Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[Brian S]

*****2011*****

Patrick had been naked when Trey got back from Christmas Break.

"Hey man!" he said, as Trey entered the room, impressed that Patrick was balls-out naked.

"Hey buddy!" Trey said, putting his bags down. Patrick hopped off his bed for a big hug. Trey was all too willing to give him that hug.

Before he unpacked or did anything else, Trey stripped naked too. Patrick was looking at Trey's body in a completely different way now. A much more sexual way. Adam had definitely flipped a switch within Patrick; a switch he didn't even know he had. Instead of just a platonic admiration of Trey's fit body, Patrick found himself lusting after Trey. He didn't know how to tell him, though he wanted to. For the time being, he was just going to keep it a secret.

They got stoned and got caught up on each other's breaks. Shot the shit, hung out. Finally, Trey fell asleep on his bed. Patrick turned in also, but started to feel horny. His lamp was off, but Trey's was on. From his bed, Patrick could see Trey's nude body as he slept. His chest rising slightly with each breath. His left leg was straight, but his right was drawn up some, his knee pointed towards Patrick, his inner thigh on top. Patrick could kind of see Trey's balls, but Trey's dick was on full display. It laid upward and to the side, seemingly partially hard. Before he knew it, Patrick found his hand wrapped around his cock.

Man, I wanna suck that dick! Wanna show him all the things I learned, the things Adam taught me. Guess I'm really fucking embracing my gay side...I can't tell if I'm surprised or not. I never thought I was attracted to guys, but I've always been able to appreciate a nice dick. A buff guy. A charming guy. I've always notice male...attributes...I just didn't think it meant anything.

Patrick nudged his blanket down slowly, eventually getting to his cock and beyond. Soon, the covers were at his knees and he pulled his legs out to be totally exposed. He felt a rush surge through him, adrenaline. Patrick was nervous Trey might wake up, but he hoped he did. He figured he could always write it off by saying he thought Trey was totally asleep. Patrick simply looked over at Trey's nude body while he jacked himself, finally cumming on his own torso.

Patrick spent every single night for the next 2 weeks doing this. Trey hardly ever had covers on. A couple of times, Trey was on his stomach, so Patrick just looked at his ass. Thought about touching it. Thought about...putting his mouth there, like Adam had done to him.

One night in particular, Patrick was feeling ballsy and brave. He got out of bed quietly and stood near Trey's bed for a better look. He jacked over him, looking down at Trey's large cock and balls. He wanted to touch it, suck it...of course he didn't. When he got close, he wanted to just cum on Trey's nude body, and of course he didn't do that either. Instead he returned to his bed to cum on his own body.

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One day in early February, Patrick got back to the dorm room from the library. He walked in on Trey jacking off. He shrugged and kept walking in.

"Heyyyy, man." Trey said, kind of chuckling. He stopped jacking but didn't let go of his cock.

"Hey buddy." Patrick said casually. He put his backpack on the floor by his bed and proceeded to kick his sneakers off.

"Sooo, I was just gonna..." Trey said, vaguely tugging on his cock once.

"Yeah, okay.", Patrick said, nonchalantly, taking off his socks and standing to remove his shirt.

"So, it's cool if I just..."

"It's fine with me if it's fine with you." Patrick said, tossing his shirt to the floor in the corner of the room.

"All right then." Trey said, continuing to jack off.

Patrick opened his jeans, and slid out of them, down to his grey briefs which he soon removed as well. Trey looked over at Patrick's ass, then at his cock when he turned around. In the next few moments, everything was laid bare in an unspoken manner. Trey was clearly looking at Patrick for some jack inspiration, and Patrick was clearly watching Trey finish. He stood there, silent, just staring at Trey. His cock throbbed itself hard without being touched. The only sound in the room came from Trey's labored, shallow breaths. Patrick watched Trey's brow furrow, his mouth a little more slack than before. With a grunt, Trey started to shoot all over his washboard abs and chest, all the while looking at Patrick's body and hard cock.

Trey began to slow up on his stroking as his orgasm came to and end. Cum dribbled out of his large cock and he squeezed it a bit. He never took his eyes off Patrick. At that exact moment, they both just told each other everything they needed to know about one another, without saying a single word.

 

[Brian S]

Patrick pulled out and jacked off onto Ben McCoy's ass and back - the older newbie he'd fucked not that long ago. Ben had already cum. The thing Patrick liked most about him is that he had a wife to get home to, so he wasn't likely to stick around and want to cuddle or talk. Indeed, Ben cleaned up his own back and started getting dressed. He thanked Patrick for an amazing time, and left in a hurry.

Patrick lit a cigarette and sat on his couch, nude. Not two minutes went by when there was a knock at his door. Dude must've forgot something, he figured. He got up and shuffled over to the door to open it. It was Brighton.

"Can I come in?" Brighton asked, pushing his way past a naked Patrick.

"By all means..." Patrick said sarcastically.

Brighton started right in. "Why did you do the things you did to me?"

"Huh?" Patrick asked.

"That night. Why did you do that?"

"Uh, because I think you're fucking hot. Why else would I?"

"I mean, you know I'm straight."

"Are you?" Patrick asked. It came out gruff, yet insightful.

"I just don't understand why you would hit on me like you did." Brighton said.

"Hey. I thought you were hot, I hit on you, and YOU decided to come home with me." Patrick shrugged, scratching at his pubic hair.

"Can you put some clothes on, dude?" Brighton asked.

"Nope." Patrick replied, taking a drag off his cigarette.

"I don't know why I came home with you."

"Apparently to get a great ass eating and your cock sucked."

"That's not what I mean. I'm not gay."

"Cool. Me neither." Patrick said, shrugging.

"Why are you so, like, calm about this?" Brighton demanded to know.

Patrick shrugged. "I...don't know what there is to be worked up about. I had a great time, you had a great time, and...now you're here having kittens about it."

"I never did anything with a guy before and then you did stuff to me." Brighton said.

Patrick shrugged once more. "Gotta start somewhere."

"Is that it? You're just gonna stand there and be all cool and shitty about it?"

"What do you want me to do, walk you through your own self-discovery?" Patrick asked, stubbing out his cigarette.

"I shouldn't have come here." Brighton said, trying to get past Patrick again.

Patrick grabbed Brighton's bicep to prevent him from leaving. "Listen."

"Stop." Brighton said.

Patrick let go of Brighton's arm and repeated, "Listen. Sit down. You want a beer?"

"No."

"Fine. Have a seat. I won't bite, I promise."

Brighton mulled it over and decided to sit down. He sat on one end of the couch while Patrick sat on the other end.

"Listen, kid. I'm only doing this because I think you're pretty fucking hot. That, and...fuck, you seem like you need it."

"I'm listening." Brighton said, slightly pouting.

"I was in your spot once. Pretty much every guy that finds out their attracted to other guys has been in the spot you're in right now."

"Like, upset and confused?"

"No. A turning point. Yeah, some get upset, some get confused. Me? I ran with it. It was like I found my calling. Everything fucking clicked for me. I had friends who had gay sex once and then not again for years because it scared them so bad. I had other friends that slutted out and fucked anything that moved twice. Look. Yeah, I sweet talked ya. I told you everything I thought you wanted to hear. But guess what? It worked. You came home with me. I'm not gloating about it, but I am good at what I do. But I didn't get you drunk and coerce you, I didn't twist your arm. I threw out an offer, and you accepted. Now, I don't know why you did it. You don't even know why you did it. But ya did. And you had a good time, right?"

"I mean...yeah..." Brighton said, blushing a little.

"My best advice to you is to just fuckin' think about it. Did it turn you on? Cool. Do you think about dicks and shit? Cool. If not, that's cool too. You make yourself happy, and shit'll fall into place, I guarantee it. Maybe that's the only time you ever hook up with a guy. I really, really, really hope not, incidentally. But it might be true. Maybe you'll learn to love getting fucked in the ass, and maybe not. Maybe you'll just want your dick sucked once in a while. Who knows?"

"It's just kinda weird cuz...not too long before that, a friend of mine, a coworker, asked if I wanted to beat off with him and I wigged out."

"How did it get to that point?" Patrick asked.

"I dunno, we were drinking in our underwear. He's uncut and...well, it's big, so I asked him about it. He showed me, got hard, asked to see mine, and I got hard. Then that's when he suggested we whack off together."

"And you wigged out? Left?"

"Yeah. I mean now I kinda wish I would of done it, but I don't get why I freaked on him but let you...you know...with your mouth." Brighton blushed.

"It's a rimjob. But I kinda hate that term, so I always just say ate your ass. But uh, look, sometimes the brain is shitty." Patrick shrugged. "For whatever reason, you weren't into it that night. Or you thought you weren't. Maybe it took you by surprise. Maybe you wanted to but were raging against it. Was that what you were thinking about in the gym shower that one night? That got you so hard?"

"Kinda, yeah." Brighton blushed.

"I mean the short answer is...I don't know. I don't know what's going on in your head. That's for you to figure out. The long answer is, just keep thinking about it. Don't try to bury that shit or hope it'll go away on its own. That's how you end up like the guy I just fucked."

Brighton laughed hard and nervously, "You just..."

"Yeah. Finished like five minutes before you got here. Point is, he's over 40, married, has a kid or two I think. Just had gay sex for the first time not that long ago. With me, of course."

"You sound like you get a lot of newbies."

"Well, Red Rover..." Patrick said, chuckling.

"What?"

"Haven't you heard of Red Rover?"

"I mean...maybe?"

"Red Rover, Red Rover, send Brighton right over." Patrick said. "Y'see, it's a game where..."

"I get it." Brighton said. Brighton did not get it. "I guess I...I feel better about myself now."

"Well that's good." Patrick said.

"I just don't know like...like, how will I know, like...what to do and shit? Or like, what I even WANT to do?"

"Well, I volunteer as tribute." Patrick shrugged.

Brighton DID get that, and laughed. The two exchanged numbers and Brighton got up to leave. "I should get back. Got some homework to do."

"Well, glad we had this little talk. Don't tell anyone that deep down, way down, I'm a softie at heart."

Brighton laughed. "Okay, I won't."

Patrick opened his arms for a hug, and Brighton went in for it. Yes, Patrick's cock brushed Brighton's package. As they broke the hug and Brighton turned for the door, Patrick swatted his ass. "Go do your homework."

 

[Brian S]

So there I was, lying in Krieg's bed, in Krieg's bedroom, in Krieg's house, with Krieg's dildo up my damn ass, and who should call me? Krieg. Never talked to anyone on the phone with a dildo up my ass before! Guess there's a first time for everything! Ha ha!

Poor guy told me his car broke down on the way home. He was at a shitty roadside motel, and his car was in front of a shop somewhere. Poor kid told me he doesn't have the money to pay for towing and to get his car fixed. They're gonna work on it in the morning. Krieg told me he's going to wait until the car is fixed, THEN call his dad for money. He figures if he calls before his dad might say no. If the work is done, his dad, ever the businessman, isn't gonna wanna shortchange the shop.

Well, he's not gonna have to call his dad. I got the name of the shop off him through conversation - with a damn dildo up my ass, let's not forget - and I looked it up on my phone. They open at 8 tomorrow morning, so right at 8 I'm gonna call and give them my card info over the phone so they can charge it when it's done. I know, I know, I'm an ol' softie. There's two parts to that though. One, I think Krieg is sexy and it couldn't hurt to be nice to him. Two, there's no reason he needs to involve that douchebag of a father he has. Plus, I mean, just to do something nice for him. Guess that's three things. He don't know it yet, but he'll be in for a pleasant surprise in the morning!

Anyway, after I got off the phone with him, I continued. Wound up shooting the biggest damn load ever! Probably because I talked to him on the phone while I was in his bed, using his dildo. Like a goddamn perverted stalker or something! But hey he told me I could go into his house at any time while he was gone. So at least there's that. Just probably didn't mean I could use his dildo. Ha ha!

I kinda got to thinking today, and...well, I'm almost embarrassed to admit this. But I'm gonna anyway. I'd like to jack off with Camden. I'd like to jack off with Patrick. I like jacking off with Alex. Hell, I'd like to jack off with that redheaded boy who delivered my pizza the other night! I'd like to jack off with Krieg, but...but...goddamnit, if I was ever gonna...IF I was ever gonna, say, do something else? Do a little more? It'd have to be Krieg. And shit, don't get me wrong, I ain't too seriously considering much. I'm just saying, IF that were to happen, I'd pick him.

Guess I don't know why. Shit, I say that, but I do know why. I think he's cute. I like his dick. I like his personality. I think he'd be patient with me. Hell, I already got to be pretty curious about touching that dick of his. Before, right when I first thought of it, it was real...scientific. Just a base curiosity about its size and since it's uncut. But lately? Lately it feels like there's more to it. Like, it's gonna sound goofy, but I'd like to make him happy. To uh...you know, make it feel good. Maybe uh...maybe get him off. Yeah part of it's his dick. But part of it is him. I dunno, he's sweet; I think he deserves it. Now, I'm just saying MAYBE a handjob here. MAYBE. At the most. Not that I think that'll ever happen anyway. I ain't gonna ever be in that position to make that decision, so it's all just thoughts. Pretty sure I'd be the last guy he'd ever pick for something like that.

 

[Dean1931]

I'm out of story I've finished what you've written and I'm loving this. Keep up the great writing!

 

[Brian S]

Krieg walked across the highway towards an all-night gas station with a porn store next door. He was starving, having skipped the luncheon in favor of driving home, so he was going to see what he could scrounge together at the gas station. It was weirdly quiet in there, but he managed to find some pre-made, packaged sandwiches and some Pringles. A Red Bull for the morning and a bottled water for now. As he left, he figured what the heck and stopped into the porn store.

The music was obnoxiously loud; some Britney Spears remix or something, Krieg deduced. The girl behind the counter didn't seem like the kind of girl to listen to Britney; maybe it was mandated or maybe she wasn't in charge of the music. She had dyed, jet black hair, lots of eyeliner, a nose ring, and sort of punk-goth clothing. Her Siouxsie and the Banshees T-shirt seemed weirdly out of place in the brightly lit store with dance music playing. The girl herself seemed weirdly out of place. Krieg nodded and smiled to her as he walked past the counter to look around.

He had no real plans on buying anything; he was just killing some time. Anything to keep from having to go back to that shitty little motel room across the highway. He perused the porn DVDs thinking, Who buys porn anymore? His ass literally clenched as he winced at a 14 inch, double sided dildo. Lots of novelty items, a big lube display, some lingerie. He came across a bin of cheap DVDs that he absent-mindedly looked through. It took him a second to realize they were all gay DVDs. He kept flipping through them anyway, realizing that for all his experience, he'd never actually seen a gay porn.

He finally came across one that caught his eye. It was like, Backdoor Boys 9 or something like that. Some off-brand, D-List porn now in a $5 bin. The thing that caught his eye was one of the guys on the cover. That looks like Ryan. I mean, it's obviously not. But structurally...he kinda has the same body type. A little hairier than Ryan...a little trimmer, not that Ryan's fat by any means. Different hair, but facially...kinda close. That's odd. Staring at it, I can tell it's not him. Glancing at it, if I didn't know better...eh, what the hell. It's five bucks.

Krieg paid for the DVD and left the porn store to head back across the highway. There certainly wasn't a DVD player in his room, so he just tossed it on the stand beside the TV. God this room smells like...moldy piss, he thought as he undressed. Why is it muggy in here? Once Krieg got naked, he propped the door open with his motorcycle boots. He figured he was safe to do so since in all the time he'd been there, he hadn't seen another living soul. Save for the man who checked him in hours ago, who was about 108 by Krieg's estimation. He sat down on the bed and started eating his gas station supper, trying - and failing - to find something good to watch on the tube-style TV that had to have been at least 20 years old.

As he was about finished with his makeshift dinner, he heard a semi pulling in so he moved his boots and suffered with the stagnancy. He smoked in the bathroom, figuring he couldn't possibly make the place smell worse than it did. After that, he watched some TV, and nodded off on the bed. He awoke a couple hours later to static on the TV. He flipped it off, and, craving a smoke, he opened the door just enough to peer out. The semi had obviously parked on the opposite side of the place, if it was still there at all. He couldn't hear it running, couldn't hear...anything. The side he was on opened up to a wooded area beyond the gravel parking lot. There was literally not a sound to be heard, and it was just after 2 in the morning anyway. Krieg stepped out naked and lit his cigarette. He was in room 6, and he hadn't seen that the door to room 5 was propped open. He couldn't tell from the angle, and didn't exactly look for it anyway.

While Krieg was turned slightly, looking off into the wooded area, thinking about how creepy it was, a man stepped out of room 5. Krieg jumped a bit when he heard, "Well damn, boy, you're nekkid!"

He turned swiftly to see the guy, late 20's, he figured, good shape. "Jesus!" Krieg exclaimed almost involuntarily. He relaxed only slightly when he saw the guy was in a pair of red briefs.

 

[Brian S]

"You scared the shit outta me." Krieg told the red-briefed stranger.

"Well, I sure didn't expect to see anyone, let alone a naked dude."

"Yeah, I really didn't think anyone else was here." Krieg said, stopping short of apologizing for his nudity.

"No worries. It's nice...I'd be showin' it off too." the man said.

"That's...awful brazen." Krieg said, a light teasing tone to his voice.

"Well, with all due respect, YOU'RE the one standing outside a motel naked."

"Touche." Krieg laughed, then extended his hand. "Krieg."

"Krieg, eh? That's an interesting name. Paul." the man said as he shook Krieg's hand.

"Yeah my mom and dad kinda were hippies, back in the day. Emphasis on were. Nice to meet ya, Paul."

"Likewise."

Krieg said he'd be right back, and darted into his room for his pack of smokes. Paul stepped into the doorway, vaguely following him. "I uh, I like your choice of viewing materials." he said, gesturing at the gay porn DVD.

"Oh I didn't...I haven't watched it yet." Krieg said, amending his statement midway. He just didn't feel the need to delve into the whole story. "I mean, there sure ain't any DVD players in this place."

"Shit, you got a fancy TV!" Paul said, laughing at the black plastic monstrosity on the dresser.

"Fancy?" Krieg asked.

"Mine's fake wood grain. Easily older'n me."

Both Paul and Krieg laughed. Krieg rooted around for a fresh pack of smokes, and when he finally found one in his bag, he turned to see that Paul had his hand down the front of his red briefs.

"Oh, I...I think you got the wrong idea, Paul. I'm...I'm not gay." Krieg said, trying to let Paul down gently.

"Ain't gotta be gay to get a blowjob." Paul shrugged, jerking his hard cock from inside his briefs. Krieg could see the head poking outward through the red cotton.

"You wanna...you wanna suck my cock?" Krieg asked, clarifying for no reason.

"I'd give about anything to get my mouth on that beast." Paul said. "No recip needed. I blow you, then I go."

"I'm sorry, Paul. I'm...I'm good. Thank you though."

"Eh, suit yourself, man." Paul said, chuckling. "You have a good night."

"You too man." Krieg responded. Paul left, and Krieg shut the door behind him before getting on his bed.

But...why not? I've been curious about shit lately...I never have to see him again after this. It's not like Ryan who lives next door, or Brighton who I work with. Or Lance, who's my best friend. Just go get your dick sucked, idiot. Try it. If you hate it, you can stop it and leave. I mean someone - who isn't bad looking even - just outright offered me head. Where's my sense of adventure? I used to be so ballsy and up for about anything...don't act like your dad, moron. Go have fun.

Krieg talked himself into it. He left his room, walked the few feet to Paul's door, and knocked.

"Come in." Paul hollered.

Krieg opened the door to see Paul on his bed naked, jacking his cock. Maybe just shy of six inches, cut, straight as an arrow.

"You change your mind?" Paul asked.

Krieg couldn't really talk. He didn't really want to, and he didn't know what he'd say anyway. He just slowly walked up to Paul's bed while Paul swung his legs around and rested his feet on the floor. Once Krieg got close enough, Paul just scooped up Krieg's soft cock and put it in his mouth. He started sucking immediately, not wasting any time.

Krieg closed his eyes softly, and noticed Paul's room smelled as badly as his did. It almost distracted him enough to take his mind off his first gay blowjob. He was surprised to find he got hard quickly, and that Paul's mouth felt as good as it did. Jesus, he's good...

Paul didn't say much, just moaned and grunted with Krieg's cock in his mouth. He didn't just suck it, he made love to it. Paul did what he loved and loved what he did when it came to sucking cock. Krieg felt Paul's hands wrap around his hips, and Krieg began to thrust instinctively. Paul muttered "Mmhmm", encouraging Krieg to fuck his mouth. Krieg did, picking up speed. He finally put his hand on the back of Paul's head as he began to thrust hard and fast. He looked down for the first time, and it only psyched him out a little. "Fuuuck!" Krieg moaned out loud.

This continued for a while, and Paul suckled on Krieg's balls and ran his tongue around inside Krieg's foreskin. Krieg couldn't deny that Paul was giving him the best head he'd ever had. After some time, Krieg took back over, thrusting into Paul's mouth. He fucked it, and fucked it, and fucked it until he was close.

"I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed, which only made Paul more eager. He was stroking his own cock furiously while Krieg fucked his face. Soon, Krieg unleashed down Paul's throat, and Paul expertly took the load down, relishing it. Krieg's thrusting slowly wound down as he finished cumming, and while his cock was still in Paul's mouth, Paul came by jacking himself. His load shot Krieg in the legs, and his orgasm prompted him to suckle on Krieg's cock some more. That made Krieg cringe a bit just because his cock was so sensitive. Once Paul was done cumming, he let Krieg's cock slip from his mouth.

"Uh...wow. Thanks, man." Krieg said.

"Sure thing, big guy." Paul said, literally licking his lips.

Krieg left Paul's room and headed back to his own for a quick shower. Immediately after, he had a cigarette in the bathroom and tried to go to sleep without thinking too much on what he'd just done.

 

[Brian S]

Tuesday night, Ryan was sitting on his deck naked. He felt like each passing night got just a bit chillier, and he knew it really wouldn't be long before he couldn't do this anymore, comfortably. He scrolled through grindr, almost absent-mindedly, noticing how many new profiles there were. College boys back in town. As he smoked his cigarette and swiped through his phone, he heard the sound of Krieg's back door. He stood to see if Krieg was coming over. He was.

Krieg walked with determination, his large uncut cock swinging and bouncing off his thighs. "You sonofabitch." he said, which put Ryan into defensive mode immediately. What had he done? Did he leave the dildo out? Had he left something of his over there? Did someone see him?

Krieg marched up the steps to stand in front of Ryan briefly, before giving him a huge hug. "I can't believe you fucking paid for my car, man!" he said, juuuuuust shy of tears.

"Oh! Oh, it was nothing." Ryan said, feeling Krieg's surprisingly soft skin. There was no doubt about it, their cocks nudged. They both felt it, each one hoping to get hard, yet hoping to not get hard at the same time. Krieg was slightly surprised at just how fine it was. How little it bothered him. They broke the hug, and Krieg continued.

"It wasn't nothing, man. I owe you, big time. You saved me from having to call my douche of a dad. He SO would have fuckin' lorded it over me."

Krieg lit up and the two stood there nude, talking. Both of them did get a bit aroused, but far from hard. Just enough to ignite suspicion and fantasies in each other.

"So how was your abrupt overnight stay?" Ryan finally asked. Krieg had mentioned the state of the motel on the phone.

"It was...somethin' man. The room smelled like moldy piss, that's the only way I could describe it. The TV was older than me. I ate gas station food for supper, hit up a weird porn store just to look around. Not a soul in the motel. Well except for this one guy who scared the shit outta me at 2 in the morning and saw me naked."

"Naturally." Ryan said, chuckling and gesturing slightly at Krieg's body. "How did that happen? What did he say?" Ryan asked, perhaps a bit too interested.

"I stepped out for a smoke, hadn't seen anyone in hours, except for across the highway at the gas station. He came trotting outta the room next to mine." Krieg said, not really ready to continue talking about it.

"Yeah but...what did he say? Was he mad?"

"Naw. He understood that I didn't think anyone was around. Plus, he was in his underwear, so it's not like he could talk too much."

"They were briefs, red." Krieg said, taking a drag of his smoke.

"Like...Hanes, Fruit of the Loom..." Ryan asked, trailing off.

Krieg tried not to squint his eyes in confusion over Ryan's desire for such details. "Hanes." he said.

"Cool. So then what?"

"Just both of us had a smoke and went to bed." Krieg said, which wasn't exactly false. They did indeed part ways and go to bed. Krieg just didn't tell Ryan the rest of the story, when he got up five minutes later.

Krieg had yet to really think about what happened. He just got in his car when it was done, and drove home, blasting 90's grunge. Krieg didn't really want to think about it; he didn't think he needed to. He wasn't upset about what happened, so why mull it over? He got his cock sucked by a man he didn't really know and is never going to see again. And it was good. End of, as far as he was concerned.

The two stood and talked for another fifteen minutes or so, when Krieg said he better get back inside. He made it a point to tell Ryan that he probably wouldn't be up much longer, as he was exhausted from his travels and not sleeping well at the shitty motel. It seemed to Ryan that Krieg was telling him not to look for him to beat off, which was more or less what Krieg meant.

 

[USAFfreeballer1968]

This story is amazing. I find myself logging in constantly to see if there is another chapter posted. You really know how to write and how to keep everyone interested!

 

[Brian S]

*****2011*****

There was a Valentine's dance that both Trey and Patrick wanted to skip. Neither of them had a Valentine, and they also didn't really care to go in the first place. Instead, the two stayed locked in their room, naked, and got stoned. They popped in Trey's copy of Inception that he'd gotten for Christmas. Neither of them had seen it, and watching it completely baked was probably not the best idea for either of them. They were both sitting on Trey's bed, legs crossed, and finally Trey laid back.

"Man, I can't with this movie right now." he said, laughing.

"No shit. I can't...what even..." Patrick said, also laughing. He laid back as well, so that the two were side by side on that narrow dorm bed. They were just talking, but both of them felt their cocks starting to throb. Before too long, it was getting noticeable.

"Are you getting a boner?" Trey asked, sarcastically.

"Yeah but so are you." Patrick pointed out.

"Yeah, but this is my bed. I'm allowed to get a boner in my bed."

Patrick just laughed along with Trey.

Finally, Trey said, "Maybe I'll just beat off."

"You should." Patrick said.

"You gonna join or just watch me like last time?" Trey laughed.

"I did NOT watch you." Patrick teased.

"Oh my ass you didn't. You stood right over there and gawked at me, got a boner even."

Patrick laughed. "Okay, okay, I watched you."

As both of them started to lightly touch their own cocks, the tone went immediately from teasing to sexual.

"Soooo I take it you liked what you saw?" Trey asked.

"Yeah."

"I like what I see too." Trey said.

"Yeah? What should we do about that?" Patrick asked. He flopped his head sideways to look at Trey.

Trey didn't respond. Not with words, anyway. He just put his hand on the side of Patrick's face and planted a kiss on his lips. It was gentle and sweet. They looked at each other for a moment, their faces mere inches apart. Suddenly, their lips locked again, and before long, their tongues were sliding in and out of each other's mouths, rubbing together.

Trey climbed on top of Patrick, pushing his cock against his. He continued kissing him, and they did that for quite some time. Just kissed and felt each other's bodies. As Trey humped against Patrick, their cocks rubbed together and their balls nudged each other. Trey kissed down Patrick's chest, stopping to suckle a nipple before moving further down. Before Patrick knew it, his cock was being swallowed whole by Trey's mouth. He looked down and gently put his hand on Trey's head.

Trey kissed around Patrick's cock, licked his balls and suckled on them. Licked the length of Patrick's cock from balls to tip, then swallowed it again. Patrick nearly convulsed. He whined as Trey moaned with his cock in his mouth. Trey was relentless, not giving up, not stopping. After several pleasurable minutes, Patrick finally whined, "I'm so close!" That just spurred Trey to suck harder, faster, until Patrick whined again and started to shoot down Trey's throat. He shook and just fucking...vibrated, shivering hard as he came. It was better than Adam's blowjobs, he decided.

The second he was done shooting, he rolled Trey over and kissed down his body too. Just like he'd done to him. He worked his way down until he was holding Trey's cock by the base. "It's SO big..." Patrick moaned.

"It's not THAT big." Trey chuckled. Patrick stuck his tongue out to lick Trey's head. He teased the underside of it with his tongue, before closing his lips around the head. Slowly, he slid his mouth down Trey's cock, taking as much as he could, but not as much as Trey had taken of his. Trey also lightly pushed on Patrick's head, as Patrick picked up speed. Soon, he was outright blowing Trey.

He of course paused long enough to suckle and kiss Trey's balls, then went right back to that cock. He could taste Trey's precum, and that made him hornier, made him want to do even better. Patrick humped against the bed even though he was mostly soft by then. It felt instinctual to him. He slurped and sucked on Trey's cock until Trey finally said, "You're gonna make me nut!" He barely got the words out before he started to spurt into Patrick's mouth. Patrick swallowed it down, suddenly thankful for Adam's training. Trey unloaded fully down an eager Patrick's throat, then Patrick collapsed up beside Trey. The two boys panted and chuckled, catching their breath.

"Fuck. We shoulda done this sooner." Trey moaned.

"Agreed." Patrick said.

 

[USAFfreeballer1968]

Are we going to get another chapter tonight? Hoping for at least one more with Ryan and Krieg - things are heating up!

 

[Brian S]

I can't believe I did what I just did! Well...I kinda can, actually. Actually...yeah, it makes total sense and I'm not surprised at all. Ha ha! I spied on someone new!

I didn't even mean to! I just felt like taking a little stroll around the block about midnight. I had on some shorts and a t-shirt, took my cigs with me. Seemed like a nice enough night for it, and it's not gonna be like that for long.

Now, the guy at the end of the block...how do I describe him? Well, I hate to say it, but he's kinda trashy. His house is kinda rundown and small, always got something in the yard: tires, a broken down washing machine, just junk. Hardly ever wears a shirt, and I don't know that he even works. We've seen each other several times over the years but never really had a conversation of any sort. He's got sandy hair and a blonder goatee. A couple of bad tats. His stomach is flat for the most part, but he doesn't have a six pack. In the winter, he sometimes puts on a few pounds, gets a little beer gut. He always works it off in the summer though, tooling around his yard and stuff. I'd say he's around my age.

Anyway, it took until tonight to realize that...that yeah, he's...kinda attractive. I know that sounds stupid considering all I just said about him. But he's got a look. Sorta rough around the edges. Maybe slightly dangerous? I'd bet he's been in jail more than once. Anyhow, as I strolled past his place, I realized I could see right into his damn bedroom! I saw he had a shade, but it was wide open. To be fair, to see much of anything, you had to be in his side yard. Which I was, now.

He was already naked and facing away from me when I got to the window. His ass was surprisingly nice. Tight, small, nice dimples. It didn't jiggle in the least, it looked tough and muscular; lean. When he turned around, I was in for a surprise! First of all, his sandy blondish pubes were completely untrimmed. I say that as if I'm an expert on trimming or something! But what I really noticed was the size of his cock. Which is to say, it was really small! Now, I sure don't care one way or the other, I was just surprised. I imagined him to have a big one. His balls, though, they were fucking huge. They hung low, really lopsided. Funny, they swung a bit when he walked, but his dick didn't!

Well I got treated to a jerk off show! His dick is definitely smaller than mine, and I'm five inches. So...four? Four and a half? It was wider at the base and tapered skinnier to the head. It also curved upward pretty dang hard. Now, he did a real no-frills jerk. Like I used to do. He spat in his hand and just tugged it fast as can be. Didn't touch himself anywhere else or nothing. Just got right to business. Yeah I had my dick out over my shorts. Tugging it.

He shot pretty fast; like I said he wasn't in it for a long experience. He was trying to get off and be done. Most of his cum ended up in his pubic hair. It didn't go far, but there sure was a lot of it. Thick and sticky too, it looked. He got right up to use his boxers to wipe up with. I didn't cum, but I stuck around long enough to watch his hard, curved cock sort of...waggle...as he wiped his pubes clean. And that was that. I put my hard dick away and walked back home.

 

[Alexe223]

Amazing. More! I need more!

 

[Brian S]

That Thursday, Brighton changed his clothes in front of Krieg again. Krieg happily took in the view, and noted that it seemed as though Brighton took his time a little more than usual.

Those thoughts and images stayed with Krieg all night as he tended bar, and when he finally got home and stripped down, he found his cock was already partially hard. He knew he was definitely going to jack off, pronto. The blinds in his living room were shut, but he wanted them to be shut. It's not that he didn't want Ryan to see him anymore, but Krieg had something different in mind for the night: he popped in the gay porn DVD he bought.

It cut almost directly to a sex scene with scant plot. Krieg didn't need Remains Of The Day, but there was hard cock within the first five seconds. He started slowly working his cock while watching the porn.

Jesus, that dude's sucking that dick like he's trying to rip it off. It ain't a bad dick, all things considered. Dude could use some pubes though; that bald look ain't really workin-oh shit, we're fucking now. I'm 30 seconds in and can tell this is the worst-edited porn I've ever seen. Didn't need to see that dude's asshole, necessarily. Fuck, it's that way in straight porn too. Like I need a closeup of some dude's ballsack slapping around. Zoom out, morons. I wanna see people fucking, not taint closeups. These guys have zero fucking chemistry. It's like they're not even in the same room and they're just CGI'd together. Ugh, fast forward. Where's the dude that looks like Ryan?

Krieg fastforwarded through a good deal of the porn. Sex scene after sex scene would abruptly start, and Krieg occasionally stopped to watch a second or two, but ultimately moved on. He stroked his cock slowly to keep it hard while he searched for the guy that looked like Ryan.

Aah, found him. Man, that looks like him. The face! More than the box cover. Damn, he's really sucking that dick. Wonder if that's what Ryan looks like when he's sucking dick? I mean...probably. The guy's...not a spitting image but if you told me he was Ryan's brother, I'd believe you. Come on, let's see his dick. Nope, gonna suck that other dick a while longer... Damn, there's his dick. It's pretty big, but Ryan's is nicer. At least to me it is. Ah, Ryan's look-alike is gonna get fucked. Huh. Ryan's ass is WAY hotter than that guy's. It's kind of flat, honestly. This is a weird porn. Who even are these guys? It looks like it was shot for $17 in someone's apartment. I mean, real porn serves it purpose, and amateur porn can be hot as fuck too, but this...this middle ground nonsense is odd. Oh...well, I guess I don't mind the closeups of the Ryan look-alike's face while he's getting pounded. Is that what he looks like? Maybe when he's using that big fuckin' dildo of his? I like the Ryan guy's face and body, but this porn is terrible. I mean, it was only $4.99, what did I expect? I don't think I can nut to this. Not even because it's gay, but just because it's such a shitty DVD.

Krieg shut it off and wandered out back for a smoke. He was hoping to see Ryan, and hoping Ryan would see his erection. However, Ryan wasn't out back. Krieg wandered over stealthily, and around to the far side of the house, buck naked. He could see Ryan in the living room, jacking off.

Perfect. The real thing's better than the look-alike porn version anyway. Krieg grabbed his cock and started stroking. He wondered what it would be like to fuck Ryan's mouth the way he fucked that stranger's mouth in the motel room.

I don't necessarily WANT to suck a cock, but...gun to my head, I'd pick Ryan. Easily. Maybe not even gun to my head, that sounds dramatic. Jesus, listen to me, deciding which cock I'd suck. It's true though. There's something about him. His personality and his body. I like his dick too. AND his plump ass. He doesn't give himself enough credit, I don't think. He's kind of a fuckin' snack and doesn't even know it. That's the difference between him and Brighton. Brighton knows it. Jesus does he know it. But if he wants to continue showing me his shit, then I'll continue looking at it! You know, for all Brighton's perfectness, I still think I'd choose Ryan. If I had to I mean. There's something just so humble and...aw shucks about him. I feel like I could rock his world if I wanted to.

As Krieg focused on Ryan's hard cock, he licked his lower lip and then bit it slightly. He had no idea the thoughts that were taking root in his mind. Ryan's speed increased, and he began feeling his own chest. Fuck yeah, touch yourself.

A few minutes later, Ryan was erupting on himself inside, and Krieg was shooting against Ryan's house outside. They came simultaneously; Krieg made sure of that. Now spent, Ryan stood up. Krieg could see his sticky erection, and once again he bit his lower lip. He shook his cock off a little outside, and then hurried home. He waited until Ryan eventually stepped out for a cigarette, and then joined him.

 

[Brian S]

Lord, Patrick changing his clothes in front of me every day is getting to me. He's so damn ballsy, hot, confident. Everything I wish I was, basically. Here it is Friday night, and I'm sitting at home in my birthday suit. He's probably out galavanting around, getting laid. Fuck, I do not want to do inventory on Sunday, but we have to. I mean...I'll get to spend the day with Patrick, but I just don't want to do the job. At least the boss is out of town and it'll be just us. The last time he helped us, he kept fucking it up. How hard is it to count? Patrick and I can pound it out in no time.

I think I missed Krieg's shows most of this week. Course, he's been picking up more hours at the bar. College boys don't have as much time anymore. Seems like just when we got back on track, we got right off the tracks again. I guess it can't be every night. As if I didn't dislike his dad already, I really do on account of them blinds he put up. Wonder how Krieg's buddy Lance is doing these days? Wish he was here, I'd jack it with him. Wish there was an app like grindr, but only for guys who want to be naked and jack off. Can't find anyone on that app. Everyone wants to fuck. I did get some dick pics from someone new! But he wanted me to fuck him.

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Camden slid his cock into Ben's ass. Normally he liked to bottom for daddies, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially since Ben was an ACTUAL daddy, married. And old enough to be his father. He wasn't very daddy-ish, according to Camden. Not like Ryan. But still, and actual dad? Fuck yeah. Camden plowed into the man, looking down at him, leaning to kiss him occasionally. He held the man's legs up as he rammed his cock home - a better top than he gave himself credit for. Ben whined and writhed, and Camden felt so fucking turned on that he was pleasing and fucking this older man.

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Like father, like son. Across town, Jackson was getting stuffed by Patrick, in the same way; with his legs up on Patrick's shoulders. He felt Patrick was...different? He still fucked hard and aggressively, but typically it was from behind. He spent longer on foreplay too.

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"Oh yeah, fuck me, boy!" Ben moaned to Camden.

"Uh! Uh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jackson whined to Patrick.

Camden increased his speed, feeling a bit of sweat form at his temples.

Sweaty as fuck, Patrick started to fuck with more intensity, pushing Jackson upward a bit.

Ben reached up to feel Camden's smooth, boyish body. "You're so young. Can...can I roleplay?"

"Of course." Camden said, grunting.

"Oh son, your cock feels so good inside me." Ben ventured, hoping it wasn't too much. To his relief, Camden ran with it. He had his own daddy thing after all.

"Yeah, dad? Does it? Does my hot cock feel good? Can't believe I'm fucking my dad." Camden said, taking it to a dirty, dirty level.

"Unh! Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me!" Jackson whined loudly as Patrick rammed him.

"I'm gonna cum!" Camden exclaimed.

"Cum on me." Ben urged.

"Fuck, I'm gonna nut!" Patrick growled.

"Shoot it on me!" Jackson instructed.

Camden pulled out and took his condom off to jack off.

Patrick pulled out and took his condom off to jack off.

Deep, shallow breaths punctuated Camden's moans as he got closer and closer.

Patrick growled again as he felt the cum welling up.

"Unh! Unh! Unhhhh!" Camden groaned, shooting his load on Ben's body and cock.

"Awww fuuuuuck!" Patrick moaned, loudly, as he began to coat Jackson's little twink body with his cum.

Camden reached down to jack Ben off.

Patrick swallowed Jackson's cock whole, right down to his fat balls.

Hardly a minute went by -

"Make me cum! Make me cum!" Ben said, beginning to erupt on himself and Camden's hand.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jackson yelped, shooting down Patrick's throat.

Ben and Jackson both laid there, in other men's beds, covered in other men's cum.

 

[Brian S]

Brighton, Parker, and five of their football buddies stripped down in the front yard. The house Brighton rented with his buddies was right near campus, so the seven boys, half drunk, decided to go streaking. Brighton had seen every single one of those guys naked before, in the locker room, but he found himself paying more attention this time. He also hoped he'd see one of them looking at his dick.

The seven boys drunkenly stripped off, leaving random piles of clothes on the front lawn. It didn't take them long to get naked, and each of them felt the brisk autumn air across their bodies. Once they were all nude, they took off, wearing not a stitch of clothing, not even shoes. Brighton felt two things: the surge of adrenaline coursing through him, and his cock flopping and bouncing every which way. He stole furtive glances at the other boys' dicks, to see them flopping and bouncing as well. He appreciated all of them, but Michael's cock was long and skinny so it flopped like crazy. Eric had a beautiful dick, Brighton decided, but also thought that it wasn't as beautiful as his own. Ian's was short and fat, and didn't swing as crazily as the others, but enough to make it titillating. Duc's was average-sized, it seemed, and he was uncut. Brighton could see part of Duc's head peeking out of his foreskin as it bounced around. Tyson lived up to the stereotype with his massive black cock. Brighton found himself impressed in a way he hadn't been before. Sure, he'd seen Tyson's cock before, but he hadn't seen it bouncing and swinging quite like that! He's gonna poke an eye out, Brighton thought.

The seven football players zipped across the street and onto campus property. Running across the grass, they each looked around to see if they had an audience. Campus seemed awfully quiet, save for the boys' drunken laughter. Brighton felt a twitch in his cock looking at Duc's surprisingly round ass ahead of him. At one point, they could all hear hoots and hollers; whistles of encouragement, from somewhere. It was two guys, walking along a sidewalk, probably leaving a dorm party.

Fuck I hope they see my dick! Brighton thought, even though he didn't fully know why. They rounded one of the dorms and saw more students; a mixed gender crowd. Most of them laughed and also encouraged the boys. Brighton found himself just so turned on by all these fellow students seeing his dick. He knew he wasn't fully soft, but none of the boys truly were. With more whoops and claps from students, the seven boys ran along that dorm, and to a sidewalk. 14 bare feet pattered on the concrete as they giggled and laughed. They weren't in it for a big, long streak, so they started heading back to the house.

The real interest happened when they got back, and were all pacing around the front yard nude, catching their breath: Duc had a boner! Brighton realized he was gawking at it, yet couldn't take his eyes off it The whole ordeal aroused him enough that shortly, he had a boner of his own.

"Fuck, get a room you two!" Ian said, laughing that they both had hardons. Duc and Brighton both blushed, but looked at one another somewhat knowingly before they each pulled on their underwear. The other boys were doing the same, giving Brighton and Duc a hard time about their erections. Brighton zoned it all out though. He barely was starting to understand why he might get an erection, yet was intrigued by Duc's.

The boys continued drinking, chatting and laughing about what they had done. A couple hours passed, and most of the boys left, while Parker went to his room to crash. Brighton stripped down to his underwear to lay on the couch for some TV. He kept thinking about the streak, the bouncing cocks, and Duc's hardon. The thoughts got the better of him and he began massaging his bulge. Soon enough, Brighton's hand found its way inside the Saxx trunks, and shortly after that, Brighton took them off entirely. Now totally nude, Brighton began to stroke his cock on the couch.

His thoughts were entirely of the events from earlier; all the cocks...swinging...flopping...Duc's boner...seeing Parker nude briefly before he crashed. Brighton spat in his hand, losing himself in the pleasure and the thoughts. He was trying to live by Patrick's words...to just do whatever he liked and figure it out along the way. It ain't gonna kill me to think about guys while I jerk it, right?

Brighton continued to lose himself in the fantasies and the memories of earlier. He felt his own balls, his own washboard abs, his own chest. He pumped his cock furiously yet silently, stifling his moans. Soon, he felt the orgasm welling up inside him, and it wouldn't be long before he shot. He spat in his hand again and continued to jack.

As he started to cum on himself, Parker came into view! He was drunk, shuffling to the kitchen for a glass of water. Parker was not only still naked, but sporting a strong erection! He inadvertently gave Brighton some spank material as he shot on himself.

"Fuck, man!" Parker said, jumping back and laughing. "I had no idea you were right there!"

After the initial startle, Brighton kept pumping the cum from his cock, right in front of Parker.

"Fuck, dude. You got a room, you know." Parker said, still chuckling.

"Well...I got horny...here." Brighton responded, squeezing the last of the cum from his dick.

"Aw man, I've seen too much." Parker laughed.

"You're one to talk, dude. Waltzing around with a boner."

Parker looked down and laughed, drunkenly, before he started to pivot his hips to make his boner wag. "Yeah I guess you're right! But I didn't expect to see you out here!" Parker said, laughing some more. "Beating off, I might add." Parker said through chuckles. Brighton never felt hornier than he did right at that moment.

 

[Brian S]

"Okay, let's get this over with." Patrick said to me as he arrived this morning for inventory. Neither of us were dressed in our uniforms, but Patrick's clothes left little to the imagination. He wore a white tanktop-style undershirt, and grey cotton shorts. I don't think he had underwear on. Well, scratch that, it was obvious he didn't have underwear on! He walked in with a Monster Energy Drink, and we locked ourselves in to start the inventory. Naturally, neither of us exactly wanted to be there on a Sunday. We wanted to be fast, but we also had to be thorough!

I ran the clipboard while he counted. I couldn't help but notice him when he bent over. His ass stuck in my direction, his undershirt riding up a little. The whole time, his chest and chest hair were partially visible. His cock jiggled in his shorts. He occasionally would reach up his undershirt to scratch his stomach. If I didn't want to jack off with him before, I sure as hell did after all that! I could have sworn he was teasing me on purpose!

It took us a few hours - a little longer due to our smoke breaks - but finally we were done. Patrick reached into the mini fridge and grabbed us each a beer for a job well done. He let out a big sigh after his first swig, and said "Well we kicked inventory's ass!"

"We sure did!" I said, and we clinked our beer bottles together.

"Well, if you don't mind me saying so, the only way this beer could taste better is if I was enjoying it nekkid." Patrick said, laughing. He sounded like he was joking, but considering how often he's changed his clothes in front of me, I didn't rightfully figure he was. I figured I'd play it cool.

I shrugged. "So get nekkid then."

He shot me a surprised look. "Really? You wouldn't mind?"

"Why would I mind? Been seeing you nekkid pretty much every day for two weeks or so now."

"True." Patrick laughed. "Well all right, then." He pulled off his shirt, and as he started to slide his shorts down, he said "Gotta admit, it's real fucking fun to be naked in the shop." Off came the shorts, and with that, Patrick was naked. I took in the view of his body, and I think he knew it.

"Well, what the hell." I said, sliding my shorts down. I got my shirt off, was just in my whities for a second, then pulled them off too.

"Well, well." Patrick said.

"Damn, this IS fun!" I said. It was the truth. The location was sexy because it wasn't sexy - an auto shop - dirty, greasy, concrete and metal. Plus with it being where we work...

Well, I got a boner pretty much right away! I was standing in front of Patrick, only about four feet between us. He smiled at my hard dick. "I don't know how to take that." he said to me.

"Look, I kinda over-reacted that night. I shouldn't have flown off the handle like that."

"I guess I don't really understand you, or what you want." Patrick said, non-chalantly.

"I don't really either." I told him.

"I see." Patrick said. "You do seem to like looking at my dick."

"I do." I admitted.

"And...any thoughts on that?"

I decided to grab the bull by the horns, as it were. "I'd love to see you jack off." I blurted out so quickly before I could take it back.

"Yeah?" Patrick asked me, starting to rub his own chest lightly, right away.

"Yeah." I said, trying to sound confident. I was confident that I wanted to see it, but just nervous to talk about it.

Patrick slid his hand down his hairy stomach towards his cock, which was already starting to throb. "Am I...jacking off alone here?" he asked.

"N-no." I stuttered, and felt my hard dick.

"Niiiice. You wanna tug off together?" he asked. All I could do was nod. We didn't move from where we were standing, we just faced each other and started to grope ourselves. Right there in the shop, the smell of oil and grease in the air. The feeling of the concrete floor on my feet was kinda nice, it reminded me where I was. I felt a surge of naughtiness rush through me - not only was I FINALLY about to jack off with Patrick, we were doing it at work!!! I can't deny that I was seriously turned on!

I watched him work his fat cock hard, almost daring me to watch. Actually, it was like he was daring me NOT to watch.

"You have a great cock." I blurted out.

"You sure have come a ways since we last were naked together." he told me.

I nodded. "Well, I...I found out that I kinda like jacking with guys."

"Kinda?"

"Okay, I REALLY like it." I giggled.

"I can tell. You're working your hot cock awfully hard." he said, nodding at my dick while staring at it. It was true, I was really going to town on myself. I needed to slow down if I was going to last any amount of time.

"Wait, did...did you say I have a hot cock?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just surprised is all. It's...you know...kinda small."

"First of all, it's not that small. Second, size don't matter, man. Not to me, anyway."

"It...it doesn't?" I asked.

"Nah. I'm just happy to be jacking with ya." He told me.

"You are?"

"Yeah, of course. It's YOU I'm interested in. Dick size be damned. And again, you don't give yourself enough credit, man. Your dick is fine. It's hot. You're hot." he said to me.

"Are you...serious?"

"Yeah I am, man. Lest you forget, I sucked your dick a little bit once. That's gotta count for something, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah...yeah I guess it does." It felt good to hear someone say that, especially Patrick. I used to think "even if it is Patrick", but now I appreciate the thoughts from a guy too. It's nice coming from anyone, you know? And I think Patrick could get about any guy he wanted, so I guess it means that much more?

Anyway, we kept jacking off, facing each other. I watched him and he watched me. We both talked a little about how hot this was, plus how hot it was to be doing it in the shop! Finally, we both got close.

"I'm close, Ryan, you?" he asked me.

"Very close." I said.

We stared at each other as we jerked, getting closer and closer. Remarkably, we both lost our loads at the same time! We didn't figure out the distance right...or maybe Patrick did, I don't know. But we pretty well shot on each other! Not all of it, but we both hit each other, kinda in the dicks. Ha ha! I didn't mind, and Patrick sure didn't mind either. Pretty soon we were standing there, both of us nude and holding our sticky dicks. We started chuckling right away, and used some shop towels to clean up a little. That was fun! I'm really glad it happened! Finally! I'm glad I got to open up to Patrick a little and let him know what I'm into. It felt weird to say to him in person like that, but good. I'm a happy camper tonight!

 

[Dean1931]

"Okay, let's get this over with." Patrick said to me as he arrived this morning for inventory. Neither of us were dressed in our uniforms, but Patrick's clothes left little to the imagination. He wore a white tanktop-style undershirt, and grey cotton shorts. I don't think he had underwear on. Well, scratch that, it was obvious he didn't have underwear on! He walked in with a Monster Energy Drink, and we locked ourselves in to start the inventory. Naturally, neither of us exactly wanted to be there on a Sunday. We wanted to be fast, but we also had to be thorough!

I ran the clipboard while he counted. I couldn't help but notice him when he bent over. His ass stuck in my direction, his undershirt riding up a little. The whole time, his chest and chest hair were partially visible. His cock jiggled in his shorts. He occasionally would reach up his undershirt to scratch his stomach. If I didn't want to jack off with him before, I sure as hell did after all that! I could have sworn he was teasing me on purpose!

It took us a few hours - a little longer due to our smoke breaks - but finally we were done. Patrick reached into the mini fridge and grabbed us each a beer for a job well done. He let out a big sigh after his first swig, and said "Well we kicked inventory's ass!"

"We sure did!" I said, and we clinked our beer bottles together.

"Well, if you don't mind me saying so, the only way this beer could taste better is if I was enjoying it nekkid." Patrick said, laughing. He sounded like he was joking, but considering how often he's changed his clothes in front of me, I didn't rightfully figure he was. I figured I'd play it cool.

I shrugged. "So get nekkid then."

He shot me a surprised look. "Really? You wouldn't mind?"

"Why would I mind? Been seeing you nekkid pretty much every day for two weeks or so now."

"True." Patrick laughed. "Well all right, then." He pulled off his shirt, and as he started to slide his shorts down, he said "Gotta admit, it's real fucking fun to be naked in the shop." Off came the shorts, and with that, Patrick was naked. I took in the view of his body, and I think he knew it.

"Well, what the hell." I said, sliding my shorts down. I got my shirt off, was just in my whities for a second, then pulled them off too.

"Well, well." Patrick said.

"Damn, this IS fun!" I said. It was the truth. The location was sexy because it wasn't sexy - an auto shop - dirty, greasy, concrete and metal. Plus with it being where we work...

Well, I got a boner pretty much right away! I was standing in front of Patrick, only about four feet between us. He smiled at my hard dick. "I don't know how to take that." he said to me.

"Look, I kinda over-reacted that night. I shouldn't have flown off the handle like that."

"I guess I don't really understand you, or what you want." Patrick said, non-chalantly.

"I don't really either." I told him.

"I see." Patrick said. "You do seem to like looking at my dick."

"I do." I admitted.

"And...any thoughts on that?"

I decided to grab the bull by the horns, as it were. "I'd love to see you jack off." I blurted out so quickly before I could take it back.

"Yeah?" Patrick asked me, starting to rub his own chest lightly, right away.

"Yeah." I said, trying to sound confident. I was confident that I wanted to see it, but just nervous to talk about it.

Patrick slid his hand down his hairy stomach towards his cock, which was already starting to throb. "Am I...jacking off alone here?" he asked.

"N-no." I stuttered, and felt my hard dick.

"Niiiice. You wanna tug off together?" he asked. All I could do was nod. We didn't move from where we were standing, we just faced each other and started to grope ourselves. Right there in the shop, the smell of oil and grease in the air. The feeling of the concrete floor on my feet was kinda nice, it reminded me where I was. I felt a surge of naughtiness rush through me - not only was I FINALLY about to jack off with Patrick, we were doing it at work!!! I can't deny that I was seriously turned on!

I watched him work his fat cock hard, almost daring me to watch. Actually, it was like he was daring me NOT to watch.

"You have a great cock." I blurted out.

"You sure have come a ways since we last were naked together." he told me.

I nodded. "Well, I...I found out that I kinda like jacking with guys."

"Kinda?"

"Okay, I REALLY like it." I giggled.

"I can tell. You're working your hot cock awfully hard." he said, nodding at my dick while staring at it. It was true, I was really going to town on myself. I needed to slow down if I was going to last any amount of time.

"Wait, did...did you say I have a hot cock?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just surprised is all. It's...you know...kinda small."

"First of all, it's not that small. Second, size don't matter, man. Not to me, anyway."

"It...it doesn't?" I asked.

"Nah. I'm just happy to be jacking with ya." He told me.

"You are?"

"Yeah, of course. It's YOU I'm interested in. Dick size be damned. And again, you don't give yourself enough credit, man. Your dick is fine. It's hot. You're hot." he said to me.

"Are you...serious?"

"Yeah I am, man. Lest you forget, I sucked your dick a little bit once. That's gotta count for something, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah...yeah I guess it does." It felt good to hear someone say that, especially Patrick. I used to think "even if it is Patrick", but now I appreciate the thoughts from a guy too. It's nice coming from anyone, you know? And I think Patrick could get about any guy he wanted, so I guess it means that much more?

Anyway, we kept jacking off, facing each other. I watched him and he watched me. We both talked a little about how hot this was, plus how hot it was to be doing it in the shop! Finally, we both got close.

"I'm close, Ryan, you?" he asked me.

"Very close." I said.

We stared at each other as we jerked, getting closer and closer. Remarkably, we both lost our loads at the same time! We didn't figure out the distance right...or maybe Patrick did, I don't know. But we pretty well shot on each other! Not all of it, but we both hit each other, kinda in the dicks. Ha ha! I didn't mind, and Patrick sure didn't mind either. Pretty soon we were standing there, both of us nude and holding our sticky dicks. We started chuckling right away, and used some shop towels to clean up a little. That was fun! I'm really glad it happened! Finally! I'm glad I got to open up to Patrick a little and let him know what I'm into. It felt weird to say to him in person like that, but good. I'm a happy camper tonight!

You've got me hooked, buddy!

 

[Paul54]

Gee, I love this story. Makes my day that much better.

 

[william1]

"Okay, let's get this over with." Patrick said to me as he arrived this morning for inventory. Neither of us were dressed in our uniforms, but Patrick's clothes left little to the imagination. He wore a white tanktop-style undershirt, and grey cotton shorts. I don't think he had underwear on. Well, scratch that, it was obvious he didn't have underwear on! He walked in with a Monster Energy Drink, and we locked ourselves in to start the inventory. Naturally, neither of us exactly wanted to be there on a Sunday. We wanted to be fast, but we also had to be thorough!

I ran the clipboard while he counted. I couldn't help but notice him when he bent over. His ass stuck in my direction, his undershirt riding up a little. The whole time, his chest and chest hair were partially visible. His cock jiggled in his shorts. He occasionally would reach up his undershirt to scratch his stomach. If I didn't want to jack off with him before, I sure as hell did after all that! I could have sworn he was teasing me on purpose!

It took us a few hours - a little longer due to our smoke breaks - but finally we were done. Patrick reached into the mini fridge and grabbed us each a beer for a job well done. He let out a big sigh after his first swig, and said "Well we kicked inventory's ass!"

"We sure did!" I said, and we clinked our beer bottles together.

"Well, if you don't mind me saying so, the only way this beer could taste better is if I was enjoying it nekkid." Patrick said, laughing. He sounded like he was joking, but considering how often he's changed his clothes in front of me, I didn't rightfully figure he was. I figured I'd play it cool.

I shrugged. "So get nekkid then."

He shot me a surprised look. "Really? You wouldn't mind?"

"Why would I mind? Been seeing you nekkid pretty much every day for two weeks or so now."

"True." Patrick laughed. "Well all right, then." He pulled off his shirt, and as he started to slide his shorts down, he said "Gotta admit, it's real fucking fun to be naked in the shop." Off came the shorts, and with that, Patrick was naked. I took in the view of his body, and I think he knew it.

"Well, what the hell." I said, sliding my shorts down. I got my shirt off, was just in my whities for a second, then pulled them off too.

"Well, well." Patrick said.

"Damn, this IS fun!" I said. It was the truth. The location was sexy because it wasn't sexy - an auto shop - dirty, greasy, concrete and metal. Plus with it being where we work...

Well, I got a boner pretty much right away! I was standing in front of Patrick, only about four feet between us. He smiled at my hard dick. "I don't know how to take that." he said to me.

"Look, I kinda over-reacted that night. I shouldn't have flown off the handle like that."

"I guess I don't really understand you, or what you want." Patrick said, non-chalantly.

"I don't really either." I told him.

"I see." Patrick said. "You do seem to like looking at my dick."

"I do." I admitted.

"And...any thoughts on that?"

I decided to grab the bull by the horns, as it were. "I'd love to see you jack off." I blurted out so quickly before I could take it back.

"Yeah?" Patrick asked me, starting to rub his own chest lightly, right away.

"Yeah." I said, trying to sound confident. I was confident that I wanted to see it, but just nervous to talk about it.

Patrick slid his hand down his hairy stomach towards his cock, which was already starting to throb. "Am I...jacking off alone here?" he asked.

"N-no." I stuttered, and felt my hard dick.

"Niiiice. You wanna tug off together?" he asked. All I could do was nod. We didn't move from where we were standing, we just faced each other and started to grope ourselves. Right there in the shop, the smell of oil and grease in the air. The feeling of the concrete floor on my feet was kinda nice, it reminded me where I was. I felt a surge of naughtiness rush through me - not only was I FINALLY about to jack off with Patrick, we were doing it at work!!! I can't deny that I was seriously turned on!

I watched him work his fat cock hard, almost daring me to watch. Actually, it was like he was daring me NOT to watch.

"You have a great cock." I blurted out.

"You sure have come a ways since we last were naked together." he told me.

I nodded. "Well, I...I found out that I kinda like jacking with guys."

"Kinda?"

"Okay, I REALLY like it." I giggled.

"I can tell. You're working your hot cock awfully hard." he said, nodding at my dick while staring at it. It was true, I was really going to town on myself. I needed to slow down if I was going to last any amount of time.

"Wait, did...did you say I have a hot cock?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just surprised is all. It's...you know...kinda small."

"First of all, it's not that small. Second, size don't matter, man. Not to me, anyway."

"It...it doesn't?" I asked.

"Nah. I'm just happy to be jacking with ya." He told me.

"You are?"

"Yeah, of course. It's YOU I'm interested in. Dick size be damned. And again, you don't give yourself enough credit, man. Your dick is fine. It's hot. You're hot." he said to me.

"Are you...serious?"

"Yeah I am, man. Lest you forget, I sucked your dick a little bit once. That's gotta count for something, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah...yeah I guess it does." It felt good to hear someone say that, especially Patrick. I used to think "even if it is Patrick", but now I appreciate the thoughts from a guy too. It's nice coming from anyone, you know? And I think Patrick could get about any guy he wanted, so I guess it means that much more?

Anyway, we kept jacking off, facing each other. I watched him and he watched me. We both talked a little about how hot this was, plus how hot it was to be doing it in the shop! Finally, we both got close.

"I'm close, Ryan, you?" he asked me.

"Very close." I said.

We stared at each other as we jerked, getting closer and closer. Remarkably, we both lost our loads at the same time! We didn't figure out the distance right...or maybe Patrick did, I don't know. But we pretty well shot on each other! Not all of it, but we both hit each other, kinda in the dicks. Ha ha! I didn't mind, and Patrick sure didn't mind either. Pretty soon we were standing there, both of us nude and holding our sticky dicks. We started chuckling right away, and used some shop towels to clean up a little. That was fun! I'm really glad it happened! Finally! I'm glad I got to open up to Patrick a little and let him know what I'm into. It felt weird to say to him in person like that, but good. I'm a happy camper tonight!

wow those two chapters were well worth waiting a few days for xx

 

[852838]

You know I think this story is great and I've enjoyed reading it. Just my two cents but I would like to see fewer peripheral characters and get back to the core guys, Ryan, Kreig, Patrick and Lance. What Ryan and kreig experienced with their increasing exhibitionist tendencies and growing curiosity about each other seems very natural and I've heard of other dudes who figured themselves out in much the same way.

Still it's a super hot story and has provided me with plenty of entertainment. Will keep reading. Thanks for your contributions and work!!