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I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer; my biggest fear was about to come true. Until now I had been able to avoid it, but my luck had apparently run out. As I sat on the cold examining room table I tried to focus on anything just to get my erection down. I had avoided getting a physical from Dr. Owens like crazy. Until now I had managed to get another physician but this time there was no avoiding it. I had to get this physical in order to keep my football scholarship at Notre Dame. I thought of my parents, my grandparents, anything to get me to relax and cool off. It took a while but I managed to get myself under control. It subsided until it was nice and limp. I never thought I would be so relieved not to have a hard on. The door opened and in walked Dr. Owen, the school physician. He greeted me, flashed his dazzling smile. I smelled his cologne and just like that I was once again solid as a rock, and trying desperately to conceal it. He walked over to me and began to go through the motions. He asked me the usual questions. If he’d noticed that I was hard he showed no sign of it. He told me to stand up and I cringed; I knew what was coming next. I stood up and closed my eyes as I made one last attempt ...

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It was a comfortable spring night as Officer Calloway made his way quietly around the side of the building. He was on night shift and had "fag" patrol, that's what all the officers called it. It seems that every night after the gay bars let out some of the men come to an alley behind an old doughnut shop. They park in the small lot and cruise one another. Some get into each other’s cars and fuck around while others get out and hide behind a dumpster or a stack of boxes. Officer Calloway had been on this beat for five years and couldn't believe how many men he'd busted in the exact same spot behind the dumpster. It was as if they didn't think he'd return. Most officers hated this assignment but not Tim Calloway. He loved busting a fag quite simply because he hated them. He loved to come around the side of the dumpster and catch one on his knees sucking another's dick. He loved the scared looks on their faces. He loved slapping cuffs on both of them and dragging them out from behind the dumpster, their pants still down, dicks still hard - them begging for mercy. Then he'd parade them out in front of all the other fags and make an example of them. They'd just shuffle along with their pants at their ankles, heads hung low. He loved to humiliate a queer. To be honest, Tim Calloway was every gay man's hottest fantasy as ...

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After the school years I had decided that a sexual life that included cock sucking was okay by me...certainly had fewer entanglements than my sexual relations with women, and was more directly focused on short-term pleasure, which was my goal!Now suddenly this confirmed sexual novice found himself in the Army, of all places. Take a guy who has discovered very pleasurable sexual encounters with other guys... and stick him in a dormitory with sixty other guys. Great! Fuck "don't ask, don't tell." Almost by definition, at least twenty percent of these young men are gonna be in the absolute "hunk" category. Another thirty percent may not be handsome, but again, by definition, their bodies are gonna be fit 'n trim!Well... there's gonna be lotsa temptation abounding. I quickly found, however, that basic training allowed virtually no time for even daydreaming. And though I often saw swinging dicks and hot bods that would otherwise have sent me over the edge, I was usually so near complete exhaustion that it made no difference.That all changed at the end of the third week of Basic Training... when I found myself in the hospital with a broken leg! Good news: you're not doing calisthenics every minute of the day... Bad news: you have "nothing" to do all day. You're on bed rest and can't even move for several weeks, followed by slowly regaining ambulatory capabilities. So I had nothing to do but lay there in bed, in a ward filled with thirty or forty other ...

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“Well, man, you’ve got a cracked head gasket and your water-pump is shot.” Roger really had no clue what the diagnosis of his broken down Ford Escort meant in terms of severity of injury, but the inflection in the mechanic’s voice indicated that it was not an easy fix. “Oh really…” Roger began, attempting to sound as if the mechanic’s assessment sounded like something more than gibberish to him. “So, what would that run me…” The burly automotive repair technician interjected, “Well, parts and labor… you’re lookin’ at about 1200.” Roger’s stomach seized up and a lump crawled from his belly into his throat. “Tw… twelve hu… hundred?!” The fifty dollars he’d dropped to have his car towed to the shop was about as big a dent in his budget as he could manage. This repair estimate was an astronomical figure by comparison. “I… I just… there’s no way I can afford that. Is there any way to fix it cheaper?” “’Fraid not,” the hulking mechanic responded matter-of-factly. He leaned down across the grimy workshop counter that separated him from the lobby in which Roger was standing, his thick, veiny forearms crossing each other under the weight of his gnarled, well-muscled upper body. Peering down from squinted eyes set into his chiseled face, he worked this thick, square, five-o-clock-shadowed jaw back and forth with the chewing of his wad of cotton candy flavored bubble yum. “Well…” he began, looking Roger up and down with a look of unfettered voraciousness on his ...

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This Uniform Story is Also True…My Step-Dad was a policeman, and was quite a role model for me. Todd had been in the family since I was ten. He was tall, dark, and handsome, 6'2" and 200 pounds, very fit and muscular since he worked out a lot. He worked primarily as a detective in street clothes, but he also had his police uniforms that I thought made him look exceptionally macho, but I would never have told him that, certainly not in that way to make him think that I thought he was a sex symbol.He knew that I admired him, and as I developed, he would compliment me on my looks, and my build as I fleshed out the body, by working out with him. He often told me that I was getting to be as good looking as his old man, or developing a build like his old man, always meaning himself of course, even though we were not related. Even so, I took that as a high compliment since I regarded Todd as one of the most handsome men that I had ever seen. I was as blonde as he was dark, but otherwise, our body make-up seemed to be made pretty much from the same mold.We were good buddies and good friends, but not exceptionally close. I knew that he was there if I needed him, and he gave me all the support and guidance that a good father would do. I was eighteen ...

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"THE COP SUCKER" © This is a story of a young man and his encounter with a Uniform Motorcycle City Policeman. It contains domination and male-to-male sexual encounter. No intent of any particular person or persons should be intended. No one was injured in this story and all participants were willing. If you are offended by, man-to-man sexual contact or you are under legal age in you country or state, then read no further Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com Part 01- Forced Entry I was always attracted to a man in uniform. I conjecture it was because when I was a kid, all military men had to wear their uniforms when on leave or shore duty. Of course there were always the firemen and police. I assumed it was the "hero" effigy we all looked up to. I was living in an apartment building in Oakland one year. Living in the same building were two or more city policeman. I would see them coming in and going out almost every day. They seemed friendly enough but always were in too much a hurry to stop and chat. One day I went to our steam room to relax after a long day at work. There were two men sitting on the redwood bleachers enjoying the sauna. When I entered, one of the men left and went to the showers, leaving me alone with the other one. He looked rather familiar, but sometimes people look different out of their clothes. ...

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My first few weeks at boot camp did not start out pleasant. It was hard for me being away from home, not seeing my friends and family, it was killing me. Before this, the longest I had been away was on weekend trips with friends, never had I been away for months at a time. I didn’t even know what had possessed me to join the army. It must have been a horny frenzy; lord knows nothing gets me hotter than a man in fatigues. Right now, the eye candy was the only thing keeping me sane. Seeing all these studs in their army gear had me in a permanent state of arousal. I was constantly sneaking off into the barracks to beat off, especially after sessions with the drill sergeant. I got extra hard every time I looked at him. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen, with big muscular arms, legs, and this nasty attitude. It was a shame he was married and straight. I was sure he would never look at a junior soldier like me, but man what I wouldn’t have given for him to punish me with his fat man stick. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him approach. My dick automatically responded with a hard salute. Before he could see me, I ducked into the nearest doorway; the last thing I wanted was for him to see me in this state. I closed the door to the ...

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Little Stud Nurse By Bacteriaburger I was in high school when I had my defining sexual experience. In a strange way, every sexual experience I’ve had since then has been an attempt to recapture it. I’d gone to the doctor that day because I had to give a blood sample. Dr. Sulchosky checked me out then told me the nurse was going to take my blood. I stood up, the crinkly paper on the bed sticking to my legs. “Just wait here a moment and Danny will come by to take care of you.” The receptionist was leaving for the day, and the office was nearly empty. Danny appeared just as the doctor was getting ready to leave. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him. He was a total little stud. “You’ll be alright?” Dr. Sulchosky said to Danny. ”No problem,” Danny said. A grin lit up his face. He had light brown hair, buzzed to a smooth, thick fuzz on his round skull. He was wearing his scrubs—a blue shirt and white pants. He was probably about twenty five years old, short but muscular. I started to get nervous, and not because I was afraid of needles. “I’ll just take care of this young man and then I’ll lock up the office,” Danny said. Dr. Sulchosky said “good” and “good night,” and then we were alone. “What’s your name, buddy?” He reached down to shake my hand. “Nate,” I said, his hand taking mine in a firm grip. ...

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“Hold on, I’m coming!” I shouted as I rounded the corner of the kitchen to make my way into the living room. ‘Rap rap rap,’ the incessant knocking continued at my apartment door. “Geez… Hang on a sec,” I grumbled, twisting my fingers into the top of the white cotton bath-towel wrapped around my waist to better secure it to my dripping wet body. I got to the door and peered through the peep-hole only to see a big, brown splotch staring back at me. Still hanging on to my towel, I undid the security latch and gently eased the door open. “Oh, hey. Sorry, I was in the shower,” I said as I opened the door fully to reveal myself to the UPS delivery man standing on my stoop. “No problem,” he responded, handing me the sophisticated little electronic touchpad they use. “Could you just sign here, please.” As I took the light pen from him and squinted down toward the touchpad, I couldn’t help but look over the device and admire the lumpy bulge in the front of this delivery guy’s tight, little, brown shorts. God I love a man in uniform, I thought to myself as I scribbled my signature across the smooth, plastic face of the touchpad. After finishing writing, I glanced up at the man’s face. He wasn’t terribly attractive, but he certainly had that ‘distinguished’ look. I figured him to be in his forties, with his long, drawn eyes and peppered gray five o’clock shadow. ...

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I had just completed boot camp in San Diego and had a 72-hour pass to go home in San Jose for the wedding of my cousin. When I boarded the plane to go back to San Diego, it was a Sunday afternoon and I knew I had the full evening ahead to explore the nightlife in San Diego before I had to report to the Hospital Corps School at Balboa Naval Hospital on Monday morning.When I took my seat on the plane, there was another swab jock sitting there. We struck up conversation and I found out that he was stationed on a ship that was in port in San Diego. As we talked, he asked if I had ever been to Tijuana. I told him that I had not and he asked if I would care to go with him to see the nightlife there. He said we didn’t have to stay long and that we could crash at his apartment in San Diego. He and several other sailors rented this apartment and would use it when they were on leave, rather than paying for a hotel. That way they could keep their civies there and not have to carry them back and forth from the various ships they were stationed on. I agreed to go to Tijuana and the moment we landed, we caught a local bus that went directly to the border from the airport. The swabbie had introduced himself as Mac Innes but told me to just ...

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