I started late in life on my journey to being a cocksucker, a year or so after my 50th birthday. I had spent years and years of fantasizing about being on my knees, a big, throbbing, boner down my throat and being rewarded with a hot, thick load of man cream. But I should slow down, my dick is already stiffening just typing those words and I need to get this...
I want to thank everyone for the support on this story so far. These past few chapters have been my first writings. So I apologize if it's a little boring. The characters are all above the age of 18 if they encounter any type of sexual relation at all. This story is based on a true story, but has differences. I hope you all are enjoying it. *********** I...
The Day I Took Black Dick I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I love the idea of people watching me while I play with myself. I love the idea of men jerking their fat cocks to the sight of my naked body. I'm pretty proud of my body. I have nice rippling muscles, a big round bubble butt, and a nice fat nine-inch dick. I won't brag, but I think I look pretty damn...
Too much of a good thing? After kissing First Sergeant Kovachek--a very crotchy, locker-room tasting smooch since he'd been sucking his own jockstrap while I fucked him--I rolled over, all fucked out. I pulled the dripping-wet sheet over us both and we fell asleep. I planned to wake up after a short nap for more fucking--but both of us were more exhausted t...
Rich Wilson had moved into a seniors apartment complex, relocating after the house he had shared with his wife of 36 years became too much after her passing. At 63 Rich had no illusions about finding a new love, even though the equipment still worked quite well, so he settled into his new digs with no expectations. Almost immediately Rich was befriended by...
I work as night foreman at a San Francisco warehouse operation. Sounds like a dumb job and in some ways it is. However, it’s easygoing and has its moments. . . plenty of moments. I was 32 and just a year or so back from overseas--somewhat brain dead--so the easy pace gave me time to heal. It wasn’t rocket science. It was basic intelligence, initiative and a...
I have a theory that every beautiful person has to have a friend, a less beautiful homely friend, to always be there to assure them of their beauty and perfection. I, unfortunately, have been that friend for my whole life. I have gotten used to it over the years. But it doesn't lessen the sting every time someone fawns and tells me how it must be wonderful t...
Along with my twin sister Carol, I'd been 'farmed out' to stay with my Aunt Sarah during the summer holidays. It wasn't anybody's fault, it was just that my grandfather was terminally ill and our parents had gone to look after him for his last few weeks just as the university year ended. It was one of those things and my sadness for grandpa overruled any com...
Maddox watched Mark's slender fingers drag the paper towels through the coffee puddle. He could have sworn his heart was hammering loud enough for the entire class to hear. The memory of where those wonderful, swan-like hands had been the night before was still too fresh in his mind. Maddox's hands betrayed his nerves to his student. Trying to regain some fo...
After Richard left the bar I went back to work. It wasn't easy. I was trembling with fear and resentment; my mind consumed with figuring out my options. It was clear to me that I'd been set up; the wine, the grass, and of course, the mirrors. The mirrors had to be two-way glass with cameras behind them. I remembered kneeling before a mirror, staring at mysel...