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Bum Chums Have Fun In The SunMartin’s palms felt sweaty as he got off the bus and started the long descent down to the beach, and his heart pounded away inhis ribcage. It was like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar; just being in the proximity of "the beach" made him feel likehe was committing some grave sin, but his lust and desire and excitement drove him on.He had been travelling all day: first he took a bus from the sheep station he lived on down to the railway station and from there hada long journey into the city. Then he had to catch another bus outto where he believed "the beach" to be. And all to lose his cherry.At twenty five he was still a virgin and desperate to do somethingto change that situation.He had heard that there was this beach where men went to swim in thenude and to eye each other up. That first time, when he read thosewords, he was so fucking horny he had sat in the outhouse for over an hour and wanked himself silly until his balls ached and his fleshy, uncut cock was rubbed raw. He couldn’t believe that there was such a place:what were those city folk like! But then he had started researchingit on the internet, on his boss’ computer when he wasn’t looking, and there it was with a map and directions and everything. There was even a picture of a guy getting bum fucked rightthere on ...

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My cousin lived in farm country and had a close group of buddies. They were teasing one summer afternoon about how far each had gotten with a girl. That soon had them openly teasing each other about the size of their equipment and making extensive claims about the size of their own dicks. Of course they had all seen each other naked, but they all boasted that their erect cocks were much larger than when hanging limp. As the boasts continued my cousin saw an opportunity and decided to challenge them. He said he figured he could identify each one of them blindfolded just by touching them from the waist down, and that he was willing to make a bet - that if he lost, and couldn'tcorrectly identify all six of them that way, he would give each one of them a blow job. But if he won, they would each have to suck him off! Well, that's a challenge bound to get any hormone-riddled teenager excited. They took off together for a spot they knew nearby. They each had taken off their shirts already during the hot afternoon, and they gathered around in a circle with my cousin in the middle and he got down on his knees. They carefully tied a blindfold around him and each tested that he couldn't see out of it. He then told them to strip completely and gather around him, all facing him.They carefully stripped and sneaked quietly to different positions around him and ...

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Pete and I had just finished playing a couple of sets of tennis at the club and had sat down at a big table, courtside, for a beer before showering and leaving. Suddenly, five Latin hunks - all bulging muscles and steamy looks - descended on the court. We'd been told that members of a visiting Brazilian soccer team had signed up for the court after us, and I reasoned that these must be that lot. I could clearly see that they were all beautiful, with tanned bodies and broad pearly white teeth, as two of the hunks took to the court while the other three, after asking politely for permission in charming broken English, took the empty seats at the table Pete and I were sitting at. The three at the table introduced themselves as Filipe, Thieago, and Rafael. They told us the two on the court were the team offensive stars, Gustavo and Raimondo.I quickly assessed all five and found all five to my liking - no, to my loving. I could already feel my cock stir. Gustavo was the only blond among the lot, and I wondered if he had some German blood in him. Whatever the case, he was just as heavily muscled and hunky as the rest of the lot.Pete got a little peeved when he said he thought it was time for the two of us to hit the showers and I said I wanted to stay around and watch the Brazilians hit the ball ...

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Jack had been driving for 4 hours straight on his way home from college. He was getting really sick of driving and needed a rest so he stopped at a rest stop. He had always heard about rest stops being a bit shady at night but he really needed a break. When he got there he noticed several cars in the parking lot but he didn’t see any people. It was late so he thought it was strange that there were many cars there. Then jack walked into the lobby of the rest stop where there were a few benches and the bathrooms. He noticed a man standing at the entrance to the men’s room as he approached. The man looked to be in his 40’s and in good shape. Jack started to walk in when the man said, “Are you the new guy?” Jack wasn’t sure what he meant so he just said, “Yeah, I’m the new guy.” He was nervous but he was also curious what was going on inside the men’s room. “ They’re expecting you,” the man said. Jack walked in and was shocked at what he saw. In the back of the men’s room there was a large shower like in a locker room. About 8 men were gathered around naked watching something but he couldn’t see what. The men were different ages, probably 20’s - 40’s then one of the men saw him. “ Hey, it’s the new guy, come over here ” he motioned ...

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I had joined one of those class reunion websites and I found out that there was a 10-year reunion being planned for my graduating class. I sent an email to the person who was organizing the reunion, saying that I would like to attend. The response was almost immediate and the bookings for the motel next to where the reunion was being held were all but filled. However, they did have one vacancy left in a room with three other guys from my class. I immediately took it. I only lived about a hundred miles from where the reunion was to take place. So, the day of the reunion, I headed down to the town and was at the reunion site at 6:00 PM. I checked in at the table and was assigned my room next door at the motel. I got my luggage out of the car and headed for the room. I knocked on the room door and there was no answer. So, I opened it and found there was one piece of luggage already there, but no one in sight. There was a list of names on the desk that said who would be in that room. I picked it up and saw Ronald Marsh, Robert Henson, Herbert Armstrong and me, Jason Richards. I recognized the other three guys names and recalled what each had looked like 10 years earlier. Ron Marsh was one of the school’s top football players and was built like a Mac truck. Bob ...

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At The Construction SiteBy Robbie,The Gay NarratorI work for a firm of Chandlers. Yes, I know that originally meant candle makers, but I am using the modern meaning, that being anything to do with ships, yachts, boats and the like.We had supplied eight large mooring fenders (each one 75cm thick by 100cm wide by 100cm deep to a new office block, which was being built on the north bank of the River Thames just outside London. It was a prestige building and it was their intention to ferry their VIP visitors by river from the centre of London to their offices. We were given a deadline for delivery, which we had bettered and delivered two weeks early. Unfortunately due to a spell of bad weather completion of construction had been delayed and when it came to finalising the moorings the new fenders had gone missing on site. My company had received payment for them and they asked me to make a site visit to see if I could locate them before we set about making replacements.I was extremely impressed as I pulled up outside the building at 11am on Friday morning. It really was magnificent and I could see that no money had been spared in fitting it out.The new owners were due to take possession in a few days time and there were only a few construction workers still on site. I went to the prefab marked “Site Office” and the Site Manager ...

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I recently bought a big old house in the middle of nowhere in rural Virginia. I had been transferred to the area a year ago by my company, a textile manufacturer, and was offered a hefty salary and bonus to remain there in management at a small plant, which was out in real rural country. The “backwoods” folk took some getting used to, they are friendly enough, but I haven’t had much of a social life. It’s okay, the money is really good. I’m a 32-year-old gay guy who is from the suburbs of a big city. I haven’t had a steady relationship in a long time, there are literally no other like minded men out here but I kind of like the peace and quiet. I exercise by jogging in the country and I am pretty fit, except I think my ass is still a bit big. It has some jiggle to it since I spend a lot of time sitting in front of a computer, snacking too much and making out reports for our corporate office. Anyway, after I bought the house, I knew I wanted to do some fixing up on the inside and it also needed some structural repairs to the roof, rafters and rear foundation. I am not a “manly” fix-it guy, I usually stay in the office ...

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“Nice shot,” Heath remarked before planting a firm slap across the breadth of my left ass cheek. Hmm, team sports aren’t so bad after all, I thought to myself while I turned to hustle back down the court. As the soles of my white Adidas jogging sneakers slipped and squeaked against the freshly waxed gym floor, I couldn’t help but have my concentration on the ball-carrier broken by eyeing the strong, round, sinewy shoulders and sweaty, muscular thighs of the other men on my team. On my team I laughed quietly to myself for thinking. If only these guys truly were ‘on my team’. What an infinitely more interesting game that would be! But just as my mind was about to wander, Jeff hit me with a pass and I was forced to handle the ball. Forced to handle the ball. Dear god, the sports innuendos are just unavoidable, aren’t they? I didn’t mind playing this game with the half-interested sort of focus that I now demonstrated. I had only joined the local YMCA men’s league because Heath, a coworker, said they really needed someone to fill out their team. The last thing I ever wanted to spend my precious evenings doing was dribbling a ball down some lacquered court, but I figured I could use the exercise since my activity level had dropped somewhat since college. That, and I just couldn’t say no to Heath. One look into those dreamy deep-brown eyes of his, or the way he tussles those ...

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I’ve known John for over 10 years and still remember the first day he started working at our company in the mailroom as he attended college in the evenings. From there John continued to work at the company and turned into one of our best salesmen. During this time I mentored John and was so pleased with his performance, winning award after award. So it came no surprise to me that when he was getting married I was invited to his wedding. What surprised me was getting an invitation to his bachelor party. At first I thought, no way, was I going but then after talking to John he assured me that it wasn’t going to be your typical racy bachelor party. He didn’t want that at all but just a good dinner at a fine restaurant with some friends and family and that’s exactly what it was. There were about 25 guys there that night and I was seated with a few of John’s friends. They were all younger than me but we hit it off and had a great time. The evening had gone by so fast that I didn’t really have much time to talk to John or his father. After dessert I had gone into the men’s room and as I was washing my hands one of his friends that was sitting at the same table as me, his name was Chris, said that he was having a few of John’s friends over to his house after ...

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Well, here it is. A nice lazy Sunday morning and I'm sitting here at my computer. However, this is a bit different from previous times since I'm sitting on a heavy cushion with an ice pack firmly between the cheeks of my ass. And, this is what happened.Some of you may have read the story of my first time. Since that first time, my lover, Rick, and I have had a weekly session; sessions that I have enjoyed tremendously. I thought that last night would be no different but that was not to be the case.I arrived at his house at my normal time and as is our habit, we sat down in his living room to share a bottle of wine. After my second or third glass, I was definitely getting "into the mood" when Rick's doorbell rang. I was a bit annoyed at this since I was getting eager to go to the bedroom with Rick but I realized that there was little I could do. Rick answered the door and a guy about ten years younger than Rick stepped in and shook hands with him. Again, I felt a bit annoyed at the interruption and hoped to myself that the visitor would not be there long. Little did I suspect that this was an invited visitor and little did I realize what was about to happen.Rick introduced me to his friend, Steve, and we shook hands and sat back on couch. Rick promptly disappeared and came back with ...

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