I stood outside my arranged meet's front door, waiting for what seemed like a mini eternity before I heard the slow footsteps approaching from inside. I would later realise, with a clearer head, it was only a few seconds on that doorstep, but the butterflies fluttering in my stomach have the effect of stretching out time far beyond that of reality. "Hey son...
'More than coffee' continues the storyline of 'Coffee, .. and maybe more'. For character and plot development it is preferable, though not essential to read them sequentially. ***** To catch up, I had seen this Personals ad. "Old man for old man," it read. "Life is short. Need to feel a horny old man holding me tightly. Let us enjoy mutual release of our...
"There, is that better?" Peitr whispered into my ear. "Uhh. Yes, yes. That feels great," I answered, and my words turned into a soft moan. "Yes, I can feel it in your body. You are a lot looser now. You are moving with me more smoothly. Is it because of the release of guilt?" "Yes," I whispered. "This helps erase the guilt. It's as if none of this is some...
I'd been having these feelings for a few months; I'm not sure exactly when it started. I've always enjoyed looking at porn on the Internet, but recently I'd gradually stopped looking so much at women, and started more and more searching out men. Pretty young boys with oiled bodies, hairless chests and huge erect cocks. Older guys covered in hair, and with bi...
It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was with my friend and occasional lover, Don, at his place relaxing. We enjoyed bondage and often got together, sometimes with just ourselves, sometime with others. It was always a hot time and these gatherings would often last into the following morning. Fun had by all. This afternoon was quiet, after having been up l...
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * Peter had only played spin the bottle a few times. The last time had been while he was still in high school. He was sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet, opposite Mark. Peter's wife Kyra was sitting beside Peter, facing Mar...
"Of course, if you two get married you won't have to worry about that," chirped Mrs. Walsh from the passenger seat of the car, and with that my backseat companion Connie Walsh looked over at me, and we both stifled laughter while rolling our eyes at the thought of that. It would never happen, although Connie's Mom seemed to mention it a lot, and there were...
Fuck Julia, I was screaming in my head, as I pulled on my jeans and a dress shirt and my leather vest, slammed through the apartment door, and stabbed at the buttons on the elevator door. She didn't feel satisfied. SHE didn't feel satisfied. Well, what about me? She didn't satisfy me either. Maybe I could satisfy her better if I ever was made to feel satisf...
I received a lot of requests asking to find out more about my rivalry with my cousin, Tommaso - I described how it all began in 'Cousins. Rivals. A Wrestling Story'. I'm sorry it's taken so long to put up, I couldn't decide whether to mention how it ends. It's also very long and rough, because I've written it while getting ready for a party and don't have t...
I was standing in the small room, in front of a curtained window. Paul's hot breath on the back of my neck was doing little to dispel the tension that was tying me in knots, even though that's exactly what we were here for. The room was pretty dreary really; just this curtained window and a padded massage table behind us against the wall. Tired paint on the...