Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[godard]

major horned! (I knew this guy was up to something...) There must be something magical about Ryan's house.

 

[Brian S]

"So, what is it you need?" Ryan asked, wanting to be sure.

"I just...I could really use a blowjob if...if that's something you would do." Thane replied. He was feeling slightly embarrassed, less because Ryan was a man and more because he had to ask in such a manner. His "sexual lothario" persona was a sham, a defense mechanism designed to make himself feel better about his lack of sex. Thane had never asked a man to suck his cock before, but he was desperate, he was drunk, and Ryan seemed nice. He trusted Ryan.

Still wearing his white briefs, Ryan knelt on the floor between Thane's legs. Thane sat back a bit, bracing himself up on his palms, while Ryan touched his thighs. Ryan remembered Thane's cock from the "sneezing-open-robe" incident. It was fairly average in size, and the head didn't have much of a corona; it was a fairly streamlined head. Ryan took Thane's soft cock into his mouth and began to suckle it. Thane stayed fairly quiet, his breathing the only noise emanating from him. Ryan sucked and sucked, getting Thane's cock to respond, but only barely. His own cock was already hard in his Hanes, and he hadn't even touched it yet. He assumed Thane was nervous, and the booze surely didn't help matters any either.

For a moment, Ryan focused on Thane's balls, suckling and licking them. He didn't do that for long though, as he didn't want Thane's cock to lose any remote amount of stiffness it had. He plunged the dick back into his mouth, caressing it with his lips and tongue. Ryan found he could easily deepthroat it at this point; his upper lip against Thane's pubic hair, his lower lip nudging Thane's balls.

It took several minutes for Ryan to get Thane hard, and even then, it wasn't a strong erection. He noticed that Thane's cock was perhaps slightly longer than his own, but not as fat. Ryan began to massage himself through his briefs, as he sucked Thane's dick. Thane barely responded, verbally or physically, and Ryan felt a bit awkward about it. He kept looking up to make sure Thane hadn't nodded off, and he hadn't. He was just quiet.

Ryan kept sucking, still able to take Thane's entire cock into his mouth even at its hardest. Ryan found the taste of Thane's cock to be enjoyable, though it was odd for him to not be catching his lip on the head. He knew he wasn't exactly overly experienced in sucking cock, but he was used to heads that were more pronounced. He lost track of time, and Thane wasn't giving him any clues as to how far along he was.

All at once, with no forewarning, Thane shivered and began to shoot in Ryan's mouth. Ryan kept sucking, swallowing Thane's load. It was certainly more plentiful than he imagined it would be. Thane's breathing became shallower and louder during the orgasm, but he still made no noise. It was, by far, the quietest blowjob Ryan had ever been a part of. Before he knew it, Thane was done cumming, and his cock began to soften in Ryan's mouth. He sat back and half expected Thane to be asleep, sitting up, but he wasn't. Thane's cock got flaccid quickly, and Thane simply said "Thank you", got up, and went to bed in the spare room.

Ryan was still on his knees, rubbing himself through his briefs. He hoped that Thane wasn't going to freak or mentally check out about it all. He hoped Thane wasn't just acting out of character because he was drunk and desperate. At any rate, Ryan was still kneeling, but he opened his legs more so his knees were further apart. He continued to grope his hard cock through his Hanes, allowing himself to moan as he wanted to - he didn't care if Thane heard. He looked down at the bulge of his shaft, the outline of his head sticking off to the right. He squeezed it through his briefs, and felt his ball bulge with his free hand.

Soon, Ryan was close. He kept jacking himself through his underwear, sliding his hand up and down the white cotton. With a few more moans, Ryan's body pulsed and he began to cum in his briefs. He looked down at himself, not seeing a wet spot until the third shot. Once the wet spot formed, however, it grew quickly. Cum oozed out of his briefs at the head, his hand catching some of it and dragging it back across the front of his underwear with each stroke. He soon felt it leaking out the bottom, dripping down his hairy right thigh. The right side of his pouch was soaked with cum. All at once, Ryan shuddered again and he knew he was spent.

Standing up, Ryan sauntered across the room to check himself out in his full-length mirror. He groped his sore, throbbing package and muttered, "That's fuckin' hot." He could feel the cold cum on the head of his cock, and on his thigh as well. He soon peeled his briefs off, and his cock sprang out. His trimmed pubes were damp from his cum, and he used his briefs to give himself a cursory cleaning before heading to bed.

 

[Brian S]

"Hey, so...I got somethin' to tell ya that's kinda awkward to talk about." Zack told Ian as he scratched himself through his blue and white plaid boxers.

"Uh...okay..." Ian replied. He was in red boxerbriefs and sitting in the recliner, while Zack had taken his usual spot on the couch.

"Like...the only reason I'm bringing it up is cuz you'll find out anyway, sooner or later. And like...it's something that you might not be, like, expecting from me. But if you wanted to be part of it, that'd be great! If not, then that's fine too." Zack said, cryptically.

Ian's mind began whirring, wondering what Zack could possibly be talking about. Of course his thoughts went sexual, and he immediately became torn about things. He wanted to beat off with Zack again, but he didn't necessarily want Zack to be fully gay or something. He didn't want to have sex with Zack, but relaxing the atmosphere in the house even more wouldn't be something Ian was opposed to.

"What is it?" Ian asked.

"Oh man, it's kinda embarrassing. But it's something I've thought about for a long time. I've been wanting to do it, and...and now that we live together, ya know, it's...like...you're gonna find out somehow, so I might as well just tell you."

Ian's thoughts continued, perhaps even more now. He found himself wishing Zack would just say it.

"So...there's like...this campground that's like, 2 hours from here." Zack said.

"Okay..." Ian replied, not following.

"So I'd like to go."

"That's it?" Ian asked. "You wanna go camping? You've been camping. WE'VE been camping. I don't get it." Ian chuckled.

"Well, it's uh...it's for...um...nudists." Zack stuttered.

"Oh." Ian said. Once the words fully permeated his brain, he said, "OHHHH! I see. You wanna go rock out with your cock out at this campground?" he chuckled.

Zack chuckled too. "Yeah. I mean...give it a whirl, ya know?" he laughed. "Just somethin' I've thought about doing for a while."

"And you want me to go?" Ian asked.

"I mean, if you want. Not cuz like, oh I need to see your dick or nothing. Just cuz...I'd be going alone and that's weird. And like, I mean for reals, you're like...you know, someone that...you know, I'd feel comfortable around." Zack explained.

"I'll go." Ian shrugged.

"You will?" Zack asked, surprised at how easily Ian accepted the offer.

"Yeah. Why not? We're young, we're hot, might as well check it out." Ian laughed. "When do you wanna go?"

"Well I was thinking, like, this coming weekend."

"Whoa. So, soon?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's Memorial Day so my thought was we could drive down Friday after work, and not have to come back until Monday night."

Ian thought for all of two seconds before saying, "Yeah. Let's do it."

Zack smiled, happy that his buddy was into it. He'd been afraid to say anything, because that's not exactly typical conversation between two straight boys. At least not in his mind.

 

[Brian S]

Standing in a dark alley behind some Burger King dumpsters, Dustin undid his pants. True to their long-standing arrangement, the homeless man watched Dustin drop his pants. Dustin groped himself only briefly through his periwinkle bikini briefs, soon dropping those as well. He lifted his black, button-down shirt as he began to stroke his hard cock.

Dustin watched the homeless man watching him. It turned him on so much to just be openly jacking off for the man.

*****One Year Prior*****

Dustin had to piss badly. He pulled over into the alley behind the Burger King, and hurriedly jumped out of his car to approach the dumpsters as he undid his pants. He pulled his cock out and began pissing, allowing himself a moan.

"Not a bad unit ya got there." came a voice from the shadows. Dustin jumped, not knowing anyone was around. The homeless guy showed himself, coming into view from behind the Burger King.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that." Dustin said, resuming his piss.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean no trouble." The homeless guy stood near Dustin, staring at his cock.

"Can I help you with something, buddy?" Dustin asked.

"Well I'd like to make twenty bucks, and you got a suckable dick." he said, boldly.

"Are you...are you soliciting me?" Dustin asked, surprised but weirdly turned on.

"Nah, nah. Not at all. Maybe I just suck your dick and you? Maybe you accidentally drop something as you leave."

Dustin didn't really want the man to suck his cock. But he did have an idea...

*****Current Time*****

Dustin wasn't sure which time this was; maybe the 21st? Had he really jacked off 21 times for this guy? Possibly, he figured. He did it nearly twice a month.

The man simply watched, as always, while Dustin jerked his cock. The exchange was so simple; Dustin got to show off, and the man got some cash. Honestly, the man was kind of relieved that he didn't HAVE to suck Dustin's cock. He would, if asked, as he'd made plenty of money that way. But he preferred to just watch Dustin get his freak on in front of him.

Dustin manipulated his cock, standing there proudly and defiantly. He played with his balls, felt his own abs. He barely took his eyes off the homeless man's face; he loved watching him watching him. He loved being so ballsy, so brazen. It was definitely a no-frills type of jack; he worked himself there as quickly as he could.

"Gonna cum!" he moaned, stroking his cock even faster.

"Yeah, buddy!" the man said, staring at Dustin's cock.

"Watch me cum." Dustin said quickly, in a breathy tone. A second later, he shot out onto the concrete, and both men could hear the splattering sounds. "Ungghhh!" Dustin moaned as he worked the jizz from his balls and out his shaft. He shuffled his hand quickly, spurting his seed all over the dirty concrete.

Dustin was spent, holding his throbbing cock only momentarily before pulling up his underwear, followed by his pants. Once situated, Dustin dug a crisp $20 bill out of his front pocket and dropped it on the ground before turning on his heels and leaving.

 

[Brian S]

Krieg was alone for the first time in a long time. He was lying on his hide a bed in the apartment he shared with the rest of the band, but they were all at work. He'd been working on lyrics to a new song called "Bap", which focused on the concept of "bapping" your cock against someone's face and lips. Of course, Krieg wrote naked, and of course, he got an erection.

He stroked himself on his bed, thinking about they lyrics to the song he was working on. He thought about exposing himself to the crowd, to fucking around with the boys, to getting blown by Hector. As he watched himself stroke his large cock, Krieg couldn't shake something that Hector had said: that he was surprised Krieg couldn't self-suck. Of course he'd tried it before - Krieg figured every boy had at some point in his life - but it had been some time. And it was certainly well before he'd ever actually sucked a cock. On a whim, he thought he'd give it a try.

Krieg stacked all three of his pillows under his head and shifted down in the bed a bit. He built up some momentum in his lower half, and began to throw his legs in the air over himself. It took some trying, but he finally got his legs over his own head. He looked up at his large cock, his hand wrapped around it, and he leaned upward, craning his neck. He threw an arm over the back of his own legs to push downward a bit as he strained his mouth towards his own cock. Krieg stuck his tongue out, reaching for the head of his dick. Closer...closer...closer...

Contact.

Krieg licked the head of his own cock, causing himself to moan. "Fuck!" he whined, elated to be successful. He could barely reach it, but he reached it. He quickly realized the pillows were actually impeding him, rather than giving him the height he thought he needed. He threw his legs back down and tossed the pillows aside. Once again, he threw his legs up over his own head, and let his lower half do the work rather than trying to force his head upward. The balance had been all wrong.

This was better. Much better. Krieg tasted his own precum, licked his own foreskin. "Oh fuck!" he whined, his voice strained from compressing himself like that. "Mmm...oh fuck." he whined again. He pushed himself, folding his own body in half further, until his own lips were wrapped around his head. He whined like crazy as he darted his tongue around on his own head. It felt so good. It felt mind-blowing. He moaned around his own head as he suckled it, his lips against his foreskin. His whining became loud, muffled by his own cock. His body was tense, his balls were dangling above his forehead.

He kept suckling his own throbbing head, pleasuring himself. He could feel it building up inside him; he knew he was getting himself close. Soon, with a loud, muffled whine, and a full body spasm, Krieg began to shoot. He came in his own mouth, swallowing his own cum. He sucked it out of himself, happily tasting his own jizz as it rolled over his tongue and down his throat. He suddenly couldn't get enough of his cum. It was hard to maintain that position, but worth it. Once he had swallowed his own entire load, Krieg let his legs snap back, like a taut rubber band hitting his bed. He laid there panting, his hard cock throbbing.

"Fuck! I can suck my own cock!" he said out loud, out of breath. "I can suck my own cock!!" he hollered, his voice echoing through the empty apartment. "Fuck!" he moaned, smiling wickedly. He was already ready to do it again, and he knew the first thing he'd have to do is show the rest of the boys.

 

[Brian S]

Patrick took a deep breath, about to put his plan into action. He'd been sitting in his truck outside the gas station for about 15 minutes. He undressed and waited to see if anyone would pull in, but it was almost 3 AM and he didn't expect to see any other customers.

Taking another deep breath, Patrick popped his door open and stepped out. His feet found the concrete of the parking lot, and he casually strolled along towards the door, buck naked. An excitement coursed through his body as he opened the door and stepped into the chilly convenience store.

The clerk was working, his back towards Patrick at first. Once he heard the bell go off, he turned, seeing Patrick's fully nude body. His eyes grew wide and he began to chuckle. "Are you...serious? Holy fuck, man!" the clerk exclaimed.

Patrick simply smirked. "I told you I would."

The clerk and Patrick met halfway and the clerk instinctively grabbed at Patrick's soft cock. Just once. Until Patrick told him he could keep going. The clerk groped him again, and whisked him away to the back room. He sat in a desk chair, turning it towards Patrick, who stood. The clerk began sucking Patrick's cock, eagerly, getting him hard quickly. Patrick placed his hands on the clerk's head, feeling his dark hair on his fingertips. The clerk was an eager sucker.

BONG!!!

"Fuck, that's the door." the clerk said, pulling his mouth from Patrick's cock. He stood, adjusting his own boner, and told Patrick to stay put.

Patrick stood naked in the back room, stroking his cock. He could hear the clerk make pleasantries with someone, some guy. A truck driver, maybe. The exchange didn't actually take that long, but it felt like an eternity to Patrick. He wasn't nervous really, just ready to get off.

The clerk soon came back, sitting in the desk chair again. He resumed sucking Patrick's cock, hungrily. Eagerly. He didn't let up. Within a few short minutes, Patrick announced he was going to shoot.

"Gonna cum." he whispered. The clerk didn't let up, and it wasn't long before he was swallowing Patrick's hefty load. He sucked it from him, as Patrick held his head and thrust slightly into his mouth. Once Patrick was spent, he thought he would get the guy off in return. However, the clerk was nervous and eager to get Patrick out of the store. He didn't want Patrick to get caught, and he didn't want to get in trouble either. He provided a look out for Patrick, heading to the front doors to look out. Once he saw the coast was clear, he waved Patrick out of the back room. Patrick darted out, his cock still somewhat hard, swinging against his thighs as he made his way to the front.

Before he knew it, he was back in his truck, panting. It had been all of 12 minutes since he first stepped out of his truck. It was quick, and though he wished he could have gotten the clerk off, he was happy to have gotten sucked. His hunches about the guy had been correct after all.

 

[laptoper]

loved the Kreig self sucking chapter so much! Wanna see the original characters getting it on together sometime soon.

 

[Tphilatl]

Great job man. I just took my first ever stroll around the back yard naked. Very liberating.

 

[Brian S]

Inspired by his newfound ability, Krieg sat at the kitchen island naked, hammering out lyrics to a new song, simply titled "Self-Suck". The words flew from his brain almost faster than his hand could write. He couldn't wait to show the boys his new trick.

Dakota and Lance got home first, within minutes of each other. They each stripped down to their underwear and gathered around the island to see what Krieg was working on. He didn't want to show them just yet; he didn't want to ruin the surprise. Dog got home shortly after, schlepping to the fridge for a beer first thing. "What's up, fuckers?" he asked as he swatted Lance's ass playfully.

As Dog cracked open a beer and took a big swig, Krieg stood up from his stool and began to play with his already half-erect cock.

"Wull shit, man, let the rest of us catch up!" Dog said, quickly dropping his jeans to get his dick out.

"I got something to show you guys." Krieg said, working on his cock.

"What, your boner? I've seen it, like, a bizzillion times." Dog said, faking a "been there, done that" attitude.

"Nah." Krieg said. "Just wait."

Lance and Dakota stood there in their underwear, watching Krieg get his cock hard. Dog, meanwhile, finished stripping naked. Once Krieg got his cock as hard as it would get, he bent himself over, locking his hands across the back of his thighs, just under his ass. He'd been practicing while the boys were still at work, so he knew he could do it in that position.

Everyone watched in utter amazement as Krieg's tongue finally made contact with his head.

"HOLY FUCK!" Dog exclaimed. "I KNEW you could suck yourself." Dog came around the edge of the island to get a closer look. In fact, he squatted near Krieg to get his face right up close. He watched Krieg suckle his own head, and soon had a plan which caused him to smirk deviously. Dog reached up and pressed on the back of Krieg's head, pushing him down even further. "Fuuuuuck, dude. I'm so fuckin' jealous!" Dog laughed as he continued to push on Krieg's head. He did manage to push Krieg another inch or so down his own cock. Krieg continued the demonstration for a short time, before standing back upright.

"Jesus Christ, man. You GOTTA do that on stage. AND in a music video!" Dog exclaimed.

"I'd do it in a video...not sure about on stage." Krieg chuckled.

"Oh whatever. You'll get all turned on during "My Cock" some night and you'll just do it." Dog said.

"Well, I did write a song called "Self-Suck"." Krieg explained. He stepped towards the island to flip over his notebook, allowing the boys to see his new song.

As they gathered around, Dog simply unabashedly stroked Krieg's cock slowly, while he read over the lyrics. When he finished reading, Dog said, "Yup, that's the fuckin' video right there, man. Just like, you suckin' your own dick."

Krieg laughed and rolled his eyes, but didn't hate the idea. In fact, it turned him on. He was enough of an exhibitionist that he reveled in the idea of people watching their video, seeing him self-suck.

"I think your cock should be in literally every video we shoot." Dakota said. "At least an appearance."

"Jesus, guys." Krieg said in fake protest. "Okay." he shrugged quickly, making everyone else laugh.

"Well let's fuckin' hammer this song out! We gotta record it!" Dog said as he bounded to his drum kit. He was naked, and hard from watching Krieg and subsequently playing with his cock. Krieg took the mic naked and hard as well. Dakota and Lance shrugged, stripped naked, and picked up their guitars to make "Self-Suck" a full-fledged song.

 

[Brian S]

Patrick wandered around the gas station in his flimsy, grey shorts. His cock was flopping, pronounced, outlined. The clerk was not the guy he'd fucked around with; his original "target", so he was trying to keep a lower profile. He didn't think the guy that was working would appreciate his floppage, but he did need to get a few items.

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Dustin had been cruising around, edging his dick. He pulled into the gas station shortly before 3 in the morning. Once in a parking spot, he stuffed his cock back into his bikini underwear, then zipped up his pants, adjusting as necessary. He got out of his car and strolled inside, his erection fairly noticeable in his black pants. He saw his regular Asian clerk wasn't working, but a new guy instead. He gave the guy a nod as he strolled back for a cup of coffee to go. Dustin momentarily froze as he could see what appeared to be a hot guy, facing away from him. He checked out the man's arms and back, clad only in a white wifebeater. He also checked out the man's ass, so delicious in flimsy, grey shorts. Great legs, Dustin noticed.

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Patrick turned around, at first only noticing the presence of another human behind him.

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The first thing Dustin noticed was Patrick's cock outline, jiggling and wagging tantalizingly.

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Fuck. Of course a fuckin' cop would walk in here, Patrick thought as he noticed the uniform. Whatever, I'm fuckin' dressed. Barely, but I am.

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Dustin didn't want to take his eyes off the terrific bulge, but he did finally look up Patrick's body. His eyes lingered up Patrick's torso, his chest hair sticking out teasingly from the undershirt.

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Well he is hot, though. Great fuckin' body. Patrick did the same, eyeballing Dustin.

At once, their gazes met, and they realized they knew each other.

"Well, well. If it's not my favorite streaker." Dustin said, coyly.

"Hey." Patrick replied, not wanting to make trouble with the cop that had arrested him.

"What was your name? Patrick?"

"Yep." Patrick said.

"No need to be nervous, man. Dustin." Dustin said, extending his hand to shake. Patrick shook it. "Glad to see you've got some shorts on. Glad to see you've got those shorts on." Dustin said, making it completely obvious that he was looking at Patrick's bulge.

*****14 Minutes Later*****

Patrick pushed open his door with Dustin close behind. The second that door was shut, Dustin shoved his tongue down Patrick's throat. The two kissed aggressively, almost angrily, with saliva dripping from their eager lips. Dustin pulled Patrick's undershirt off over his head, immediately pushing his face against Patrick's broad, hairy chest. He suckled on one of Patrick's nipples before squatting, taking Patrick's shorts down with him. "Let's see that fuckin' cock again." Dustin said, as Patrick's half-hard dick sprang out.

Dustin sucked it eagerly, feeling Patrick's hands on the back of his head. He groped Patrick's ass, as he swallowed his cock to the hilt. Patrick moaned, not having experienced a new man in a while, and Dustin was fucking excellent at sucking cock.

He didn't do it long, however. Dustin stood up and they kissed aggressively again as they moved to Patrick's bedroom. Patrick led the way, pushing Dustin backwards. Patrick was naked, his hard cock pushing against Dustin's cop pants. Once they got to the bedroom, Dustin simply said, "Put a rubber on that dick."

Patrick rummaged through his nightstand, producing a condom, which he began to roll onto his hard cock. Meanwhile, Dustin simply dropped his pants and red bikini underwear to his ankles, and leaned over the bed. He braced himself up on his palms, with stiff arms. "Fuck me!" he commanded.

After a quick lube, Patrick lined his cock up against Dustin's hole. He began to push in, and Dustin gasped. "Fuck, that's a fat cock!" Dustin exclaimed as Patrick kept pushing. Before too long, Patrick was balls-deep in the cop that arrested him. Even his mind was blown about this turn of events.

"Fuck me!" Dustin commanded. Patrick began to thrust, starting off at an already pretty good clip, and only getting faster and harder from there. "Fuck, man...fuck my ass!"

Patrick thrust harder and harder, his hips slapping against Dustin's ample ass cheeks. Patrick was more turned on than maybe he'd ever been; not just fucking any ol' cop, but fucking the cop that busted him for being naked outside. He held Dustin's hips as he pushed in and out, looking at the back of Dustin's red hair and the cop uniform covering his back.

"Why did...ung!...you...unh...arrest me?" Patrick asked between thrusts.

"I...uhhn...have a...unnnhh...job to do." Dustin replied. "Ungh...wanted...unh...that cock though." he added.

Patrick fucked even harder, maybe harder than he'd ever fucked anyone before. Not only was he taking out frustration, he found Dustin to be extremely hot, plus the cop thing was a huge turn-on. Both men grunted and groaned, each feeling like they'd met their equal. Dustin pushed back in rhythm with Patrick's fucking. "Fuck my fuckin' ass!" Dustin commanded yet again.

"Yeah I'm fuckin' your hot ass." Patrick moaned through gritted teeth. A few more intense, animalistic minutes later...

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" Patrick hollered.

"Yeah, cum! Fuckin' cum for me!" Dustin hollered back. A few more hard thrusts, and Patrick moaned loudly, shooting his load into the condom. He pushed his cock in hard, as deep as it would go, holding it there for a few moments. He began to thrust again though, as he finished unloading. When he was done, he immediately squatted, and Dustin turned around.

Patrick sucked Dustin's conical cock, his top lip nudging the trimmed red pubic hair. He sucked it like he was trying to pull it clean off him, and Dustin used Patrick's broad shoulders for balance. Patrick held Dustin's police button-down up out of the way as he swallowed Dustin's cock whole.

Soon...

"Gonna cum!" Dustin exclaimed. Patrick moved his mouth and presented his hairy chest as he jacked Dustin off. Within a few seconds, Dustin began to spurt as he moaned loudly, his cum splattering against Patrick. Dustin watched his own load strike Patrick's hairy pecs and nipples. He could see it begin to run down Patrick's torso. All at once, Dustin was spent too, and the two just stayed in their positions for a moment. Soon, Dustin helped Patrick up, who went for a towel and to pull his rubber off.

Dustin pulled his red bikini briefs up over his still-hard cock, and followed those with his pants. As he tucked his shirt in, Patrick pulled the rubber off his own cock. "We're gonna fuck again, right?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah we are." Dustin said. "Gimme your phone."

Patrick did as Dustin asked, and Dustin put his cell number into Patrick's phone. Patrick followed Dustin to the door, and with a quick kiss and a stroke to Patrick's cock, Dustin left.

 

[laptoper]

It should have been an angry fuck too!

 

[Brian S]

Ian rushed home after work on Friday to find Zack trimming his pubes in the bathroom. Zack hadn't shut the door, and he was naked, with one leg up on the vanity.

"Well THAT'S a fuckin' sight." Ian laughed.

"Wanna look good for the nudist camp!" Zack retorted, also laughing. Ian lingered a bit, taking in the view of Zack's muscular leg, and the way it curved at his ass. The way he could see Zack's balls ever so slightly as they dangled down. Snapping out of it, Ian went to his bedroom to begin packing. He first stripped down to his underwear; grey Hanes boxerbriefs.

"How much underwear do I even fuckin' pack?" Ian asked, laughing at the absurdity of his question.

"I dunno. I'm just taking whatever I'm wearing." Zack hollered in from the bathroom.

Ian darted around his room, eager to hit the road. Within a couple minutes, Zack was standing at his doorway, naked, with freshly trimmed pubes.

"Whatcha think?" Zack asked, undulating his hips to make his cock and balls flop wildly.

Ian laughed. "Looks good to me, man." he replied, trying not to sound TOO interested in seeing Zack's flopping cock.

Just over 2 hours later, the boys pulled into the nude campground. Zack parked the car and the two hopped out with their bags, minimally-packed. After a quick check-in, the boys found their cabin easily. What Zack didn't know when he booked it was that it wasn't the kind of cabin he had in mind. It was a glorified bunk hall, with several beds around the room. They'd be sharing with other people. Ian, of course, couldn't help but tease his buddy.

"You thought we were getting an entire cabin to ourselves for $30 a night?"

"Well, I didn't think it'd be a great cabin, but I figured it'd be private at least." Zack countered.

"I mean, I ain't mad. Maybe we'll meet some people." Ian shrugged.

"Maybe we'll meet a smokin' hot MILF who needs a couple'a young dicks." Zack replied, laughing.

The cabin was empty at the moment, and the two claimed beds beside each other. "Well, here goes nothing." Zack said, shrugging as he kicked his flip flops off. Ian watched him lift his shirt off, then undo his shorts. Zack dropped them to the floor, followed by his boxers. Within a second, Zack was fully naked. Ian took a bit longer, but was soon naked as well. He felt his cock rising immediately, and there was nothing to do about it. In no time at all, Ian had a raging erection.

"Sheesh, man. Happy to see me?" Zack teased.

At that moment, the door to the cabin opened, and in stepped a tall, muscular black man. He was naked, save for some flip flops, and his cock was large, somewhat bouncing off his thighs.

"I thought we were supposed to have two more!" the man said. Ian tried in vain to hide his boner with his hands. "Oh don't worry about that. Shit happens." the guy added, seeing Ian's attempts to cover himself.

Ian found himself slightly mesmerized by the man's large, flopping cock. He tried not to stare, because he heard that was rude. The guy was tall, with washboard abs and was just a handful of years older than Ian and Zack were.

Zack manned up to shake the guy's hand. He stepped forward, extending his, saying "I'm Zack. This is Ian."

The man returned Zack's shake with a firm grip of his own, saying, "Zack, Ian, nice to meet you. I'm Trey."

 

[Brian S]

Been a while since I was left alone with my thoughts. I feel so different now. I'm noticing men more...all types of men. Doesn't seem to matter what they look like. I'll look at a 45 year old's butt in some tight khakis or a 20 year old's bouncing dick in basketball shorts just the same. I'm so horny lately. I can't get enough! Jacking off every day...two times a day...three times a day some days. Even when I do fuck Jackson, or Camden, or Dustin...

Funny, I used to be able to wrap my head around my thoughts...at least a little. Used to be able to explain them away or, ya know, come up with some reasoning. And the thoughts bugged me. Now? Now I got no Earthly explanation for my actions; can't even begin to understand them or explain them. Only difference is, I don't mind. The thoughts don't bug me anymore. I mean, I'm...I'm essentially a gay man these days. At least I'm living as if I was. Now, do I still find women attractive? Of course. I don't miss being with one, though. I don't miss the chase. I don't miss the sex. I don't miss the entanglement; I can fuck one of those guys and send them on their way. I don't have to worry about...feelings. Talking. Jealousy.

Shit, a year ago I barely understood why I liked seeing Krieg's cock...now here I am spouting the bonuses of fucking men. Life's crazy. Funny what can happen when you take some time to be honest with yourself. Now I wonder how many opportunities I missed because I couldn't be honest with myself. Wonder how different my life would be if I hadn't wasted those years with Stacia. But then how do I know I'd be in the same spot? Maybe my years with Stacia taught me a lesson. Maybe I had to be with her to open my own eyes. Maybe if we'd broken up before getting married, I would've just found someone else...another woman. And what if I was happy with that woman? Had a family with her? Would that have stopped me from finding men? Would I have found them at 50 and broken up my family? Or would I have found men at 20 and never thought twice? Guess a man could go crazy thinking about the "what ifs" and chasing threads that never happened. Only thing to do is live in the moment. Live for now. Be honest with yourself and do what you want to do.

Never know...I could move past this... I hate to call it a "phase", but what if it is? I could meet a lovely woman tomorrow. Hell, I could meet the perfect man tomorrow. Just gotta enjoy myself and take life as it comes. And right now, that means fucking some guys.

In the interest of being honest...I really do miss both Patrick and Krieg. I still don't know what happened there. I guess Krieg just...I don't know...got nervous? Freaked out about it? I mean it's one thing for him to wanna pick his life back up in Chicago. But to do it so...quickly...so suddenly...without even saying bye...it makes me think what happened between us freaked him out. Guess it did me too, a little, but...I liked it. Maybe I'd rather fuck than get fucked, but...I guess I'm not writing anything off at this point. And Patrick? Didn't think it was possible for him to get jealous. I'd love to be with him the same way I've been with these other guys...but I know he's too damn stubborn. Shit, feels like he and I have almost switched places...him having feelings and me just fucking men without worry. Next, I gotta see about those two new neighbors of mine. Don't know that they have any interest in me - not really putting myself down here like I used to, but it's the truth: They're a pretty young couple, football players, in amazing shape. Lots of reasons they might not be into me. But I intend on finding out if they are. Like I said, gotta grab life by the balls, or life'll grab you by the balls.

 

[Brian S]

Ian and Zack explored the nudist camp, while nude of course. It was a sprawling acreage; much bigger than either of them figured it would be. There were more cabins, areas for tents, RV hookups, plenty of outdoor activities, a mess hall, even a small fishing spot. One could get nearly lost hiking the trails that wound through the place.

Both boys giggled a bit at first, not used to the feeling of walking around balls-out naked. They were both surprised to see just how quickly that feeling faded away. Before long, they were exploring the camp unbothered, unencumbered by clothing. It was great to feel the slight breeze across their bodies; the sun on their skin. They stopped along a winding trail they were following so Ian could take a leak. You weren't really supposed to just take a piss wherever you wanted, but he wasn't doing it in the main part of camp, he figured. He barely stepped aside to take his leak.

"Okay...this is fuckin' fun!" Zack said.

"Agreed, man." Ian said, holding his dick as he pissed. He could see Zack, Zack could see him.

"Just like...fuckin' walking around nekkid? I could fuckin' live here." Zack said. He stretched his arms out and cocked his head back a bit to enjoy the rays of the sun. Ian noticed Zack's cock wasn't soft. He was far from hard, but Ian had seen it enough to know that Zack wasn't completely flaccid either. "You having fun?"

"Yeah." Ian said, shaking his cock off. "I am. Like...I was fine with the idea, but I didn't really think I'd have, like...THIS much fun."

"Same, bro." Zack said. The two started walking along the twisting path again, side by side, their soft dicks gently bouncing. "Wonder how many people are in our cabin?" Zack mused.

"I dunno. Some of the beds had stuff on them." Ian replied.

"Saw that. Wonder if it's co-ed? That'd be sweet."

"You're just holding out for some nudist MILF to wanna bang us, ain't ya?" Ian laughed.

"Well, I mean...yeah. You're not?"

"I mean sure. I just don't think that's gonna happen." Ian chuckled.

"Well a boy can dream!" Zack laughed. "What do you make of Trey?"

"What do you mean, what do I make of him? He seems nice." Ian replied.

"I dunno. Single guy at the nude camp...you think he's gay?"

"What? I dunno! Who cares if he is?" Ian asked.

"I don't, I'm just saying."

"Well, we're TWO guys at a nude camp, and I had a boner when I met him, so..."

"So you're gay?" Zack asked.

"Oh fuck off." Ian said, backhanding his buddy's bare chest and laughing.

"Speaking of which, what ever happened to your two ex roomies?" Zack asked.

"They moved to a house in town." Ian replied.

"I don't get why'd they move, just cuz they're gay?" Zack mused. Ian just shrugged, but he knew why. He knew it was because of him. At the time, he was angry. He was shocked. He didn't want to do what they did, but he figured he came down a little too hard on them. It's just that...finding out that way was a complete surprise; one that he felt he didn't handle that well.

As they walked along, they met a couple heading the opposite direction. They were pushing 50, and the man had salt and pepper hair, with a smooth, tanned body. His pubic hair was trimmed nearly gone, and he had a rather hefty looking uncut cock. The man's wife was fairly obese, with very large tits that had very large nipples. Her stomach covered her vagina. Ian and Zack smiled and nodded as they passed the couple, who returned the sentiment.

"Well. Never thought I'd be more attracted to a man than a woman." Zack uttered.

"You're terrible, man." Ian chuckled. "You do know this whole experience isn't about sex, right? Like, if you get too dirty, you'll get kicked out?"

"Of course, man. Ok so I said that in a shitty way, but I just meant, like...dude looked good for his age."

"So you're checking out dudes now?" Ian laughed.

It was Zack's turn to backhand Ian's chest. "Come on. Like you didn't notice it? Or, Trey's fuckin' monster?"

"I did notice Trey's." Ian admitted. "It's...just so big."

"Some guys have all the luck." Zack mused.

"So are we just openly talking about dicks now?" Ian chuckled.

"Dude. We're at a nude campground. I think if there's any time or place we could openly talk about dicks, it's here and now."

Ian nodded. Zack had a good point.

Neither boy could really put their fingers on what was growing inside each of them. They didn't feel it had anything to do with homosexuality; but there was a certain casualness that was taking root deep down. Ian didn't feel "gay" for Zack, but he felt comfortable with him; safe. He felt like maybe he could open up some to him. Zack was feeling the same way.

 

[Brian S]

As Saturday morning dawned bright and warm, Ryan stepped out onto his back deck in his white briefs, carrying coffee. Setting it down after he took a sip, Ryan stretched big and yawned, shaking off his slumber. He could feel his morning chub growing into morning wood as he lit a cigarette. He proceeded to stand there, taking in the beauty of the morning. He scratched his pubes by sticking his fingers into his briefs a bit, then adjusted his erection, wondering briefly if he could get away with jerking one off outside.

After about 10 minutes, Ryan heard the familiar sound of the back door to the neighboring house. He looked over, seeing Brighton stepping outside in his underwear as well. They were Saxx trunks, as usual, orange and white striped. Ryan nodded at Brighton, who nodded back before bringing his delicious body over for a chat. Ryan couldn't help but see the similarities between this and what he and Krieg used to to. Except Brighton didn't smoke, therefore there was really no reason for him to be outside.

In truth, Brighton had glanced out the window and had seen Ryan standing on his deck in his underwear. Brighton quickly pulled on the first pair he could find to join Ryan.

"How's it goin, man?" Brighton asked, fistbumping with Ryan.

"Good. How about you?"

"Good, good. Gotta mow today." Brighton said, almost offhand.

"Better do it before it gets too hot." Ryan suggested.

"Yeah. Like, it's already really warm." Brighton observed.

The two engaged in awkward small talk, both of them stealing glances at the other's package. Brighton wasn't experienced with hitting on men, let alone one older than him. Ryan wasn't sure if Brighton and Parker would be into him. Was he too old for them? Were they a couple? Because of uncertainty on both their parts, nothing was said to further the sexual dialogue. However, they were both trying to commit the memory of each other in their underwear to their respective "spank banks".

Roughly 20 minutes later, Parker and Brighton began working on the yard. They wouldn't typically pay as much attention to it as they did, but part of the stipulation of them renting the house was that they keep the yard immaculate. Krieg's father had seen to that. Ryan watched the two boys work, still in his briefs.

Both boys were shirtless and sweaty. They dressed to be tantalizing on purpose. Brighton had white basketball shorts on, over a black jockstrap. He knew full well what happened to those shorts when he worked up a sweat. Parker wore silvery-grey basketball shorts with no underwear. Ryan noticed his floppage straight away, as Parker pushed the mower around the yard. Brighton ran the weed trimmer, his sweaty, football-player muscles flexing as he did. The sweatier he got, the more Ryan could see of his ass. When he bent over, Ryan could see the black straps of his jock hugging his ass, and the faint shadow of Brighton's crack. Meanwhile, Parker's cock was flopping and jiggling around in his shorts. Ryan got stiff without even touching himself.

When the boys were finishing up, Ryan dashed in for three beers. Once the yardwork was done, Ryan hollered over, "Come grab a beer!"

Brighton and Parker looked at each other and then proceeded to saunter over. Ryan didn't know where to rest his eyes. Both had such tantalizing, sweaty chests. He could see right through Brighton's sweaty shorts, making out the jockstrap outline. But Parker's cock wagged, teasing him, outlining itself in those shorts of his. They also rode juuuuust low enough on Parker's hips to show a hint of the boy's trimmed pubic hair. Ryan was still about half hard in his white Hanes, but he obviously didn't care.

Ryan handed each a Bud Light, and the two boys laughed about having a beer at 11 AM. "Eh, it's Saturday and you just worked hard." Ryan said, not that they were complaining about a beer.

For the next ten minutes or so, the three worked hard to be showy for each other. Ryan adjusted himself and picked at his balls through his briefs. Brighton scratched at his pubes and dug around in his jock to reposition his cock. Parker stood with his hands on his hips, knowing he was pushing his shorts down just a bit further. Ryan couldn't tell with Brighton, but it seemed like Parker was getting juuuuust a bit aroused. His flop seemed lower, and more pronounced.

"We really gotta hang out sometime." Parker said.

"Well what are you boys doing tomorrow?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing." Brighton said. Parker agreed.

"Well why don't we have ourselves a little barbecue? A little Sunday afternoon party." Ryan suggested, eager to get to know them better.

"Yeah that sounds good." Parker said. "What, like, 4:00?"

"Sounds perfect." Ryan said.

Brighton nodded.

"All right. We've got, like, burgers and hot dogs." Parker said.

"I'll bring the beer." Ryan added.

Once the time was set, the two boys wandered back towards their house to shower. Ryan stood, watching them walk away. Parker's shorts were caught a bit in his ass crack, defining his ass a little more. Brighton's was damn near visible in his shorts, as his cheeks pushed against the wet, white material. His jock providing a perfect outline. Ryan dared himself to thumb his briefs down a bit so he could wag his cock at them behind their backs. Of course he did it quickly before putting it away again, but that was enough to set off another hardon.

 

[Brian S]

Ian and Zack both rose early, eager to get a start on their nude day. They both conked out fairly early the night before, due to the long day they had. To that end, they hadn't met all their bunk mates yet. The two stepped into their flip flops and walked outside.

"Not gonna lie, it's real fuckin' sweet to not have to put on any clothes." Zack said.

"Yeah it is." Ian agreed. He looked down, noticing Zack's semi morning chub. The two hoofed it down to the outdoor showers; a short walk from their cabin. Once they got close enough, they could see Trey was there, lathering up. The two simply stepped right up to the showers and each turned on a head.

"Morning, boys." Trey said, confidently. When Ian turned to say hello back, he noticed Trey's cock was completely, unmistakably hard.

"Morning." Ian muttered. Zack followed suit. Trey wasn't necessarily drawing attention to his cock, but he didn't need to for it to be eye-catching. Soapy and wet, it wagged in front of him as he showered.

"Anything on the agenda today?" he asked.

"Uh...maybe a hike or something." Zack said, caught somewhere between being mesmerized by Trey's cock and being uncomfortable by it.

"Sand volleyball at 3, if you're interested." Trey said.

"Well that would definitely give us something to do." Ian said, addressing Zack mostly just to break the awkwardness. Even more awkward is that Ian and Zack both also got hardons. Ian's came on strong and fast; Zack had been flirting with a boner since he woke up anyway. They were each used to getting hardons in the shower, but that was private, not outdoors.

Trey finished rinsing, toweled himself dry, and bid farewell for the moment to the boys. His erection didn't falter the whole time.

"Fuck, that's a big dick!" Zack laughed once Trey was outside of earshot.

"Jesus, dude." Ian laughed.

"Wull! It is!"

Once Ian and Zack were showered and dried, they decided to go for another walk around the grounds. They wanted to explore further, and really take in what the place had to offer. The two boys encountered several other nudists as they walked around; most of them being significantly older than them. They wandered into the mess hall, checking out the vending machine offerings.

Zack led the way as the two exited the mess hall; Ian close behind him. All at once, Zack stopped, and Ian walked right into him; his cock mashing squarely against Zack's left ass cheek. "Jesus, dude, what are ya doin'?" he asked.

"Look. At. Her." Zack said, full well noticing that Ian's dick had nudged his ass, but too preoccupied to care. "She's fuckin' gorgeous."

Ian stepped back and around Zack to get a view of who he was talking about. That's when he saw the girl. She was about their age, with dark hair that bounded down in tight curls. Her silky, mocha skin looked radiant in the sun. She cut an intriguing figure; perky tits with dark nipples, and a shaved pussy. She dropped her phone in the grass, and casually bent over to pick it up, not thinking anything of it. This action, though, afforded the boys a view of the dark folds of her pussy.

"Jeeeezus." Zack practically moaned.

"Pick your jaw up." Ian teased.

The two were too entranced by the girl's beauty to notice the man heading for her. They both at once realized she was with him, as they gave each other a hug. The two turned to walk off, holding hands. The man was slightly older than them, a blonde man with an extremely large, shaved cock. It bounced off his thighs as they strolled away.

"Aw, she's taken." Ian teased.

"Well, at least she likes white dick." Zack laughed.

"Jesus, dude." Ian half-chided.

"What?"

"Well, she likes BIG white dick anyway." Ian teased.

"What's that mean?" Zack laughed.

"That's the biggest dick I've ever seen in person." Ian replied dryly.

"You seen a lot of dicks or something?" Zack teased.

"I've seen yours, and I've seen his, sooo..."

"You're one to talk!" Zack laughed as they proceeded on their walk. "Mine's bigger than yours."

"Please. You're longer, but I'm fatter."

The boys walked on in silence for a few moments. Out of the blue, Zack said, "I would probably pay to watch them fuck, though."

Ian had to admit - even if it was to himself - that he was pretty curious to know just how big that guy's dick got. As they continued their walk, both Ian and Zack got at least partially hard at various points, with Zack popping full wood later on. This was something that Ian absolutely noticed.

 

[Brian S]

Frot video shoot for "My Drummer's Balls" -

Krieg, Lance, Dog, and Dakota were all in their underwear at their own apartment. Hector was there, fully clothed, getting his camera ready as the boys took their positions at their instruments. Once everyone was set, Hector started the playback of the song, and the boys began mimicking their parts. Hector filmed them with one static camera to get a wide shot of the whole band. With a handheld, he wandered in and out of the boys, zeroing in on Krieg's face here, Dakota's chest there. He stayed out of frame for a while, to get some wide shots established. The idea was that this was going to be a quickly-edited video, with fast jump cuts.

Once they ran through the song, they dressed and packed up what they needed to haul it to Hector's studio. They set everything up, stripping naked this time, and ran through the song again in much the same way. They wanted different locations to splice together. Dakota and Lance's cocks were hidden by their guitars, and Dog was seated, keeping his cock hidden from the wide shot as well.

"Okay, now...we're thinking we want Krieg's dick to make an appearance in every video, yeah?" Hector asked.

"I'm down." Krieg shrugged. The rest of the band nodded their approval.

"Cool." Hector said, grabbing his handheld camera again. "Krieg, you just stand still, and I'll film it."

Krieg did as he was asked, and Hector got fairly close to his cock with the camera, walking around Krieg several times in both directions to film his cock.

"Great. I'll splice that in somewhere. And now, I just need Dog." Hector said. The other three boys took a break, helping themselves to some beer that Hector had offered earlier. They stood around naked, partly out of solidarity to Dog, partly because they didn't give a fuck.

Hector had Dog stand in front of the black backdrop. "Okay, for the first take, let's have you hold your dick up and like, move your hips all around, get those balls flopping."

Dog chuckled, but did as he was asked. He held his dick up and pivoted his hips, fucked the air, did whatever he needed to do to get his pendulous balls to swing.

"Okay, let's try one with the dick down." Hector said. Dog repeated his actions, letting his cock wiggle along with his balls.

"Okay, let's do one where you're sorta actively batting them around." Hector said. Dog grabbed his balls with his hand and wagged them, pushed them around, sort of batted at them with his fingertips.

"Aaaaand one final take where it's from behind." Hector said. Dog turned around and stood with his legs apart, so Hector could film them between his thighs. "And we're done!"

"Seriously, it's soooo fuckin' trippy to just like, have your balls filmed." Dog laughed.

"Oh you loved it." Krieg teased.

"I did! Still trippy though."

Lance handed Dog a beer of his own, and the four bandmates stood naked while Hector explained the process.

"I'll edit this together, layer the music on...should take me a few days. I'm thinking fast cuts with Dog's balls interspersed throughout. And your cock of course, Krieg."

"Sweet!" Dog exclaimed, chugging a third of his beer. "What should we film next?"

 

[Brian S]

*****2013*****

Ryan and Patrick were attending the auto expo, just like they'd done the previous year. Patrick was on edge for multiple reasons; the primary one being that he hadn't had sex in months, not since Heath and his friends had all fucked him. That was all very much by Patrick's design; he didn't like what he'd become. It still didn't make the lack of sex any easier. This was compounded by the fact that Ryan had been extremely casual about being in his briefs in the hotel room. It was their third and final night there, so the two were enjoying themselves with plenty of beer.

Patrick's cock threatened to get hard in his red briefs all night long. If he wasn't mistaken, Patrick thought that Ryan was maybe dealing with the same thing; his bulge looked a little fuller from time to time throughout the night.

To make matters worse, Stacia was sending Patrick photos of herself; closeups of her bare tits and the front of her thong. At one point, he looked over at Ryan, who was engrossed in a TV show, and sent her "Stop it." She responded by sending a pic of her pussy, her fingers holding the folds wide open. "STOP" he sent back. The pictures abated...for a time.

When Ryan and Patrick retreated to the bathroom for a cigarette, Patrick felt horrible for what was going on. Surely Ryan didn't know Stacia was sending him nudes. Patrick also realized the hypocritical nature of his thoughts, considering he would let Ryan fuck him in a heartbeat.

Ryan noticed Patrick looking at his bulge, and he wrote it off as platonic curiosity, or maybe that's just where Patrick's eyes landed, anything other than sexual desire. The concept hadn't even entered Ryan's mind. Plus, he was noticing Patrick's semi-hard bulge, so he couldn't exactly fault the boy for doing the same. Ryan settled on a "shit happens when you're in your underwear" kind of attitude. It's not that he wrote off the idea that they might be attracted to each other; it's that the idea didn't even pop up in his head.

Back in the bedroom, Patrick had to silence his phone as Stacia began texting him again. The pictures were graphic; closeups of her pussy, her fingers inside her.

"Stop it. What if I showed these to Ryan?" Patrick text her.

"You wouldn't."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You like him too much to hurt him." she sent.

"I don't like him like you think I do. But I obviously like him more than you do."

"Please, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at him." she sent Patrick. Then she sent, "Anyway I have insurance."

"What are you talking about?!?" he asked.

Stacia didn't respond with words. Instead she just sent a full-body nude of Patrick to Patrick. He had taken it months ago, in a mirror. In the photo, he was naked, hard, holding his boner, and his face was included. "Where the fuck did you get that? Did you snoop through my fucking phone?"

"No you sent it to me."

"Bullshit I did."

"Along with several closeups of your cock and a short cum video." she said.

"You fucking snooped through my phone? When did you do that? You're fucking awful."

"I didn't snoop. You sent them to me."

"I did fucking not. Fuck, you're a terrible person. Stop fucking texting me." Patrick just shut his phone off completely and put it on the nightstand.

Several minutes later, Ryan stood up and stretched. "I think I need to turn in." he said.

"Yeah, probably." Patrick agreed.

Ryan casually dropped his briefs, showing his quarter-hard cock to the boy. He then laid down, while Patrick took off his own red briefs and tossed them on the floor. A few minutes passed before Ryan said, "Ugh, shoulda had a smoke."

"Yeah." Patrick answered passively.

Ryan swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up before shuffling naked to the bathroom. Patrick followed suit. The two stood in the closed bathroom with the fan on, buck naked. Both their cocks were on edge; Patrick's for the reasons already mentioned, and Ryan's because he and Stacia hadn't had sex in some time. The two stood there in relative silence, their cocks throbbing slightly with every heartbeat. Patrick's was getting harder faster than Ryan's, but Ryan's was certainly working itself up.

Before too long, both of them were rock hard. It was awkward for both of them, for different reasons. Patrick simply wanted to drop to his knees to suck Ryan off. Ryan felt his boner was due to lack of sex, and his mind didn't connect it to Patrick whatsoever. Both men glanced at each other's hard cocks and gave one another an awkward smile, neither able to look at the other for long.

Out of the blue, Ryan burst out laughing, which caused his dick to wag. It also caused Patrick to chuckle, though he didn't know what he was chuckling about. "Shit happens." Ryan shrugged.

"Yeah." Patrick agreed. "I mean, they're just dicks." he added.

Ryan chuckled and soon they were done smoking. They returned to their respective beds, naked and hard, to turn in. They both managed to fall asleep, but Patrick awoke some time later with an erection that wouldn't quit. He looked over at Ryan, and since he was unable to see anything good, Patrick got up to retreat to the bathroom.

He didn't shut the door entirely, but he did close it most of the way. He stood at the sink, stroking his cock, thinking about Ryan's naked body. He recalled it all - Ryan's briefs, his ass, watching Ryan's cock throb itself hard in front of him. Patrick spat in his hand to tug his dick aggressively, hoping to just cum, take the edge off, and go back to bed. As he shuffled his hand up and down his cock, the door opened.

He looked to his right to see Ryan standing there, naked. Ryan's cock was about half hard, and Patrick looked at it, continuing to stroke himself.

"Oh. Shit." Ryan chuckled, rubbing his eyes. "Didn't realize..." he said, turning to leave the bathroom. Patrick came just then. Ryan didn't see it, but Patrick could see Ryan's ass. Patrick's cum overshot the sink, splattering against the hotel mirror, the faucet, the little stand of mini shampoos and soap. His load went everywhere; so much so that when he was done, he had to clean up the counter before returning to bed.

Ryan then got up, his cock hard as a rock again. Patrick laid in bed, wondering what Ryan was up to. He didn't hear any pissing, and he was in there too long for that anyway. Patrick wanted to get up and walk in on Ryan, but knew that was too obvious, too bold. It wasn't like Ryan walking in on him, since Ryan had been asleep.

Several excruciating minutes passed, and Ryan returned from the bathroom, his dick now flaccid. He climbed into bed, and Patrick legitimately had to piss anyway, so he got up to return to the bathroom. As he stood at the toilet pissing, Patrick noticed something - one, singular, solitary streak of cum rolling slowly down the underside of the toilet lid. Ryan had jacked off after all.

 

[william1]

*****2013*****

Ryan and Patrick were attending the auto expo, just like they'd done the previous year. Patrick was on edge for multiple reasons; the primary one being that he hadn't had sex in months, not since Heath and his friends had all fucked him. That was all very much by Patrick's design; he didn't like what he'd become. It still didn't make the lack of sex any easier. This was compounded by the fact that Ryan had been extremely casual about being in his briefs in the hotel room. It was their third and final night there, so the two were enjoying themselves with plenty of beer.

Patrick's cock threatened to get hard in his red briefs all night long. If he wasn't mistaken, Patrick thought that Ryan was maybe dealing with the same thing; his bulge looked a little fuller from time to time throughout the night.

To make matters worse, Stacia was sending Patrick photos of herself; closeups of her bare tits and the front of her thong. At one point, he looked over at Ryan, who was engrossed in a TV show, and sent her "Stop it." She responded by sending a pic of her pussy, her fingers holding the folds wide open. "STOP" he sent back. The pictures abated...for a time.

When Ryan and Patrick retreated to the bathroom for a cigarette, Patrick felt horrible for what was going on. Surely Ryan didn't know Stacia was sending him nudes. Patrick also realized the hypocritical nature of his thoughts, considering he would let Ryan fuck him in a heartbeat.

Ryan noticed Patrick looking at his bulge, and he wrote it off as platonic curiosity, or maybe that's just where Patrick's eyes landed, anything other than sexual desire. The concept hadn't even entered Ryan's mind. Plus, he was noticing Patrick's semi-hard bulge, so he couldn't exactly fault the boy for doing the same. Ryan settled on a "shit happens when you're in your underwear" kind of attitude. It's not that he wrote off the idea that they might be attracted to each other; it's that the idea didn't even pop up in his head.

Back in the bedroom, Patrick had to silence his phone as Stacia began texting him again. The pictures were graphic; closeups of her pussy, her fingers inside her.

"Stop it. What if I showed these to Ryan?" Patrick text her.

"You wouldn't."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You like him too much to hurt him." she sent.

"I don't like him like you think I do. But I obviously like him more than you do."

"Please, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at him." she sent Patrick. Then she sent, "Anyway I have insurance."

"What are you talking about?!?" he asked.

Stacia didn't respond with words. Instead she just sent a full-body nude of Patrick to Patrick. He had taken it months ago, in a mirror. In the photo, he was naked, hard, holding his boner, and his face was included. "Where the fuck did you get that? Did you snoop through my fucking phone?"

"No you sent it to me."

"Bullshit I did."

"Along with several closeups of your cock and a short cum video." she said.

"You fucking snooped through my phone? When did you do that? You're fucking awful."

"I didn't snoop. You sent them to me."

"I did fucking not. Fuck, you're a terrible person. Stop fucking texting me." Patrick just shut his phone off completely and put it on the nightstand.

Several minutes later, Ryan stood up and stretched. "I think I need to turn in." he said.

"Yeah, probably." Patrick agreed.

Ryan casually dropped his briefs, showing his quarter-hard cock to the boy. He then laid down, while Patrick took off his own red briefs and tossed them on the floor. A few minutes passed before Ryan said, "Ugh, shoulda had a smoke."

"Yeah." Patrick answered passively.

Ryan swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up before shuffling naked to the bathroom. Patrick followed suit. The two stood in the closed bathroom with the fan on, buck naked. Both their cocks were on edge; Patrick's for the reasons already mentioned, and Ryan's because he and Stacia hadn't had sex in some time. The two stood there in relative silence, their cocks throbbing slightly with every heartbeat. Patrick's was getting harder faster than Ryan's, but Ryan's was certainly working itself up.

Before too long, both of them were rock hard. It was awkward for both of them, for different reasons. Patrick simply wanted to drop to his knees to suck Ryan off. Ryan felt his boner was due to lack of sex, and his mind didn't connect it to Patrick whatsoever. Both men glanced at each other's hard cocks and gave one another an awkward smile, neither able to look at the other for long.

Out of the blue, Ryan burst out laughing, which caused his dick to wag. It also caused Patrick to chuckle, though he didn't know what he was chuckling about. "Shit happens." Ryan shrugged.

"Yeah." Patrick agreed. "I mean, they're just dicks." he added.

Ryan chuckled and soon they were done smoking. They returned to their respective beds, naked and hard, to turn in. They both managed to fall asleep, but Patrick awoke some time later with an erection that wouldn't quit. He looked over at Ryan, and since he was unable to see anything good, Patrick got up to retreat to the bathroom.

He didn't shut the door entirely, but he did close it most of the way. He stood at the sink, stroking his cock, thinking about Ryan's naked body. He recalled it all - Ryan's briefs, his ass, watching Ryan's cock throb itself hard in front of him. Patrick spat in his hand to tug his dick aggressively, hoping to just cum, take the edge off, and go back to bed. As he shuffled his hand up and down his cock, the door opened.

He looked to his right to see Ryan standing there, naked. Ryan's cock was about half hard, and Patrick looked at it, continuing to stroke himself.

"Oh. Shit." Ryan chuckled, rubbing his eyes. "Didn't realize..." he said, turning to leave the bathroom. Patrick came just then. Ryan didn't see it, but Patrick could see Ryan's ass. Patrick's cum overshot the sink, splattering against the hotel mirror, the faucet, the little stand of mini shampoos and soap. His load went everywhere; so much so that when he was done, he had to clean up the counter before returning to bed.

Ryan then got up, his cock hard as a rock again. Patrick laid in bed, wondering what Ryan was up to. He didn't hear any pissing, and he was in there too long for that anyway. Patrick wanted to get up and walk in on Ryan, but knew that was too obvious, too bold. It wasn't like Ryan walking in on him, since Ryan had been asleep.

Several excruciating minutes passed, and Ryan returned from the bathroom, his dick now flaccid. He climbed into bed, and Patrick legitimately had to piss anyway, so he got up to return to the bathroom. As he stood at the toilet pissing, Patrick noticed something - one, singular, solitary streak of cum rolling slowly down the underside of the toilet lid. Ryan had jacked off after all.

Great, love this between the two of them, shame it took them so many years !

 

[Brian S]

Ian and Zack decided they would play nude sand volleyball, so they made their way to the court at just before 3. The girl Zack had crushed on earlier was there, as well as her hung boyfriend. Trey was there as well.

It was five against five. Ian, Zack, and Vanessa - Zack had to find out her name, of course - were on a team with an older couple, in their 60's. They were older, but they were spunky. The woman was petite, with a grey pixie-style haircut. Her breasts were small, but much perkier than Ian or Zack would have guessed them to be. She was shaved clean down below, and her body was remarkably fit. They seemed like an active couple. The man appeared to be a decade younger than he really was, sporting a rather trim waistline and torso. His chest was blanketed with hair that used to be dark but was more salt and pepper now. He trimmed his pubes low, and his cock was average in size, with lopsided, lowhanging balls. Ian was surprised at how...youthful...the man's junk appeared to be. Both of them were sunkissed, perfectly golden.

Trey and Vanessa's boyfriend were on the opposing team. They had one woman on their team. She appeared to be roughly 35, with massive tits. The other two players were men; both probably in their early 40's, Ian guessed. They looked similar, almost; trim, slim, nearly petite men. Each had trimmed chest hair and pubes, and both their cocks seemed rather average, though one was uncut.

Zack served first, overhand, smacking the ball across the net right into Trey's waiting arms. He bumped it back over to Vanessa, and the game was on. Zack was in the back row behind Vanessa, and he found himself becoming more and more preoccupied with looking at Vanessa's ass. She would crouch in a fairly wide stance, rocking back and forth on her feet, ready to move in either direction. Zack ogled her, of course.

Ian, meanwhile, did look at Vanessa's ass as well. However, his eyes kept wandering towards her boyfriend and Trey's flopping cocks. He didn't think much of it, figuring that they were swinging and bouncing so wildly that he couldn't not notice it.

Both boys started to feel extremely comfortable in their nudity. Playing volleyball naked will do that. There was so much flopping and bouncing of various body parts that Ian and Zack almost felt intimate with everyone playing. At one point, Zack got an erection. Ian noticed it, but he didn't know if Zack had noticed it. Ian couldn't figure out how Zack wouldn't know he was hard, but he was acting so casually that it seemed he didn't. Nobody said anything to Zack, but of course Zack didn't intentionally get himself hard, nor did he call attention to it. It deflated naturally - at least most of the way. Ian also couldn't help but notice that Trey's cock seemed more than slightly chubbed too, though Zack was the only guy to get a full boner during the game.

Ian and Zack's team lost, and some other people wanted to play, so the two boys gave up their spots to go wandering around again. They thanked everyone for a good time and set off on foot, finding the walking trail.

"Fuck, did you see that boner I got, man?" Zack laughed.

"Uh, yeah. I wondered if you noticed or not."

"How could I not notice?"

Ian shrugged.

"Anyway, it was all cuz of Vanessa, man. Dayum, she's hot."

"Well, she has a boyfriend, and nudists can be pretty strict about sexual activity, so I'd be careful, man." Ian warned.

"I know, I know...I ain't gonna do nothing about it. But I can imagine it, can't I?" Zack laughed.

The continued down the twisting path, unable to see any part of the main campground. Zack was espousing Vanessa's virtues as they hiked along. It was warm, and the sun beat down on them, causing them both to start sweating. Zack's cock began to throb again, something both boys noticed. It wasn't long until Zack was rock hard yet again, his dick wagging to and fro in front of him as he walked.

All at once, Zack stopped walking and looked around. Without any warning or preamble, he spat in his hand and began working his cock.

"What are you doing?" Ian urgently whispered, for no reason.

"Man, I gotta take care of this. I'm gonna get kicked outta here if I keep popping wood all day."

"You're gonna get kicked outta here for jacking off on the nature trail!" Ian laughed.

"Well, a boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do." Zack shrugged. "There's fuck-all for privacy here if you don't have an RV or a tent."

"There's the bathrooms." Ian shrugged.

"Yeah, like I'm gonna sit in a public fucking lean-to that smells like warm shit." Zack said. Ian shrugged, knowing Zack had a point. The public bathrooms did leave something to be desired.

Ian drew his hand to his mouth as he looked around, and spat in it to grope his soft cock.

"You're not even hard, dude." Zack pointed out.

"I know, but I'll be in the same boat if I don't whack it too." Ian reasoned.

"Fair enough, man. I mean we've done it before." Zack said.

"Yeah." I an agreed.

It didn't take Ian long to get his cock hard, and Zack continued talking about Vanessa.

"Fuck, I wanna fuck her. Wanna fuck them titties." he moaned.

"Yeahhh..." Ian replied.

"Fuck, could you imagine if we got to spit roast her? Or even fuckin' DP her? Shiiit."

"That'd be hot."

"Yeah it would."

"I'm down for that, you know. We never did get to finish what we started that night." Zack said, spitting in his hand again.

"Same, man." I an agreed.

"Might be a little weird having our dicks rub together, but..."

"It'd be worth it to DP a girl." Ian finished.

"Fuck yeah it would. Fuck, that'd be hot." Zack said, really giving his cock a work over.

"I can't believe we're...standing here buck naked, jerking off at a nudist camp." Ian laughed.

Zack laughed too. "I know, right? If you had asked me a year ago...hell, even a month ago..."

"Or like an hour ago." Ian said, chuckling.

As the two jacked themselves, they looked around, keeping their wits about them. On more than a few occasions, Ian's eyes wandered down to Zack's cock, and Zack's eyes wandered down to Ian's. They both saw each other looking, but said nothing about it. They both had adopted the "how could you not" attitude about it.

They were mostly silent, but finally Zack let out a small grunt as he reached down to cup his own balls with his free hand. He tugged on his nuts and let out another small grunt. Within a couple seconds, he was shooting his load out onto the dirt path. Stream after stream splattered on the dry ground, and Zack's knees wobbled a bit. Once he was done, he stood upright, his hard cock still throbbing.

"Hurry up, bro, we don't wanna get caught." Zack urged.

"I know, man, I'm trying. You started before me." Ian said, tugging his short, fat dick vigorously. Zack had little to do but keep watch and glance down at Ian's cock. He tried not to, but he was right there, a mere few feet from his jacking buddy, so it was tough not to notice.

"Unh..." Ian moaned. He didn't announce his orgasm either, he simply jerked and let his shallow breaths leak from his mouth. Soon, he shot as well, and Zack was looking right at Ian's cock when he did. Ian's cum flew out onto the dry dirt as well, and his knees also grew a bit weak. He glanced at Zack's slightly deflating dick a couple of times as he came. Once Ian was done, Zack said, "All right, let's get outta here." The two continued their walk, both their hard cocks slowly softening.