After not seeing Marcus for over two weeks, I was horny for some of his great sex. Henri, Julius and Althea had given me good lovemaking, but I wanted his hard fucking, fucking that he had shown me that I didn't want to be without. I called him Friday evening, to ask what he would be doing on Saturday. When he answered, I said: "Hi Marcus, what have you bee...
All characters are 18 and over. They drink a lot, so they might also be British. I also wrote it high as fuck, so drop a line if you think I should do that more often. Work with me, people! ***** 1 The night city rolled by in glares and blurs. Golds and blues, and golds and blues. Streaking streetlight against the darkest of the small hours. That pleasant...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * Have you ever felt the tiny goosebumps along your skin before that eerie feeling comes over you? It's like a slow motion reaction. The goosebumps come, and you notice them. Then you feel the cold chill and for a moment, everything is quiet. It's like the calm before the storm.....
(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the Sabb story "Finding Heaven.") * I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end high up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light...
A recent curiosity about the alternative life style had led me to a local ABS that I had read about and that it had a set of booths that had glory holes. Given my absolute need for discretion I felt that this was the best way for me to experiment with this life style and still keep my straight identity intact. I still can't explain why I went there for the...
[Note: Despite the category of this story, there is no male/male sex, or even foreshadowing of it, in this segment of the story.] * It was a the tiniest piece of red foil—easy to miss. So easy that my wife clearly had. I could have, too. If I'd missed it, the cleaning lady certainly would have cleaned it up the next day, on her weekly visit and, then, thi...
I met Gino on the Internet.. Being Italian I assumed he lived in Italy because he was always talking about it how it was in his home town of Naples, and he spoke with a broken accent.That is when he wasn't talking porn and I soon found out that he is the other way inclined, which was a blessing because I am too. Well not quite because I am bi, but I liked Gi...
Arthur wasn't a soccer fan, but as turned out, there were worse ways to spend an afternoon that watching the World Cup in a nearly deserted hotel bar. *** Being stuck in Buffalo, New York on a Saturday in June wasn't my idea of how to spend a nice summer afternoon, but when business is like it has been lately, you do what the boss asks with a smile. So th...
(Note: This is a direct continuation from "First Explorations, Ch. 02") A half hour after having a cock inside me for the first time, I was ready for more. Smoke, my first true lover, lay on his back on the low bed. His blue-black skin contrasted sharply with the cream-white sheets- sheets that were already rumpled and damp with drying sweat. He was lean a...
Lexington a colleague of one of my friends, was introduced to us all in the pub, and I got on well with him right from the start, despite me being a twenty-year old student and him being a good seven years older than me. That same evening we met I let him know that I was bisexual, just so he was clear, but thankfully although he seemed completely straight, w...