It was my first week in college. Having grown up in a small, Midwestern town, the first week in college was an immersion therapy in things that my parents and friends had only whispered about. But one thing stuck out. When I walked into my dorm, and saw my RA kissing a man. I had never seen anything like it. I had never been interested in women. I didn't kn...
A few days after my neighbor's wife discovered what we were doing she wanted to see him fuck me. She took the afternoon off from work and he came home at lunch time,this was our usual time to be together. I went upstairs dressed in my wife's tweed skirt with a half slip, a white blouse and matching panties and bra. This was the first time I fully dressed up....
Mark's eyes were closed, his brow deeply furrowed and his head thrown back against the armchair as he furiously stroked the length of his manhood. With one hand holding and pressing down the base of his shaft and balls, the other intensely pumped his glistening and incredibly turgid cock; he was hardly breathing, his whole body was tense. The sight of me, n...
Fall 2005 A year after Ryan moved out of his mother's house into his own apartment, his father called out of the blue and asked to meet him for the first time since he was a baby. His first reaction was to tell his father to go fuck himself. Ryan didn't blame the guy for leaving Mom, because anyone would have left. Ryan himself had signed the lease for his...
My first experience with gay sex was back during the summer after my freshman year of college. There was a group of friends who hung out together -- a fairly even mix of guys and girls. But I was closest friends with two; Becky and Rob. It was something of an odd relationship. We were all the same age, 19 at the time. I can't really say Rob was my "best fr...
Chapter 01 First Meeting Down a small side street where the glow of the street lamps did not reach, behind a tulip-yellow door, Mrs. Featherwink's doorman, brothel keeper, and sometime procurer, Halden, waited for the bell and admitted gentlemen late from the theaters, music halls, private clubs, drawing room entertainments, and dinners with wives to Mrs....
I woke up to the horrid sound of my alarm clock. I looked over and saw the red numbers saying 7:20. I don't know why I thought it was ever a good idea to go to the gym in the mornings. Something about being more motivated, or some shit like that. I quickly realized that I couldn't feel the warmth on my back as I had when I fell asleep. So I turned over and r...
"Oh, shit, Pete. You have me filled." I was flabbergasted. One of my students had turned the tables on me and had me skewered and pinned to the floor. "And you're starting to love it, aren't you?" Pete responded with a laugh. "It's that big black cock that's in you, Professor. The one you admired so much. Admit it, you love having me inside you. I've seen y...
Based on a picture by Millie Pelaam September 2007. * The young, attractive man frowned sullenly as the last of the flurry of camera clicks ended. He was anything but happy...or comfortable. He didn't want to be here and he certainly didn't want to be as helpless as he was. He shifted a little, trying to get some respite from the wood that dug into his n...
I'd only been in graduate school a week and already I'd let my logic professor smother me with logic enough to get in my pants. (See the previously posted "Logic One Oh Ouch.") I was trudged back to the dorm from that penetrating experience, feeling very down and very sore, hoping that no one would ever learn about my humiliation; angry at the professor, not...