It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
The year that I turned 18 was a busy one for me. I had just taken my A level exams at college, and was waiting to see if the results would allow me to go to the university of my choice. I had a long hot summer to wait, and spent the summer living in a holiday chalet that my parents owned on the Norfolk coast. I spent every sunny day on the beach, and in the...
Harold was at first not sure about his new job at the mostly Black college, having grown up in lily-white suburbia. But after a month refilling the supplies of the big Black football players, particularly in the locker room, Harold was beginning to enjoy the perks. The huge Black jocks were demanding, but increasingly Harold enjoyed their company. He provide...
With apologies to the late, great Ursula K. LeGuin. The following story is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations and explicit and crude language. It is not intended for children. The situations it describes may be unsafe in real life - use good judgement and play safe, sane and consensual. Feedback is very welcome! Email...
Kneeling in front of Al in the headlights along a dirt road, Andy contemplated the fact that having just completed his first blow job, he was now being told to strip naked. Nudity was not a major issue for Andy, he had after all, in younger days, been to a nudist colony on numerous occasions. The fact that his best friend, who had driven them to this locatio...
I have always enjoyed being nude. As a child my parents had a difficult time keeping a swimsuit on me in the summer. In fact, our family often skinny-dipped together on camping trips. I was fascinated by sleeping nude; feeling the cold cotton sheets against my skin. As a teenager, I loved going for bike rides in the country, swimming nude in a gravel pit pon...
WARNING: This story contains words that may be offensive to some readers. As they are not the author's point of view, such words were used liberally in basic training, especially back in the seventies. And I assure you, oh savvy reader, the story is fictional. All characters are over 18. This is basic military training of a very different kind. "How's the...
It was all her fault. Really it was, I swear. I mean why else would I have ended up at the pornshop sucking cock and getting fucked through a gloryhole? It was her fault. Can't you see that?? Ok, maybe I better start from the beginning. I was on a business trip to Wheeling a few years back. Yea, Wheeling. Nail City. And about as exciting as a sack of nails....
--Ahhh....don't you just love the smell of sex and cum? Naked bodies writhing in a shine of perspiration and that gooey wet feel of cum dripping of your skin. --Sigh. --I'm naked at my place with my fist gliding up and down my six inch long cut shaft, with my first cum load beginning to dry on my chest as I work on my second. On screen have been an ongoing...
Edgar is my husband of nearly six years. The last four of them have been mostly sexless. We're not out of love. Life's little traumas have a way of intruding where they have no business being. It therefore sparks excitement in me when, at 3 a.m., I feel him erect against my buttocks, between our spooning bodies. An Edgar hard-on is always cause for excitem...