The bodybuilder toweled himself off and posed to admire himself in the mirror in the locker room before dressing. He was one ripped dude; hard as steel everywhere. So hard that his veins had nowhere to go other than to pop out on his body and flow across it. He liked that. All men of steel had that. He'd worked hard to get here. And he hadn't gone the easy r...
Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 25. In which our hero returns to old haunts. I enter the video shop and it is like greeting an old friend. Such has been my bicycle training and racing schedule and my involvement with Thad and S** that I have not been here for many months. Lately I have had the most intense craving for my old favorite pastimes, wanking whi...
It was another Friday night and time to leave the clubs. I had met friends out, so I had my own car and decided to go to the bookstore again. I pulled into the lot of the Paris Adult Bookstore. The lot was full, which meant I had a good shot at getting some head. I browsed around for a bit looking at what was around back then. Books and magazines. From t...
In the last week of May, 1979, before the bogeyman Aids, and on a Friday, of course, I was laid off from work; I had already lined up a new job that didn't start until the first week of September, so I was in the perfect position to live out a purely disgusting and promiscuous summer. I am a cum slut; I have no moral conflict-I want to suck off as many cocks...
The champion soccer player for the night, all decked out in his silks and his team-color knee-high socks, left his basement apartment in the old row house and strutted down St. Phillip and across Basin Street and North Rampart, into New Orleans' French Quarter. He held his head high, his chest out, his tight butt tucked in, and his basket thrusting out in fr...
I had a problem. Just a few years ago this problem never could have arisen. The problem was that I get very excited when I suck another man's dick, but I look and usually act like an alpha male. I was attracting a bunch of submissive cocksuckers when I desperately wanted to be someone's bitch. In my everyday life, I am a masculine, fit, hairy guy married to...
The third time may or may not be charmed, but it took three bathhouse visits before another chance arose to make further hard core pictures of sex with another man. Admittedly, the visit's first hour was without highlights, nothing much happening in the steam room, where at least 8 men were. Upstairs, there was some good porn playing, prompting me to enjoy...
Generally, the baths can be described as a serious place for easy male sex. Last Thursday, that seriousness was put aside for a bit, at my apparently amusing expense. Arriving just at opening, finished with my customary beer, I went downstairs, showered, and slid into the empty whirlpool. The warm water felt nice, though when the splashing central jet start...
Like many married men, I've become curious. I'm happily married, I love my wife, and I had never been with anyone since our marriage. But I began to fantasize about using toys, dildos, and ultimately being taken with a strapon. That was a huge turn-on for me but it was just fantasy. I began getting toys and began using them, and then I found cum eating instr...
It was the first time actually experiencing what sex with a man could be, far beyond the intensely focused joys offered by a glory hole, something more encompassing, even more irresistible than imagined. Over the preceding few weeks, the idea of kissing my first man had been growing as a fantasy, a delightful idea that drifted into awareness while stroking...