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Asssuming that I was gay has always bothered me to some point. Even before I was in my teens I knew this guy that was so flamboyant that he wore girl's pants with the zipper up the side and went by the name "Pepper."I hated the thought that anyone would ever associate me with something like that. Then later, just as I was entering puberty I was raped by my fat queer cousin, which should have by all rights made me straight right then and there for life. Somehow I always believed that there would eventually be someone that looked straight, acted masculine and was of decent proportions that would find me, or I would find him. Being rather well hung and at the same time rather shy, I was always aware of guys and girls grabbing a look at my pants when they thought I wasn't looking. It sort of made me into a closet exhibitionist. I knew what they were looking for and I got to the point that for the guys especially, under certain circumstances, I'd try to give them their money's worth, so to speak. I didn't care if they were straight or gay, if they looked, I'd be sure there was something to look at. It wasn't really hard because being pretty well endowed, my cock was never completely undetectable even in the largest of slacks or shorts. Near my house there is a river park with some pretty rugged areas that I like to hike ...

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I can remember my first experience with masturbating in public very clearly, as if it were just yesterday that it happened. I had never done it before, and I hadn’t done it since, though no one knows what the future will hold. When I was in my early twenties, I attended a small college that obsessed over football. I was never much of a football fan, but since I never had anything else to do on Saturday nights during the fall semester, I would go out to the games just to get some fresh air. I would actually get really excited at the games to keep warm. Since the college was in the North, autumn was a bitter cold season. Jumping up and down and cheering was a great way to get the blood flowing. I should also confess that I thought many of the football players were really hot, and that alone brought up my body temperature by at least a few degrees. I especially liked the tight pants they had to wear that showed a huge bulge between their legs. All of the flesh hitting flesh and ass slapping was enough to give me an erection at every game. I would go back to my dorm room after every game and stroke myself, pretending to be one of the football players that had to be punished by the rest of the team for throwing a bad pass or something. ...

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Chris and his wife Joann asked me to check their condo while they were away on a cruise. I’ve known Chris forever so I didn’t mind even though it was in the next town. I did wonder why they just didn’t ask their son, Bret, but then I remembered he had just gotten married and was going to school for his Master’s a few nights a week. I went over on Monday and everything was good. On Wednesday I decided to check again but this time I got the surprise of my life. I got to the Condo around 7:00 pm. It was a three level condo and you entered from the bottom level, which had the garage and family room. The second level was the kitchen, dinning room, living room and bath. The third level housed the 3 bedrooms. When I got there I checked the garage and made sure the slider in the family was still secured, then I went up to the 2nd level. Everything looked untouched but then I noticed there was a set of keys on the kitchen table. ‘Hmm” I thought, that’s strange. There was just a small light on but then I heard a noise coming from upstairs. At first I got nervous thinking someone had broken in and was robbing the place but then I quickly realized that nothing was disturbed. After taking a deep breath, I started to slowly walk up the stairs, when I got to the top landing I noticed ...

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Ah, football season. I loved the atmosphere, all the school spirit and games. I was an avid football fan and went to all the home games to cheer on the team. We were undefeated so far, so I was excited to be at the next home game against Ridge Park High, one of the toughest teams in the state. To be perfectly honest, football games turned me on a little bit…something to do with all the big, buff guys tackling each other while wearing tight bulge-exposing uniforms. But that wasn’t the only reason me and my friend Matt went to the games – we were like school spirit kings (or queens maybe). This particular Friday night game was very exciting, the scoring bouncing between teams. The crowd was going wild. By the 4th quarter we were able to get in the lead and maintain it through the end of the game. We cheered and jumped up and down, but I stopped jumping when I got a hard-on seeing the football players jumping up and down against each other too. We left the stands in very good spirits and were discussing where we should go out with some friends. As Matt and I walked towards the parking lot, the football team passed and we paused a moment to admire how nicely their round buttocks moved back and forth against their tight pants. Control yourself, I thought. Save it for later. As ...

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“Parkinson wants to see you, Mark,” said Mary at reception as I arrived for work on a bright morning in late November. “God,” I thought, “Obviously some disaster has happened and will set the tone in the office for the entire week.” I went up to Graham Parkinson’s office on the top floor (well sixth floor is the top floor in our office) and knocked on the Managing Director’s door. His secretary ushered me in and I faced him at his large desk covered with fabric samples, papers and files. He threw a shirt across to me and said, “You think that looks like part of our Spring men’s collection then?” It was really a rhetorical question as the cheap looking shirt, while being a similar design to the main part of our Spring collection, was a very inferior fabric. “Is someone trying to copy us,” I asked? “No,” he said, ”That is a sample from the first batch from our Thai suppliers. Either they have got the specifications completely wrong or they are trying to screw us and I’m not sure which. The new ranges launch in twelve weeks, they are featured in our catalogues and in our window display material and these stupid cunts have fucked up the order.” My job was marketing, and I was Assistant Marketing Manager for this very large men’s retail organisation in the U.K. We purchased product from all over the Third world for a pittance, hiked the price by 3,000% sold what we ...

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell… My older son, Brian, is a Master Sergeant in the US Army. When he returned home from a recent deployment to Afghanistan (after two tours in Iraq), I went to visit him, his wife Madelaine, and my four grandchildren.I married in my early 20’s and had two sons before the marriage ended in divorce, after only four years. I knew by then that I was bi-sexual at least, and over the years have gone increasingly – almost exclusively - to men rather than women (a juicy divorce will do that to you…). I never came out to either of my sons, and still haven’t. They grew up with their mother and her assorted housemates (and they were largely a ‘sordid’ lot, at that) in Southern California, while I lived and worked in a major Midwestern city. My sons spent the summers with me and the school year with their mother. I never scored a permanent relationship with either sex after the marriage collapsed, and was usually able to arrange it so that things were kept quiet for the few months each year that my sons were with me. I did this only because my ever-loving ex tried every trick she could think of to deny me any contact with my sons, not because she disapproved of my lifestyle (she to this day doesn’t know), but just out of simple spite. I wasn’t about to give her any ammunition in that war…All that is background to something that ...

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I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbor, with a courtyard in between. Those of you who have seen the classic movie Rear Window understand. In some strange way, while spying I felt like Jimmy Stewart. Only instead of being a wheelchair-bound photographer, I was a freelance writer with too much time on his hands. It all began quite innocently. As I said, my back window faces my neighbor’s back window. I have my desk set up right in front of the window. I enjoy the afternoon light that streams in on a sunny day. Anyway, directly across the courtyard from me on the first floor lives Tim Macmillan. I don't know too much about him except that he moved in about three years ago, he's divorced with an 18-year old son who lives with his ex-wife in Connecticut, and he works for an ad agency in the city. Then, there is the obvious. By obvious, I mean Tim's appearance. He's probably about my age, in his early 40s. He’s got brown hair that is graying slightly at the temples. But, still he’s sexy as hell. And he’s in good physical condition. That is obvious even through ...

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His shirtless torso dripped with sweat. From my front room window I had a perfect view of the action. I watched as his silly girlfriend wrestled with him. They had been running around his front yard for a while now. I could tell it was all foreplay for them. The scene had been the same for the past two weeks. They were just waiting for his mom to leave. I knew he had to hate the fact that he didn’t have his own place, but he was only home for a few weeks on summer break. At least that’s what his mother had said when she ambushed me at the grocery store. I listened to her politely even though the whole time all I could think of was how much I fantasized about her son. The girl’s hands went dangerously close to his manhood. I leaned in closer to the blinds as I struggled to see what he would do next. He pulled her closer and was about to kiss her when his mom walked out of the house. “Hey you two,” his mother yelled. “Don’t make me put the hose on you.” She laughed and got in her car. Once she drove away we all breathed a sigh of relief. They were in the clear and had the house all to themselves. I was getting hard just thinking about it. They wasted no time getting into the house. I waited a few minutes and ...

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My jaw dropped as I leaned in for a closer look. I just couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding right in front of my eyes. It was better than any porno I’d ever seen. Maybe it was because the guys were familiar. Or perhaps it was because they were the two most popular kids on our college campus. Steve and Josh were both the perfect mix of smart and jock. Every girl in school would die if they found out they were both actually queens. Deep down I fantasized about them too. I never wanted to admit it to myself, I considered myself to be as hetero as they came, but something about seeing two perfectly built men going at each other was very arousing to me. To think, that if I hadn’t stayed after school to make some last minute adjustments to some layouts that were due tomorrow I wouldn’t have stumbled onto this amateur porn set. Although, they didn’t look very amateur at all. It was obvious by the way they pleased each other this was not their first time. They started off very innocently, both laughing and talking as they hit the showers after another long workout. I had gone into the locker rooms to use the restroom. It was the closest one to where I was parked. Not paying them any attention I went about my business. Their laughter and loud voices carried all the way to where I was. It all sounded innocent, ...

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Billy was in a real strange mood. Something was brewing inside and he wasn't quite sure what. His wife was getting on his nerves with all her nagging and whining. Why just last week he had bought her a new washing machine. What else did she want from him? He thought about downing a bottle of hard liquor, but decided that wasn't what he was hankering for. He could take his truck out on the backroads and raise some hell but somehow that didn't appeal either. And then he remembered the advertisement. His face flushed and a slight tremble came upon him as he fished it out of his hunting jacket pocket. 'Ordinary men wanted...' the ad said 'for mature modelling work. Must be prepared to jack off on camera. Call 555...' The first time he saw that it was like a lightening bolt had shot through him. He couldn't understand why it made him so darn excited. He wasn't that kind of guy. He tried to kid himself that there would be a pretty lady involved and that perhaps he would get to shoot all over her tits, but deep down he knew that wasn't very likely. This was a guy, looking for other guys to whack one out one camera. Now what did that tell you about this guy? And what the hell did it say about he, Billy, if he got excited by the idea. Billy paced up and down the backyard, trying to decide what to do. ...

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