Neal wasn't the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking—even a room full of people he knew—and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn't recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks othe...
From Part 3 Sam made his way to the locker room and was not surprised to find Oosterhus lingering in front of his own locker partially dressed. Oosterhus said nonchalantly, "So, the black guy fucked you, didn't he? I've been recognizing all the signs." Sam gasped and fell onto the bench. "Wha...? What...?" Part 4 Oosterhus laughed. "Are you going to den...
***Content note: some bi content in this one. The focus remains Chad's descent into gay submission.*** They ended the night passed out on the same bed, but in the morning Chad was gone. Brad sighed, exasperated. It was obvious Chad was having another freak-out about his desires, and was now trying to avoid him. He was sure, though, that Chad would be back f...
My girlfriend, Amber, and I returned to my dorm room with a friend of mine, Drew, after a party. We were all kind of drunk, and I could tell Amber was up to something. She usually gets pretty mischievous when she's had a few. "That sure was a fun party. But I don't think the fun has to end just yet," Amber giggled as she twirled around in my room. Drew an...
Ray went off the radar for five days since our last fuck session. I left him two messages just to see if he was willing to fuck again. Yet, his comment when we parted about the potential to add a few of his friends to our new found sex replayed over and over in my mind. I had no experience with multiple women let alone multiple men. Still, was I reading too...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
I rolled over to a seated position and let the balls of my feet rest on the ratty carpeting. I reached for the pack of cigarettes and lit up. I'd only started smoking in the last couple of months. Nerves. I'd stop as soon as I got back to the States. Or maybe when I changed my name and had plastic surgery so that no one recognized me anymore. I looked aroun...
There I was, on my knees in the center of a dimly lit living room, naked as a jay bird. Between my thighs, my cock and balls were bound up tight from a latex cock ring. My dick jutted out from my crotch a good five or six inches, excited by the vibrating bullet that the ring had pressed against my scrotum. A long drool of my clear pre-cum steadily leaked fro...
Until a few years ago, I'd never had a man to man encounter, but plenty of fantasies. I finally tried it, getting together with men I'd met in online chat rooms. I'm married, and have been for nearly fifteen years, with no intention of getting a divorce. So, beyond just fulfilling my sexual desires, I needed any meeting to be discreet, safe, and for my partn...
I am your average male—6' tall, brown hair, hazel green eyes—and I have weird dreams. My weird dreams are, like normal men have from time to time, homosexual in nature. Don't bother to say you don't have them guys because, according to psychologists and numerous studies on the subject, we do. Even the straight ones like me. Now, while I admit I am basicall...