Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

I should really go to sleep and hit that product show early, but...oh well. I'm kinda having fun in the hotel room. This place is pretty awesome! I'm on the fifth floor and the place has a balcony that extends all the way around the building, accessible from a sliding glass door.

I ordered room service a little earlier. Yes, I answered my door naked for the guy. I...I wasn't going to. I felt like I shouldn't. But I did. He was in his late 20's, very lean and compact; a slight man. His eyes widened when he saw me, and a slight smile crept over his face. I let him in so he could put the tray down on the desk, and I felt the need to apologize to him. I don't know why.

"Sorry I'm...you know." I said, sorta gesturing to myself.

"Gurl, you're not even the first one today." he said, laughing.

"Really?" I asked.

"I swear, hotels make people lose their goddamn minds." he laughed. Then he shrugged, giving my dick a glance! I felt my dick sorta "wake up" when he looked at it. "At least you're a guy.", he added. I tipped him well, adding it onto the credit card receipt as my cock got harder and harder. He looked at it once more before he left and smiled as he said, "You have a good night. Let me know if you need anything else."

I ate my burger and fries and then laid on the bed nude to watch TV. Never can find anything worth watching in a hotel room. I found myself wishing I had brought my dildo and stuff. I didn't even think to. I pulled shorts on before I stepped out onto the balcony for a smoke. Immediately, I was overcome with the urge to be naked out there! I didn't do it, not on my first cigarette anyway. I did it in stages...

The second smoke I had, I put on my briefs and threw my shorts on over them. It was kind of late, but not THAT late. I realized I could wander past other sliding glass doors that led to other rooms. I couldn't tell if that thought was sexy or unsettling. I guess it depends on what you used it for. After I got kind of comfortable with being out there, I dropped my shorts and had a cigarette in just my white briefs. I felt a rush go through me. How exciting this was, and I wasn't even naked yet! I could see the traffic going by on the busy street five stories below. I wondered if anybody could see me, and I doubted it. It was too dark. But the idea of one of them truck drivers looking up to see me in my underwear was pretty dang exciting!

The next smoke I had, I went out in just my briefs, without my shorts as a safety net. I was standing out there, enjoying the view, feeling horny. I hadn't paid attention that the room next to mine had its sliding door open. Before I knew it, a guy came out and scared the ever-loving daylights outta me! I'd heard him chuckle and say "Nice", and for a split second I was scared half to death that I was busted, standing out there in my underwear! At least I wasn't naked. My mind instantly started to come up with an excuse, but as I turned around I saw he was in his underwear too! Weirdly enough, they were also white briefs, but his were Jockeys. I've never worn that kind...can't even recall seeing 'em in person.

"I love that we had the exact same idea, man!" he laughed. "Alex." he said, extending his hand.

I shook it and said "Ryan". I followed it up with, "Yeah I figured it was late enough..."

"Yeah. Who gives a fuck." Alex said, lighting a smoke. He was about my age, and his frame was about like mine, only he was leaner. He was also hairier than me. He had dark hair, almost black. I have to admit it struck me that his briefs were cut nice, they fit him well. For all intents and purposes, he was a pretty attractive guy! We talked about a lot of things but also about nothing at all. Just shot the shit. He had a kinda "I won't tell if you won't tell" attitude about being on the balcony in our briefs. Nice guy.

I actually drifted off for a while and woke up around 2 AM. I originally wasn't gonna step out naked, due to running into my hotel neighbor. But I woke up thinking about it, and it was late... So I simply strolled out to the balcony buck-ass nekkid. I left my sliding door open just in case I needed to make a quick getaway. What. A. Rush!! My cock swelled hard, quickly, and I leaned my forearms on the railing as I looked out to the street and the parking lot below. I turned to make sure Alex's door was shut, and it was. His curtains were pulled shut too. I lit up a cig.

The thing of it was, I could hear people...somewhere. I could hear voices, probably on a different balcony. Car doors in the parking lot. The sounds of vehicles running or starting. The sights and sounds of vehicles on the street nearby. This late it was mostly trucks. Semis, delivery trucks, things like that.

The breeze was incredible, five stories up. Even though it was a warm summer night, I got goosebumps. The breeze wasn't cold, but it felt so good swirling around my naked body. I wondered again if the truck drivers could see me...I hoped they could. I both wanted and didn't want someone to catch me. A guy, preferably. For one, that's the mode I've been in lately. Also seemed like it would be too rude to show myself like this to a lady. The idea of exposing myself to other men sure has taken hold of me lately. I don't know why other than it feels like something "you're not supposed to do". Not supposed to show your dick to another man. I mean being gay is one thing. But straight guys aren't supposed to act like that. So many guy code rules - leave a buffer urinal, look straight ahead while pissing, don't change your clothes in front of other guys, certainly don't answer the door naked! Eh, fuck those "rules".

Well of course I spat in my hand and started playing with myself. Standing right there on the fucking balcony! I can't describe how fucking naughty I felt, the rush of adrenaline that surged through me! I didn't do nothing fancy, didn't take my time with it. Just stood there with my knees slightly bent, facing the street. Hoping that some truck driver could see me jerking my cock. I felt it build quickly, and I went with it. I knew I was about to cum, and I managed to shoot just as a Sysco food truck was pulling into the parking lot! Fuck, I sure hope that driver saw me cum! Course as soon as I had, I felt I better get my naked ass back inside!

I darted inside, feeling cum dripping on my legs still. What a goddamn rush!

 

[skipt77]

I love this story. I love how you keep adding new characters and how Ryan keeps becoming more and more of an exhibitionist.

 

[Brian S]

Naked, Krieg let himself into Ryan's house the first night he was away. After all, Ryan had made it abundantly clear - almost too clear - that Krieg was welcome to. He didn't really have any specific plan in mind; he just kind of wanted to look around. As he strolled through the kitchen and beyond, Krieg's cock was slightly plumped from the excitement of it all. The main floor of Ryan's house yielded not much of interest, so Krieg climbed the stairs to check out the bedroom. Krieg realized their houses were similar - most houses on the block were - but Ryan's was bigger. Of course, he once thought he was going to start a family there with his wife.

As Krieg entered the main bedroom, he noticed it smelled like Ryan in there. It wasn't an unpleasant scent, just...sort of manly with a hint of auto garage smell mixed in. He saw a pair of briefs on the floor, which matched the odd pair he now had. It confirmed to him that Ryan HAD swapped a pair. Krieg didn't care, in fact he found it kind of titillating. However, he wondered if it was a blatant move by Ryan to send a hint his way? Or did Ryan really think that the briefs matched so much that Krieg wouldn't notice?

Krieg's cock continued to stiffen without any physical stimulation; it was all mental. Just the idea of what he was doing. He slid open Ryan's underwear drawer, seeing his own newer, slightly smaller briefs folded on top of the pile. Krieg smirked to himself as he dug further past Ryan's tighty whities. Something purple caught his eye, and he pulled out the Versace underwear.

"Versace?" Krieg asked out loud to nobody. He found the underwear to be pretty sexy, as well as surprising, given Ryan's penchant for wearing exclusively Hanes white briefs. Everyone's got a pair or two that don't match everything else, Krieg thought. Krieg was holding the underwear up to look at them, and ultimately lowered them to stick his feet through the leg holes. He slid them up his legs until they caressed his balls and growing cock. He got settled in, and looked down to check himself out. Jesus, I could fuck with these...I look good! He wandered to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror, just to confirm what he already thought about them; that he looked good in them. He caressed his cock through the royal purple material, getting horny about it but also still surprised that Ryan had Versace underwear. Too bad he only has this one pair; he'd notice if I took them.

Back in Ryan's bedroom, Krieg pulled the underwear off, folded it again, and stuck it back where he had found them. The next pair of interest were the Andrew Christian ones Ryan had just ordered.

"What the-" Krieg actually asked out loud again. He slipped them on, the pouch barely able to contain his cock which was now almost completely hard. He reached back to feel his bare ass sticking out of them, and was now maybe even more surprised at Ryan. Is he a bottom? Krieg wondered, while giggling out loud. He suddenly felt a pang of regret for flipping out at Lance the way he did. After all, there he was, standing in his neighbor's house, wearing his underwear with a solid boner, wondering about his neighbor's sexual activities. Still, it wasn't the fact that Lance was into men. What hurt Krieg was that Lance didn't tell him. That he had a stranger in his bed. As Krieg pulled the Andrew Christians off to put them back, he thought he still might have been too hard on Lance. It was just such a shock to find out that way.

Yet, he kind of understood Lance. He couldn't REALLY fault him for not talking about his sexuality. Lance had said something about not being sure of himself; of not being ready. Krieg was starting to almost identify with that. He downplayed his fascination with Ryan - to Lance, no less - and acted like jacking off with Lance was "just something fun to do". He hadn't told anyone about his thoughts on Brighton, because HE didn't even understand his thoughts on Brighton, that dumb but lovable "bro" type. Krieg fully understood that he found Brighton hot as fuck, but he didn't know what that meant; what the point was, or what he hoped for.

He had a sort of vague understanding of what Lance must have gone through; what maybe he was still going through. The problem Krieg had was that he didn't know where his love of showing off ended and...other feelings began. He always loved showing his cock off to anyone, including other men. Maybe even, especially other men. These last few months were different though, as he was REALLY getting a kick out of showing off for Ryan. It wasn't just "here's my dick", it was jacking, and using a dildo, and really putting on a show. He always had a vague love for the idea that a guy might want him, but again, with Ryan it was different somehow. Krieg really got off on the idea that Ryan might want to have sex with him.

As he had those thoughts, Krieg found himself lying on Ryan's bed, masturbating. The bed just smelled so much like Ryan, and again it was a pleasant smell. An intoxicating, erotic smell. He flipped the lamp off to finish in darkness, while looking over at his own bedroom. The blinds were up, the light was on. Krieg got so aroused seeing what Ryan sees, the view that he has. He really wanted to get back to showing off for Ryan. He made a promise to himself that he'd raise his blinds so Ryan could see in again and he'd start giving him some good shows once more.

Within a few minutes, Krieg was cumming - mostly on himself, but slightly onto Ryan's sheets as well. He laid there momentarily before decided he should pack it in for the night. Krieg got up and left Ryan's room, headed downstairs, and made his way to the back door, ultimately walking across the driveway naked, still mostly hard, and dripping with cum.

 

[Brian S]

*****2010*****

It was about a month into Patrick's first semester as a college student, and he had seen his roommate Trey naked multiple times. Trey rarely wore more than boxers in their dorm room, and occasionally less. Trey slept naked, and there had been a handful of mornings where Patrick caught glimpses of his morning wood. Sometimes it was fully hard, sometimes it was barely perceptible. Usually it was somewhere in between the two extremes. Trey didn't really seem to care.

The centrally-located, communal showers lowered the inhibitions of most of the boys on their floor. Patrick had seen several guys walking to the showers in their underwear, or with a towel wrapped around their waists. At this point, Patrick had yet to do the same. He always went to the showers modestly dressed, and returned modestly dressed. Perhaps not fully dressed, but certainly not in his underwear.

Patrick didn't necessarily mind Trey's affinity for being in his underwear, and wasn't too shaken by Trey sleeping naked. He just didn't follow suit. He didn't make it a habit of letting Trey see him undressed, though shit happens when you're sharing a room with someone. Trey had given Patrick a sort of nickname: Tighty Whitey, referencing Patrick's briefs even when they weren't white but some other color.

Patrick also had yet to lose his virginity; something he was sure would have happened by now. But...where do you have sex when everyone has a roommate? That was sort of "cart before the horse" anyway, because he hadn't even met a girl who liked him in that way. Well, he may have, but he certainly hadn't gotten to know one of them enough to even think about having sex with them.

One particular Friday night, Patrick went to a small party on campus with the express purpose of meeting some friends and, perhaps, a girl. The party was kind of lame and Patrick wasn't much of a drinker anyway, though he did suffer through about half a Bud Light before the R/A shut them down. Somewhat dejected, Patrick moseyed back across campus to his dorm room. He let himself in, and the first thing he saw was Trey, lying on his own bed, jacking off. Patrick froze, knowing he should back out of the room politely, but was almost immobile.

"Oh, shit. Hey man." Trey said, adding a bit of a laugh, but not ceasing his masturbation.

"I...sorry, man." Patrick said, snapping out of his trance.

"It's cool." Trey said, adding another laugh before Patrick shut the door. He waited out in the hallway, and found himself thinking about Trey's dick. In a purely platonic way, he thought. It was just rather big, and nice looking. And Trey seemed completely unbothered by Patrick walking in on him. As he waited for Trey to finish, a random boy came out of a nearby room, on his way to the locker room. He was just in his underwear, green Fruit of the Loom boxerbriefs. Patrick gave him a friendly nod, but found himself looking at the guy's ass as he walked down the hallway away from him. He admired the way the guy's ass looked in that underwear, thinking that maybe it was time for him to upgrade out of briefs.

"Tighty Whitey, you out there?", Patrick heard Trey ask from inside the room.

"Yeah." he responded.

"All finished." Trey said. Patrick turned and opened the door to head into his room. Trey was standing near his bed, wiping the cum off his rock-hard body with a towel. His cock was still fully erect.

"Oh...I uh...I'm sorry, I thought you said you were done." Patrick said, sheepishly.

"I am." Trey said, casually. Patrick mentally begged to differ, but sat on his bed to take off his shoes anyway. "Must have been a shitty party." Trey said, still wiping himself clean.

"Uh...yeah. It was lame and got broken up anyway."

"Figured." Trey responded. He threw the towel in his hamper and proceeded to crank open a window for a cigarette. Patrick didn't smoke, but Trey barely did so it wasn't too big a deal. Of course, if one of the R/A's would find out, it would be a HUGE deal. Trey just casually stood there, his large erection deflating slowly. That ended up being the first night that Trey actually hung out naked for any length of time. His nudity was typically confined to just before bed, just after getting out of bed, or pre- and post-shower. Patrick found himself oddly not caring about it, particularly after Trey's cock went completely soft.

In a slight bid for solidarity, or affinity, or...he didn't know what, Patrick finally stripped down to his blue Hanes briefs and lounged on his bed. Trey didn't say anything about it, but was mentally impressed.

 

[Brian S]

I woke up this morning feeling just so naughty from the night before. The first thing I did was start some coffee in the tiny little Keurig in my room, and then pulled on some shorts. The coffee brewed while I stepped out onto the balcony for a smoke. I could tell where I had cum on the concrete walkway, and the grey cotton shorts I had on barely contained my slight arousal.

The coffee was shitty, so I hurried through getting ready to hit a nearby Starbucks. The convention center is within walking distance, so that gave me time to enjoy my Starbucks and smoke down a couple of cigs. Outside the actual convention was a row of workers, checking people in. I got checked in by an absolutely stunning blonde, Pamela. She had great tits, and an amazing smile. She seemed flirty, but I'm sure I was reading into it too much. Next to her was some guy whose name I didn't see. I sort of envied his tailored, tight button-down shirt. I also noticed his ridiculous bulge in his dress pants. Holy shit, I thought. Yeah I'm envious of that too!

Ultimately, it was kind of boring. I'm a mechanic because I'm good at it, not because I care about a new synthetic oil or give two shits about the technology behind some new lift system. Still, my boss wanted me to come back with information; I needed to make the effort to learn something, to pretend to be interested in things. I stopped by a tire demonstration and absent-mindedly stuffed some pamphlets into the bag I got when I checked in. Completely uninterested in it, I found myself checking out one of the guys working the booth. The bulge in his khakis was moderate, but he did have a pretty outstanding ass. It was just so big and round, and he obviously did a lot of glute workouts. The thing that really struck me is that when he bent over for something, I could see the lines of his underwear plain as day. Plain enough to know that he was wearing briefs.

I found myself wanting to show him my dick. How would he react? Probably negatively. Weird as it might seem to say, I kinda WANTED him to react negatively. I wanted him to see my cock but not WANT to see my cock. Jesus, what's wrong with me? I decided I needed to move along before I whipped my dick out then and there. I wouldn't have, but thinking about it was doing me no good.

I wandered around some more, ultimately stopping to talk to a guy who was promoting some tools. I needed to come back with some actual information in my head and not just pamphlets and catalogs. I'll admit I picked this guy to talk to because I didn't find him attractive, whatever that means, and for whatever reason. As I talked to him though, I began to space off and realized that it doesn't matter that I didn't find him attractive. I wanted to pull my cock out, to show it to him. To see what his reaction would be. I had that thought about most of the men in the place, if I thought about it too long. Maybe I was too horny?

I ducked into the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I pulled my jeans and briefs down and sat on the toilet. I got my phone out to look at some of those photos, and decided to check grindr. I don't know how well that GPS targeting system works, but it seemed like there were several men - right there in that very convention center - who were on grindr. Surely that had to be a mistake. I started looking at those pics I saved, started to play with my cock. I got hard pretty damn fast, thinking about how hot it was that I was jacking off in a public bathroom. The sounds of men coming in and out, walking by my stall, washing their hands. It was all so...dangerous and sexy. Except...it started to not be sexy, because there were...other sounds. I started to lose interest after a guy in the stall next to me started sounding like he was shitting a Buick. And was it absolutely necessary for him to grunt and sigh like that? Gross.

I stopped playing with myself and pulled up my clothes. I washed my hands and returned to the convention center floor. After wandering around aimlessly for some time, I heard a voice from behind me say, "Well if it ain't my underwear buddy." I turned around, feeling nervous, feeling...caught out? What had I done, and who was this? I relaxed when I saw it was Alex.

"Hey, buddy!" I said, shaking his hand again. "I didn't know you were coming to this."

"Small world, ain't it?" he asked. Of course, it wasn't THAT surprising considering the hotel was pretty well right next to the convention center. He asked me what time I got to sleep last night and immediately started to wonder if he'd seen me jack off on the balcony. I hoped he had. His tone was friendly and conversational, so if he had seen me he obviously wasn't upset about it. Since we were both flying solo on this trip, we made plans to meet up later and go grab a bite together. Maybe some beers.

As I talked to him, all I could think about was how he looked in his Jockeys the night before. The way his ass looked, how I could see his dick slightly off to the side, outlined. I also knew that sometime on this trip, I was going to have to show him my cock. I wanted to see his, too.

I enacted that plan much quicker than I thought I would. Later, when he came to my room via the balcony and sliding glass door, I was naked. The thrill started immediately, and my heart was starting to race. I caught his eyes darting down at my dick, then back up at my face. He seemed completely unbothered by my nudity. I didn't prolong it for two reasons. One being that I had played it off that I was changing quickly and needed to keep to that story. Mostly though, I wanted to get back into my underwear before I got too hard.

 

[Brian S]

Patrick chugged the rest of his beer even as he fucked this random guy from behind. He let out a satisfied "Ahhhhh", tossing the empty can aside to his bedroom floor and then grabbed the guy's hip again. He didn't know if this guy was new to the area or just new to grindr. It didn't matter; the ring on his finger turned Patrick on immensely. Giving him something his wife never could...

To be honest, Patrick was almost uninterested in the guy himself. The wedding ring turned him on, and as usual he was turned on by his own cockiness and aggressive fucking. But the guy himself was kind of bland. Patrick was glad to be fucking him from behind as it made it easier for him to imagine he was someone else...namely, Ryan. He didn't look anything like Ryan. He was ten years older, at least. He had a lean, smooth, skinny body, and his ass was much flatter than Ryan's bubble butt. This guy's cock was smaller, too. Dick size didn't mean shit to Patrick; he loved variety and was an insatiable top anyway. It's just that all those differences made it harder for him to visualize Ryan. That is, until he started fucking this guy from behind.

Patrick closed his eyes and imagined what it must feel like to get his cock in Ryan's plump ass. He wondered what sounds Ryan would make, what his face would look like. Ryan was one guy Patrick would definitely love to fuck face to face. He wanted to see Ryan's expression as he pushed his cock up his ass for the first time. He knew he'd bareback Ryan too, so he could cum up his ass.

This guy's ass was tight, but Patrick found him to be a boring bottom. He whined a lot, but ultimately just sort of laid there, taking it. He wasn't much for dirty talk; hadn't complimented Patrick's dick or fucking style. He just...whined. Patrick wanted a cigarette. Would it be rude to light up mid-fuck? Probably. He didn't really care, but he'd have to pull out and go to the living room for his smokes, so he just kept fucking instead. Several minutes later, he growled loudly and nutted in the condom inside the guy's ass. Once he'd unloaded fully, he whipped the guy around onto his back to suck his four inch cock. It wasn't big but it was aggressively hard. It took Patrick no time at all to get the guy off, moving his mouth just before he shot. He stroked and squeezed the cum out of his cock, then got up to hand him a towel. The guy laid there for a few moments, panting, with the towel over his throbbing cock. Patrick took off his rubber and tied it off.

"That was...amazing." the guy panted through shallow breaths.

"Yeah it was." Patrick replied, feeling like he was half lying. Even if it wasn't the best, it was still sex. Patrick strolled through to his living room to light a smoke. He lightly rubbed his own chest and stomach, ultimately feeling his sticky, hard cock. He wondered if it was shitty to think that he already wanted to get off again? Could he find someone else to fuck the same night? Wouldn't have been the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last. He strolled back to his bedroom, smoking, and found the guy was still cleaning up. He was torn between whether it was better to fuck in his own bed or to go somewhere else. One bonus of his own bed was that he didn't have to do the work of going to the ass. He could wait naked for the ass to come to him. On the other hand, it was easier to leave when he was done fucking, and didn't have to worry about getting a hookup out of his house. Patrick grew impatient as it seemed like the guy was taking forever. He finished his smoke and put on some black boxerbriefs for effect. To throw out a hint to the guy. He was certainly moving towards getting dressed, but was sure taking his damn time.

Finally, the guy pulled on his red-plaid Hanes boxers and followed that with the rest of his clothes. Patrick watched him, reaching into his waistband to scratch his pubes. Come on, dude...

The guy finally got dressed and Patrick saw him to the door. "Thanks for that, man." Patrick said, swatting the guy's ass for effect.

"Thank YOU! I had fun!" he said.

"Me too." Patrick replied, giving the guy a peck on the lips. Was that too much? Patrick always walked the fine line between getting a guy to leave and not pissing him off. The more ass options in his stable, the better, he knew. He didn't really plan on hooking up with this guy again, but there was no reason to burn that bridge...just in case. Once the guy finally left, Patrick got in the shower, thinking about Ryan. He didn't understand Ryan's sexuality at all, but he wanted to find out. He didn't know how to make that happen, as he'd never met a challenge like Ryan. Patrick always knew if a guy was interested in him or not, and Ryan had thrown him a curveball. At first, he thought nothing of it. But after talking to Lance, he started questioning Ryan's motives and whether he was actually gay or something.

Patrick knew from staying there that one night - or most of the night - that Ryan kept a spare key in a fake rock outside his back door. He knew it was naughty as fuck to think this, but he decided he might have to go do some investigating.

 

[Brian S]

From The Diary of Ben McCoy -

Well, I did it. I finally did it! At 42, I finally slept with another man for the first time. His name was Patrick and he had a huge cock. It was a laundry list of firsts for me: first time kissing a man, sucking a dick, getting mine sucked by a man, and of course getting fucked. It hurt at first, and he was rather rough. But it felt good soon. It felt really good. I feel like a new man! I wonder if I came off that way to him? I was having the time of my life! He drank a beer while he fucked me and at first I found that odd. But I have to admit I found it to be really hot. He was very cocky, very sure of himself. Just what I needed the first time out.

What luck I had. I had downloaded grindr for all of 2 minutes before he hit me up. An hour and ten minutes later, I was back in my own bed, no longer a virgin to men. Wow. I can feel him in my ass still. It's kind of sore, but it was well worth it. I already want him to fuck me again sometime! Soon!

I'm looking at Annette, at her soft figure and her beautiful auburn hair. She's sound asleep next to me, with no idea that I went out for gay sex. She doesn't even know I have that inclination. I need to tell her. Sometime. I need to let her know somehow that I've long wanted to try being with a man. I wish I would have brought it up before it actually happened, but that ship has sailed. I do feel bad. I wish I could have manned up sooner. But I'm too nervous, and the urge tonight was too great. Am I a little ashamed of myself? Yes. Do I regret it? Not really. The only thing I regret is not cluing my wife in sooner.

But! I can't dwell on that too much. I've long had the urge to be intimate with a man, and I can't deny myself that any longer. Hell I've had that urge since before Annette and I even met. We got married so young. I had to make an honest woman out of her since I got her pregnant with our son. I wonder what my life could have been like if that hadn't happened? Of course, I wouldn't have my wonderful son, whom I love very much. He's my pride and joy.

Speaking of which, and on a non-sexual note, Annette and I are taking Jackson out shopping tomorrow. He needs some new clothes for college, and just some random items. It'll be good to hang out as a family unit tomorrow. He seems to have his own life after coming out to us and moving out of the house. Half of me wants to tell him I have same-sex urges too, but that would be awkward I think. I just want to know if he's dating or seeing anyone. If he's happy. If he has a crush on someone, or maybe a blossoming relationship.

Anyway, I should end this entry now. I'm excited about the prospects of this newfound experience, but at the same time torn on how I'm going to tell my wife. I'll figure it out soon. Good night.

 

[Brian S]

Krieg stripped off when he got home from work, thinking about how Brighton had changed his clothes in the office yet again. Seemingly for no reason, this time. He hadn't come fresh from practice; he was dressed normally. He changed his clothes anyway, even his underwear. He had taken off one pair of Saxx trunks only to put on another pair of Saxx trunks - it made little sense to Krieg, but he didn't care. He was just happy to see Brighton's cock again.

Krieg abandoned his clothes as he walked through his house towards his back door. He kept going, now nude, out the door and over to Ryan's. After some cursory looking around, he went up to Ryan's room again. He hadn't checked the nightstand the night before, and upon opening it, became really surprised.

Well, well, Ryan...you're holding out on me, Krieg thought as he pulled Ryan's dildo out of the drawer. He wrapped his hands around it. Damn, it's bigger than my dildo...almost as big as my cock. Funny he has the exact same shit in his nightstand as I do in mine. Lube, a fleshlight, and a dildo. The same brand of lube even. I guess it's not THAT uncommon, but...what are the chances that it's the exact same? Aside from the size of this damn dildo that is. I'm surprised I haven't seen him use it on himself.

Krieg took the dildo and the lube back downstairs. He hadn't looked through Ryan's porn collection, nor had he spent much time at all on the main floor. He noticed a pair of white briefs and a pair of shorts folded neatly on a side table near the front door and wondered what the hell that was all about. As he wandered around some more, he came across an Amazon box. Snooping through it, he found only trash, but interesting trash. This is all new, Krieg realized. The dildo, the lube, the fleshlight...even the Andrew Christian underwear. Krieg couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, Ryan had taken some cues off him. Maybe that's why Ryan's nightstand drawer was filled with the same contents as his own.

Krieg groped his hard cock, wondering just what Ryan had gotten up to at his house while he was in Kansas City. He knew that he was going to have to try out that dildo. He hadn't taken anything of that size before, but he was eager to see if he could. Krieg moseyed to the living room, tugging his hard dick as he walked. He settled in the recliner, feeling crunchy spots of Ryan's dry cum on his bare ass. Krieg wasted no time in lubing his own ass and the dildo. Drawing his left leg up, he guided the head of the toy to his hole. Slowly, he pushed it in. His breath immediately became shallower, and he tensed himself, preparing for the toy.

A short time later, Krieg chuckled at himself, at how easily he got the dildo inside his ass. Of course, he'd been using his own six inch one on himself often. Still...this one was bigger. Longer, and with more girth. He felt the plastic balls nudge his ass as he shuddered and let out a whine. Before too long, he was fucking himself with it. Right there in Ryan's recliner. Krieg wondered if that's what girls felt like when they took his cock. Course, this dildo isn't even as big as my dick... It started to feel extremely good, and Krieg noticed his cock was dripping more than usual. He felt so hot jacking off in Ryan's house. Using Ryan's dildo in Ryan's recliner. And he wouldn't even know.

Krieg was torn between the juxtaposition of Ryan's actions with his own actions. He wondered why Ryan didn't make more of a move on him? Surely, being gay, Ryan would be attracted to him? The juxtaposition came when Krieg realized just what he was doing. Secretly fucking himself with Ryan's dildo in Ryan's house. I'm one to talk, he thought. Krieg found himself thinking about what a real cock would feel like, as opposed to a plastic toy he had to use on himself. He still didn't think he wanted a real cock in his ass, but told himself he was just wondering. He did mentally note that if he could take this dildo, he could certainly take Ryan's cock.

Before too long, Krieg had shuddered. With a loud, whiny groan, he shot all over himself, and on Ryan's recliner. No matter, Krieg thought, it would just mix in with his own stains. He was pleasantly surprised at his own cumshot, though. It was bigger and shot farther than usual. But, Jesus...why did he have that thought about Ryan?

 

[Brian S]

That little sonofabitch. Patrick had indeed gone to Ryan's, but his plans were upended when he spotted Krieg inside. Peeping in through the window, Patrick watched as Krieg fucked himself with Ryan's dildo. And he had the nerve to get mad at me and Lance?

Patrick resisted the urge to slip in the back door and confront Krieg. First of all, he'd have to explain what he was doing there. Second, he thought he'd watch this play itself out. Having the inside knowledge about Krieg's activities would be enough, he imagined. He lowered his basketball shorts to get his meaty cock out. He began to stroke it as Krieg used that dildo on himself. Patrick had no idea how long Krieg had been going at it, but he looked to be about done. Just as he thought, Krieg finished about a minute later, cumming on himself. Wish I was that dildo. Patrick waited patiently as Krieg disappeared for a short time. He soon slipped out the back door and darted over to his own house. Patrick slipped inside right after Krieg left, immediately dropping all his clothes to roam Ryan's house naked.

Like Krieg, Patrick had no idea what he was looking for. A sign, any sign, that Ryan was actually gay. He stroked while he walked around too, ultimately lightly touching Krieg's fresh cum spots on Ryan's recliner. Upstairs he went, using his phone as guidance in the dark. He wanted to turn lights on, but didn't want to alert Krieg should he look over. As he walked down the hall towards Ryan's room, he had flashbacks of that fateful night. Of sneaking into Ryan's room to suck his cock. As he actually entered the bedroom, he half expected to see Ryan laying there, asleep, but of course he didn't.

A search of his underwear drawer led Patrick to discover the purple Versace underwear, which puzzled him just as much as they had puzzled Krieg. And like Krieg, he slipped them on to find they were a bit snug on his beefier body. His raging hardon didn't help matters any. He then found the Andrew Christians and decided they were a pretty damn good indicator of Ryan's sexuality. As he held them up, Patrick imagined what Ryan's beefy ass must look like in them. He put them back, along with the Versace underwear, but pulled out a pair of Ryan's white Hanes. For safe keeping. I think he's going to need to see me wearing them sometime soon.

Patrick found the dildo and other sex toys in Ryan's nightstand. The dildo was slightly bigger than he anticipated it to be, and much bigger than he thought Ryan would ever own. He didn't use it on himself, but he did lay down on Ryan's bed. He was face down, dryhumping his cock against the sheets, smelling Ryan's scent all over them. He rolled up one of Ryan's pillows and stuck his cock in it to fuck it - just for shits and giggles. He soon rolled over to jack his cock in earnest as he dragged Ryan's briefs across his chest and down his abs, wrapping them around his cock momentarily. It took Patrick quite a while to cum, and when he did, he grunted loudly before coating himself with his own cum. He thought of Ryan when he came, but also looked at Krieg across the way, naked, getting into his own bed. The bed he fucked Lance in. The blinds still open from when he himself opened them.

Patrick got up from Ryan's bed, balled Ryan's briefs up in his hand, and proceeded downstairs. Completely unfazed by his own cum, he pulled his clothes on and slipped out the back door for home.

 

[Brian S]

Damn, things happened quickly tonight! But let me start at the beginning. I don't want to get too ahead of myself.

Alex and I ate at the restaurant at the hotel. Our waiter was the boy I flashed the night before. Was it awkward? Yes. Did I love it? Yes. While the waiter was with us, I had a realization of sorts. I realized that everyone at the table knew what my cock looked like. Quite honestly, I got hard in my pants.

We had several beers with dinner, then walked across the street to a gas station to get some more...except we ended up with vodka and a variety of juices instead. We hit the ice machine down the hall from us, and set up camp in Alex's room. We mixed some drinks and took them to the balcony for a smoke. Shot the shit. I was getting real comfortable with Alex; he seemed like a nice guy, easy to talk to. Also wasn't hard on the eyes, to be honest.

Back inside his room, he excused himself to the bathroom while I flipped channels and nursed my screwdriver. I ain't used to drinking vodka! A couple minutes later, Alex came out of the bathroom in just his white Jockey briefs.

"I was looking for my shorts, but...", he said, trailing off.

"Just wear your underwear." I shrugged, completely blown away by my boldness.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all." I said.

"Well I sure don't mind either. But I'm not going to be in my underwear by myself."

"What?"

"Take your pants off, man. Who cares? We've already seen it."

"True." I said, trying to act nonchalant when really ALL I wanted to do was take my pants off.

So there we were, both of us wearing different brands of tighty whities, having a few laughs, knocking back a few drinks. We'd step out onto the balcony in our underwear for a smoke now and then. I'll admit, I kept looking at his bulge. At the way his dick was off to the side. At his underwear in general. A couple hours passed, during which Alex made a quick trip to the ice machine in his briefs! I laughed at his ballsiness, but I found it intoxicating and erotic too. It was fun.

Now fairly drunk, the both of us half sat/half laid on his bed. We were against the headboard, but slouched down some. He was flipping channels and found out that we could rent a porno.

"Oh hell yeah. We should do that. As a goof." Alex said.

"Sure, why not?" I agreed.

It was all too easy to order up the porn. Within seconds, it was starting. Some lady - a cougar, supposedly - was watching her hunky gardener in the yard. She ran her hands across her bra and down her stomach to touch herself. It was a thin plot, for sure. By the time it got around to them fucking, I was more interested in the gardener too! I mean, he was ripped and had a huge cock. She was...well, she wasn't my speed at all. Not what I look for in a woman. I looked over at Alex, who had his hand resting on his stomach. His fingertips barely touched the waistband of his underwear, and his bulge looked just a bit fuller.

The porn continued, with the gardener fucking practically every woman in it. I was excited when another penis entered the scene, "the husband" of the first lady. His cock was equally as big as the gardener's. I glanced over at Alex again; his cock was definitely hard. His fingertips were now just lower than his waistband, resting on the actual white cotton material, but barely.

I had drawn my legs up when I got hard, so I lowered them flat to the bed, allowing Alex to take a gander at my bulge if he wanted to. He did. A quick one, but he did. His glance only bolstered my erection, of course. I watched his fingers creep closer to his bulge. His pinky finger rested on his briefs right where his head ended. Right where the small wet spot formed. He lightly grazed his head with his pinky, up and down...up and down.

I stuck my fingers down the front of my waistband to scratch my pubes, but really it was an excuse to get my hand down there. I left my fingertips inside my waistband, just barely. I flexed my cock to make my bulge rise, relaxed it, flexed it again... Alex definitely noticed. Soon, his fingers were on his shaft, through his underwear of course. He just lightly brushed it like he was petting a kitten. His wet spot was growing.

My cock was sticking upwards in my underwear, and I inched my fingertips down inside until I found my head. I rubbed it lightly, and it was completely obvious that my fingertips were pushing out from the inside of my briefs. Alex looked over at me and grabbed his bulge more obviously now, giving it a couple tugs through his briefs. We both stayed the way we were for what seemed like ages.

All at once, Alex cleared his throat and started to slide his Jockey's down. He brought his legs up to take them off, and I found myself doing the same thing. We laid our legs back flat and took in the sight of each other's cocks. His cock was nice, only slightly bigger than mine. Somewhere between me and Lance, I reckon. Which would be somewhere between 5 and 6 inches. It was a really nice looking one. His pubic hair looked mostly natural, only cut back a little. He had nice balls, normal balls.

"That's a nice cock, man." Alex said.

"Thank you." I said as I started to stroke myself. An awkward amount of time passed before I said, "Your cock's nice, too."

"Thanks, man." he replied, fully stroking himself.

The porno quickly became besides the point as we focused only on watching each other jack off. In the middle of it, Alex said, "It's rare to find a guy like you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"One who's into jacking off with me. But also isn't into more."

"I've never jacked off with a guy before." I said.

"What? I'm flattered, man."

"I've been wanting to though, I guess."

"Hot. Glad to help you out."

I felt like this was exactly what I was looking for! I wanted to show off AND I wanted to observe. Without touching. Without...sex looming over us. I just wanted to appreciate this man's sexy body and hot cock, and to show him mine. I was mesmerized by his stroking; his technique. It wasn't that much different from my own, but still. Watching him was turning me on to no end, but having him watch me made me even hornier.

We didn't really talk much more, other than to compliment each other's cocks or talk about how hot it was. I really liked watching him stroke, but I also liked watching all the "extra" stuff - him fondling his own balls, feeling his own chest. I found myself telling him he was hot, which is different than saying the situation is hot or telling him he has a nice dick. You know? It felt more...personal. But I wasn't lying.

He was leaking precum like crazy.

"Are you...are you close?" I managed to ask.

"Yeah." He whispered. "You?"

"Yeah."

It seemed we both picked up speed, kept jacking, looking at each other's cocks. He moaned. I moaned. I moaned again. He let out a breathy "Fuuuuck". Seconds later he followed that up with, "I'm gonna cum."

"Me too!" I said, and I actually shot before him. Just before him. I glanced at my cock, but kept my focus on his. After my first spurt, he started to cum too. We laid there, side by side, jacking ourselves off, cumming together. It was...it was crazier than I thought it would be...in a good way. A great way! As our cum subsided and we slowed up on the jacking, I started to feel close to Alex. A bond, a familiarity? Something between us that I didn't think we could get through mere conversation. I felt like I KNEW him, and he KNEW me. In a way? The feeling was not quite like having sex with my wife for the first time, but it was in the same vein. I felt closer to Alex than I did with Patrick or Krieg, after all the time I've spent with them. In just, essentially, a day.

Suddenly, the porn was very obnoxious - I had tuned it out before. The girl was moaning and whining like nobody ever does in real life. Course, I don't exactly have the experience to know better. But, come on. Alex and I laid there, happy and content, holding our own cocks until they both went soft in our hands. We talked about how hot that was, and finally got up for a naked cigarette on the balcony.

 

[Brian S]

*****2010*****

Patrick had grown comfortable with Trey. Being in their underwear incidentally had now evolved into the two boys making it a point to be in their underwear. The second either one of them got back to their dorm room, the clothes started coming off. Patrick figured it was just fun bonding - who cares, right? They were both guys...adults...they could do whatever they wanted. Patrick even admired Trey's casual demeanor, and his body. He'd started working out even harder to shed his boyish looks, to become more manly, to look more impressive.

Trey introduced him to weed. It was late one Saturday night, and it was something Patrick was sure he'd never forget. He was in white briefs, while Trey was wearing light grey boxers, made from soft cotton. Patrick felt dumb thinking this - and he didn't dare tell anyone - but he liked those soft cotton boxers on Trey. That pair specifically really showed off Trey's cock as it moved, and allowed for an almost perfect outline.

At any rate, the two had sat side by side on Trey's bed, passing the pipe back and forth. Patrick had gotten incredibly stoned his first time out, and he loved it. The two boys laughed at everything, and time seemed to stand still. They even went down the hall to the vending machines for snacks, and Patrick hadn't even thought twice about making that trip in their underwear. That was also the first night he tried smoking, standing at the cranked-open dorm window with Trey. When they were finally going to go to sleep, Patrick casually slipped his briefs off to climb into his bed. While Trey had slept naked from day 1, Patrick hadn't until then.

The two talked for some time in the dark, until Trey decided he wanted another cigarette. Patrick didn't, but he also wasn't really ready to sleep either. Trey turned on his lamp and sauntered over to the window naked. They continued to talk, and Patrick was admiring Trey. He really liked him as a friend, and admired just how comfortable he was in his own skin. To that end, Patrick got out of bed to have a cigarette after all. He still didn't really want one, but he wanted to be more comfortable, to be like Trey.

Trey was not only impressed with Patrick's nudity, but also turned on by it. He'd wanted Patrick since the first day they met - when Patrick saw him naked from the get-go. At first, he didn't really know how to go about it, how to seduce Patrick. Now, it looked like his angle was working; his slow burn of a plan was paying off. Trey was already pretty comfortable being naked, so he thought he'd use that to his advantage, to slowly get Patrick on that same level.

When Patrick woke up the next morning, the first thing he saw was Trey standing at the window naked.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Trey said playfully.

"Mmf. What time is it?"

"11:15."

"Are you shitting me?"

"Nope! I've been up about an hour. Had a couple smokes, looked at my phone, jerked off."

Patrick laughed and stretched in bed. Still partially asleep, he put his feet on the floor, throwing the covers back. He stood upright and stretched his arms high above his head, somewhat standing on his tiptoes, arching his back.

"Damn! Good morning!" Trey said, laughing a bit.

Patrick could feel it, but was already reaching down to find that his cock was hard as a rock. He laughed, nervously. "I didn't realize it was..."

"You didn't know you had morning wood?" Trey teased.

"Well I thought it was just...partial." Patrick laughed. "Sorry, man."

"Hey don't apologize to me. You know I don't give a shit about that." Trey said, taking in the view of Patrick's nude body and solid erection.

Patrick was incredibly surprised to find that he didn't care whatsoever. He wasn't ashamed of his boner. He figured it probably had something to do with the fact that he'd seen Trey's cock literally every day since the start of the semester, and that sometimes it was hard. Or damn close to it. Something that Patrick couldn't admit to himself yet - didn't even know that there was something to admit - was that he kind of enjoyed having Trey see him hard.

 

[Sailingbear]

Read your work, and like it. Funny part is I feel I identify with Ryan in many ways. He has most defiantly passed where I am, but I do like to sit on my back porch nude with my coffee. I prefer to free ball and the boxer briefs I do wear at times have pouches. Don't have any tightly whiteys. I have no neighbors coming over, not sure I want them to. I have talked with one person on here and we want to meet and check out each others stuff. That would be as close as I have made it.

 

[Brian S]

This morning, Alex and I had smokes in our tighty whities on the balcony. We decided to go to the show today together. We both got ready and hit the hotel breakfast, which left a little to be desired. We hit that Starbucks and walked to the venue, smoking on the way.

The show was boring as it was the first day! Of course it was all the same vendors, and it just didn't interest me as much as it probably should. Alex and I kept sneaking out for cigarettes; it interested him as much as it interested me. At one point while we were outside, I noticed a guy walking on the sidewalk. He was set to cross in front of us, and I wound up staring. You see, he was all of 23 maybe. His shirt was just slung over one shoulder, and he had on light grey, slightly silver-y, basketball shorts. He was cut, in great shape, and kind of rough around the edges. He looked like a fratboy gone bad. His torso was smooth, save for the little trail that started at his belly button and headed south. The thing is, his shorts were resting real low on his hips. He had a really defined "V" and I could have sworn that the waistband of his shorts was resting about an inch above his dick. I also decided there was no way he could have been wearing underwear, even boxers. His dick looked big and was flopping back and forth, back and forth, as he walked. It mesmerized me, like a cock pendulum. I totally tuned Alex out as this guy walked past us; I just couldn't stop staring at his bouncing cock. And then as he passed, I noticed I could see just a hint of his ass crack.

"Earth to Ryan." Alex said, snapping me out of it. I shook my head to clear it and he said, "Where'd you go just now?"

"I was just...nothing." I said, trying to save face.

"It's okay. You can tell me." Alex replied, hinting that he knew what I had been doing.

"It's just...that guy."

"What about him?"

"Did you see?"

"Did I see what?" Alex asked. Was he really going to make me say it?

"His uh...his package." I said, feeling myself blush.

"What about his package?" Alex asked, lighting another smoke.

"It was...I don't know." I said. I DID know, I was just too embarrassed to admit it.

Alex inhaled deeply off his cigarette, and after exhaling, he said "I looked too, man. I enjoyed seeing his big cock flopping back and forth in those shorts."

I giggled. Genuinely giggled. As a grown man. "Yeah, I...I was staring."

"What did you wanna do about it? Be honest." he said.

"Well I..." I started speaking but trailed off. I wanted to blurt it all out, but still didn't know how. I finally did. "I...I wanted to see it."

"Yeah? What else?"

"I wanted to see it, and I wanted to see him get it hard, ask him how big it is, wanted to see him jack off."

"Therrrrre you go." Alex said. "Ain't nothing wrong with that, man."

"I know, I...I just don't..."

"You're new to it, I know. I wanted the same things. I wanted to see him jack off, and I wonder what his cumshot is like."

Once again, I giggled like a school girl.

When we went back inside, Alex told me to pick out a guy to talk about. I knew just which one. I took him to the tire demonstration and gestured discreetly at the guy I'd seen yesterday.

"Yeah, he's nice. What is it about him?"

"I dunno. He's attractive...in shape...in GREAT shape, I should say. His butt is..."

"Fucking phenomenal." Alex finished.

"Yeah. And he bent over yesterday and I could see he was wearing briefs, from the lines they made in his khakis."

"Nice. Do you think he has a big dick?"

"His bulge isn't huge but that don't mean anything. I'm bettin' he's normal or even short in length but I bet it's real fat."

"With big balls." Alex added.

"Yeah!" I said, chuckling. Goddamn. I didn't even realize I had a made-up opinion about that guy's dick, yet here Alex was getting that opinion outta me. At that point I felt like he really fucking understood what I was going through.

We went to lunch at a nearby diner together, and hit the show again afterwards. I really needed to get more information so my boss didn't think I just slacked the whole time. The shop was footing the bill, after all. For the next hour or so, Alex helped me collect pamphlets and catalogs. He approached me with a stack and dumped them into my bag, smiling.

"Thanks, man!" I said.

"What do you say we bail and go jerk off?"

I grinned. "Sounds like a great idea!"

 

[Brian S]

The moment we got back to my hotel room, we stripped naked and laid on my bed. We started touching ourselves right away, with no porno playing.

"I feel like we should edge all afternoon." Alex said.

"Sounds good to me." I replied.

We got ourselves hard, watching each other. Complimenting each other. We talked about that tire guy, his ass, his briefs, what we thought his cock looked like. We talked about that boy that walked by with the floppy cock. We made up what they both looked like while jacking off, made up what their cumshots looked like. We agreed on almost every fake detail.

We paused for a while to have a cigarette, pulling on shorts to do so since it was only 2 in the afternoon! After that, we got back to it, jerking on my bed.

"Sooo I've been dyin' to ask you something but I don't know how to ask it." I said.

"Sure, anything." Alex replied.

"Like I said, I don't really know how to ask. So I'm just gonna be kinda blunt."

"Okay. It's fine, what do you wanna know?"

"Are...are you gay?"

Alex chuckled. "No. I'm straight. Well...mostly, anyway. I suppose some people wouldn't classify me as straight."

"Can you...can you talk me through that? Like...describe yourself or whatever?"

"Absolutely. First and foremost, I love doing this. Love jacking off with another guy. My belief is that doesn't make me gay or even bi. I don't want to have sex with guys, I just love this. It's like...bonding, you know?"

"Yeah. I admit after last night, I felt...real close to you? Is that dumb?"

"Not dumb at all. Exactly what I mean. It's a bonding experience, it's the camaraderie of it all. Society tells us we're supposed to be ashamed of masturbation. You know, it's drilled into our heads early on. You're not supposed to freely talk about it, and you're certainly not supposed to enjoy it with another person. But I call bullshit on that, I guess. It's so much fucking fun to beat off together, and we're not harming anyone. And I also feel like just because I can tell if a guy's hot, or wish I could jack it with them, it doesn't change my sexuality. I look at it as if it's art, or a nice sunset - just because I can appreciate those things, doesn't mean I wanna fuck those things."

I laughed, imagining Alex dry humping the Mona Lisa.

"So, what about you? What's your take? Your thoughts?" he asked me. "Talk freely, man."

"Well, I...I got married young. Only been with the one woman. She was cheating on me for about a year and we separated earlier this year."

"Shit man, sorry to hear that."

"I was too at first. But now...I dunno, things have changed with me."

"How so?" Alex asked, taking a short break from jacking.

"Well, first, this guy moved in next door. We share a driveway so just to give you a picture of how close our houses are. He likes being naked and didn't have blinds or nothing up until recently. He has a big dick, and he's uncut. I used to watch him through the window, thinking it was just...scientific or whatever, you know? That I was curious about his dick being so much bigger than mine, and I hadn't seen an uncut one in person either. And I guess that was all true, but...stuff changed. I started feeling turned on by watching him. I'd watch him jack off."

"Did you jack off too?"

"Not at first. But then I started to. It was like he was taunting me...or...not taunting so much as...daring me to watch. No blinds, lights on, near the window, you know? I started doing the same thing at my house, kinda hoping he saw me. Before long, I found myself actually going outside to stand in the driveway to watch him. He started using a dildo on himself. I started going out back onto my deck in the nude. At night only, at first. Then in the mornings too. Sometimes Krieg would be out there nude also, and we'd talk. He had a friend stay with him for some time, and they would jack off together. That's where the idea started to creep in, I guess. Then I got the urge to answer the door nude for the pizza boy. Got a boner in front of him. We've done that same thing 3 times now. And I did it to the FedEx guy, and the room service guy the first night here."

"Here? As in, in this room?"

"Yeah."

"Hot. So it sounds like you're definitely both a voyeur and an exhibitionist."

"I guess so, yeah. Lately I just feel like I can't get enough of showing my dick to other men. And I've been wanting to beat off with someone too. I downloaded grindr, and met up with a guy who turned out to want more from me. Sexually, I mean. And here's the thing. Krieg's buddy hit on me. And I had a friend and coworker over one night and we got drunk and naked, and...I dunno, I think he read too much into it and tried to suck my cock. I guess what I'm saying is, when you told me last night that it's hard to find guys like me, I really identified with that."

"Wow. It sounds like you're about in the same boat I am. It's okay to appreciate a man's body, and his cock. It's okay to think a guy is attractive, but you don't want to have sex. You want...well, this."

"Yeah, man. That's exactly it. I didn't even think I knew that until last night. It all just sorta clicked for me."

"Damn, well I'm glad I could be of service." Alex said, chuckling. We'd already stopped jacking so we threw our shorts on for another smoke. Alex told me he's single but not for lack of trying. He also told me about his longtime buddy who he jacks off with. The buddy is straight and now married, but they just never stopped tugging it together. I found myself thinking that was really awesome.

As we laid down nude in bed again, I started to think how I could make this happen with someone. Patrick, or Krieg. Alex really opened my eyes, because I realized I was thinking of sexuality in terms of black or white. I didn't really think about the grey areas, the tons of possibilities in between gay and straight. I think I was denying myself so much because I held myself back. I was worried about my sexuality, deep down. I couldn't be gay. Not that I care if someone is, it just wasn't right for me. I never thought about the possibility that I could do some of the things, the things I wanted to do, yet still be straight.

I loved being able to tell Alex that I thought his cock was nice. I loved looking at it. I loved him looking at mine, and talking about mine. Telling me it was nice too. There was something about being so open and honest about it...about being...bare, both literally and figuratively...this shared mutual experience. I felt like I found myself!

We tugged off and on for a couple hours, talking and getting to know one another better. When it came time to cum, we timed it so we could shoot together. And we did a good job of it! We were both tugging fast, watching each other, each telling the other one about how close we were. And finally we both said we were going to shoot, and followed that up by actually shooting. We both came on ourselves, together, at the same time. We moaned and grunted, both of us having big shots after edging so long. It was fucking incredible!

 

[Brian S]

That night, Krieg felt the need to go back to Ryan's house. He didn't want to explore or be nosy. He knew what he wanted to do. He walked across the driveway naked, and in through the back door. Through the house he went, up the stairs, and to Ryan's bedroom. He flipped on the lamp on the nightstand, and opened the drawer, pulling out the dildo and the lube.

He moved a folded-over pillow back up to where it should be, and laid his head on it as he got onto Ryan's bed. He didn't even touch his cock as he lubed his ass and the dildo. Within a couple of minutes, Krieg had worked the toy deep into his own ass. The stimulation stiffened his cock, and he still didn't touch it. He simply fucked himself with the dildo.

Ever since that girl used a strap-on on his ass, Krieg acknowledged the perks of being stimulated anally. He'd toyed around with his own fingers, and of course his own dildo. Lately it felt like something was changing in him, though. Maybe ever since he saw Lance getting his ass pounded by that stranger. Stimulating his own ass was always secondary. Something he could take or leave, something that he COULD do, but wasn't necessary. However, lately it had taken a much more prominent role. He thought about it more. He touched his hole in the shower, even when he wasn't jacking off. It had been on his mind all day since discovering Ryan's larger dildo.

Krieg laid there, not touching his cock still, and he fucked himself with Ryan's toy. Closing his eyes, his mind wandered. He imagined the view he had when he saw Lance getting fucked. He mentally replaced Lance with himself, getting fucked hard by that stranger, Patrick. Then Patrick turned into Lance. Then into Ryan. Then into Brighton. Krieg opened his eyes with a jerk, and held the dildo still. What did that mean? Why was he fantasizing about this? Startled as he initially was, he decided to let the fantasies play out, and he closed his eyes again. He resumed using the dildo on himself.

He was deep, deep into a fantasy when he heard a voice: "Shit, what are you doing here?"

Krieg opened his eyes quickly and sat upright. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked. Holy shit, holy shit. He just got caught! A boy was standing in the doorway, and Krieg almost flipped out, until...until he realized the boy was naked. "Who are you?" he asked again, only slightly more calm. He pulled the dildo out of his ass which seemed both obnoxious and embarrassing.

"I'm Camden. I...I delivered pizzas to you a couple weeks ago. Next door, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, next door. I remember. You looked...familiar."

"Soooo what are you doing here?"

"Ryan's gone. I'm housesitting."

"That doesn't look like housesitting to me." Camden said.

"Okay, so what are YOU doing here? Naked?"

Camden blushed, and in the meantime, Krieg put the dildo and lube away. "I dunno..." Camden said.

Krieg stood there nude for a few moments, thinking things through. He'd had enough of over reacting, and he realized that there was no conceivable way for him to talk his way out of this. "All right. Let's be honest." he said.

"Okay..." Camden said, walking further into the bedroom.

"You first." Krieg said.

"Okay. Ryan's been answering the door naked for me. Three times now. The first time was the night after you and your friend did it."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot we did that."

"Anyway...he's never hard when he answers the door, but he gets hard in front of me. Every time."

"Like, he jacks himself?"

"No, his dick just gets hard on its own. Right in front of me. The thing is...I have a huge crush on him."

"You do?" Krieg asked.

"Yeah. I got it bad. He's perfect to me. I like that...that look."

"What look?"

"That...I dunno...older dad look. Hairy, manly." Camden knew he was leaving out the parts of the story where he peeped on Ryan jacking off, but he didn't really want to tell Krieg about all that. He was trying to save some amount of face.

"So...what led you to sneak in here? Were you just hoping he was gone or..."

"No. He told me the last time he ordered pizza. He told me he'd be gone for a few days."

"Why?"

"I dunno. He just mentioned it for no reason after his cock got hard in front of me."

"Huh. Sooo then what are you doing here?" Krieg asked.

"I dunno. Same as you, I guess."

"Except I don't have a crush on Ryan."

"You don't?"

"No. I'm straight."

"Uh-huh." Camden uttered skeptically.

"I am. Despite...what this looks like. I..." Krieg sighed heavily. "I like, you know, having my ass played with. Lots of straight guys do. And...well, I discovered that Ryan has a big dildo."

"So you snuck in to use it on yourself?"

"I know, I know...it sounds crazy. I...I sound like an insane person. I kind of can't believe I'm doing this, now that I think about it."

"Well...you don't have to tell me. I mean, you know, here I am too."

"So you were going to use his dildo too then?" Krieg asked.

"I didn't know he had one."

"Soooo what were your plans?"

"I dunno. Go through his underwear...maybe help myself to a pair...jack off on his bed. I guess just sorta looking for clues too."

"He has some interesting underwear." Krieg ventured.

"He does? You've been through it?"

"Yeah." Krieg said, feeling a slight blush in his cheeks. "It's mostly tighty whities."

"Oh fuck yes. I was hoping that's what he wore."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think they're sexy on a dad type."

"I see. Anyway, he does have a couple that are...interesting."

 

[Brian S]

Krieg and Camden, having found common ground, both moved to Ryan's dresser. Krieg dug deep to find first the purple Versace underwear.

"Holy shit." Camden said as Krieg pulled them out. "Those are sexy."

"Try 'em on, I did." Krieg laughed. He handed them to Camden, who slipped them on immediately.

"Wow. I like these a lot." Camden said. "They're comfy."

"Yeah they are. Well they're something like fifty bucks a pop, they should be."

"I wonder why he has all these Hanes but a random pair of Versace?" Camden asked.

"I figured everyone's got those one or two pairs that don't match the rest of their collection. Don't you?"

"Well yeah. But mine are like, a random pair or two of Fruit of the Looms when I normally wear Hanes." Camden laughed.

"Well, get a load of these." Krieg said, pulling out the Andrew Christians. "Do these not scream gay?"

"Oh my God, they do." Camden pulled off the Versace to put on the Andrew Christians. "Oh they fit so nice. Where's a mirror?"

Krieg directed Camden to the bathroom, flipping on the light so he could see himself in the mirror.

"Wow, I look good." Camden laughed.

"You do. Here, I...it's just the back here is...twisted a bit...if you don't mind..." Krieg said, reaching for the back.

"No, not at all." Camden replied.

Krieg righted the elastic that framed Camden's ass. He found himself giving him a light pat on the butt once he had fixed it. That wasn't lost on Camden at all. "From a straight guy to a gay guy, you look really good, man."

"Thanks! Look at my fucking bulge, man!" Camden giggled. "Much better than Hanes, anyway. Oh my God, can I see YOU in them?"

"Of course." Krieg said.

Camden slipped the underwear off and Krieg took them to pull them on, nestling his large dick into the pouch.

"Holy shit." Camden uttered, staring at Krieg's bulge. Without even thinking, Camden reached out to grope Krieg's package. Krieg was horny, lost in thought, sort of on autopilot for a moment. He KNEW Camden was groping him, but he didn't react. His brain didn't fully comprehend it, as he was thinking with his little head.

Camden took the liberty of squatting, and Krieg soon felt Camden's lips and tongue on his bulge. He kissed, licked, and suckled against his cock, through the underwear. He put his hand on the back of Camden's head, and felt Camden's fingers wrap around onto his bare ass. All at once, he realized what was happening.

"Shit, man, I...I can't...I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"No, I'm really sorry. I feel like I just...I got carried away just now. Led you on."

"I'm sorry, you told me you were straight, and...I just...I went for it anyway." Camden stood up, hard. The two boys stood there awkwardly for a few moments, before Krieg suggested, "Well...you wanna beat off together?"

Camden let a sly grin creep over his face as he nodded. They darted back to Ryan's bedroom where Krieg took off the underwear, and the two laid on Ryan's bed.

As they started to jack, Camden asked, "Sooo I'm confused. You're straight but your friend isn't? Lance?"

"He's...I guess, bi. But...why do you ask?"

"Oh, I...well, I sucked his dick. Out behind your house one night."

"You did, huh?" Krieg asked, not upset about it. He thought for a moment and then asked, "So what were you doing behind our house?"

"Oh. Well...I guess I can tell you now. I was...uh...peeping on Ryan."

"You dirty dog!" Krieg said, laughing. "You've got it bad for him, huh?"

"So bad. I want him so fucking bad. I want him to just take me, and fuck me."

"Damn!" Krieg chuckled. "Sounds like you're the one that should be using the dildo." Krieg laughed, thinking it was a joke.

"Can I?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I don't see why not." Krieg leaned over to get the toy and lube out, and handed them both to Camden.

As Camden lubed himself, he said, "You're pretty comfy with jacking off with me for being straight."

"Well, you're not wrong. Lance and I jacked off a lot."

"I see."

Krieg watched Camden slowly sliding the dildo in his ass. He was more enraptured than he thought he'd be, chalking it up to being on the other side of it, seeing how someone else does it. "Wow", he uttered as Camden got the dildo inside him fully. He was gasping and whining, and Krieg found that oddly hot. Camden waited for a few moments before he started to fully use it on himself.

"Damn, boy." Krieg said, noting Camden's rough usage of the toy.

"I like it like that." he gasped between breaths.

"Looks like it." Krieg responded. Krieg barely jacked himself as he watched Camden absolutely violate himself. He was whining and writhing on the bed next to Krieg. Camden repositioned his grip on the dildo a few times, while also trying to jack himself. "It's tough sometimes to..." Krieg started.

"Get the right angle." Camden said.

"Yeah."

 

[Brian S]

Krieg watched Camden some more, as he drew his legs up to get a better angle, trying to find the right position. All the while trying to masturbate and look at Krieg's cock. He was struggling a bit.

"Well..." Krieg said, and left a long pause. "Fuck it. I'm here already." Krieg rolled onto his side, facing Camden. He reached between Camden's wide open thighs, past his balls, to grab a hold of the dildo.

"Fuckin...really?" Camden asked, absolutely astounded.

"Yeah. Don't tell anyone." Krieg said, grinning as he started to thrust the dildo in and out of Camden's ass. Camden started to focus on jacking, and soon Krieg reached around the outside of Camden's leg to fuck him with the dildo. Camden's right leg was drawn up, the back of his thigh resting on Krieg's arm. Krieg scooted a bit closer for better leverage. His hard cock laid across Camden's hip, touching his trimmed pubic hair slightly. On Camden's downward stroke, his forearm nudged Krieg's dick. Krieg put his left arm under Camden's head, cradling him a bit.

"Harder." Camden whined, and Krieg increased the aggressiveness of the dildo. "Harder!" Camden whined again.

"Fuck, you love this." Krieg said, subconsciously putting all the pleasure onto Camden, taking no responsibility for the pleasure he was getting from it. He convinced himself - without even realizing it - that he was doing this FOR Camden. Even as his own cock swelled and leaked precum onto Camden's pubic hair. Even as he started to push forward, rubbing the side of his shaft against the base of Camden's cock.

He leaned in, lightly brushing Camden's ear with his lips, to whisper, "Think about Ryan fucking you. Think about his cock in your ass." Krieg lightly pulled on Camden's ear lobe with his lips.

"I'm getting there..." Camden whined.

"Yeah?" Krieg whispered. "You gonna cum for Ryan?"

"Yeah...soon."

Camden was on sensory overload. Jacking his own cock while Krieg used a dildo on him. Feeling Krieg's hard cock against his, as it leaked onto his pubic hair. Feeling Krieg's warm breath on his ear. He jacked feverishly, yes thinking about Ryan, but also thinking about Krieg himself fucking him.

"Cum for Ryan." Krieg whispered again.

Camden kept beating his cock, hard, and finally whined loudly, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, cum for me." Krieg said, not even realizing he switched it to "me" from "Ryan". Within seconds, Camden was erupting, shooting all over himself, on his chest and stomach. Krieg made whispering moaning sounds in Camden's ear to encourage him. As Camden unloaded, a good deal of his cum splattered against Krieg's body. His side, his stomach, his cock. "Fuuuuuck, man." Krieg whispered in his ear. All at once, Camden shuddered hard and his hand came down on Krieg's forearm, to stop him from using the dildo. Krieg stopped, but kept his hand on the toy. Camden reached down to pull it out, while Krieg rested his hand on Camden's inner thigh.

"That was hot, dude." Krieg said. He grabbed his cock, not moving his body, essentially jacking himself against Camden. He felt Camden's cum all over his own cock, and as he jacked, he was inadvertently rubbing his cock around in more of Camden's cum. His knuckles brushed Camden's shaft, but he didn't care in the moment. Camden reached down to touch Krieg's pubic hair, to sort of hold and fondle the base of Krieg's cock.

"I'm gonna nut!" Krieg exclaimed soon.

"Yeah. Cum on me." Camden said.

Soon, Krieg did. He exploded all over Camden's pubes, stomach, and hips. Past Camden onto the sheets. Onto Camden's cock and balls. He thrust his body against Camden's, pulling him close and ultimately burying his face against Camden's cheek. What a fucking orgasm.

Krieg let his cock throb against Camden as he caught his breath. Camden's cock was softening, laying right up against Krieg's. Camden wanted to ask, "And you're straight?" but he didn't. He didn't see the need to taunt him about it. Krieg panted against Camden's cheek and then rolled over onto his back.

"Fuck. Well that was different." he laughed.

"Hot though." Camden said.

"Yeah. Hot."

Camden got up to wash dildo and dry it in the bathroom. Krieg put the lube away and then stood up, his knees wobbly. His cock was still rock hard, and he couldn't tell what was his cum or Camden's cum. From his belly button down was just a mess of stickiness. His cock was sticky, his balls were sticky, his inner thighs were sticky. He knew he had cum on his taint even. He heard the shower start up, and joined Camden in the bathroom. Once his cock had softened enough, he took a piss in the toilet while Camden showered. He hopped in to rinse off as well, after Camden got out.

While Krieg was in the shower, Camden put the dildo back and shut the nightstand. He reached into the dresser to take the first pair of white briefs he found, then headed downstairs to get dressed. Soon, Krieg joined him, nude.

"Did you...you don't have clothes?" Camden asked.

"Nope. I mean...I live right next door you know."

"Yeah. Sooo..." Camden said.

"Sooo...this was fun. Interesting."

"Yeah." Camden agreed. "Do you wanna...exchange numbers or something?"

"Sure." Krieg said. He took Camden's phone and put his own number in it.

With an awkward goodbye, the two left out the back door. Camden walked down the driveway towards his car while Krieg sauntered across naked.

 

[Brian S]

As I was driving back from Omaha, all I could think about was Alex. We jacked off again last night after edging. Then again this morning before hitting the show. Then...yet again after the show, before we had dinner together. We exchanged numbers with promises of meeting up soon. Before I left the city, I stopped at a department store to buy myself some Jockey briefs. Just like his, white, low rise... Figured I'd give 'em a whirl.

Despite having jacked off so many times in the last couple days, I was horny as hell on my drive back. It was dark out, since we'd had that dinner, and since I stopped by a store for a while. I was so damn hard in my pants...could I...could I pull my cock out? I knew regular cars couldn't see in, but semis could...as they passed me. Maybe, anyway. It was dark. As I unbuttoned my jeans, I felt a wave of naughtiness course through me. I unzipped them as well, and spread them wide open, resting my hand on my hard underwear bulge. It was wet already, just slightly. I massaged myself for some time, feeling so bold, so daring. I reached into my briefs to touch my cock. It was kind of tough to do so, so I slid my jeans past my knees, and followed them with my briefs. My bare ass on the pickup seat, my cock hard as hell. Such a fucking thrill!

I jacked as I drove, knowing everyone else on the interstate was oblivious to what I was doing. A semi passed me on the left, and I wondered if he could see me. I hoped he could. I found that driving like that - with my pants and briefs at my ankles - was a chore. Seemed kind of dangerous as my legs were confined a bit. I took the next exit to a rest stop, scanning for signs of life. There were a couple trucks parked along the truck side, no regular cars. I pulled into a spot and bent far over to get my shoes and socks off. Once I had done that, off came my jeans and briefs. I was naked from the waist down. Hard as all get out.

I pulled back out and headed for the interstate again, feeling horny as fuck. I whipped my shirt off so that I was completely nude! What a goddamn rush. I never felt so turned on, so...alive. I got back onto the interstate, edging my hard cock. My heart was pounding as the adrenaline surged through me. Goddamn, this was fun!

About an hour later, I noticed it was getting late enough that there wasn't much traffic. And what traffic there was was mostly semi trucks. Yeah I was having fun, driving down the interstate buck-ass naked, edging my cock and listening to music. But...I wasn't sure that anybody had seen me. I craved more. I pulled off into the next rest area, where there was not a soul in sight. Not one single car or semi. I put my truck in park once I got into a parking spot and just looked around. Not a soul. I saw some vending machines and got a wild hair up my ass. Digging through my console, I found some quarters. I clutched them in my sweaty hand as I looked around again. I looked to see if any cars were taking the rest area exit. Nope.

With a deep breath and my heart pounding like crazy, I pulled the door handle. It cracked open and my dome light came on, only increasing my fucking rush. It was a blur. Before I fucking knew it, I was halfway up the damn sidewalk, buck-ass naked! Semis whizzed by in the distance...could they see me? Could they see my ass? My cock had softened, but shot up hard again before I got to the vending machines. I stood there, naked and boned, as I dropped the quarters in and got a bottle of water. Carrying it, I sauntered back towards my idling truck, with the door standing open just in case. I could see the semis now, speeding by. Look at my hard dick, I thought. I began to tug slowly about halfway back to my truck. I prayed all those truck drivers could see me. My feet made an almost pattering noise on the concrete. Still not content, I stood outside my truck to smoke a cigarette.

I had the door open in case I needed to dive back in quickly. And I stood in the little, somewhat safe area between my truck and the open door. But I faced the interstate, showing my hard dick to anyone who might look. A semi started to pull in, so I hopped in my truck. I nervously sucked down the rest of my cigarette, tossing it out the slightly opened window. Whoever it was was just sitting back there. I kept peering in my rearview mirror. Soon, a man got out. He was really tall and really lean. A cowboy type. He moseyed on up towards the bathroom, and I thought I was safe. I thought his path would take him far enough away from me that he wouldn't see me naked in my truck. All the while, hoping he WOULD see me naked in my truck. What complicated fucking thoughts!

Well, his path changed. He walked closer to my pickup, finally coming up the right side. He slowed down as he passed the passenger window, looking in at me. He saw me. He saw me naked. He saw my cock. I wasn't jacking it, but still. Oh God, oh God, oh God. What was he going to say? What was he going to do? I was so nervous I felt like I might throw up. That is, until he gave a half-smile and literally a tip of the hat and moved on. Whew!

He had really long, skinny legs, and he sauntered slowly towards the bathroom as he lit a smoke. He stopped just outside the building, standing there smoking. Soon, he moseyed down another sidewalk, back towards a little covered picnic area. He seemed aimless as he slowly strolled back there. He looked over his shoulder a few times, before disappearing into one of those concrete table areas. I always wondered who eats a picnic at a rest stop?

Anyway, my heart was still pounding and I could see the truck driver occasionally peek out the entrance, seemingly looking at me. In my direction, anyway. I had no idea what he was up to until he moseyed fully into view, into the doorway or entrance. Holy shit, he had his pants down and his cock out! He was jacking off! He tugged in my direction, very clearly looking at me now. Do I...do I dare get out? I looked around to see nobody else had showed up. My heart racing yet again, I cracked my door open. Getting out, I looked around again, and then took a deep breath. I walked with more determination than he had. Well, I was nude. I was feeling that rush again as I got to the covered picnic area to find him leaning against the table, jacking his cock.

 

[Brian S]

"Whatcha lookin' for?" he asked me in a deep southern drawl.

"I...I don't know." I blurted out. I looked at his cock. It was circumcised and huge. Bigger than Krieg's? It arced in the middle, looking kind of like a banana...or...I don't know why this came to mind, but Gonzo's nose. It was a hefty-looking thing. So were his balls. Fat, big, lowhangers, lopsided. Instinctively, I started to stroke my cock and got further under the shelter for privacy.

"Top or bottom?" he asked me.

"What? Um...I don't know. What does that..."

"Do you want fucked or do you want to fuck me?" he asked, his drawl so strong.

"Oh! Uh...neither."

"Blowjobs then?"

"Well, I was hoping...maybe we could just...jack off?"

"Weird, but that'll do." he said. "Long as you cum on me."

"Cum...ON you?"

"Yeah man, ain't ya never done anything like this before?"

"Uh...no, actually."

He smirked, kind of cute. About my age. He unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it wide open to expose his lean, extremely hairy chest. He then pushed his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, and leaned back against the table. "Come on over here. I don't bite, unless you want me to."

I let out a meager chuckle and stepped the few feet over to him. He started fondling my balls, and I didn't love it, but I didn't tell him no. "You straight or somethin'?" he asked.

"Yeah. Yeah I am." I said.

"Just like jerkin' it?"

"I guess you could say that." I replied.

"Well ain't nothin' wrong with that." he said, fondling my balls more. "Awful ballsy, walkin' around here nekkid. Fuckin' hot, man."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Hot guy like you. Hot cock. Hot nuts."

I leaned a bit closer, feeling his hairy bare leg against mine. Accidentally nudged the side of his cock with the head of mine. This wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but the idea was so hot I went with it. I let my head nudge his cock some more.

"You've got a huge dick." I blurted out.

"Just a hair bigger'n 9 inches." he said, proud of himself. I felt so horny doing this...so turned on...that I lost my mind I swear. I grabbed my dick at the base and intentionally thumped it against the shaft of his huge cock. He groped my bare ass a little, and then continued to fondle my nuts. I jacked, leaking out onto his cock some, and finally I was close.

"I'm gonna cum on you!" I declared, shocking the shit outta myself. Too late to change my mind, even if I wanted to. A second later, I spurted onto his cock. Into his thick dark pubes, and up onto his stomach a bit.

"Fuck yeah, man...get your jizz all up on my cock." he said. After I unloaded onto him, he grabbed his dick and tugged it. He continued to fondle my balls as my cock dripped a little onto the concrete at my feet. He groped my cock! Slid his hand up my stomach to my chest to touch my nipple. Soon, he grunted and started to shoot. He didn't shoot that far. Not as far as I thought he would. It was a lot of cum, though.

With that, he casually pulled up his black boxerbriefs, followed by his jeans. "Thanks buddy." he said, as he strolled out of the picnic area, doing his jeans up. Suddenly I was just standing back there alone, naked, having just gotten off. What the fuck am I doing, I thought. I darted back to my truck, cupping myself, feeling some regret. Luckily, nobody else had pulled in, so I got my briefs on and hopped in. I pulled out quickly and sped home, feeling dumb. Feeling like I did more than I wanted to with that guy, that I let him take advantage of me. True, I had never said no, I didn't stop him from doing things. Which is what upset me the most.

 

[Brian S]

I have no fucking idea what I'm doing, Krieg thought as he got out of the shower. Brighton was sitting in the next room over, in Krieg's bedroom, having been invited over for weed and beer. What am I even doing? This is probably the dumbest thing you've ever tried, Krieg. So...a straight guy is going to try to seduce another straight guy into jacking off with him? Jesus, what the fuck could go wrong?

Krieg didn't really need to shower; he used that as an excuse to get naked. Once dry, he took a deep breath and left the bathroom, sauntering the few feet to his bedroom door. Brighton looked up, catching glimpse of Krieg's big dick.

"Whoa." he said, chuckling that dumb-ass fratboy chuckle that Krieg had oddly come to like.

"Sorry, man. Didn't have clothes in the bathroom." Krieg replied.

"It's cool, bro. I play football, so...I'm just sorta...like...not to be gay or nothing but shit, that's uh, pretty damn big, buddy."

Krieg smiled, feeling turned on that Brighton had not only noticed his cock, but was talking about it, complimenting it.

"Thanks, I sure like it." Krieg said. He pulled on some boxers and then dug his weed out. He was just going to make being in his underwear acceptable, hopefully. Between football and his buddy roomies, Brighton was no stranger to seeing a dude in his underwear, or even naked. He was used to being drunk and dumb with his friends, whipping them out for laughs, or going streaking; sharing the bathroom if needs be. He just wasn't used to seeing Krieg that way. It was the first time they'd hung out aside from work, and he had months if not years of camaraderie built up with his buddies. Yet he also acknowledged that he'd changed his clothes in front of Krieg too. And plus...weed and beer.

They smoked up on Krieg's bed, getting a bit stoned before heading downstairs to the kitchen for beers. They fired up the xbox and started playing some Call of Duty. Both their nerves caused them to drink fast. About an hour into it, Krieg got up to fetch more beers. When he returned, Brighton was standing up. His shorts were undone and he was pulling his shirt off.

"Figured if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." he laughed goofily as he dropped his shorts. He had on Saxx trunks, striped in aqua blue and orange.

Fuck, he looks damn good in his underwear, Krieg thought.

"Ain't the first time I played xbox in my underwear with a buddy." Brighton said. That was something Krieg found oddly erotic, but it was something that Brighton said to hopefully take control of his actions. To be the one CHOOSING to strip to his underwear. To hopefully keep it light and goofy.

Krieg sat down beside him and they continued playing some more, their skills starting to slip more the drunker they got. "Yo I suck at this. I'm too fucked up." Brighton finally said, laughing. "You got a smoke?"

"You smoke?"

"Only when I'm fucked up." Brighton laughed again, his muscular fratboy chest heaving as he did. Krieg motioned for him to follow him out back. They lit up and stood there smoking in their underwear. Krieg eyeballed the words tattooed on Brighton's rib cage. It was something he originally found uninspired and cliche, but was now seeing in a different light. A sexier light.

Without warning, Brighton stepped about three feet to the side. He thumbed his underwear down with his left hand and pulled his cock out with his right, taking a piss immediately. Krieg stood there, trying to look at Brighton's cock, but trying not to let Brighton know he was looking at his cock. He didn't think Brighton would care, actually. Why is everything about him so...fucking...pretty?

Brighton shook off and put his cock away, rejoining Krieg a few feet away. "Man, I am fuckin wasted." he said.

"Me too, kinda." Krieg lied. He was drunk and stoned, but not WASTED. He imagined he probably held his liquor better than Brighton did.

Back inside, they sat on the couch and talked. After a while, Brighton said, "Well...okay...only since I'm so fuckin lit right now...and not to be gay or nothing...but I ain't ever seen an uncut dick in person."

"Oh, you haven't?"

"Nope."

"Do you...want to see it?"

"Kinda, I guess." Brighton said, shrugging.

Krieg slid his boxers down some and held his soft cock upright. Brighton looked at it, tentatively, as though it might bite him.

"See, the skin is covering my head now...but.." Krieg slid the skin back, showing Brighton how it worked. He did that a few times, feeling his cock begin to stiffen.

"Weird, man. Is it really sensitive?"

"Yeah. I don't need lube to jack off either."

"Damn. Lucky." Brighton said, saying about anything just to ease his nerves.

Krieg kept stroking, getting his cock fully hard in front of Brighton. "See, now look..." Krieg said, showing that his head was completely out, yet he could slide the skin back at least most of the way over his head.

"Huh. Damn. That's some crazy shit, dude." Brighton said, now slightly hoping Krieg would put his cock away.

"Can I see yours?" Krieg asked.

Brighton hesitated. "I mean...you've seen it. Nothing special. I'm cut."

"I know, but...in the interest of sharing." Krieg replied.

"Sure. I mean...I guess it's only fair." Brighton said, actually believing that. He sat up and slid his trunks down to his knees, and sat back down. He held up his soft cock for Krieg to look at.

"I'm straight, but...damn you have a really pretty dick." Krieg said.

"Thanks, man." Brighton blushed. "I mean...I think so too." he then laughed. He found himself getting hard, surprisingly, and he absent-mindedly gave it a couple strokes. "Course, on the other hand, yours is bigger and...more interesting since it's uncut."

"Well I don't know about MORE interesting, but thanks. I guess we both have some hot cocks." Krieg said, stroking his.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do." Brighton said, chuckling nervously. His cock was rock hard, and he held it at the base to keep it sticking straight up.

All at once, Krieg slouched a bit, and began stroking in earnest. Really obviously jacking it. "Damn, you have a hot cock." he said.

"What...what are we doing?" Brighton asked.

"Well, truth be told...I was hoping he we could rub one out together."

"What? Oh, no man. No. Sorry, I'm not gay." Brighton stood and pulled his underwear back up.

"I'm not gay either."

"That seems awful gay, man." Brighton said, adjusting his boner in his underwear.

"It's not. It's just jacking off."

"I ain't gonna cum with you, dude. Sorry." Brighton started to pull on his shirt.

"Where are you going?"

"I gotta go, man. Sorry. I thought we were just hanging out, being bros."

"Bros can jerk off together." Krieg said, trying to salvage the night.

"No...no they can't." Brighton said, turning his shirt around after realizing he put it on backwards.

"Oh come on. You and your football bros never jerked off together?"

"No! Fuck no. Why the fuck would we do that?" Brighton asked, feeling more agitated the more Krieg pushed.

"For fun!"

"Sorry. That don't sound like fun to me. I ain't against gay people but that ain't for me." Brighton said, pulling up his shorts.

"Stop saying I'm gay. I'm not gay."

"Okay, well, whatever you wanna call it." Brighton said, stepping into his flip flops. "I respect whatever you wanna do but I can't be part of it. I ain't interested in jizzing in front of another dude. Sorry." With that, Brighton left, definitely unable to drive but driving anyway. Krieg was left on the couch, his hard dick in hand, feeling absolutely rejected.