I heard his voice booming across the swimming pool. Moments later he was holding out his hand and welcoming me. My hand was almost lost in his meaty paw. My friend Paul had taken me to a pool party being hosted by Stavros. This tanned, jovial Cypriot bear had a reputation for having a big heart. Earlier, as I gazed at his chunky ass rolling around in his S...
Ever since I saw my first Monday Night Football game when I was ten years old, I have been an obsessed football fan. And during football season, my Sunday afternoons are spent at the local sports bar – cheering and screaming with everyone else. This is certainly a typical Sunday afternoon for most heterosexual American men, and in many ways I am a typical g...
How long have I been bisexual? Good question. For as long as I can remember, my fascination with sex involved both genders. My actual experiences as a youth, however, always involved girls, women, whatever, the female of the species. There was always a part of me that focused on the men when viewing porn. Was I projecting myself into their role, imagining my...
The dinner menu, for me, had one course that my hosts, Alan and Julie, couldn't have imagined: My crystal-clear memory of that long-ago day when I saw Alan nude, with as perfect a cock as I'd ever encountered. And I saw it, I later concluded, for a reason. Alan wanted me to. That was a decade ago. Alan and I were colleagues and sometime friends at a Boston...
My company sent me to Las Vegas for a conference. The typical corporate bullshit. They need any reason to justify an all expense paid trip to America's home of debauchery and sin. Of course, I wasn't going to object. Fifty dollar a day per diem, a hotel on the strip, and only 8 hours of actual work between two days; sitting and listening to some industry "bi...
I was the last one out of the pool late one evening. I had done my mile of laps, and was feeling pretty good. I entered the gang shower room, hung up my towel, put my fins and goggles on the shelf, and turned on the shower. Man, that first blast is really nice. I let the water cascade over my head and body, then I took my jammers off and hung them up. I star...
Note: Names have been altered to protect involved parties. The big day was coming. Our school was hosting an awesome player that was sure to help our team become the unstoppable machine that would dominate our entire conference for years to come! We had a hall of fame coach in place and we had several SuperStars on our team already. This would just be the i...
My "meetings" with Steve went on all spring. He would shoot me a text with a simple "?" once or twice a week, and whenever he saw my car alone in the driveway. He lived a block and a half away, but worked close enough to home that he came home for lunch or to take care of the dog if he needed to. His girl, Sam, worked twelve hour shifts three days a week s...
*This chapter was a bit disturbing even for me, and i cried a bit while i was writing it. all characters are 18+ I don't think anyone will enjoy this chapter, except maybe the end, but be cheerful, good things will come, for this is not the last chapter, but the penultimate one.* * I woke up in a room that was cold, and pitch black...and I wasn't alone....
My legs were wrapped around his hips; my eyes were watering, and locked on his. And the driver reviver Tarzan was between my thighs, swinging me back and forth as I hung suspended, wrapped in the lianas trailing down from the jungle canopy high above us. He was swinging me so that his humungous dick sunk into me to the hilt on each swing forward, then nearly...