When I read that Craiglist was going to suspend their sex ads due to a new federal law, I knew I finally was going to have to act. It scared me to do so but excited me as well. I was finally going to do something about the fantasy that had dominated my life for over three decades. I was in my thirties when I took a business trip to Houston. While there, I p...
When Rick came downstairs into the room that served as a dining room and staff lounge when it wasn't the main club room, he found only Phil from those of Groton's crew, sitting there and sipping on coffee and looking generally morose. A few other women and men Rick now knew were part of Lefty's establishment and rented by the half hour, were scattered about...
My name is Charles, I am now a forty something and still don't know what I am, straight, gay, bisexual or what. This is the story of my wilderness years. It all started when I was at university, as a mature student, where I was studying mechanical engineering. I had just started university in Manchester which my company sponsored me for. This was the end o...
Having the afternoon free gave me some wide-awake time to consider the weekend's experiences. There had been plenty of excitement; in fact exciting probably wasn't a strong enough word in some cases. The thrill of Dili's hairy Indian body and his masculinity as he had taken my anal virginity. The depravity of licking arses, including two big black chubs and...
Twenty years old and just out of basic training, I was given a three day pass form Ft.*******. It was the first one that I had ever gotten one and I wasn't sure where I was going to go. A lot of the guys just took off for the town closest to the camp but I had heard a lot about that place and really didn't want any part of it. It was just two long streets...
This is not an original story. If you're reading this you've probably read it a thousand times already. Twenty-one-year-old college straight guy has a smart, beautiful girlfriend with a big brain and big breasts and an even better appetite. But no matter how great the conversations are, the chemistry is and the sex feels right, something in him cannot be sat...
I stood at the door for a few moments to let my eyes adjust to the light. The middle aged woman pointed toward her office. She told me to wait in there. I was scared. I thought about running up the stairs. The footpath was crowded. I could escape into the crowd. I hesitated. My semi-hard cock was still bulging in my damp jeans. I was worried about more peopl...
This story was written to be the final part of the Bellapais Villa story series, which is a co-operative writing venture with sr71plt, but a very different story has replaced it. * The island ferry from Mersin in Turkey had arrived at Kyrenia in Northern Cyprus on time, which was a rare event, and after disembarking, I took the old familiar walk along the...
One night I was really bored and I flipped on the TV. It had been a few years since I'd watched any TV show religiously, and I wasn't even sure there was anything good on. "500 channels and nothing to watch," I mused to myself as I flipped through the channels lazily. But then, just as I was about to give up, I saw a brief scene of two shirtless, heavily-mus...
The two men in the garage of the split level home in Colonie, a suburb of the capital of New York State, could not have been more different in most ways, and it wasn't the wide disparity in ages that set them apart. The young man, Mark Willett, was a twenty year old college sophomore who played on the school's lacrosse team, and was a muscular lad who packe...