‘Well,’ he started as he lit a cigarette. ‘I can tell you this ‘cos you’re queer… gay. And I’ll probably never see you again so what the fuck. I kind of remember Trevor giving me a blow job last night.’
Matt nearly stumbled at the news.
‘Your straight friend?’ he said incredulously. ‘How come?’
‘Ah, we was pissed and stoned on whatever that tab was. Went for a piss and Trev just started looking, then feeling…’ Kevin paused, he had gone red again.
‘Go on,’ Matt encouraged.
‘Then next thing I know he’s sucking me off. I tried to stop him but…’
‘But you enjoyed it?’
‘But I came in his mouth and he didn’t like that much.’
They two men looked at each other and a short silence followed. Then Matt burst into laughter and soon Kevin was doing the same.
‘What?’ the straight guy asked through his laughing. ‘What’s so funny?’
‘Just the way you said it, like it happens every day.’ Matt wiped his eyes and controlled himself a little. ‘Sorry.’
‘Told you, it was the drugs,’ Kevin was still chuckling at the vague memory of Trevor’s face, twisted up in horror after swallowing Kevin’s spunk.
‘Did you like it?’ Matt said, still beaming at his new acquaintance.
‘Yeah,’ said Kevin and all laughter stopped.
Another silence.
‘No,’ Kevin was serious now. ‘No I didn’t, that stuff’s for queers.’
‘And drunk straights by the sound of it.’
‘We was wankered.’
‘You were horny.’
‘I guess.’
‘You tried to stop him?’ Matt wanted to keep this conversation going. He knew he was getting close to discovering something, or at least to getting Kevin to confess something.
‘Yeah, but Trevor’s stronger than me. Besides, when someone’s got your dick in their mouth you’re a bit vulnerable aint you.’
‘It’s a good idea to trust them first,’ Matt agreed. ‘And after this incident? Then what?’
‘Don’t remember getting home, but I woke up…’ Kevin stopped in his tracks as he remembered the morning just gone.
‘Go on.’
‘Nah, it’s alright.’
‘Please.’
‘Nah. Forget it.’
Matt took hold of Kevin’s arm and sat him down. They were on the top of a dune overlooking the weird, lunar landscape around them. Far away was the sea, behind them the island of Gran Canaria shimmered in a heat haze. Matt took some sun block from his pocket and started rubbing it across his exposed flesh while Kevin finished his cigarette. As he covered himself Matt asked, ‘do you want to tell me?’
‘No,’ Kevin replied flatly.
‘Are you sure?’
‘No, actually.’
‘There you go again!’
‘What?’
Matt laughed some more and shook his head. But Kevin didn’t seem to appreciate this and so Matt turned to face him and became serious.
‘There you go again being contradictory. You’re not gay but you didn’t want to let go of my hand and you just came in your best mate’s mouth. You don’t want to tell me what’s troubling you but you start and then stop. Just get it out in the open, it’ll make you feel better. As you say, you’ll probably never see me again. And, if you want, once you’ve told me what’s on your mind I’ll bugger off and that’ll be the end of it.’
Kevin looked at him with a strange expression, like he didn’t believe what had just been said to him.
‘Are you a school teacher by any chance?’ he said mockingly.
‘No, why?’
‘Cos you sound like one.’
‘Sorry,’ said Matt and smiled, this guy must have known some pretty broad minded teachers. ‘Tell you what, I’ve got a secret too. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.’ Feeling like a school kid rather than a school teacher he offered his sun lotion.

Kevin took it, examined his arms that were turning pink, and started applying it. After a few strokes he stopped, looked at Matt then back at his task and sighed heavily; resigned.

Dean threw a towel over his shoulder and stomped into the communal showers. His team had lost the afternoon game and he was pissed off. He had missed a conversion and because of that his team had failed. No one was talking to him and he felt wretched. He thumped the silver button on the wall and the shower burst into  action . It was cold to start with but he hardly felt it. Once it started to warm him though he began to feel better and the mud slid easily from him as he scrubbed himself down with soap. No one else was in the shower, he was in disgrace and they were in the communal bath. He longed to be in there with them, drinking beer and releasing the tensions of the game with body grabbing horseplay but it was not to be.He heard someone enter the lock up next door as he opened his mouth wide and tasted the salty escape of pre-cum on his lips. The head forced his jaw apart as it crammed into his mouth and he knew he wouldn’t be able to take Stuart’s full length. No matter how much he wanted to show the boy that he really did care for him he knew it would be impossible. He had tried the other night without success. He swallowed as he felt the inches invade his mouth and the head started to block the back of his throat. He longed to feel the thick mat of pubes against his face but knew he would never reach them. Stuart was pushing in but there was nowhere for the meat to go. He swallowed again and put his hands on the boy’s hips to steady himself. The head was beyond his tongue and he could feel it warm the back of his throat where it pressed, causing him to gag. He relaxed his throat and found he was able to take more in that way, but still it would not all fit. Stuart pushed further and Dean gasped for breath around it as he swallowed once more. And then there was the glorious feel of silky young hair against his eyelids and the wrinkled ball sack against his chin.
Through the large hands that were gripping his ears he could hear his team mates in the room beyond but he had no time for them now. He was attending to Stuart and he was all that mattered. The other guy was withdrawing his cock and Dean was able to release his throat to allow it to move. Then it was slowly pushed back in again and he felt his saliva dribble from the corner of his mouth as it was forced out by the weight of the long flesh. Stuart’s arse cheeks were tightening and relaxing with each movement as the thrusting picked up speed. Dean gripped them tighter for support and to show his pleasure as Stuart held his head still and fucked his mouth. The team were swearing and he could hear them flicking their towels and grabbing each other’s balls outside. But their voices became muffled, like he was hearing them from underwater as the pleasure he was giving became the only focus in his mind. The pumping was increasing in intensity and Dean tried to reach down to his own cock which now pressed painfully against the material of his jock strap. He flicked his cock free and started hammering it with one hand while pushing Stuart further into his mouth with the other.

I had a real passion for motorcycles, especially dirt
bikes. But it wasn’t until I’d graduated from high school
that my grandfather, a hard-core motorcycle enthusiast, bought
me a dirt bike against my parent’s wishes. I was hell on
wheels, developing a real hard-on for the feel of all that
power rumbling between my legs. I put 1,500 miles on the
odometer in the first week. By the end of the second week, I
had totaled the bike and laid myself up with two broken arms
and a broken ankle.
When I came home from the hospital, my parents had made
arrangements for an attendant to care for me. As you might
imagine, my condition rendered me quite helpless. I required
far more attention than their busy careers would allow for.
Jay was a medical student at a nearby university and
perfect for the job. He was neat, clean, experienced and
incredibly attractive. I fell in love the minute I laid eyes
on his tall, slender frame. The guy was drop-dead gorgeous
and proudly displayed one of the largest, most beautiful
bulging baskets I’d ever seen. I was glad to be out of the
hospital. I had been poked, prodded and stripped of all
dignity. I had been humiliated beyond the tolerance of my
rather shy endurance. Home had never looked so good. I was
eager to place myself in the care of Jay’s tender, loving
arms.
Beyond the fact that my numerous injuries had strictly
limited my capabilities, I felt remarkably well. Well enough
for the sight of Jay to remind me that it had been two long
weeks since I’d last gotten my rocks off. For a horny young
guy, two weeks seemed like an eternity!
From dawn to dusk, Monday through Saturday, my parents
worked, leaving Jay and me alone in the house. First thing
every morning I had to piss. Jay would accompanied me to the
bathroom, pulled down my boxer shorts and for a brief moment,
stared affectionately at my half-hard cock. I couldn’t piss
with Jay watching. He always waited just outside the door
for me to call him when I had finished.
Later in the morning was bath time. In preparation for
my bath, Jay stripped me naked. I was thrilled to detect a
glint of pleasure in his green eyes. My cock tingled
restlessly and I knew then and there I was going to get a
boner. My demanding young cock had been ignored far too
long. Jay was far too attractive. My manhood was going to
demand satisfaction, it was inevitable.
I’m not one to brag, but the truth is I’m endowed quite
well, well above average. I had always been a little self-
conscious about the size of my cock. It being so big , it
had always seemed to draw a great deal of attention. Jay made
no attempt to conceal the fact he, too, had a difficult time
taking his eyes off my now-expanding organ. His obvious
attraction to my naked man-flesh fueled my desires to a new
height.
Jay washed me from head to toe, putting off washing my
cock until last. When he finally got to it, he took his
time, rubbing it with the warm, soapy washcloth. I don’t
think he realized just how horny I was. I was so fucking
turned on I could barely control my urge to blow a load into
the washcloth!
I wanted Jay to give me a sign, anything that would let
me know he wouldn’t be offended if I ejaculated into his
hands. The sign never came, so neither did I.
Jay seemed quite nervous and quickly finished. There
was no doubt he had enjoyed my bath almost as much as I had.
The timid bulge in the crotch of his pants had become
immensely larger. His hands trembled as he dressed me. I
couldn’t help wondering what it would be like having his big
cock in my mouth. I’d messed around a couple of times with
another guy, jacking off, rubbing each other’s asses, but I’d
never tasted cock. That’s not to say I’d never been tempted.
I fantasized about chewing on a big, dick all the time.
Jay disappeared for quite some time. I was convinced he
was off somewhere beating his meat. I hated him for leaving
me in such a desperate state of necessity. I had a fierce
yearning and was willing to do anything to appease my
distress.
When Jay returned he was calm, cool and collected,
striking up a conversation of small talk. He was a hard guy
to figure out. I knew I turned him on. I had drooled over
his stiff cock pressing out against the front of his pants.
He had held my throbbing prick in his hands. Something was
holding him back. I had to figure out what that something
was before I lost my fucking mind.
Later that evening, after dinner, a persistent cramping
in my belly urged me to the bathroom. I had held it as long
as I could. I had to shit, and shit bad.
My parents were both home and busy as usual. It was Jay
who perched me up on the ivory throne. As far as my parents
were concerned, he was the one who was hired to do the dirty
work.
When I’d finished, I called to Jay. Jay helped me to my
feet and leaned me slightly forward. This time my cock
didn’t get hard. I was too embarrassed to think about sex.
Jay pulled the cheeks of my slender as apart and whisked away
the unsightly residue. There was nothing the least bit
erotic about it until Jay, having thoroughly cleansed me, ran
a finger up and down the crack of my ass.
“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” Jay said,
“but you’ve got a great butt.”
I turned and looked at him. He was blushing. “Why
would I take it the wrong? I’m glad you think so.” Jay
smiled, pulled up my shorts and flushed the toilet.
The next day, as Jay prepared for my bath, my cock got
rock hard. As he undressed me, he looked me dead in the eye
and smiled as if to taunt me. He had to know I was in agony.
His lack of compassion was beginning to disappoint me. What
the hell did I have to do, beg? Hell, I was ready to blow
him and consume his load in exchange for a simple hand-job.
This time, as Jay got ready to wash my stiff, aching
cock, I decided not to just lie there. As he wrapped the
warm, soapy washcloth around my nine-and-half-inch boner, I
sighed softly. “That sure feels good.”
“I’ve noticed you seem to like it,” Jay replied. I nodded. “I’m so horny my balls feel like they’re
going to explode.” Jay sat the washcloth aside and used his
hand to finish washing my dick and balls.
“I guess it has been awhile since you’ve been able to
jack off,” said Jay, tightening his fist around my wet,
slippery organ.
“I guess I never realized before just how much I beat
off,” I answered. “I probably do it a lot more than I
should.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” said Jay, as his
fingers began sliding up and down the length of my bulging
cylinder.

It was a warm summer night I was outside with my friends playing a simple game of capture the flag near a marine base outside town, I took a wrong turn in the path and accidentally stumbled into the marine training base. I thought I could turn around and leave without getting caught. I turned around and that’s when he grabbed me–a beautiful 6 ft 1 inch Marine, wearing his camies. He had beautiful blue eyes and coal black hair. He took me to his hut and tied me up like a prisoner.
It was 2 hours later, I was still tied up getting very hard just thinking about him. I knew that my friends wouldn’t look for me and that they ran home and probably forgot I was even there. The Marine came back in and said, “Hi, my name is Cory. I told him my name was Ken. He said, “Hi Ken, nice to meet you.” I said, “Nice to meet you too.”
When he said that I knew he knew I wasn’t a Marine, my body heat was rising and so was my cock. I stared at his beautiful muscles and worked my way down to his beautiful bulge in his pants. He asked me if I had ever been with a man before. I told him with a little frog in my throat, way no, I haven’t. He stood up and said, “Call me sir!” I said,”Yes sir!” from that point on. My 7 inch cock was harder than a rock. He told me that he had never been with another guy either and asked me if I wanted to fuck him. I said yes. I knew he was getting hard. He came behind me and untied my ropes, so I could be free to move. He grabbed me and kissed me so hard and deep, I thought I was going to explode right there on the spot. He took his hands and rubbed my hard cock as he kissed my neck. He told me to follow him. I wasn’t going to say no, so I did.
We ended up in a small shack about 2 miles from the base. He wasn’t wasting any time. He started to take off my paints and then he took of my shirt. I was standing there in my underwear with a huge hard on. He got down to his knees and pulled my underwear off by his teeth. He started to lick all around my hard cock before taking it all in his mouth. I knew I was going to explode. I started to make slight grunting noises, and he knew that, so he stopped and told me to undress him.
I said, “Yes sir.” I took off his camouflage jacket and then I took off his green shirt and started to kiss his perfect abs and nipples. Then I got down on my knees and undid his paints. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his 8 in cock was sticking straight up in the air. I grabbed it and just took it all in my mouth, sucking it, slurping and circling my tongue all around it. I took my right finger and rubbed it in between his butt cheeks,
While I sucked on his cock, he told me to lay on my back. So without even questioning him, I said, “Yes sir.” He lifted my legs up in the air and he got my asshole wet with his finger and some spit from his mouth. He then told me this might hurt. He inched his 8 inches up my tight ass. I thought I was going to cry, it hurt so bad. Then he got it all in me and started to fuck me hard. The pain started to go away and a fantastic feeling came over my body.
I stared into his eyes and watched him grunt. It made me want to explode. All of the sudden, he pulled his cock out of my asshole and shot a load all over my body, making orgasmic grunts that made me go nuts. His cum was so warm, and he shot so much, it looked like someone had dumped shampoo over my body. I was laying there in ecstasy. He then took my cock into his mouth and told me to cum hard, so he started sucking real hard. It didn’t take long. I shot the biggest load into is mouth and he almost choked on it trying to get all down. I never felt that kind of feeling before in my life. When I was finished, he gave me a great big kiss and told me to never come down here again, because I might have to capture you again.

Matt walked on through the crowded street. He’d noticed the tall, slim guy staring at him and it made him feel uncomfortable. He recognised the look too and knew what the guy’s expression meant. He had seen him staring at the airport, had had the run in with the fat friend on the plane and now, only a few hours after arriving on Canaria the guy was watching him again. And it unnerved Matt. ..He was lying naked on a beach, a deserted, sandy beach. He was the only person there. The sun was going down but the day had been hot and the evening was going to be warm. As he lay he saw the sky turning from clear blue to a dusty shade of orange. The sea had been whipped up by a wind all day but had now fallen quiet, flat and still it lay before him darkening. He lifted his head from his towel and looked at it along the length of his body. He could see his chest, smooth and flat, his skin slightly reddened by the day’s sun. He could see his cock lying to one side, resting on his upper leg, flaccid but thick and he could feel his balls hanging far below. The dark red hair that grew around there contrasted with the deep blue sea beyond his feet. He felt the last rays on the sun play across his body and felt content to lie there naked to the elements, safe and secure
But something was missing. What would happen if.He heard a voice. Softly spoken but uneducated and with a hard, east end accent.
‘Aint kissed another bloke before,’ the figure said. ‘But I want to kiss you.’
Matt said nothing, just waited.
‘Can I kiss you mate?’
‘Yes,’ Matt whispered back.
‘I want to kiss you.’
Matt waited for the touch of his lips on his own. Still it did not come. He felt the weight of the other guy on his body and sensed the growing firmness of both their cocks that lay flattened between them. But the other guy was holding himself up, taking the weight, allowing Matt to be comfortable.
‘I want to do more than kiss you,’ the lad said. Matt said nothing, allowing him to go on. ‘I want to kiss you on the lips and then down your chest. I want to taste your nipples and lick your chest. Can I do that?’
‘Yes,’ Matt whispered.
‘And I want to do other things, but you’ll have to show me.’
‘What do you want to do?’
Matt had opened his eyes and he saw the expression. The guy was not the tough, straight looking lout he had been before. He was now scared, vulnerable and confused. It was like he was expecting Matt to reject him at any moment. He was waiting to be pushed away. But that was not going to happen.
‘What will you let me do?’ the lad asked.
‘What do you want to do?’ Matt repeated.
‘I want to touch your cock. I want to see what if feels like, want to hold it in my hand and see how warm it is. And I want to….’ He swallowed. Matt could feel him shaking.
‘Go on,’ he said softly.
‘I wanna play with it. I wanna… taste it. Will you let me see what it tastes like?’
‘Sure.’
‘Will you let me put it in my mouth? Please.’
‘Sure.’
Matt could feel the lad’s cock pressing hard into his own, he could feel their nipples pushing at each other, proud and strong. And he could feel the other guy’s nervousness through his dry voice.‘I want to taste your bollocks,’ the lad went on and Matt could see his eyes start to dampen. Were those tears? ‘I want to burry my face in your crotch, I want you to fuck my face and choke me with this cock I can feel. I want to taste you as you come in my mouth. And then I want to swallow it, lick it off you and drink all of you inside me.
‘Are you sure you want to do these things?’‘I dunno, I want to. And….’‘What?’‘Will you do them to me an’ all?’ 

They were a pleasant couple, in their twenties, obviously from somewhere like South London judging by their accents and on holiday. They’d come to the café where I was working and always sat outside at a table in the sun. But we don’t often get English speaking visitors to the remote area I now live in and they were keen to chat and find out about the place they were visiting, from ‘a local’. The village where I live and work is high up in the mountains, the main tourist resorts are down on the coast but occasionally more intrepid holidaymakers choose to stay up in the mountains and forgo the beaches and night clubs.‘Here we go,’ I said, my professional voice returning. ‘What I want you to do Mark, is this: put one foot up on the edge of the bath and start to undo your boots. That’s it, look this way. Turn a little away from me.’
This movement accentuated the shape of his arse, his football shorts pulled tight around it.
‘You’re a soccer star just off the field. You’re gunna take a bath, get yourself ready for a night on the town with the girls, o.k.?’
‘Sure.’
‘So, undo the lace, take the boot off and drop it, that’s it. Now, change sides and do the same with the other. Let me get a close up.’
I crouched down in front of him and pointed the camera to his foot. His hands were trembling on his Doc Marten boot, grey from street dust.
‘Relax,’ I reminded him. ‘Let the dope do its work and let yourself go. You just won the game, no need to be nervous.’
‘Sorry mate.’
I panned out. In the view finder I could just see the hem of his shorts. I tilted upwards and snapped the front. No bulge, nothing showing. A dead shot. I stood back a little.
‘O.k., now the fun part. Lean over and turn the shower on. It’s the knob there.’‘And think Mark. Think what you want to happen next. What does she do to you? What do you want to happen now?’
All the time my camera was clicking away, I had over one hundred shots now, there was nothing left to photograph apart from his cum, and I knew that was not far away. I put the camera to one side and stepped forward.
‘Tell me Mark, tell me what happens next.’
I could see that he was fucking is tight arse with a finger behind him, his hips were thrust forward and he was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth over his fat, purple head. His mouth was open slightly, water running in and trickling out. His eyes still shut.
‘Suck me,’ he whispered.
‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied.
‘Suck me,’ he said it louder.
‘I can’t hear you.’
‘Please, suck me! Someone suck my cock.’
I stepped into the bath. The warm water immediately soaked my clothes. I put one arm around him, and turned off the shower.
His eyes snapped open. They were inches away from mine, our bodies touching. I could feel his fist as it pumped on his shaft and banged against my belly,
Without saying a word I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to his knees.
‘You first,’ I said.

whoa. had amazing sex this morning. had just sat down at compy with my first coffee, checking email and i recieved a message from this guy. told me he liked to have ‘lost boys’ over to his place and make them serve him. instantly any plans i had for the day went out the window. when he responded the second time he gave me all the details as to where he was and asked how long it could be before i got there. sweet!
from his pics i thought he was very attractive and to my surprise when i got there he was a bit of a geek (heaven). the geekiness continued, he told me he wasn’t really familliar with domination but he was really *excited* about it. i didn’t realize it was going to be about domination but i think i started getting hard right then and there… a geek wants to dominate me. he was definetly excited as i grabbed at his cock and it was already rock hard.
he told me to take off my clothes and i did. then he barked at me for touching myself, i could only do that if i was a ‘good boy’ and when he told me so. then he told me to take off his pants, being the good boy that i am i did and then folded them nicely and placed them on his chair. i played with his cock a bit with my through his underwear and then went to take off his underwear, he told me i hadn’t been told to take off his underwear and to go back to what i was doing. i swear i breathed in every inch of those underwear until he told me i could take them off and put his dick in my mouth.
my gag reflex was unfortunately working and he directed me not to choke myself on his dick. had me licking his balls and i was working towards his ass. for the first time in what seems like forever i rimmed someone. none of this pansy ass tentative rimming either, i was right in there. he started referring to himself as daddy at this point (daddy likes the way you lick his ass) and to me as slut boy. SLUT BOY! told me to take off his socks and then started shoving his face all over my face and in my mouth. catches me playing with myself and reprimands me. grabs his dick and says he won’t fuck me if he sees me touching myself again. i say yessir and he stands up and starts force feeding me his cock. now i can take it all. he fucks my face crazy. tears rolling down my face, ny nose clogging up and not able to touch myself!
he forces me into a doggy position on the floor and his bed. rubs his cock all over my back telling i’m a good boy and a slut boy. goes to his desk and i hear him put on a condom. comes back to me and i make sure he has put a condom on. then he starts fucking me. stroking me gently and then going all out crazy on my ass. back and forth between good boy and slut boy. he tells me he can go on like this for hours and i believe him. he stops and asks if i’m ok, i say i could use a break sir and i run to the bathroom to pee. he comes in and cleans his dick in front of me telling me he wants me to suck on him again.
he sets himself up in his chair and i sit on the bed sucking on his dick. he’s got his legs on the bed and is lifting himself up off the chair and i’m stroking his ass. one of those moments that i think will be frozen in time for me. everything seemed perfect, if he had allowed me to touch myself i would have been done. i could tell he was getting close himself when he told me if i kept going he wouldn’t be able to fuck me again. dammit i wanted to have him fuck me again but i really wanted to make him cum again. i slowed down but didn’t stop.
‘good boy wants a load in his face?’ he says and i think ‘i want you to shove that cock down the back of my throat and dump your load into me’. he pushed my face off his dick and i jerked him off. just a little shot at first and i was kinda of disappointed and then all of a sudden he let out this moan. a great big burst leapt out of him and then a whole bunch of shots. the big one had landed on his shoulder, the rest were showered all over him and the floor. none on me. no phone number.
on a totally different note. saw the last sex and the city and they used *my song* for the very end. you got the love by the source featuring candi stanton. it was the now voyager mix they used. that version came out 1995 or 96, i first started playing the track in 91 or 92 and in particular it was the erens bootleg mix. seek it out. as far as i’m concerned sex and the city *jumped the shark* years ago but hey, great tune.