Maybe a couple of times a week, I go to a gym during my lunch break. It's in the Hyatt Hotel in the posh part of town and has high fees, but the facilities are good. Yesterday I felt the need for a stretch and work out and headed over. I was about half way through my routine, doing leg raises on one of the weights machines, gazing at one of the TVs across th...
We'd known our friend Simon for a couple of years after meeting him at the gym. We'd been out many times for meals and drinks, and had him over to ours a few times. But we were a little surprised when he asked us if he could come to stay with us during the coronavirus lockdown. He lived alone and said he couldn't spend so long without any human contact. We b...
Growing up in rural Virginia in the late 60's to very religious parents wasn't very much fun. After graduating from high school I wasn't going to hang around long. I was 18 and knew that there was more to life than what I had here. I had enlisted in the army and would be reporting in September, good by country life, hello to life in the big world. The only...
Working with my boyfriend is not as bad as what people think. Most of my friends claim that they would get sick of seeing their other every day as Chris and I do. We both work in an office building with Chris being the assistant manager and myself the secretary. "Hey Lily!" It was one of the other secretaries, Judy, who always had something to say. "Judit...
My very first knowledge of what has become a long time addition to enjoying sex is likely to have been before first reading about 'locker room' and its old socks smell in Playboy Potpourri in the August 1976 issue. This is the place I remember specifically reading about this 70s sex drug, though it was not presented in that fashion exactly. It is not really...
Weeks had now passed since my first encounter with another man. That first time with Bob had stirred so many emotional and sexual feelings within my 18 year old mind. On one hand I felt this overwhelming sense of guilt. I believe this guilt stemmed from my self identity as a straight man who strived to meet the societal norms of a straight man. As society no...
Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 24. In which our hero returns to home sweet home. I walk down the Jetway on Friday afternoon, the conference over and deliverance home mercifully on schedule. The conference was useful and informative and it is good to get away from the office occasionally, a chance for a professional breath of fresh air. The weekend beckon...
I woke up the next morning on the bed in the visitor's room stark naked. I was on my back with my legs spread just like Rodrigo had left me. A vague sense of panic and confusion coursed through my veins. I began to recall the facts as I tried to shake off the cobwebs. The night before, Rodrigo had dropped by my parents' house. He and I ended up in the visi...
The week that followed my backyard anal encounter with Gavin went by in a homoerotic sex-fueled blur. My head was crammed full of thoughts of cocks and hard bodies; day dreams of cocks in my mouth, of my cock in other guys' mouths; fantasies of tight round bubble butts bouncing on my dick, of my ass being crammed with dicks. I went to the gym for a good pum...
This is my first ever submission so ~ * This was the first time I'd ever met my friend's boyfriend. I live with three other girls (Jess, Ella and Charlotte) and another guy, but he was away for the weekend. We were all sat downstairs, drinking, getting high, it was me, the three girls and Charlotte's boyfriend, James. I was already attracted to him, he h...