The humiliation was now complete, and Sean was loving it. He was down on his knees on the kitchen tiles wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties, and his wife's lover's cock was in his mouth. It was a beautiful thing to behold (and taste). Long and proportionately thick, from behind its bulbous pink head until it disappeared, at a slight curve, into Gary'...
After the blowjob and finger thing I received from Larry, I wasn't sure I could even walk, but I knew we had to get going. Dad might ask questions about what happened to us if we didn't show up at a reasonable time back at camp. We shortened our hike so we could still enjoy a leisurely pace back. During this time, when any change in the trail demanded an ad...
This story was told to me by a friend who insists it is mostly true. Mostly! He highly recommends trying this if you have not done so already. * When I was 16 years old, my mother said to me; and I quote "I hope the devil feeds off your flesh himself and you spend an eternity suffering in the flames of Hell." This was her response when I told her I was gay...
This is the actual story of my first gay experience. The names have been changed, but everything else is as it happened. I hope you enjoy! ***** All my life, I'd always considered myself straight. Lots of girlfriends, lots of complements on my looks and plenty of opportunity to get naked with the "fairer" sex. Also, a healthy appetite for porn. It was pr...
The long awaited sunset had begun and I made my way into the house to face the crowds. Thankfully most of the mourners had left, and only the closer of my Dad's cousins remained behind to help in the cleanup. "Bastian! Where have you been?" My Mother squawked. Like she cared. My Dad was in the lounge talking with his uncle, my Nana's brother. "So Philip,...
Conclusion I was exhausted that night. There was nothing I wanted to do more than sleep, but I lay there, naked, in the bed in my hotel room, my adrenaline flowing and my mind working lickety-split. At nearly 3:00 in the morning, in the darkest and most silent hour of the Washington, D.C., night, I heard the click of the hotel room door lock in answer to a...
The ride from 221B to Limehouse was taken in silence. Morbidity had settled on us both and no doubt we shared the same fond recollections of poor Nikipoo as many of his acquaintances would that night. The journey took us down the Strand where an abundance of black memorial ribbons stood out starkly against the advertizing posters in the Savoy's foyer. Figure...
I awoke to the sound of Frank's gentle snoring beside me. My eyes flickered open and I was able see that morning had arrived. The light now drifting in around the curtains was brighter than the streetlight could provide. I looked over Frank's shoulder at the alarm clock; 8:39am, Saturday morning. What a fucking night! I lay there quietly thinking about all t...
Steven stood at the window gazing out at the view. It was spectacular; clear azure-blue skies unmarred by even a wisp of cloud; creamy-white, sandy beaches caressed by gentle waves. The rhythmic ebb and flow of water erased any trace of those impertinent enough to believe they could leave evidence of their passing. Far out on the diamond-bright water, seve...
Twilight. Into the gathering dark, freely I walked. No shirt, no shoes, no need for service. Signs of weakening light colored by a hazy royal purple and the night's blue perfectly accented by the gleam of the stars. The wooded area in which I walked hosted colonies of fireflies, which seemed to lead me to a place that only I was familiar with. The only place...