The following is a true story. I first saw another man's cock in college. I had stumbled on a black man cruising in a campus restroom. He was in a stall masturbating, waiting for guys to come in. I didn't know what cruising was at the time. I thought he was just minding his own business, stroking himself, which is exactly what I came in there to do. So I s...
Bob took a long pull on the beer I had just handed him. I could see that he was thinking about what I had said about what do you want to do now. I had just given him his first guy blowjob and the reality of having his buddy suck his cock was weighing on his mind. I had done the same thinking last night after I gave Bob a handjob. It was the first time I had...
They went straight to Klaus's room once they were back. Jake didn't even question why he was not yet allowed to go to his room. Actually, he was unnerved by his ability to just obey the man without putting too much of a fight. He wasn't scared enough, apparently, and that was something Jake thought he was going to regret sooner or later. This time, Jake tri...
Before i finish the story, Sorry for the lateness of it but i had some health problems i had to take care of and i wanted to have a good idea on where to go with the story. *** So as King got behind me looking at me lustfully as i did to his monster cock, i started to wonder how much its going to hurt even after i was opened up by Peter and Derek's dicks....
After discovering that my body enjoyed things that I had never suspected I would enjoy, I decided to do some exploring, including a visit to a local gay bar. I was expecting either a "fern bar" or a "leather bar", but the place I picked out was more of a thriving dive bar with a small dance floor in back. The music was pretty good – danceable pop, rather th...
Well, things here are the "Home" sure wasn't what I expected, but it sure has been fun! It has been a couple of days since I met up with Mike. Wondering what sort of thing will happen this upcoming weekend. It is the third Friday of the month, and that means it is "social hour" at the home or as the residents call it, "happy hour". Every third Friday of the...
This is part 3 of a 3 part true story. It will be followed by a brief epilogue. For this to make sense you may want to read parts 1 and 2 first. * My head was swimming during the drive home from Jim's, now for the second time I remember very little of it. Jim's big cock, Laura's relentless and very effective humiliating control, Dee's trashy but very hot l...
*** The following is a work of fiction. Those who find similarity to any persons living or dead are really taking it way too seriously. The characters depicted are of adult age, even if they don't act like it. Though we're all adults here, certain elements may offend some readers: * graphic descriptions of sexual activity * MM anal intercourse * nonconse...
I opened the pill bottle still half asleep from sleeping in to noon and poured two caplets into my palm. I swallowed them quickly, before my mother heard me in the kitchen. Not that she would have been concerned. I had been on Prozac for three weeks now, starting it just before my first college semester ended. Now, home for a long winter break, I was upping...
The guy moving into the apartment across from ours just seemed like a typical early, middle-aged 40s dude. I didn't pay that much attention to him. He a couple of guys were muscling his furniture and boxes up the concrete stairs and into his apartment. I said hey and he introduced himself as Harold. I told him I was Kevin and gave his buddies the nod as I wa...