Geoff
by Peter
Several years ago, immediately after college, I went to work on a North Sea oil rig as a macho right of passage, before settling into the real world. The life was mostly what it is portrayed to be: Hard work, long days, tough weather and larger than life, hairy-assed guys. There were no women on the rigs at that time; there are now, so I am told. Everything was very macho, and any hint of non-heterosexual tendency met with enough cruel treatment that the poor victims quit in disgrace. It happened to one guy I knew of.
The work life was 14 days offshore working 12 hours a day, followed by 14 days R&R. The days-off were one long orgy of excess, drinking and chasing women. Aberdeen, Scotland, was an oil-boom town at the time, so men outnumbered women, and there was more chasing women than catching them going on. Drinking was a favourite hobby.
On night, about two days after coming ashore, I had been out drinking with my buddies. The bar closed and I was walking back to my apartment in the drizzling rain. It was a little bit after midnight, if I remember correctly. I stopped on my walk to look in the windows of a motorcycle store that I passed. There was a Ducati in the showroom that I lusted for badly.
As I was looking at the bike I became aware that someone was approaching. I turned my head, and saw a guy about my age walking towards me. There was only the two of us on the street. I felt no concern; I was young, strong from working on the rigs, thought of myself as about as macho as it is possible to be, and I was still a little bit drunk.
The stranger continued to approach, and when he was near enough he said, “Hey there, do you know any where I could get a cup of coffee around here?”
I answered, “Not at this time of night, pal. Maybe at the railway station down there, but other than that everywhere’s closed.”
“So, where are you going?” he asked.
“Home,” I replied.
“Mmm,” he said, “that sounds nice. Do you have any coffee there?”
I realized I had been propositioned. I thought for a minute, and then said, “You know, I should punch your lights out right now, shouldn’t I?”
He looked a bit worried, and the apologized: “Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off, but……” He trailed off mid sentence.
“Well, if you want a cup of coffee, I don’t live too far from here, and I’ll give you a cup of coffee. But that’s all!” I heard myself saying. I was almost as surprised as he was!
“Hi, my name’s Geoff,” he introduced himself, sticking out his hand.
“Dave,” I replied, touching his hand like boxers touch gloves.
We walked to my apartment, climbed the stairs, and as I opened the door I said, “OK. Here we are. Cream and Sugar?” the first words spoken since our belated introduction on the street, several minutes before.
The apartment had a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and living room. I pointed Geoff into the living room and went into the kitchen to make the coffee. All the time, I was wondering what the hell I was doing this for.
I handed him a mug of coffee and sat down opposite him with one for myself. “Why did you approach me?” I asked. While in college a guy who lived in the same dorms and was flagrantly queer once told me that I was the one guy he would never dream of hitting on, so I was fascinated as to why Geoff had done so.
“Dunno. Well, you looked attractive, and you were alone, so I though maybe … Oh ... I dunno,” he stumbled. The he looked at me and said, “You’re curious, aren’t you?”
I felt myself coloring up. I was sober now, after the passage of time and the coffee. After a few moments under his gaze I admitted, “Well, yeah, I suppose so.”
He reached out and put his hand on my neck, moving in for a kiss, it seemed like. I said, “Whoa, I don’t know about kissing anyone with a moustache, except maybe my Grandma!” He laughed, stopped moving towards me, but slid his left hand down to the small of my back and began stroking. His other hand moved to my chest and began tickling my nipple through my shirt. This guy was good; I’d never had a chick turn me on by touch so quickly. With a little pressure, he wordlessly suggested we stand up. His hand moved easily around to the front, and, single handed, he undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid down the zipper. My erection was sort of tangled up in my Y-fronts. His hand slid inside, freed my hard-on form its constraint, and began caressing my throbbing dick.
I stood there not believing what I was experiencing. My heart was pounding. I was scared to death that one of my workmates would find out, but at the same time doing nothing to stop the progress events were taking.
Geoff stopped fondling my balls, and one button at a time, undid my shirt. It’s a move I’d done on girls before; now I was being seduced and undressed.
With my shirt open, my jeans unzipped, and my cock exposed, I stood there. “Don’t move,” he said, and walked into the kitchen. I heard him opening and closing cupboards. In a few moments he was back, his own shirt off, and a bottle of vegetable cooking oil in his hand. He set the bottle of oil on a table, and stepped over to begin stroking my chest and groin again. One handed, he undid his own jeans, then took my hand and put it on his cock.
He slipped my shirt off completely, and pushed down my jeans. I found myself helping him kick them off. Somehow, he got rid of his own pants too. The clumsy bit was when we took our socks off. By this time, I didn’t know what exactly was going to happen next, but I knew I was going to do it, whatever it was. Geoff got the oil, poured some in his hand and smoothed them together. He began to work my cock, the oil mixing with the precum. I sank to the floor, and Geoff followed me down, kneeling beside me as he jacked me off. One hand was oiling and massaging my balls, and the other working the shaft, using his thumb to apply a little extra attention to the really sensitive bit where your foreskin attaches. Neither of us were circumcised.
I was fondling his equipment, but couldn’t reach it easily, and I was becoming more and more worked up so I couldn’t concentrate on attending to him.
He realized I was getting ready to come, and he moved his hand from my balls and began sliding an oily finger into my ass. I came like Mount Vesuvius, shooting cum all over my stomach, arching my back and groaning like a porn star. Geoff stopped working my cock, and began rubbing the cum into my skin like it was lotion. He was smiling. “OK …. Good, even?” he asked.
I pushed him over onto his back on the floor, oiled up my hands, and began working him, too. He gave me directions: “A bit more pressure … that’s it ... Not too fast … OK … now, play with my ass … Yes.” Soon, Geoff came, as I had. His eyes were tightly closed and he was breathing short, sharp breaths until, with a release of breath that was almost like a cough, he spewed his load and grabbed my hand to stop working his throbbing, super-sensitive cock as he uttered a series of “Oh – uh – ohhh” panting sounds.
After a few minutes I said, “We’d better clean up,” and I went to get us some towels. We wiped off the cum, and got dressed smiling, but without words.
“I’d better be going,” he said, once he was dressed. “It was fun. Thanks for the coffee”.
“You’re welcome,” I replied, “we should get together for coffee again, some time.” He smiled, touched my shoulder, then left. We never did hook up again.
Now, years later, I’m married, with a sexy wife who loves to fuck. But, every now and again, I wish I could find another guy like Geoff.
First Party
by Paul
First off thanks for the outlet, I have been looking for a site like this. One that I can go to and explore with others even if it is only through the pages and stories. I came across your site a few days ago, and just can’t seem to break away for too long.
About me, I am 28, have been masturbating since I was about 10, and have enjoyed it as much as possible. Now married it is not as necessary, but I still can’t resist a good jerk. The tale I wish to tell is something that happened to me when I was younger. It was my first masturbation session with another person, and one of the best.
I was 16, living with my best friend, and working paying my own way, sort of. We had friends that were older and hung out with them quite often. Well one weekend they were having one big bash and we were invited. Along with about 30 of their best friends. Well as youngsters do, we had a little more than just legal fun there. Alcohol, and weed and a few other things that I was not interested in, so I mainly stuck around the pot room. Well in there were about 3 other guys, and one that I have had a crush on since I met him. He was the perfect man. 6 foot 2 inches of marble like flesh, blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and an ass that sent shivers thru anyone who saw it, even the str8 guys. Little did I know that he was bi as well. Well we spent most of the night, discreetly, flirting with each other. The party lasted till about 2 a.m. Sunday morning and most of the guys decided to head home by way of taxi. Just a few of us stayed behind. To my surprise the stud, whose name is Matt was one that stayed. Well most of us still being a little tipsy or high and all very open minded, the host decided since it was just the most trusted friends around, that a good porn fest might go well. Since we all talked so openly it was known that we all liked to masturbate, and the idea of a good circle had been brought up on several occasions, and this looked to be the perfect opportunity. About 5 minutes into the orgy tape, the host started the “party” off. Pulling off his pants and exposing a nice 8 inch cock, and starting to rub it nice and slow. I noticed that I was not the only one eyeing this nice specimen. Matt had taken to watching the live show too. We then started to watch and tease each other, Matt and I. Slowly rubbing ourselves thru our clothing. I could see thru his tight jeans that he was sporting a nice piece himself. We slowly undressed for each other, removing our shirts I could see that his body was tanned, and very well defined. His massive chest was hairless, his abdomen was a perfect six pack. By this time all the other guys were out and stroking. Four nice smooth bodies and nice young cocks all good in size, but John, the host, so far was the biggest guy. Matt and I were now getting down to our underwear, and wow. His back being turned towards me I could see his nice high tight ass. He slowly turned to face me, and I could now see that John was easily overshadowed by him. I got down to my underwear, and he had a wicked grin when he saw that my cock was leaking precum so that the front of my briefs were about soaked. And we both reached in, and started tugging under our briefs. We kind of ticked a 1 2 3 and then pulled out our cocks. When he pulled out his cock you could have knocked me over with a whisper. Ten inches if it was an inch, and easily as thick as my wrist. His tip was the best part. It was the mushroom type, and looked like it was about to blow right off of his body. Well I dropped my drawers, and exposed my 8 inch cock and we both raced for the finish line. About 20 seconds of good hard pumping and we shot our loads. Well the other guys were obviously watching our little session, seeing as the tape had ended and they were still pumping like mad. One by one they blew their loads and there on the hardwood floor our juices were all mixing. Last to show first to blow we teased about it for the rest of the night, that and our “love making” as they put it. Well this is the first of many masturbation sessions that we enjoyed. And I will soon send in more.
Thanks for giving me a place to share this with others. Till later.
Paul.
