Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

"Do you still...ungh...wanna get fucked...unf...by the neighbor?" Parker asked between thrusts.

"Yes." Brighton panted, feeling Parker's hips slam into him from behind. "I want him to fuck me."

"Let's...invite...him over. Tomorrow." Parker moaned.

"Yeah...okay..." Brighton whined.

A few more thrusts and Parker was cumming inside Brighton's ass. Both boys moaned as Parker unloaded, his hips firmly against Brighton's ass cheeks. "Fuuuuuck." Parker moaned.

As soon as he was done cumming, Parker pulled out of Brighton's ass and helped him flip onto his back. Parker had been planning something, and it was a perfect opportunity to put his plan into motion. He quickly squirted some lube onto Brighton's stiff cock, and straddled him.

"What are ya..." Brighton asked, to no reply. Parker reached back to grab Brighton's cock, slowly lowering himself onto it. He gasped when Brighton's head pierced him, but he pushed forth, settling his ass down around Brighton's cock.

"Fuck, bro!" Brighton moaned. Parker began riding Brighton, his own still-hard cock bouncing off Brighton's stomach. "Fuck, bro!" Brighton moaned again, louder.

Parker bucked on his best friend's pretty cock, enjoying the sensation of its hardness in his ass. He'd been wanting to bottom more, to get used to it. He wanted to get comfortable with doing anything and everything if they were going to share their bed with other men. He didn't want it to become imbalanced; what if Brighton fucked a man and rarely, if ever, fucked him? Parker wanted it even. He also thoroughly enjoyed bottoming when it did happen.

Brighton held Parker's hairy thighs as Parker rode his cock. The two boys moaned with pleasure even as Parker's dick softened; it didn't matter. Parker's hands glided up and down Brighton's washboard abs and muscular chest. It wasn't long before Brighton was ready.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, bro!" he yelped.

"Cum! Cum in me!" Parker urged, bucking a bit harder.

Brighton whined, winced, and began shooting inside Parker's ass as it clamped around his hard cock. Shot after shot filled his buddy up, and Brighton even thrust upward a few times. With that, they were spent. Parker remained impaled on Brighton's cock for some time. He could feel it throbbing inside him. Parker sat there long enough that Brighton's cock eventually softened enough to slip out on its own. They both grunted a bit when that happened.

Parker laid down next to Brighton, and they kissed a bit as they started to cuddle naked. Each looking forward to having Ryan over.

 

[Brian S]

Krieg and the boys had met with Ajax to talk about recording in his studio. Having been their guitarist at one time, Ajax was familiar with their repertoire. The boys got caught up and reminisced over old times before Ajax suggested they get started. The first song they wanted to record, obviously, was "My Cock".

Dog, Lance, and Dakota laid down their tracks separately, and finally it came time for Krieg's vocals. All five boys were in the control room when Krieg pulled off his shirt.

"I wanna be naked when I lay down the vocals to this." he said.

"Obviously." Ajax replied, agreeing with the idea. Of course this wouldn't be the first time Ajax saw Krieg's cock, and it wouldn't be the last.

Krieg stripped naked quickly and padded barefoot into the live room. All of the other boys could see him through the large sound-proof window, as he stood himself in front of the mic.

"Ready?" Ajax asked into his own mic once it looked like Krieg was settled. Krieg nodded, and Ajax counted him in, starting the instrumental.

A certain sense of elation washed over Dog, Lance, and Dakota, as they watched and listened to Krieg singing. Things were looking up, even more than they already had been. They'd eventually have an album! They could have merch; something to sell at concerts.

Eight male eyeballs watched Krieg moan his way through "My Cock". Krieg lost himself in the song, feeling the same elation the other were. He lightly ran his own palm over his pecs, his fingertips grazing his pierced nipples. Downward he slid, over his stomach and towards his trimmed pubic hair. At first, he slid his hand down the front of his leg, narrowly missing his cock. But after he slid it back upwards, he moved it down again, sliding the open palm directly down his shaft.

Krieg could feel his cock beginning to throb even before he touched it. After he touched it, there was no doubt that he was going to get hard. He only touched it the once, but it started to stiffen. The other four men watched and listened from the control room. They could see Krieg's cock throbbing itself hard, steadily. His foreskin began to retract even further, exposing more of his head. Within a short time, Krieg was fully hard, standing there naked, singing a song about his cock. He was about 3/4 of the way through when he got his erection, and shortly after that he began touching it; stroking it slightly.

"Jesus." Dog muttered, turned on. The four were just in awe.

When Krieg was done, he stepped back into the control room, naked and hard. "Well?" he asked, laughing a bit.

"Ok first of all, that was hawt." Dog said.

"It was really fuckin' good." Ajax said. "I wanna play the vocals back to you and see if you can spot a difference in some of your performance."

"Okay." Krieg shrugged. Ajax started the vocal track, and they all listened intently. Dog, Lance, and Dakota all knew exactly what Ajax was getting at, but Krieg needed to hear it for himself. They listened to most of it when Ajax interjected.

"This is where you're starting to get hard." The vocals continued and Ajax said, "Here's full erection...and...here's where you start touching it."

The difference was undeniable to Krieg; his vocals were sexier after he got hard. He was fully lost, fully immersed in it by then.

"Yeah, they sound much...hornier..." Krieg laughed.

"They do. Know what I think?" Ajax asked.

"What's that?"

"I think you should do it again."

"What, and be hard the whole time?" Krieg asked.

"Stroke your cock the whole time." Ajax corrected.

"It's six minutes long, I'll nut!" Krieg laughed.

"Then nut." Ajax shrugged.

Krieg looked at his bandmates who all nodded or had expressions of approval in their eyes. His cock had gone mostly soft, so Krieg began to yank it in front of everyone.

"Yea-ha!" Dog squealed with glee. Krieg rolled his eyes, but jerked himself hard as he returned back to the live room.

Ajax counted him in again, and Krieg began slowly stroking as the instrumental started. The other boys noticed a marked difference in Krieg's vocals from the get go. Krieg moaned the song, stroking his cock as he did so. He sounded more and more turned on as the song went on, and he felt some precum building at the end of his head. Everyone else watched him, enraptured, their own cocks not exactly soft in their pants.

Krieg's slow strokes increased in pace as he neared the bridge of the song. He didn't let up, throwing his pleasure moans into his vocals, making them drip with sex. His balls bounced as he picked up the pace yet again. Nearing the end of the song, Krieg could feel it building inside him. He moaned the last few lyrics and was finally done, but subsequently began to cum. Ajax's mic picked up Krieg's orgasm noises, recording them. Krieg pumped his cock as cum flew out onto the floor. He'd been too close to stop, so he went with it.

Once he was emptied, Krieg looked up at the four guys in the control room and let out a smile.

"That's the fucking take right there!" Ajax said into the mic. "We're all fucking chubbed in here!"

 

[Brian S]

Ian's buddy Zack was moving to town, so he and Ian found a place to rent together. It was a small house; nothing fancy. They spent a weekend moving in, and by Sunday night, all their stuff was at the new place. It still needed unpacked, but at least it was moved. The two boys retreated to their own rooms to make some sense of their things. They both had to work Monday morning, so the goal was to get necessities squared away. Ian stripped down to his light blue boxerbriefs as he worked on finding clothes and toiletries.

About half an hour passed before Zack came into Ian's room, wearing just a pair of red and white plaid boxers. "Found the weed!" he laughed.

"Ugh, need a break anyway." Ian moaned. The two sat on the end of Ian's bed, taking turns with the pipe. The fly to Zack's boxers was puckered open some, and Ian found himself looking inside. He could see just a tease of Zack's cock.

Neither of the boys had talked about how they'd jacked off together a few weeks prior, but Ian wanted to talk about it. Well, he didn't want to talk about it in the sense of hashing it through. He just wanted to let Zack know he wasn't bothered by it, and perhaps open the door for more. He had no idea how to go about that. He didn't know how Zack felt about it, and didn't want to risk coming off as a perv to his long time friend. Ian didn't feel gay at all, he just felt there was little reason for modesty between them. Ever since they had jacked off together, Ian felt just that much closer to Zack. He wondered if Zack felt the same way.

Zack did. While he wasn't necessarily clamoring to do it again, the situation hadn't bothered him as much as he thought it might. He wasn't ashamed of beating off with Ian, but he also didn't think he'd go out of his way to make it happen again. Perhaps, should the situation present itself again, he'd go along with it. Zack did know that he preferred to be in his underwear, or less, and he hoped Ian wouldn't think that was odd. Once they got sufficiently high, Zack brought it up.

"Hey man...I don't wanna come off sounding gay or nothing, but..." he started.

Ian found himself hoping that Zack would bring up jacking off.

Zack didn't, but continued, "Like, I think just to avoid some awkward shit or whatever, we should establish like...ground rules or something."

"Yeah, cool. What're you thinking?" Ian asked.

"I mean, I figure...with our rooms right next to each other and the bathroom across the hall...I figure, you know, shit's gonna happen."

"Yeah." Ian agreed.

"And like, I fuckin' hate wearing clothes. So I guess...like...what's our policy gonna be?" Zack asked.

Ian shrugged. "I just say it's like...fuckin' whatever. Ya know? We've seen each other's shit. Long as you don't come fuckin' teabag me in the middle of the night, I'd say we're good." Ian laughed.

"You wish!" Zack said, laughing too. "In all seriousness though, I just don't, like...give a shit, I guess? Like oh no, you've seen me in my underwear!" he said in a fake shocked tone.

"Exactly, man. Or like, if we have to piss in the middle of the night, just seems stupid to have to put something on just to be like, fake modest." Ian said.

"Yeah, man. Agreed. So basically we'll just, like, play it fuckin' casual." Zack said.

"Yeah." Ian shrugged.

What they didn't realize is that the very next morning, their pact would come into play. Ian had gotten up on time, did his morning routine. He showered, and was standing at the sink in the bathroom naked, brushing his teeth. Zack burst in naked as well, bleary eyed, hair askew. "I'm so fuckin' late!" he announced.

Ian noticed Zack's cock was about half hard as Zack turned on the shower. Ian went about his routine in the bathroom as Zack took a fast shower. As Ian was in his room getting dressed for work, Zack streaked by, from the bathroom to his own room. His cock was now soft but flopping like crazy in his haste. Ready to go, Ian popped his head into Zack's room to see if there was anything he could do to help him get ready. He looked in just in time to see Zack pulling boxers up over his flopping cock. "Can I help you out man? Something I can do?" he asked.

"Just, like, make sure my wallet and keys and shit are on the kitchen counter?" Zack asked, as he bounced around into his jeans. Ian couldn't help but notice the floppage, and the slight fly pucker of Zack's cheap boxers.

"Will do, man." he said. He went to the kitchen and found Zack's things, put them all together. Soon, Zack came out fully dressed, aside from his shirt, which he was starting to pull over his head.

"Thanks, man." Zack said as he stuffed his wallet in his back pocket.

Ian looked down, seeing Zack's zipper open. "Your fly is like, all the way down." Ian laughed.

"Shit." Zack said, chuckling. "Thanks. Can't be late to my first day AND walk in with my dick hanging out." he laughed. "See ya bro." he said, zipping his pants up on the way out the door.

Ian didn't understand why that whirlwind of nudity was so titillating to him, but it was.

 

[deleted1245896]

Great story man

 

[Allen67]

Does anyone have pics of who they imagine the characters are? Im imagining Krieg as like Ellis Lacy from X-Factor.

It would be nice to have a visual of how the author imagines his characters. Brian, can you help us??

 

[Sailingbear]

Does anyone have pics of who they imagine the characters are? Im imagining Krieg as like Ellis Lacy from X-Factor.

I think Ellis has too many tats, rest of him is right, just needs half the art work.

 

[Brian S]

Dustin crept up to Patrick's bedroom window. He'd been driving by and caught a glimpse of a naked Patrick through the well-lit glass; no curtains or blinds. Naturally, he pulled over and darted through Patrick's dark yard to get a better look.

Inside, Patrick was just lying down for a wank. His cock was already mostly hard, and he spat in his palm to work it even harder. Dustin watched Patrick's arm flex as he worked his thick cock, mesmerized by how hot Patrick was. He undid his own belt, followed by his pants, the weight of the belt yanking those pants to the ground immediately. Dustin was left in his light blue bikini underwear, groping himself. That didn't last long, however, as he soon shucked those down as well and began to work on his own cock while watching Patrick work his.

Earlier, Patrick had tried to put his newest plan into action: to saunter into that all-night gas station buck naked. However, he found his target wasn't working, so he simply came home to jack off. As he manipulated his own cock, he thought about the Asian store clerk, and wondered how big his cock was, what he liked to do, tried to think about what it'd be like to fuck his face. He spat in his hand some more, watching his own dick as he stroked it. The fingers on Patrick's left hand played with his nipples, then slid down his naked body to fondle his balls.

Dustin stroked his hard cock, taking it all in. He thought of little other than Patrick's thick cock, wondering a bit what it would feel like to get fucked by him. When Patrick fondled his balls, Dustin fondled his balls too. He looked around to ensure nobody could see him. He wasn't too nervous - it was 2:30 in the morning and Patrick lived at the end of a dark street, with few other houses around. After groping his balls, Dustin began to suck on one of his own fingers, tasting the slight saltiness that had rubbed off onto his fingertips. He wanted to suck Patrick's cock, but the finger would have to do for now.

Patrick's thoughts shifted to his conquests - Jackson, Rhett, Ben, his coworker Gabe...anyone he'd seen naked or fucked. Thoughts of Ryan crept in. Though he tried not to think of Ryan, it was tough; he still wanted him. He'd put Ryan out of his mind for some time, but it was difficult to erase a 7-year crush just like that. Had he been too hard on Ryan? Had he let jealousy dictate his actions? If he was honest with himself, he hated working for the big car lot, and he yearned to go back to the way things were - with Ryan, with his job, with everything.

What an idiot. Just cuz I didn't get to be the first one... I coulda been the second. Or the third. Or...who cares, I coulda gotten to be with him finally. Fucking FINALLY. But no, you'd rather be butthurt about it...can't admit that Ryan might have a sex life apart from you...sure do got a fuckin' ego on ya, don't ya? Yeah, well, that's my MO. That's who I am. And I'm shitty with apologies. Shitty with setting the fuckin' ego aside for once...

Even as Patrick mentally chided himself, he thought of Ryan's nude body, of his cock. Of all the times he did get to suck Ryan off. He continued to stroke, feeling a bit of precum welling up at his head. Dustin was precumming too, his bare ass exposed to the night.

Patrick felt it welling up inside him; he knew it wouldn't be long. Dustin watched Patrick's chest as it began to heave. He knew he was going to cum soon too, and hoped Patrick would hurry - he wanted to see Patrick cum before he did. He got his wish.

Patrick moaned, which Dustin couldn't hear, and his chest heaved a bit more as he stroked himself feverishly. A few moments later, Patrick began to shoot on himself; his cum splattering onto his torso, in his chest hair. Dustin lost his load at the same time, hitting the side of Patrick's house. The two men came together, even if one of them didn't know it.

Dustin stuck around long enough to watch Patrick get out of bed, roaming the room naked. His hard, thick cock wagged in front of him, dripping the end of his orgasm onto the carpet. Dustin held his cock as it throbbed, until Patrick lit a cig and wandered off into some other part of his house. Satisfied, Dustin pulled up his bikini briefs, followed by his pants. Within a minute, he was back in his car, driving away.

 

[Brian S]

It would be nice to have a visual of how the author imagines his characters. Brian, can you help us??

I've thought about doing just that, over on my Companion Piece to this story. I have a few pics saved, so maybe I'll work on that and post them there to give you guys an idea of what I'm imagining.

 

[laptoper]

nice

 

[Brian S]

Jackson lowered himself onto Ryan's cock, pushing down while straddling the man on his couch. As Ryan's cock slid into him, he whined a bit, while Ryan grunted. Jackson's large balls nestled against Ryan's pubic area, and after he held himself still momentarily to get used to the cock inside him, he began to rock. His own hard cock thumped against Ryan's stomach. It didn't take him long to start really bucking on it.

Ryan held onto Jackson's little hips, feeling them undulate. His skin was so soft and milky; they felt so delicate compared to Ryan's manly mechanic hands. He took in the sight of Jackson's virtually unspoiled, creamy white torso with its little nipples. Downward his gaze went, to Jackson's slight, red treasure trail and his hard cock bouncing around wildly as Jackson bucked. Ryan looked back up at Jackson's face, in a state of delirium. "Yeah...ride that cock." he moaned.

Jackson leaned forward and the two locked lips, their tongues thrashing in and out of each other's mouths aggressively. Ryan reached back and felt Jackson's taut yet bouncing ass cheeks. Their bodies pressed together in stark contrast: Jackson's mostly hairless, pale chest rubbed against Ryan's broad, hairy chest. Jackson thrived on feeling the hair against him. Ryan - and Patrick - were exactly what Jackson liked most; manly men who fucked hard.

After kissing a while, Jackson sat back upright again, his palms firmly against Ryan's pecs. He felt the hair, the nipples, the sheer broadness of Ryan's torso compared to his.

"Fuuuuck." Ryan moaned, feeling Jackson's tight ass pulling his cock with every buck. Jackson whined a bit, rocking himself on Ryan's dick as hard and fast as he could. His own cock began to leak precum out onto Ryan's hairy stomach. Ryan grasped Jackson around both sides of his ribcage, feeling he was so petite that his fingertips might touch. Of course they weren't anywhere near each other, but it felt like that. He teased one of Jackson's tiny but hard nipples before sliding his hand up to Jackson's face. Jackson began sucking on Ryan's thumb instinctively. That was short-lived, as Ryan slid his hand further, to the backside of Jackson's head. He felt the urge to pull on Jackson's moppy, red locks, so he did.

"Unnnhhhh!!" Jackson moaned, very much into it. He in fact bucked even harder, riding Ryan's cock like the pro he was. His own continued to bang around against Ryan, leaving sticky spots on Ryan's hairy torso. Ryan grabbed the cock with his left hand, pressing it down against his body. With each undulation Jackson made, he effectively fucked Ryan's hand and stomach.

Before too long, Jackson was close. He fucked against Ryan with each thrust, his cock leaking more and more onto Ryan's stomach. "Unh!" he whined, adding, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, fuckin' cum." Ryan urged the ginger boy. With that, Jackson's mouth fell open in whiny ecstasy and Ryan felt Jackson's cock swell with each spurt of cum. It shot out, escaping the confines of Ryan's hand, onto Ryan's stomach and chest. Jackson's full load drenched Ryan's chest hair. A thick glob of it trickled over one of his nipples.

As Jackson came, his bucking rhythm became sporadic, but it didn't feel any less erotic to Ryan. The boy's ass clamped tightly around his cock with each spurt, and it didn't take Ryan long to cum too.

"I'm gonna cum!" he growled, pushing upward with his hips, raising Jackson's body as well. With a loud moan, Ryan erupted into his condom. Jackson braced himself with his palms flat on Ryan's broad pecs, mashing his own cum into Ryan's chest hair. "Fuuuuuuck!" Ryan moaned, cumming hard. He grasped at Jackson's hips, holding the boy down firmly on his cock as he jutted his hips upward. He continued to groan through his orgasm, until he was finally spent.

Jackson leaned forward to kiss Ryan, feeling his panting, warm breath as he neared. Their lips brushed, a weak but erotic kiss as both were too exhausted to do much more. Jackson could feel Ryan's chest undulating against his, his own cum smearing across his hairless torso. Their pecs pressed together as Jackson all but laid against Ryan, still impaled on Ryan's cock. The two didn't move for some time; Ryan's cock softened and slid out of Jackson on its own as the two panted, basking in their shared afterglow.

 

[laptoper]

Hell yeah!

 

[Dean1931]

Damn, Brian. I'm jerking my dick so hard right now! Thanks!

 

[Brian S]

The band was blazing through recording their songs. They'd been playing most of them for so long that the process went quickly. Having finished "My Cock", they moved on to "iwannafuckyou", "Golden Showers", and "Lick My Ass". The plan was to record a fair amount of their catalog, then decide which ones to put on an album. Realizing that youtube was probably going to require heavy censorship of their music, they decided to launch their own website. Dakota, a man of many talents, knew how to build one. He worked on that in the studio while the others laid down their tracks. After "My Cock", the boys had decided to record everything naked, just to say they did it. Dog suggested they put it in the liner notes.

Over the course of a couple of weeks, they worked on recording and also met Dakota's friend Hector, who was going to be shooting their videos for them. They sent him a copy of "My Cock" so he could get busy with visualizing a concept, which they then met to discuss.

"So, I have a pretty clear vision of this video." Hector said. "I'm gonna pitch it and let me know what you guys think."

"Sounds good." Krieg replied.

"I'm thinking it's just you, Krieg, in the video. Black background, static camera, not moving at all. You're 100% naked for the duration. Your dick is literally in every single frame of the video. I think it's raw, it's ballsy, it's in your face. Totally fucking establishes what you guys are about."

"I fuckin' love it." Dog said immediately.

"I don't mind it either." Krieg said, adding, "But why not have them in the video?"

"I think it dilutes it. I think if it's just you singing about your cock, and...well, showing it too." Hector explained.

"Naw, I definitely see that." Dakota agreed.

"I just feel weird stealing the thunder in our first video." Krieg said.

"Don't, man. We're gonna record a ton, right? We'll get a chance. I agree with Hector that it's just ballsy as fuck. And like, kinda powerful in a way; blunt." Dakota said.

"I agree." Lance added.

A couple days later, Krieg showed up solo to Hector's apartment. The other three boys went to Ajax's studio to record and work on the website. It was just Hector and Krieg, which actually put Krieg at ease. Sure he'd been naked around his buddies countless times, but that wasn't the issue. The issue was that he'd never recorded a music video before, and he was a little overwhelmed, particularly by being the only one in it. He doubted his own ability to carry a video on his own. He doubted his magnetism. When he was on stage, he was jumping around and had his boys at his back. This was just going to be him staring at a camera.

"So...am I lip syncing this?" Krieg asked.

"Naw, you can sing. We'll drop the audio out and layer the finished song on top of it anyway." Hector replied.

"Ah. Good." Krieg said.

When it came time, Krieg stripped naked and stepped in front of the black background, a camera pointed at him.

"Don't worry if you don't nail it the first time. We can do multiple takes." Hector assured him.

Once the camera was rolling and "My Cock" was blasting from the speakers strung around Hector's studio, Krieg actually felt more at ease. Hearing their song being played like that gave him a rush. It was surreal. It was also surreal for him to sing over his own vocals, but he nailed it. Not having a mic stand to interact with was odd for him, but he pushed on. He just looked into the camera and sang his song.

Krieg found himself much more at ease than he thought he'd be. He entered a sort of auto-pilot mode, and before he knew it, he was singing the repeated chorus at the end of the song.

"Aaaaand cut!" Hector said. "Fucking fantastic!"

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"No, man. You're a natural."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, you've been singing that song for how many years now? You looked great! This never happens, but...I think we might have gotten it on the first take."

"That's kinda hot anyway, isn't it? I mean, if we could say it was one take?"

"That'd be outstanding, man." Hector said, plugging his camera into his large flat screen TV. Krieg settled on a couch to watch the video, and Hector stood beside him.

"Aaaand there's my dick." Krieg laughed. It was trippy seeing himself like that; watching himself, naked, singing that song. "It feels weird looking at my own dick like that." Krieg laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"I keep glancing at it like I'm going to get caught peeping." Krieg laughed. "But it's a video and it's my own, so..."

"Yeah, I don't have any such qualms." Hector laughed. A couple minutes later, Hector said, "Can I say something without being too pervy?"

"I mean...be pervy. I just sang a six minute ode to my cock while naked." Krieg laughed.

"Good point. So...the way it moves slightly is...fucking amazing."

"It is?"

"Oh yeah. It's just enough to make it...tantalizing. When you shift your weight especially. And did you notice yourself chubbing at around the 4 minute mark?"

Krieg laughed. "I mean, I thought I felt something but obviously I couldn't look down or touch it to see."

"Yeah, you chubbed up a little. It's coming up. Like it's juuuuust enough to be noticeable...and hot." Hector said.

The two stared at Krieg's cock on screen as the 4 minute mark approached. Just a couple seconds after, Krieg noticed it.

"Oh yeah. That was a definite throb."

"See what I'm saying?" Hector asked.

"Definitely. You can tell cuz just a little bit more of my head is sticking out." he laughed.

"Yeah. It's so subtle that it's sexy as fuck. Honestly, I think it's juuuust noticeable enough that people might rewind this and compare."

"That's...oddly hot." Krieg laughed.

"Well, I don't think "oddly" is the word I'd use." Hector chuckled.

 

[Brian S]

It didn't take much more brazen flirting for Krieg to open his legs wide; a non-verbal invitation for Hector to suck his cock. Hector knelt on the floor, running his hands up Krieg's bare legs. Hector kissed Krieg's inner thighs, slowly working his way to Krieg's growing cock. Hector grabbed it, tonguing the foreskin, licking at the head. He put it in his mouth, suckling on it as he felt it stiffen even more between his lips.

Soon, Hector was outright sucking Krieg's cock, groping his own through his pants and underwear. Krieg let out a moan and placed his hand on Hector's head, playing with his black hair. Hector was nothing short of excellent when it came to sucking cock; he was able to deep throat Krieg, something Krieg wasn't entirely used to.

"Mmm...fuck, man..." Krieg moaned as he watched Hector's top lip nudge his trimmed pubic hair. "Fuuuuck." he reiterated. Hector stopped sucking only momentarily to suckle on Krieg's balls. He licked them, lapped at them, lightly pulled on them with his lips. He returned to Krieg's cock quickly, however, swallowing it whole. "Unnhh!" Krieg moaned, as his body shivered.

Hector moaned too, his vocal vibrations buzzing around Krieg's erection. He stopped, again momentarily, to say, "Fuck, your cock is so fuckin' hot!" He plunged it back into his mouth again.

As Hector deep throated Krieg, making his entire cock disappear into his head, Krieg moaned, "You're so fucking good at that." Hector moaned a confirmation that tickled Krieg's dick again. He slid his mouth up to suck about half of Krieg's cock, using his right hand to assist. He was in it to win it now, eager to make Krieg cum. Krieg moaned, holding Hector's head with one hand, feeling his own chest with the other.

It took several more minutes of intense work on Hector's part, but he finally brought Krieg to orgasm. "Gonna cum, man..." Krieg panted. The confession spurred Hector to suck harder, as Krieg moaned and instinctively thrust upward a bit. Soon, he moaned loudly and began to shoot, Hector swallowing the lead singer's hefty load. Shot after shot of Krieg's cum was deftly swallowed by Hector, who thoroughly enjoyed getting Krieg off. Once Krieg was done, Hector sat back momentarily, happy as a clam. He soon stood up, making the boner in his pants obvious.

Krieg leaned forward, undoing Hector's pants. They fell to the floor, exposing his white Hanes briefs, triggering a slight memory of Ryan in Krieg's mind. He disregarded it as he pulled the underwear down, making Hector's cock spring out. He had black pubes, trimmed, and a fairly short but very fat cock. It was meaty, and it was uncut.

"You're uncut too?" Krieg asked.

"Yeah." Hector moaned.

"I've never sucked another uncut boy." Krieg admitted.

"Not even your own?" Hector asked, slightly teasing.

"I wish!" Krieg laughed.

"Have you tried?"

"Long time ago. Couldn't do it." Krieg admitted. He then leaned further forward and licked Hector's foreskin. It didn't retract all the way on its own; part of his fat head was still obscured. Krieg stuck his tongue inside Hector's skin, tasting the head, licking it. Hector moaned and placed his hands on Krieg's head. At that point, Krieg swallowed as much of Hector's wide cock as he could; not quite taking it all. Had it been skinnier, he figured he could probably suck it all, but it was so fat.

Krieg sucked it, suddenly very eager to get Hector off. He loved being able to suck another uncut guy; it was something he didn't know he wanted until that very moment. Hector's round balls were tight to his body, and Krieg licked them only momentarily. He knew he had to get back to the recording studio to lay down more vocals. He wrapped his hand around Hector's wide base to help as he suckled that cock.

Hector began to thrust a bit, and Krieg held his hips as he did. His hands slid back to Hector's round, plump ass. He could feel it tense with each thrust. Once Hector started to fuck Krieg's face, it didn't take him long to cum. After a couple minutes, he admitted, "I'm gonna cum!"

Krieg moved his mouth, arcing his back a bit to present his bare chest as he jacked Hector's cock. He had pushed the foreskin all the way back, and he watched Hector's plump, juicy head. Soon, Hector shivered and moaned, and a shot of cum erupted from that plump, juicy head, and slapped against Krieg's bare chest. Another followed, and another, as Hector came on Krieg. His cum was thick and plentiful, and shot out with force. Wave after wave splattered against him, causing him to mutter, "Fuck, man!" about the sheer volume. Finally, Hector shuddered and was spent. Krieg let go of the fat cock, and it throbbed in front of him, dripping slightly.

"Fuuuck!" Hector moaned. The two chuckled a bit, reveling in what just happened. "You can use my shower." Hector finally offered.

 

[Crosstry]

As an uncut guy, this latest chapter got me really turned on.

 

[Brian S]

When Ian got home from work, Zack was already there, making Hamburger Helper in his boxers, which were plaid in green and white.

"Aw, look at my good housewife, making supper for me." Ian said, teasing Zack. In response, Zack twisted his waist to chuckle and flip off Ian. The two laughed as Ian began taking his shoes and socks off at the door. Zack finished stirring the food and placed the lid back on the skillet, turning fully to chat with his roomie. He scratched at his pubic hair by sticking his hand down the front of his boxers a bit; something Ian definitely took notice of. Ian also took notice of Zack's fly, where the head of his dick was caught. It wasn't sticking out of his boxers per se, but it was close. He always wore such cheap underwear that that seemed to happen a lot; the fly would pucker, his dick would get caught in it, and he'd be an inch away from an accidental dick flash.

Ian strolled to his room with Zack following. As Ian began to undress, Zack simply leaned his shoulder against the doorway to continue talking to his buddy. The way Zack stood puckered his fly open even further, and Ian could make out a bit of skin showing from between the plaid folds. He couldn't tell exactly what part of Zack's dick he was seeing, but it was definitely his dick. For his own sake, and to save face with Zack, Ian tried not to look for too long. It was tough; Zack was one of those very "hands-on" boys, constantly scratching or adjusting himself in various ways.

Ian stripped down to his own underwear, white Hanes boxerbriefs, loosened from being worn all day. They provided the best aspects of both briefs and boxers: an outline like briefs, but with the jiggle that boxers afforded. Now in their underwear, the boys retreated to the kitchen to grab a plate of food, then headed for the living room to eat. Ian plopped into the recliner, holding his plate near his chest, while Zack landed on the couch, his plate on the coffee table. Zack was hunched over, legs wide apart, affording Ian a great view of Zack's thighs. His boxers were pulled snug from his position, creating a noticeable ball bulge. He tried not to look.

Through the course of the evening, both boys tried not to notice the other's dick jiggling in their respective underwear. Ian's chubby cock made a perfect outline; Zack's continually seemed like it might make a break for it through his fly. It was fairly casual, yet both of them sort of yearned for more.

The next morning, Ian was jacking off in the shower when Zack shuffled in, half asleep and naked. He took an extended morning piss as he yawned and scratched his ass.

"Well, good morning." Ian hollered out, sarcastically.

"Mmf. Morning." Zack mumbled. "You wanna leave that running for me?" he asked, not very loud. He then pulled the shower curtain back a bit to address Ian. The first thing he saw was Ian's hard dick.

"Jesus, man." he muttered, chuckling a bit.

"What are you doing?" Ian asked, also chuckling. He wasn't mad at all that Zack had seen his erection.

"What are YOU doing?" Zack asked him back.

"Hey it's not my fault you walked in on me." Ian shot back, laughing.

"Anyway. I was gonna ask if you'd leave the shower running for me."

"Sure?" Ian asked, phrasing as a question to emphasize the absurdity. As if Zack couldn't have waited, or as if he really needed to open the curtain to ask. Again, Ian didn't mind though.

Zack began brushing his teeth while Ian finished showering. He did not finish jacking off. When he got out, he left the shower running, stepping out of the tub naked and wet, with a semi still. Zack winced playfully at Ian's half hard cock, but got right in the shower.

"We should finish what we started with that girl." Zack said loudly to raise his voice over the shower.

"I'm pretty sure that girl moved." Ian replied, drying off.

"Well, any girl." Zack said.

Ian didn't hate the idea. He didn't hate the idea at all.

 

[Dean1931]

As an uncut guy, this latest chapter got me really turned on.

As someone who loves uncut guys, it did the same for me!

 

[Brian S]

*****2012*****

Patrick had run into Eric again, and in a moment of weakness, slept with him. At the time, Patrick missed Eric. He missed the rough sex, the slight choking, Eric's third nipple. Afterwards, however, Patrick felt embarrassed about it; ashamed that he had caved, that he'd let Eric fuck him again.

Those feelings of shame drove him even closer to Heath, who was the only other man he met who could fuck him the way he liked to be fucked. Heath was cold and callous. He never cared about Patrick's comfort or getting him off; he was in it to cum, and then he'd leave. It became a daily thing, and sometimes twice daily. It was always the same. Heath would show up and barely get his dick out, fuck Patrick aggressively, then leave. Patrick knew deep down it probably wasn't mentally healthy for him, for either of them. He knew Heath was obviously fighting his own inner demons, but he couldn't help it; it was a perfect way to get fucked without emotional attachment.

Patrick had grown used to being spat on by Heath, and in fact even came to enjoy it. He'd felt for the longest time that the name calling was something he could do without, but eventually he came to enjoy that as well. He knew that wasn't mentally healthy for him either.

One particular Friday night, Patrick was home alone, watching TV naked on his couch, when there came a knock at the door. He got up, answered it nude, and was startled. It was Heath, but Heath had four friends with him.

"Hey buddy." Heath said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and booze.

"H-hi." Patrick said, feeling slightly embarrassed that he answered the door naked. The scent of liquor immediately permeated the room, as all five men were intoxicated.

"These are my buddies." Heath said casually. "We want to fuck you."

"A-all of you?" Patrick gulped.

"All of us." Heath nodded.

"Oh...okay." Patrick agreed. Heath knew exactly what he was doing; knew he had to get Patrick to agree to it verbally.

Inside of a minute, they were all in Patrick's bedroom. Patrick was on his forearms and knees on the bed, having lubed his own ass quickly. Heath undid his pants and slid them down to his thighs along with his underwear, getting on the bed behind Patrick. As he always did, Heath just shoved his cock right up Patrick's ass in one motion. Patrick gasped and whined, and Heath began to fuck immediately.

The other four men sneered and snickered, calling Patrick names. At least two spat on his back. Heath was more aggressive than ever, fucking Patrick as rough as he could. He also spat on Patrick and called him names. Inside a few brief minutes, Heath's small cock was pumping cum into Patrick's ass.

Heath barely pulled out before the next guy shoved in, his cock noticeably bigger than Heath's. Patrick gasped as his body lurched forward from the thrust. The guy, this stranger, began fucking Patrick hard the moment his cock was inside.

One by one, the five all took their turns with Patrick's ass. They all fucked him aggressively, demeaning him, calling him names. At the time, it's exactly what Patrick wanted. They might be homophobes, but hey, they were fucking him. Each man deposited their loads in Patrick's ass, even as they called him names. Patrick felt that was a bit backwards considering THEY came to HIM for sex. By the end of it, while the last man was fucking Patrick, Heath hopped up on the bed and began pissing on Patrick's back and head. All the while, the boys laughed wickedly.

The last one came inside Patrick and he soon felt the man's cock pulling out of him. Some more choice words were thrown his way, and with that, they left quickly. It was all over as swiftly as it had started. Patrick picked himself up off his bed, which was soaked in urine. He jacked off quickly, onto his sheets, before stripping the bed to wash everything.

He felt confident; cocky. He knew Heath was no good for him, and the rest of those boys certainly weren't either. But like he thought earlier, THEY were fucking HIM. THEY wanted it. However, when he got in the shower, Patrick's thoughts on the situation changed. He knew he was culpable; he agreed to it and never said no. He was into it fully...at the time. Now, he was having regrets. Now, he suddenly realized he didn't really like what he had become. He certainly didn't mind being used for sex, but being used in that way was starting to make him question his choices.

 

[Brian S]

Thane took Ryan out to the bar, hoping to get him laid. Of course Ryan hadn't told Thane that he was getting laid; just with guys instead of women like Thane assumed. Thane was also hoping to get laid; what he hadn't told Ryan was that a huge portion of his stories were just that - stories. He embellished his sex life to make it sound infinitely more exotic than it really was. Ryan knew this to some degree, but he just didn't know how much of it was hyperbole.

The two spent a good portion of the evening shooting pool and shooting the shit. At one point, Thane went to "the pisser" as he called it, while Ryan headed for the bar to grab them each a beer and a shot. The first thing he looked at when he approached the bar was the bartender's ass, so tantalizing in his jeans. When the bartender turned around, Ryan realized he knew him.

"Hey man!" Brighton said, cheerfully. "Thought I saw ya earlier."

The two exchanged neighborly pleasantries, in which Brighton once again mentioned that they should all hang out sometime. For all their talk about inviting Ryan over, Brighton and Parker had yet to pull the trigger. Of course they were nervous; they weren't exactly well-versed in initiating a gay threesome.

Ryan was digging Brighton's tight work polo and his goofy but oh-so-sexy smile. He thought about those plump lips wrapping around his cock. He never wanted to fuck someone's face so badly before; Brighton was just so goddamn pretty. As Ryan stood there at the bar while Brighton poured his beers, Thane approached.

Thane's overly-familiar attitude became more pronounced the more he drank, so when he approached Ryan, he gave him a swat on the ass before throwing his arm around Ryan's shoulders. Brighton glanced up from pouring the beers, getting the wrong impression about Thane and Ryan's relationship. He couldn't tell whether they were a couple or not, but he did think something was going on between them. Brighton was also impressed that they were being so bold in such a small bar, with small-minded people around.

Ryan and Thane toasted with their shots, Thane saying, "To new beginnings" before they kicked the whiskey back. Thane meant it as hoping to find someone for Ryan to have sex with, but that wasn't how Brighton took it. When the two men walked back to their pool table, Brighton scoped out Ryan's plump ass, feeling a bit regretful that he and Parker had wasted time in inviting Ryan over. Was it too late? he wondered.

After drinking copious amounts of beer, Ryan and Thane took a cab back to Ryan's house to continue drinking. They sat on the back patio, enjoying the night air as well as some cigarettes. When they had to piss, they pissed off the deck, and Ryan couldn't help but compare the night to the time he and Patrick had done the same thing. The beer flowed down their throats easily, and they found themselves pretty wasted at 2 AM.

The conversation had gone back, for the fourth time, to Thane apologizing for not getting Ryan laid.

"I got...I got somethin' to tell you." Ryan said, slurring slightly. "I AM getting laid."

"Whaaa? Shit man, you never told me." Thane replied, hiccuping a bit, his "ultimate wingman" attitude deflated.

"Yeah. I'm doing just fine." Ryan laughed.

"Shit, man...why didn't you say anything?" Thane slurred.

"I dunno. Ain't exactly...conventional, I guess?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Thane chuckled.

"It's dudes, Thane. I'm fuckin' dudes." Ryan ventured. He was a bit nervous to tell Thane his secret, but also tired of keeping it a secret. The beer flowing through his system removed a lot of mental roadblocks as well.

"Well shit, dude!" Thane laughed. "You're a lot better off than I am! I didn't know you were gay."

"I'm not...not exactly anyway." Ryan said. "What do you mean I'm better off than you are?"

"Shit, man...you leveled with me...so...I'm half talk, man. Well 80% talk. 90%, probably. I ain't...well...let's just say shit's not as exciting as I make it out to be." Thane said, more than slightly embarrassed.

"Well I guess we both had a secret then, huh?" Ryan said, trying to lighten Thane's sudden mood.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." Thane laughed, before his mood got introspective again. "It's uh...it's been a while, man." he admitted. "We shoulda been out looking for ME to get laid." he said, trying to chuckle.

The two continued their talk for another hour or so, with Ryan getting Thane's morale back up. Finally, at just after 3 in the morning, they decided to call it a night. It had already been discussed that Thane would crash there, so the two shuffled upstairs to the bedrooms. Ryan showed Thane the spare room, and Thane began to undress immediately. Before Ryan knew it, Thane was down to his underwear. They were azure blue, Ck squarecuts and they looked pretty damn good on Thane, Ryan thought. He excused himself to his own room before he could make a mistake.

Ryan undressed in his bedroom, stripping down to his typical white Hanes briefs. Out the corner of his eye, Ryan could see Thane leaning in his doorway. When he looked directly up at Thane, he saw that his coworker was naked.

"Oh, uh...did you need something?" Ryan asked.

Thane simply nodded and sauntered into Ryan's bedroom, taking a seat at the end of Ryan's bed.

 

[laptoper]

this has me horned