It wasn't a ‘heavy' workout like I expected. Pete was very careful about what he had me do. He told me that since I hadn't worked out in a few years, I needed to take it easy the first few times. He told me that a lot of people who went to the popular ‘chain' gyms got put through long exhaustive workouts by the untrained staff which not only caused a great d...
My wife and kids were making the annual pilgrimage to visit the in-laws back in Chicago. Two weeks in mid-July in the sweltering windy city – not my idea of summer vacation. Not even a few nights inside the friendly confines watching the Cubs break the hearts of the city could make up for the torture of spending two weeks with Nanny and Pappy. Lucky for me,...
It was a very melancholy time for me when I'd moved into my new house. My wife had died about a year prior and so I moved back west to be closer to my children who lived with their mother, my first wife. I was able to afford a small, pleasant house complete with a little bit of yard and a pool and hot tub in the back. It was all that I needed since my kids w...
I sat at my desk, working on paperwork in my office at battalion headquarters. I turned pages but couldn't remember a word I had read. A week. I've been a cum-slut for a whole fucking week. I bit my lip. One week ago I was a proud US Army officer, standing tall, bowing to no man. I had come up through the ranks to the silver oak leaves of a lieutenant colon...
CANDID CAMERON Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Cameron and I met at The Fawcett Inn, an off-the-beaten-track pub some distance from where we work as we were both obviously keen that our chat should be spared the curious gazes of our co-workers. He ordered a pint but I thought it best for me to stick to soft drinks as I w...
Life became real for me the summer before I started college. I had dated girls in high school even though I felt this strange attraction to guys − especially muscular guys with body hair. I played with a couple of pussies and did not get excited. Pussies seemed dirty and smelled bad. I began to visit a nearby porn shop − you know the kind: sex toys and vide...
Pete woke up alone, and the apartment smelled amazing--something delicious was cooking. He tottered unsteadily to his feet and looked down at himself. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a furious hard-on. He pulled on a clean pair of boxers, stuffing himself awkwardly into the fabric tent before trudging to the kitchen. Dean was standing at the stove n...
It all started with a thought. One thought. Three weeks ago. When my girlfriend, who, let's face it, was never very good at blow jobs, was actually giving me one. It started with me looking down at her and thinking, 'you know, I bet someone with a dick would probably know how to totally rock at this'. WHA-HA-AT? That's how it started. The thought that may...
Summary: Straight guy discovers the secret world of white submission. Note: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. Black dominance: Accidental text It was a normal day; a normal boring day like every other day, when I got a text. Hungry for cock, cocksucker? I stared at it for a minute; it was from a number I didn't recognize. I tex...
The week passed relatively quickly. Our final internship had come to an end and in less than a week, Ken and I would be off to take the test. The test that would determine our jobs for the rest of our lives. School however, was the last thing on my mind. My thoughts were occupied with one thing and one thing only; my apology to Taron. I hadn't heard anythi...