Brooks

Brooks' party had turned into quite a success. There were gorgeous men everywhere. You'd been watching a big Italian since he walked into the kitchen in wet swim trunks and flashed his winning smile your way in return for the beer you handed him. He introduced himself as Paul, and asked why you weren't out by the pool. You explain that you'd no idea it was going to be a pool party, and thus, had no trunks. "We can find you a pair," he offers, genuinely hopeful you'll accept. "Well, sure," you stammer, not really sure. Taking you by the arm, he leads you to the pool house, giving you a chance to admire his muscular physique in the moonlight. There were a handful of guys already in the pool who begin to whistle as you and Paul pass. "All right, all right, girls," Paul laughs as he opens the door to the pool house to let you enter. You step inside and are immediately plunged into darkness when Paul enters and closes the door behind him. "Oh yeah, I forgot to get a new bulb when I went in. Must've been seeing you, it just flew right out of my head." You can feel Paul next to you, you can smell him, you can hear him breathe. You feel your cock start to press against your pants, becoming more urgent the closer Paul gets to you. He quickly unbuckles your belt and pushes his hand down your pants, grabbing your already stiff rod. His hands are huge, powerful, and the smell of him drives you insane. You lean forward, steadying yourself on his chest as you thrust your hips against his hand. His hand slides under your balls, he squeezes, gently massages, slides a finger toward the crack of your ass. "I want to fuck you," he whispers, fingering your hole, "And my partner, Rick, wants to suck your cock." You suddenly feel a second man beside you. Heart racing, you nod your assent and the three of you undress and all go to the indoor/outdoor carpeting. You mount Rick, sixty-nine as Paul wipes a handful of jelly on your ass. The two of you are already grunting when the big Italian penetrates you from behind. The three of you fall into a steady rhythm, pumping each other like animals. The sound of sucking, moaning, and ass-slamming fills the room. Paul's enormous meat feels as though it will split you in half, but it feels soooo good...especially with Rick clamped around your cock and making a greedy meal of you. He rams cock into you until you hear him gasping behind you. Then suddenly, his jism is gushing into you..filling your fuckhole and oozing out around his deflating tool. You shoot your wad in response, deep-throating Rick just as he, too, cums. A few moments later, the three of you emerge from the poolhouse, completely blowing off the swim trunks, and fall lazily into the pool.

David

Peter was new on campus; he’d been forced to go to school outside of the big city because of scholarships he’d won as an athlete. He’d grown up in urban America, and this was his first experience living in a rural area. It was hard enough being a gay jock in the city; he wasn’t sure how it’d go over here, so he kept a low profile. Pre-season soccer practices were double sessions, taking up four to five hours of his day, but it kept his mind off of his problems, so he went through every session determined to make the starting squad. Peter was a natural, he had no problem making the first team and it seemed he had no problem attracting the girls. Great, Peter thought, how would I survive this? By mid-season, Peter’s teammates noticed he wasn’t dating any of the girls who threw themselves at him. Peter started to get nervous. "You a fag?" one teammate bluntly asked. Peter didn’t answer; he just laughed and hit the showers. Trying to think fast, Peter searched for a way out. Then he felt something close around his dick. He looked down to find his teammate, the one who asked if he were a fag, sucking his dick. Peter jumped back, and his teammate jumped to his feet. "Wait, you’re not?" he asked nervously. Peter stammered, staring his mate in the face. "Are you?" "Well, no, I guess, but I like guys to fuck me." Peter laughed, a nervous laugh, a laugh of relief and told his new friend that he was indeed "a fag." "You think it’s safe in here?" Peter asked. "It’s safe if you dig gang bangs," announced the junior, "and I’d say it’s time for your initiation." Peter looked puzzled as the elder teammate left the showers, but shrugged and continued to clean up. In the distance he heard low chatter and the sounds of doors locking. As the chatter slowly came near, Peter turned to see 7 of his teammates entering the shower area. "You may have open gays in the city," one boy chuckled, "but we closet types have a lot more fun." With that, Peter was told to get on his knees, and Peter did so. Apparently, it was custom for freshmen to pass the oral test before they could move on to the next stage. While Peter sucked each teammate hard, he felt the hands of other teammates rubbing his back, grabbing and spreading his ass, cupping his balls and stroking his dick. Still blowing his friends, Peter was mounted from behind. He felt the thick meat of someone’s cock push inside. Rod deep inside Peter’s asshole, he could feel his ass cheeks being massaged feverishly, pulling, stretching, spreading him wider. He felt another dick poking his outer rim, then forcefully ramming inside. Peter felt as if he’d split in two, and grimaced at first, still trying to suck off the few guys he had left to do. He’d never had two dicks up his ass before, so it took a few minutes to get used to, but then Peter relaxed and found it was painfully enjoyable. Especially when they started to fuck him. It seemed as if there were a hundred dicks to suck and like a hundred dicks fucking him, each taking their turn. Peter wanted to impress his buddies, so he took everything they threw at him in stride….besides, he liked it! He’d always fantasized about the guys in high school, but the ones who probably were gay, hadn’t even realized it yet, so Peter never approached any of them. But now his fantasy had come to life. Peter remained on all fours as the 7 others mounted and dismounted, mounted and dismounted. He never been fucked so much at one time and wasn’t nearly ready for it to stop. The other guys raised his ass up to almost hip level, pushing his upper body close to his thighs. They took turns fucking him in short spurts, until one guy took charge and fucked Peter non-stop until he came. Peter reveled in the warm juices teeming in his ass and squirmed with delight as they took turns coming in his ass. After a while, it started seeping out and down the backs of his legs, but his mates didn’t stop. They fucked him until the last guy spooed, and Peter took it like a sport. When the last guy mounted Peter, another slipped down and sucked him off, swallowing each drop of Peter’s load until the ramming finally ceased. When all was done, the men showered together, congratulated Peter and "officially" welcomed him to the "team." Peter looked forward to the next shower. David winced as the huge prisoner pushed his thick, black meat into his ass. If this was supposed to be punishment, David didn't *want* to be good. He'd been thrown in the county tank for drunk and disorderly conduct on the beach, and happened to annoy 'Big Otis' with his Dorothy Gale impression after 'Lights Out.' "You jess don' know when to quit, do ya, pretty boy? You just gotta keep on til I gotta shove my dick so far up yo ass it chokes you, to shut you up." Otis dug his enormous thumbs in the young man's cheeks, spreading them so wide, David half-expected him to step in for cocktails. Face down in his bunk, he adjusted his knees, bracing himself on the metal frame as Otis rammed him from behind. "You ain't talking much now, is ya, white boy?" Otis grunted, stuffing his cock deeper. His thrusts accelerated, driving the smaller man further up against the headbar. He looked down to watch his massive black cock disappear into the tiny, white beef-chute, then reappear once more, dragging out the thin, pink lining of the man's rectum. David gasped. His own erection had become painfully urgent. He heaved forward on his shoulder and grabbed his cock, hoping Otis was too absorbed in his own Janet Jackson fantasy to notice. He stroked it hard, rubbing it against his belly in rhythm with his own penetration, then wrapped his fingers around it and pumped it like a piston. Otis was sweating like a deathrow inmate. His huge nut-sack slapped David's up between his legs as he buried his pipe and rocketted his load into the man's anus. David felt the hot, liquid spasm and jettisoned his own product all over the makeshift bed, then shivered as Otis withdrew. "I think you shut up now, won'tcha bitch?" David slumped over his pillow, savoring the throb in his colon. "Yes, Daddy," he replied, ever the smart-ass. After a pounding like that, he'd sell his ruby slippers..

Dean

Dean had always loved Brandon's bear parties. He'd been to four of them, and each one had been different, but ALWAYS fun. Tonight, he was being cruised by every bear in the joint and feeling rather pretty after his third Double Mary. "Dean, have you met Tom?" Dean looked up to see Brandon with that 'Here's-a-live-one' grin on his face. "No, I don't believe I have," Dean replied, taking the big man's hand. "I'm Dean Livingston." "Tom Bennet," the man said, keeping eye contact. "Brandon tells me you're a computer technician." Dean smiled, watching as Brandon quietly excused himself, "I maintain the systems up the street at Jackson and Stevens," he said, "And, I build a few systems on the side for extra cash." "Have you seen Brandon's new pc?" Tom hooked his thumb towards the study, "Loaded for bear." Dean laughed, "Yeah, I put it together for him. Want to see it scream?" "I'd rather see *you* scream," Tom said suggestively, leering. Dean led the way through the crowd, winking at Brandon as he turned up the hall to the study. Opening the door, he stepped aside to admit the bigger man, then lock it behind him. Tom caught his arm before he could turn on the light. Without a sound, he turned Dean to face him and carefully brought his hand up around the smaller man’s suddenly expanding package. "I sure would like to fuck you, Dean....And swallow your dick while you gush down my throat," He leaned down and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue as he pushed his hand down the smaller man's pants. Dean pressed himself against him, rubbing his cock in Tom's hand, until frustrated, he began pulling off his clothes. The two men were naked in minutes, with Dean bent over the leather sofa and Tom behind him, wiping his hole with pocket-lube. Erect, the bear was a thick three inches, and patiently worked it into Dean while reaching under to massage his balls. Soon, he was pounding it home, stuffing him with its entire length. Dean concentrated on his aching hard-on, hoping he didn't spurt his loot when Tom unloaded in his ass. He wanted that powerful tongue on the head of his dick, sucking him dry. As it was, he knew he hadn't long to wait. Tom's head fell back as he plowed into him. His eyes closed, rolling up in his head... He pumped Dean slowly now...savoring his final moments...arching back and thrusting forward as though he could empty his entire life-force into the man. On his third stroke, he jettisoned his lava and slumped over Dean's back, filling his nostrils with the blonde's scent. He draped his arms around the smaller man's waist and lazily manipulated his cock, until, infused with new purpose, he sank to his knees and took it in his mouth. Dean concentrated, desperate not to cum without feeling the bear's throat muscles ripple around his head first. He rocked his hips, weaving his fingers through Tom's curls and drawing him forward to take him deeper. The big man greedily complied, sucking his shaft up to its base and 'swallowing' with each of Dean's thrusts. "Oh....Oh, God....I can't...." Dean stammered, jolting forward spasmodically. His fingers were tangled in Tom's hair, white-knuckled, as he spurt his wad down Tom's throat. Exhausted, the two men fell to the carpet, catching their breaths. After a few moments, there came a knock at the door, bringing them up, sharply. It was Brandon. "Hey Dean? Robert wants you to show *him* the pc, too..." he said through the door. "How long til you can.....'boot-up' again?" Dean laughed, relaxing once again as Tom reached for a smoke. "Sorry, guys...Looks like the system's crashed."

Derick

Derrick had been cruising the North Street Bridge for 20 minutes when he finally saw the pick-up he wanted. A pretty, clean-cut Hispanic boy in a tight, sleeveless Tee. He pulled up beside him and signaled him into the front seat, then turned the corner and drove to the alley behind the Chinatown strip-center. It was empty, dark, and windowless...perfect for a few moments of privacy. They got out and walked to the front of the car. "I'm Michael," the dark-skinned boy said, dropping to his knees. Derrick didn't care WHAT his name was. He just wanted to get his rocks off on him. Unzipping his fly, he pulled out his cock and pushed it into the boy's face. "Suck it, Michael," he said, devoid of emotion. "Get it nice and hard so I can fuck you with it." Michael stuffed Derrick’s thick, swollen cock in his mouth and nursed it like a pro...sucking it deep and slow. "Lick my balls, boy. I want you to take them in your mouth and rub them with your tongue while you jerk yourself off." The Hispanic boy pulled out his dick and did as he was told, stroking himself into a thick fountain while he tongued the man's sac. "Now stand up and bend over the hood," Derrick ordered. Michael stood and took down his pants. His ass was firm and dark....smooth and hairless. Derrick reached up between the boy's legs and fondled his cock a moment, then ran his fingers up the back of his nutsack and spread his cheeks. Derrick spat on his hand and smeared it over himself and the boy's bunghole. Then, peeling Michael's cheeks wide, slammed his fat, hard, dick up Michael’s wanting ass. Derrick pumped Michael with short, swift strokes, reaching under and squeezing the younger man's cock and testicles until Michael grimaced and remained still. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, Michael?" he asked rhetorically. "Your dick is so hard. You like my huge cock stuffed inside you, don't you?" Michael grunted his affirmation, trying to thrust against Derrick's hand while taking it up the ass. Derrick smirked, "Yeah, fuck my hand, you greedy little bitch," he hissed, watching the depth of his own meat disappear deep in the boy's rectum. Watching the young man squirm set Derrick on fire. He fucked him hard now, using the car for leverage and slamming his entire weight into him. Thrust after thrust, Derrick was relentless and Michael had never been fucked so hard for so long before. In the reflection of the window, Michael could see Derrick’s head fall back, but the man kept jabbing hid huge cock in and out of Michael’s completely spread asshole. Finally, Derrick came with a spastic jerk, unloading his balls into the street hustler like a horse. One huge, seemingly endless spurt, filled Michael’s asshole, then smaller spurts followed. He could feel Derrick’s load dripping out of his hole, but Derrick never removed his dick from the young man’s ass. Derrick remained pressed against Michael, his semi-flaccid cock still invading Michael’s fuckhole. Then, Michael felt the rod grow stiff again in his hole, and his eyes grew wide with excitement. Derrick was going to fuck him some more!

Gerry

Gerry was already 15 minutes late with a 30-minute drive ahead of him, so he decided to take the back roads. His sports coupe could easily take those bends at 70 mph and chances were, no traffic patrol would be around. He could cut his time in half and only be a half-hour late. Gerry made it about 5 miles down local 447 when the blaring siren and flashing lights caught up him and an angry cop ordered him to pull in the next side street over the pa system. Gerry immediately turned in the first dirt path he came up on, pulled his car off to the side, parked and waited for the officer. Gerry watched in his rear view mirror as patrolman stepped out of his car. The cop was at least 6’ 4", built like a Mack Truck and Gerry’s jaw dropped as the officer put on his hat and started toward him. He had biceps that were at least 8 inches across. "In an awful hurry, aren’t you?" the officer’s voice was deep, serious. "Ah, yeah, see, I," Gerry stammered. "Step out of the car." Gerry thought that was odd for a routine speeding ticket, but he obediently took off his seatbelt and stepped out of the car. The cop leaned down to search Gerry’s car and his uniform pants clung perfectly to his muscular ass. Gerry tried not to stare, but how could he help himself. This guy was hot! "Been drinking today?" the officer asked. "No, sir." "Do drugs?" "No, sir." "Then you must be flat out insane." Gerry paused; he wasn’t quite sure what the man was getting at, so he kept his mouth shut. It was obvious the policeman was not amused and didn’t want an answer. "This is a $200 ticket and is worth 3 points on your license. I see here you already have 2 points. That means you lose your license if I write you this ticket." "T..t…three points?" Gerry was taken aback. "Yes, three points." Gerry buried his face in his hands wondering what the fuck he was going to do without a driver’s license. How would he get to work? The store? The appointment he was late for??? "Pretty fucked, aren’t you?" the cop now seemed amused. "Uh, yeah, pretty fucked," Gerry lamented. "Not yet," the hulking man answered with a very slight grin. "Step around to the passenger side and get against the car." Gerry looked puzzled, but the man’s expression said "NOW!" so he did as he was ordered. Gerry put his hands on the roof off the car and looked straight ahead as the muscular officer stood behind him. The cop began to frisk him, first his ankles, then his knees, then his package. The officer held Gerry’s balls firmly in one hand, while the other slipped around Gerry’s front and unbuttoned his Chinos. Gerry heard his zipper being released then the cool air hit his exposed ass. The patrolman pressed himself against Gerry’s back, placed has baton under Gerry’s throat and asked him if he was willing to do what it took to keep his driving privileges. Gerry nodded. Gerry popped a boner. Behind him, he could feel the man fumbling around behind his naked ass, he heard snaps behind released, zippers undone, then finally, he felt a huge, hard, hot cock pressing between his ass cheeks. "Open up," the cop ordered. Gerry reached behind and spread his ass as far as could and the stud in uniform immediately buried himself deep inside Gerry’s fuckhole. Baton still pushing Gerry’s head back and up, he could hear the man breathing in his ear. The cop was in complete control. He fucked Gerry with short, hard ramming thrusts, throwing Gerry into the car with each push. "Ever had a dick this big?" the cop’s deep voice echoed in Gerry’s head. "No, sir, I haven’t." The cop wasn’t kidding; Gerry’s asshole was spread so wide it felt as if a Louisville Slugger was up his chute. Gerry remained still as the officer didn’t allow him to budge and with every short, deep, hard slam Gerry grew more and more relaxed. As his asshole took the thick cock more easily, the policeman began to fuck him with longer, more rhythmic thrusts. He never gave up slamming Gerry’s ass, however, as each slam seemed harder than the last. Gerry’s cock throbbed, but he didn’t dare reach down for it. He took his punishment like a man, and truth be told, he was loving it. The officer continued to slam his dick deep inside Gerry, making his balls jerk with every slap of the hips. After a while, the cop forced Gerry down to his hands and knees, never missing one hard, deep, fucking anal invasion. His fingers dug into Gerry’s hips as he fucked him from a crouched, standing position, even deeper than before. His pounding was relentless, furious, and seemingly infinite. Then Gerry heard a groan, and his ass got reamed even faster as he felt the spurts of hot jism start to fill his asshole. Spurt after spurt after spurt, the cop wouldn’t give up until the last load was left in Gerry’s fuck chute. Gerry stayed where he was as the officer dismounted him, waiting for his next command. But it never came. The cop zipped up, got in his patrol car and sped off, leaving Gerry with an ass full of his load and an intact driver’s license. Gerry rolled over, smiled, jerked himself off and forgot about his appointment.

Jamie

Jamie was new in the apartment complex, but I’d seen his face in the papers, he was a politician. He was young, bright, energetic and seemingly too busy to ever date. I watched him for a few weeks, hoping to see some sign that he was gay, but the only person I ever saw him with was his campaign director, Sheila. One Sunday morning, I was doing laundry in the small facility allotted to the four apartments in the complex that included mine. I’d just thrown in some whites, and was folding a small load of towels when Jamie came down with a basket of his own laundry. "Aw, damn," Jamie said, "Every washing machine in this place is taken." "They’re not very long cycles," I answered, "and you can have this machine as soon as it finishes, I can do the rest later." "I’d appreciate that, I really would," Jamie said sincerely, "I hardly have any time for this." I turned to finish folding my towels, when I felt Jamie standing close behind me. I didn’t say a word, and neither did he, but he drew even closer, and closer, until I could feel the raging erection in his shorts against my buttock. I looked over my shoulder, and Jamie’s face was smiling, somewhat sheepishly, almost as if to say, "Can I?" I smiled knowingly, then turned back around to finish my chore. Suddenly, my pants were around my ankles, and Jamie shoved his hard cock between my ass cheeks and started to dry hump me. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I could feel my dick grow hard against the washing machine as Jamie slipped his hands under my shirt and pinched hard on my nipples. For a minute, I thought I should push something against the door of the room to protect our privacy, but then Jamie’s teeth sunk through my shirt and into my shoulder and I forgot all about it. I reached around and spread my ass open, wanting Jamie to ram his cock inside and fuck me like an animal. The risk of getting caught sent a rush through my body and I wanted him inside me right now. Jamie took his cue and slammed his dick home. He reached around me, grabbing onto the top of the washing machine and fucked me with urgency. Quick, short thrusts, with a feverish pace. My balls and dick were pressed flat against the washing machine, and when the spin cycles began, I began to rock myself against the vibrations. Jamie continued in the same vein, never missing a beat, and short fucking me with the length of his shaft. Each quick thrust squeezing my balls between myself and the washing machine. I could feel my nutsack starting to seize, the fucking and the vibrations made my eyes roll back in my head. I could feel my wad surging as Jamie continued in his quest. His breath was heavy in my ear, and as his hands slipped over my pecs and criss crossed my chest in a tight squeeze, I could feel his movements change, and the groan in my ear let me know he was about to blow. This drove me wild. I felt my wad spurt with every jab of his raging cock inside me. I could feel the warmth of my jism drip down around my package, still pressed against the machine. Then I felt his load in my ass, and we both let out groans in unison. The wash cycle ended, and so did Jamie’s fountain of hot cum. He gently slipped his softening dick out of me and helped pull my pants back up. Pulling up his own shorts, he smiled with a blush when I turned to speak to him. His shyness was sweet, I’d assumed the urge overcame him and he felt a little uneasy. "Well, looks like I missed the rinse cycle," I said with a smile, "and I can’t have clothes without fabric softener! " Jamie smiled, looking down at the floor, still somewhat unnerved that he’d taken such a risk with his career. Public sex would probably ruin him, and he knew it. "Here, give me your laundry and come back in about 90 minutes, it should be ready by then." "Thanks," Jamie said as he slipped out the door, "make sure you’re ready too."

B&Greg

"Suck it, Greg!" Barry thrust his cock in the man's face, a perfect combination of shape and size.....and watched as the smooth, Mulatto frat-boy swallowed it's entire length. His mouth was soft and warm, with just the right amount of suction to get him hard. "Now jerk yourself off and save the spunk for your ass." Greg gripped his beef and pumped it like a shotgun; swift, hard strokes while still sucking Barry, until he came in his hand. Barry then pushed him on his back and watched as he raised his legs and smeared the creamy lube between his cheeks. Laying back, he brought his knees to his chest and widened them, giving the larger man easy access to his fuck-hole. "That's it, little boy, raise 'em high. I'm about to pack you so full of meat you're gonna think it was Christmas," Barry knelt, pressing his hands on the smaller man's thighs to hold him steady as he aimed his torpedo and stabbed it home. Moaning, Greg closed his eyes, savoring every inch. He reached down and stretched his ass wider, begging the hairy-chested bear to take him deep Barry fucked him slowly, arching into him with long, even strokes....giving him time to relax and allow the massive organ to slide, unrestricted. He listened to the soft slap of his balls against the smaller man's ass, and smelled the spunk and sweat mingled with the faint scent of cologne. "Fuck me.....Fuck me hard..." Greg gasped, already sporting another erection. Barry ploughed into him, "Don't...you....cum....yet...you...little...whore.." He grunted between thrusts. His head fell back as his balls exploded in a heaving spasm...pumping a hot flow of lava deep in the frat-boys asshole. He emptied his load and dismounted, then gorged himself on Greg's cock, deep-throating him until he felt the salty spray of nut-juice in his esophagus.