The Learning Curve

The Learning Curve
By Les Lea 

The young lad coughed and spluttered and was on the edge of panic as the cock thrust once more deep into his throat. Naked, terrified and alone, apart from the owner of the thrusting cock, he was powerless to do anything other than learn to accept his fate.
With his hands fastened behind his back and leather straps attached to both his ankles and wrists, he knew that whatever was happening to him he had to learn to come to terms with quickly as he was sure the straps hadn’t been attached for ornamental use. Again he coughed and spluttered and tried to pull away from the invading piece of man-flesh but the hands gripping the back of his head made movement almost impossible. He so desperately wanted to bite, and bite as hard as he could into his monstrous assailant, but the threat of the dire consequences should that happen made him try and shove such thoughts to the back of his mind and attempt to do what he was being made to do – take a thick, long cock deep down his throat. He continued to gag as the dick pushed again to the back of his raw gullet and his head was held tight as he thrashed around desperate for release. The pressure on the back of his head was lessened and he pulled off the spit-slicked 

The Kegel Kid

The Kegel Kid 
By Les Lea 

“Jesus John… don’t grip my dick so tightly.”
“Sorry Mister…”
“Nooo… you don’t have to be sorry… just relax those arse muscles of yours... just a bit. Mmmm. Now tighten them again as I push back… Ooohhhh… yer that’s it… nice and tight.”
John was pleased with the reaction from his latest client. Just over 30 minutes ago he was sucking the guy off in the toilets on the top floor of one of the city’s main department stores and now he was in a penthouse apartment overlooking that self same city. 

With my Brother Best Friend...!

posted by: samrun

With my Brother Best Friend...!
Hi there................!!!!!!!!

This is a story about my maybe 7th encounter with the shock of my life 
but a pleasant one...........

Its was on 20th Dec.2005.

His name is Vinnie......... Vinnie and my elder brother were friends 
since school and then, Vinnie moved to Indore for his further studies....

Sex in Storeroom

posted by: karan

Sex in Storeroom

Mere HSC ka result lagne ke baad,maina FYBCOM ke liya ek coaching 
class join kiya..waha ke ek staff member ke saath mere baath huee.unka 
naam vaibhav tha...unkee age karreban 30-31 hoge..unmarried tha..gora 
rang..gud face n a moustache too..dikhana main to woh bilkul straight 
guy lag raha tha...par woh nahee tha..yeh baat muja badma maloom 
padee..jab mera uska saath sex encounter hua...

Mera classes abb shuru ho gaya tha...

Friday

FRIDAY
By Jerry Blask
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990)

It wasn't a bad job as jobs go. Trouble is, sometimes it went too far. As the boss's assistant I got a pretty good salary, but I also got blamed for anything that went wrong, even if it wasn't my fault. Okay, so the boss needed a scapegoat, and he was willing to pay for one. I could understand the pressure the guy was under having to constantly tiptoe his way through the mine fields of big business. By the time Friday came around, he was about ready to explode.

Cellmates-COMIC

A Real Man

A REAL MAN
By Jeffrey Taggert
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990)

I was nervous as shit as I sat in the fraternity house office and talked to a sleek haired college guy named Brandon. Brandon looked terribly upper crust as he deigned to interview me regarding my entrance — or lack of it —into the august organization that my father had insisted I get into. I did a lot of things to please my father, like going to this dumb college in the first place, and trying out for the fraternity he'd belonged to in the second place.

Married Hunk

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Dhoni ne dho dala

[The story is written in Hin-glish. That’s a mixture of Hindi and English. It’s fictitious to some extent. Readers are forewarned that the story contains sexual contents which might not suite their tastes. So, read further only if you think you are able to handle it.]

      

       Pehle mera kuch description ho jaaye? I’m a bi-sexual, versatile guy. I’m in my final year of engineering. 22 yrs old aur 5’9” tall hoon. Wt. 65 kgs, waist 30”, rang-na zyada gora na zyada kaala (jaise avg. Indians k hote he yaar), baal-kaale, aankhen- shararti, pout lips with a smile lingering on them & I maintain a beard on my chin with a goatee. I hit the gym regularly, so achhi body ban chuki he aur main avg. hairy hoon.

Anal Audition

ANAL AUDITION
By Jerry Blask
(Cummin’Up.Vol1.No3.1989)

My actors' agency is basically a big one room office, very cluttered, located on the second floor of an old building that's not exactly in the heart of Hollywood (assuming, of course, that Hollywood has a heart), located over on Western Avenue, it's more like the crotch of Hollywood — but in my line of work, the crotch is where it's really at. The location and the surroundings might fool people not in the know, but the fact is, I'm a one man dynamo who gets things done for his clients — and who likes his clients to be very, very appreciative of my efforts on their behalf.

Raunchy Reunion

RAUNCHY REUNION
By Tony Bazan
(Cummin’Up.Vol1.No3.1989)

My roommate-lover Tim didn't want me to go, and it was more than just missing me. "You'll meet one of your old flames," he pouted, "and forget all about me!"

"Not a chance," I assured him, hugging the guy with sincere affection. "Besides, I don't have any old flames back in New York. I didn't even realize I was gay until after I left town."

Private Dick

 PRIVATE DICK

By Richard Hunter
(Cummin’Up.Vol1.No2.1989)

Being a private eye — or a private dick, as my homosexual friends like to refer to me — requires that I be very flexible and fleet of foot, which I certainly was as I vaulted the fence and ran across the lawn to look into the window of the living room from which came the sounds of music, revelry, laughter, the clinking of glasses, and general all around gaiety. Thanks to heavy bushes growing tall in front of the window, what was going on inside wasn't visible from the street — which was a good thing.

Creams Like Old Times

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Men's Night Out

MEN’S NIGHT OUT
By Harry Bancroft
(Cummin’Up.Vol1.No2.1989)

It had been an entire week — an eternity — since I'd seen Sal. But we were going to make up for it. We glided into each other's arms and our moist lips met in a warm kiss. Pulling each other close, we exulted in the feel of our naked cocks rubbing lovingly, one against the other. His tongue slid past my lips and probed my mouth with sensual thrusts. My tongue met his and forced it back into his own mouth. The back and forth movements made my dick want to do the same thing.

Public Toilet mein

Posted by: Nihal

Public Toilet mein...

केविन बहुत ही शर्मीला था। उसे बचपन से उसके माता-पिता ने बहुत लाड प्यार से पाला था। अब वोह १६ साल का हो गया था, कॉलेज जाता था, फिर भी उसकी माँ उसे खाना खिलाती थी। वोह रात को अकेले सोने से डरता था, इसलिए अब भी वोह अपने पिताजी को चिपककर सोता था। उसके पिताजी हरदम उस तरफ मुंह करके सोते थे और रात में धीरे-धीरे हिलते थे। मगर केविन को इसका मतलब नहीं समझता था। उसका छोटा सा लंड भी अब बड़ा हो गया था। कभी-कभी वोह अपने पिताजी से जब लिपटकर सोता तब उस लंड में अजीब-सी शरारतें हो जाती थी। तब वोह उसे अपने पिताजी से और चिपका देता। मगर उसके पिताजी कुछ नहीं बोलते - शायद उन्हें नींद में पता ही नहीं चलता था।

Craig and his 18 yo Nephew Zach

By Richard 

“Come on, you have to have some kind of breakfast. The pan’s hot, I’m going to fix something for Zach and me anyway, I might as well throw on a couple of eggs for you too.”
“Do you know how much fat is in an egg, Dad? I don’t think so.” Chloe picked up her book bag and threw the strap over her shoulder. “Besides, I told Ash that I’d meet her for a coffee at Jitters at 7:30.” I smiled inside. That was Chloe, always had somewhere to go, someone to see. A lot like her mother, I thought.

No Pain, No Gain

NO PAIN, NO GAIN?
By Jon Curtis
(Stroke.Vol4.No1.1984)

Denny swung off the bus at the stop in front of his gym. He was right on schedule: he’d just have time for a quick workout and shower before Tom closed the place for the night at ten o'clock. If no one else was around, Tom might be persuaded to stretch out on the massage table to get his cock expertly sucked for a few minutes and then jacked off to a fine fucking ejaculation. Tom wasn't any beauty. He wasn't very bright and he didn't swing the biggest piece in town — Denny had had a hundred handsomer dicks — but what Tom had he always shoved up high — under Denny's artful masturbation, as if it was something special to behold, and Denny did get a bang out of seeing Tom's thick load shooting wildly into the air, jet after jet.

Hard On Fever

HARD ON FEVER
By Alan Mathews
(Cummin’Up.Vol1No1.1989)

He was a slim but muscular blond guy, maybe about nineteen, a college student, and when he wasn't attending classes he sunbathed on the apartment patio by the pool, wearing a tight, skimpy cloth that hugged his magnificent cock and balls so fervently I could almost count every delicious vein in his big, thick shaft. My fingers itched to touch that bulge. My mouth watered to suck his man flesh into my throat. My tongue longed to lick his hairy balls. My lips parched with the desire to kiss his male body all over, paying particular attention to his nipples and his asshole and his cock and balls.

Safari

SAFARI
By Orlando Paris
(Drummer Issue #14.1977)

The BOAC night flight from London to Nairobi had the hunkiest flight attendant on board I'd ever seen. Lean, tall, with a with-it moustache darker than his sandy hair, he spotted me even before I'd noticed the bulge in his trousers.

"Going with us — pause — Sir?" A dumb question, but I wasn't thinking of that, I'd just noticed the bulge.

Snake

SNAKE
By Bill McLeod
(Drummer #15.1977)

Johnson, suffering by his own design, his red plaid shirt a bit dusty from the road, leaned against the gate unconsciously rubbing his crotch as he stared at the landing prop-jet thinking — no, dreaming, much as he had been dreaming over the past few months — of Snake. An acute longing was relentlessly uncoiling itself in his gut, an unmonitored garden hose with back trouble.

Seventy-Thirds And Eighty-Eights, Good Buddy

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Sand

SAND
By Kurt Kreisler
(Drummer #15.1977)

Victor simply stood beside the deserted highway, the heat waves creating cooling pictures across the desert. His lean legs were spread apart and his hands were in the hip pockets of his jeans as he stood gazing out across the desolation of the New Mexico desert. Even the mountains looked dry and dusty in the distance. He shivered uncontrollably, gritting his teeth. His close-cropped dark hair matted in ringlets across his handsome forehead from the sweat. It was hot . . . god was it hot! What a hell of a place to be stuck!

The Razor's Edge

THE RAZOR’S EDGE
By John Pease
(Honcho.May.1981)

The psychology of S&M always amazes me. Here is a 30 year old man, college educated, employable, capable . . . and my slave.

Of course there's nothing rational about it. It is the twentieth century and emancipation took place long, long ago. There's nothing in the society that encourages it in the least. I have not brought about this situation by means of force or extortion. But irrational or not, It's the reality he lives with.

A once Straight Guy Turned Gay

Michael was a tall, dark haired and well built male. Had never had any doubt he was straight. He had always made fun of guys that were gay, called them all the usual phrases. Michael reguarly masturbated over straight porn however occasionally did look at the gay kind, though he would never endure this himself. He had been with several women, and had done everything with them but sex. He believed that a relationship had to be strong to enter into a sexual kind, and since his experiences with girls had been brief, he had never gone this far.

The Deadline

THE DEADLINE
By Jason Fury
(Honcho.Feb.1982)

My city editor was an ugly sonofabitch.

Yet, to hear some of the reporters giggle and drool over him you would've thought he was Gable, Bogart, Redford and Travolta all rolled up into one humpy stud by the name of Chuck King. Not in my book.

The Sabra

                                                                     
                                             
THE SABRA
By Alexander Le Grand
(Honcho.Feb.1982)

Lieutenant Pat O'Shea, perspiring heavily in the Lebanese afternoon, poked lazily around in the rubble of a bombed out house. Using his ebony swagger stick as a probe, he was hoping to uncover the expensive Omega watch he had lost the day before when his unit had patrolled through the area. Dubliners all, he and his comrades were stationed in this desiccated, unhappy land as part of the United Nations peacekeeping force. This was a day that Pat could have done without, and as he vainly looked for the glint of the gold timepiece in the blinding sun, he mused that he would have been well advised several years back to have joined the IRA when he had a chance. More danger maybe, but a hell of a lot more exciting — and not nearly so hot.

Big Dipper

BIG DIPPER
By Lance
(HIM#13.March.1977)

Harvey never missed going to the fair at Bank Holidays. He regretted the closing down of the fun fair at Battersea, but Hamstead Heath still had plenty of attractions. For Harvey, the attractions were crowds of guy, nearly all wearing tight jeans and trousers, wandering around sometimes in gangs, swearing and whooping it up. The warm weather also meant thin but tight T-shirts were the rule, often with saucy motifs on too.

रोहित भैया और अजय की चुदाई

रोहित भैया और अजय की चुदाई (प्रेम कथा)

सभी दोस्तों को एक बार फिर से मेरा प्यार भरा नमस्कार. मेरी पहली कहानी में मैंने राजेश भैया, करण भैया, रोहित भैया और अजय के बारे में बताया था. मैंने ये भी बताया था की राजेश भैया, करण भैया और रोहित भैया अलग अलग और कभी साथ मिलकर मेरी और अजय/
span> की गांड पूरे २ साल तक लगातार मारते रहे. मेरी ये दूसरी कहानी उस समय की है जब मुझे ये नहीं पता था की तीनो भैया अजय को भी चोदते हैं. ये कहानी रोहित भैया और अजय की चुदाई की प्रेम कथा है.

Real encounter: A "brief" encounter

written by: Wild Orchid, Canada

I use to visit Indore quite often for business trips. On my last trip,
some 3 - 4 yrs ago ( I don't visit Indore any more). I went to this
Mall , I donno the name or where exactly it was.

Go Fuck Yourself

GO FUCK YOURSELF
By Rob Rosen
(Men. Date Unknown – 2004?)

“Greg? Greg Spivey?” asked the man.

Technically no, he wasn’t Greg Spivey, but for some odd reason people were always confusing him with this unknown person. 

“Yes,” answered John, who was not Greg. “I’m Greg Spivey.”

A TOUCHING PENIS TALE-HUMOR

 

Steam Room Fuck Buddies

                                             
STEAM ROOM FUCK BUDDIES
By Robert Stone
(HotMaleReview.May.1986)

I walked into the bathroom at the gym to take a piss and found half the floor covered with a reddish foam. It looked like tomato paste dissolved in dirty sink water; the concoction you get when you rinse a saucepan.

As I pissed, Donald, one of the friendlier instructors, walked in giving me a warm hello. He was naked and dripping wet. Not shower wet but sweaty, steam room wet. I watched him rinse a razor in a steamy flood at the sink.

Chorus Line Cocksuckers

CHORUS LINE COCKSUCKERS
By Malcolm Hoover
(HotMaleReview.May.1986)

It had been a hard night at dance rehearsal. Seven hours of non-stop dancing, doing the same routines over and over again until we got them right and then doing some more. By now my ass was sore from having the strap of my dance belt stuck in my crack all night long. All I could think about was getting home, getting my dance clothes off and taking a long, hot shower. But it seemed that one of the other guys in the chorus line had other matters on his mind.

Bounty Hunter

Luke spent the next week at the Indian village. He was a bit concerned about the layoff and the possibility that Selman might leave New Orleans, but he had to admit that it was Heaven to be able to sleep on a cot up off the ground. So he spent his time taking advantage of the Indians' hospitality. A part of him was also very, very interested to learn more of the beautiful young lad whom he had seen on his first day. He soon learned that the boy's name was Doli, which means `bluebird', and he was just seventeen summers of age; such a lovely name for such a lovely creature. Doli was Kohana's nephew and his father, which was Kohana's brother, had been killed in a skirmish with a neighboring tribe a few years ago and shortly thereafter, his mother had died from fever. Luke spent much of his time watching the youngster and every once in a while, exchanging glances with him. Nothing more than short furtive flirtations, but they served to stimulate Luke's imagination and he found himself lying in his teepee  at night, thoughts of Doli's supple skin and soft lips dancing through his mind's eye. He pictured himself slowly parting the lad's sublime buttocks and positioning his cock at the entrance to that moist, hidden furrow and then…… Somewhere along the way visions of Chen invaded his brain and he was furiously imagining all the things the three of them could do together. The thought of the two beautiful young boys kissing each other and making love to each other's slim bodies while he watched them, and eventually joined in, was almost too much. Luke stroked off his big black spike more than once to those thoughts.
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Center Stage Cocksucker

CENTRE STAGE COCKSUCKER
By David Mills
(HotMaleReview.Jan.1986)

People bombarded the box office as the five minute bell began to toll.

Somehow I knew that if I could make it through this night, I could make it through anything. Ten minutes slowly passed clearing the foyer completely with the exception of two ushers who took their positions outside the theatre doors. At last I could count my ticket sales and head home.

Logan's Project

LOGAN’S PROJECT
By Chris Owen
(From “Bend Over, Big Boy” edited by Kit Zheng. Top Shelf.2008)

The warehouse didn't look any different from the outside, but it wasn't really supposed to. All the work being done was internal, the rustic look of the warehouse being a prime draw in eventually attracting tenants. Logan's goal was to fill the newly refitted space with an interesting mix of people not unlike himself. He was hoping to turn the neighborhood into a trendy spot for the up and coming to live by reclaiming and refurbishing the buildings. With luck, the area would get an injection of desirable people, and the hookers and drug dealers would move a few more blocks west.

Fuck The Foreplay

FUCK THE FOREPLAY
By J.M. Snyder
(JMS BOOKS LLC at Smashwords.2010)

Tory stared at the biology book open on his desk and tried not to think about the time. It was Friday afternoon and he didn't have another class until Tuesday morning, what with the extended three day weekend they got from Fall Break, and he was only reading through the chapter on mitochondria to keep the excitement coursing through his body to a minimum. Three days without classes. Three days without Seth, his roommate, who was even now packing to go home for the short holiday. Three days to himself, finally alone, without the ever-constant presence of someone else in the room, listening as he talked on the phone, watching him type on the computer, always there, always studying . 

Sleazy Sexsheets

SLEAZY SEXSHEETS
By Brian Fisher
(HotMaleReview.Jan.1986)

The local fag rag comes out every other week. I usually pick it up when I go out to dinner with friends, and when we finish eating we sit around and look at all those personal ads in the back. I remember seeing one where the guy wanted someone for heavy S. & M, cock and ball torture, whipping, fist fucking and anything else you can think of, but no fats, fems or redheads. Shit, if you're going to tie a guy up and degrade him what the fuck difference does his hair color make? And, come on, do people really expect to find a lover in a newspaper ad like they'd buy a used washer and dryer? The only real purpose for these ads is sex.

Red Suspenders

Under the fireman's straps, the skin remained white, glowing like moon­light against the red of his sunburn.     C ommercial Street in Provincetown is a nar­row, irregular lane that runs more or less parallel to the town beach. It serves as the main drag, in more ways than one. About four or five on a summer afternoon, when everyone is out shop­ping or promenading, it's pretty hard not to make contact. I was rushing to get to the post office before it closed, when I bumped into someone in the swarm of pedestrians. "So Where's the fire, Jack?" "Sorry, I didn't see you." "Am I that easy to miss?" "No, now that you mention it."

Teach Me

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Save The Date

SAVE THE DATE
By Mark Wildyr 
(Freshmen magazine, June 2008)
Illustration by Michael Broderick

What is it with this "coming out" shit anyway? It took 18 years for me to come out to myself, and only then because this jock cornered me in the upstairs stacks of the UNM library. My stomach dropped nervously but my toes curled in excitement at the sight of the big red dick he wanted to shove into me.

Story: main group mein chuda (mera gang-bang)

written by: horny bottom

main group mein chuda (mera gang-bang)

hi main Ani hu...main 19 saal ka pure bottom hu...smooth & curvy. yeh
baat 2 saal pehle ki hai...maine 2-3 mahine se sex nahi kiya tha...aur
main tadap raha tha lund k liye...wild sex k liye...main apne parents
k saath rehta hu...ghar se der se nikalne par restrictions bahot hai
mere...

PYAR KA DARD ( Love Hurts)

by shash dar-

 I was 22 and knew that I was gay and had a couple of botched up sexcapades but nothing meaty or emotional. It was just wham bam and slurp and oohs and aaahs, not misty eyes, not tingling in the heart or rainbows in the sky. Just plan old sex sex and more sex. I was getting fed up of meeting all the wrong kind of people who just wanted a fuck and then meet again only for sex. Not that it was not fun but that it was only fun and nothing substantial.
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Bus mein Maze ( Hindi Font mein )

बहुत  से  लोग  बसों  में  सफ़र  करना  पसंद  नहीं  करते , खासकर  भीड़  वाली  बसों  में .लेकिन  में  तो  उन्हें  ही  पसंद  करता  हूँ . 

में  दिल्ली  की  ब्लू  लाइन बसों में बहुत से गे से मिला हूँ.मैं भीड़ वाली  बसें ही चुनता हूँ   क्योंकि उनमें  सब  लोग  पास  पास  खड़े  होते  हैं  और  कोई  भी  किसी  को  छू  सकता  है , कहीं  पर  भी !

मेरे अनुभव के आधार से में आपको बता सकता हूँ की एक नए बन्दे को बस में मज़े लेने की शुरुआत कैसे करनी चाहिए: