Jacob let his pen roll across his desk without stopping it. He didn't care enough to grab it. He was bored beyond words as he waited for the day to attempt to entertain him. The small ballpoint making its short lived escape was the most action he had experienced all morning. Mentally drifting to other activities that he could be engaged in a soft smile cross...
Thank you for the feedback! All characters are 18+ ***** May 2nd 2020 They had heard, then saw. the jets again just a few days ago. Steven couldn't identify them. They had Russian markings and looked old. Jennifer didn't care. Who ever was running America these days wouldn't find them in their carnivorous paradise. Jennifer was pregnant again, and was...
Part true, part fantasy--all erotic. Fun to have lived through, fun to have composed--lots of fun to read! T’was the summer of 1963! Now, that is a long time ago—long before most of you were even born. Things were different then. Sex was around—yes even back then—but it was a lot different. The sexual revolution hadn’t hit the streets yet. People were...
Of course I was nervous, I had modelled before, but not often, and always for a class. This was private. And for a guy. He said he wanted to take to draw me with an eye to producing a series of paintings. We arranged to meet, in a cafe near his house. I already had his address. We had a quick coffee, managed some moderate sized conversation, and went to his...
Following Sid's death, life at Acton was becoming unbearable, what with workmates teasing me about losing a 'husband' and Vicky's partner now back home depriving me of some 'home comforts', so taking Sid's advice, for he was convinced that working on the Piccadilly Line was responsible for his demise I asked for a transfer to one of the depots on the Metropo...
At night I sometimes find myself unable to sleep. On those occasions I know what I need to do. I throw the covers off me and put a hand on my cock. It's odd, but I have learned over time that when I masturbate, I often get a bigger charge fantasizing about near-misses than about times I actually scored. Never have figured out what that means. Does mean I...
I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns. I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then...
Rick spent the next day wondering what would come next. He realized he was never going to be able to anticipate such an experienced older man like Jack. But he did find himself hoping that he was the best Jack ever had. What if Jack still saw other personals? What if he tried out some other young partners for sex? Rick couldn't blame him - the man was so vir...
Here I was, still lying on a mattress, enjoying all the tingling sensations after giving my first blow job. I was trying to get up the energy and nerve to compose myself and go back into the bar where it sounded like there was now a full house of men cavorting around. I heard the door being opened and in walked the other bartender. He was a Japanese lad who...
Thanks for the feedback. Feel free to ask questions, give suggestions or share your own experiences. * Ever since I can remember I have fantasised about other guys, and their cocks in particular. I remember going to the gym and swimming just so that I would be able to furtively check out of the meat dangling between guys legs in the locker room. However,...