I waited as I heard his car pull into the driveway I held my breath, slowly letting it out. He said when he called that he had something new for me to try. I wondered what it could be. I knelt in the bedroom on the floor naked, my chain collar around my neck, the chain lead hanging down cold between my legs. My hands hooked together behind my back in the sym...
Friday nights could usually find me on the field, sweaty and a little bruised but happy as hell to be out there. After the game I'd shower with the guys, sometimes in an angry silence at a loss, thinking on what to do next time, but more often than not we simply traded jokes and laughs, high on yet another win. We didn't lose much, we took pride in that. Our...
I was at the end of the boardwalk about 4:15 the next afternoon. I saw Harold walking up the beach with another man. He looked younger than Harold, so I guessed that it must be his friend. He was in his mid-to-late forties, a little shorter than Harold, weighing in at, I'd say around 170, slender built. He had slightly balding blond hair, moustache and goate...
They were an older gay couple, the uncles of my wife's coworker's girlfriend Mandy. They had been together so long that it was unclear which of them was actually related to her. Joe looked a little older, since he had gray hair, but he was tan and in great shape. Terry was a little heavier, but still attractive, with dark brown hair and a well-trimmed beard....
Jon grabbed the scotch, and they headed inside. They grabbed towels, and Chris started toweling Jon down. Jon was a little surprised, but enjoyed the rub down, and returned the favor. They rubbed each other's bodies, and Jon was stiffening up from the soft towel and rough treatment. He was surprised; normally it took at least a half hour to get hard again. B...
One of those stories that comes to you at the least suspected time and interrupts what you're supposed to be working on in a series. The ADD kicks in and all of a sudden it's just sitting there ready to be written with your only job being filling in the details. This is fiction with bits of true sprinkled in from what could have been. It's also got a rough,...
I was sixty-five years old, when my wife, Mary, died. She'd been sick for some time so we hadn't had sex for a couple of years. And, it's funny, but I didn't even miss it. Maybe I'm getting old. And Mary hadn't been looking so great. I mean she wasn't attractive to me anymore, so I was just as happy that my sex life had come to a close. I tell this to people...
I had been playing with my ass before I even learned to jack off. Playing with my anus felt good and I liked it. When I learned to jack off, I did that for a while, but soon added anus play and fantasized about being fucked. First it was that I was going to get tricked into getting fucked, but then I was honest with myself. If a guy I could trust ever wanted...
*11* I'm done with Kevin again. I only hit him up when I really need a good blowjob, or to get some ass. It never happens very often, once every few months or so. I'm not really this sexual deviant or anything like that. Most nights, I'm fine with just jerking off. Sometimes I prefer it. Nobody knows me like I know myself. Sometimes it's just nice to have...
"This is nothing more than a fantasy of mine, a mind-gone-wild exercise. Those seeking a great work of written art should not expect more than that." Well, so much for my thinking about sexy mid-late-50's Leslie and fucking that bagel. I originally fantasized about fucking into Leslie's tight little ass but instead, the rough, 60+ year old dirty janitor jus...