Homegrown BJ JO Stories

 It was a hot day. I know, there's a "no loitering" law, here at the Unified Station, our City is no slouch with hot uncut men. You're more likely than not to find an intact cock, of all ages what with the Public Hospital, not choosing to offer the "service" for free, the Catholic Hospital shunning the "Jewish Ritual," and the Meta-Hart Healthex, only treating, Heart Disease, and (whispers) ...cancer. So, the Men's Key Club, having taken over the defunct YMCA, upgraded, a room or two, at a time decades ago, (and converted the 1st floor's restroom) to handicapped.  There is a rental program for upstairs rooms with their antiquated, "cattle stalls removed," open showers and trough urinals. (Most guys still hate sitting on the divider-less shitters, but, hey, I just take that business to the ground floor, ...unless middle of the night.) It's practically a men's-only condo, with an umbrella homeowners assoc. I didn't  take

 He answered the door, shirtless the first time. He had a nice hairy chest. I know I called on him unannounced, but the 35-ish dude next door, had borrowed a few items of mine, and I wanted to borrow his power washer. He answered the door the 2nd time, in a t shirt, and a portion of a bare leg and nude hip was glanced as Lee answered the door, leaning around the end. "The combo's 1-1-3-8." I had to use his trailer to mow my niece's lawn, my mower is much more efficient than her's. Next, in a bathrobe just last weekend, when he trotted out, holding a mug of coffee, and told me he'd be shoveling near the property line. A gust came up and an embarrassing flash, but, not long enough to know what I just saw. I didn't know what to expect today, ...I ring his doorbell, and hear a muffled, "Who is it?"  "Colin." [Muffled] "Great, Come in." The door was unlocked as I slipped into the foyer. Lee was absolutely naked, standing drying his

 We wuz at the lake, and the restroom facilities were not open, yet, ...for the season. Well hang on. I saw a fine looking guy at the Auto Parts store. He had blond fur peeking up and out of the Blue Golf Shirt uniform that matched his eyes...the Embroidery said, Tanner. From Tanner's  Social Media "So, Tanner. Me and Sam, are heading to the lake to go swimming, last Saturday before the boating season takes off. Wanna cum?"  "I got no other plans. Yeah, sure." He drawled. We passed some digits,  and solidified the plans later in the week. I brought some really tight, showy baby blue and tan, and yellow speedo suits,  a loose, but, flimsy black pair of Tyvek shorts, and my Navy UDT's. Sam had a suit. Given Tanner's big square butt, I was hoping the near nothing structure of the black shorts were going to be the choice by him. (I set it up with my buddy to start to change into his suit with underwear on, for me to chastise him about wet car seats, and just

 I've been a manly guy, since High School, while in the Navy, and the rest... I Like women enough, well, I used to like women enough to get hard and cum... But, then, again, I first jacked off Twice, about a "guy," in High School, my Senior Year, I saw Janitor Frank, hanging some serious meat, at the AG BARN trough urinal.                            (Web sourced) I mean yeah, I saw my dad's, and a friends dad's, fully enjoying the view, but, while they were even larger than our new High School dicks, artistically beautiful, had a hefty fullness, lush comfotable naked swagger, they were just not a "sexy" thing...like art you look at, a lot, but, doesn't "get ya hard," y'know? However, Janitor Frank was a sexy thing, had grey temples, and was wiry-buff, for being a Sam Elliot-type of good looking old fart, like, right between dads, and Grand dads. (Previously, I saw his parts bulging in a bathing suit at the 11th grade pool party, and jus

 I was at a lonely old gas station, on a 3rd tier exit, out in the middle of nowhere. In the twilight, I saw the storm approaching, now it has hit us, it's drenching outside! I had struck a conversation up with the college age stud behind the counter. (Though with this job, he probably never set foot on a canpus.) A muted bell in the service bay area went off, and a halfway short-assed ole fella whipped in and closed the door against the fury. "You have a restroom? This rain has me needing to go." I piped in, "I just asked that." (I hadn't really, but, found the young attendant a bit frisky.) The attendant added spice to the discussion, "I need to go, too, but, can't with customers in the lobby..." "It's my lucky night! Hell, let's all go in together, that way, you won't have to worry about us out here." The older runt logically suggested. "Sure. There's a bell if anybody else comes in." Stated, the Stud. &qu

 I started my day, as usual, by picking up the party litter from the parking lots. I noticed some debris behind the trucks, and was making my to gather it, when I noticed a pair of legs under the next truck, just behind the rear tires. That, AND a stream of piss. I stooped low to pick up the debris, and to see the waist-down source.  It was an uncut white guy. He was wearing jeans, with his  balls and all hanging out pissing. I liked looking at his prodigious rod.  Then, he said, "I see ya, you come here." I was caught. At least I will see the rest, I thought. I rounded the truck, and saw not only was his dick still out, slowly dripping. But, the trucker wore a nice, striped shirt over a beer stomach,  and had on a Cowboy hat... He also was brushing his teeth, and he had a cellphone up blocking his face. He couldn't see me at all! He continued chatting between active brushes, and made NO ATTEMPT  to hoist his gear back into his jeans. I stood there looking. Now, what will

He was in the restroon, shirtless, and pants partway lowered. He was VERY hairy, but with hand tremors, was trying to pull off these sort of "medical stickers." There were about 8. Attempting to help him, we both stepped into a handicap stall, and I got started on them. I pressed the hair down and pulled along the grain, shaving hairs with my utility knife, and with an alcohol swab got the leftover gunk. As I moved down from chest to belly, he said one was on each thigh, and lowered his pants, no underwear. His uncut dick flopped out and it seems they had put one sticker on each inner thigh, right near his nuts. His ole dick kept slapping the back of my hand until I flat out grabbed hold nuts and all, and held it back from the swab, "If you don't want alcohol on yer nuts, be still." "You're doing fine, just hold down what ya have to...them nurses been flopping it around, putting them stickers on..." The musky meat was warm in my hand, and with a ha