Arriving a bit later than normal on a very pleasant December Saturday, there was still a line of at 10 men in front of me. So soon after opening time, crowding inside would not be an issue. The thought of the increased number of potential partners certainly made my cock stir a bit more than normal, the bowl I had just smoked enhancing my anticipation of havi...
My name is Joe and I am 19 years old and in the last year of high school studying hard as I really wanted to go to university. I worked hard at school and was achieving the grades that I needed. One of the subjects I was studying was Geography. As part of the course, we had to go on a field trip for 1 week and would be staying in a youth hostel in small dorm...
Poppa's Cub: Prologue Kyle sat on the edge of his best friend's bed. He was watching Roger pack his life up, into boxes. He stuffed books, drawings, childhood mementos, and sealed each one up with duct tape. He would stack the full boxes into a corner of the room and stopped to take a break. "So anyway," Roger said, "I want you to move in with me." "I c...
Polite notice. This story contains scenes of a sexual nature featuring two or more adult men over 18. These are entirely fictional but with a basis in actual events. Any names of individuals or places have been changed. If you are under the age of 18 or you have objection to reading materials of this kind, leave now. *** It had been one of those evenings,...
A week later school was out for the summer which gave me and Karen a lot more playtime, playtime that ever so often also included Molly and with Molly came her strap on. Karen totally adored that strap on and I have to admit I was quite fond of it myself. In fact ... I was so fond of it that it wasn't long before I asked Molly to lube it up and fuck me wit...
This story takes place during the Winter of 1970. *** I suppose I should have felt guilty given the things that were going through my mind as I looked at my young guest sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the pornographic magazine in open-mouthed wonder, but I didn't. Young Preston Phillips III was the young fellow who, along with his mother had l...
There are no secrets quite like sexual secrets. What would be unspeakable in public can become common habit in the privacy of one’s home and bed. Most of these secrets are of the solitary kind -methods of masturbation and sexual fantasies, stashes of hidden pornography, or the vibrator in the nightstand drawer. If one were to collect and compare these deeply...
It was the eleventy-eleventh day of the year, the last day of April or the first of May, depending upon whether one used the archaic or the runic measurement of days. But irrespective of which calendar system was complied with, Frilbo Bobbit and his three chums were relishing the benefit of the Spring sunshine. And such a glorious vernal day it was too! The...
Eric had just come in through the screened side door to the lanai after mowing the front yard. He'd removed his sweaty workclothes and now turned under the lanai shower in the nude. The shower water was tepid but relative to the late-morning summer heat it felt positively refreshing. So refreshing, in fact, it was giving Eric a hard-on. From a short distanc...
"Oh, I will, my horny bitch." Master growled. He started to unzip his jeans when the car stopped and the chauffeur called out from the front. "Mr Baxter, we're here." I hated that man so much in that moment. Master had looked up as Anthony talked, and he burst into laughter when he saw the daggers I was glaring at the front seat. "Don't worry my horny bit...