I had just turned 19 and had been doing gymnastics from the age of 4 or 5 years old. Gymnastics builds the body up you use every muscle in training and competition and as a result, your body is lean but all muscle. When I started I was a skinny kid but years of training every day in the gym had turned me into a 13-stone slab of muscle. The girls at school wo...
This short story is an abridged depiction of an experience that still leaves me baffled. My wife and I bought a home from an eighty-something widower four years ago. Victor seemed nice enough in spite of the fact that he was selling the home he and his wife had built in the mid-fifties. All was going well with the inspection and closing until a discrepancy i...
Chapter 1: I parked my car four houses down from the house the man I was following had parked in front. I watched the middle-aged man who was about six-two and wearing a brown fleece jacket, jeans and a brown baseball cap get out of his car, throw a backpack over his shoulder and walk up to the front door of the non-descript but rather large house in a newe...
I'd like to share with you my first experience of being a slut. This story is completely true and took place a few years ago when I was 24 years old. It's also an experience that I have yet to better. In my early twenties I began to be aware that I had a peculiar side to my sexuality. My tastes became kinkier and I began to think about men in a different wa...
**********AUTHOR'S NOTES********** Since I failed to warn about the Hetero sex in the last chapter I figured I would move my Author's notes to the top rather than the bottom, to give adequate warning for any specifically non-gay male category elements. n this chapter there will be slight Het sex but no real detail on it. There will also be some non-consent...
Marcus brought entirely too much food to be defined as a "snack". He had piled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, cookies, almonds, even slices of cake. When he attempted to precariously juggle it all on one flimsy paper plate, it didn't end well for him. As he lowered the plate to me his rather large boot tapped the edge of the bedframe an...
Chapter 2: The Cube The phone rang and I sat there and looked at it through five rings. I recognized the number on the caller ID. I wouldn't answer it. After seven rings it would kick over to the machine. Ring number six. "Hello." "You know who this is. Come to me." "Look, I'm sorry, but . . ." "Come to me now. Shower and clean yourself out. Don't bothe...
Hunter let the phone line hang empty while I considered his request. I'd always gone along with the bondage because it was a sure way of getting him into bed. No matter what scheme he had for teasing me while I was helpless, we almost always ended up with him on his back, his legs on my shoulders and my sex buried deep in his ass. But this suggestion was...
The cold late October wind had thoroughly chilled both Eric and Jeffrey as they finished their round of golf at the neighborhood course. It was only noon but both men were die-hard golfers and had no problem starting early. Jeffrey, a tall thin man in his early seventies with bright blue eyes who still retained a nice head of white hair, was a retired wido...
I've had a lifelong attraction to leather and latex and for as long as I can remember I have had a craving for cock and cum. More recently I found I also love being fucked. It's been too long since these interests, desires, cravings were satisfied. I am new to the area so I hadn't met anyone in the community to share and explore these interests. I found a lo...