My name is Brett King. When I was six year old my Dad started me on a routine of doing push-ups every morning and every evening before I went to bed. By the time I was in high school, I had been working out at the local gym and my pecs had filled out and my shoulders were wide. My arms had some awesome veins showing along my biceps. I was really proud of my...
*note: I suggest reading chapter 1 first* *** John's eyes slowly opened. He had been dreaming. Like every night for the past week, it was the same dream - the recollection of when Henry took his anal virginity. And just like every other night, he was sporting an erection so hard it was almost painful. And also just like every other night, the first thing h...
Chapter 2. "Growing Accustomed to the Taste" Throughout life we have experiences that fundamentally change us. Such was my first night in the car with Carlos, the 40-year-old Latino cook at the diner I worked at. In an abandoned parking lot I became somebody who had willingly sucked another man's cock. The next morning I awoke to the sound of the doorbel...
I remember the first time I ever thought of being of receiving anal. It was 1973 and I was laying in bed with my girlfriend at the time. We had just had sex and I asked her about having anal sex. She laughed and asked me how I would feel about having someone shove a big cock up my ass. I told her that I didn't think that anyone would be interested in fucking...
To preface: I am straight; not kinda straight, not bi-curious, not attracted to the male physique in even the slightest - I am straight. I have a wonderful, beautiful girlfriend who satiates my every sexual craving; however, I have fantasized for many years lately about being dominated by a man. Being a Marine infantryman and a combat veteran, having worked...
"Uhhh," he twists, turns and moans in his fitful sleep, groaning as he slowly awakens from the night's erratic slumber. His sweat soaks through the cotton sheets from his spastic somatic sleep, fighting his nightly battle with the angry sandman, as he does not want to awaken to the new day and the reality that comes with it. He rolls over on his back, brin...
I lived in a house by myself in a pretty regular suburban area, next door to a guy named Stephan. Stephan was a skinny, bald black guy who loved women and apparently women loved him. He'd brag about it all the time when I came over to his house, and I used to listen half amused, but after some time I had kind of pictured him as being pretty gifted in bed and...
Hello, my name is Anderson, I am 18 years old and today marks the beginning of my second year of university. Yes, I graduated high school and got into uni young. No, I am not some prodigy maths kid. I study fine arts and I swim: just your average six-foot skinny white boy. Being young, I didn't socialise too much in first year as I wasn't old enough to buy...
The contrasts between visits can be striking. Sometimes, everything flows in glorious fun, and other times, one realizes just how much a role luck plays in the best visits. The memories from this visit are even hazier than normal, having spent easily more than an hour with my cock in several men's willing mouths, and at least a further half hour with a man'...
There was nobody special I wanted to see at my ten-year reunion, but I went anyway, and was pleasantly surprised. It was a fun evening, and I collected a few phone numbers of people I hoped to reconnect with later. As the evening wound down, I ended up at a table with an old friend, drinking beers and talking. Keith and I had played in a couple of bands toge...