The Stockade.....................The End It was late now, almost 3:30 in the morning and I had just gotten some head and ass from two different guys in the last hour or so. I had never let a man touch my cock before, honestly, I didn't even think about men that way.. Maybe there weren't any women here, but there seemed like there were plenty of guys that wo...
I didn't have to wait for long until Ben to came over again. Two days later there was at the front door looking a bit fidgety and nervous. He was wearing a T-shirt and loose fitting board shorts that weren't completely hiding his thick, erect cock. "Would you like something to drink," I asked as we walked down to the lounge room. "Yes thanks", replied Be...
This story's a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It's not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do. * At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn't going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bi...
It must have been a little after midnight when she finally stopped rustling around in her sleep. I have always looked forward to this time of night because it is the only time that I can be my true self. I carefully peeled back the sheets and started my voyage to the edge of the bed. Ever so slightly I nudged my hips inch by inch closer to sweet freedom. She...
I walked in, and that's when it hit me. The smell of sex, attacks you the moment you walk through the door, the smell of men on men, all here for thing, to get off and get other people off. The thoughts and images that flash through my mind excites me even more, the thought of being fucked hard just to please a stranger or strangers made my cock swell and ac...
It was a hot day, and I was out doing my laps in the pool when the roofers arrived. They had started the previous afternoon, just diddling around and getting their supplies where they wanted them. The older of the two was a well-turned-out, chiseled-featured, and solidly built dude, probably in his early forties, with prematurely graying dark hair. He looked...
The cable guy was due any minute. I'd been without Internet for days since a big storm blew through town; electricity had returned but not the Net, and as a mature gay man who loved his porn, it was maddening. I called up some gay wrestling stories I had saved, really smoking hot stuff about older men being dominated in various holds by young, smooth-skinne...
The clock said 8:oo P.M., Sunday evening. It was time to go. I checked the contents of my bag and made sure that I had everything that he had requested. In the soft leather bag, was a ball gag for my mouth, three butt plugs, small, medium and large, a dildo that resembled a large, fleshy penis, leather handcuffs, a French Maid's outfit, school girl skirt, th...
The following is the true story of my first experience with a man: Where to start? For the longest time I didn't realize I was bisexual. I'm pretty sure it started with porn. When we turned 18, one of the first things my buddies and I did was make a trip to the local porn shop on the seedy side of our town. It was incredible. Looking at all the toys, linger...
Nearly two weeks had passed since Trevor lured me to the bath house and gave me the fucking of my life. He owned me after that. That older, mature man knew I was his. I badly wanted him again. I wanted that thick cock, that strong sweaty body, those powerful arms controlling me. Each night I squirmed in my bed, imagining that bulging mushroom head forcing it...