In college we had a tradition: the 21 birthday bar run. When it was your turn a whole group of people would gather, split the cost of a hotel room, and take you through a series of bars to get you wasted. All the bars provided a free shot to the birthday boy or girl and the goal of the night was to take 21 shots by the end of the night. It was a rite of pass...
Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...
I've always wondered what it felt like to receive a creampie, at 24 years old I finally decided to post an ad on Craigslist. The ad was named "wanting first time gay anal with a deep breeding creampie." I wasn't interested in blowjobs and anything I just wanted to be topped really hard, balls deep with the absolute minimum amount of lube so I would really...
He caught my eye as soon as he entered the classroom. Most of the other students were women and seemed to be comfortable with each other and their dogs. It was a night-class dog grooming class. He—his name turned out to be Cal—stuck out like a sore thumb. For one thing he was somewhat of a bruiser. He was good looking enough—in fact very good looking in a bo...
It was raining hard in Newport. Otherwise Sandy wouldn't have come to his club to do his running that morning. Sandy taught sailing at the nearby U.S. Naval War College, and at his age—he was pushing forty-eight hard—he had to work extra hours to keep in shape. So far, running ten miles a day had helped keep him hard, but Rhode Island wasn't the best place t...
The first summer after my freshman year of college was a difficult time. I had embraced my love of getting fucked, had my first boyfriend, had a late night threesome, and other experiences I may write about later. Than the school year came to a close and everyone dispersed. My friend circle disappeared into their summer jobs or went back home. I was staying...
A sequel to The Leather Store. *** I get off his bike and he kills the engine. He puts his helmet on the seat, takes mine off my head, and slips his leather finger into the ring dangling from the collar. "Let's go bitch, I'm ready to fuck." He pulls me to the cabin, up the stairs, and onto the deck. He pushes me against the rail, yanks down the zipp...
Let's see. How do the lyrics go? The bitch is hot, he's ready to thrill, So give him inches, and fuck him well. My version of the tune, of course. Don't tell the Scorpions. Time for a break from our cross-country rumble. For the guys, it's a piss break, or a fuck break, or just any fucking kind of break they want. We're off the interstate now, though not...
My ad had said 'curious guy, wants to meet and watch porn with a small guy like me. Not into kissing at all, maybe trade handjobs. Please be around 4 inches.' so when this big guy showed up, about 6 feet tall, I was wondering how small his penis could possibly be. He asked me, "So you don't want to do any kissing?" 'No', I said, 'I'm not gay I just thought...
When I was a freshman in college, I had an Ancient History class that I was struggling with. The professor was a tall, middle aged black man about 6'3" and maybe 250 lbs. He was in good shape except for a little extra around the waist, had greying hair and a baritone voice. His name was Dr. Turner but he insisted everyone call him JT. My first visit to JT's...