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Ripe For The Picking


Ripe forthe picking, that's what I was, when I had just turned eighteen. Young, naive,and always horny, that was me. I had sex with only one girl just before I joinedthe navy. It was good for me, but I don't think she enjoyed it much. I was tooclumsy and thinking of my own pleasure. I love girls and had many fantasiesabout them. It's just that I was on the bashful side, and did not know how totalk to them. So you can see I had a hard time getting dates. I was told anumber of times that I was a nice looking guy, but I had a hard time believingit, because I felt that I was to short. I was only 5'4" and slim (120lbs). After bootcamp, I was stationed in SanDiego. I was pretty much a loner and kept to myself mostof the time, and because I was not good at picking up girls, I would read dirtybooks (whenever I could get them) to get myself off. I was seventeen when Ijoined the Navy, and when I finally turned eighteen I found out that I was oldenough to go to adult book stores. I went crazy and started buying lots of sexbooks to get off on. Then Idiscovered peeps and that's when my innocent, boring life started to change. Ittook me a long time to get up enough nerve to go into the peep rooms, but when Ifinally did, I was in seventh heaven, because now I could actually watch womenhaving sex on film. The first time I watched one of those films I came in myunderwear and the stain was very visible on my navy blue pants. I wasembarrassed and had to keep my hands in front of me all the way back to thebarracks. From then on I would not wear underwear so that I could undo mythirteen buttons and jack off into paper towels. I made sure I always had somewith me. I always felt self-conscious just before I went into a booth, becausethere were men always standing around. I felt they knew that I was going to jackoff in there. I felt that I was the only one that was sick enough to dosomething like that. Talk about being naive. At least there was a lock on thedoors so no one could bother me. When I was done, I had to make sure I stayed ina booth long enough for my erection to go down so that no one would see my hardon pushing the front of my pants out. Sometimes, if the movie was not goodenough to get me off, I would go to another booth. I always wiped the pre-cumoff the head of my dick so that it did not leave a stain. And if I was hard, Iwould hurry to the next booth with my hand over it so as not to draw attentionto myself. Little did I know that I was drawing a lot of attention, from one manespecially. Late oneSaturday night after drinking a few beers with some buddies of mine, I wasfeeling no pain and very horny, so after I left them, I headed for the peeps toget some relief. I could not believe that the place was so packed at 1 am in themorning. There were at least two or three men waiting at every booth to get in.I finally wandered to a darker section of the room, way in the back, that I hadnever been to before. I found a booth that no one was occupying and slippedinside. Then I found out why no one was using it. The lock was broken. This mademe a little nervous, but I was horny as hell and figured no one would bother meanyway. Let me explain what these booths looked like. There was not a lot ofroom in them and it was stand up only. There was a little window about 6" highand about 12" long that you had to look through to see the screen on the otherside. There was a box that you had to feed quarters into in order to watch themovies. I always put in five dollars worth so that I had plenty of time to enjoymyself and clean up afterward. The movie Iwas starting to watch was very sexy, with a good looking blonde sucking one guywhile another guy was fucking her. I made sure my back was to the door just incase someone opened it by mistake. As I watched, I undid the thirteen buttons onmy navy pants and started stroking my dick. All of a sudden the door opened andI felt someone coming inside and standing very close to me and I heard the doorshut. I quickly pulled the flap up over my hard dick. I could tell that he was abig man and this made me very uncomfortable and a little scared. I did not knowwhat to do, so I just held the flap over me and kept watching the film hoping hewould go away. He kind of had to bend down to look in the window (he was thatbig). He whispered in my ear, asking me if it was a good movie. God, the boothwas so small that his body was touching mine. I pushed myself against the wall,kind of in the corner trying to get away from him. Now my left arm was trappedagainst the wall under the window and my front was pushed against the otherwall. He whispered in my ear again "this looks like a hot one". I nervouslywhispered back "I guess its ok" . I was trying to act natural, but I was startingto shake from fear and from the closeness of this stranger. I knew he had tofeel me shaking as he moved even closer. Then he said "don't worry little man,I'm not going to hurt you. I've seen you in here lots of times. Guess you liketo jack off to these movies, huh?" I was embarrassed and ashamed that he knewwhat I had been doing. I started to sweat and pretended to look at the film, butnot seeing it anymore. I had to get out of here. Then I felt his big hand comearound and lightly grab hold of my crotch. I tried to pull away from him, but Iwas trapped between him and the wall. As he started kneading and playing with mydick he whispered in my ear again " I think you can use a little help with that sweat piece of meat. Don't worry little man, just go with the flow". Just then he reached around with his other hand and grabbed the wrist of the hand that washolding up my flap and put it behind my back, holding it with his other hand. Iwas totally trapped in the corner now as he pulled the flap down and away frommy naked dick. I was scared, but at the same time I was getting strangely turnedon by the way he was taking control of me as he rubbed my dick, making itharder. His hand on my dick was feeling better all the time and I was breathingharder as I started too relaxed against him, letting him have his way with me. Iguess he knew he had me now as he released my wrist and wrapped his arm aroundme pulling me away from the wall. Now he leaned against the door holding metight as he looked over my shoulder at my now very hard 5 1/2" dick beingstroked in his big hand. I could not believe how good it felt. Then, in onemotion, he slid down, turned me around, and took my dick all the way into hiswarm mouth. No one had ever given me a blow job before and it was a wonderfulfeeling. As he worked my dick slowly in and out of his wet mouth, he had itthrobbing with pleasure as I thought to myself, what am I doing? I knew this wasso wrong but, the way he was making me feel, was taking away all my inhibitionsas I felt his big hands grab my ass and pull me deeper into his mouth. My kneeswent weak and my body slumped back against the wall as I pushed my hips towardshim and surrendered myself to that succulent mouth. I felt him undo my pantscompletely, and pulled them to the floor. Now my dick and my ass were totally athis disposal. He grabbed my bare ass cheeks and started squeezing and rollingthem around as he slurped loudly on my, now rock hard dick. He was taking overmy body and I wanted him to do just that. It really turned me on thinking abouthow I was giving myself to a total stranger, and a man at that. It was sodepraved, perverted and wrong, but I was hot and shaking with lust as I thoughtabout how much I liked the way this man was taking control of me. He startedworking his mouth faster and I could feel myself getting ready to explode. Justthen he stopped and took his mouth off of my dick and left me pumping into thinair. He looked up at me and said " you like that little man?" "God yes, Please,Please." He smiled up at me and said that if I wanted to more, I had to tell himthat I was going to be his little slut and come home with him. Before I couldsay anything he had my dick back in his mouth, and as he sucked me, he tied ashoestring around my dick behind my balls. He made sure it was tight and now mydick was harder than it had ever been. Soon he had me moaning so loudly, that Iknew everyone could hear me. At this point, I didn't care about anything exceptthe way he was making me feel. I don't know when, but at some time, he must havespit on his finger, because now my ass hole was wet and I could feel his fingermoving in and out of me. Everything he was doing to me was driving me nuts. Justwhen he had me on the edge again, he stopped. My body was onfire. He stoodup, towering over me, and rubbing my dick and ass hole as he told me that Iwould make a good slut and that we should go to his place now. At this point Iwas more turned on than I had ever been in my life. And being as turned on as Iwas, I told him yes, I would go home with him. He kept my hard dick at fullattention as he told me that I had to tell him that I would be his slut and thatI now belonged to him. I knew that he was right and that I wanted to belong tohim because of the way he was making me feel. I whispered that, yes, I would behis slut and I now belonged to him. He jacked my dick harder and was fingeringmy ass deeper, making me whimper like a girl. Then he said "I want everyone tohear you say it, so speak up my hot little slut." I knew I was losing my mind asI almost yelled it out. I had never felt this humiliated in my life, but at thesame time, I loved the way he was taking control over my mind and body. I couldnot believe that I had just told this giant of a man (very loudly) that I washis slut and belonged to him, He told me to pull up my pants and just buttonenough so that the flap would stay up, then follow him to his apartment. As Ifollowed this big man out of the peep, I just knew that all those men standingaround had heard me offer myself to him. They watched me walk behind him with atent sticking out of my pants and a big wet spot on them. I was humiliated againas I heard someone say "use that slut well". I started wondering, what the hellI am doing. He had to be at least six foot tall and about forty years old. Whatwill he do with me? Hell, he could be taking me somewhere to either beat me upor kill me. I thought about running away, but my hard, tied up dick kept mefollowing. I knew that liked women, but this was all about a different kind ofsex. I was curious, scared, and excited all at the same time. And all I couldthink about is how much I wanted this man to take me where I had never gonebefore and to control and use me. It turned out that he only lived a blockaway. As we walked, he kept turning around and looking at my tented pants andsmiling. Every time he did that, I found myself thinking about how I was aboutto give myself to this stranger and let him take me into uncharted waters. Inever thought I would be offering myself to a man. It was clever the way he hadtied my dick so that it stayed hard and kept me thinking aboutsex. When we gotto his apartment, he held the door open for me. And as I walked in, I heard himshut and lock it. With a strong demanding voice, he then told me to face him andonly look at his crotch and not his face. As I turned, my eyes were dawn to avery large bulge in his pants. He told me to drop the flap on my pants and putmy hands behind my back. Being scared and excited, I resolved myself to do as hesaid. I now realized that there was no turning back and that I was at his mercy.As soon as I exposed myself to him, I put my arms behind my back and locked myfingers tightly together. I was standing there shaking, with my little tied updick hard as a rock and staring at this giant of a man'scrotch. I heard himchuckle as he said " Good little slut boy, you keep doing as I say and I won'thave to hurt you. You are here for my pleasure and you are going to do as I say.Do you understand?" As I noddedmy head yes, I watched him start to rub and squeeze his growing cock. I don'tknow why, but watching his cock getting bigger was turning me on. I thought thatI had come here to get more of the sucking that went on at the peeps. Boy, did Ihave it wrong. I smelled astrand odor and then he put a joint to my lips and told my to inhale deeply. AsI sucked in the strange tasting smoke, I started coughing. God this stuff wasstrong. I had smoked a little weed before, but nothing like this. He justlaughed and said, a few more hits of this and I would be more than ready toservice him. He made me take a few more deep hits and soon my head was reeling.He then told me that this pot, laced with PCP and ecstasy would get me in themood to be a good little cock sucking slut.It was getting hard to stand so when heput his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to a kneeling position in front ofhim, I went along easily. Now my face was just a few inches from his crotch. Iheard him chuckle again as I watched him, thru now blurry eyes, start to undohis pants and slide his zipper down. " Now slutboy, you are going to see what a real man's cock looks like and you are going tolearn how to service it." I started shaking my head no, and told myself that Iwas not gay, but soon my eyes were focusing on the biggest cock I had ever seen.It had to be at least nine inches and not completely hard yet. Sitting there onmy knees and with my hands behind my back, in my drugged mind, I felt myselfbeing draw to it. As if hypnotized, I watched it get bigger right in front of myface and I felt weak as I looked at every inch of it. It was ridged and pulsingwith large veins, the head was swollen and purple and his full balls werehanging low under that hard shaft. I also noticed that the head was slimy withprecum oozing out of it. I found myself in a complete daze as he started rubbingit along my lips. My tongue started automatically licking that strange tastingwetness off of my lips. "You wantthat big cock, don't you slut? You want to worship it and feed from it, don'tyou? TELL ME YOU WANT TO SUCK MY COCK DRY--- NOW!" He wasright, in my drugged mind, I wanted it more than anything. That beautiful cockwas all I could think about and now, I did want to devour it and please him. "God, yes " I found myself saying, " please, may I suck your cock dry." "Good slut,now open those sweet lips and welcome your feeding tubeinside."

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Sunday Morning Laundry


Disclaimer: This story contains adult homosexual consensual sex. Do not read it if it you're a minor, it offends you or violates any laws.

The following story is true.

The summer after my high school graduation had ended and my best buddy and I had moved into the apartment our folks rented for us in the big city. We'd gone to schools at 3 different rural towns but now we were off to college. I wasn't sure what I wanted to study but whatever it was, it would have to be something that would keep me from having to live in a rural town. You see, through my teenaged years, I'd dated a couple girls and made love with them quickly but passionately several times. But deep inside I knew I was really gay. While I could admit it to myself, I couldn't admit it to anyone but my best friend Jimmy. We messed around together as pre-teen boys but it went beyond the normal experimentation. We both knew we enjoyed what we did and relied on each other to provide the sex we wanted. And while we were best friends, we weren't in love with each other. We knew we wanted to go to a big city and feel free to be ourselves at long last. Hiding our sexuality, feeling ashamed of it, feeling we didn't belong, knowing we'd be hated--it had grown tiresome and it was no way to live. To hell with small minds!

We had been going to school and living in our apartment for about 2 months. Life as we'd known it had changed for the better. We couldn't get into bars or clubs, but we'd managed to meet other guys like us, finally able to experience their true sexuality without too much harsh judgment. There were many parties to go to and Jimmy had taken to that life straight away. He loved being out and about and he loved bedding down any cute guy he could.Me? Sure, I'd had some fun. But I soon realized what I really wanted--a real man! An older man, masculine, confident and who at least looked straight. I didn't want boys. And I didn't want old queens either. So I allowed myself some fun so I hit some parties on a Friday night and went home alone. Jimmy, on the other hand, he was a hottie and never short of a warm bed with a willing ass beside him. His weekends were wild and I saw him little. And while he was out again on Saturdays, I was home alone cleaning, shopping, napping and staying up to watch SNL.

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Wanking Outdoors In The Mist


My holiday at the coast was just starting. I'd left the office after work on a Friday evening and travelled over a hundred miles to stay at my parents holiday bungalow which was situated right on the coast. When I left work, it had been sunny and a clear blue sky but as I got nearer to the coast the weather deteriorated and for the last 20 miles or so I was forced to slow down because it had suddenly gone very misty and I was unable to see more than a few feet in front of the windscreen. Also it was now nearly dark, so that didn't help matters. I arrived at the bungalow, unpacked and decided that before I had some supper I'd walk across the field in front of the bungalow to the edge of the cliff and the sea walk.

I put on a light weight coat, although it wasn't all that cold, and went outside, walking a few feet. Then a crazy thought came into my head. It was all so quiet outside because of the deadening effect of the sea mist, and also really still. It seemed as though my bungalow out of the 10 that were adjacent was the only one occupied. The crazy thought was , why not walk to the sea edge naked? After all no one would see me because of the mist.

I went back into the bungalow and took all off my clothes and went outside and closed the door behind me. I started walking across the field in front of the bungalow....wow!! it felt so nice and free to be without any clothes at all!!!.I felt my cock starting to get hard with this feeling of freedom, and I reached down and stroked it....then I stroked my balls...they felt good too...by now I was really hard, but I continued walking to the sea edge, intending to then turn round and walk back again the way I'd just come.

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Gym Flirtation


Jason Hill liked to workout at the gym in the later evening hours. Most times he just had a stressful day at work and the later evening hours, 7-8, was when the gym was quiet. Usually just a few other men and women there.

One night he got there about 6:45 and got on the treadmill for a good run. He noticed another guy there, a guy he hadn't seen before. The other man, his name was Constantine Kephalas, was about the exact physical opposite of Jason. Where Jason was average height, 5'8", Constantine stood around 6'5". Where Jason was light complected, Constantine was dark complected. Jason's chest was smooth with little hair, Constantine's chest was extremely hairy. Maybe it was this reason that the two men noticed each other and began to make eyes from across the room. Jason caught Constantine staring at him more than once and when he met his gaze, Constantine did not look away.

The men said nothing to each other as they went about their work out. Occasionally they would walk past each other and their skin would brush against each other. Jason felt a jolt of electricity run up his spine when he got close to Constantine.

The wordless flirting continued as they both went for a swim. Jason had been shirtless the entire time, but Constantine had been wearing tight shirt. He took it off to jump into the pool and Jason could see exactly how hairy he was. His dick jumped at the sight of the shirtless, hairy man. He suddenly fantasized about running his hands through the hair.

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Trucker Mans Service Boy


Trucker man's `Service boy'

By Nathan Harvey

This is a work of fiction meant to be read for pleasure only.

There is no way to say it other than I am a whore---I am here at this truck stop just outside of Chicago.My duties are to let any and all truckers who want to be serviced use me any and all ways.There is nothing I won't do to give a trucker sexual pleasure. I am well versed in getting fucked, sucking there cocks or asshole or being fisted by them. I am trained to do anything and everything.I work for my master who cares for me.He is a good master. It is not like I never had what most people call a normal life I feel I was lucky to finally discover my true destiny of being a sex slave. Accepting that fact and giving my body to Kelly Sangawitz I asked nothing from him but to fuck me with that wonderful cock of his.I will be forever grateful to him for allowing me to service all those truckers. My joy is that those truckers come in all shapes and sizes and know I am here solely for there pleasure.

Before I'd become a slave and surrendered my identity to become property my name was Duane Collingsworth.I now answer to, `boy, Fagot or slut.My duties are to serve my master in blind obedience in any and all he commands of me.Be it clear to all that I was not forced to become a sex slave.I stay in these my quarters naked and eager for the feel of a truckers ramrod reaming my ass.When business is slow which is not often, my master services me.My sexual need are growing stronger each day with ever fucking I receive. My only thoughts now are, `there are so many truckers and so little time for me to service all of them.'My Master is so pleased with my growing abilities to satisfy so many men in one day that he has begun to advertise my services with a brochure...I am proud of the number of Truckers availing themselves of my service each day and at the rate I am going my master says I will be the best whore in the county. .

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Sex Ondary School


P.S. This is a story furnished by special request from a friend of mine. The two boys in the story are based on actual students at his school but the author doesn't pretend to know their actual sexual preference or if they would actually do what they do in the story. However, this is fiction and is not limited to reality so enjoy it as such and understand that no offense is meant to be given to the boys in the story. )

You and your high school friends Jordan and Michael are on the same soccer team. You've secretly admired their bodies for a long time now, jacking off to the mental pictures of them in the shower after soccer practice.  Jordan has brown hair while Michael has ginger hair, on their heads as well as around their sexy organs. You guesstimate that Jordan's member is about 7 inches from what you can tell and Michael's is a little smaller at 6 inches. You've never seen them stiff before but you figure that your guess is pretty close. A shy inquiry to the boys about their size determines how accurate you are and you're pleased at how well you guessed.

Your soccer team is on the road for the weekend tournament. This means you get to stay at a hotel and you get excited at the prospect of sharing a bed with either Michael or Jordan, or any boy for that matter. Imagine your joy when you learn that you are to share a room with Michael, Jordan, and another cute kid from your team, Sam. You can't wait until later when it's quiet time. If you're lucky, you might to get to watch one of these sexy boys change into their pajamas or who knows? One of them may only wear boxers to bed the way you do.

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One Lucky Slave


My name is Leroy Green.I'm a fairly successful, middle-aged colored guy, happily married with two children, yet I have a secret, private life on the side as a nigger slave.It isn't easy living a double life, in fact it's maddening, nerve-wracking, and at times I feel as though I'll go mad, but I have no choice.

No, that's not true.I had choices and I made them. Although no one will ever read this shameful narrative, I feel compelled to set down into words all that has befallen me.

It all started when I was a sophomore in college.I had intended on spending Thanksgiving with my parents, but had to change my plans at the last minute when I learned they were taking a Caribbean cruise.I was disappointed, but shouldn't have been surprised.

I come from a large family, youngest of a litter of nine, plus half a dozen half-siblings, a few step-brothers and step-sisters and countless cousins. My family never had much time for me.Sometimes I think the happiest day in their life was when I got a scholarship and went away to an out of state college.

Returning to the off-campus apartment that I shared with another student, I walked in upon a startling scene.

Imagine my astonishment when I opened the door and found my roommate Scott and his buddy Mark in a threesome with some black chick on our living room floor. They were both completely naked and the girl was on her back with her plump thighs spread and her big brown titties flopping as Scott fucked her voracious cunt like a jackhammer.Mark was feeding his plump, thickly-veined alabaster shaft in and out of her greedy mouth.

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