I should preface this story by saying I've never identified myself as homosexual, but sometimes after being locked up in chastity for a long time combined with crossdressing, I must admit to some fantasies involving other men. I never expected anything to ever actually happen, and it's my own fault really. I had been paying a beautiful, very sexually fetis...
It couldn't have been a more beautiful evening. Carl always enjoyed moments like this. With only a few minutes before midnight, Southern California looked even more enchanting with the full moon out of hiding. Furthermore, the cool ocean breeze that swept across the basin provided a more comfortable locale. Many people in the city of Cerritos were already re...
Tebber ran his fingers over the wing spread across his lap. The slashes were nearly healed, but the broken spars would take longer to mend. The wings still required oiling, however. Tebber spread the oil on by hand because he didn't want to risk pulling any of the stitches. Besides, he enjoyed feeling the silky smoothness of the thin layer of colorful flesh....
"Getting caught up in Riddleman's murder was frightening," I blurted out, over coffee. "Wasn't that some sort of sex crime?" Amanda asked, leaning forward excitedly. The ohs, and ahs, went around the table and I wished I hadn't said anything, because everyone was looking at me, and expecting more. Over dessert the talk around the dinner table had turned...
I'll always remember the Israeli by the image of him standing there at the window of the Oriental Hotel room, the strong Bangkok sun bathing his body in afternoon light—that and by the cockiness with which he took control. The Israeli army officer, a military attaché at his country's embassy in Thailand, had just two weeks earlier been part of my first thre...
I was surprised to see Frank Zimmerman at Mario's memorial service—not because there was anything surprising in a old-time powerful movie mogul appearing in Hollywood at services for a major motion picture producer, but because Zimmerman was as old as the Cascades and had been a recluse for a couple of decades. I would have been less surprised to hear that h...
It was a class trip during college. Most of us were between 18 and 20 years old at the time and of course we, the boys, were interested in sex, despite most of us not having any, because girls were always playing hard to get. My name is Tom, and I was the only black kid in our class at the time. So basically, everyone in my class was white and all my buddies...
I must have drifted off... I woke up with a start as I felt a swat across my ass. I am not sure how much time had passed. 20 minutes? 2 hours? Who knows. Dom Tom had come back into the bedroom though, and wanted me awake. And apparently had rolled me over onto my stomach. My hands and legs were untied. I must have been sleeping deep. "Who gave you permissio...
After plenty of years reading stories here I finally decided to try my own hand, I welcome any constructive criticism and advice! This has themes of BDSM and domination too. Hope you Enjoy! I was like every other 18 year old, just counting down the days until I finished my senior year of high school. Which was actually only in one week! Only one week left a...
siktici © 2017 * Although I had fooled around with boys at an early age, my first encounter with a man didn't happen until I was eighteen. I knew I wanted to be with a very hairy man, a hairy older man. I wanted to rub his hairy pecs and move my hand down his hairy abs to his pubes before stroking his cock until he spewed hot cum over his chest and over my...