Part Six: I awoke before sun up the next morning still in his arms. I had never felt more complete. Sliding my right hand down off the side of his belly, I started playing my fingers over his soft, substantial scrotum. His eyes fluttered open and he tenderly touched his lips to mine for the first time since I'd moved to his bed. "You're still here." I se...
Chapter 19. In which our hero is taken in hand. Some months of social turmoil have passed since the last chapter in this diary. The mistress of chapter four has made an occasional reappearance to both my delight and disadvantage. Delight to the extent that I find it impossible to decline; such is the overwhelming rapture of the exhilarating sex. And disa...
Chapter 11. In which our hero finds new friends. That night I entertained my wife with the story of the lovers in the urinal. Of course from time to time one hears of men being arrested for transgressions in public places. There are various charges; public lewdness, public indecency, and others. But it is all the same, one guy caught diddling another, or...
This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, ws, unsafe sex practices. Please don't read if it's not your cup of tea. ***** The next few days I struggled to return to normalcy. I tried to focus on work. Went to the gym. I got a new phone, ordered a new credit card. But it was impossible to not think about what Mel...
He's the mid 40s muscle stud daddy who picked me up in the hotel bar. I'm the horny stud muffin, 20 years younger. We'd chatted and joked at the bar, half watching a hockey game on a big screen TV on the wall. We were getting along. I liked his style, his confident, masculine presence, and the way he put me at ease. It was clear he was interested in me, me i...
I had been out for my best friend's 40th birthday. Yes, we got smashed! I knew this was going to happen so I took a cab home, I entered my apartment, stripped and fell into bed. Jerry had been my best friend since we were in our 20's. We had tried dating but it just didn't work, so be became friends and our relationship grew over the years. We'd seen each ot...
Note: This is a follow-up to my story "The Conference." This story can be read by itself; you don't need to read the earlier tale to enjoy this one. * I caught up with Joe again at lunchtime. We were seated at a table of about eight people. Joe was the only one that I knew; he was seated beside me. After a round of introductions, we all made small talk wh...
I reached James' apartment around six. It was still light out. He had told me that he wouldn't be home until sometime around nine. Clearly I had arrived a little too early; it wasn't a problem, however, rather more time for me to get warmed up. He had given me his key before hand. I opened his door and stepped inside. Even though it wasn't his regular place...
While shopping at Home Depot, I turned to go down the moulding aisle. I saw the hottest men I'd ever seen there. Which is saying a lot as I've seen many, many hot men there. They looked like hot twins, nice tight asses, wearing tight cuffed blue jeans, wide belts, tight v-neck t-shirts, gold crosses around their necks and large construction boots. Both had...
This continues the account of the of five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in "Cross-Country with My Uncle," and continued by "Alice, My Uncle, and Me," day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, par...