all the way out before plunging all the way back in. Both Ben and Joe felt the motion and moaned in unison! I soon got into rhythm and in a way, i was fucking both of them at the same time!

Just then, I felt Ben’s hole tightening up, squeezing my cock. He arch his back as he shot into his brother. From the sounds that were coming from Joe, I could tell that he was cumming too. So I quicken my pace and pound

Ben’s ass furiously. The scene before me was so hot, the sounds of twins

moaning and my hip slapping against ass cheeks was more then enough to send me into Orgasm land! With one last deep trust, I blasted into Ben. Then we collapsed into a heap of sweating, heaving muscle and cum.

Joe and Ben got off me and started to lick the sweat off my body,

Continue to worship all my muscles, even my pits.

‘Let’s shower together.’ I suggested, grabbing them into the bathroom.

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‘Pop.’ ‘Snap.’ Those are not the sounds that I expected to hear coming from my knee while playing football.

I was playing on the defensive line. The ball was hiked, and I jumped off the line. I started to rush for the quarterback. I was able to evade one of the guys on the offensive line, and ‘sack’ the quarterback for a pretty good loss. However, along the way, I heard a ‘snap’ come from my knee.

After sitting out for a while, I went back in. This time it was a ‘pop’.

After a number of doctor appointments, X-rays, and MRI’s, it was determined that I tore my ACL in my left knee. Surgery soon came, but it was the physical therapy that was the exciting part.

My boss at work allowed for quite a bit of flexibility for my physical therapy appointments, and I was fortunate that someone at work suggested this one particular physical therapy center. When I walked in, all I saw were women. The receptionist was a woman, the therapists that I saw were women, and the patients were women. I filled out the paperwork was told to go to one of the rooms.

After waiting for about five minutes, someone walked in. He was about 6’2′, short buzzed light brown hair, goatee, athletic frame, and very hot.

Fuck, I was starting to get hard just looking at him! I shifted slightly to try to hide the growing mound in my jeans.

‘Hi. My name is Russell. I will be your physical therapist.’

I must say that I was pretty pleased. I was pretty happy to get this guy.

We started with three sessions a week. Typically, I would be his last patient of the day, which turned out to be quite beneficial. The treatments would consist of various exercises to get the muscles out of atrophy and for my knee to accept the new ligament. From time to time, I would get leg massages from Russell. He would always perform them in a private treatment room with the door closed. I would often get a hard-on from these massages. They felt pretty damn good! As I was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt while lying back on the treatment table. He never mentioned it although it could not be hid. We would bullshit about general shit and about football as we were both pretty serious New England Patriots fans. I also found out he was married with no kids and just a few years older than me. After a few sessions, I noticed that there was a sizeable growth in his pants too.

After about two weeks, things got a bit interesting. His hands worked their way up my muscular thigh higher than before. As I tend to hang to the left, my cock typically snakes its way down my left thigh too.

Eventually, his hands got so high (and my cock so hard) that his hands brushed my cock. My cock jumped, and I inhaled sharply. My eyes rolled back. The conversation quickly ceased. I think he was trying to see how I reacted. My mouth slowly turned into a smile, and our conversation started back up again. I made eye contact with him and saw that he was also smiling. I could tell that he could notice the wet spot forming on my shorts.

During the next session, it happened again. But I did not let the recognition of his groping be just visual. And I had a plan. I knew that he would go for my cock again. Just as he did, I shifted on the table. Now his hand was fully on my hard cock. Now it was his turn to not say anything.

‘How about continuing with the massage?’ I said.

A smile spread across his face. He started to rub his right hand down the length of my cock through my shorts. Holy shit that felt good! Although he was supposedly straight, he sure knew how to work a cock. Although I would find out later that this was the first cock besides his own that he ever touched. He was slowly sliding his hand down the length and back up the silky gym shorts. As he reached the head, he would grasp a bit tighter just to stimulate my sensitive cock head. I was trying to keep my moans to a minimum as there were people right outside the treatment room.

While he was working his magic, I worked my left hand down off the table to his right thigh as he was seated on his stool. I slid my hand up his thigh to his hard cock. It was his turn to sigh. His cock jumped when my hand made contact. I could feel the large ridge of his cock head at the end of his shaft. The hardness was certainly something to be admired. I don’t think that I have ever felt a harder cock than this one. As my hand ran the length of his shaft from end to end, I could feel it throb.

After only about 30 seconds of this, it was him that started to moan. I needed to find a way to keep him quiet, so I sat up and swung my legs off the end of the table. He immediately pulled his hand back and had a look of fear over his face. My smile made him relax.

‘Don’t worry. We aren’t going to stop. You just need to stop the moaning.’

With that, I pulled his hand back onto my cock and pressed my lips up Against his. My attempt at giving his mouth something to do to quiet him down somewhat backfired. He moaned a little louder when my tongue found its way in his mouth.

I pulled back again and gave him a warning yet teasing look. I whispered,’We need to keep quiet if we don’t want to get caught’.

‘I know, but it feels too damn good! I’ve wanted to do this since our first session. I didn’t think that you liked playing with dick too.’

‘Hell, yeah! There is nothing better! Just check out what I can do, but just make sure you stay quiet!’

With that, I kissed him again and stood up while pulling him up too. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hand come off his jeans-encased cock. He proceeded to do the same. Man, did it feel good to me surrounded by his strong arms. I could feel our cocks pressed up against one another too. He started to grind his cock up against mine. To his credit, he was keeping his moans pretty quiet. They became more sighs.

I then turned us around so that he was closest to the exam table, and I proceeded to sit him down. He looked up at me with some disappointing eyes. I couldn’t let him stay like that for long, so I kneeled down on the floor, although I could only go down on one knee due to my injury. I proceeded to reach for his belt, and he got a huge smile across his face.

I undid his belt and worked his button and zipper down. I could feel the heat coming off his groin with my hands. It was pulling me in. I reached for the waistband of his jeans and he quickly raised his ass off the table. With that, I slid them down to his ankles.

He was wearing the sexiest pair of underwear — white boxer briefs that were a bit tight on him, but showed everything off perfectly. I could even see the ridge of his cock head. And there was a pretty big wet spot by his piss slit. It looked so tasty. I just looked up at him, then back at his cock. I slowly moved my mouth down to his underwear covered cock. I licked at his underwear, even getting a taste of his precum.

I could tell that he was not going to last long as his ball sac was getting tighter and tighter. I pulled down his underwear, and his 8′ cock jumped out at me. A small splash of precum even hit my face. Russell saw this and smiled; so did I. I wiped it off with a finger and fed it to him.

Russell sucked it off my finger quite greedily. My finger nearly went down his throat he sucked so hard. That is one mouth I couldn’t wait to get my

cock into, but I had to attend to something myself first.

Russell’s cock was drooling some more precum, which I had to quickly catch with my tongue. I caught it all up back to his cock head, and I swirled my tongue around his head. I then trailed my tongue down the length of his shaft, getting it all wet for its eventual plunge into my throat. While doing this, I was massaging his tight ball sac that was surprisingly still hefty. Although Russell had pretty hairy thighs (just the way I like my men), the hair did not make its way up to his sac or ass crack. I hate getting hair in my mouth while giving a blow job. And his pubic hair was neatly trimmed, but lead in a trail up to his belly button.

With Russell’s cock sufficiently wet, I hold it in my right hand and have

it make its way into my mouth. After just a few minutes, I could feel his

balls get even tighter. I knew it was time for him, and me, to give his

cock a break, because if I didn’t I was sure to blow a load in my shorts

and it would be very difficult to clean up such a huge mess. I wanted my load to be swallowed by Russell.

I stood up and saw Russell panting and all sweaty, but with a huge smile on

his face. I went up and gave him a kiss so he could taste his own cock in

my mouth. He pulled me down on the table and we were pulling the remaining clothes off each other.

When our clothed cocks were rubbing against each other that was one thing.

Now that there was nothing between them, not even a thin layer of air, it was incredible. Our precum was making a mess out of our crotches, but we didn’t give a fuck. It felt too fucking good.

I know that my cock needed a warm place to go and that Russell wanted his first taste of cock, so we rolled over so that I was lying down on the table. He kissed his way down my body, spending some time on my tight pecs and nipples, and following my treasure trail down to my cock. He held my cock in his hand, just looking at it for a while, examining his first hard cock up close and personal.

A steady stream of precum was flowing out of my cock, which tends to happen

when I am incredibly horny. This episode was a new record for me by far.

He then wiped some up with a finger, tasted it, and then got some more for

me. I must admit that I do taste pretty good…

Russell apparently had enough of a taste-test to determine that he wanted more. He then licked at my cock head to get some more. I knew that

playing with this married, supposedly-straight man was not going to make me

last.

‘Come on. Take me in your mouth. I need it,’ I whispered.

Russell did as he was asked. He took my 7 inches into his mouth. This was

one mouth that was made for cock sucking. He knew exactly what to do. A few some cock virgins that sucked my cock needed to be told not to use their teeth, etc. Not Russell. He knew exactly what to do. After only a few minutes, I was ready to go. I warned him, and he pulled my cock out of his mouth. He stroked it furiously wanting to see me cum. The first shot hit my forehead with a huge splat. The second hit my chest, but Russell did not let any more get wasted. He pulled my cock back into his mouth and took the remaining 6 shots.

I knew that he desperately needed to get off, so I motioned for him to

straddle my face and feed me his cock. After only two strokes of my mouth,

he let loose. And fuck, did he! His balls were nearly non-existent as

they were so far up into his body. Russell’s cum tasted so sweet and rich.

I know that I needed to get more of this again.

I sucked on his cock until he got his breath back and until it went soft.

Even soft, it was pretty sizeable, about 6 inches.

He eased back down and we kissed. He then remembered me shooting my first

two shots of cum, and licked them up. But he wasn’t selfish. We shared

them off his tongue as he kissed me after licking them all up.After a few minutes of making out and catching our breaths, we got up and

got dressed. I was disappointed to see Russell’s cock disappear back into

his pants, but I knew that I would see it again at my next physical therapy

session.

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So, a little background first. My name’s Doug. I had to get a job as a security guard, you have to do what you can do, I suppose. The money’s shit and the hours are long. Plus the fact I was working at Meadow Place. Have you not heard of it? Well, let me describe it to you. It was a huge quarry once, but then in the 90’s when everyone was going crazy with money, some developers bought it and decided what we really need in this town is yet another huge out of town shopping centre. The plans were great, a big eight storey tall central mall, with 100 shops, a gymnasium, cinema, loads of parking etc. The only minor problem was, there wasn’t enough money to finish it all. Someone ran off with some of the money, or someone cooked the books, anyway, the whole thing ground to a halt.

It’s one of those places you see in the newspaper, almost finished but never opened, with work tools and cranes and diggers and everything just sitting around, waiting for the work to restart, and it’s been like that for nearly a year. Anyway, there’s some sort of legal thing going on about it all, in the mean time the whole 200 acre site is closed off, boarded up, because it’s in a quarry you can’t even see it from the surrounding land, it’s as if it never existed. However the administrators pay the smallest amount they can to keep a few security guards on site, patrolling, to make sure no-one breaks in and steals all the building materials.

Anyway, there a team of four of us on this shift, working 6 days on, 12 hours a day. Occasionally they ask us to do a double, which means when its midweek it can run right round to the next shift so you can be on site for 36 hours straight. Well, I need the money. For the first three months there was rarely any trouble, in fact it was almost fun at times, the place is a bit of a maze, and you have to patrol it, going to certain points and touching these tabs on the wall which electronically show you’ve actually done the patrol.

Between the four of us, that’s me, Angus, Mack and Peter, we create games to make the day go smoother. We have this pick-up truck and we’ve turned a bit of the patrolling into a sort of rally-cross route, racing round the site in the pick-up, through the muddy part of the quarry that hasn’t been developed yet, up and down the three multi storey car parks, along the main mall (The sliding entrance doors have been left on so you can drive right up to them, they open, and you can drive along inside, and then out the other end of the building, via one of the bigger stores) and then loop back to the site hut, stopping all the time to touch the patrol points as we go, see who can do it fastest.

Anyhow, as I say, no real trouble for three months. And then, one day, I’m doing the rounds, doing quite a good time in the truck, and I come breaking to a halt at the main doors, because, painted in yellow letters six foot high across the glass is one word: Tamp

I get out to have a look, and realise its painted on the inside, someone has actually painted it backwards on the inside of the window so you can see it the correct way round from outside.

And that was just the beginning. The yellow tags started popping up everywhere. Whenever you turned your back, the word ‘Tamp’ seemed to pop up on a wall or a fence. We used to get glimpses of ‘the tamperer’ as we called him, on the CCTV, but at first we never saw him in the flesh. And then, one day when I’m up on the roof of car park one, the two-way radio goes.

‘Tamperer spotted in car park two!’

I run down the steps to ground level, across the road and into car park two. I’m not that fit and the exercise wears me out.

‘Top level! Top level!’

I can’t make out whose voice that is, but I see Angus running up the exit ramp and I follow him. There’s eight levels of parking, and when I get to the top, the other three are already there, looking about

‘Where is he?’

‘I thought you were on him…’

We all look at each other. Who made the call?

The radio crackles. ‘Over here!!!’

We look around, and there, on the roof of car park one, is the tamperer. He’s a young sexy looking guy, about 19, shaved head, wearing all the usual hooded top and baggy pants, and he’s got one of our radios. The tops of the two car parks are only about twenty feet apart, but there’s no link between them except by going back to ground level. And he’s smiling, a really cute smile.

‘Come on boys, he says, you’re gonna have to try harder’

Much as I hate the little petty vandals and thugs who hang around this town, I couldn’t help but smile. There didn’t seem to be any malice in his voice, it seemed like he was playing with us. The four of us were all too unfit to run back down all those ramps and get after him, so we all just stood there, panting.

Then, for some reason best known to him, he lifted up his sweatshirt, and flashed his stomach and chest at us. He had an impressive physique, wiry and strong, and he wanted us to know it. We wanted to shout, to tell him this was private property etc, but instead we glanced at each other, and responded to him in kind. We all raised up our shirts, and flashed our beer bellies at him.

He laughed, but not in a mean way, almost as if we were old friends having a bit of a joke, and then he did an incredible thing – he jumped from the roof onto a lighting pole, and slid to the ground, and he was away, bouncing like a spring. I’ve seen those free-runner or parkour people on the TV, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, well, this was what this crazy boy did, jumping over fences and skips as he disappeared across the car park.

From then on, it became a cat and mouse game, with one super fit and agile mouse pursued by four slower, out of shape cats. He would be all over the place, one minute on the roof, another in the mall, always moving, fast, and agile. We would sometimes almost get him, but he would always get away. He would toy with us, once he sprayed his tag on the outside of the portaloo while I was inside.

Interestingly, he never was on site when the other shift was on, only us. He had taken a liking to us. And, to be honest, despite our threats and taunts, we all liked him too – he was a dash of colour in our dull lives.

Then, he stepped his game up. I was outside the hut one day, taking a cigarette break, when I heard a noise round by the car park. I walked round, curious, to where I could see the pickup truck, parked on the other side of a chain link fence.

And there was the tamperer, standing in front of the van. I couldn’t at first work out what he was doing. But then I moved a bit to the left, and realised he was jerking himself off! He had his baggy pants around his knees and was rubbing his cock violently towards the bonnet of the pickup From where I was standing, I couldn’t go directly to him, because of the fence, so I just yelled ‘Hey!’

He turned to look at me, but he didn’t stop jerking. ‘Hey Felix!’ he called (He had named me Felix, all of us had been given cat names by him)

‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘Giving you.. UHH… a present!’ he yelled, between panting breaths

And with that, he came across the bonnet of the pick-up, two or three good gushes across the paintwork. I heard Peter yelling from the other side of the car park. The boy hitched up his pants, smiled that cute smile, and yelled ‘Merry Christmas’ (it was the middle of March at the time) before he was off and running.

We tried to catch him in some sort of pincer movement but he easily outmanoeuvred us and was away. All four of us gathered at the Pick-up to look at what he had done. There was several streaks of pearly white fluid across the green paintwork. Some had even got as far as the windscreen.

We shook our heads in amazement. I should point out at this point that we were all straight guys, as far as I knew. We didn’t socialise together outside work, this was our little world, and the tamperer was playing with us. We knew things had gone to a different level now.

Back in the hut we discussed what we would do if we ever caught him. Up until that day it would have been a case of calling the cops and letting them take him away. But what harm had he really done? He had painted on the wall of a building no-one really wanted in the first place. He had brightened our lives up a bit. Giving him some sort of criminal record and locking him away hardly seemed fair. I don’t know who suggested it, and I don’t want to remember, all I can say is that, between the four of us, we came up with another way to teach the boy a lesson if we ever got our hands on him, Cats play with their prey when they catch it, so that’s what we would do.

But he still had a few surprises in line for us. Once, for example, we had pursued him round the outside of the main mall, and then lost him. We were all standing around, panting as usual, and we decided to light up. And that’s when it started raining. Only, it wasn’t rain. What the hell was it? We looked up and there he was, our nimble foe, and he was pissing on us from the roof! We all cursed and dashed in different directions, but he managed to get us all with a good spray before we could get clear. He laughed again, and was off.

We all stood there, looking at each other, soaked in the teenager’s piss. Angus had half a damp cigarette hanging from his mouth. It was outrageous, except, well, we all began to laugh. I know what you’re thinking, some guy pisses on you, you should be furious, right, and I suppose we were, but the whole thing was just so ridiculous, the four of us there, dressed in damp security uniforms, pursuing someone twice as young and twice as fast.

He pulled his cum trick again too, several times. Once I went to my car in the car park, reached to open the door, and found my fingers smeared with the freshly sprayed boy juice which had been left on my door handle for me. All the others had the same experience, whether it was on tools, or door handles, or anywhere he could get to. Once we saw him dash out of our lunchroom, and we went into discover our lunches had been – interfered with. If we hadn’t seen him leaving, we may have never known that out sandwiches had an extra topping that day. For some reason, I was sorely tempted to eat that sandwich, I know it’s disgusting but the Tamperer had wanted us to eat some of his cum, and I bizarrely wanted to find out why…

Another time he appeared on our CCTV monitor, waving to the camera, and we all ran out onto the site, to the location of that camera, of course nothing to be seen, but when we got back to the hut, we immediately knew he had been there. On the TV screen, a distinctive smear of fluid across the glass, and a postage note, saying ‘Tamp’. It occurred to me that because we had gone to where he had been standing, we would have been standing there, on camera, while he wanked over the screen. In fact, he would have been wanking over our images.

Anyway, one day we were pulling down a double shift plus one, so 36 hours on site for all of us. One hour in and we were all settling in for the long haul, when we heard someone yell, and a crash noise. We all dashed outside, and looked up, and there he was, our mouse, hanging by his trouser leg from the hut roof.

He was obviously up to one of his little games, because his fly was undone and his cock was out, but he had slipped, and the baggy trouser leg had caught on the guttering, leaving him hanging upside down from the roof in a most undignified fashion. The hut is only one story tall so he could practically reach the ground from where he was hanging. We stood there and laughed.

He looked surprisingly cool for someone who has just got himself caught. He grinned.

‘Hey boys. How about you get me down and we’ll forget all about this?

‘What were you doing up there?’ I asked

‘I was just going to give you a little present through the skylight’ he said ‘I don’t mean any harm. I like to play with you guys. Are you gonna call the police on me, Felix?’

I looked at the other three. We all grinned. ‘I don’t think that will be necessary, Tamperer. We’ve got something else in mind. We know you’re a speed freak, so thought we’d take you for a drive round the site’

We reached up, and dislodged him from the drainpipe.

Ten minutes later, he was ready. We had stripped all his clothes except for his boxer shorts, and then we had tied him up. We tied his ankles together, and his wrists together behind his back, and then tied his ankles to his wrists, so he couldn’t move. All the time we were doing this, he never uttered a word of complaint. And then, we tied him to the bull-bars on the front of the pickup truck, facing forward. It was quite a cold day and he shivered a bit, but his voice sounded clear and unafraid.

‘Where are we going?’

‘Well, I know you like this truck, because we had to clean your spunk off the bonnet. So, we’re going to show you what we can do with this truck. We’re going to take you on our rally route round the site…

And we did. I went first round the site, first cautiously, then at speed, with the 19 year old wiry and muscular boy strapped to the front of the pick-up, his kegs and hands tied firmly behind him. I could see his head and naked shoulders twisting and turning into the curves, and could hear him yell out in surprise from time to time. We followed the familiar route, splashing through the clay coloured water on the undeveloped but of the quarry (which created a wave that doused the boy from head to toe), before skidded up and down the car park ramps, getting up to 70 or 80 on some of the straight bits, and then entering the centre, whizzing up and down the aisles, in and out of the supermarket, doing handbrake turns in the middle of the foyer, looping round and back to the security hut.

I got out and checked on the boy, He was soaked and filthy, but he seemed ok. As if to prove it, he looked up at me, and he smiled his pretty smile. ‘More’ he said.

Everyone else then took a go. We added extra obstacles, on one occasion me and the other two waited by the roadside as Angus came past at fifty, and we each threw a bucket of ice cold water at the passing truck. I’m pretty sure I got the boy head on. At some point in these trips, the boy lost his pants too, I think one of the others ripped them off him, meaning he did a couple of laps completely naked. As he went past one time I could see a rock hard erection on the boy…

We decided to stop soon after, for safety reasons, as everything was getting a bit crazy. We were playing with him but we didn’t want to hurt him. When we untied him we noticed he didn’t complain, he seemed like he was buzzing with adrenaline. As far as I was concerned we had completed our punishment, now we should let him go. But we hadn’t finished with the boy, yet. There was plenty of other equipment for him to play with. We asked him if he wanted to try something else and he breathlessly said yes.

The site had a fully functioning automatic car wash, so we strapped him to the roof of my Volvo, face down, and we took him through. I had said to him before hand to let us know if it was too much, and I could see his head through the sunroof in case he wanted us to stop, but as the spinning brushes first waxed and then scrubbed him clean, he seemed to be enjoying it. One of the others kept by the safety cut-off just in case, but we didn’t need it. It was a sight to see, him getting soaked in foamy water, and then those hard, spinning bristles running over and over his skin. By the time he came out his skin was red raw all over.

‘More’ he said.

We did many fun things with that boy. In the centre of the foyer of the part built building was a fancy glass elevator, which rose through an atrium the full eight stories of the building. We tied him under that, hanging by ropes under his arms, with his limbs still bound from before, and took him up and down the shaft twenty or thirty times, still stark naked. We threw things at him as he hung there – eggs, paint, water, anything we could find. The lift shaft looked like a bomb had hit it by the time we finished, but we were having too much fun to care. He enjoyed that so much that we strapped him to one of the cranes that were littering the site, and lifted him up into the air, taking him on a panoramic tour of the site, butt naked and tied up with rope.

We tied him to a doorframe, and someone tipped a can of paint over his head. We smeared him with plaster dust. We even took it in turns to slap at his butt with our belts.

Finally we stopped, and just admired his body, still hanging there, spread-eagled, naked, coated in paint and dust, with a bright red butt from the smacks with the belts. Each one of us had fondled him somewhere as part of our session, either on the butt, or felt his arms or his stomach, but there was one area we had avoided. He had not complained once. We were out of ideas. But he came up with one.

‘Would one of you jerk me off?’ He asked

We looked at each other. This was a test. We instantly knew it had to be done, but who among us would do it? The boy decided for us.

‘Felix? Would you do it?’

I wasn’t sure I could, but I looked at the others, and realised it didn’t matter who actually did the act, I saw hands already rubbing their own crotches, and I knew we would all be getting off on it. So I spat on my hand, reached round, and grabbed the boy’s already hard cock.

I had never touched another guy before, and it felt weird. But my buddies egged me on. I jerked him, gently at first, then harder and harder. The boy seemed to like it. Angus had pulled his own cock out, and was rubbing it. The other two followed suit. Oh, well, in for a penny… I unzipped my own fly and reached for my own cock.

We would have made a sight if someone had walked in right then – four uniformed security guards, standing around a bound up 19 year old boy, jerking him and ourselves off.

I can’t remember who came first, but I know that at least one of my colleagues stepped up behind the boy and spurted over his pretty, rounded butt. I came at about the same time as the boy, my sperm splattering onto his feet as his own slicked my hand and the floor in front of me. I kept that handful of sperm, and I stepped behind the door and licked it, surreptitiously, as I didn’t want anyone to see me do it. It was salty and still warm.

Finally we let him down. He was shivering from the cold. We took him back outside and threw him his clothes and he held them to his chest.

We were outside the comfort station, which had washing and showering facilities. ‘Any chance I could get a shower?’ he asked. That was the wrong question. Angus smiled.

‘Oh yes,’ he said, ‘we owe you a shower, from that time you gave us one outside the main building’

And with that, he unzipped his flies again, and got his cock out.

‘Wait, not on my clothes!’ The boy yelled, hurling them to one side, just in time, for Angus let loose, spraying the boy full in the chest. He played the stream up and down the boy, who sank to his knees. The boy tipped his head back, he even opened his mouth and let some of the fluid in. I suffered a strange mix of disgust and arousal.

That was enough for the rest of us, we unzipped too and also let fly, soaking the boy from head to toe. Angus also turned to where the boy had thrown his clothes, and pissed on them too, soaking them.

When we had all finished, the boy was kneeling in the middle of an expanding puddle, filthy, soaked, a slight steam rising from him in the cold afternoon air. He said nothing, and reached for his soaked clothes, and began putting them on. He looked a sight, soaked in piss and mud. I immediately felt sorry for what we had done, I got a blanket from my car boot and put it around his shoulders.

‘Would one of you take me home now?’ he asked. I agreed. I felt bad for the boy – maybe we had gone too far? I hope we hadn’t hurt the little bright thing that had bounded into our lives. I opened up the door of the Volvo and he sat inside. I decided the rest of us needed to talk about what just happened, so I walked back to where the other three were clearing up. We talked briefly – had we gone too far? Everyone looked down, they had all gone to places that they had never been before.

I was only gone about five minutes, and then, as I walked back to the car, the boy leapt out. I thought we had hurt him, but his grin was as bright as ever, all over his face.

He was pulling up his trousers. ‘Merry Christmas’ he yelled, and he ran off, laughing. I looked in my car, and saw he had given me another of his special presents, a splattering of white Christmas snow all over the dashboard and the steering wheel.

I felt a great relief then, sure then that everything was OK, and that we had not seen the last of our sexy trespasser…

THE END

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It was a cold January day, when a perfectly innocent shopping trip ended with a filthy but erotic encounter in a seedy Soho cinema. As I walked around London’s busy Oxford Street, searching high and low for a pair of jeans that would show off my pert arse and muscular thighs to their full glory, I decided to take my search to Carnaby Street. I walked into a shop and began scanning the rails for the perfect pair, when a handsome young man came and asked me if I was okay.

This guy was of average height and build with spiky, cropped, brown hair and emerald-like green eyes. He had a fresh and innocent look about him, but was not obviously gay – which I love in a man. ‘Can I help you sir?’ he said to me as I flicked through the rails, ‘just looking for a pair of jeans in my size’ I replied, looking up and trying hard to conceal my delight as I admired his good looks. ‘And what size would that be? I can give you a hand’ the handsome stranger eagerly asked. ’34’ waist and 34′ leg’ I said and with that the young assistant whipped a pair off the rails and said ‘try these’. He followed me to the changing rooms and stood outside while I entered the cubicle and purposely left a gap between the curtains so he could see me undress.

I took off my coat and then began to unbuckle my belt and remove my jeans. In seconds I was standing there in a black long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. I love wearing these briefs, because they really do hold my cock and balls together and accentuate my package even more. I put my feet into the jeans and as I was still pulling them up past my cock, I opened the curtains and said ‘what do you think?’ The guy looked a little red and embarrassed and said ‘very nice… perfect fit’. He couldn’t help but glance down at my bulging briefs and this really turned me on but there was no way I could do anything there and then, in a busy shop with a guy I didn’t even know was gay.

I paid for the jeans and left the shop but with that green-eyed stud on my mind, I couldn’t concentrate on shopping any longer and I needed a release. I know London very well and knew that Soho, London’s red light district, was just a short walk from Carnaby Street and decided that that was where I would head. There are several sex shops in Soho that have private booths downstairs or outback where you can go, watch a porn flick or a striptease and masturbate. I find the seediness of this a real turn on and you feel like you’re doing something really perverted. After about five minutes, I was in the heart of the Red Light District and went into a sex shop that I had used in the past for its private booths. I walked down the stairs and noticed a sign for a cinema that I hadn’t clocked before.

You have to sign a proof of age form before you are given the key to your booth and as I was signing the form I asked ‘is the cinema new?’ the guy said ‘no, it’s always been here – it shows straight porn only and it’s £7 for however long you need – if you catch my meaning’. I laughed, signed the form and said ‘I’ll give it a go’ the prospect of having a wank and being seen was making my heart pound in my chest. My cock was now fully erect and in this place, I didn’t feel the need to hide it. I grabbed a handful of tissues from the counter and walked down the hall with my concrete rod proudly trying to burst through my jeans. I opened the red doors and walked through into the cinema.

As I stepped through the doors I was immediately surprised by the amount of people in there, I was expecting about five or six but there were about twenty guys dotted around, staring up at the screen. The film that was showing was an orgy of filthy anal fucking. There were two guys penetrating a girl one anally and the other vaginal. She was your typical blonde bombshell with a tiny waist and huge tits, but I was more drawn to the guys. They were both very alike, Hispanic and built like Greek gods. Both had huge shaven balls and as the guy on top was slamming his cock in and out of the babe’s tight arsehole, his balls were swinging and slapping the other guy’s thick, wet shaft. They were moaning with delight, whilst the girl was screaming in ecstasy.

I began to scan the cinema for somewhere to sit and spotted a place near the back, I walked quietly over and as I nudged my way down the aisle, I noticed a young guy in the row behind me. He was breathing heavily and although the light was dimmed, I got a glimpse of his face under his baseball cap; chiselled jaw, strong chin and a defined, straight nose. He looked dark haired and could have been of Italian or Spanish decent. As I looked closer and our eyes met, I noticed that this dark handsome stranger had his huge erect cock in his hand and he was stroking it slowly while watching the filthy threesome on the screen. We held each other’s gaze as I rubbed my meat through my jeans and sat down on the row in front, about four seats along. I immediately opened my fly, pulled my CK briefs to the side and eased my thick, solid shaft through the fly hole.

As I stroked back and forth on my pulsating rod, the threesome onscreen was coming to a climax and the guy on top yelled as he came in the girls arse hole; he wailed, his body shuddered and you could see his balls twitch as they ejaculated bucket loads of hot, sticky cum inside her. It wasn’t long before the jism began to spill out and trickle into her pussy and down the other guy’s shaft and balls. This really got me going and as I stroked faster, precum began to ooze from my bell end. As I was watching the last moments of the remaining guy pumping his cum-soaked cock in and out of the screaming babe, the young guy from behind suddenly stood up and moved into my row. We now watched each other as we both rubbed ourselves hard and fast. The onscreen stallion yelled and dumped his load into the girl’s cum-hungry mouth, he writhed with sheer pleasure and she stuck her tongue out to show him his load.

I was so turned on by the R-rated movie and by the advances that the handsome guy had made; I decided I wanted more than an overlooked wank. I stood up, with my cock hard, thick, long and pointing to the ceiling and sat in the seat next to the dark haired stud. His solid meat was huge and with his fly unbuttoned, I could see the mound of dark, curly pubic hair that surrounded it. We didn’t look each other in the eye for the rest of our strange encounter; he picked up my hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking up and down. His rod was warm, wet and sticky with his homemade lube and I could smell the raw sex emanating from his groin. The next scene came on the screen, but neither of us was particularly interested now. He grabbed my girth firmly, his hand barely reaching around it and started to jerk my meat ferociously. My briefs were restricting the freedom of movement for the skin on my uncut cock, so I undid my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees. The dark hunk looked down at my massive prick and rolled my shaven balls between his fingers. We sat and jerked one another for ages, enjoying the feeling of each other’s cocks in our hands and each other’s hands on our cocks.

After about fifteen minutes, and with another scene coming to a close, the guy’s breathes became shorter and louder. I yanked his cock even harder and before I knew it, he twitched and hot, gooey cum began to flow down my hand and onto my wrist like lava from a volcano. I wanted to lick it all off, but I didn’t know this guy and wasn’t sure what to do. Before I had time to properly contemplate it, he grabbed my hand and began to lick every drop of his creamy load from it. He moaned with pleasure like you would with the first bite of a much craved bar of chocolate as he swallowed every drop and continued to pump my length with all his might.

Within a few moments, I whispered ‘Here I come’ and without warning, the dark haired stranger lunged his head down towards my package and wrapped his warm, wet mouth around the first few inches of my dick. He continued to pump with his right hand as my body shuddered and the first of many eruptions of hot jizz burst from my bell end and into the stranger’s mouth. He swallowed hard several times, collecting every drop without a single spillage and sat up satisfied and squeezed my cock and balls with his left hand and rubbed his own with his right.

I sat there, suddenly aware of all the other guys in this small cinema and wondered how many had known what was happening. It didn’t take long for me to realise, that they were so engrossed in their own throbbing members; they probably wouldn’t have cared anyway. As I pulled up my trousers and briefs, more than contented with my release, I turned for another look at my gorgeous helping hand but the dark haired stud with the huge cock had disappeared. This would usually disappoint me and initially it did, however, I now think it makes my Soho encounter even more dirty and mysterious. I plan to go back one day for another wank and hope that a similar filthy tale unfolds.

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I hated the fact that I was moving…but dad had a new job so there was no other choice. But that was the best thing that could happen to me there was this guy in school who I couldn’t take my eyes off.He just kept getting hotter and hotter..I was never gay but for some reason I fell in love with him.He was all I could think of day and night.

The day began normally..I woke up at 8 and went straight off to school……It was my first day there since I had moved into town.I walked past the gates nervously and felt that everyone was staring at me.As i entered I asked this guy to help me out with all the first day shit…..and got pretty friendly with him…his name was Timmy.After showing me to my locker he introduced me to his friends Alice,Max,Tia,Jake and Sam…the minute I saw Sam my mouth dropped…he was like a god but all i could say was hi and gave him a smile.Just then the bell rang and it was time for my first class…..Biology.As we entered I was asked to introduce myself after that we were asked to pick partners.Alice picked Timmy and Tia picked Jake.Timmy told me to pick Sam…..and you didn’t need to tell me twice.I sat next to him and told him I was sorry about earlier cuz I couldn’t say anything but hi.HE giggled and said ‘no problem’.To my surprise as we spoke he started shifting closer and closer to me until his leg touched mine..that sent a shock wave through my spine.After class I broke away from the group to use the restroom.What i didn’t know was that Sam was following me.I went in and peed.Just as i was about to leave Sam entered and before I could say anything he kissed me.We kissed for about 5 minutes before either of us could say anything.Then he broke the kiss and said ‘i’mm sorry but I just couldn’t help it’.Before he could say anything more I kissed him again.Then I said ‘no problem’ and we went to his house after school and threw ourselves on the couch and made out no one was at home his parents were at work.We kissed and at the same time started taking each others clothes off.Boy did he look hot muscular not bulging but still muscular.When we were down to only our boxers Sam broke the kiss and started making his way down kissing my chest,nipples and my belly button.Then through the slit in my boxers he slid my foreskin back and started licking my 10′ dick all the way till my ball savoring it,bathing it in his saliva.He just kept sucking and sucking occassionally jacking it with his hand till i came,I yelled ‘i’mm gonna cum’and he just sucked harder and i came like never before over his face and hand.He just licked every drop even the ones on my body.Then I returned the favor,I threw his boxers across the hall and started sucking all 11 inches of his meat,it did take him long to cum….he came without warning,I just drank it all,well most of it.From that day we became best friends.Weeks passed by since I moved in and Sam and my love only grew stronger and stronger.It was friday and I had no plans just waiting for Sam to call.My phone rang it was Sam,I answered he said ‘hey wanna come over tonight and watch a movie with me’…that was code language for parent aren’t gonna be there fuck me tonight. I said’I’mm on my way’.I was so excited.

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This is another true storey in masturbation filled life. I was 19 years old at the time when this happens, and by this point in my life I was pretty much masturbating in public daily. I got a real thrill of masturbating in public restrooms, and had been caught once and I let this guy watch me shoot my cum. And ever since that time I had been doing it more and more. This time I again got caught, and I was made to masturbate myself like a little slut.

So it’s a Friday evening and I went to the mall to just look around and of course to masturbate in the restrooms. I had only been there a few minutes and I could already feel my cock harden in pants. So I decided to hit the restrooms straight away and get myself off. So I entered the restroom and went straight in the first stall. By this point my cock was throbbing in my pants, and I could wait to just feel my long hot cock in my hands. I quickly undid my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles, and my cock stood there proud. I decided that this time I would sit down and masturbate, so I sat down on the toilet sit. I looked down to my throbbing cock begging me to touch it and I slowly pulled my foreskin over my shinny head. I held my foreskin all the way back and just spent a few seconds looking and my wet pink head. I now so want to shoot my hot load of cum and I took hold of my shaft and started pumping it up and down. It total pleasure and feeling so dirty and horny I closed my eyes and start to enjoy another good masturbate.

It was then when there was a loud bang on the stall door, and a voice said ‘Mall Security, can you open the door’. Well I just froze for a second and then starting to shake I said back ‘can you give me a sec, I’m just on the toilet’. The voices then said ‘sir, open these door now. I know what you have been doing in there’. Shaking like mad I quickly pulled my pants back up and opened the stall door. I look straight in to the face of one of the mall security guards, who looked back at me and said ‘Son I think you better come with me to my office’ and he escorted me out of the restrooms. I could feel myself shaking as he walked me through the mall, and escorted me in to his office. There was a chair in front of a desk and he told me to sit in it, which I did still shaking like a leaf. He then walks around to his side of the desk and sat down and said to me ‘well son, do you care to explain what you were doing in that stall’. I was just going to the toilet I said, with my voice shaking with fear. ‘Son you’re lying, I could see you through the gap in between the door and the stall’. ‘Do you know that it an offence to do that in a public restroom?’ I didn’t answer him; I was just too sacred to think at this point. I kept thinking of what my family and friends would think. Was I going to get arrested? At that point I had no Idea what was going to happen to me.

The guard then spoke to me again. ‘Son here are your options. 1, I make a report call the cops and you get arrested. Or 2, since you a dirty little slut who likes to masturbate, you give me a little show right here and I forget the whole thing’. I guess an expression of shock came to my face hearing what he just said. But I also got a thrill of the thought of being made to masturbate in front of him, and I could feel my cock starting to harden. I guess I choose option 2 I said, and a smile came on the guards face. ‘Good choose’, he said as he got up from behind his desk and walked over to the door and locked it. ‘Now strip naked, and masturbate for me’ he said, and went and sat behind he desk again. My heart was pounding with both a thrill and a nervous feeling.

Being made to strip naked in front of some stranger had always been fantasy and a big turn on for me, and the thought of doing that now had my cock rock hard and throbbing in my pants. Also knowing that really I had no choice was again a big thrill for me, and I was feeling like a total horny little slut.

While still sitting down I took of my shoes and sock. I then stood up in front of his desk and removed my t-shirt and placed it on the chair where I had been sitting. I was shaking a little with both a thrill and

Nervousness, as I undid the button on the top of pants. I could feel my cock throbbing more and more as I pulled my pants all the way down. I stepped out of my pants and was standing butt naked in front of his desk with my cock standing erect and hard. The guard stood up and walked to my side of the desk with his eyes looking up down over my naked body. ‘You seem like your ready to go’ he said look at my rock hard cock, ‘So here’s the deal, Being your such a dirty little slut why don’t you lie on the floor and jerk off right now’. Just hearing those words made my cock jump, and I could feel my pre cum dripping out of my wet cock head. He was treating me like a dirty sex slave, and it was a big thrill and I loved it. So I did as he told me and I lay naked on his office floor, with him standing over me with a grin on his face. My cock felt as if it was the hardest it had ever been as my hand reached for it, and I pulled the rest of my foreskin all the back along my hard shaft exposing my wet head completely. Another good amount of pre cum came out of my head, and with my thumb I rubbed it all around my hard cock head. My head was now completely wet with pre cum as I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started pumping my cock. I look up in to the face of the security guard and he was just watching the show I was giving him intently. With my hand moving up and down my hard shaft, and knowing that his eyes were watching me it did take long for me to feel my balls go tight. Feeling that I was about to cum I closed my eyes and let out a moan, suddenly I felt something hot on my dick which made me came instantly. Ropes after ropes of hot men juice splash in to the guard’s mouth.

Without even wasting one drop of my hot juice the guard drank it all. He then told me that I was free to leave, and that this had been my one and only warning. If he caught me masturbating in the restroom again, he would call the police and I would get in trouble. So I quickly left, and after that I never did masturbate in those restrooms again.

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