This following true story is part 2 of my original story titled "His Girl Wont... I Take Her Place". * We both sat there with Tamara. I couldn't stop contemplating everything I had just done in my head... everything Mike just did in my mouth... And I was so turned on just thinking about it. In my mouth and all over my tongue I could taste his dick and his...
'Mate! Sssh.' 'Why sssh? He's gonna wake up anyway.' 'Just sssh.' Sammy's door slid slowly open, light from the hallway spilling across his sleeping face – relaxed and deeply asleep, his lips still somehow managed to pout invitingly. His sheets had slid down as he'd settled into sleep, bunching around his hips and leaving his trim, twink body on display,...
Bryan walked away for a moment and left me standing in the shower. I dried off like he told me to and sat down on a three-legged stool. Only a few minutes had gone by when he came back through the door. My massaging had me relaxed and content, but the sudden loud jerking of the door startled me. Bryan carried a box over and put it down on the desk with a thu...
My name is Curtis. This is a true story of how I explored my sexuality. Names and locations changed to protect the people involved. The big city life always intrigued me. That's why I moved from North Carolina to New York first chance I got. I left my girlfriend and my family behind to work in New York City. I was a photographer and video editor. This is a...
I can't fucking believe I'm doing this. There are twelve guys in the next room waiting to fuck me. I have all but the last 3" of a double ended 18" dildo in my ass. I am lubing up again before I go out there in the living room. I can barely walk with this thing in me. I've never done anything like this before. I don't think of myself as gay, but I discover...
It all started when I accepted an invitation to go over to my friend Dave's house. Dave was a wealthy guy who lived in a large, almost like a mansion, type of house. I had grown up with Dave but I didn't consider him one of my closest friends or anything. He could be kind of spoiled and arrogant but because he was wealthy, he always had the best toys, partie...
I had always hated surprises. They made me anxious. I overthink them. He told me he had a surprise for me when I got home from work. I worried about it for hours, wondering what it could be. I thought about things I had asked for recently, everything I could possibly imagine. He hadn't given me any clues as to what it was, so I guess I'd just have to wait. F...
This true account of the activities of a mature 50'ish guy continues from my first time at a bathhouse entitled The Making of a Real Bathhouse Slut. As I drove home from the bathhouse the first week I had a hundred different things going through my head, one of which was guilt. I quickly realized that after years of no sex with my wife there was really noth...
The typically FIFA game is only five minutes, so it didn't take long for us to dive right into action. I placed my controller in my lap to cover up my flaccid cock, even though I was plenty proud of it. Despite what Ayden had said, I knew that my dick was average and felt confident that I was much bigger than this teenager who was eight years younger than me...
Dakota cranes his neck to see Evan grinning, smiling back at him as he trudges through the doors that lead to the second floor of the gay bar. The crowd is still sparse until he reaches the bottom of the stairs, the two twink dancers still moving rhythmically and collecting tips. He quickly looks away. The last thing he needs right now is for his boyfriend t...