Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** A few years back, when I still lived in the city, I was dating a girl and we had a very kinky relationship. I was her slutty little bi-sexual boyfriend and we had an open relationship. We had a couple of MMF threesomes with guys she knew, and she always got off really well...
This is a continuation of my first story, you don't have to read that one to enjoy this one but I encourage you to do so. * Driving home from the arcade I was praying that nobody would be home, I really looked worked over and even though I'm sure it was my imagination I could swear I smelled the cum leaking from my ass. Thankfully my prayers were answered...
The bathhouse has a fairly large sling room, though the sling itself is not really that comfortable, possibly a reason why the space is generally empty. Today, having finished my beer after enjoying some organic smoke, wandering upstairs, it was a surprise to see someone in the room so early. Letting a certain fancy carry me along to him, following a two wee...
It was a regular day like any other I was taking a short break from my work to check out some hardcore porn as I was thinking about how great a nice hard cock would feel banging my ass. I had been to a local Adult Bookstore before and had sucked a couple of dicks I was thinking about how hot it would be to go back and see if there were any big cocks that wou...
A certain style of visit is like entering a male paradise on earth. Smoking, promptly arriving at the bathhouse and drinking a beer, easily finding a willing mouth to suck my cock hard, enjoying an extended period of male on male sex, often with multiple partners before going back to the bar to start the cycle again. The way time passes in such a state has...
After finding more free time on a Wednesday, in part due to my wife having serious back pain, the opportunity to revisit a downtown porn booth/glory hole around lunchtime was impossible to resist. I first spent an hour or so working in the forest, drinking a cold pint of beer, then drove downtown. I was wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and old down jacket fr...
A Cruising Life Ch. O7 As always, thanks for reading my stories. All comments are welcome and encouraged. After being in Louisville for about three years, work caused me to move again. This time the destination was North Carolina. Specifically, the area around Greensboro, High Point and Winston-Salem. If the Louisville and Southern Indiana area was a fert...
I've been frequenting adult book stores for over 25 years, and they and I have made some transformations over the years. Glory holes in an arcade are a little harder to find these days. In days gone by just about every bookstore arcade had glory holes until the law and bible thumpers felt they had to impose their beliefs on the rest of us. I did however find...
A few months after my first bookstore adventure in my hometown, I moved to St. Louis to continue school. It was the early 80s and urban revitalization had yet to hit downtown. There were a couple of blocks of businesses and bars on Laclede's Landing by the Arch and then a sort of no-mans-land between that and the Central West End - filled with dilapidated an...
Though weekends are the most reliably crowded periods, at times, the rushed aspects of that resulting free time can be frustrating. I was even losing faith that something more than quick endings would occur, to my semi-frustration. Glory holes certainly offer speed in getting off as a main attraction, but taking less time from beginning to cumming than even...