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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Start stroking your cock

Captainmorgan30 — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 01:20:30 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

THIS PAGE NEEDS TO BE FINISHED.

You don't need to rush out of the house, you don't need to rush out of bed and you certainly don't need to rush what you decided you should do first.

Your hand slips into your lounge pants and you get a good hold of your dick. It seems you didn't bother keeping on your boxers last night and the only thing covering you is the thin cloth of these lounge pants. And as you kick the sheets from off your body your hands are already throwing the little you had been wearing into a heap on the floor. Now you've stripped off you stretch again and enjoy the warm and soft bed pressing directly onto your skin. But that's soon followed by enjoying the feeling of your hands pressing into your skin as they slide down your body.

Your hands search out your dick and your fingers scratch under your balls. You almost give a moan as you roll them around with your fingers. Just giving your nuts a good scratch is a wonderful feeling and you have no need to rush so you'll take all the time you need. You pull the sack lightly and this time you do moan as your body reacts.

Your hand moves up and slowly stretches your dick out. It throbs a little and you slowly roll it under your fingers. Semi hard it already feels

You give a loud moan and tense up. Your whole body constricts as you feel your balls tighten. Your dick seems to pulse and then with a final gasp you explode.

Cum erupts from your cock and shoots into the air. It seems to stretch out from you in long strands and hangs in the air. Somehow it feels like you squeeze out another stream of cum before the first one hits you. The blood is pounding in your ears as a third load manages to spray out and covers you.

"Oh fuck,fuck fuck" you moan as you keep pumping your dick hard.

That was fucking great. You glance down your body and it seems like you managed to cover every inch of your thighs, crotch, forearm and midsection.

You breath heavily as you wipe your sticky cum covered fingers down your chest. But your cum landed up there as well, so all you end up doing is smearing your load all over your body.

Stretching out you flex your body and grunt a little. You should get up and shower, then maybe do something fun for your birthday. Or you could turn on the laptop, get some new porn and see if you can shoot another load even higher. After all, it is your birthday and you do want to do something fun to celebrate.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get in the shower]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get online]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Text John

Captainmorgan30 — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 01:00:25 GMT

Captainmorgan30: Created page with 'You throw the towel on the bed and jog downstairs. Snatching up your phone you fumble with the letters trying to text faster than you could. But luckily autocorrect helps you com…'

You throw the towel on the bed and jog downstairs. Snatching up your phone you fumble with the letters trying to text faster than you could. But luckily autocorrect helps you compose a readable message.

"Only just got out the shower, running late. Can we meet in half hour or so".

You carry the phone back up to your bedroom. As you dig out some clothes from your wardrobe your phone beeps again. You pull on a t-shirt and pick it up.

"Sure, see you when you get here. Gives me time to flirt with the sexy bar staff".

That makes you laugh. John is a big flirt, almost as big as you. You know full well that he'd be flirting with the staff, customers and anyone just passing the pub if you were on time or three hours late. Not that you'd mind as chances are you'd be doing the same thing.

You grab up a pair of jeans and pull them on, closely followed by your boots and leather jacket. You didn't bother with underwear as you weren't in the mood. Plus these jeans look better with a nice bulge in them. And you know you're causing them to bulge in just the right way.

You leave the house and walk to the bus stop. You wait the ten minutes for the next bus and you climb on. In another ten minutes you are standing in town and walking down the road to the bar. On the ride over you'd remembered that the street you usually walk down was closed due to a huge amount of building work being done there, so you had instantly turned and gone down the first side street you came across. You pass the various shops and businesses and soon find yourself outside the Black Bear Pub.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Enter the pub]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go back to sleep

Captainmorgan30 — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 00:12:45 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You roll over and tightly pull your sheet around you. Everything else can wait for a while, you're still to sleepy and hung over to get up right now. Closing your eyes again you sigh and relax. Within two minutes you are in a deep dreamless sleep.

After two hours or so you wake up again. Even after such a short nap you feel much better than you did. The headache is gone and so has the queasy feeling. You give a slight sigh as you face up to the fact that you can't bounce back from a wild night like you used to. Another reason to feel bad about getting older.

But you can't wallow in self-pity all day. You stretch out, rolling your shoulders and flexing your arms and legs wide. It might be Saturday but you can't spend the whole day in bed. It's time for you to get up and do something. But what are you going to do first?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shower]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Have breakfast or rather lunch since you slept so late]]
*[[Your Queer weekend Adventure/Stay in bed and stroke your cock]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Shower

Captainmorgan30 — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 00:10:39 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You go into the bathroom and start up the shower. You casually pull off your t-shirt and kick off your lounge pants. And as you turn to enter the shower you glance in the full length mirror next to it. And something catches your eye.

You stare opened mouthed for a second in shock. How you missed it until now is a mystery. Perhaps you were so hung over it just didn't register with you until now. Maybe you just secretly didn't want to admit it to yourself. You touch it lightly thinking it might be a fake or a mistake or even just a dream.

Nope that fuckers real.

You got a bloody great big ring in you. A big silver ring is just hanging there off your ...

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Nose]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Nipple]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Lower]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Play with your dick ring

Captainmorgan30 — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 00:09:59 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

As if there had been any choice in what came next. You're a guy with a hard cock, internet porn, an empty house and some free time. Obviously you'll end up playing with your dick.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Afternoon]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search the messages on my phone

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 14:31:42 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You check the text messages from last night, scroll back on your twitter feed and search the pictures on your phone.

And find nothing.

You didn't tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing, at least not with your phone. And you can't imagine the guys from work coming with you to get jewellery in your cock head so you must have done it when you were by yourself. Well that didn't help. So you can search your clothing for any clues or you can search online for some information on what you need to know when you get your dick pierced.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search my jacket pockets]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Google the words cock ring]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search the messages on my phone

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 14:29:39 GMT

Captainmorgan30: Created page with 'You check the text messages from last night, scroll back on your twitter feed and search the pictures on your phone. And find nothing. You didn't tell anyone where you were go…'

You check the text messages from last night, scroll back on your twitter feed and search the pictures on your phone.

And find nothing.

You didn't tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing, at least not with your phone. And you can't imagine the guys from work coming with you to get jewellery in your cock head so you must have done it when you were by yourself. Well that didn't help. So you can search your clothing for any clues or you can search online for some information on what you need to know when you get your dick pierced.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search my jacket pockets]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Goggle the words cock ring]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Walk to the alley

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 14:20:10 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You go down the narrow alley and past the old tiny shops that crowd the cool shadowy path. The alley branches off once or twice to lead into small courtyards and loading areas that are tucked behind the shops but you ignore these and carry on. You walk out of the other side of the dark alley and into the sunlight again. You go left and start to make your way around the side streets. Twisting this way and that you almost forget where you are as you walk down the little roads and back lanes. But soon you are on the main road again.

A few minutes later you find yourself standing outside the Black Bear Pub.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Enter the pub]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 13:55:21 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You wake up slowly. Your head is pounding, a strange dry taste is in your mouth, there's a queasy feeling in your gut. All of these can only mean one thing.

You had fun last night.

Last night a few friends from the factory took you out for a drink after work as it's your birthday today. But you don't quite remember everything. The guys from work bought you a round or two of beers. And then you went to that club and had a few shots. And then someone told you to try a certain whiskey brand they had up on the shelf. The last thing you remember is holding a bottle of vodka and a straw and someone betting you couldn't ...

And that's all you remember. The rest of the night is a blur. You're slightly surprised you somehow made it home.

But here you are, waking up in your own bed. The only thing that seems out of place is the fact that you seem to be wearing a loose t-shirt and even looser lounge pants in bed. Usually you just strip to your boxers or get naked. But it's hardly the worst way you've woken up after a party. It also proves you came home alone. Cause if you'd found a guy to come back with you ... well you sure as hell wouldn't be wearing anything at all.

But here you are, slumped in bed all warm and cosy. In fact it's so nice you feel your eyes begin to close again. Every part of you still feels tired and you could easily fall asleep again. But only one thing seems to be stopping you from doing that. You've woken up enough to realise you have an itch.

Your slip your hand under your t-shirt and scratch your belly. That helped, but it's not the only place that needs attention. You slide your hand lower and into the top of your lounge pants. The thick hair curling up from your crotch scrapes across your hand as you scratch lower. You can feel the base of your cock just under your fingers and you slide your hand down a bit more and you scratch yourself harder. You make sure you press down on your dick to get the blood flowing and you give another sigh as it starts to swell slightly from your actions. The itch is gone but now you have a different sort of need growing.

It's Saturday morning so at least you don't have to rush to work. So what will you do?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go back to sleep]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get out of bed]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Start stroking your cock]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Google the words cock ring

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 03:14:39 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You need to learn the difference between cock rings and dick piecing.

What started as a simple google search for information ended up with you looking at pictures of dicks (seriously, the one time you weren't looking for porn). Perhaps searching on google images was a mistake but ... well what's done is done.

After you scroll down a few pages and checked out a few of the guys, you check out a few of the links. The first one sends you to a video site with a list of film clips. You can't help but watch a few, the first one being something called "Bound & Gagging" about a policeman who's tied up and gang-banged. You downloaded it to watch again later.
The next link sends you to a webpage about the different types of cock rings and what they can be made from. You spend a while reading about that. And then you read a few of the "real life storys" on a forum about guys who've slipped on rings and how they helped them to fuck harder.
You try a third link but all that tells you is that there's a punk band called Cock RIng. And some of the songs were quite catchy.

In short all you learn from this searching is that you should buy yourself a cock ring as soon as you can. It makes your package look huge and keeps you hard for longer. Not that you need one right now. Your dick is so hard its become a large throbbing monster on its own. In fact you're so hard it's easily raised your new ring up into the air. Maybe you should have put some clothes on after your shower but you were busy trying to find out a few things. But now you've gotten a little more used to it you rather like your new ring.

Your looking at it right now. The precum makes the silver glisten and you can't help but slide your fingers over it slowly. It seems somehow warm to the touch but also cool. Your dick gives a bob as it bounces along with your heartbeat.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Play with your dick ring]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Play with your dick ring]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Tell him to come home with you for a good fuck

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 03:02:28 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You slide around the edge of the room hoping he won't see you. You slowly make it within a few feet and pause as you watch him. He's been distracted as he was fiddling with his new phone (probably trying to learn how to use it) but he's just tucked it back into his pocket and is looking up and towards the door. You hold your breath and wait for him to see you.

But he doesn't. Just as his glance was about to get to the door, and possibly you, his attention was caught by something smashing. He turns the other way and watches the barman swear and duck down to pick up the remains of the glass he just dropped. You quickly take the last few steps and find yourself standing behind Johns chair without him knowing.

John picks up his pint and as it touches his lips you know there won't be a better opportunity than this. You lean down and as you draw level to his ear you say seductively "Fancy coming back to my place so I can fuck you hard".

John almost spits his pint out as he jumps with surprise but within a second he starts to roar with laughter as he turns to look at you. It's a long standing joke, or perhaps competition might be the better word, between the two of you on who will be the first to make the other laugh at something raunchy.

"Come on, you know I've got a huge dick. And I'll let you ride it as much as you want" you say as you sit down at the other chair.

John laughs again and pushes the second pint over to you. "Happy birthday you dirty fucker".

You take a sip of the pint. You knew saying that would help you win this time. You didn't know why but he always laughed if you could surprise him with the offer of a good fuck. It was just one of those things that made him laugh, and you take advantage of it when you can.
But it's not quite a lie when you say it is it. He's a good looking guy. And he spends most of his free time in the gym so his body is solid and bulges with muscle. And those gym shorts of his has quite a bulge in them as well. And from what you've seen in the gym locker room ... well if he ever said yes to you for real you'd have a hard time saying no. Mainly cause your mouth would be full of his cock within a second.

Not that anything will happen as John is totally straight (you knew that right?).

The two of you start talking and catch up on whats been happing in your lives. You tell him what you remember about your night out and he reminds you about some of the crazy things the two of you had done on nights out.

In no time you both finish your drinks. You stand up to get you both another round but as you take a step towards the bar you feel your dick start to ache as the drinks you had last night start to flow though you. You can hold out and take care of it later but the mens is right over there.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go take a piss first]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go get another pint]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Shower

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 02:58:17 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Enter the pub

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 02:56:51 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

As you enter the pub you look around. Almost at once the first person you see is John. He's somehow managed to grab a free table in the busy pub and already has two pints waiting on the table.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go sit down next to him]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Tell him to come home with you for a good fuck]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Eat breakfast

Captainmorgan30 — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 02:54:14 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You staggerer down the stairs and into the kitchen. Flicking on the coffee machine you sit at the table and drop your head onto the tabletop. Your still to hung over and tired to deal with things right now so you simply sit and wait for the coffee to be ready.

After a while you smell the sent of the coffee brewing and head it running down into your cup. You lift your head and stagger over to the machine. You poor in some sugar (or rather a lot of sugar) and drink it down in almost one go. Placing the cup back into the machine you hit the button again for another cup. The caffeine jolt hits you and you feel like your head is starting to clear. At least now you feel more awake. You then manage to make some toast that you eat while you drink your second cup of coffee.

In fact toast is all you have to eat. A quick look in your cupboards reveals you haven't got anything else here. So I guess you better go to the supermarket and get some food. Or will you put it off and do something else. Your phone is still beeping and you could do with a shower.

* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check phone]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go have a shower]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shopping]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search my jacket pockets

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 23:59:34 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You go back into the hall and start searching the clothes you were wearing last night. Making your way from one item of clothing to another you check everything, even the inside of your socks. But there is nothing there, your trousers and the pockets of your shirt are empty. Your last chance is the suit jacket that's now crumpled up in heap at the bottom of the stairs.

The chance of you finding something is slim, almost non-existant, but you have to do something. You've started to panic a little as you feel the heavy ring slap against your thigh as you move around. You have no idea how to look after this new fashion item and the last thing you want is for it to get infected and have your dick fall off. It would just be your bad luck to have that happen to you.

But today luck seems to be on your side. Tucked into the inside pocket of your jacket is a small bit of paper. It turns out to be a receipt. And this is a big clue since it lists "(1) silver ring. (1) Cock piercing" as the bought items. At least you went to a proper piercing business and didn't try doing it yourself.

The best part is that there is an address listed at the top of the receipt. But should you go there? They might tell you how to look after it, but on the other hand they are the ones who helped a drunk man stick a needle in his dick in the first place. I bet you could find all the information you need on the internet just as easily.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go to the shop]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Google the words cock ring]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Stay to watch the workmen for a minute

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 23:55:34 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You let your eyes linger on the men for a moment.

Some are lean with abs and pecs, others have slight beer guts padding out huge powerful muscles. Some are freshly shaved (and not just on their faces) while others have a few days worth of stubble. They range from the inexperienced but willing twenty-something new guy to the older more practical fifty year old who knows where everything fits and just what to do with it. And almost all of them were shirtless. It wasn't even that hot, just mildly warm, but their job made them sweat hard. And that sweat made each man strip off his shirt to help him cool down.

Oh they still wore those yellow safety vests but they were so thin and small they hid nothing from view. In fact all it did was highlight all of the bare flesh on show.

And it was quite a show. Everywhere you looked workmen seemed to be bending over in baggy jeans that dipped lower than their arse. Men heaved heavy pipes and equipment up into their arms and made their muscles bulge as they strained. The guy passing near you reached down and scratched his dick, but his jeans were so worn and old the fabric clung to every curve of his crotch as his hands touched it. And from the look of it you're not the only guy here without any underwear.

But your attention is drawn away from the working men to the small group of men were standing on the corner talking. They must have been on a break as they had stripped of their hard hats and yellow vest and were just standing in work boots and jeans. Except the one guy who was wearing shorts, and they were showing off his huge hairy thighs. What made it an even better show was the fact that as they would take a drink from their water bottles they'd then spray a stream of the cool water onto their faces and down their chests. Each man was now dripping wet and rubbing water over his body.

You could stay here all day watching these guys.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Walk to the alley]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Keep watching the men]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Walk to the alley

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 23:44:50 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

As fun as this is you do have somewhere to be.

You go down the narrow alley and past the old tiny shops that crowd the cool shadowy path. The alley branches off once or twice to lead into small courtyards and loading areas that are tucked behind the shops but you ignore these and carry on. You walk out of the other side of the dark alley and into the sunlight again. You go left and start to make your way around the side streets. Twisting this way and that you almost forget where you are as you walk down the little roads and back lanes. But soon you are on the main road again.

A few minutes later you find yourself standing outside the Black Bear Pub.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Enter the pub]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shower

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 22:06:03 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You get up and leave your bedroom. As you step out into the hall you almost trip on your discarded trousers. In fact everything you wore yesterday is now spread out along the floor of the hall and seems to continue down the stairs. It seems you couldn't wait to get changed last night and simply stripped down as you came up to bed. But your something of a pig, so you just leave the clothes where they've fallen and you simply go into the bathroom to shower.

You strip off without thinking twice and as you turn on the shower you glance at yourself in the full lengh mirror that's near you. You don't look bad for your age and, apart from the hangover, you feel good today. Feeling a little vain you check out your arms and flex them. Not bad, that time spent at the gym is paying off. Plus working out gives you an excuse to stand there watching the other guys pant and sweat in ripped open t-shirts and tiny shorts that hide nothing.

To be honest that's the main reason you go.

You scratch between your hairy pecs and give a grin as you move your hand over to rub along your nipple. Unable to resist you give it a little pinch and you grin again, but this time as you remember the last time they were squeezed so tightly. It was a few days ago when you had that guy come over and he ... you stand for a second replaying the highlights of that evening in your head as your fingers start to twist your nipple slowly.

Since you're in such a good mood now (that's man code for feeling horny) you think about having a little fun in the shower. But before you step into the shower you know where you want to look next. Your eyes can't help but look ...

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Lower]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check phone

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 22:04:02 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Where exactly is your phone?

You give a sigh of relief when you find it on the small table by the front door. Your also pleased to see your wallet and keys sitting next to it. It seems you emptied out your pockets here last night before you started stripping off your clothes as you walked around the house.

The phone gives another beep and buzz as it receives another message. You pick it up and check who's sent you a text. It tuns out your a popular guy today, your phone has quite a few messages on it. In fact there are so many your not sure where to start. You scroll up and down the screen trying to decide what one to read first. Finally you click on ...

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check first message|Check first message]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check random message|Check random message]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message|Check last message]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Run like hell

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 22:00:56 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You yank on a pair of jeans and snatch up a t-shirt. Your in such a rush you don't even bother grabbing a pair of boxers. Pulling on some socks and, with more blind luck than planning, you manage to find your boots and leather jacket. Grabbing your wallet, keys and phone from the hall table you run out of the house and down the street.

You arrive at the bus stop a few seconds before the next bus is due and you catch your breath. Good job your reasonably in shape or you'd have never made it on time. You fire off a text to John saying you are on your way and you hit send as the bus pulls up. The trip only takes ten minutes, if that, and you step off the bus ready to sprint down this street to try to get to the bar on time. But you don't. Because the whole street is closed off. You had forgotten that they had started some major renovations in this part of town and there is no way past. You'll have to go down the small alley over there and then go across the narrow side streets. It'll take another minute or so to go that way but if you hurry you'll arrive on time.

The other reason you don't immediately rush away is that the sun is out and it means most of the workmen in the street are now shirtless.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Stay to watch the workmen for a minute]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Walk down the alley]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Start stroking your cock

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 21:54:03 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You don't need to rush out of the house, you don't need to rush out of bed and you certainly don't need to rush what you decided you should do first.

Your hand slips into your lounge pants and you get a good hold of your dick. It seems you didn't bother keeping on your boxers last night. All that was between you and a bit of fun is the thin cloth of these lounge pants. And you quickly push them down and kick them off you as you throw the bedsheets off you. Looking down you scratch under your balls and slowly stretch your dick out.. It throbs a little and you slowly roll it under your fingers.

You give a loud moan and tense up. Your whole body constricts as you feel your balls tighten. Your dick seems to pulse and then with a final gasp you explode.

Cum erupts from your cock and shoots into the air. It seems to stretch out from you in long strands and hangs in the air. Somehow it feels like you squeeze out another stream of cum before the first one hits you. The blood is pounding in your ears as a third load manages to spray out and covers you.

"Oh fuck,fuck fuck" you moan as you keep pumping your dick hard.

That was fucking great. You glance down your body and it seems like you managed to cover every inch of your thighs, crotch, forearm and midsection.

You breath heavily as you wipe your sticky cum covered fingers down your chest. But your cum landed up there as well, so all you end up doing is smearing your load all over your body.

Stretching out you flex your body and grunt a little. You should get up and shower, then maybe do something fun for your birthday. Or you could turn on the laptop, get some new porn and see if you can shoot another load even higher. After all, it is your birthday and you do want to do something fun to celebrate.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get in the shower]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get online]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get out of bed

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 21:40:12 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You decide you should get up and do something, even if you do feel a bit shit. But then again it's your own fault for drinking so much. You swear to yourself that you'll never do it again knowing full well that you said the exat same thing the last time this happened. Rolling out of bed you stagger out of your room only to find the clothes you were wearing yesterday are scattered down the hall and stairs. It seems you couldn't wait to get to bed and simply stripped off as you came upstairs. You decide to leave them there as, secretly, your a bit of a pig. Stepping over the clothing you get to the top of the stairs and pause.

You could try to eat something, maybe a lot of coffee and some toast. Or, sniffing under your pits, you might decide to go shower first. Getting clean might start you feeling more human. You pause as you hear your mobile phone beeping. It seems someone is texting you.

So what will it be?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Shower]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Eat breakfast]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check phone]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 19:14:09 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

"Hi, I'm going to be five mins late. See you there" you read.

It confuses you for a second. Who'll meet you where? The sender is just listed as an unknown number. It must be a wrong number so you decide to ignore it.

You put the phone back down as the other messages can wait till later. You go back upstairs and decide to jump in the shower. As you start to soap yourself up you can't help but think about that message again. Mysterious phone messages are not what you usually think about while rubbing your hands over your naked body but for some reason it seems important but ... you can't quite place why.

And that's when it comes back to you in a flash. John, one of your oldest friends, is meeting you for a birthday drink this lunchtime. You don't recognise the number because his old phone, that he'd had for years, finally died. But he'd surprised everyone by replacing it with a brand new smart phone. And it had come with a brand new phone number. Quickly you wash all the soap off your body and leap out of the shower. Grabbing a towel you roughly dry yourself as fast as you can.

It's become a tradition for the two of you to go get a drink together on each others birthdays. Usually you would meet up in the evening but this year you agreed to meet for an early drink as it was a Saturday and John was working tonight. Neither of you has missed one for ... you think for a second, almost six years. And then John only couldn't make it as he had broke his leg and was still in hospital waiting for the x-rays to show up. You can't miss this for anything.

After wrapping the towel around your waist you go back into your bedroom to get ready. But first you need to know how much time you have you have before you have to leave. As you spin the alarm clock around you hope that somehow you've made a mistake and it's not as late as you think it is.

DAMN IT!

It's not as late as you think it is, it's even later than that. You've got to get dressed, get into town and get to the pub within fifteen minutes. But John did say he was running late himself, maybe if you text him back you can arrange to meet a little later.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Run like hell]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Text John]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 19:07:09 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

"Hi, I'm going to be five mins late. See you there" you read.

It confuses you for a second. Who'll meet you where? The sender is just listed as an unknown number. It must be a wrong number so you decide to ignore it.

You put the phone back down as the other messages can wait till later. You go back upstairs and decide to jump in the shower. As you start to soap yourself up you can't help but think about that message again. Mysterious phone messages are not what you usually think about while rubbing your hands over your naked body but for some reason it seems important but ... you can't quite place why.

And that's when it comes back to you in a flash. John, one of your oldest friends, is meeting you for a birthday drink this lunchtime. You don't recognise the number because he just broke his old phone and had to have it replaced with a brand new smart phone. And it had come with a brand new phone number. Quickly you wash all the soap off your body and leap out of the shower. Grabbing a towel you roughly dry yourself as fast as you can.

It's become a tradition for the two of you to go get a drink together on each others birthdays. Usually you would meet up in the evening but this year you agreed to meet for an early drink as it was a Saturday and John was working tonight. Neither of you has missed one for ... you think for a second, almost six years. And then John only couldn't make it as he had broke his leg and was still in hospital waiting for the x-rays to show up. You can't miss this for anything.

After wrapping it around your waist go back into your bedroom. As you spin the alarm clock around you hope that somehow you've made a mistake and it's not as late as you think it is.

DAMN IT!

It's not as late as you think it is, it's even later than that. You've got to get dressed, get into town and get to the bar within fifteen minutes. But John did say he was running late himself, maybe if you text him back you can arrange to meet a little later.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Run like hell]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Text John]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 19:05:42 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

"Hi, I'm going to be five mins late. See you there" you read.

It confuses you for a second. Who'll meet you where? The sender is just listed as an unknown number. It must be a wrong number so you decide to ignore it.

You put the phone back down as the other messages can wait till later. You go back upstairs and decide to jump in the shower. As you start to soap yourself up you can't help but think about that message again. Mysterious phone messages are not what you usually think about while rubbing your hands over your naked body but for some reason it seems important but ... you can't quite place why.

And that's when it comes back to you in a flash. John, one of your oldest friends, is meeting you for a birthday drink this lunchtime. You don't recognise the number because he just broke his old phone and had to have it replaced. And it had come with a brand new phone number. Quickly you wash all the soap off your body and leap out of the shower. Grabbing a towel you roughly dry yourself as fast as you can.

It's become a tradition for the two of you to go get a drink together on each others birthdays. Usually you would meet up in the evening but this year you agreed to meet for an early drink as it was a Saturday and John was working tonight. Neither of you has missed one for ... you think for a second, almost six years. And then John only couldn't make it as he had broke his leg and was still in hospital waiting for the x-rays to show up. You can't miss this for anything.

After wrapping it around your waist go back into your bedroom. As you spin the alarm clock around you hope that somehow you've made a mistake and it's not as late as you think it is.

DAMN IT!

It's not as late as you think it is, it's even later than that. You've got to get dressed, get into town and get to the bar within fifteen minutes. But John did say he was running late himself, maybe if you text him back you can arrange to meet a little later.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Run like hell]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Text John]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message

Captainmorgan30 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 19:04:15 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

"Hi, I'm going to be five mins late. See you there" you read.

It confuses you for a second. Who'll meet you where? The sender is just listed as an unknown number. It must be a wrong number so you decide to ignore it.

You put the phone back down as the other messages can wait till later. You go back upstairs and decide to jump in the shower. As you start to soap yourself up you can't help but think about that message again. Mysterious phone messages are not what you usually think about while rubbing your hands over your naked body but for some reason it seems important but ... you can't quite place why.

And that's when it comes back to you in a flash. John, one of your oldest friends, is meeting you for a birthday drink this lunchtime. You don't recognise the number because he just broke his old phone and had to have it replaced, and it came with a brand new phone number. Quickly you wash all the soap off your body and leap out of the shower. Grabbing a towel you roughly dry yourself as fast as you can.

It's become a tradition for the two of you to go get a drink together on each others birthdays. Usually you would meet up in the evening but this year you agreed to meet for an early drink as it was a Saturday and John was working tonight. Neither of you has missed one for ... you think for a second, almost six years. And then John only couldn't make it as he had broke his leg and was still in hospital waiting for the x-rays to show up. You can't miss this for anything.

After wrapping it around your waist go back into your bedroom. As you spin the alarm clock around you hope that somehow you've made a mistake and it's not as late as you think it is.

DAMN IT!

It's not as late as you think it is, it's even later than that. You've got to get dressed, get into town and get to the bar within fifteen minutes. But John did say he was running late himself, maybe if you text him back you can arrange to meet a little later.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Run like hell]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Text John]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Google the words cock ring

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 20:39:36 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shower

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 20:29:25 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You get up and leave your bedroom. As you step out into the hall you almost trip on your discarded trousers. In fact everything you wore yesterday is now spread out along the floor of the hall and seems to continue down the stairs. It seems you couldn't wait to get changed last night and simply stripped down as you came up to bed. But your something of a pig, so you just leave the clothes where they've fallen and you simply go into the bathroom to shower.

You strip off without thinking twice and as you turn on the shower you glance at yourself in the full lengh mirror that's near you. You don't look bad for your age and, apart from the hangover, you feel good today. Feeling a little vain you check out your arms and flex them. Not bad, that time spent at the gym is paying off. Plus working out gives you an excuse to stand there watching the other guys pant and sweat in ripped open t-shirts and tiny shorts that hide nothing.

To be honest that's the main reason you go.

You scratch between your hairy pecs and give a grin as you move your hand over to rub along your nipple. Unable to resist you give it a little pinch and you grin again, but this time as you remember the last time they were squeezed so tightly was a few days ago when you had that guy come over and he ... you stand for a second replaying the highlights of that evening in your head as your fingers start to twist your nipple slowly.

Since you're in such a good mood now (that's man code for feeling horny) you think about having a little fun in the shower. But before you step into the shower you know where you want to look next. Your eyes can't help but look ...

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Lower]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go back to sleep

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 20:13:26 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Your Queer Weekend Adventure

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 19:56:51 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go back to sleep

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 19:51:40 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You roll over and tightly pull your sheet around you. Everything else can wait for a while, you're still to sleepy and hung over to get up right now. Closing your eyes again you sigh and relax. Within two minutes you are in a deep dreamless sleep.

After two hours or so you wake up again. Even after such a short nap you feel much better than you did. The headache is gone and so has the queasy feeling. You give a slight sigh as you face up to the fact that you can't bounce back from a wild night like you used to. Another reason to feel bad about getting older.

But you can't wallow in self-pity all day. You toss the sheets aside and sit up. You stretch out, rolling your shoulders and flexing your arms. It might be Saturday but you can't spend the whole day in bed. It's time for you to get up and do something. But what are you going to do first?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shower]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Have breakfast or rather lunch since you slept so late]]
*[[Your Queer weekend Adventure/Stay in bed and stroke your cock]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Tell him to come home with you for a good fuck

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:56:10 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You slide around the edge of the room hoping he won't see you. You slowly make it within a few feet and pause as you watch him. He's been distracted as he was fiddling with his new phone (probably trying to learn how to use it) but he's just tucked it back into his pocket and is looking up and towards the door. You hold your breath and wait for him to see you.

But he doesn't. Just as his glance was about to get to the door, and possibly you, his attention was caught by something smashing. He turns the other way and watches the barman swear and duck down to pick up the remains of the glass he just dropped. You quickly take the last few steps and find yourself standing behind Johns chair without him knowing.

John picks up his pint and as it touches his lips you know there won't be a better opportunity than this. You lean down and as you draw level to his ear you say seductively "Fancy coming back to my place so I can fuck you hard".

John almost spits his pint out as he jumps with surprise but within a second he starts to roar with laughter as he turns to look at you. It's a long standing joke, or perhaps competition might be the better word, between the two of you on who will be the first to make the other laugh at something raunchy.

"Come on, you know I've got a huge dick. And I'll let you ride it as much as you want" you say as you sit down at the other chair.

John laughs again and pushes the second pint over to you. "Happy birthday you dirty fucker".

You take a sip of the pint. You knew saying that would help you win this time. He always laughed if you could surprise him with the offer of a good fuck, but neither of you know why this makes him laugh.
But it's not quite a lie when you say it is it. He's a good looking guy. And he spends most of his free time in the gym so his body is solid and bulges with muscle. And those gym shorts of his has quite a bulge in them as well. And from what you've seen in the gym locker room ... well if he ever said yes to you for real you'd have a hard time saying no. Mainly cause your mouth would be full of his cock within a second.

Not that anything will happen as John is totally straight (you knew that right?).

The two of you start talking and catch up on whats been happing in your lives. You tell him what you remember about your night out and he reminds you about some of the crazy things the two of you had done on nights out.

In no time you both finish your drinks. You stand up to get you both another round but as you take a step towards the bar you feel your dick start to ache as the drinks you had last night start to flow though you. You can hold out and take care of it later but the mens is right over there.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go take a piss first]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go get another pint]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check phone

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 02:08:00 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Where exactly is your phone?

You give a sigh of relief when you find it on the small table by the front door. Your also pleased to see your wallet and keys sitting next to it. It seems you emptied out your pockets here last night before you started stripping off your clothes as you walked around the house.

The phone gives another buzz and a beep as it tries to alert you to the message you've received. You pick it up and check who's sent you a text. It seems your a popular guy today. Your phone has a few messages on it. In fact there are so many your not sure where to start. You scroll up and down the screen trying to decide what one to read first. Finally you click on ...

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check first message|Check first message]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check random message|Check random message]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message|Check last message]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 02:03:02 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

"Hi, I'm going to be five mins late. See you there" you read.

It confuses you for a second. Who'll meet you where? The sender is just listed as an unknown number. You shrug and put the phone back down. It must be a wrong number so you decide to ignore it.

You go upstairs and decide to jump in the shower. As you start to soap yourself up you can't help but think about that message again. And that's when it comes back to you. John, one of your oldest friends, is meeting you for a birthday drink this lunchtime. You don't recognise the number because he just broke his old phone and had to have it replaced, and it came with a brand new phone number. Quickly you wash all the soap off your body and leap out of the shower. It's become a tradition for the two of you to go get a drink together on each others birthdays. Neither of you has missed one for ... you think for a second, almost six years. And then the only reason he couldn't make it was that he had broke his leg and couldn't move.

Grabbing a towel you roughly dry yourself and after wrapping it around your waist go back into your bedroom. As you spin the alarm clock around you hope that somehow you've made a mistake and it's not as late as you think it is.

DAMN IT!

It's not as late as you think it is, it's even later than that. You've got to get dressed, get into town and get to the bar within fifteen minutes. But John did say he was running late himself, maybe if you text him back you can arrange to meet a little later.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Run like hell]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Text John]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure

Captainmorgan30 — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 01:46:09 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You wake up slowly. Your head is pounding, a strange dry taste is in your mouth, there's a queasy feeling in your gut. All of these can only mean one thing.

You had fun last night.

Last night a few friends from the factory took you out for a drink after work as it's your birthday today. But you don't quite remember everything. The guys from work bought you a round or two of beers. And then you want to that club and had a few shots. And then someone told you to try a certain whiskey brand they had up on the shelf. The last thing you remember is holding a bottle of vodka and a straw and someone betting you couldn't ...

And that's all you remember. The rest of the night is a blur. You're slightly surprised you somehow made it home.

But here you are, waking up in your own bed. The only thing that seems out of place is the fact that you seem to be wearing a loose t-shirt and even looser lounge pants in bed. Usually you just strip to your boxers or get naked. But it's hardly the worst way you've woken up after a party. It also proves you came home alone. Cause if you'd found a guy to come back with you ... well you sure as hell wouldn't be wearing anything at all.

But here you are, slumped in bed all warm and cosy. In fact it's so nice you feel your eyes begin to close again. You give a slight sigh as you stretch out and flex your arms and legs. Every part of you still feels tired and you could easily fall asleep again. But only one thing seems to be stopping you from doing that. You've woken up enough to realise you have an itch.

Your slip your hand under your t-shirt and scratch your belly. That helped, but it's not the only place that needs attention. You slide your hand lower and into the top of your lounge pants. The thick hair curling up from your crotch scrapes across your hand as you scratch lower. You can feel the base of your cock just under your fingers and you slide your hand down a bit more and you scratch yourself harder. You make sure you press down on your dick to get the blood flowing and you give another sigh as it moves slightly as it swells from your actions. The itch is gone but now you have a different sort of need growing.

It's Saturday morning so at least you don't have to rush to work. So what will you do?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go back to sleep]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get out of bed]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Start stroking your cock]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Tell him to come home with you for a good fuck

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:54:25 GMT

Captainmorgan30: Created page with 'You walk over, lean down and say seductively "Fancy coming back to my place so I can fuck you hard". John almost spits his pint out as he roars with laughter. It's a long standi…'

You walk over, lean down and say seductively "Fancy coming back to my place so I can fuck you hard".

John almost spits his pint out as he roars with laughter. It's a long standing joke, or perhaps competition might be the better word, between the two of you on who will be the first to say something raunchy to the other.

"Come on, you know I've got a huge dick. And I'll let you suck it as much as you want" you say with a smile.

John laughs agan and pushes the second pint over to you. "Happy birthday you dirty fucker".

You sit down and take a sip of the pint. It was easy for you to win this game. All you had to do was tell him how much you wanted to fuck him and he'd laugh. Not that anything will happen as John is totally straight (did I tell you that?). But it's not quite a lie. He's a good looking guy. And he spends most of his free time in the gym so his body is solid and bulges with muscle. And from what you've seen in the gym locker room his jockstrap has a huge bulge in it as well. If he ever offered for real ... well you'd have a hard time saying no. Cause your mouth would be full of his cock.

You stand up to get you both another round but as you take a step towards the bar you feel your dick start to ache as the drinks you had last night start to flow though you. You can hold out and take care of it later but the mens is right over there.

Do you:

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go take a piss first]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go get another pint]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Enter the pub

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:36:54 GMT

Captainmorgan30: Created page with 'As you go in the first person you see is John. He's somehow managed to grab the only free table and has two pints waiting on the table. Do you: *[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure…'

As you go in the first person you see is John. He's somehow managed to grab the only free table and has two pints waiting on the table.

Do you:

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go sit down next to him]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Tell him to come home with you for a good fuck]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Walk to the alley

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:34:39 GMT

Captainmorgan30: Created page with 'As fun as this is you have somewhere to be. You go down the alley and make your way around the side streets. A few minutes later you find yourself standing outside the Black Be…'

As fun as this is you have somewhere to be. You go down the alley and make your way around the side streets.

A few minutes later you find yourself standing outside the Black Bear Pub.

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Enter the pub]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search my jacket pockets

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:27:02 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You go back into the hall and start searching the clothes you were wearing last night. Making your way from one item of clothing to another. There is nothing in your trousers or in the pockets of your shirt. Your last chance is the suit jacket that's now crumpled up in heap at the bottom of the stairs.

The chance of you finding something is slim, almost non-existant, but you have to do something. You've started to panic a little. You have no idea how to look after this new fashion item and the last thing you want is to get infected and have your dick fall off. It would just be your bad luck to have that happen to you.

But today luck seems to be on your side. Tucked into the inside pocket of your jacket is a small bit of paper. It turns out to be a receipt. And this is a big clue since it lists "(1) silver ring. (1) Cock piercing" as the bought items. At least you went to a proper piercing business and didn't try doing it yourself.

The best part is that there is an address listed at the top of the receipt. But should you go there? They might tell you how to look after it, but on the other hand they are the ones who helped a drunk man stick a needle in his dick in the first place. I bet you could find all the information you need on the internet just as easily.

Do you:

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go to the shop]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Google the words cock ring]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Eat breakfast

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:20:48 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You staggerer down the stairs and into the kitchen. Flicking on the coffee machine you sit at the breakfast counter and rest your head on the countertop.

After a while you smell the sent of the coffee running down into your cup. You lift your head and stagger over to the machine. You poor in some sugar and drink it down in one go. Placing the cup back into the machine you hit the button again for another cup. At least now you feel more awake. You manage to make and eat some toast while you drink your second cup of coffee.

In fact toast is all you have to eat. A quick look in your cupboards reveals you haven't got anything else here. So I guess you better go to the supermarket and get some food. Or will you put it off and do something else. Your phone is still beeping and you could do with a shower.

* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check phone]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go have a shower]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shopping]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Eat breakfast

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:20:17 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You staggerer down the stairs and into the kitchen. Flicking on the coffee machine you sit at the breakfast counter and rest your head on the countertop.

After a while you smell the sent of the coffee running down into your cup. You lift your head and stagger over to the machine. You poor in some sugar and drink it down in one go. Placing the cup back into the machine you hit the button again for another cup. At least now you feel more awake. You manage to make and eat some toast while you drink your second cup of coffee.

In fact toast is all you have to eat. A quick look in your cupboards reveals you haven't got anything else here. So I guess you better go to the supermarket and get some food. Or will you put it off and do something else. Your phone is still beeping and you could do with a shower.

* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check phone]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shower]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shopping]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Eat breakfast

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:19:00 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You staggerer down the stairs and into the kitchen. Flicking on the coffee machine you sit at the breakfast counter and rest your head on the countertop.

After a while you smell the sent of the coffee running down into your cup. You lift your head and stagger over to the machine. You poor in some sugar and drink it down in one go. Placing the cup back into the machine you hit the button again for another cup. At least now you feel more awake. You manage to make and eat some toast while you drink your second cup of coffee.

In fact toast is all you have to eat. A quick look in your cupboards reveals you haven't got anything else here. So I guess you better go to the supermarket and get some food. Or will you put it off and do something else. Your phone is still beeping and you could do with a shower.

* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check Phone]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go Shower]]
* [[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go Shopping]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check phone

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:18:05 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Where exactly is your phone?

You give a sigh of relief when you find it on the small table by the front door. Your also pleased to see your wallet and keys sitting next to it. It seems you emptied out all your pockets when you got home and dumped it all here.

It seems like your a popular guy. Your phone has a few messages on it. In fact there are so many your not sure where to start. You scroll up and down the screen trying to decide what one to read first. Finally you click on ...

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check first message|Check first message]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check random message|Check random message]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Check last message|Check last message]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Stay to watch the workmen for a minute

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 15:03:12 GMT

Captainmorgan30: Created page with 'You let your eyes linger on the men for a moment. Some are lean with abs and pecs, others have slight beer guts padding out huge powerful muscles. Some are freshly shaved (and …'

Your Queer Weekend Adventure

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 14:22:24 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Start stroking your cock

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:55:04 GMT

Captainmorgan30: Created page with 'Fuck it. You don't need to rush out of the house, you don't need to rush out of bed and you certainly don't need to rush this. Your hand slips into your shorts and you get a good…'

Fuck it. You don't need to rush out of the house, you don't need to rush out of bed and you certainly don't need to rush this. Your hand slips into your shorts and you get a good hold of your dick. It throbs a little and you slowly roll it under your fingers.

You breath heavily as you wipe your sticky cum covered fingers down your chest. But your cum landed up there as well, so all you end up doing is smearing your load all over your body.

That was fucking great. Stretching out you flex your body and grunt a little. You should get up and shower, then maybe do something fun for your birthday. Or you could turn on the laptop, get some new porn and see if you can shoot another load even higher. After all, it is your birthday and you do want to do something fun to celebrate.

Do you:
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get in the shower]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Get online]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Lower

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:45:15 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

WHAT THE FUCK! are the only words you can think as you look at it.

Hanging off the head of your dick is a great big silver ring. You gently touch it and check it out. Yep it's real, the thin metal clasp is poking through the head of your cock. What the hell happened? It sure as hell hadn't been there yesterday.

It's obvious what's happened but you don't want to admit it for a minute. Last night you got drunk and got yourself pierced. What were you thinking? You've never even thought about having your ears pierced, never mind a sensitive place like your dick. But any answer will have to come later. Right now you stink and that needs to be taken care of before anything else, even getting answers about ... that.

You jump in the shower and quickly wash yourself down. Except when you come to soaping up your balls you can't help but go a little slower as the ring keeps hitting your hand. You gently give your dick a slight tug. The ring is keeping your cock hanging down but ... it doesn't feel that bad. In fact the slight weight seems to be keeping your dick alive and you've been semi hard this whole time. But you don't dare stroke any harder of faster. Every time you think about having wank you keep having a vision of the ring catching on your hand or fingers and ... being ripped out.

That final thought was enough to finally get your dick to go down (and made you feel a bit sick) and you get out of the shower.

You need answers. Perhaps you might find a clue to what happened last night if you search around a little. Where do you want to try first?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search my jacket pockets]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search the messages on my phone]]

[[Category: Your Queer Weekend Adventure]]

Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Shower

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:42:35 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

You go into the bathroom and start up the shower. The water gushes out and you grab a towel and place it next to the shower door ready. You casually pull off your t-shirt and kick off your shorts. And as you turn to enter the shower you glance in the full length mirror next to it. And something catches your eye.

You stare opened mouthed for a second in shock. How you missed it until now is a mystery. Perhaps you were so hung over it just didn't register with you until now. Maybe you just secretly didn't want to admit it to yourself. You touch it lightly thinking it might be a fake or a mistake or even just a dream.

Nope that fuckers real.

You got a bloody great big ring in you. A big silver ring is just hanging there off your ...

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Nose]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Nipple]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Lower]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Lower

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:39:53 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

Hanging off the head of your dick is a great big silver ring.

WHAT THE FUCK! are the only words you can think as you look at it. In fact these are the only three words that keep coming into your head for a good two minutes.

It sure as hell hadn't been there yesterday. You gently touch it and check it out. Yep it's real, the thin metal clasp is poking through the head of your cock. What the hell happened?

It's obvious what's happened but you don't want to admit it for a minute. Last night you got drunk and got yourself pierced. What were you thinking? You've never even thought about having your ears pierced, never mind a sensitive place like your dick. But any answer will have to come later. Right now you stink and that needs to be taken care of before anything else, even getting answers about ... that.

You jump in the shower and quickly wash yourself down. Except when you come to soaping up your balls you can't help but go a little slower as the ring keeps hitting your hand. You gently give your dick a slight tug. The ring is keeping your cock hanging down but ... it doesn't feel that bad. In fact the slight weight seems to be keeping your dick alive and you've been semi hard this whole time. But you don't dare stroke any harder of faster. Every time you think about having wank you keep having a vision of the ring catching on your hand or fingers and ... being ripped out.

That final thought was enough to finally get your dick to go down (and made you feel a bit sick) and you get out of the shower.

You need answers. Perhaps you might find a clue to what happened last night if you search around a little. Where do you want to try first?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search my jacket pockets]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search the messages on my phone]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Lower

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:37:01 GMT

Captainmorgan30:

What The Fuck!

Hanging off the head of your dick is a great big silver ring. It sure as hell hadn't been there yesterday. You gently touch it and check it out. Yep it's real, the thin metal clasp is poking through the head of your cock. What the hell happened?

It's obvious what's happened but you don't want to admit it for a minute. Last night you got drunk and got yourself pierced. What were you thinking? You've never even thought about having your ears pierced, never mind a sensitive place like your dick. But any answer will have to come later. Right now you stink and that needs to be taken care of before anything else, even getting answers about ... that.

You jump in the shower and quickly wash yourself down. Except when you come to soaping up your balls you can't help but go a little slower as the ring keeps hitting your hand. You gently give your dick a slight tug. The ring is keeping your cock hanging down but ... it doesn't feel that bad. In fact the slight weight seems to be keeping your dick alive and you've been semi hard this whole time. But you don't dare stroke any harder of faster. Every time you think about having wank you keep having a vision of the ring catching on your hand or fingers and ... being ripped out.

That final thought was enough to finally get your dick to go down (and made you feel a bit sick) and you get out of the shower.

You need answers. Perhaps you might find a clue to what happened last night if you search around a little. Where do you want to try first?

*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search my jacket pockets]]
*[[Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Search the messages on my phone]]

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Your Queer Weekend Adventure/Go shower

Captainmorgan30 — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 13:31:46 GMT

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You get up and go into the bathroom to shower.

You strip off without thinking and as you turn on the water you glance at yourself in the full lengh mirror that's near you. You don't look bad for your age and, apart from the hangover, you feel good. Feeling a little vain you check out your arms and flex them. Not bad.

You scratch between your hairy pecs and give a grin as you move your hand over to rub along your nipple. Since you're in such a good mood (that's man code for feeling horny) you think about having a little fun in the shower. Your eyes can't help but look ...

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