"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...
Thanks for the feedback. Feel free to ask questions, give suggestions or share your own experiences. * Ever since I can remember I have fantasised about other guys, and their cocks in particular. I remember going to the gym and swimming just so that I would be able to furtively check out of the meat dangling between guys legs in the locker room. However,...
The French Maid Gets to Work I called up Glen from a payphone outside the metro station. I told him that I had a French maid's uniform and that I wanted to drop it off at his house because I did not want Sandy to catch me with it. He replied, "Sure come on over, I want to get you started on your new job as my slutty maid." Forty minutes later I entered...
Part 2 - Second Time is a Charm I could not believe what I had just done and how much I loved it! I grew up in a small rural town and homosexuality was derided and ridiculed but I just enjoyed it so much! I could not understand how something so pleasurable could be so frowned upon. I also knew that I still loved my girlfriend and that I did not want to give...
Note: story contains rough sex, dominance, and violent themes. * I've always been the type of man into really feminine boys. I like skinny little twinks who want to be fucked and roughed up by a real man. Nothing makes me harder than a pussyboy begging to ride my hard cock and moaning "Daddy" as I slide in and out of his tight hole. I'm 6'-2", solid muscl...
I'm Owen, senior class Whitman High School. My 18th birthday was yesterday. I'm waiting, sitting on a stack of old gym mats in a disused commons room, top floor of oldest building on campus. Staci had given me one of the few the keys during morning history class. Lunch hour had just begun. I hear a key turning from outside in the deserted corridor. The doo...
We moved recently and I had to take my wife Barbara shopping today in the mall of our new town. I'd scouted out all the local parks beforehand and then went cruising after I dropped her off. When I went to the nearest park there were a bunch of cars there, mostly pickup trucks. There seemed to be a lot of guys but most didn't seem interested in playing or at...
Here I was, still lying on a mattress, enjoying all the tingling sensations after giving my first blow job. I was trying to get up the energy and nerve to compose myself and go back into the bar where it sounded like there was now a full house of men cavorting around. I heard the door being opened and in walked the other bartender. He was a Japanese lad who...
I thought he'd suffered enough. But we'd reached a crossroads. Would I rather have his blowjob lips wrapped around my cock, lipfucking me, tonguebathing me? Or would I rather have his big, thick blond fuckstick filling my tight little asshole, massaging my prostate until he made me paint the ceiling with my boy-juices? Both sounded good. So I mumbled a quick...
Jacob let his pen roll across his desk without stopping it. He didn't care enough to grab it. He was bored beyond words as he waited for the day to attempt to entertain him. The small ballpoint making its short lived escape was the most action he had experienced all morning. Mentally drifting to other activities that he could be engaged in a soft smile cross...