I was 18 when I lost my cherry. Not in the normal way, not in the boy meets girl kind of way. That didn't happen until I was 22, and was a total let down compared to my real first. His name was Scott, he was tall, dark and had a tight firm body. My first girl was chubby and drunk and I didn't quite catch her name. Still before I met Scott I was very straight...
Something wasn't right. My body was sore, my head was pounding. I slowly cracked open my dry eyes. I looked around. I was strapped to a gynecologist table by my wrists and ankles. There was a man in his early 20s standing there in jeans. He was ripped. He grinned at me. I just started. I didn't ask where I was. I didn't ask to go. I didn't ask what was goin...
It had been a couple of days since my first encounter with Jonny, the masseur on our holiday island in the Maldives. I'd seen him a couple of times since. It seems that all of the staff on the island have multiple tasks, as when he was not massaging, he seemed to be carrying laundry, or delivering drinks. I wanted to have a return trip to the massage room,...
I loved feeling the warm sun on my chest as I laid on my back. The towel I was laying on was all I had with me at the beach the July afternoon that would change me forever. My body surfing buddy was sick that day so I was by myself and feeling good: 18, in-shape, and loving summer vacation. It doesn't get better than this. At least that's what I thought unti...
Ryan woke before me, he simply laid there watching me sleep. I woke to his smiling face. "Good morning Tom." Ryan said getting on top of me. He leaned in and kissed me, a soft gentle good morning kind of kiss, his cock rock hard how was I not surprised. "Feed me Ryan." I suggested to him. "What do you mean Tom?" Ryan asked me. "Get on top of me and put...
I slowly open my eyes. I can feel his breath on my neck and I have to piss like no one's business. I slowly slip out of the bed and walk to the bathroom. When I finish, I walk back into the bedroom and he's still snoring. I gently walk out to the kitchen and start the coffee. I also dig out some eggs from the fridge and whip up some omelets and toast for u...
A hundred thoughts went through my mind, while Smith held my lower lips down and slowly started massaging my crotch. What am I supposed to do? Why is he doing this? Isn't he married? Will I be able to escape from here? But the most important thought that kept lingering was -- How the hell am I getting a boner? Am I gay? "You look ripe and delicious, I'm gla...
It was something of a coup, as a journalist, to get an interview with the ambassador of a Middle Eastern country. I had been working on it for months, putting out feelers and befriending staff. It was a bit like infiltrating the embassy, like a spy might do, but I wasn't troublemaker: I was in the business of demystifying things. That's what i do. I talk to...
All people in this fictitious story are over 18 years of age. All characters are fictitious and if anyone seems familiar it is purely coincidental. *** Kevin had turned 19 years old. It was like a clock had awakened inside him. He had seen his friend Johnny 30 years old and had gone through some hypnosis sessions with him. Johnny had put suggestions in Ke...
"Why don't you take some time to think about it?" "No, Dad. I just want to get the hell out of here." I demanded, letting my head fall back against the door. I should have known this wouldn't go over well with my father. He'd want to know reasons and I didn't want to fess up to why I was practically a sobbing mess on my dorm room floor. It was taking everyt...