Date: Sun, 20 Jun 1999 23:05:33 EDT
From: Yanker5@aol.com
Subject: PLACES I'VE SHOT

Places I've Shot
Four True Stories by Yanker5

I confess that I am a jackaholic and take every opportunity to stroke the 
bloke. Anyway, here is a summary of some places that I have dropped seed:

1.  Inside my straight roomies shorts and on his pillow. My college roommate, 
Kurt, a very nicely built semi-hunk, would sometimes spend the weekend with 
his girlfriend. This would give me 2 full days to sleep in his bunk, wear his 
unwashed clothes, hump his pillow and eventually juice-up his shorts. I left 
the pecker tracks as a subtle clue but, sadly, he never complained about his 
shorts or pillowcase being over starched. In fact, he was very pleased that 
his bed was made up so nicely and thanked me for being so tidy. He was a 
horny dude, though, and must have jacked quite a bit as I found several wet, 
cum-soaked tissues under his bunk. Nice souvenirs.

2.  In my neighbors garage. My friend Danny and I were in the attic loft of 
his parents garage when we both felt the urge. We had grown up together and 
had been jacking partners for many years. Dan was a slim Irish dude, greenish 
eyed, dark haired and well proportioned. We were paperboys together and often 
went skinny dipping in the creek and usually had jack sessions in the nearby 
woods. On this occasion, we were retrieving our favorite jerking magazines 
hidden away in the garage loft. We were sitting on several old storage boxes 
enjoying the images and groping our semi-hard cocks, when Danny spied Kevin, 
the young stud who trimmed the shrubs and cared for the lawn next door. He 
was about 20 feet away and we could clearly see him through the octagonal 
window in the loft as he set about his work. On this July day, Kevin was 
wearing cut-offs, a muscle shirt and sneakers without socks. Dan moved closer 
to the window to get a better look while I searched the books for our 
treasured images. When I looked back to the window Dan had his hand inside 
his jogging shorts and was actively stroking his dick. As I moved over to the 
window, I saw why: Kevin had removed his shirt and was doing some chin-ups on 
the neighbors clothes line pole. This showed off his fine physique, rippling 
muscles and obvious lack of underwear. Occasionally, we would get a glimpse 
of Kevin's cock-head peeking out of his cut offs. I could resist no more and 
I dropped my jeans, shorts and all, around my ankles and began jerking to 
this magnificent show. Danny soon followed suit and we both stood at the 
window pounding our pricks as Kevin bounced up and down on the clothes line 
pole. "Nice bod," Danny observed, but I was less interested in talking and 
more in getting off. Finally, as Kevin reached the zenith of his chin-ups, as 
his quivering muscles struggled to achieve his final pull ups, Danny's hips 
thrust forward and he shot a major load on the window sill followed by four 
more short bursts that ended up on his legs and clothes. My cock fired next 
and I creamed a window pane and the wall under the window. I kept pulling my 
tube for as long as Kevin was pulling up on the exercise bar. Eventually, 
after three more spurts on the wooden floor I was dry. Danny and I quickly 
cleaned up and ran over to talk to Kevin as he returned to his chores. He 
must have wondered why we were so friendly and why we patted him on the back. 
We just wanted to leave our boy-spunk calling cards on his sweaty muscle 
shirt!

3.  Inside my lab coat  while sucking a straight guy at work. I was working 
part-time as a lab tech in a small hospital outside of Chicago and our small 
lab often became unbearably hot when the AC compressor kicked off due to 
overload. Our staff serviceman (love that job title) was a gorgeous hunk 
named Jason who would show up whenever we reported a problem. I would often 
venture down to the basement to personally turn in the report just to get a 
glimpse of Jason and his butch buddies (plumbers, electricians, carpenters) 
working on various equipment. I think they all knew my real reasons for being 
there but they were not too unkind as I ran the gauntlet over to the service 
desk. 

I would get comments like "Guess you're hot again, huh doc?" or "Bet you need 
someone to take care of you?" Anyway, I would always fire back clever retorts 
that they actually enjoyed. Like: "You guys know I'm always hot up there" or  
"My machine needs a major overhaul." We would all have a belly laugh and 
things would get taken care of.

Jason really turned me on. He was 6'2" with dirty blonde hair, about 180 lbs 
of all American beef with deeply set, dark blue eyes. He was a former high 
school football jock who had taken this apprentice job right after 
graduation. He would usually show up with his boss and the two would make a 
diagnosis. One of the two would stay to make the repairs. I was always glad 
when it was Jason. I would often go into the cramped air-conditioning closet 
to see what the problem was and to hand tools to him as he worked on the 
overhead, suspended compressor. Very often his cock was only inches away from 
my eager lips as I stood ready to hand up the next tool. Maybe he knew my 
intentions since he would sometimes look down from the ladder and wink. Often 
as he worked on the ailing compressor, I would boldly stroke my cock under my 
lab coat. It is amazingly safe to have your dong completely out and whacking 
under the tent-like lab coat since it is so spacious. The coat even had 
convenient slits on the side so that ones hand could reach in to stroke the 
magic wand. Several times I got very excited by his presence and shot on the 
inside of my coat. In these cases I always made a quick exit to the toilet 
down the hall to mop up my mess. 

One sweltering August, as Jason was servicing the AC, he announced that he 
would be leaving the hospital for a better job across town. "I know you rely 
on me for service, but my cousin Michael will be taking over when I leave," 
Jason slowly explained. I was crestfallen and had trouble imagining what it 
would be like without Jason. As I stood next to his narrow hips, handing him 
the usual tools, I noticed that he was sporting a bigger than usual bulge 
that he would often scratch as he worked. After 5 minutes of such 
intermittent scratching, his cock was hard and actually throbbing under his 
thin workman's trousers. 

Finally, knowing that this might be my very last opportunity, I asked Jason 
if he needed his tool cleaned. Without looking down, he told me to help 
myself. So, as he continued to work on the compressor my hand automatically 
reached up to his burgeoning dick and began to slowly caress his prod. He let 
out a slight moan and told me to keep working at it. Now, he turned around on 
the short ladder, moved down a couple steps and grabbed onto the bottom side 
of the air-conditioner to steady himself. I slowly undid his belt, unzipped 
his fly and pulled down his pants and jockey shorts. His newly freed cock 
jumped skyward and slapped against his shirt. With one hand Jason lifted his 
shirt to his pectorals, revealing a finely developed set of abs and a thin 
line of dark blonde hair extending from his navel down to his pubic area. His 
9 inch, cut cock was throbbing with eagerness and his purple cock head was 
weeping in anticipation. I placed my tongue onto the first dewy drops of 
pre-cum and he moaned "Suck my cock. I want to cum in your mouth." 

I slowly licked the remaining droplets and began taking the thick salami into 
my small mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and firmly pushed further but 
I could only take a couple more inches at this angle. This must have been OK 
since he began a series of short hip thrusts perfectly timed with by head 
bobbing. As we feverishly worked in the close quarters, developing quite a 
sweat, his shirt would sometimes drop back down and he would release one hand 
from his overhead grip to pull it back up. Mostly, though, he grabbed onto 
the ceiling supports to steady his thrusting hip motions as he stood on the 
ladder.

I was also rapidly fisting my own prick with my right hand and wondering who 
would shoot first. After several intense minutes, it became clear that Jason 
was going to win the race. He suddenly tensed, thrust deeply into my throat 
and let out a grunt-like warning that he was going to cum. This was no sooner 
out of his manly mouth, when I could feel the high pressure spurts of his 
warm cum shooting into the roof of my mouth and down my throat. It was an 
enormous load and I was unable to keep up with the stream. Some escaped the 
corners of my mouth, out of my nose and down onto the front of my lab coat. 
This caused me to pull away and step back to catch my breath. Jason had not 
yet finished so he kept pumping his tool and released several more bursts 
onto my face and hair. The cream ran down and became entangled in my 
moustache. As it trickled onto my tongue, I felt that deep down, ecstatic 
tingling that signaled that I would soon also shoot. Jason continued to 
slowly stroke out his remaining pearl drops onto the ladder and floor while 
looking me straight in the eye. As my eyes devoured this incredible spectacle 
on the ladder I furiously beat myself into a colossal climax that coated the 
front underside of my lab coat and ran down to join his spunk on the cool 
cement floor. 

This room was a mess. Cum was all over me, the ladder, floor, Jason's 
underwear and my poor lab coat. As I wondered how to clean up and make a 
dignified exit down the hallway, Jason reached into his tool bag and pulled 
out two clean shop towels. He playfully tossed one over to me, winked and 
told me to clean up my act. It took several more minutes for us to clean 
ourselves and the room reasonably well.

As we walked to the elevator, Jason confessed that he knew all along that I 
had been jacking off under my lab coat. He found it flattering and erotic. We 
shook hands and as the elevator doors closed he mentioned that I would really 
appreciate his cousin Michael's skills. He would put in a good word for me. 
How I longed for the next air-conditioning breakdown.

4.  In a secluded wooded area near a large public lake. Kyle, a jerking pal, 
and I were driving his pickup truck around a large man-made lake south of our 
university campus one Saturday evening looking for a place to be alone to 
jack off near the beach. We had entered several of the seemingly abandoned 
roads to the various beaches only to find other cars parked along the road. 
Most of the windows were steamed up and the partially clothed occupants (some 
straight, some gay) were obviously annoyed by the oncoming lights so we made 
a hasty retreat down the next inlet. 

After checking out most of the avenues, we were resigned to whacking off as 
we slowly drove around the lake. I would often stroke Kyle as he drove the 
truck and he would try his best to jack me without crashing the truck into a 
pine tree. Suddenly, Kyle made a rapid turn into a seldom used parking lot 
and there directly in front of us, under the streetlight, was a really cute 
cyclist leaning against his bicycle and trying to look nonchalant. Kyle 
quickly turned off the truck lights and parked the truck so that it blocked 
the entry into the lot. At first, the bicyclist looked concerned since he 
probably thought we were some of the local tough studs out to beat up single 
guys wandering the beachfront in search of sex. 

We sat in the truck for several minutes and savored the sight: a young 
student, probably 19 yrs or so, tight black riding shorts and form-fitting, 
yellow tee shirt with some logo and a number. He had wavy dark hair, parted 
in the center and was extremely well proportioned but not overly muscular. He 
had the best legs and butt I have ever seen on a guy. Evidently, he cycled a 
lot as his physical condition was quite exemplary. He had removed his helmet 
and attached it to the back of his seat. He appeared to be waiting for 
someone. Although Kyle and I had our cocks out and ready to beat, we decided 
to see if he would care to join us in a three-way.

Kyle and I slowly left the truck and sat on the hood and just looked onto the 
beach to the left of where he was standing. We were about 5-6 yards away from 
him and I could see his rib cage expanding as he took nervous, deep breaths. 
None of us moved for several minutes and it was becoming clear that unless 
someone said something, that the opportunity would be lost. I am somewhat shy 
with strangers, but this guy was just too good to lose to reticence. Finally 
I looked him in the eye and asked him if he wanted to get it on. After a very 
long pause during which he obviously studied both of us to determine if we 
were setting him up for a bruising, he said OK. 

Kyle and I eagerly jumped off of the hot truck hood and slowly moved over to 
his bike. The cyclist mentioned that we should move over to a more wooded 
area since the place was too exposed. We walked maybe 30 ft into the woods 
and into an 8 ft den-like area consisting of grass that had been trampled 
into a comfy nest. Obviously, someone had been there earlier and had spread a 
blanket over the grass. The area was reasonably well illuminated by the 
lights from the parking lot. The cyclist told us his name was Garrett and 
that he was a first-year  engineering student from Wisconsin. He claimed to 
be straight (very exciting, for me) and just needed to get his rocks off. We 
did not waste any more time talking but simply began groping each others 
cocks, rubbing chests, butts and abs. To my surprize, Garrett reached over, 
unzipped by tight jeans and was evidently pleased that I was without 
underwear. 

Getting into his throbbing meat was another story, however, as his cycling 
pants were so tight that I could barely find the entry point. Further 
exploration revealed that he was wearing a riding belt (jock strap). Finally, 
I just dropped to my knees and pulled his riding shorts down to his ankles 
(my favorite disarming tactic) and then slid the jock strap onto the crumpled 
black shorts. The guy pulled his yellow shirt up and over his head, stepped 
out of the black shorts and stood before us in all of his splendor. He was a 
Greek god! Not an ounce of flab, gorgeous abs, well developed pecs, faint 
traces of dark hair outlining the chisled features on his chest and only 
faint traces of hair on his muscular legs. I stood back up alongside Garrett 
and stepped out of my jeans as well. After all, it was only fair.

My buddy, Kyle, was watching this show and obviously getting very hot by what 
he saw as he had taken off all of his clothes and had laid down on top of 
them. He was on his back, legs spread, elevated slightly and slowly stroking 
his cock as he watched Garrett and me undress. Garrett now reached over and 
started massaging my 7 inch rod. He jacked me very slowly, forming an 
increasingly tightening ring as he neared the sensitive underside of my cut 
dick. Electricity ran from my abdomen into my balls and up by cock shaft. I 
expected to see lighting bolts emerge from my rod over to Garrett's  
pulsating tube. 

I began to shiver with excitement and moved closer to this hot hunk. I 
caressed the tight ball sac and applied gentle pressure to his left testicle. 
He said "Yeah, man, squeeze both of them." I complied and began slowly 
massaging both of his jewels  in my cupped hands. As I did so, his rod stood 
to rapidly throbbing attention and started to ooze the first love drops onto 
his maroon mushroom head. I spread the man-juice over his cock head and down 
the shaft as far as it would reach. More appeared and was spread similarly. 
The guy was really hot now and he started humping my fist. I did not want him 
to cum too soon, however, as we had our own plans for this cute stud.

By now, Kyle was tired of merely observing and beating off to this show and 
decided to become more active. He moved over in back of Garrett and began 
encircling Garrett's butt hole with a saliva-moistened finger. Based on his 
increased breathing and low grunts, Garrett obviously enjoyed this but 
withdrew whenever any attempts were made to penetrate his rectum with a lubed 
finger. Too bad, since Kyle had hoped to "really fuck the shit" out of this 
stud. We put Plan B into effect.

I now took Garrett's  cock in my left hand and stroked his 8 inch rod just up 
to the base of the head. As my left hand reached the top of its stroke and 
paused, the palm of my right hand slowly rubbed circles across the head of 
his cock. This really turned him on and he started violent hip thrusts. He 
would involuntarily loosen his hold on my cock during these thrusts but would 
quickly resume after his waves of pleasure subsided. He was jacking me with 
his right hand, pulling my foreskin well over the head of my cock and 
twisting it a bit before making a slow downward stroke. I was really liking 
his handsome ways.

As I looked over Garrett's shoulder, I saw that Kyle had dropped to his knees 
in back of Kyle and had spread both of his cheeks. His face was buried in 
these wonderful buns and he was licking his crack area while trying to suck 
his tight rosebud asshole. A lot of Kyle's saliva was smeared into this 
wonderful crevice and it was having an effect. Garrett was becoming really 
hot, his face, chest and abs were covered in sweat. I could see big droplets 
falling off his body as he gyrated and fucked my fist. I was even hotter and 
again felt that warm, tingly galvanic rush and I knew that I would climax 
under his fine handiwork. He directed several gushes of my cum all over his 
cock and onto his pubic hair. This served as an excellent, exciting lubricant 
and I could now finalize my jerking and rubbing motions while Kyle sucked the 
guys asshole. Finally, he grunted out "Suck my asshole. I'm gonna cum". 

And cum he did: all over my hands, arms and even onto my legs. I thought he 
would never stop. He must have unloaded for over a minute: one major blast 
followed by several slightly shorter ones and gradually subsiding with a slow 
trickle. Kyle, who had been dutifully minding the back of the store, now 
stood up and released his generous load just above the top of Garrett's fine 
butt. He spread the cum down into Garrett's crack and again dropped to his 
knees to sponge up his own pearl jam. Kyle worked away for several minutes 
and Garrett bent over to allow Kyle full access to the orifice.  Finally, 
Kyle managed to slip a cum-lubed finger into Garrett's guts. This really 
turned Garrett on and he now stood up and started jerking himself off for 
another orgasm as Kyle continued fingering his prostate. It did not take long 
until he shot another volley all over my pubic area. I laughed and rubbed it 
into my hairs and along my tight abs.

We were all exhausted and lay on top of our discarded clothes for quite some 
time. Garrett did not want to make out, so he may have been straight. Then 
again, he really did like the ass action. Go figure. We finally got cleaned 
up at the lake, put our clothes back on and came out of our den. We put 
Garrett's bike in the back of Kyle's pickup and dropped him off at one of the 
dormitories on campus. We exchanged phone numbers and we all did meet again 
many more times over that summer. Sometimes we just hung out at the student 
center but mostly we had a jacking good time in the countryside. I'll tell 
you more about this if you're interested.

END

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Let me know how you liked these true stories. I guarantee that all of these 
events took place. I only changed some of the names and disguised the 
locations so that no straights would be offended. This is only my second 
attempt at writing such stories.  As I read over this and other stories on 
this site, my cock really spasms and I often have to take matters into my own 
hands. Let me know if my writing has helped you to get off. Please give all 
the details, now. Happy jackin' from Yanker5!