John had gotten in trouble with the drill sergeant. Again.



“When you’re done cleaning the latrine report to my office,” the sergeant commanded.



“Sir, yes, sir,” John replied. Sarge scared him. He was over 6 foot of solid muscle. His shirts were always tight around his massive biceps. John had seen the sergeant in the shower. He was impressed by the sergeant’s massive, hair covered, chest. He had even sneaked a glance at the sergeant’s massive, uncut cock swaying over his large, hair covered, balls.



John always had to hurry away before he got a hard on.

Now, John had finally finished cleaning the latrine and headed to the sergeant’s office.

The lights were out. But, the door was open a crack.



“Sir?” John called. “Are you here, sir?”



“Come in and close the door, recruit,” John heard Sarge say.



“Yes, sir,” John replied, closing the door behind him.



“Did you do your job, boy?”



“Yes, sir. I did, sir,” John replied. He heard a strange slow, slapping noise.



“Come over here, boy.”

John walked around the desk. He could smell the beer on the Sergeant’s breath. John was surprised to see the sergeant’s massive cock sticking out of his uniform pants.



“You want this, don’t ya boy?”



“Sir. I, uh, I, I don’t know what to say,” John stuttered.



“I’ve see you staring at me in the shower, boy.” The sergeant slapped the palm of his hand with his hard on.



“Yes, sir. I have stared at you, sir.”



“On your knees, boy.”

John dropped to the floor and stared at the massive cock he was now confronting.



“Suck it, boy.” The Sergeant grabbed John’s head and pulled him on to his drooling tool. John opened his mouth and tried to swallow his sergeant’s dick. He gagged when the massive, helmet shaped head, hit the back of his throat.

It was Paul’s first day on the set of his new movie. It was his first major role and he had been given a trailer of his own. He even had an assistant, a young, muscular Hispanic boy. His name was Hector and he hung on every word Paul said.



Paul had a hard time concentrating when Hector was around. He was distracted by Hector’s muscular arms, the way his tight shirt showed every muscle in his deep chest, his impressive basket and the way his skin-tight jeans clung to his ass. 



A sudden torrential downpour one day ended filming and drove everyone undercover.  Paul and Hector ran for Paul’s trailer. They were soaked to the bone when they finally got there. 



“Let me help you out of those wet clothes, sir,” Hector said, reaching for the front of Paul’s shirt.



“I can do it myself,” Paul replied. His cock had already begun to swell as he looked at Hector. Hectors wet clothes clung to his hot body, making him even more appealing to Paul.



“The director will be mad at me if you catch cold,” Hector replied, reaching for Paul’s belt.  Faster than Paul could react, his pants were around his ankles. His swollen cock clearly visible in his jockey shorts. 



All the men in my office are studs. All of them are well-built, masculine men. Almost all of them are single or divorced. Because of the type of business we’re in they all travel a lot. I was one of the few who stayed in the office. One of their favorite topics after meetings is about their conquests on the road. They were always talking about the pussy they got or a hot blowjob they got in an airplane john.



My boss, Ed, was an ex-marine and was built like a brick shithouse. When he would roll up the sleeves on his shirt his arms were covered in thick, black, hair. He also had a shaved head and a big salt and pepper goatee. He often didn’t wear an undershirt and you could often see his hair-covered chest through the thin material of his dress shirt. Lots of times he would have a cigar clenched in his mouth.



If I spent too much time around him, I’d have to go into the john and beat off. I’d always shoot a big load on the stall door as I thought about sucking what I was sure was Ed’s massive cock. 



“John,” Ed said one day, as he came into my office. “you’re coming to my holiday pool party aren’t you?” 



“Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. My dick twitched in my pants as I thought about seeing Ed and the other hot studs in swim trunks.



“Great,” he grinned. “I’ll see you Saturday night then.” 



“Sure thing,” I replied.  Ed left and I immediately went to jack off. 



As usual, I was early for the party. I couldn’t stand being late for anything. 



“John,” Ed greeted me at the door to his large house. He had a robe on that exposed his beefy, hair covered chest. “Come on in. You’re the first one here. Somehow I knew you would be.”



“I thought you might need help with something,” I replied, licking my lips.

“I think you’re wrong,” Mark, my neighbor, said to Bruce as I opened the door.



“Naw,” Bruce replied. “You’re full of shit.” 



“What the fuck you guys arguing about?” I asked, as they came inside. 



“Bruce says it’s easy to spot a queer, cause they’re all sissies,” Mark said. 



“Fuck,” Bruce said. “Everyone knows they’re all fuckin’ hair dressers and shit like that.” 



I laughed to myself. I’m a queer and I’m no sissy. I work construction, ride a motorcycle, drive a big fucking 4X4, hunt, fish, and do a lot of other things “straight” men do. I also love sucking a stiff cock and fucking a hairy ass. I’ve even been known to take a hard pole up my ass on occasion, too. Of course, these two clowns don’t know that. Straight men are so easy to fool sometimes.



Anyway, my two humpy neighbors had come over to spend some time. Their wives had gone away for a spa weekend, so I told them to come over for a couple days of beer, cigars and porn. 

They’re both hot dudes. Mark is Italian. Handsome, dark skinned, and hairy, his delicious looking nips were barely covered by his tank top. Bruce is Nordic looking. A big blond Viking, his massive pecs and arms threatened to rip their way out of his skintight t-shirt.



I knew something about both of them that they didn’t know about the other.  They both secretly taped themselves fucking their old ladies and shared the tapes with me. So I knew that they were both hung like horses and fucked like machines. Their wives sure knew they had been fucked when these studs were done with them. I had beat off many times watching them in action. 



Bill walked through the almost empty mall. When he walked past the mattress store the young salesman looked up at him. He walked back a forth a couple of times and the salesman looked at him every time.



“Hmm,” Bill thought. “He’s a cute young thing.” He felt his cock stir in his pants. 

The salesman seemed to be staring at him.  “What the fuck!” Bill thought. “It couldn’t hurt.” He went into the store. 



“Hello sir,” the salesman said as he came to great Bill. “Can I help you with something today?”



“I’m just looking right now,” Bill replied. He looked the young man up and down and liked what he saw. The young mans black hair was cut short. His blue eyes sparkled in the light of the displays. His shirt clung to every curve of his muscular chest and the bulge in his pants looked inviting. 



“Would you like a demonstration of the sleep system?” 



“Well,” Bill hesitated. “I’m not really looking for a bed right now.” 



“You’re not?” the young man smiled. 



“Well I am looking to use a bed,” Bill replied, reading the young man’s name tag. 


Bill lay down on the bed that Pietro indicated and began to go though his sales pitch. 

Pietro stood by the side of the bed. His bulging crotch was within easy reach of Bill’s hands. 

“How are these beds for sex?” Bill decided to be really bold.



“They're great,” Pietro grinned. He looked at the growing bulge in Bill’s crotch. 



“Good,” Bill said. He was sure Pietro’s already packed crotch was even bigger than it had been. 

“Too bad there’s no way to see for myself,” Bill winked.



“That’s true,” Pietro grinned.



“Do you have a john I can use,” Bill asked. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and his swollen package easily visible. 



“Sure,” Pietro said. “Just go through the door there.”



When he closed the door to the john Bill released his cock. He left the door slightly open. He was sure he wouldn’t be alone for long. 

He thought he heard the gate to the sort sliding down. 

Bill slowly stroked his throbbing cock as he stood over the toilet. 

He saw the door slowly open out of the corner of his eye. 

“Hello son,” Bill turned to face Pietro. His cock drooled in his hand. 



“Fuck!” Pietro exclaimed. “I just knew you had a big fucking cock!”



“You just gonna look at it?” Bill slowly stroked his tool. 



“No sir!” Pietro dropped to his knees and swallowed Bill in one motion. 



“Fuck!” Bill exclaimed as Pietro’s black mustache rushed down his shaft into his bush. 

Pietro fumbled with his clothes as his mouth massaged Bill’s cock. 

“Yeah son,” Bill panted. “Let me see that hot body of yours.” 

Pietro quickly removed his clothes, only releasing Bill’s cock from his hot mouth long enough to get his pants off. 



“You too Sir,” Pietro replied. “Let me see you, too.” 

Bill quickly pulled of his shirt, exposing his hairy and muscular chest. 

“Fuckin’ hot chest Dad,” Pietro exclaimed. He gripped his pulsing meat. 

Bill bent over to remove his shoes and part. 

“Nice ass too, Dad,” Pietro said. 

The next thing Bill knew, Pietro’s tongue was up his hairy man hole. 



“Damn boy,” Bill gasped as he pushed his ass against the young man’s face. “That’s good.” 

Pietro replied by shoving his fat tongue further up Bill’s ass. 

“Oh yeah that’s it boy. Eat my man hole.” 



“Oh Daddy,” Pietro exclaimed. “You taste so fuckin’ good.” 



I was sitting in rush hour traffic when I realized that the young boy in the Blazer next to me was staring at me. He gave me a little smile and a nod. I nodded back. He turned away and said something to the driver. The boy was slim and blondish. It was hard to tell his age. Turning my attention to the driver I saw a big black mustache, a pair of muscular arms and a massive chest. He looked at me and nodded. I nodded back at him, too.

Slow, we edged our way through the dense traffic. The Blazer was getting closer to my Explorer. The boy kept looking from me to the man he was with. The Blazer was now close enough to touch. I could now easily see inside. The driver was stroking a massive dick. The boy slid down in the seat. I could see he was licking the man's heavy, hairy balls. The driver stared at me as we slowly rolled down the street. His hand furiously pumped his cock. Suddenly the boy took the head of the man's cock into his mouth. The man gasped as he shot his load into the boy's mouth. My own dick was hard in my pants as I watched the show.

The boy sat up, licking his lips as he did so. He looked over at me and smiled. The man said something to him. The boy listened to him and turned back to me. "My daddy wants to know if you'd like to get together."

Models for this story are Chris Lee and Robert Feldman from their scene in Real Couples 3.

I met Sam online. He had seen my AOL homepage and thought I might be fun, so he had decided to contact me.

He had also sent me his picture and I had checked out his AOL profile. I, also, liked what I saw and read. Lean and wiry, he looked like someone that I thought I would like to meet.

We talked on the phone and made arrangements to meet at a bar near his home.

I was fifteen minutes early. The bar was empty. Sam was ten minutes early. I liked that.

We sat in the dim light. Knees touching. We kissed. I could feel my cock swell.

He took my hand in his. "Yes, I think we'll have a nice time."

Brian filled the doorway. At 6'4" and 250 pounds of solid muscle, he towered over me at 5' 10" and 185.

"Hello, sir," he rumbled.

"Come on in, boy," I said, closing the door behind him. "I've been waiting for you."

"Yes, sir," he replied. He stood there with his hands behind his back.

"On your knees, boy," I told him.

He followed my orders and dropped to his knees.

"Is this what you're here for, boy?" I took his head and shoved it into my crotch.

"Yes, yes, sir," he stuttered, breathing deep.

I was wearing a jock that I had pissed through and had wiped up cum with. It had a raunchy smell. "Do you like that, boy?"

"Yes, sir, very much, sir," he replied.

My cock throbbed and pulsed in my jeans. I could feel precum soaking into the jock. "Take out my cock, boy."

Brian fumbled with my belt and buttons, but finally my cock was exposed.

"Suck it, boy," I ordered him.

He eagerly swallowed my cock. I could feel the stubble of his beard against my low hanging balls.

"That's it, boy," I held his head still and fucked my cock into his hungry throat.

"You like Daddy's big cock in your throat, don't ya boy?"

He gurgled his agreement as I continued to rapidly fuck his face. My balls bounced off his chin.

"Get out of those clothes, boy," I ordered.

When he was naked I had him stand. I ran my hands over his hard muscled chest. He was very hairy for a 24 year old.

"Very nice, boy," I told him as I examined his hairy ass, his hard cock, and his balls.

"Thank you, Daddy," Brian whispered.

"Do you like my cock, boy?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," he replied. "You have a great body, too, sir."

"Not bad for 56, eh, boy?"

"No, sir, I love your body and cock, sir."

Daniel was having trouble. He just couldn't get the fabric to lie across Neil's body the way he wanted it to. It didn't help that Neil was making him hot. His hard-on made it difficult for him to concentrate.

Meanwhile, Neil had fallen asleep on the platform. His hairy, muscular chest rose and fell slowly. The sheet was draped over his crotch but the outline of his cock was still visible.

Daniel's mouth watered at the thought of seeing Neil's cock when it was hard. His own cock throbbed in his jeans. He could feel a trickle of precum running down his thigh.

Neil moved slightly and the sheet moved, revealing more of his muscular body. His cock began to swell as he slept.

Daniel couldn't concentrate on his drawing anymore. He had to see what Neil's cock looked like.

Neil's cock continued to swell under his covering.

Daniel's cock did, too. He had no idea if Neil was gay or not, but at the moment he didn't care.

Daniel crept up to the platform that Neil slept on. Cautiously, he lifted the sheet covering Neil's swelling rod.

'Damn,' he muttered to himself. He took in the sight of Neil's manhood. It lay against his hairy thigh, his large and hairy balls hung low, hiding Neil's asshole from sight.

Daniel's face inched closer and he breathed deep, taking in the musky smell from Neil's crotch. His cock throbbed in his jeans, threatening to rip its way through the material.

I suppose like a lot of guys, the iron bug bit me in high school. I started lifting as a means of getting bigger for football. Many an hour was logged in the weight room in the quest for strength and size. Even while trying to stay focused during all those hours and all that hard work, it was hard not to develop a fine appreciation for the male physique in all the various shapes and forms that were on display in that sweaty, musky chamber on a daily basis.

My grades didn't qualify me for college, but my competitive nature wouldn't let me sit still. So, after dabbling in bodybuilding for a few years, I settled on power lifting and racked up enough trophies to fill two wall cases. Now closing in on thirty years since high school, my joints have forced me to retire from the contest arena, but I still keep active with regular workouts at Jake's Gym, an old school facility located in the rear of a building with the only access by way of an intimidating dead-end alley. The weights, benches and racks have a slightly rusted hue from the perpetual Pittsburgh humidity, and plenty of dents from the years of brutal and constant use.

As for the owner, Jake, I suppose he's a lot like his gym, a little beat up but at his core, all power. At six foot two, with a salt and pepper beard, bald on top, and muscle upon muscle from years of experience in the iron game, he can be an imposing figure. About five years my senior, Jake has become a trusted confidant and mentor. And to me, he's without a doubt the sexiest man alive. Hardly a night goes by that I don't jack myself to sleep fantasizing about him and waking up with stained sheets. When I'm not at work, I try to spend as much of my free time in the gym, watching his every move out of the corner of my eye. If I could live there, I'd gladly take up residence just to be closer to him. Now, before you go thinking that I'm some sort of stalker, let me relate what happened last Friday night.

I had just finished an all-out balls-to-the-wall workout, looking forward to the upcoming weekend. Jake and I were the only ones left, and after locking up, he began to clean and straighten while I headed downstairs to shower up. Jake had converted a bathroom into a makeshift locker room with a fiberglass shower stall, a few chairs and a used bank of lockers that he had bought from an area high school that had recently upgraded its facilities.

The water was nice and warm as it massaged my aching muscles, relieving the soreness from my iron session. I had just rinsed the soap off when I heard Jake's voice yell out. "Rich, I need you! Right now!"

Startled by the tone in his voice, which was different from the way he yelled during workouts, I quickly turned off the water and debated for a second whether I should try to dress before responding to his cry for help. Instead, I wrapped a towel around my waist and ascended the stairs in my bare feet.

The room was all but dark except for the single row of lights that were left on at night for security purposes. At first I didn't see him when I called out. "Jake, where are you? What's wrong?"

"I need some lovin', that's what's wrong."

I turned to see him standing in the recess of the room that was hidden from the window. Almost spotlighted from the ceiling lamp above, Jake stood totally naked except for the leather boots that he worked out in. His thick chest hair thinned out as it descended toward a patch of pubic hair that surrounded a currently soft but thick and long cock that hung slightly to one side.