This story is a work of fact and not a figment of my sexual imagination. However if you are under 18, or offended by frank, open, graphic sexuality of all adult types then please do not read it. If you are not offended please enjoy. My first experience with a cock as a sex object (rather than seeing others in the showers) was when I was on holiday in Ame...
It always seemed like a blessing. It's what everyone wants. A big dick. But, it's been more of a curse. I've been able to fuck some people, but a lot of times, people are worried about whether it'll be too much. So, they don't even want to try. And even when they do, they usually end up being right. I'll get most of the way in, but they can't take any more....
My name is Aaron O'Shea. A short, skinny and red-haired young man of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved there from the town of Boston, in the state of Massachusetts. So far, I don't like the Confederation of Canada. Where I grew up, racial diversity in schools, neighbourhoods and the workplace was a mainstay. Canada is full...
This story brings you all upto date on my bi life,I have only written about the meets that have been memorable. I have a lot more stories but feel that they are not good enough to put on here, however I will continue to post any future stories that are worth telling. The last guy I had met was a bit of a disaster, he had been too rough and had put me off se...
Note: This story explores a bisexual/bi-curious relationship where two friends explore the boundaries of their sexuality. * "Here goes nothing," I thought as I clicked submit. I had finally mustered the courage to post an advertisement. For quite a while I had kept my online habits a dirty, little secret. I'd go on chat sites and swap porn links with othe...
-- This first part of the story is told from Rory's point of view. (And the next installment alluded to by Sebastian will be posted within two weeks.) -- I wretched over the toilet and another torrent of sick splattered into the bowl. I had a stomach bug and forty-eight hours earlier I had also been forced to get train-track braces along my bottom row of te...
The best thing about this story, is it's totally true. I was visiting New Orleans for a weekend in 1998, when a hurricane blew into town. Between the driving rain and the drinks from the bars, I was hopelessly turned around and to be quite honest, I was drunk. The kind of drunk that makes you forget you're walking in the rain, or for that matter, care that...
My name is Michael Charleston. I am a young black man living in New York City. I attend the state university and currently, I am taking up business administration. It's alright, I guess. The story that I'm about to tell you takes place during Spring Break of 2006. I had decided to hang out with my friends whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm referring of...
Hey Guys! Here's a new story I'm working on which is a bit of a shift from some of the work I've posted on here. The series will feature bareback sex (all between consenting adults) and a bit raunchier content, but nothing too crazy. Still working through a couple of ideas of how I see the story going, so please feel free to let me know what you think. Thank...
This is another fantasy about being forced to be a sex toy in a rest stop. If you don't have any interest in such a thing please don't leave negative feedback. It involves male-on-male sex and more.. Well, I find myself on the road yet again, and am hoping for more dirty fun like I had at the rest stop in California a few days ago. I'm in New Mexico just...