ADULT MALE BLOG

I purchased a new pair of pants for a party at which I was hoping to make a
good impression.  There would be many people from my office there including
my boss.  The pants, however, needed tailoring.  The crotch and seat needed
to be taken in a little and the legs were about an inch too long.

A friend recommended a tailor to me, and on a Saturday afternoon I went to
his place of business.  It was a fairly small shop that was located in a
residential neighborhood.  It looked like the shop might have at one time
been the living room of an apartment.  In any event, I was the only
customer in the store that Saturday.

Working behind the counter was an elderly gentleman who I assumed was the
main proprietor and a young man of about twenty who I thought might have
been the older gentleman's son.  I said hello and placed my pants on the
counter.

"How can I help you," the older man inquired.  I explained my situation,
and the man said that he could easily help, and proudly pointed to a wall
that was covered with photographs of famous people for whom he had
personally tailored.  My friend, it turns out, had recommended a tailor who
was quite renowned for his skills.  The pictures on the wall included
famous entertainers and highly regarded politicians.

It was also fortuitous that he was still open for business when I arrived.
I had walked into his store just before he closed for the day at the early
time of 2:00.  At this point the gentleman motioned to the young man and
introduced him as his apprentice.  He proudly exclaimed that many talented
people had applied for the apprentice position, but this young was the most
talented and would assuredly some day be a heralded clothing designer.  The
young man smiled at me and introduced himself as Jacques.

Jacques stood about 5' 10" and was as trim as a track star.  But what was
most stunning was his smile and perfect complexion.  He must have had his
teeth straightened and whitened because such a perfect smile was
improbable.  His skin was movie star quality, slightly golden without a
single blemish or other noticeable imperfection.  I was immediately envious
knowing that no person, male or female, could avoid admiring his beauty.

The older gentleman pointed to a series of small fitting rooms that lined
one side of the room.  He instructed to me to please change into my pants,
and said, when I was ready, he would have Jacques join me in the fitting
room to take the necessary measurements and prepare the pants for
alterations.

I entered the fitting room, closed the wooden door behind me, and changed
into my new pants.  I opened the door and called Jacques.  The older
gentleman was no longer in sight.  Apparently, with the store now closed,
he had retreated to the back of the shop and was preparing to go home for
the remainder of the weekend.  Jacques entered the fitting room and closed
the door behind him.  He asked me to stand on a small wooden box positioned
in front of a mirror.  He then kneeled before and just gazed directly at my
crotch for at least a minute.  He then grabbed the waist band of my pants
and hiked my pants up.  Unintentionally or otherwise, he wedged the fabric
straight into my crotch, producing a pouch in the front of my pants where
it surrounded my penis and balls.  He held the pants in that position for a
minute, seemingly much longer than necessary, but he was supposed to be the
precocious and talented apprentice, so I did not protest or really think it
out of the ordinary.

He then released his grip on the waist band and ran each of his hands up
the inseam of my legs, bringing them to rest at the base of my balls.
Again, he held his hands there for seemingly an unusual length of time.
The fabric had again bunched up around my cock and framed it against the
front of my pants.  After a minute of just observing my pants in this
position, he ran his hands up the back of my legs until they cupped the
base of my ass.  He next pulled the fabric away from ass, tightly pinning
my cock against the front of my pants.

As he held the fabric away from my ass, he inserted his thumbs between my
thighs and rubbed them against the strip of delicate skin than connects
between my ass and dick.  All of this contact to my crotch, intentionally
meant to stimulate me or not, was having an unavoidable effect.  I am not
immune to erotic stimulation, and my cock began to instinctively respond.
I did not know whether to be embarrassed or not, but I certainly could not
hide the growing bulge in my pants, especially since he continued to
tightly sandwich my penis between the front of my pants and my waist.  His
thumbs, meanwhile, continued to caress my lower ass.

Unbelievably, he next cupped my ass and gently kneaded my ass cheeks.  My
cock was now three-quarters hard and steadily growing.  He continued
massaging my ass and once again pulled my pants into my crotch.  My
erection was now unmistakable as it strained against my pants, perfectly
outlined by the fabric.  His released his grip and again let his hands
travel up the inseam of my legs.  Only this time he did not stop at the
base of my cock, but instead ran his hands over my hard shaft, giving it a
gentle squeeze as his hands passed over it.

A quiet moan escaped my lips.  His hands returned to the front of cock and
he began rubbing my now completely erect cock through my pants.  I didn't
really know what was going on, but I was sure as hell not going to be the
one who ended this incredible moment.

He rubbed the palms of his hands over my cock, up and down, side to side.
This continued for a minute before he leaned in a little and plunged his
hands between my legs and squeezed my ass.  After manipulating my ass for a
minute, he unzipped my pants and snaked his hands into them.  He wrapped my
cock in my silk boxers and rubbed my shaft.  The sensation of the soft
fabric against my rod was glorious.  It felt so good in fact, I was
actually a little disappointed when his fingers penetrated the fly of my
boxers and caressed my naked cock.  He next completely wrapped his hand
around my rock hard cock and stroked me as much as the confined space would
allow.  Between his hand and my erect seven inches, there was little room
in my boxers for wide movement.  Recognizing my frustration, he removed his
hands through my zipper and unbuttoned my pants.  I seized the waist band
on my pants, and with his assistance, lowered them to my knees.  He took my
cock and eased it through the fly of my silk boxers.  My dick extended out
in proud display and full glory.

He began massaging my shaft while the silk fabric tickled my sensitive
balls.  I committed that the next time I jerked off I would definitely
involve silk boxers in the activity.  The combined ministrations of his
hand on my shaft and the fabric against my balls created a simply amazing
erotic sensation.  When he pushed my dick back into my boxers and massaged
my shaft and cock head with the now precum stained silk, I was unable to
control my reaction and loudly moaned.

What happened next was a dream brought true.  He pulled my cock back
through my fly and licked the tip.  "Holy shit," I thought.  "This could
not really be happening."  He dragged his tongue over the tip of my cock
and then flicked the sensitive ridge.  He lifted my cock against my boxers
and ran his tongue along the entire sensitive underside.  While he trailed
his wet tongue up and down the underside, he slowly rubbed the top side of
my cock against my underwear.  The stunning sensation of the silk against
my hard prick was still unbelievably wonderful.  I was even disappointed
that I had never before taken advantage of the silk pussy that often
encased my dick.

He next released my cock, allowing it to flop down and stick out directly
from my body.  He moved in a little closer and took the head of my cock
into his mouth.  He sucked just the head, sending shivers of pleasure from
the ultra sensitive slit through my engorged shaft and into my body.  He
focused just on the head for a minute before leaning in still further and
taking my entire dick in his mouth.  His hand now found my cum filled
balls.  He shrouded them in my boxers and gently massaged them while he
sucked my cock.

He bobbed up and down on my dick, leaving no nerve untouched.  I was
spewing precum and my balls were contracting into the base of my groin.
Sensing my encroaching orgasm, he increased the pace and intensity of his
blow job and brought his hand to the base of my cock.  In perfect
coordination, he would suck my cock down to my balls, burying his nose in
my pubes, and then as he released my cock from his mouth he would stroke
and twist the entire length of my shaft with his hand.  This was clearly a
rehearsed skill.

After repeating this process a few times my cock began its unavoidable
march toward orgasm.  My balls finished their contraction into my groin and
my cock electrically tingled from base to tip.  The tingling sensation
intensified as the pressure in my cock built and my cum began its race to
freedom.  His mouth and hand maintained their relentlessly mesmerizing
dance, and with a volcanic growl, I came in his mouth.  He never broke his
rhythm, and allowed me to gush into his mouth with several squirts of
exquisite pleasure.

When I was finally dry, he stood up and smiled.  I thought he would now
want me to reciprocate the pleasure, but instead he simply asked me to
change into my old pants and leave the new pants on the counter.  He said
that he knew exactly what alterations to make and that my pants would be
ready for pickup next Saturday.  With that he exited the fitting room,
leaving me stunned and contemplating the purchase of a dozen new pairs of
pants.

SHORT STORY BY: SEAN M

I had been checking out my survey crews, and was headed back to the motel
when I pulled into a rest area to use the facilities. I parked went in,
relieved myself, and saw a note on the wall, check out the little red
pickup in the lot. As I left I saw a red pickup parked near by with a man
sitting in it. I walked over that way, turned and walked slowly by, very
close. The man was smiling at me and I smiled back, then looked down in the
open drivers window to see his hand holding a very nice big cock. "Nice
cock" I said as I stopped, turned and leaned down closer. He pulled his
hand back some as I put my hand on my now prominent bulge. "Can we go
somewhere so that I can suck your cock"?  "Yea, I have a motel nearby and
you can suck mine and I can suck yours" "OK, I need that". "I'm about 2
miles down the road, at the Quite Rest Motel, follow me over" "I know where
it is, I'll be right behind you". I moved over to my truck and headed out
the red truck right behind. He pulled in alongside of my truck and followed
me in as I opened the door. I reached back to make sure it was locked and
as I turned back he had his pants down on the floor, his hard cock jutting
out about 7". I dropped my pants and reached for his cock, ran my fingers
down it, around it and then touched his balls with my other had.  He let
out a moan, "Oh yea, that feels so good"! I dropped to my knees and
continued to stroke his cock and play with his balls; they were medium
sized and up tight against the base of this shaft, as I looked at it from
about a foot away. I could see some pre cumm leaking out of the slit at the
head of that hard, hot cock and I finally leaned in and ran my tongue
across the tip, causing the cock to jerk, and brought more moans from
him. I moved in, taking the swollen mushroom head into my mouth, tightening
my lips around the ridge and ran my tongue around and over the head some
more. He continued to moan, and held my head as I sucked all 7 " of jerking
pulsing, 1 & 1/2' dia., cock into my mouth. A few deep throat strokes then
pulled back to suck the head and began to stroke the shaft with my
hand. After about 5 minutes I pulled back to look at his swollen cock as I
continued to stroke and jack him off. I enjoy the sight of a nice hard cock
as it gets close to shooting its load of cumm. "I'm so close, I'm almost
ready to cumm"! "Cumm on, give me a hot load of your juice, pump some sperm
out of you cock" "Oh yea, NOW, I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your face"! As I
saw the first jet of hot white sperm squirt out of his cock slit, I shoved
my open mouth over his cock, did not lose a drop as I suck greedily to get
all of his man milk, swallowing it as fast as it pulsed and squirted into
my mouth and down my throat. He was holding my head and mouth over his
throbbing cock.  " YES, YES, don't stop, swallow all of my sperm, all of
it."!  I was not moving my head just sucking down all he could give me. His
cock started to get soft; he let go of my head and sat back on the edge of
the bed. "Wow, I haven't been sucked like that in a long time, I really
needed it"! "Man, you tasted so good"!!  I stood up and shed my pants and
shorts stepping out of them as they hit the floor, my 8"x2" cock at full
attention, my big balls hanging down about 4 ". " Oh, what a great piece of
meat"!! He dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth. His hot wet
lips felt sooo good as he took most of my cock into his mouth. He gripped
my ass and just sucked my cock moving it in and out, I could feel it hit
the back of his throat on every stroke. I am slow to climax and after about
10 minutes he pulled back, looked up, "Would you fuck my ass"? "Sure, let
me get some lube" I put lube on my cock and then on his ass, running my
finger up his hole. "Oh Yes, put it in me, fuck my ass with your huge
cock"! I placed the head at his hole entrance and gripping his hips I
slowly pushed, watching as the head, then the length of the shaft, slowly
disappeared into his ass. He was moaning again as I finally had my balls
next to his, all 8" buried up his tunnel. I started to fuck slowly, pulling
almost all of the way out, then pushing back in, going faster with every
stroke. "Oh, yess, pound my ass, fuck me HARD"! I really pounded him now
and did so for almost 15 minutes when I could feel my climax cumming! "I'm
going to fill your ass, yes, now, I'm cumming, your being filled with my
hot sperm"!! I kept cumming, pulsing, shooting about 3 separate loads up
his tunnel, then I pulled back and collapsed on the bed. He finally stood
up, a stream of white fluid running out of his ass and down his legs. We
cleaned up, dressed and he left.  It sure made a nice break in a long day
of hard work!!

SHORT STORY BY: HAROLD S

Horny and in the mood to suck cock, I went to my favorite adult
bookstore one Saturday night, paid my $3 for a token and went upstairs to
the gay video booths. I made a quick check, none ot the booths were
occupied since it was a bit early, so I decided to just wait it out. This
place had a big room on one side, no doors, and no videos, just a very
dark room where sometimes guys would just let it all hang out and wait
for a cocksucker to come and do his thing. This was a particular turn on
for me because of the added dimension of having an audience and thrill of
domination and degradation that that involves.

As I went through the door, my eyes caught sight of a real hunk slouched
in the doorway. About 25, tallish and obviously well built even in his
windbreaker. I paused, giving him a look and hoping he would make a move.
He looked me over and gave me a sidewards nod of his head indicating that
I should come closer so he could whisper. Standing as close to him as I
dared, he said, "If I stick my cock through the hole, will you suck
it?" Of course I said yes quickly and tried to grope between his legs
to check him out, but with just enough contact to know that he had an
erection, he turned away and quickly made his way to the end booth.

At that time, this place had round holes in the walls between adjacent
booths. About 4 inches diameter and at crotch level, they were great for
anonymous cocksucking if you didn't mind kneeling, which never
stopped me from accepting a good dick.

I crouched down to look through our hole and watched him shuck his
windbreaker, then drop his jeans. I wet my lips when I saw his cock,
fully erect, maybe 8 inches long, and a nice thickness, with a cut flared
head. I dropped to my knees and there it was, poking through the hole. I
wasted no time, dropping to my knees and taking his hardness between my
lips. He began to make east fucking motions, thrusting his hips toward
the warm hole that my my mouth provided. I tried to get in closer so that
I could take more of him but the wall prevented that. These glory holes
are good for anonymous sex but when I find a good looking, well built
stud like this, I always wish that we could get closer.

I backed away and fished out the little brown bottle of Rush that I had
bought when I paid for my token. Taking a hit myself, I passed the bottle
through the hole and waited for him to do the same. "Yeah", I
heard him say before his cock again passed through the opening in the
partition. Recharged, I took him in and began sucking and licking along
the part of his rod that I could get access to, savoring the slightly
salty muskiness of a man's dick and wishing that I could get to the
base and maybe give his balls a nice warm tonguing.

Too soon, he pulled his cock back, and his face appeared at the opening
in the wall. "Come into my booth, man, you suck good." I hustled
in and found him stepping completely out of his jeans. The view through
the hole was good, but this was better than any porn film I ever saw. An
ample bush surrounded his erection, and two very nicely sized smooth
balls held up close in his crotch. What a picture, as I hate those low
hangers. He wasted no time, offering me his cock and making little
satisfied grunts as I struggled to accept all of him into my throat.

I took another hit and offered him the bottle, which he slipped into his
shirt pocket. Now he became more insistent, placing a hand on the back of
my head and pumping more aggressively. My own dick was throbbing in my
pants and I found myself opening my mouth wide to accept his inward
thrusts and pursing my lips tight as he withdrew for his next attack.

I was glad when he paused for another hit on the poppers, because I
wanted to make this last and I was afraid that he would shoot his wad too
soon. I know that I was getting close to cumming my pants and I
hadn't even touched my dick. He hannded me the bottle, and I reached
up to whisper, "turn around stud, I want to give you a treat."

He had one of those perfect asses, with plump muscular buns riding high
and a deep cleft between them. No hair to be seen anywhere in the rear. I
put my nose between his ass cheeks and sniffed some, checking his hygiene
and he passed with flying colors. It seems that with all the showers, a
jock almost always has a clean hole, and this was a jock for sure. Its
also a fact that his asshole has never been penetrated, not even by a
tongue. His girlfriend would never do it, its all he can do to get her
lips on his dick.

And without fail, they love getting their holes licked. I dont know why,
but a top never thinks of his hole as an erogenous until he has had the
experience. Reaching between his legs, i stroked his shaft gently and
bent it down so that I was able to get the head of his cock back between
my lips. Then I went for the gold, spreading his ass cheeks and planting
a big wet kiss square on his hole, then easing my tongue into him. Until
then, he had been mostly passive but he obviously was turned on to this
and showed it by bending over so i could work my tongue into his chute.

"Aw yea dude, wow!

I love feeding my dick to a good cocksucker, but this is the best, keep
on making love to my ass, baby, this is fuckin' fantastic." He
took another hit on the poppers and passed the bottle back to me. By
now, I didn't need any more stimulation, but I took 2 deep whiffs and
went back to work. After a few licks and kisses his hole was loosening up
some. I knew better than to spook him by fingering it so i just
concentrated on trying to penetrate his sphincter with my tongue as I
pulled his ass cheeks apart with my hands. By now, he was shoving his
butt back into my tongue and pounding the partition with his fists. All
the time, he was making low grunting sounds but now they were getting
louder. My own dick responded, and I longed to take it in hand to get
myself off, but since I was so occupied with his ass, I wasn't able
to do that.

We were startled by a rap on the door and a voice telling us to feed the
video, so I quickly slipped a buck in, hoping to get back to my feast. My
man must have had the same urge to get off, though, because now he was
standing facing me with his cock in hand and urging me down on him with a
hand on the back of my neck. He didn't stop till my nose was in his
pubes, then began easy in and out motions which soon became more
insistent.

I knew his orgasm was close when he grabbed my skull with both hands and
drove his prick into my throat till I thought I was going to gag. No more
face fucking now though, he just held me fast on his boner and began to
unload his cum down my throat. He must have been saving it for a long
time, because it filled my mouth and ran down my cheek. Finally he was
finished and pulled out. It was only then that I realized that I had came
in my jeans.

I still go back to that place, but I've never seen him again.

 SHORT STORY BY : BOTPUPPY

 It's possible to have a sexual encounter in the most unexpected of
places. When I took Basic Training at the ROTC camp in Kentucky's Fort
Knox, I  hadn't expected to have the sort of experience that I'm about
to relate.  I arrived  at Fort  Knox in the middle of June, along with
hundreds of  other cadets. We were civilians about to have the equiva-
lent of  boot camp  instruction, intending  to prepare  us for officer
training, that  would later  follow during the next couple of years in
college. I ended up NOT going into the ROTC program, though that's an-
other story...

    In the  fifth week of the program, my company (about 50 or so men)
went on  a bivouac,  which is  the Army's  way of saying "forced march
followed by  uncomfortable campout".  The march  was not  too bad,  in
spite of  carrying the full combat gear, though the high humidity made
even the Southern boys sweat a lot... We finally got to a place in the
woods where  those in  charge decided  we should  settle down  for the
night, and we made camp.

    When the  acting squad  leader told  us to "buddy up" with someone
for each two-man tent, I found Tony standing next to me. Since we were
both in the same squad (a group of about a dozen men), we slept in the
same part of the barracks, used the same showers and latrine, and were
occasionally paired up for exercise drills that required two men (like
getting the DAMNED poncho folded the first time!).

    I had  previously noticed how Tony seemed especially quiet when he
was near me, and how he seemed to try to be around me as often as pos-
sible... Tony  is a  Southern boy,  that is, he's from Georgia, with a
quaint accent  (this coming  from a  Native Californian),  and  had  a
nicely tanned  body, just short of six foot in height, somewhat on the
thin side, though well muscled.

    He has  nice green eyes that seemed to sparkle, and a somewhat shy
smile. He  was quite  cute. Notice  I didn't  say anything  about  his
hair... He  didn't have much, at least, not more than some blonde fuzz
- we  were in  the Army  remember! He was about two years younger than
myself, and  when we  talked, he seemed to be especially interested in
where I was from and what I liked to do. Yes, I noticed him, but since
there is no privacy in basic training, I never had a chance to talk to
him on any particularly personal level.

    I was  both surprised  and pleased  when I  found myself paired up
with Tony  for the  night... I  immediately started to fantasize about
the possibilities.  Not that I expected anything to happen, not in the
middle of  an Army  camp of  all places,  and not with someone who was
planning on  joining the Army to be an officer - then again, so was I,
and that didn't stop me from thinking about such things... Luckily, we
did not  draw night  watch or  anything else which might interrupt our
sleep (or whatever).

    When Tony  and I  finally got into the tent, after some night time
training, I  was getting  quite uptight. It had been a couple of weeks
since I  had a  chance to  jack off, as there is NO real privacy in the
barracks. I  found the  only chance to do it was during the night-time
"fire watch",  which I  got only  every week and a half or so. Yeah, I
was quite horny, from being around a lot of guys day after day, watch-
ing them take showers and such, and NOT being able to jackoff with any
decent frequency.

    I was ready for Tony, now if only he were ready for me...? I found
myself becoming  shy when it finally came time to crawl into my sleep-
ing bag.  I ended  up just  saying goodnight,  and not suggesting any-
thing... And  I was  really hard up. In the Army basic training, you do
not get  much sleep, so any chance you get, you sleep. So I started to
fall asleep within minutes after settling down.

    Then I  felt Tony move his bag closer to mine. A few minutes later
I half-felt,  half-heard, his  bag's zipper,  as he  slowly opened his
bag. I  stayed silent.  Then, when I started to think I had just imag-
ined it, I felt his warm fingers touch me on my chest. He ran his fin-
gers through  the hair  on my chest - his was quite smooth - then they
slowly moved down my body. I was not sure if he was aware I was awake,
or even cared.

    He got  to my  belly button,  which he circled, and finally, to my
pubic hair.  He stopped  for a moment, probably a bit surprised that I
didn't have  any underwear on; it was hot that night, and I was horny,
so I  had pulled  them down to my ankles when I had first crawled into
my bag.  It was  when he  wrapped his hand around my erect cock that I
decided that  I had better become a more active participant. I quietly
asked him if he liked what he had found.

    "Yes... You're  sure horny,  aren't you?  I just  wanted to... See
what you  felt like."  I decided  to see how horny HE was, so I slowly
leaned across  and very  slowly -  it was  dark, remember - gave him a
kiss on  the lips,  rather hard.  He accepted  it, and  gave it  back,
squeezing my cock as he did. Yeah, I had a live one!

    Tony turned  out to  be quite  horny... After  kissing some  more,
still firmly grasping my cock, he quietly asked me to zip open my bag.
After I  had opened  up the  bag, thereby exposing myself to him, Tony
got onto  his knees next to me. I reached between his legs and grabbed
at his  cock through his underwear. He was hard also, and a bit longer
than mine,  though thinner.  While I was arranging my bag and checking
him out, Tony was busy rapidly stroking my hard-on.

    "That feels  good, Tony...  You'd  better  slow  down  a  bit,  or
else...", I  said. His  reply was  to lay  down next  to me, and begin
licking my  cock, from  the base  to the tip. I was VERY turned on, by
this time...  Unfortunately, he  had arranged  himself so that I could
not reach  his cock, so I placed my hands on his head instead. By now,
he was  sliding my  dick in and out of his mouth, incidentally sliding
his fuzzy head along my chest and belly, exciting me even further.

    "I'm about  to come...  Do you want to...", I whispered in a pant,
trying not  to be heard by anyone outside - wouldn't that be an embar-
rassment! -  but barely  able to  control my  voice as the feelings of
pleasure overcame  me. Tony was willing to take it, and kept going. It
only took  a few more seconds until I shot my wad, ejaculating for the
first time  in over  a week. I was acting out a fantasy, that of being
with Tony  like this,  that I  had not  expected to ever realize. Tony
readily swallowed my cum, and continued to bob his head up and down on
my cock,  till I  indicated that  I was  through. I  just lay  there a
while, in the after-glow of the orgasm.

    I heard  Tony move away, and a bit later heard him rummage through
his equipment  near the entrance of the tent. I heard the slosh of wa-
ter... He  must have gone to his canteen, to wash out the "flavour" of
the cum  in his  mouth... I  didn't really blame him! I covered myself
with the  flap of  my bag, and waited for the next part... But nothing
happened. Tony  just finished  taking his  drink and settled back into
his bag  and was silent. I couldn't even hear him stroking himself, if
that was  what he  was doing.  After tapping  my  fingers  on  my  bag
silently for  a couple  of minutes, with increasing frustration, I fi-
nally leaned  across and  kissed him lightly on the ear, and whispered
into it, "That was great... I thought you were horny also?"

    "What...?", he  asked, seemingly  surprised. "Wanna  fuck me?",  I
asked, trying to make it sound as nasty as I could, considering that I
was whispering. "Fuck you... I'd thought... Yeah, of course!" I opened
my bag  again, as  Tony got out of his. He was still quite hard, as my
fondling of his crotch indicated. "Off!", I quietly demanded, somewhat
unnecessarily... He  pulled it  off. I moved down and licked his cock,
trying to  get a  lot of  saliva on  it, to lubricate it. I could tell
that he  was not too far from orgasm, so I didn't prolong it. I rolled
onto my  belly, and  he got on top of me, his legs between mine. Then,
he slowly laid on top of me. As he went down, I reached up and grasped
his wet  cock and  positioned it  so that it would easily penetrate my
asshole. Once  he was  down, and was partly inside me, he began slowly
pumping, thrusting himself into me, somewhat slowly.

    "I wont  break, you  know...!" I  said, feeling turned on again by
the feel  of his  long prick  sliding in and out of my asshole. He in-
creased his  pace rapidly. I knew that this wouldn't go on much longer
as he  had been  as hard up as I was, so this opportunity for more than
simple relief  was to  be savoured  while it  lasted... It didn't last
much longer. Within two minutes of insertion, I'd guess - I don't time
these things  with a  stopwatch! -  Tony gave a final few hard thrusts
then held  still. I  could actually  feel his cock throbbing as he or-
gasmed and  shot his  wad into  me. He  continued to  pump a  few more
times, but  slower, apparently  getting the last traces of his pent-up
sexual energies  out of  himself. He  gently slide  off my  back,  and
placed an arm around me, gave me a light kiss, "Thanks."

    Weeks later,  back at  home, I received a letter from Tony. In it,
he told  me how he had had one girlfriend in high school, and had suc-
cessful sex  with her,  but never  really felt complete after wards. It
turns out  that I  had broken in a virgin gay that night, right in the
middle of  one of the most homophobic of organizations, the U.S. Army.
Oh well...

SHORT STORY BY : ANON