He snuggled closer and reminded me of a purring cat. British Air-
ways, ever cooperative, chose that moment to dim the lights and to
start the in flight movie. I started taking a few liberties with where
I moved my hands, aided by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be
rebuffed as, after all, I was fondling a fella who until a few minutes
earlier had been a total stranger – this was too good to be true! But
I could not help noticing signs that my efforts were stirring up his
hormones; his face looked flushed, his eyes were soft and his pupils
large. My left hand closed over his left thigh. He made no effort to
discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand into a position where I
could massage the slight mound of his crutch straining through the ma-
terial of his jeans. By now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if
they would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly
growing passions.
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He looked nervous and fidgeted when he sat down; he very readily
started chatting. I needn’t bore you with the contents of our chat,
except that I soon persuaded him to move next to me from his aisle
seat, so we could talk easier. He was obviously a bit scared of fly-
ing. It transpired this was only his second long distance flight. Soon
after take-off we hit some unusually bumpy weather; the seat belt
signs came on and Lars wrung his hands and looked scared. Naturally I
put my arm on his thigh to comfort his and he leant his soft, perfumed
blond hair against my shoulder and visibly relaxed. The 747 flew out
of the turbulence but I was glad to find he showed no sign of wanting
me to take my hand away. The meal on a tray came and went and I felt
really strong stirrings in my pants when he snuggled back against me,
until recently a complete stranger. The stewardess brought the drinks
trolley and I persuaded Lars to have a double gin with a bit of tonic
which visibly relaxed him some more.

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made my fantasies flow. I called several times before I found an
ad that sounded good. I called his number and he answered. I’ll
call him M. M. and I talked for over an hour about what I wanted
and what I expected. We didn’t get together until after the third
time we spoke on the phone. I finally agreed to meet him.

I went over to his place in the evening and we sat and talked for
about an hour. Then he put on a “bi” video while we watched and
talked. It wasn’t long before we were both naked and stroking our
now hard dicks. He started playing with my dick while I layback
and enjoyed. Then he wrapped his mouth around my hardon and I was
in heaven. We moved to the floor where he sucked me some more.
He asked me if I wanted to suck him and I said yes.

Slowly at first then with more eagerness I took his manhood in my
mouth and licked and sucked. I tried to take it all but I kept gaging.
We moved into a sixtynine position and I lost all track of time.
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his balls would come to a rest on my nose before his dick would begin
sliding back out. All the while he sucked my hard cock.

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Lars was slim and blond, about 25 I guessed, (rightly as it turned
out), and clearly well endowed in all the important places. He had re-
markably light blue eyes and was obviously in some form of business,
as he had a small patent leather brief case and when he took his coat
off he was smartly dressed in a cotton shirt and white jeans – which
showed his firm, well-shaped figure to good effect. I found out later
that he was Swedish, a junior salesman for an internationally known
cosmetics company, who at short notice had been given a lucky break to
substitute for his boss on a business trip to the USA. His firm but-
tocks thrust out firmly through his thin white denim jeans as he
arched his back to remove his coat and hand it to the stewardess. The
jeans were very tight and showed his well shaped legs to advantage.
But he also radiated something sensual which aroused the first slight
stirrings in my crotch. I realised I was feeling quite horny and in
the mood for conquest, but not in my wildest dreams did I guess what
delights were to follow!

As a frequent jetsetter, I have for long fantasized about this ex-
clusive club, which in reality probably has few authentic members who
have genuinely screwed their way through the stratosphere. How can you
manage to have-it-away on board a crowded airliner? Well recently I
succeeded – and how! This amazing experience happened on the top deck
of a BA 747 heading out of New York for Heathrow, with a beautiful boy
I had never met before.

I had had a hectic day getting my work completed before flying
out, got to the airport late, and consequently was glad to have got
through the airport hassle and slump into my Club Class seat. The top
deck of the 747 has a small cabin which some airlines use for first
class passengers, but many including BA, use for Business Class; there
are only 20 or 30 seats, which gives you the feeling of being in a
small, but spacious airliner. The top deck is reached via a spiral
staircase and you travel cut off from the masses on the main deck be-
low. This flight, luckily, was fairly empty so I was fortunate that
through the lottery of seat allocations, Lars, as he turned out to be
named, took up the aisle seat corresponding to my window seat and no-
body else got seated either between us or in the row on the other side
of the aisle.

Archive-title: Frat Brother First (true story)

(The names and places have been changed to protect the hardly
innocent).
….
My sophomore year at Univ of Illinois I found myself spending
an inordinate amount of time on one of the school-sponsored
bulletin board systems. Through a “computer glitch” (hardly a
glitch, given I was a Computer Engineering major…but I
digress), I ended up in “chat” mode with a guy whose postings I
had repeatedly found interesting. I tracked down where this
boy was signed on, walked up to his terminal, and shocked the
hell out of him when I introduced myself.
….
I saw Mike around campus from time to time that summer and we
occaisionally got together to hit the bars. I can say with
complete honesty that I was oblivious to my own sexuality at
that time, and any interest which Mike may have shown early on
would have flown right past me. The following fall I convinced
Mike to rush and pledge my fraternity. In the four months Mike
was a pledge Mike and I grew to be very close friends.
(Humourously, Mike told me later the reason he pledged was
because he wanted me).
….
That spring a group of 12 of us went to Fort Lauderdale for
spring break. Most of us had visions of spending the week
drunk and picking up women. Since we had 12 people jammed into
a suite with only 6 beds, we always ended up sleeping two to a
bed–not a big deal, though I noticed that Mike and I always
seemed to arrange to be in the same bed. One night after we
had each had a few drinks and the rest of our fraternity
brothers had hit the bars, Mike and I decided we were going to
go to sleep early because we were tired. Mike and I sat up in
bed talking, as we usually did.
….
I was getting really horny and managed to masturbate myself
without Mike catching on to what was going on. Then Mike said
something about feeling very close to me. I told him that I
had never had a closer friend in my life. Mike said that he
was not just emotionally attracted to me, but physically
attracted also. I paused, not knowing quite what to say…he
said so what do you think of that?
….
I said, “you don’t see me getting out of bed, do you?” Mike
and I immediately locked in an embrace, aware that at any
moment the outside hotel room door might open to reveal 10
fraternity brothers…and maybe 3 seconds to get out of a
vulnerable position. Mike hands started roaming down my chest
to my hard problem, and started jacking me off, saying he
wanted to make my problem go away. We worked each others tools
with our hands until we brought each other off (my second time
that night) and had to settle for falling asleep on opposite
sides of the bed..
….
The following night when Mike and I were in bed, I confessed
that I had always wanted to both give and receive a blowjob.
Mike was under the sheets and had my tight whites at my ankles
in a moment. Even though it was his first time, he was
definitely doing OK by instinct. In just a few minutes I could
hold back no longer and really blew a load. Coughing a little,
he said “that wasn’t so bad…it will take a while before I can
swallow it though.” Being the curious one that I was I worked
my way down Mike’s chest, to his hard spot and proceeded to
give my first blow job. It was difficult to not choke on it,
but I loved the flavor and knew I would enjoy doing this again
and again.
….
Mike and I continued seeing each other for another 4 months,
and experienced a variety of firsts in my single room at the
chapter house. I had allegedly gotten a single to take
conquered babes to after parties…though Mike was a babe
definitely worth conquering There were a few occaisions
that he and I basically got caught with our pants down! There
would be an unplanned knock on the door, and we would either
have to pretend there was nobody in the room (a difficult task,
given that there was moaning coming out of the room just
seconds earlier), or hope that we could get our pants on fast
enough to make things seem kosher.
….
Despite a lot of great firsts, after Mike and I broke up it
took me over 2 years for me to accept the fact that I was gay.
I know where he is now though…he’s a great friend, and I’ll
never forget him and my first time.

–

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Archive-name: Samesex/babysit.dis
Archive-author: Mitchell Knight
Archive-title: Babysitting Discovery

This work of fiction may not be published in any form for
commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it as
you wish with the header intact, but don’t change anything.

Babysitting Discovery
Part 1

A cold November wind blew up from the north, catching me against
the right side as I left my house. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my
warm heavy coat and began walking through the thin carpet of white snow.
It was the first snowfall of the year, and, living in the Midwest, I knew
it would be the first of many.
I bowed my head against the unusually strong gusts of wind as I
walked across the street and down the sidewalk a few houses to the
Wallace’s house. The Wallace’s were friends of my parents, and I had been
babysitting for the Wallace’s son, Nick, for a couple of years now.
I enjoyed babysitting for Nick. The kid was really good, and it
earned me some spending money. At 15, I wasn’t old enough to drive or get
a regular job, so babysitting was an acceptable option to me.
Mr. Wallace answered the door when I rang the bell.
“Hi, there, Alex, come on in,” he greeted me warmly.
“Hi,” I answered as I stepped into the warm house.
“Let me hang up your coat for you,” Mr. Wallace offered, shutting
the door.
I shrugged out of the coat. “Pretty cold out there,” Mr. Wallace
commented.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Hi, Alex,” Nick said as he preceeded his mother into the entryway.
“Hey, Nick,” I returned, smiling at the boy.
Nick was a cute little boy of eleven years with short black hair
and sparkling brown eyes. He was an only child who was spoiled by his
parents, but luckily this treatment hadn’t gone to his head and turned him
into a brat.
“Hi, Alex. We’re going to probably be out until 1 or 2. I’ve
left the numbers on the counter if you need to get a hold of us,” Mrs.
Wallace informed me.
“Okay,” I acknowledged.
Mr. Wallace helped his wife into her coat and then put on his own.
Mrs. Wallace kissed her son good-bye and Mr. Wallace said good-bye. Then
the couple left.
Nick and I went to into the front room and watched TV. After a
couple hours of this it was his bedtime. He went obediently upstairs and
got ready for bed. A few minutes later I went and checked on him and
found him snuggled under the covers.
“Goodnight, Nick,” I said and turned off the light.
“Goodnight,” he said.
I went back downstairs and found a bag of chips in the kitchen. I
went back to the front room munching on these and feeling pretty horny.
Lately it seemed like I needed to masturbate at least once a day in order
to get rid of the incredible sexual tension I felt.
I wondered whether Mr. Wallace might have some porno videos I
could watch. I hadn’t masturbated yet that day, and I looked forward to
doing it in the Wallace’s house; it kind of gave it an added thrill doing
it in the house of my parents’ best friends.
There were cupboards on either side of the big screen TV, and I
started going through these. I found some video tapes but all of them
were labelled with the titles to tame children’s movies.
When I reached the top shelf on the left side, I found a shoe box
tucked away in the corner. I brought this out and opened it. There was
on videotape in it. It was marked “Tami’s Birthday Surprise. Love,
Steve.” Tami was Mrs. Wallace and Steve was her husband’s first name.
Disappointed but curious, I took out the tape and stuck it in the
VCR. I couldn’t understand why this tape wasn’t with the others. First I
would solve that little mystery and then maybe I would go upstairs and
look for some porn magazines in their bedroom.
I pushed play and then grabbed the remote. I sat down on the
couch and watched as the video unfolded.
Steve sat on the bed in the master bedroom smiling into the
camcorder as it recorded his image and voice.
“Hi, honey. Happy 35th Birthday. I’ve made a little video for
you. I hope you enjoy it.”
Steve smiled into the camera and then got up and left the camera’s
field of vision. The lights in the room dimmed a little, and then I could
hear some mellow saxophone music begin to play.
Mr. Wallace returned to stand in front of the camera. He slowly
began to grind his hips in time with the music. I felt a distinct
stirring my groin as I realized what was about to happen. The butterflies
in my stomach woke up to flutter slightly as I became excited.
My eyes were locked to the TV screen as I watched Steve peel of
his shirt and toss it off camera. For the first time I noticed how
good-looking he was. He had the same black hair as his son and those
seductive brown eyes also. He was in his mid-thirties so he was still
young-looking, and he had a slim athletic body. His chest was
well-defined without being bulky, and it was smooth and tanned.
Up to this point my fantasies when I masturbated had been vaguely
about a couple of cute guys I’d seen in the shower. A few times I’d
thought about touching their cocks or jacking off with them. Recently I’d
fantasized about sucking on their cocks, but this video made it all more
real. I was getting really hot and worked up.
As Steve slid down his pants, I quickly stood up and frantically
tore off my clothes. I wanted to be naked now! I wanted my body
completely bare with my raging, pulsing dick exposed. It was just me and
Steve in the room and he was doing a sexy striptease for me.
As his pants slid down, his firm white ass was exposed. He was
wearing a red G-string that allowed me to see his full butt. Tiny black
hairs peeked out around the strip of fabric running in the crack of his ass.
I lay down naked on the couch while he stopped out of his pants.
Then he turned slowly to show off the prominent bulge in his underwear. I
couldn’t stand it any longer.
My hand slid slowly down my smooth hairless chest to my abdomen
and then to lightly brush the thick bush of curly brown pubic hair at the
base of my penis. Then, in one swift motion, I lightly grabbed my
throbbing erection. A soft sigh escaped my lips as my hand came in
contact with my highly sensitive member.
I watched as Steve hooked his fingers in either side of the
G-string. My hand went up and down slowly on my erection, sliding the
loose skin and bringing pleasure to my body.
He slowly dragged them down, first revealing his black pubic hair,
and then the base of his penis, and then all of his big cock. It wasn’t
erect which disappointed me. I had hoped I would get to see him erect,
but I was glad to see this anyway.
His pubic hair seemed sparser than mine. It looked as if he’d
trimmed it because there was only a small, short patch at the base of his
penis. I had more hair. His balls were bigger than mind though, and they
hung loose in the hairless sac.
Once he kicked off the underwear, he smiled seductively at the
camera. I felt like he was smiling right at me. Then he approached the
camera. He disappeared then, and I watched as the focus was adjusted to
center on the middle of the bed. He came back into the camera’s view as he
crawled onto the bed. He held a bottle of a clear liquid in his hand.
Sitting down on the bed, he opened the bottle and poured some on
his hand. He began rubbing this onto his chest. I realized the show
wasn’t over yet, and I began to pick up the rhythm of my stroking.
He spread what must have been baby oil all over his chest until it
glistened. Then the next handful ended up on his cock. Putting away the
oil, Steve began to stroke his flaccid member with two slick hands.
I picked up the pace on my stroking as I became more excited by
the solo action on the screen. Soon it was standing proud and shiny
between his legs. It looked huge. It was at least a couple inches longer
than my six inches, and it was also thicker.
As Steve continued his two handed stroking, I realized he intended
to come for the camera. This thought would have driven me over the edge
if I hadn’t jerked my hand away from my erection at that point. I
couldn’t come here and make a mess of the room. I would go in the
bathroom or somewhere where it would be easier to clean up, but right now
I had to finish this video.
My whole body was trembling slightly in excitement and
frustration. My penis begged me to finish it off, but through a
tremendous act of willpower, I kept my hand away.
On the TV, Steve’s pace was picking up. His head began to snap
forward and back as his whole body got into his whacking off. His
slippery hand moved quickly up and down his thick, hard cock.
Soon all his body movements froze except for his hand. His legs
and chest tensed and his head snapped back. He let out a loud, audible
groan as a thick jet of white semen exploded from his purple cock head.
This first thick glob landed on his tan, glistening chest. Then spurt
after spurt erupted from his dick. They rained down on his chest and legs
and on the bed.
He lay there breathing heavily for a few seconds as his erection
slowly wilted. Then he looked directly into the camera and smiled. He
ran a finger through one of the white globs on his chest and brought this
to his mouth. He licked the cum from his finger.
“I bet you wish you were eating this,” he said, smiling.
“Tonight, honey.”
Then the tape ended. I pressed stop on the remote.
“You have a big dick,” a familiar voice said from the shadows at
the doorway.
“Nick!” I exclaimed, scrambling up from the couch while trying to
hide my erection with my hands.
‘Oh, shit!’ I thought. ‘What did he see? And what’s he going to
tell his parents about seeing me like this?’

Part 2

“What are you doing up?” I asked, my fear turning to anger.
“I couldn’t get to sleep. I was cold,” Nick complained.
I buttoned the top my pants and walked over to him. It was a
little chilly in the house I now noticed. The air was cool against my
naked torso. I just didn’t notice it before when I was getting so heated
up.
“What were you watching?” Nick asked. I glanced at him and noticed
his pajama pants were sticking out in the crotch. I wondered if seeing me
on the couch like that had excited him or if his erection was for another
reason.
“You mean you didn’t see?” I asked, feeling one of my concerns
dissolve away.
“No. You turned it off before I could look. I was…I was looking
at you,” Nick answered.
‘Did he blush?’ I wondered. The lighting was dim in the hall we
were talking through, but I could have sworn I saw faint coloration in his
cheeks as he made his admission.
“I was watching something that little kids shouldn’t watch,” I told
him. We were on the stairs now.
“I’m not a little kid,” Nick protested. “I want to watch it.”
“You can’t,” I argued once we were in his room. “Look, let me see
if I can find an extra blanket. Get back in bed.”
Nick crawled slowly under the covers while I went into the hall
closet. I found a thick quilt and brought this back. I threw it on the
bed and carefully tucked it in around Nick.
“There, are you warmer now?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, now go back to sleep,” I said. I started to leave.
“Can I see you dick again?” Nick asked.
“Huh?”
“I don’t get to see hairy ones. Please?” Nick pleaded. “I’ll show
you mine.”
Nick pushed off the blankets and quickly pulled down his loose
pants to expose his cute little boy penis to my eyes. It had gone limp
which I was disappointed with, but it was an interesting change from the
large hairy ones I always saw in the showers at school.
“Okay, now ya gotta show me yours,” Nick said, sliding his pants up
after giving me that quick peek.
I decided to go along with it. I guess it had something to do
with playing fair, and I was also excited by the idea of intentionally
showing him my penis.
I undid my pants and pulled them down to midthigh. My penis was
semihard so it looked fairly impressive.
“I can’t wait ’til my dick gets that big and has hair,” Nick
commented wistfully.
I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. “Not too long now.”
“Really?” Nick asked hopefully, his eyes returning to my face now
that the show was over.
“Yeah. I started growing hair when I was twelve,” I answered.
“I can get a hardon, but I can’t shoot. You can shoot, right?”
Nick asked.
“Yes.”
“If I show you my hardon, will you show me yours?” Nick asked.
This was getting a little out of hand, I began to realize. I
didn’t want to stop it thought because all of this talk was exciting me
again, and I was still horny. I began to wonder how far he would go. I
hoped he would take it to a point where I could get off.
“Yeah, I’ll show mine,” I answered.
Nick got up out of bed and went to his dresser.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a sock.
“This feels good. I gives me a hardon,” he explained.
Nick pulled off his pajama shirt and pants. I could see he
already was a little stiff. He jumped back in bed and laid down. I
slipped out of my pants and went to the other side and sat down next to
him.
He slowly rubbed the sock against his penis. Watching him do this
made me completely hard again. Nick looked over at me and stopped his
rubbing. He pulled the sock away to reveal about four inches of slim
eleven-year-old cock. His size surprised me, but then I remembered his
father’s impressive erection, and I realized Nick was just following in
his father’s footsteps.
“Can I touch it?” Nick asked, sitting up.
“Sure.”
He reached out and lightly touched the head of my cock with his
soft hand. Then he ran it down the front of my shaft without lifting it.
I shivered at the pleasure this gave me.
“It’s so big,” he said as he tried to wrap his small hand around
the shaft.
I just chuckled. If he thought mine was big, he should have seen
his dad’s.
“Touch mine,” Nick suggested.
My index finger lightly touched the slit and then circled around
the top. I ran it down the back of his penis and then took the small,
loose scrotal sac into my hand. I stroked along the inner sides of the
sac with my thumb and index finger.
‘So smooth!’ I thought.
Then I began to slide the loose skin around his penis up and down
with my thumb and first two fingers. His own hand began imitating my
motions. As I stroked his cock, I realized the opportunity to fulfill one
of my fantasies was here in my hand.
“Can I suck on your dick?” I asked.
This request seemed to leave him speechless, but after his shocked
look passed, he nodded.
I knelt between his legs and slowly lowered my mouth onto his
small cock. I was exciting, but I couldn’t say it was doing anything for
me. I sucked on it a little bit, but still couldn’t figure out why I’d
fantasized about this.
Not willing to give up, I took first one and then the other
testicle into my mouth. They weren’t any bigger than jellybeans, and the
skin felt so smooth.
A new idea came to mind: I wondered if I could make him come. I
ran my tongue around the head of his cock.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Good.”
Then I took his cock into my mouth, taking it all the way to the
hilt. I clamped my mouth firmly around his erection and quickly drew back
2to the head. Then I plunged down again. I slowly picked up speed. Nick
seemed to like it because soon his hips started bucking to meet my mouth.
Suddenly his body tensed and his penis twitched in my mouth. I
removed my mouth and looked at him.
“Did that feel good?” I asked.
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I was stretched out on my king size bed, one hand propping up my
head, the other pulling Pete’s head down on my throbbing meat. It
was such a turn on, watching Pete’s head with the long, dirty blonde
hair, bobbing up and down on my dick. We were both 28, both gymaholics,
both 6′1″. His body was smooth. Mine was covered with a light coat
of hair. His dick was a sturdy, solid 7″. Mine was a fat, semi-cut
nine inch monster that he loved to suck on. He was gay. I was married
to a woman, but treasured our monthly session together when my wife
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