Fucking matron was the national sport at our public school (that’s “private school” for Yanks). It was a rite of passage without which no future Australian captain of industry could hope to attain a Dick Grasso-esque remuneration package. But final year frolics came first. We'd reached 18 and were ready to rock and roll. We were wizards of wanking . . . mas...
"Ever wrestle before?" It was an odd question to come out of nowhere from someone I had just barely got to know. I stopped walking and looked down at my skinny frame for a moment, then back to the face of my college schoolmate. "Are you kidding?" I replied, laughing. "Do I look like a wrestler to you?" Perry, who really wasn't that much bigger than me phy...
My name is JD and I work out of the Denver office for an IT consulting firm. We have had a couple of our consultants from out of town in on a major project. One of them is Wade, who is an excellent consultant from our Atlanta office. I have worked with him often over the last couple of years and I consider him a good friend. He has a long-term relationship w...
Chapter 22: Good Medicine "Ennnggghh..." Merrick moaned as he lay on the rollaway cot, realizing that he is now in Adam's bedroom. He can hear Adam's voice talking. He peeked as he saw Adam standing at the doorway, his back facing him, and holding up a small object to his ear. "... Yes, Captain? It's Adam... Yeah, I'm calling to ask if I might have the nex...
I couldn't wait for the nightly room check. Last night I had the most erotic encounter of my young life when I walked in on Tom lying naked in his bed, with his cock rock hard. I had not seen him on campus all day, so I was hoping for a repeat performance. I tried to be cool as I walked the dorm hallway, knocking on doors, "Room check," I called out each ti...
Guys never admit they need assistance. Just take male drivers that get lost - how often do they admit they need directions? It never happens. And this is what is so great with guys - you can fuck them in semi-public, and they will rarely, if ever, shout for help! Ever straight guys - or as a matter of fact - ESPECIALLY straight guys. Which I have done repeat...
(Wrote for fun to give a try at a category I've not written in before. Hope it's enjoyable) Rivulets of sweat run down my bare skin to dampen the already wet edge of my leather pants. I keep a slow count as I pull down the rope on the bellows. The constant even rhythm I've kept going for the last hour at least. My shoulders and chest burn from the effort....
I observed Scott. Buns swaying, eyes shut tight, hand sliding up and down his engorged cock. He continued saying the line I had taught him: "I'm keeping my eyes closed, my cock hard, and my bubble buns moving..." He became aware of my eyes boring into him and his cock gained new life. It grew and thickened in his hand and he began to moan through his words...
In my fifties, right after receiving my first magazine from the senior's group so well known, my sciatica began to give me problems. So, almost out of desperation, I looked in a personal services section of a highly regarded provider of ads for things from house repairs to healthcare. I knew I didn't want to use one of the chains because I felt they had a go...
It was a 3 day conference and I met Steve, I failed to mention his name in the first story, on the first day of the conference. I sat through all the boring ass seminars that we had to go to, and the mindless meetings that we had, and all I could think of was what had happened the night before. How could it be that I had gay sex with a man that I had just m...