I was about 23 and only out of college a couple of years. I was working for a hotel and restaurant supply company spending half of my time at the home office in Boston and the rest on the road. I had grown up in a small town in central Maine and going to school in Cambridge Mass was a real eye opener on many levels. The most exciting was my exposure to sex...
As I drove us back to my room I scanned my memory for any time I could recall being someone's first experience. I was drawing a blank. As many encounters as I'd had in nearly thirty years I was sure I must have been. I guess they handled themselves well enough to hide that knowledge from me. I started putting myself in Mike's shoes to formulate an approach...
I felt odd as my head cleared the next day. I didn't know what to do or say to my roommate as the day wore on. On one hand I was a little angry that he basically raped me while I was unconscious but on the other I still felt turned on by the event itself. I didn't know what was going on. I decided to confront Lance that night. He was in the kitchen doing d...
It was the first time actually experiencing what sex with a man could be, far beyond the intensely focused joys offered by a glory hole, something more encompassing, even more irresistible than imagined. Over the preceding few weeks, the idea of kissing my first man had been growing as a fantasy, a delightful idea that drifted into awareness while stroking...
I strolled through the local park, one warm April evening. It was just getting dark, and the path was clear in front of me. There was enough light for me to finish my circle and head for home. I usually jogged for exercise, or took a trip to the gym, and it showed. But I enjoyed a pleasant walk as well. As I passed by a clump of trees, I heard a little cry....
"You can't be serious!" I muttered to Joe when he asked me to wank for him. "Of course I'm bloody serious, that is why you accepted my invitation to come round to my pad and see me isn't it. Pete?" I gasped, it had all come with some surprise. I knew Jimmy was into miniature car modelling and, although this sounds corny - I was naive to believe that was th...
Besotted with Phil © Alex Carr 2010 "Are we meeting tonight, Phil?" "What you mean, Pete is are we fucking tonight!" "Well -put that way yes - so? "Pick you up after work, usual place, Pete, we can have a meal out and a glass and then back to my place?" "That's fine" I said. "You must surely have r -e- a -d my mi- nd" Phil continued, his signal bad the...
This is an email I sent to a friend who was curious about what I used to do with a jerk off buddy. She had already had one story from me. This is the next story I sent her... I told you about the guy that I used to jerk off with from time to time. It started off somewhat by accident as we would trade porn back and forth. After a while we stopped trading and...
Up until recently, I had never really thought about myself as bisexual, but after my thirty plus year marriage ended a few years ago, perhaps it was time to explore my sexuality a bit, maybe open myself up to some new experiences. While I have had a number of interesting experiences with several women I have met over the last few years, lately, I seem to hav...
Thanks for the feedback from my first chapter, and first story to publish here. I know I'm spending a little time setting up these stories. As things move along, and I start spending more time in places, (I've moved more than most), there will be less, "setting the stage", before each chapter. As I ended the initial chapter, I had just received my first eve...