Waking up the next morning I still couldn't believe what had happened. I was so confused by how much I had enjoyed sucking my friends' dicks, and part of me wanted more of them. I knew I couldn't avoid Joe and Steve forever though, so I headed down for breakfast. After breakfast we all gathered up our gear and headed back out for some more golf. We switche...
Now I have reached the point where I stopped giving in to my other side. Why did I stop? Easy, fear of getting aids. But I will admit, I have missed it from time to time. At the time I had gone to the park for what turned into a gang bang I was running around with a small group of friends. We would usually hang out at a local bar having a good time. The gro...
"Oh, my God!" Trace could barely contain himself, whistling at the leggy blonde strutting off the stage and toward their group. "She's fucking fine! I'll see you boys later!" He held out a couple bills, and the obviously enhanced stripper sauntered over to him, grinding her purple thong-clad pelvis against his knee as she took the money he proffered with her...
His huge, black cock was bigger than my face. It was about 11 inches long and 7 inches thick. It was going to be difficult just to get in my mouth but Daddy (as he liked to be called) was expecting me to take it all the way. My lips were going to have to go to the base before he'd pay me that extra $5,000. No help. No woman had ever managed to deepthroat his...
Fifteen years after our first encounter, I was a mostly happily married suburban guy. My wife was seven months pregnant with our third child. Sex was not at the bottom of her list - it was off the list. Jeff calls me at the office one afternoon and asks me to give him a ride home from work because his truck was in the shop. When I agreed, he offered me a b...
The longer I sat in Lieutenant Burton Kahn's office, the worse I felt about how I'd let myself go—knowing full well I'd just keep on doing it. I wasn't even sure I could withstand the pressure from Danny. "Come to the layover room with me," he'd breathed in my ear when I'd entered the squad room, summoned by Burton to find out why I'd packed my duffel bag f...
It was Saturday afternoon at the end of a long week of retail. I manage an upscale wine shop in an urban residential neighborhood. Many of the customers with whom I deal are gay and, to tell the truth, you couldn't ask for a nicer group of people to sell wine to. The kind of "eat, drink, and be merry" feeling in the gay community is certainly not a bad phi...
This is a work of pure fiction. All persons and events herein are fictional. Any and all resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. Persons portrayed are 18 years of age and older. Please comment. - Gene Marshall was in darkness. He had been in darkness since he walked in the dank room. He was quickly blindfolded and pushed roughly on...
It wasn't really Scott's fault. They tricked him. You see peer pressure can be a very powerful thing, and what is normal is almost entirely decided by those around you. Looking in from the outside one might say he was an idiot, but how could someone judge properly when they weren't there? Inside the world his "friends" made up for, it all seemed weird of cou...
God I hate weirdos. Long-haired weirdos, fast-talking weirdos, salesperson weirdos, gay weirdos. I hate weirdos. I know, I know, to each his own. But I like good old fashioned values. Mom, apple pie, Old Glory and, as we used to say in the Army, the girl you left behind. Well, I have to admit, in the spirit of full disclosure, that I have a few vices. T...