Jason

Jason’s brother was always the jock of the family, the guy everyone thought was a total hunk. His friends were hot too, and this fact never went unnoticed by Jason. He used to fantasize all the time about one teammate of his brother’s in particular. Todd, the high school quarterback who now starred at the local State University. Jason jerked off many a night to the idea of Todd fucking him like his bitch. Thanksgiving break rolled around, and Todd, as was custom since Junior High, joined Jason’s family for dinner. Todd came from a broken home, his dad died when he was just a boy and his mom worked two jobs just to make sure Todd had everything he needed. Jason’s family tried to give Todd as much support as they could. Jason loved having his "adopted" brother around, always. This year, Todd caught Jason’s stare at least three times over Thanksgiving Day dinner. AT first Jason was embarrassed, but by the last caught glance he realize Todd wasn’t looking away. Todd was returning the stare, fiercely. It sent a jolt through Jason, just the mere thought of Todd’s hard cock in his mouth, let around reaming his ass, made Jason’s knees weak. Todd spent the weekend, as always, with Jason’s family and on Friday everyone went down to the docks to fish. This was customary, and it was also customary that Jason stayed home. Jason hated fishing. Todd knew this. Todd feigned illness. Jason had no idea. Sitting in his bedroom with his headphones on, Jason drowned out the rest of the house. Todd knocked gently on Jason’s door, but Jason did not hear it. Jason had no idea Todd was anywhere near him until he felt the jock’s cold hand slip down the front of his baggy jeans. Jason’s body immediately jumped with surprise, but Tim’s free hand steadied Jason, then pushed Jason by the back of the head into Tim for a deep kiss. Jason’s eyes shot open when he realized what was going on, he sat there momentarily frozen. Oh my God, this is TIM!!! Tim stroked Jason’s quickly hardening cock, and Jason melted in Tim’s deep, probing kiss. Jason sucked Tim’s tongue, licked his teeth, and tasted the roof of Tim’s mouth. Tim returned the favor in kind, while adeptly unzipping Jason’s baggies and releasing the swollen dick inside them. Tim continued to hand ride Jason’s shaft, taking care to lightly tease the throbbing tip. With his other hand, Tim lifted Jason’s shirt over his head, then trailed his lips down Jason’s throat, easing downward only to stop and bit Jason’s nipples. Jason’s head fell back, he grabbed onto Tim’s neck and lifted himself awkwardly off the floor to allow Tim to slip his jeans down around his ankles. Tim’s tongue made a trail down Jason’s midsection, Jason could feel the warmth of Tim’s breath teasing his urgently hard cock. Tim danced the tip of his tongue around the swollen head of Jason’s fuck wand, and with one hand, he pushed Jason back down to the floor. Now Tim took Jason’s dick deep down his throat, his head bobbed skillfully over Jason’s pulsating cock and Jason squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to come too soon and ruin this long awaited moment. It was a task that proved too difficult, no matter how hard Jason tried to keep his composure, his balls were surging, his cock was aching and his wad was coming. Jason groaned half with pleasure and half with disappointment as he blew his load into the back of Tim’s eager throat. Tim drank up every drop, then took Jason’s ankles, still somewhat bound by the jeans around them, and lifted them gently over Jason’s head. Jason’s ass was about two inches off the carpet, and Tim leaned his shoulders into the backs of Jason’s knees, leaned down, kissed Jason deeply, giving the young man a taste of himself that was still left on Tim’s tongue. Jason sucked Tim’s tongue; Tim probed deeply into Jason’s mouth. While kissing Jason hard, Tim slid his gym shorts down and pressed his raging erection against Jason’s raised ass. Jason’s eyes flew open, he’d never been fucked before, though he’d fantasized many times about it, he’d just never been fucked before. Tim looked down into Jason’s eyes, he recognized the fear and wanting, for Tim had once been in Jason’s shoes. Tim reassured Jason while he liberally smeared Vaseline over the prone boy’s asshole, and also up and down the thick shaft of his own dick. Jason put his arms around Tim’s neck, closed his eyes and tried to relax. Tim gently pressed the head of his cock into Jason’s love hole, watching Jason’s face the whole way. Jason winced slightly as Tim’s meat first penetrated, then his body relaxed as Tim slipped the full length of his dick inside Jason. Slowly, Tim started to fuck Jason, and he could feel the younger man’s body relax around his, Jason even bucked his ass against Tim’s slow strokes, seemingly wanting Tim to fuck him harder. Tim picked up the pace, gradually, still watching Jason’s every move. Much to his pleasure, Jason was loving every minute of his thick cock fucking him. Tim spread his knees around Jason’s hips, put his hands on the floor next to Jason’s shoulders and started fucking Jason like a pro. Jason loved it, he pinched Tim’s nipples between his fingers and begged for Tim to fuck him even harder. Tim gleefully obliged. He slammed his raging cock into Jason as hard as could until he felt the blood surge in him and he knew he was ready to come. Tim jerked his dick out of Jason, then straddled his face, jerking his load onto Jason’s mouth. Jason eagerly licked Tim’s wad from his lips, chin, cheeks and fingers. Tim finally blew all he could and he slipped down next to Jason and rolled over onto his back. Lying there with his eyes shut, and a smile on his face, Tim asked Jason how it was for him. Jason turned on his side, leaned into Tim, and his new erection against Tim’s hip answered the question. Good thing the family fished until the sun went down, Tim thought.

Billy

Billy hated being a flight attendant, mainly because dealing with public sucked. Most travelers, especially business travelers, were abusive and felt they were the only passenger on a plane. Nonetheless, the pay was good and Billy didn’t have to work too many hours. And, there was one regular traveler that Billy had his eye on. A businessman, James, who commuted on his flight every week. James was one of the few passengers who treated Billy and the other flight attendants with common courtesy. And James also had the deepest blue eyes, the kind that made a man melt in his shoes. James’ dark hair, always perfectly slicked back, and his custom made suits were enough to make Billy’s knees buckle. It was obvious James was gay, at least to Billy it was, but how does a mere F/A approach someone of James’ caliber? Billy decided it was best left a fantasy. Winter had settled in over the country’s northeast and this particular Monday morning the crew hoped to beat the snow from Boston to DC, but ended up stranded at Logan Airport. Temperatures fluctuated so much that the runways were icing and no end was in sight. Logan closed down for the day and everyone scrambled to book hotel rooms. While Billy called around to different places, he found even his employee status did no good when there were simply no rooms available. Billy hung up the phone for the last time and complained aloud that they were stuck at Logan, then stormed off for the men’s room. James had overheard the F/A’s complaint and followed Billy into the john. "What happens when you’re stuck here for the night?" James asked. "I get to sleep in a chair in the employee lounge," Billy answered. "Well, I have a room for the night, with an extra bed, why don’t you stay with me?" Billy’s blood rose at the mere thought of spending an hour alone with this beautiful man, let alone an entire night. Trying not to seem like the eager 13-year-old, Billy politely hemmed and hawed until James finally insisted he spend the night. Billy, though careful not to show it, was delighted by the idea. The two men checked in, and indeed there were two beds. Billy plopped down on one while James took off his jacket and tie at the foot of the other bed. "How about some wine?" James asked, picking up the phone. Without waiting for a response, James dialed room service and ordered a bottle of cabernet and a cheese platter. Billy casually kicked off his shoes, then laid back on the bed, closing his eyes. Billy could hear James running water in the bathroom, presumably filling the bathtub. Mmmmmm, he thought, as he envisioned James’ naked body lathered in the tub, steam rising about his gorgeous face. A few minutes later, room service arrived with the order. Wow, Billy thought, this guy must have clout if he got room service this fast. James opened the wine, poured two glasses then disappeared into the bathroom again Billy sat on the bed, looking toward the bathroom. Am I supposed to go in, he wondered? James’ head peeked around the door, smiling, inviting, waiting. Billy didn’t need to be asked twice, he got up and unbuttoned his shirt as he strode for the door. He was greeted by James, now stripped down to his shorts, and found himself being helped down to his own shorts. Then James handed Billy a glass, slipped off his boxers and got in the oversized Jacuzzi tub. Billy quickly followed suit. Once in, James toasted good company, sipped his wine and gazed into Billy’s eyes. They sipped their wine in silence for a good 15 minutes, their eyes speaking volumes to each other. James slipped his hand over Billy’s leg, sliding further up until he had Billy’s dick between his fingers. He stroked it lightly, smiling at Billy, massaging his balls, then sliding his hands up Billy’s chest and moving in to slip his tongue in Billy’s mouth. He sucked Billy’s tongue, gently, then hard, pinching Billy’s nipples between his strong fingers. With his foot, James released the plug in the tub and let half the bath water out, then straddled Billy’s lap. Billy could feel James’ dick harden against his stomach, and James slowly rubbed it back and forth against him, still sucking Billy’s tongue. The oils from the bathwater made it slick and the slow motion of James’ ass over Billy crotch gave Billy an instant, raging hard on. James continued pinching Billy’s nipples, and practically licking the back of his throat when he stood up slightly off of Billy’s lap, just enough to allow the head of Billy’s cock dance around James’ asshole. Billy grabbed his rod and held it steady as James rocked slowly over it before sitting down and taking the full shaft in his oiled asshole. Billy felt James’ back arch as he took him deep, and the gorgeous young executive pressed his chest against Billy. Billy grabbed James’ ass, spreading it wide so he could fuck him even deeper, James responded by pushing down hard on his swollen shaft. James pressed his body against Billy’s so his throbbing cock would rub against the F/A each time he sat back down on Billy’s penetration. James grabbed Billy’s hair as he gradually increased his pace, his head thrown back, eyes shut tight, he fucked Billy’s dick hard, deep and with a seeming vengeance. Billy pressed his face into the perfectly sculpted pecs before him, fingers digging into the man’s ass, dick bobbing in and out of the slick rectum that coveted his meat. Billy felt his eyes roll as the blood surged from his throbbing cock all way to his head. He pushed his hips up as hard as he could while James continued to ride his rod, the jism starting to spurt from Billy’s cock. James’ fingers wrapped tightly around Billy’s head, gripping harder with each spurt of hot juice in his ass. Billy felt James come on his chest, the warm fluid rolling down his front. When he had nothing left, Billy released his grip on James’ ass and gently let the man back down into the bathtub. Both men rested their heads back on the ledge, while James’ foot lifted the water on. Once filled, James turned on the jets, and they sat back and enjoyed the relaxing waters.

Peter

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.