Chapter 22. In which our hero enjoys an afternoon delight. It is Sunday afternoon and the last lap of the race has just started. Two of my teammates are behind me and we are in the lead group of twenty or so. Our sprinter is the last in line. My job is to keep us near but not at the front until we are within the last mile before the finish line. My legs...
I thought I should step back and share the story that, more than anything, made me who I am today. If you have read my story, A Hot Hotel Room, then this is a sort of sequel to that. If not, you should, (shameless plug...I know) but it's not really that necessary for enjoying this one. That was a story about my first homosexual experience. This is the story...
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...
--- Darren Tyler got me good in the car. It had been a long time since I'd had anything. Too long. I had a little more willpower the next time we went out and kept him at bay. He whined like a little puppy, then he got a little rougher. There was a wolf in there. Three more nights in a row he tried to get his hand down my trousers and I denied him each tim...
I stare into my half-empty Styrofoam cup. The coffee's grown cold. I hate coffee, and this particular coffee smells like old shoes and tastes worse, but it's the only way I can stay awake at work. I've slept five hours in the past week. I am a fucking zombie. I'm curled up in the archives in the basement. No one goes into the basement. It's even more ugly,...
I've been married for ten years now and I can't complain a bit. My wife is a lovely woman who has little hesitation to try new and exciting things. A few years into our marriage we met a great couple that we shared a lot of interests with. Eventually we got into some "soft swapping", had some great fun playing around, and still get together on occasions. Lat...
The unsafe sexual practices portrayed in this story are not to be taken as a recommendation. Chapter 3 - An End and a Beginning The second time Douglas heard soft grunts in the middle of the night, he expected Owen to fall back to sleep as before. Instead, Owen shifted in bed. Douglas squeezed his hand. "You want to tell me what this wet dream was about?"...
Brian knew he'd been impetuous. Unfortunately, it was a little late for realizing that. He turned his head from the window of the Cyprus Air plane as it cleared the French coast above Marseilles and sailed out over the Mediterranean. He looked over at the two young men sitting across the aisle from him in first class, aching for them—either one of them. It w...
Friday after lunch, I called Lana's personal phone and left a message then I called Coach's number. He picked up on the third ring. "Hi, Coach. I was calling to make sure you were home from your trip and to see if you still wanted me to come over this afternoon." "Hello, Gary. I got in late this morning. And yes, why don't you come on over as soon as you...
This is based on events from my time as my friend's personal cock sucker. The names have been changed and some details exaggerated a little bit, but I did spend about 4 or 5 months giving my friend blowjobs at least once a week (usually more) and I enjoyed it. Everyone involved is over the age of 18. ——— John and I have known each other for a very long t...