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I was a married bisexual 35 year old cruising gay chat rooms again. I had some oral experiences, but really wanted to try getting fucked deeply. I had played with toys but found them boring. I wanted the real thing. I met a black man on line who liked married white men like myself. After some small talk, he invited me to his house for some afternoon fun....
Prologue Ryan had always hidden that he was gay. He had grown up in a conservative town and had played football all of high school. An Asian boy, standing 5'10'' and weighing 175 lbs., he was lean and in pretty good shape. His bubble but was evident. His small 3-inch penis was often teased in the locker room, but he had learned to accept it and laugh with o...
(Thanks to Skorpan for the inspiration. I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted, but I enjoyed writing it for you, Eric) * I met my boyfriend, Nigel, when we were both sophomores at University. I’d seen him on campus, but never up close. And then once out jogging. I sort of decided to go jogging along the same path at the same time after that, just in cas...
Folsom awoke to Ralf's sex-satiated, very satisfied snoring. They were both on their sides in one of the beds in Folsom's cabin on the MS River God, the American's well-worked butt nestled into the Australian's well-exercised groin and his strong arms encircling Folsom. The palm of one of Ralf's hands was spread on Folsom's lower belly, and the American dete...
The first week in April the south wing was finished. As construction neared its end, Matt started having thoughts about what came next in his life. He couldn't just sit in Brambleton and vegetate. He needed something to do. And he needed to stop procrastinating in contacting Dashad. What he really needed was Dashad here, fucking him. Not in Archie's bedroom,...
"You might want to put some clothes on," Sylvia Browne said with a bite in her voice, but I could tell from her sloppy grin that she wasn't all that put off with what she could see. "I seem to be finding you with your pants down quite often, don't I?" It wasn't your usual encounter. I was groggy and had tumbled backward onto the mussed-up bed, sending a cha...
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My name is Donavan. I am 5’9”, curly brown hair, and about 165 pounds soooing wet. I wish I could tell you there was anything specula about me, but to be real, I’m just a average. In every sense of the word. Today was like any other day. I woke up at 6 am in order to go the hellhole I call a job. Just a giant hellhole designed to suck your soul out. The wors...
Michael: We were just kids, when he said, "I promise, Mikey, I'll protect you, no matter what. We'll always be friends." And, as small as I was, I believed him. I was just a slip of a child, built smaller than most of the boys in school. Tommy wasn't built very big, but was dramatically bigger than me. I loved him, even then. His bright blonde locks seemed...