Back in my room I say perched on the edge of my chair, conflicted between wanting to keep the butt plug from moving in my ass and wishing that I could ride it like Mike's cock. I sat for nearly an three hours, typing on my computer and attempting to ignore my throbbing cock pressing against the fabric of the briefs Mike had given me, before my phone vibrated...
I am a cock and cum slut. I truly mean that. I cannot get enough of men's cock. Morning, noon, and night, I love servicing hard, throbbing, dripping cocks, and feeling them fuck my throat until they shoot their warm creamy loads down my eager, waiting gullet. Of course, it is no surprise that this overwhelming desire makes me naturally submissive. Over the y...
I know, I know. I haven't posted anything here for over a year, but part of my nature is to be lazy when it comes to these things. This story is one of transformation; some might say corruption, so let's compromise and call it a corruptive transformation of a younger man by an older man, or maybe it was the corruption of an older man by a younger man, who kn...
I walked in after Steve and he told me to stand in the corner looking to the door, with my feet apart. My hands held to my neck, my newly acquired tits wobbling in from of me, my walk forced to be bow legged by the big beast of a plug that was clenched by my hungry hole. Master S walked in a minute or two later and stopped in front of me, crossing his muscu...
I'd read about the video club and had fantasized about going there for a while but never had the bottle. It was a Sunday, I'd had a few drinks and was on the way home at 6pm courtesy of the Northern Line. As the tube pulled out of Kings Cross, I looked up and saw that the next stop was Angel. Angel! Something clicked. As the doors opened I was still decidin...
So lets start from the beginning: I've been married for 12 years. Don't get me wrong: i love Bridget. We have our ups and downs, like every couple. But I do love her. However, sex life isn't what it used to be. And for about a year now, I have been having these recurring cravings to be with men. I don't know where this comes from, or if it will go away. But...
I stopped going to play tennis on Saturday mornings. Instead I went to the compound on Sathorn Road, where the host and one of the men living with him, the black captain, had a private tennis court. The host didn't play; he'd sit there by the court, under an umbrella, sipping his martinis and watching the black captain and me play. They had other men living...
When Tom Newman first saw the young man nervously enter the campus Ratskeller where the mixer was being held, at first he was certain that someone had spiked the rum punch he had been sipping with something far more potent because that couldn't be who he thought it was. It had been a couple of years seen they had shared a gym class back at Colonie High Scho...
Once I got there, I walked up the front path to Roy's house. It was the biggest house in town, a total mansion. I rang the doorbell, and Roy opened the door with a smug look on his face. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, minus the football pads. "Come on in, fag. We have the place to ourselves, since my parents are gone for a couple weeks,"...
Small towns are all the same. Racists, cows, and that one weird racist guy who sleeps with the cows. Personally, I just wanted to leave my town. My name is Carter, and this is how I went from promising high school student with a bright future, to a strung out slut, desperate for sex. I'm white, about 6 feet tall, and I'm built like a swimmer. That is, fairly...