My name is Jeff and when I was 18, after graduating high school and before starting college, I went to Italy by myself to do some solo traveling for a few weeks before meeting up with friends later in the trip. I had learned a bunch of Italian in high school, and was looking forward to immersing myself in the language to really learn it. I was nervous though...
A week later school was out for the summer which gave me and Karen a lot more playtime, playtime that ever so often also included Molly and with Molly came her strap on. Karen totally adored that strap on and I have to admit I was quite fond of it myself. In fact ... I was so fond of it that it wasn't long before I asked Molly to lube it up and fuck me wit...
Gym Session - Scott Confirms the Pecking Order ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Abdul sat on the floor of the large gym hallway, waiting for gym class to begin. The hall was packed with teachers as well as other students all his age. The teachers discussed what activities they were going to proceed with. Many of the oth...
This is another fantasy about being forced to be a sex toy in a rest stop. If you don't have any interest in such a thing please don't leave negative feedback. It involves male-on-male sex and more.. Well, I find myself on the road yet again, and am hoping for more dirty fun like I had at the rest stop in California a few days ago. I'm in New Mexico just...
Another entirely fictional story. I hope you enjoy I was at university when I first started giving blow jobs. It just sort of happened. I'd better tell you the whole story. I was always good at most sports and particularly cricket. I had played for the school team and when I got to uni I was soon involved with my college team. At the time it was mainly mad...
Readers, please note this story has a lot of derogatory speech. Please don't think that I am homophobic in anyway shape or form. I am in fact a bottom/Vers bi guy and this kind of talk is a major turn on for me. Hope you enjoy part 2. ***** As I walked back into the bathroom I could hear the grunts and moans filling the air. I could still feel the cum drip...
This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real; please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were "surprised". ***** A career change nine years ago has me driving all over North America o...
Part 4 - Learning about my Latent Desires Since it was Saturday Sandy said the she was going to go shopping, after we finished breakfast. I told her to have fun, and that I was going to go over to a friend. I called Glen and told him that I could be over in about an hour. He told me that I was welcome. When I arrived at Glen's Apartment I told him about m...
This following true story is part 2 of my original story titled "His Girl Wont... I Take Her Place". * We both sat there with Tamara. I couldn't stop contemplating everything I had just done in my head... everything Mike just did in my mouth... And I was so turned on just thinking about it. In my mouth and all over my tongue I could taste his dick and his...
Albert was the caretaker of the house full of flats where I was living. He was a big, burly, hairy man; not a great intellect or conversationalist, just an ordinary middle-aged working class guy who presumably got his little apartment free or reduced in return for collecting the rent and doing work on the property. I had been having a bad time with depressi...