I can still remember my very first experience. I was a freshman in college and horny as hell. One night I was lying there absently stroking my cock, when I remembered that seedy looking adult bookstore outside the hotel we d stayed at when I visited the school the year before. I threw on some clothes, grabbed my keys and headed out. I d love to have seen th...
Summer evening in rural Northern California, the evening after our afternoon's adventures down near the river. ***** We had a good leisurely dinner in the cabin, the four of us, everyone talking all over the map. My groin had that warm suffusing glow that comes after a good climax, in this case two of them that afternoon. Lenny's voice was animated, he tol...
Author's note: The following is a continuation of my experiences working at an adult store with a back room in the small college city. In the first chapter, I described how I got the job and my first experiences with anonymous gay sex. One older man even offered to pay me for light cleaning, if he could provide the outfit. For more details, please read part...
Some boys claim the way to a man's heart is through his stomach-those boys must be bad in bed... Give a man a choice between a delicious steak, or a mind-numbing, body-shaking orgasm, a dominant man will choose his hard cock over his rumbling stomach-well, most of the time anyway, hahahaha... If that means having to indulge their harmless whims and fantasi...
Author's note - I interrupt my upload of poorly-written decades old fantasies (more of those later) for a recent update on the story of meeting John on the adult personals site. ***** The weekend was freezing. Winter had come to my town a bit late but with a vengeance. I sat alone at home wondering what to do with the weekend. For those of you from the no...
The experiences in the gay section of the sex shop's viewing areas left me suspended in aroused possibilities. Entering the hetero section was the start of exploring it in detail, my just sucked cock feeling lazily content pressed against the leg of my jeans while walking around. By this point, much of my hesitation and glancing had disappeared, and I paid m...
It was 1978. I was about to graduate from High School and was touring local Universities, trying to decide where to go in the fall. My friend Mitch and I decided to take a road trip to Washington State University, where we both had been accepted, a drive of about 6 hours from Seattle. WSU is in Pullman, WA and is really out in the middle of nowhere. I was ap...
With my face forcefully buried in my Uncle's crotch, unable to see anything, I could hear the discussion between the two men. "I'm going to enjoy this new compliance device, it'll be nice not seeing it on my boy," Mike said as he sat back down on the couch, rifling through the contents of the box. "We may as well set up the control software now, you should...
Please note that the beginning of this story will make sense if you read part one: Weekend with Kenton - Friday "I like those pants, damnit." Kenton said, before embarking on a silence that seemed endless. "Get dressed. I'm taking you to breakfast." I smiled, not really realizing I had reacted. The fact that he still wanted to be around me after all thi...
This is a true story as told to me in an email from a reader. I looked forward to joining the Army. The only choice I had, really. My parents had no money, and we lived in the poorest town in the poorest part of Alabama. Jobs were hard to get and paid only enough to make crime worthwhile. Aside from the part about you-might-get-killed, the Army was the orig...