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.

1. 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.

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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!