It always seemed like a blessing. It's what everyone wants. A big dick. But, it's been more of a curse. I've been able to fuck some people, but a lot of times, people are worried about whether it'll be too much. So, they don't even want to try. And even when they do, they usually end up being right. I'll get most of the way in, but they can't take any more....
This is a fictional work intended for consenting adults over the age of 21. If the first time and only time had not been so wonderful John probably wouldn't go through all the nervousness and anguish again. But that one time John met another professional business man in person and did all the things for him that they discussed in a chat room it was simply H...
When I was 34, I was a very happily married full fledged heterosexual man. My wife was a very attractive blonde, several years my junior and our bedroom activities were really hot. I considered myself 100% straight, even though I had received a drunken blow job from my college dorm roommate, when I was 18, which I did not return the favor on by the way. It w...
In my city, we have a park that is well known as a place for cruising. Lots of guys go there for disc golf, but even more go for cock. I have scored many times there myself and it is always a rush to suck cock in the open air. This story is about one time in particular that I really enjoyed. I go to the park for two reasons, one is to jog and the other is...
Use game mode with this story! There are many conditional chapters, some text won't be visible and story will over all probably be very confusing without game mode. Please note that the story depicts many acts that are rough and/or non-consensual, so reader discretion is advised. This is my first story in Chyoa (and also my first story in english) so any an...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
Today had been my first day of high school, and I was a senior. My mother homeschooled me until this year as I had begged her to let me go to public school, convincing her that it would be a great experience for me before college. I didn't want to be a weird, anti-social kid, so I signed up for the swim team as soon as I got the chance. I figured that this w...
It was a usual train ride from my home town to the Hoboken train terminal in New Jersey where I would then catch the path train in to NYC for school. It was 1976. I was 19 years old and a freshman at Columbia University. As always I would stop off at the men's bathroom in the Hoboken terminal to urinate before continuing on my journey, but more for the chanc...
Wednesdays have turned out to be the perfect weekday to visit the local bathhouse. Every other week, that afternoon is free, and my routine from entry to undressing to drinking a beer to heading up or downstairs takes maybe 10 minutes. Meaning that by 3:15pm or 3:30pm or so, I am among other naked men in the steambath, or watching gay porn. The last couple...
Each step toward the gym reminded me that I'd already been fucked once that night. My ass felt velvety, relaxed, almost frictionless after the stretching Eric had given it. I resisted the urge to squeeze the front of my pants. When we got to the doors, though, Aaron close behind me, my enthusiasm waned. Through the glass I could see the glow of the emergenc...