Saturday My name is Martin, and I am 18. This is my story. It was Saturday and I was at a loose end. I was planning to meet Emily at 6, but the daytime was free. The thought of staying in bed for a couple of more hours crossed my mind when I heard the noise that most teenage boys dread. My moms shouting up the stairs. "Martin, Martin, come here quick"....
It was a warm early Spring day. It was Monday. School out in two weeks. He was a teacher. He was fifty today. He taught senior English with one Junior class. He has been teaching since he was 25. He stood at his lectern and looked out at the class. Some here and there looked up from their notebooks and their texts, out the three oblong windows, at the warm s...
"No, not what you're wearing. Wear these." "God, I can't wear those, Brian. I'd be a walking advert for 'Just bend me over and fuck me,' if I wore those downtown this evening." Brian just gave me a hard stare. And of course he was right. After three hard double-shift days of work, that was exactly what I was going down to Key West's Duval Street gay strip...
Even before the knock on the front door, twenty-three-year-old Sophie could already sense who had paid her a visit at the moment. She opened the door, and her uncle and aunt appeared. The two of them wore their usual lavish attire, Aunt Martina with her black sleeveless dress and Uncle Joaquin with his casual black coat and tie. Sophie spotted the silver-col...
One Friday night, feeling courageous I decide to do what I have long fantasized about, and go to a male sex club in San Francisco to lose my virginity. I slip on a pair of shiny pink silk bikini panties, which hug my tight buns and wrap a matching pink satin garter belt with lace trim around my waist. I then roll sheer white stockings with French backseams...
The nervous young man sat in the corner of his dark cell, waiting to die. His hands trembled as he tried to clasp them in prayer, his full lips quivering as he choked back the tears. He didn't want to die. He was only twenty. His whole life should have been ahead of him. And yet, in a few short hours when the sun rose, he would leave his cell and meet his ex...
I wore my humiliation like a wet blanket draped across my naked body. After a prolonged week of agonizing soul searching, I had abandoned the last threads of my self-respect at the door with my clothes. Rushing into the room I had thrown myself to my knees at Jim's feet, burying my face in his groin as my first act of complete surrender and submission. It...
So the best way to tell this story is be doing it in timeline form. First, I will give some details. I'm a 36 year old white guy living in Atlanta. Former college athlete that played soccer in college. Reasonably successful, having great family and friends. Just over three years ago I met a wonderful woman. We've been together ever since. Like a lot of rel...
Unending thoughts of the events of Bryan's party swirled through my mind for days and occupied my dreams at night. As I lay in bed thinking on my experience, I would gently stroke my cock to orgasm as I went through the evening over and over in my head. I remembered the absolute satisfaction I got from of all these people using me for their pleasure and th...
I was hooked on a couple of chat rooms. Hours seemed to pass as I enjoyed the conversation of people from around the world. Of course there was also plenty of sex talk which made them even more addictive. Over a period of 2 or 3 months I was spending an increasing amount of time chatting with one girl in particular. Rachel was from another state, so we never...