This is the story of my first time with a man. And my last time... So far. I was always curious, even when I was very young. Looking at men in magazines, especially if they were in revealing underwear and had big, well-defined bulges. I had messed around a little as a kid, but nothing more serious than 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine'. But as the y...
I finished sucking my anonymous lover at the glory hole at Club Orlando and watched him leave, me still on my knees. Well, that itch was scratched, I'd had my moment, I thought, I got to experience that feeling I need, to service a man, to suck him to completion. I started going to glory holes in the eighties, before aids, and once a month or so I'd find a...
Mark followed his friends out of the pub in inner-city Melbourne. The cold air was a welcome change after four pints in the over-heated front bar. He swept a hand through his tousled brown hair and stretched, yawning. Kimberley turned and took his hands in hers. "Good to see you Mark." "You too Kim." He smiled awkwardly as she hugged him. "Yeah, good catc...
I was so delighted to hear I'd won the part that I hugged Jake, then kissed him on the mouth, while he led me from his dungeon to his bedroom upstairs, with great views out to the blue Pacific. Gently but firmly he lowered me to the edge of the bed. I knelt crouching and felt his cock penetrate my anus, then he was pumping into me, kissing me on the neck an...
All characters in this playful fiction are above the age of consent... ***** Sex was the only game in town... 'Everyone has sex. Yet everyone wants sex. That's the conundrum,' says Roly. 'All I do is provide a space for that interaction to take place. Nothing more.' No future. This far into the 1980s, I'm nineteen - straight outta high school with no qua...
A continuing story - I would suggest reading the earlier chapters. ***** Eugh. How can I possibly feel this rough? Sunlight is streaming through the window and I hide my head in the pillow. God, what time is it? I'm suddenly overtaken with nausea and rush to the bathroom, making it just in time. I feel better, though my head is still pounding. I swallow...
(Author's note: This is not a true story, but it easily could have been if I'd been bolder. Here's how it might have gone if I had been…) I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to depend on a sept...
Author's note: those readers of the Peeing on the Peeper series will recognise the Leather Man character from one of its chapters. In that story the Leather Man was not allowed his wicked ways with the Peeper, so I've created a story especially for him. * The phone rang in my office and since my useless assistant was on one of his two-hour fuckin' lunch br...
1-29-2015 I tossed the towel up over the shower door once my hair was fairly dry. It was raining outside, as it did so often here in the City, so I wasn't too concerned with the damp. My hat would keep my head warm, anyway. Looking down at the bed kept a smile on my face as I dressed. Looking at my face you wouldn't think I smiled all that much. It was a f...
Part Two: Deeper Into Darkness With a feeling of some relief I follow him, in silence. I shouldn't be doing this. I should get as far away as possible. What do we have remotely in common? What will we find to talk about? Frey. His name is Frey Tyghi. What sort of name is that -- Polish? Across from the park there's what I call a Costa-plenty-bucks. He finds...