Dear Figaro, Sorry about the late reply, I have been so busy lately, hope you have been well. It feels really odd to be writing letters rather than emails but I guess you're not getting much access to computers given your current situation. I still feel terrible about what happened the last time we met, I will try my best to get up to see you soon. I will l...
I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert, and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago, heading for cold beer, air conditioning, and the NCO club if not some bar downtown. I wasn't exactly past that, not completely ancient, but at 40,...
During my years attending the University of Texas in Austin, I spent many Friday and Saturday evenings hanging around downtown, mostly cruising up and down 6th Street and the adjacent avenues. Occasionally I enjoyed a drink or a dance, but mostly I was looking for close, sexual companionship. While enjoying a drink at The Blue Moon, I picked up a flyer that...
My phone blared at me and I groggily felt for the thin rectangle on my nightstand to shut it off. I turned and stared at the blank ceiling, trying to figure out if the memories I had of the night before were either the result of a very vivid wet dream or if they actually happened. Russ came home visibly drunk and told me to suck his cock, which I did becaus...
*** This is an absolutely true story about how I became addicted to pleasuring older men and the event that led to me sucking my first cock. This is my first attempt at writing and I will try to recreate the event as accurately as I can remember. I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his first blow job experience. (Male/Male, exhibition...
Part 4 ~Devlin~ What a curious evening it had been. With such emotional vicissitude, a rollercoaster steered by the ups and downs of switching back and again once more, I figured things couldn't get much worse. That's when the reality of my own life, persistently trudging on without me, and the pressure of all my schoolwork building up, incomplete and forg...
My phone beeped a text....I groped for it. It was Isaac, "5 minutes?" It was 6:55. B and I groaned together. I glared at the door, it was unlocked. "Yup. Doors unlocked. Brett is here. C'mon up." I texted and told B that Isaac was on his way. He responded by throwing his arm over his eyes and forehead, "Five m-m-more m-min-minutes, please?" and grinned. My a...
Two friends play out a ritual during the summer of 1973. ... Chapter One: Anticipation. The shower turned off, causing my heart to start beating even faster. The bathroom door was about 6 feet away from the bed where I was pretending to sleep, and I saw the shadows of movement break the light at the bottom of that door. On the other side of that door...
I had this one half done by the time I posted the first part to this story, so here is the finished product. Thanks for the stars in the first one! -------------- After he finished scooping up the numerous ropes of cum I squirted onto myself he kept rubbing the muscles on my stomach and chest. His fingers caressed each block of ab muscle and the edge of m...
I rang the bell at my sister's place, secretly wishing I would have gotten called in to work today. It was too hot and humid to be around all these people in such a small space. But it was her house warming party so it was my duty as the older brother to support my little sister. Especially after the divorce. She opened the door and I was surprised to see...