The blasting rock music on the stereo and the gyrating hyper college kids in the middle of the dance floor were enough reasons for me to leave Felt early, besides I had no intention of becoming the designated driver to those silly girls who called themselves friends, but I had ulterior motives than spending a night in a bar, getting high and wasted. I needed...
All usual disclaimers apply. This story is fiction and I wrote it at the request of another. WARNING: This story contains watersports and or scat. Chapter 02: Mouthwash It had been a week since I had seen Chance in Jenkin's Bar. I had jacked off at least 10 times thinking about him using my mouth as a common porta-potty. Chance had said he had more plans f...
This is how an average day goes for me. In addition to being a closet faggot and a liar, I'm also a loser and a chronic masturbator. I'm a loser because I really don't have friends any more after lying so much for the last few years. My friends would call me on a Friday night and invite me out for drinks or to hang out or whatever. But because of my cock a...
**This is my first story and it happened to me real life. Sorry if there are too many mistakes** I can't remember when this curiosity started. Was it when I saw tranny porn by accident? Probably. The thing is over the years since I was 17 I occasionally watched tranny porn until it became a regular thing. By the time I was 19 I had a serious craving for dic...
I answered his ad on Craigslist. It was titled "black male looking for blowjob". There were pictures of him from the neck down showing his perfect, dark skinned, heavily muscled and tattooed body and his glorious, seemingly 10 inch, very thick cut black cock. I knew I had to have it. I emailed him saying I was a white faggot bottom and I'd do anything for...
I'd fallen asleep again. My glasses were still on and my face was pressed into the sheets. My brain wasn't working enough yet to figure out why I was awake. The blanket was perfectly warm though. I tried to burrow back under it and go back to sleep but I only got it tangled and a thin bit tucked over my stomach. I won't be picky as long as I can sleep some...
In this chapter, it switched back to Oliver's point of view. ***** It's been almost two weeks since I really got to see Nate. Sure I saw him in the hallways during passing period, but that wasn't enough. It was hard to miss him. We barely got any words together. My parents had grounded me because they caught me smoking weed. I usually could get away with...
1. I'll admit I always had an interest in muscularity in men. A friend of mine -- he's a psychologist -- told me that it was natural. He said everyone, whether male or female, straight or gay, is attracted to rounded parts of the body: the breasts, buttocks, and the rounded limbs of the bodybuilder. But none of this explains my interest in penises. And, al...
Guys go through everything together without having to say a word, sometimes, especially without saying a word. You don't find a lot of groups of friends like the one I have. We met in third grade, all of us completely different, but we played together and never stopped hanging out after that. Bad grades, parents' divorces, grandparent's dying, that incident...
I work late hours, a sort of swing night shift. One night I just needed a drink, I got off work early but it had been a long week. I intend to go home and just sleep but for some reason I just want that drink so take a detour and park at a bar on my way home. I haven't been to this one so I figure I'll check it out. I step inside and walk straight to the bar...