95-M2M Stories

First Contact (Part 3)

a fantasy scenario based on an experience we have ALL had at some time or another

By Mark wonderwhy1955@yahoo.com

From our friends at: http://www.BiMen.org/stories
As I bent over the tub to regulate the temperature of the water Ryan sat on the toilet behind me and played with my ass and my balls between my legs. He was gentle and teasing and it felt great to feel his finger tips glide across my ass and slide slowly down my crack until he gently squeezed my nuts. I obliged by standing with my legs way apart and even bent a little as he slid a finger slowly into my tight ass.

When I was happy with the water I stood upright and missed the feeling of his finger twisting and turning inside me. I lifted him to his feet and just looked at him for a moment. His golden blond hair was mussed and his cheeks flushed from the rabid fucking I had just given him but he damn sure was the prettiest guy I had see in a long time. He smiled and I ran my hand over his goatee and he sucked my thumb as I caressed his lips.

Damn I feel good I admitted and he grinned around my thumb. I feel like I have just been rammed by a freight train he answered and that feels damn good!. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. Our half hard cock gently grazed each other while we embraced and the wet stickiness on both our lower bodies felt great as we rubbed against each other. His strong hands stroked and kneaded my back muscles as he moved up and down from shoulder to ass.

We turned toward each other and kissed. At first gently but then with more passion as we seemed to melt into each other and each of us knew we had discovered something special. With the tub finally full we stepped into the warm water. I knelt in the water and grabbed a clothe and soaped it up. I turned Ryan so that I had access to his perfect ass which was now red and dimpled from the pounding I had given it. I parted his cheeks and could see his wrinkled ass still not closed and weeping the juices I had unloaded into him. I gently wiped and washed his thigh and buns.

Moving to that sweet muscle that had gripped my cock shaft with such strength. Ryan bent forward to lean on each side of the tub. Carefully I moved the soapy cloth on my finger inside him to clean out his passage as best I could. He clearly enjoyed it as my greased finger moved deeper and deeper yet again nothing seemed to satisfy this guy. Cleaning and resoaping the cloth I stood to wash the perspiration and pinkness from his back and chest until finally all lathered and fresh I dropped the cloth and kissed him again. Your turn he said.

He took a tube of shower gel and squeezed it over my shoulders until it ran down my hairy chest and back. His hands moved in broad circular motions to work up the suds. My black chest hair was covered in bubbles and the gel by this time had worked down past my stomach and was running down my thighs. Ryan sat back in the water and ran his hands up the inside of my thighs scooping up the gel and massaging my legs with the soap. He got to my groin and started washing my cock which started to harden again.

His slippery fingers and palms were stroking me and squeezing my balls and working in between my buttocks until he equally worked a couple of fingers inside me. It felt so good I bent my legs a little which opened me wider and he dug in with a smile on his face. Bending my legs also brought my cock level with his mouth and he placed his mouth around my knob and sucked gently while finger fucking me. Bracing myself on my arms I closed my eyes and felt him probe deep inside me at the same time as his wet sweet mouth and tongue excited my piss slit into another copious delivery of precum.

My arms finally gave out and I sank into the warm water facing him. Our legs intertwined we pulled toward each other and hugged and kissed. I could feel that his cock was hard again as well and these two steely beasts met below the water in their own jousting match. As the water cooled we toweled off and finally moved to the bed. I pushed Ryan to fall backward onto the white fluffy sheets and I sat astride his thighs so that I could grip both our cocks in my fists. He put his hands behind his head and watched me as I clutched our cocks together and stoked them as a single unit.

His hairless tanned body stretched long and lean in front of my and I marveled at the beauty of him. Precum from both of us made my grip greasy and lubricated and it felt amazing to have his hot cock meat pressed against mine. I turned on the bed so that we were head to toe in a 69er. Laying on our sides facing each other our mouths took possession of that which we enjoyed so much. Once again his beer can girth filled my throat and I played with his balls as I enjoyed the gentle choking of him filling me. He equally took possession of my cock and his head pumped up and down and he consumed the entire length of me.

It was quickly too much and reluctant to cum again so soon we broke the clinch and moved up on the pillows beside each other. Mark I want to feel my cock inside you buddy he admitted. As excited as I was at the thought of being fucked again after so many years I seriously doubted that I could take suck a massive battering ram. Ryan I would love that too buddy but fuck man look at that thing it is thicker than it is long!!! he laughed, obviously proud of that primitive weapon.

Lets see how you go I think you under estimate yourself. Crazy with lust and terrified at the same time I grabbed the tube of lube that I had kept on the bedside table in the event that something like this developed. I squeezed a heavy dollop onto Ryans fingers and kissed him while he reached between my legs. First one heavily greased finger slipped easily into me, after a few moments a second joined it relatively easily. Ryan continued to kiss me and stare into my eyes to gauge my comfort. Slowly he brought a third into play and I felt myself tighten with nerves and a little pain. easy buddy no hurry he whispered and that helped me to relax and the third finger was soon magically joining the others.

He took much longer with these three to get me accustomed to the intrusion and the feeling of fullness. Soon enough all three fingers were buried full depth in my ass and he slowly moved them back and forth and my mind went numb with this feeling of being possessed by this man totally and completely. A sudden strange emptiness assailed me as his fingers withdrew. Ryan greased his cock and lead me to mount him. Astride his hips on my knees, I held his greased thick pulsing shaft and positioned his big mushroom head against my twitching asshole. Slowly moving down I felt his knob move inside my muscle. I stopped at this intense feeling that was part searing pain and part wonder as my guts slowly opened around him.

I stayed there for a while with Ryan not so much as moving an inch and then slid slowly up and down a little harder and felt the true thickness of him spread me wider than I thought was humanly possible. My breath caught in my throat and I felt like I had been split in two. My first instinct was to bolt off him and do something to close myself again. Just at this point I felt as if I would open and never close again. Then I looked down at Ryan. He was still and looking at my trying to gauge what was going on. Slowly I lifted an inch and then slid down a little harder and suddenly he seemed to be through some portal and I was in this place of complete pleasure and sensation. I slid slightly higher again and then easily down this time and his whole length was inside me.

I sat there still for a moment and couldnt define the sensation for myself in my head. It was this amazing fullness, this completeness. I could quite tell where his cock stopped and I started. I pushed down even a fraction further and clenched my muscles tight around his thick shaft and Ryan moaned with pleasure. Slowly and confidently I started lifting and dropping and Ryan pistoned his hips to match my movements. Before long the initial pain was forgotten and a frantic pace of pounding cock filled my universe. My cock was harder than it has ever been and bounced in front of me dripping a stream of precum onto Ryans belly.

Ryan coated my cock with more lube then told me to climb off him. He lifted his legs back against his chest and I fell on him and buried my cock deep in his ass. Kissing him while I once again fucked him with a madness. Words were beyond both of us and we made guttural grunting noises like animals. I need the feeling of fullness again so I pulled out of Ryan and turned on the bed to offer my ass to him. He curled into my back and slid immediately and this time easily full depth inside me. His arms wrapped around me from behind as his hips banged me relentlessly. His hands were gripping me and gripping my chest as his pounding increased until with a massive thrust he pushed as deep as he had ever gone and blew his load deep within my belly.

I felt the warmth rush up inside me in a torrent and he let out a bellow that was bestial. I lifted him up against the pillows and mounted his chest and placed my cock against his mouth. Gripping the bedhead I pushed fully into his mouth while still feeling his juice dripping from my still relaxed open ass and onto Ryans chest. I shot almost immediately and heard him gagging on the massive load of jizm he struggled to swallow. I had no remorse to keep daring myself into him until I was empty and exhausted. We pulled the covers over us and kissed. All sorts of tastes mixing in our mouths. Ass juice, cum, saliva who knew what else.

The smell of male sex was strong and intoxicating as we drifted off to sleep wrapped around each other but I knew I would want to feel filled by his cock again before I let him go home to his family. I was back in the saddle again and loving it.

You can contact MARK the author directly at: wonderwhy1955@yahoo.com
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THE LAWN BOY

by wonderwhy1955@yahoo.com

From our friends at: http://www.BiMen.org/stories

I stood looking out the window and wondered at the unlikelihood that my life would have taken the path that it did. The sound of mowers in the background and the hot listless summer day made me reflective. Jeff was moving back and forth with my mower across the lawn below me and I could see the sheen of sweat on his smooth young muscles and felt the all too familiar twitch in my cock and balls as I admired his incredible physique in the tight satin shorts that did little to hide his 7″ cock moving against his thighs. Jeff looked up and saw me at the window and waved with a bright toothy smile that caused my cock to swell a little. I dropped my hand from the curtain and squeezed my balls under the towel wrapped round my waist.   I had been business partners with Jeff’s Dad since they had moved in before Jeff was even born His Dad was one of my best buddies and I wondered how he would feel if he knew of the passion that I had felt for his son for so many years. The business was going well and the two families had spent a lot of time together over the years and vacationed together on many a summer. Jeff had always been around the house and the neighborhood – playing with my sons and growing before my eyes. I think that I f ound him the most attractive male that I had ever seen long before he was a man and I should even have these thoughts. I remember summers at the lake when his Dad and I would fish and the boys would go skinny dipping – scaring off every fish for miles. Jeff’s Dad would joke as the young teenagers splashed around near us that his son would have a great life cause he was hung like a horse. Even when he was 14 I would admit that I sneaked looks at Jeff’s generous endowments as his soft young cock hung a good 5″ from his hairless body and I wondered what he would achieve once puberty set in. Other than a few guilty thoughts and some jerking off on my own in the shower, I never did anything inappropriate and in many ways hated myself for my preoccupation with this nice young kid that was so much a part of our lives. I felt like he was one of my own sons in many ways – at least in those years.   I had enjoyed some good M2M action with buddies in college so I was no stranger to the incredible sex that you could enjoy with another man but I had always kept this part of my life separate from my family and had kept my bisexual adventures for my business trips. My resolve that I was just a sick fuck kept me sober when I was around Jeff until something happened when he was 18. Jeff’s parents had gone away and were uncertain about leaving a horny teenager alone in the house. We had keys to each others house so his Dad asked me to keep any eye on Jeff and make sure that nothing happened over there. I was putting the car away late one evening while they were gone and I could hear music belting out from their house so I wandered over to check thinking that Jeff had a party going on. As I let myself into the dark kitchen I could tell that the music was coming from Jeff’s bedroom so I assumed that he had some girl up there and wondered whether it was appropriate for me to interrupt – but I had promised his dad.   I moved up the dark stairs to the upper level and could see into Jeffs bedroom through the open door. I was stunned and frozen in place as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. Jeff was laying on his bed – stark naked – and holding up a glossy magazine whose cover showed a young white guy being fucked by a big black stud. Jeff’s smooth young hairless body was fully visible as was his immense hard curved cock that his hand was aggressively pumping as he moaned and arched his ba ck bring his hips up off the bed. My own cock immediately shot to an erect state in my jeans and I gripped the banister hard as his moans of passion peaked. With one massive grip on his shaft he shot a load of thick while cum that splattered his bare chest and even coated his chin. Three more times a stream of juice blew forth and I marveled at the virility of this young Adonis. I could feel copious precum tracing its way across my shorts as I watched.   Jeff had quickly dropped the magazine as his orgasm finished and now was looking directly at me standing across the dark hall. It took him a moment to realize that it actually was me standing there and he bolted upright on the bed and started stammering apologies as if he was guilty of something. I equally felt incredibly guilty and moved into the room stammering explanation as to why I was there. He was freaked at being caught like this and I moved across to the bed saying that all guys jerked off and it was nothing to be ashamed about. At the same time my eyes couldn’t help but feast on his beautiful body with the sheen of sweat and cum mixed between his small erect brown nipples. The glossy gay magazine lay open on the bed with a picture of a huge erect black cock open for all to see so there was no denying what got Jeff’s juices flowing.   “Are you gonna tell my Dad?” Jeff mumbled now sitting on the side of the bed with his half hard cock hanging deliciously between his parted thighs. “Have you been with guys, Jeff? Is that what you enjoy?” I asked. “No I swear I haven’t. I just wonder what it’s like is all.” I stood there and my cock ached from being so swollen and pushing against the tight denim of my jeans “All guys wonder what it’s like Jeff. It’s a very natural thing for guys to be curious about other guy’s cock” I reassured him as I unzipped my jeans and opened the front at his eye level. I had no underwear on so my rigid cock instantly pushed out at his eye levels as he sat there. His eyes opened as big as dinner plates as my cock, slick with precum, curved in front of his face. I pulled my balls out as well so that they hung outside my jeans. “This is what a man’s cock looks like, Jeff, although yours is impressive I must say”. My cock curves very sharply up against my lower belly and my cock head swells when I am this erect so that the ridge of my head flares to a large mushroom shape. Jeff looked for a moment and then licked his lips and reache d over to grip my hot swollen meat halfway up the shaft. He moved his hand tentatively and then his other hand came across and caressed my balls.   I moved closer to the bed and stood between his widely parted thighs and his jutting cock which had quickly come back to life. He took the tip of my cock between his lips and ran his tongue around the head and found that incredible spot on the underside of your cock head and it was like an electric shock went through me. His mouth wrapped around my pulsing head and I leaned forward and felt my shaft slip into his throat. His hand was squeezing my balls and his hot wet mouth slathered my cock as I pumped my hips and filled his throat. My hands were each side of his head and I c ould feel his ears and his soft brown hair and I pumped deeply into his receptive throat. It was all too much and with a massive thrust that must have entered his chest I threw my head back and moaned as load after load of hot thick cum exploded in Jeff’s mouth.   At that instant I was jolted back to reality as the mower suddenly stopped and I looked down at my fist coated with precum as it had been pumping my shaft while I remembered that night. The first of many nights but Jeff was finished the lawn and would come in for a cold drink. Jeff was now 20 and we had been lovers in every way that a man can be. He continued to want to be with me and to enjoy that passionate relationship that we had. The door opened and I turn ed away from the window with the front of my towel lifted by my erection so that my cock and balls were clearly visible. “Just what I need – a towel” Jeff said as he walked into the room and whipped the towel from around my waist so that I stood naked against the curtain. He wiped his sweaty body as he looked deeply into my eyes and devoured my aroused body with quick glances. “Well you’re certainly ready and raring to go” he said with a smile.   I dropped into an easy chair and watched him as he cleaned himself. His body as he turned and bent over was a marvel to me even though I had explored every inch of it many times. I stroked my cock as I watched him and he would look at me and smile with that look of a lover that knows your every thought. He stood upright and put his thumbs into the waistband of his satin shorts – his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the thick tube of his cock snaking across his thigh and knew that he was as ready as I. Jeff was ALWAYS ready He pulled at the elastic slowly and his cock gradually came into view until with a plop it jumped out of the tights shorts and swung free. After he threw the shorts to the floor he walked toward me gripping his hard member and offering it to my hungry mouth. He instantly pushed it full length into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I reached up and pinched his hard nipples while I sucked him and this caused him to make noises of lust like you have never heard from a woman.   I stopped sucking him for long enough to have him bend over so that we could kiss passionately – he was the best kisser that I had ever known and his smooth young cheeks and probing tongue excited me as much as the rest of his body.  “I love you Mark I really do” and I knew that he meant it as I moved my hands over his smooth back and looked into his hazel eyes from 6″ away. He moved up onto the arms of the easy chair so that his thighs were spread each side of the chair and he was facing me I held my cock as he positioned his incredible young man cunt on the end of my shaft and lowered himself until my 7″ cock was buried with in him We continued to kiss this aggressive passionate male kisses as he started to move himself up and down on my cock by using the back of the chair for leverage. My cock was imprisoned in his tight slick butt and he moaned around my tongue as we kissed. My own hands were between us gripping his cock and rubbing in the hair on my stomach as he squeezed his ass muscles to clench my cock.   Soon I was lifting my hips to push even deeper into him as my balls boiled with hot cum and desire. Jeff’s cock was throwing thick precum to lube my hands that slipped freely along his length as Jeff moved faster and faster. Jeff suddenly broke his mouth free of mine and threw his head back and loudly shouted “Oh f-u-u-c-c-k” as his cock spasmed in my hands and dropped a load of cum over our lower bellies that looked as if a tub of yoghurt had been spilled. This caused his ass muscles to go into spasm and I shot my own load somewhere deep within his belly. I could feel my juices overflowing his tight but t and coating my balls as he continued to move his hips to empty my probing cock.   Eventually he slumped against me with my half hard cock still clenched in his ass. I smeared his cum across both our chests and his back as we kissed and rested until the passion subsided a little. I knew that we would take each other into the large shower stall and clean each other at the same time as we used our hands to excite each other once again. Who would have thought that the passion of my life would have grown up next door – and that I would even get my lawns mowed as part of the deal.

AUTHOR: Mark at wonderwhy1955@yahoo.com

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Wetslave

by Steve

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Does it ever happen to you, that you get bored with things as they are? You know, the I’ve-done-this-before-and-so-what feeling? I get that way, and need to look for something new to excite me; so I had made contact with this guy who wanted a partner to try something new. What he wanted was someone to be completely subservient to him, doing whatever he said…and he meant whatever! We discussed a few things, and I thought it would be ok to try some Saturday when we could get together…provided we would be alone to work this out.

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Well, we set a date and after doing my laundry and having something to eat, I started to get myself together. I decided to take a small enema to empty myself out (since he promised some play with ass-toys), and I took a shower and dressed in clean jeans and fresh underwear. I had my third cup of coffee and set out on the bus to the subway line for the trip to his place. I discovered the weekend schedule wasnt as good as weekday service, and the trip took a bit longer than I suspected. I had waited so long at the subway that I stopped at the stand and bought myself a soda. Soon, I was on the train and zipping along to my destination .. almost the other end of the line.

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By the time I reached the station where Tom was to meet me, the morning coffee was beginning to want out. I looked around for a restroom, but public restrooms are virtually non-existent around here. I was about to climb the stairs to the parking garage to find a secluded spot, when I saw his car … so I walked over and got in. He drove off, asking obliquely if I was ready for the day and all the things we had talked about. I offered as if I were perfectly prepared, that is, if he would remember the rules and not try anything I didnt want to do. I didnt catch it, but Tom said only that he wouldnt do anything to actually harm me.

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By the time we reached his place, I was getting uncomfortable, but didnt really want to say anything…I thought I would just wait till we were inside, then ask for the john. Once inside the door, however, Tom pushed me around against the kitchen counter, grabbed my wrists, and handcuffed me. He turned me around, stared me in the eyes, and said “YOU are now MINE. For the rest of this day… you do what I say, and ONLY what I say. Do you understand?”

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I almost broke into a smile … I mean, I really wasnt ready for this … and I said “OK. Just let me…” His hand grabbed my chin and held my mouth shut, my face toward the ceiling. “When I ask a question, like ‘Do you understand?’, your only words are ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’ — do you understand that?” “Yeah.” “WHAT?” He pulled my jaw down, causing my face to point directly at his. “What did you say?” “Yes, Sir.” “That’s not what I heard, boy… what did you say?” “I said ‘yeah’, Sir.” “That’s wrong, isnt it, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good.”

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I was beginning to follow the scene, beginning to listen and learn what I could do. The brief talk had distracted me from the matter at hand; in fact, I forgot about it completely as he marched me off downstairs to his playroom. There he placed a collar around my neck, clipped on a leash, and attached the leash to a ring in the ceiling. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I could not release myself … an awareness that was suddenly growing on me. He walked slowly around me, reaching for a tit and giving a small pinch…something I could not stop him from doing. His hand also reached down to my crotch and gave a quick grab there, too. “You are my slave for the day…just as you wanted. If you are good, I will take good care of you. If you are not good, I will see to it that you are punished and trained in the proper behavior. You will leave here a better slave than when you arrived. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.”

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I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into…somehow I had envisioned sitting around the living room, talking, then casually pinning my arms–maybe tied with a bandana—then playfully removing my pants and playing with me… I thought it would be some kind of mutual exploring scene. Right now, however, I was trapped. It was not beginning like I expected. I began to think I should protest, talk to him about our agreement, such as it was, and get this day back on track; but I began to wonder if he would really limit me to “Yes, Sir” and “No, Sir” and shut me up from saying anything else. I decided to say something….sort of in line with the scene. “Sir: may i please go to the john before we start this?” He stared at me. “Boy, you speak when spoken to. If you wish to say something, you may ask permission to speak. But you may not just blurt out what you want. Do you understand?” Ok, if that’s the game… “Sir, may I please have permission to speak?” He looked directly at me: “No. There is nothing I need to hear just now.” I didnt think that was true, but decided to wait and see.

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After this brief interchange, he said he had a few things to do yet, in preparation, and that he would leave me alone here for a short while. With that, he went upstairs. At the top, he turned off the lights…and it got real dark. There was only one small window in the room, and it was blocked by bushes outside… Then he shut the door, too, and that ended the meager stream of light down the stairway. So there I was….what I had expected to be a mutual exploration fo a new scene turned out to have me handcuffed and collared, leashed to the ceiling of his basement playroom….in the dark and alone. Damn.

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By this time I really had to piss… not only from the morning coffee but from the soda I had at the subway. I began to think I really should have gone up to the garage before I got into the car…but I didnt expect he would stop me from using the bathroom. Oh, well, when he comes back I will tell him this isnt the way I want to do it and we’ll see if I can get him to change things.

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Shortly the door opened, the light came on, and Tom came back. I started to stay something, but he obviously saw that I was about to speak and spoke first: “You may NOT speak just now.” I stopped … deciding what to do next … and he asked “Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Did I really? Did HE? He sat down across from me, spreading his legs so I had a clear and tantalizing view of his crotch. Somehow the suggestion worked…it reminded me of my own dick. He looked up at me and asked if I still had to piss.

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I said “Yes, Sir”…hoping he would let me go. Instead he just looked at me…then said “You mustnt have to go too bad…I dont see any wet spot on your pants.” Well, I should hope not, I thought! “You’re going to have to convince me that you have to piss.” Does he mean he wants to see a wet spot on my pants in order to know I had to piss? “Uh, this isnt…” “DONT SPEAK!” This last statement was very loud, almost mean sounding. I felt momentarily scared, like there was more inside this man than I had suspected. We just stayed there, staring at each other. His hands were rubbing his thighs, showing me the bulge in his crotch…making me lick my chops wanting to get at it. There was complete silence. It was spooky.

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He began to smile at me, it really made me feel uneasy. He was up to something…and his hands were attracting my attention to his crotch. Then I saw it…a small dark patch…just on one thigh. It couldnt be! I watched closer…he was probably watching me, but I didnt take my eyes off his crotch. It was getting larger! It was what I thought…a wet spot, getting bigger! I know I was staring at it, I couldnt help it…then I suddenly thought of myself and tightened my own control. “Its too late for that, boy…there’s already a little spot there.” (Oh my gosh…did I really do that?) “You do have to go, dont you?” Well, if that’s what it takes…”Yes, Sir.”

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He got up and came over near me…and I was watching his crotch and the spot there…he grabbed my crotch and squeezed…and said he had squeezed out a little more piss. (Oh, I hoped he was wrong…how embarassing!) His hand rubbed his own wet spot, then he brought the wet hand to my face and rubbed the wetness into my nose…yes, I could now be sure, it was piss! What was he going to expect next? Should I stop this right now? Would he let me? I was getting worried… Then he reached down and unfastened my pants and pushed them down to my knees, along with my underpants. I was figuring if I could piss now and shoot over my pants onto the floor without causing too much mess, but he was pulling something between my legs…then up to my waist on one side…It was a diaper! A thick paper diaper with a plastic outer liner. One side was already fastened and he was working on the other! I started to say something, but again, he stopped me abruptly.

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So there I was, standing with my pants to my knees, my crotch covered with a diaper. I probably blushed, but I dont know for sure. While analyzing my feelings, I felt him pull up my umderpants, using them to hold the diaper in place….then my pants, which were zippered with some difficulty because of the thickness of the diaper. But finally I stood there as he wanted me….just as I had come in, but now diapered. It was time to stop this stuff…but he was releasing the leash and allowing me to sit on the sofa with him. Side by side, he started to tell me just what he had in mind…my things (like ass toys, and tit work) and a few of his things (like watersports). He put his arm around me, like an old friend, and told me that the real fun would start only when I had filled the diaper with piss. Really, I didnt see how to stop it, especially if I ever got started pissing.

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Tom got up and sat across from me again, his legs apart, so I could again watch the wet spot. He had a small smile on his face…the last time I saw his face, for my eyes watched the crotch as the wet spot got darker, shinier, and bigger! No doubt about it, he was letting go a load of piss right into his pants! My mouth probably hung open, I am sure my eyes bugged out….I couldnt believe it. I felt a strong urge to piss, thought about fighting it…but then realized I had the diaper… my pants wouldnt get wet like that. Hmm, then how would he know when I did it? Suddenly a little bit of warmth was felt at the end of my dick… a little must have come out and been absorbed in the diaper. I was holding it, but could feel the warmth…and it felt good! He was pissing more now, and I weakened as I watched. Then I felt my crotch release, and the flow of piss gushed. I stopped it instinctively… still feeling it seep into the diaper…around my balls…what a feeling! And I hoped he couldnt tell what I was doing!

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With a big smile on his face, Tom got up and pulled up his pants tight into the crotch…so he could feel all the wetness…then he came over beside me. He reached behind and released my hands, for which I was grateful. He told me to rest a little…he was going to put on a video; and from beneath the TV on the other side of the room, he chose a tape, put it in the player and turned it on. He brought back a couple of cans of soda and sat beside me, legs stretched out to the coffee table, his arm over my shoulder, as the picture began….with a naked cock and the flow of piss into the sand! I soon discovered it was ALL shots of cocks pissing…on the ground, in pants, on chests….I was completely fascinated! I could feel my own ass sitting in a wet diaper…even wetter now as more piss flowed almost not under my control anymore. I could smell the piss from the two of us there on the sofa…and it was indeed a pleasant smell.

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I had forgotten the plans for asstoys and titclips and such…I was happy to have my hands released…and to be watching THIS video. I didnt count how many cocks I saw pissing … until … the doorbell rang! I thought he would just ignore it, but NO…he excused himself and went upstairs…wet pants and all! I heard another voice, then the door closed…and TWO people came downstairs. The friend seem totally unaware of Tom’s wet pants…and looked at me with a clever smile…no doubt sizing up my crotch area….to determine if there was room for a diaper there! He sat on the other side of me…the two surrounding me…and me with my secret diaper. (Oh, I was hoping there wouldnt be any talk of my hidden diaper! I would just die!)

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We continued to watch the video…and Russ…Tom’s friend…put his hand on mu thigh…touching it lightly…then moving slowly up to my crotch…where my cock stood hard inside an unseen wet diaper. I found I couldnt move or say anuthing…I was afraid what Russ would find! He found my hardon…and the mushy diaper…and he seemed to like one or the other..or both. My cock got harder as he worked his hand around the outline of the harder. I really began to hope he didnt mind the diaper!

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Without any warning, Russ got off the sofa and on his knees at my feet. With a gentle but swift and practiced motion he reached for my zipper…unfastend my pants, lowered the zipper and …. with me raising my hips … pulled down my jeans and took them off. I was staring at the TV, trying not to think or look at the sight of me sitting there with my pants off and a wet diaper inside my underpants. Soon Russ was at work on the underpants…removing them so I was sitting there in a wet diaper. If I ever thought about being this way in front of other people, I would die of embarassment! But Tom sat there, watching everything, one hand busily working his wet crotch.

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I could smell the fresh piss from my diaper more strongly now…a heady smell that really sent my mind reeling….and Russ…well, he began to get his head right on my diaper…smelling the concentrated piss…then licking my crotch…his nose buried in my diaper… getting wet from the absorbed piss… I was unable to rationally examine the situation….it was totally unreal..and still very exciting. Russ’s tongue reached inside the edge of the diaper to lap at my balls…a sensation I found completely irresistable! I was squirming when Russ tore open the side of the diaper and stuck his whole head inside…his mouth aiming for my cock! I couldnt beleive it…here was this guy with his head BURIED in my freshly wet diaper….lapping at my cock…and HE was enjoying it..just as much as I was.

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I was so turned on, I couldnt control myself…it took only a few laps of Russ’s tongue to make my hard cock shoot off…cum, this time…. leaving me totally exhausted, both emotionally and physically. I just sat there…staring at the TV, trying not to think about my appearance. Soon Russ declared that I had to be cleaned up, and pulled me down to lay on the floor… He removed my wet diaper, and wiped me off with a baby-wipe…crotch, ass, dick, balls…he cleaned every bit of my wet bottom. Then, he placed a fresh diaper under me…powdered my crotch up with fresh, and perfectly smelling baby powder, then closed the diaper and fastened it. My shirt was taken off, and my sox, and I was left on the blanket on the floor wearing only a diaper. Somehow it all seemed to be logical, and I wasnt the least bit uncomfortable. Then Russ said he had to leave…but first… First, he pulled out his cock, aimed it into my diaper and let go his own load of piss. Damn, I was just cleaned up and now fresh piss….

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I wasnt sure if I really objected, or if I liked it. I stayed there, enjoying the warmth of his piss, while Tom showed him out. I really wondered just what that was all about…I mean Russ did get me off, and I suppose got his jollies….

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Tom came back to the room, still in his wet jeans, and put the rest of my soda into a baby bottle with rubber nipple, and placed it over my mouth … for me to suckle on. Without thinking, I grabbed the bottle and began to drink the soda…figuring out how to work the nipple (it had been a while) and unconcerned about what Tom was doing. He was, it appeared, taking his own turn at my we diaper….smelling closely at the crotch, lapping at the balls…and believe it or not my cock was hard again! I was absorbed in the bottle as Tom worked at my diaper…but my bottle went dry before he was finished…and I guess a real baby would have cried…but luckily Tom realized…. He turned around, straddle my chest, and put his wet jean crotch into my face…and I found it was freshly wet, warm and sweet smelling…. and I very quickly became interested in what was inside the jeans.

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Tom got up, briefly, and took off his jeans, returning to his position with only wet cotton shorts covering his vital crotch. I was able to get my tongue inside the leg band of his shorts and play with HIS balls… getting heady on the wet of his piss. I could feel the base of his hardon and wanted it…oh I wanted it. I was getting ready to shoot again…and ready to attack his cock…when he let go a stream of piss that flowed through the underpants to my chest… and I could feel the warm wet piss stream across my body…Oh man what a feeling…I couldnt believe it. My whole body was sensitized, reacting to this wonderfully sexy feeling.

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I worked harder at his cock…trying to maneuver myself onto this dick…and he cooperated this time by shifting his position so I could take it in. His own mouth ripped at my diaper, opening a path to my cock…his reward. Both of us worked in headdy delight, sucking on the cock, breathing the piss-flavored air…and lost in an erotic oblivion.

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I came again, about the same time as Tom… and nearly collapsed. This was unusual, to say the least, but still one of the hottest scenes I had ever been through. With a loving hand, Tom washed me down, cleaned me up…powdered me…and … would you beleive, put another diaper on me! I knew from the extra sodas I had consumed that I would be pissing again this afternoon, and it was clear I would still have a diaper then. Tom cleaned himself up, and put a diaper on himself too. Then he placed another video on the TV and sat beside me to watch… only this one wasnt about pissing…

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BUSINESS TRAVEL

a fantasy by Mark at wonderwhy1955@yahoo.com

From our friends at: ttp://www.BiMen.org/stories

I was at the end of a two week business trip and was looking forward to being home with my family. As I stood at the large mirror shaving I mused over how the trip had turned out but focused on the sharp blade so that I didnt arrive at this mornings meeting sporting a large cut on my chin. It was therefore disconcerting to feel a large warm hand go up under the towel and wrap itself around my cock at the same time as a pair of moist lips pressed themselves against my bare skin between my shoulder blades. His unshaven cheeks behind me caused my skin to tingle as he kissed me as much as his hard cock that I could feel pushing at the towel stretched over my ass. I put the razor aside and turned round in the strong embrace that circled my waist to look deep into the dark brown eyes of this guy kissing my back. What the fuck exactly is your name anyway? I asked. The dark beard stubble of his unshaven face broke into a smile of gleaming white teeth as he loosened my towel that dropped to the tiled floor and he answered Manny, Mr. Hogan, my name is Manny I felt him rubbing his hard cock against my own now stiffening one and offered Well, Manny, considering what we have been doing all night I think that it would be OK to call me Mark wouldnt you?? I leaned forward and kissed his powerful hungry mouth and thought with surprise that this was a helluva way to finish off this trip.
Last night I had flown into New York fairly late but pleased that it was my last stop before getting home. I checked into the Hotel and didnt have the energy to go out to a restaurant so I ordered a decent dinner and bottle of wine from room service and decided to have a shower to make me feel human. I was staying at the W Hotel on East 39th Street The Tuscany a great Hotel but room service wasnt fast so I was surprised to be drying myself when there was a knock at the door and a muffled Room Service announcement through the door. I quickly pulled on a big thick white toweling robe and opened the door to allow the waiter in with his wheeled cart nicely set up with my meal. I wandered round the room toweling my hair dry as the waiter, who I barely noticed, set up the tabled and covered plates before the large overstuffed arm chair. He asked with a slight Puerto Rican accent Would you like me to pout the wine Mr Hogan? I dropped down into the large armchair and said Sure willing to be a little pampered since I was a frequent visitor to the hotel. He stood to my right pouring the wine and his accent caused me to look at him closely for the first time. He was in his late 20s to early 30s and had that dark wavy hair of so many latinos. His skin was the color of honey and his eyes were chestnut and circled by the thickest longest lashes I ha ever seen on a man. A smile crept over his face while I scrutinized him as he poured and the whiteness of his teeth and the kissability of his lips took my breath away.
This is an excellent wine Mr Hogan. I am sure that you will enjoy it. I tasted it and said It really is very good can I offer you a small taste before you go back to work? His smile grew even wider at the subtle suggestion in my comment and he said I am finished work for tonight so I am free to taste as much as you are willing to share. My meal was now forgotten as he took another glass and poured a little wine for himself. He leaned against the credenza and we reached forward to clink our glasses in a silent toast and I felt his eyes move down the gaping front of my robe. I knew that the dark hair on my chest was well exposed and the hem of the robe slipped easily apart to show my hairy upper thighs beneath the snowy white toweling. As he leaned back with his glass he said You should eat. You must be starving! I answered I am but not for pasta so I reached forward and took his hand and drew him toward me as the wheeled cart was pushed aside. I ran the palm of my hand across the sizeable bulge in the front of his black pants and leaned forward to put my cheek against his heated cock straining at the fabric.
I parted my legs so that he stood between my thighs and this caused the full front of my robe to come lose and fall open. He stood quietly with his hands touching my still damp hair while I opened the front of his pants and I was amazed to find that he had no underwear on. I took out his thick uncut cock and could feel it pulsing in my hand. I slid his pants over his hips and they dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. I ran my hand up the inside of his shirt until my fingers found his hard pointed nipple nested in a thick pelt of curly chest hair. With my other hand I brought his cock to my lips and rolled the foreskin back with my lips as the thick shaft slid into my mouth. His cock must have been 8 long and dead straight but the girth amazed me as my fingers could not meet around the thickness. My jaw ached with trying to get the full length and thick trunk into my throat but as I relaxed it moved more smoothly until his pumping hips soon had him face fucking my full depth. The mat of chest hair that I could feel was not present in his crotch and I realized that his balls were clean shaven, and this made his jutting cock and heavy ball sac all the more prominent and delicious in my mouth. He drew me to my feet and as I threw off my robe he took off his shirt and dropped it with his pants. His chest was magnificently sculpted and hard muscled beneath its thick coating of curly black hair. As I rose in front of him I took time to take each of his nipples between my teeth and he gasped and pushed his hard cock against me as I sucked on his teats.
Finally we kissed and the hot wetness of his tongue pushing aggressively into my mouth was the sexiest thing that I could think of. I held him tightly as we kissed and his hands squeezed and stroked my cock and balls as he explored my now rock hard cock. I parted my legs widely so that his groping hands had free rein and he cupped and gently squeezed my balls as his incredible hands pumped my heated shaft. We fell on the bed and turned into a 69er and we thrashed like two fighting animals as we sucked and licked each other nuts and cock. My tongue found his puckered ass muscle between his buns and the flick of my tongue across its salty surface caused him to moan so loudly that I was sure that it could be heard in the next room. He released my cock from his mouth and moved to grip the bedhead above me so that his parted legs held his man cunt directly above my face. I gripped each buttock and pulled them wide apart so that I had free access to his twitching muscle and I force my thick tongue deep within his hole. This caused him to push his butt hard against my face so that my tongue entered him even deeper. He moved on his haunches and I could see his cock and balls bouncing between his legs and I tongue fucked he and he squealed like a pig swearing in Spanish and moving his buns even harder against my tongue. Suddenly he seemed to relax his sphincter and my tongue licked him and fucked him as I felt his orgasm shoot hot streams of cum over my chest and stomach.
My own cock was so rigid that it was painful and my liberal precum was coating my swollen knob. As he finished shooting he fell back against the bed and I moved on top of him. You fuck better with your tongue than most men with their cocks. How are you with you cock? he asked as he grabbed his legs behind the knees and pulled his hips back against his stomach. I put a pillow underneath his hips and positioned my cum slick cock against his relaxed and gaping hole. I pushed and in one smooth movement my full 7 was buried deep within in him. He was a fuck slut of the first order and his moaning and humping motion started up again immediately and I slid my cock back and forth within him. I would pull back until just the ridge of my mushroom head was at his opening and the push forward until my balls slammed against him. He was pushing back at me with the same vigor that I rammed my cock into him and his hands held my shoulders as I pressed against the back of his thighs each time I entered him. His eyes were half closed and glazed and I knew that the feel of my thick cock slipping along his tight passage was driving his crazy.
It was at that point that I felt a hot rush against my stomach and realized that he had cum again and as I looked down I saw thick ropes of his man juice splattered across my pubic hair. The sight and smell of his fragrant cum was too much for me and with a yell I exploded in his guts and the slickness of my load caused my cock to slip even more freely as I milked myself dry.
So now here I was with my back to the bench in the bathroom and this horny young room service waiter rubbing against me even though, at different times, we must have both dropped our loads at least four times each during the night. His magnificent cock was swollen and blue and he rubbed it in the hair on my stomach. His smile and kisses we more intoxicating than the wine that we had drunk together and his tongue tasted better than the cold meal that we had shared, naked, around midnight. I grabbed the small bottle of lotion on the vanity behind me and dumped its contents on the knob of his cock and massed it along his thick shaft. Then lifting myself on my hands braced each side of me I lifted myself and wrapped my legs around his waist. His greasy cock pole was positioned against my virgin asshole but I knew that I wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by this beautiful man. I leaned back against the mirror as slowly he started gently working his cock length inside me. The marble of the countertop was cold under my butt but the heat of his cock and the pain of his entry stopped me from noticing.
My hands were holding my butt cheeks apart to allow him better entry and with one last push he was in and I felt as if that thick fucking trunk was impaled the full length of my body. As he started moving his hips the feeling changed and I needed him to fuck me hard and to feel his load of hot cum explode inside me. His fingers were pinching my nipples as my head banged into the mirror and my butt slipped on the cold marble with every deep thrust of his cock. My mouth was open in one long silent moan as I discovered what it meant to be fucked for the first time and my legs sagged wider than the cheapest hooker ever to turn a $20 trick. I was pumping my own cock in timing with his rhythm so that it felt as if each deep thrust of his cock went into my own cock.

Suddenly with one deep thrust his cock spewed hot thick cum inside me and I felt excess ooze out and down my crack and onto the bench top. As Matt slowed but while I could still feel his thick tube filling my cock threw a load up and across my chest even hitting my chin with the force of the shoot. Matt leaned forward and licked the pearl of cum off my chin and I reluctantly lowered my legs so that we could shower together and get ready to resume the day.
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