Up to this point I had never been with what most people describe as a bear (hairy, muscular, and maybe some extra padding). I met James at a friend's party, and we had talked and then gotten together afterwards. He was 39, white and a true to form bear. He was not fat or overly muscled. But you could tell he worked out. H wasn't overly hairy, just enough to...
It was a regular day like any other I was taking a short break from my work to check out some hardcore porn as I was thinking about how great a nice hard cock would feel banging my ass. I had been to a local Adult Bookstore before and had sucked a couple of dicks I was thinking about how hot it would be to go back and see if there were any big cocks that wou...
I planned on going straight to the office after leaving the job site, but after thinking about my first meeting with Reed (and, if I was willing to admit it, a bit horned up by the luscious Rico), I decided to go home first. I knew Reed planned to work from home this morning before heading out of town on a business trip, so I hoped I could catch before he...
So it was New Years eve, the time to party, to celebrate, and with any bit of luck, get laid. And in the past I've had absolutely no problems getting laid on New Years Eve. Sometimes it was because I was lucky, others it was because I lowered my standards, or alcohol lowered them and I got laid. In either case my main goal of having sex has been accomplished...
True story First off, I would like to say that I have never written any erotic stories before. This story is true, and hopefully it will be the first installment in a multipart series of my adventures as a BDSM submissive. I am a 50 year old married white male. I am new to bi and new to being submissive. I did have a friend in high school (which was a long...
Mark lay on the bed, arms at his sides, legs slightly apart, eyes closed. A contented smile creased his face. He wiggled his ass getting comfortable. The light from the cracked bathroom door splashed across his ass and face. I stood beside the bed. A cascade of images flooded my mind...Connie wiggling her butt like Mark...my hands roaming her supple body......
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...
I felt his eyes burn into the back of my shaggy head. My name is, Tom, I work nights at a local pub. It had been 13 years since the last time we were closer than I had ever been with another man. When I turned and saw Carl's big frame, I instantly flashed back to my freshman year at Ithaca, in the locker room, the night that the two of us were the last ones...
Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. ***** I've always been curious about gay sex. It might not have been a top priority, but I found myself fantasizing about something gay once every day or two for my recent years. I liked ass play, and fingered myself while I jerked off pretty regularly. I got tired of the preparation and cleanu...
It was late. Correction. It was really late. Like going on 3am late. And I was still in the Fine Arts building. There are many perks to being a music major, but late night practice sessions are one of the biggest downsides. It was nearing the end of the semester, which meant juries were soon. Juries are playing exams where each student plays for all the...