"Upstairs?" The guy on his knees in front of me smiled, shaking his head. "I'm done for tonight, maybe next time." The other guy on the floor got up and silently limped into the change room. He was on his way home, too. That left me and the older guy with grey hair. He lightly slapped my butt and handed me my wrap. The building was pretty old. The stai...
When I got to their house, only Pierre was home. He's the guy who likes to play master. He isn't into 24/7, rather equal day-to-day, but during the sessions he's a dominant top, loves flogging, rigging and pretty much everything BDSM tops would. And loves to see the excitement of the sub. We pretty much just said hi, happy to see each other, then he pushed...
My wife and I have had a good, six year, marriage and a good sex life. However, I had one secret that I kept from her. I enjoyed having sex with men. When I was a teenager an older man groped me and I didn’t back away. I enjoyed the thrill and was hard instantly. Ever since then I had occasional meetings with men who were gay and bi. Jenny is 24 and I’m 29...
We'd met bumping into each other at an adult bookstore. This was a store where not all the magazines were wrapped. I had been looking at a trannie mag and he'd been looking at the same mag and we put them back at the same time. We looked at each other and there was a spark of, what? Recognition? A recognition of similar tastes and desires? Yes, that's what i...
After a lifetime of work, retirement came as a blessing. For six months I didn't care what day it was and my waistline ballooned from 32 to 34. I had to lose weight and changing my diet helped, but joining a gym and exercising would speed the process. The nearby gym had everything I wanted. Machines for circuit training, a stair-climber, a pool, whirlpool a...
This is a short story, extremely short compared with previous submissions I've made. Yet, it is a truthful admission of actual events in the life of the story teller. I am the writer of the story, not the teller of it. * Being a boy in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s opened my eyes to things I never imagined. As a boy, I played outside and mothers in th...
Authors note: Sorry folks, was a bit delayed with this chapter... Lost the ranch that Aza and I called home for 25+ years. The court forced his family to "allow" me to keep our original "hobby farm" and a good portion of the breeding stock. It is the house where we first lived as a real couple. It was always part of our retirement plan. I miss my "Oz" so m...
Nikolai woke up and felt the tight feeling in his arms. He looked down to see his arms in stitches. He sighed and tried to move his hands again. The same result occurred and Nikolai sighed. He was beginning to think he would never get the use of his hands back. "Hi, Nikolai." He heard from the doorway. He turned and looked to see the ever so beautiful Clark...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Dedicated to dramatar A desperate attempt! *** Shane threw punches at the tall leather punching bag as if he was fighting the devil himself. He threw combinations, hooks, jabs and uppercuts, interspersed with blocking motions from his fists and elbows. Sweat poured down his face...
This is the third part of my little story and again I must tell you that as with all my work it is based on actual experience. The feelings I try to give are the feelings I felt, I write it from my perspective as me, Leanne. Some people have written some nasty comments to my previous parts, but hey ho, I have also had some lovely support. I have now changed...