So I'll start by saying at the beginning of this, I was a gay virgin. I had multiple fantasies, looked at porn, and grew to enjoy seeing my bubble butt in my ex girlfriends panties. She left a drawer full and with my stocky frame, my ass stuck out and was nice and round from squatting all day at work. After a long shift, a coworker who knew about my dark s...
The snow as I walked home from work howled and swirled around me. I couldn't see more than an inch in front of me and trusted memory to get home. Even being an average built guy, the snow was chilling me to my core. As I was approaching my apartment, I noticed a gentleman walking towards me, struggling just as much as me. We caught each others eye in passing...
I am back with my public local train sex story. I just love getting touched and groped in the train. the best part being that nothing that happens on a local train is permanent. For example I have been groped, smooched, my nipples have been pressed to the limit and my ass has been fingered until I orgasmed, let alone groping of my boobs, ass and cock. And as...
Albert was the caretaker of the house full of flats where I was living. He was a big, burly, hairy man; not a great intellect or conversationalist, just an ordinary middle-aged working class guy who presumably got his little apartment free or reduced in return for collecting the rent and doing work on the property. I had been having a bad time with depressi...
I had thoughts, sexual thoughts, of being with a man since way back when. If I was honest with myself I would admit having some thoughts of it as an adolescent. The feelings grew stronger as I got older. I knew that a friend from university was gay and other friends had told me he had a crush on me. As I reached my mid twenties I thought about contacting him...
As a young man, I developed a strong attraction for older men. My fantasies, in the main, focused invariably on being seduced and then laid by attractive older guys. In these imaginings, I was eager to follow the lead of the experienced, and always strikingly masculine man that I conjured from thin air. Some of these fantasies were ultimately realized, and I...
There's an old expression: to be "on a promise". It was used a previous generation to denote that a man had an arrangement with a woman that the next time they met she would allow him to have sex with her. Something similar existed between 18-year-old me and my driving instructor, Ronnie. He was chubby, and had a lot of dark hair: he described himself as a...
Steve lay on his back with his legs in the air. He was alone in his flat. The air was perfumed by a lavender massage oil which he had smeared around and in his anus. In his hand now was a saucepan. He wanted to see whether his arse could cope with a sizeable penis. He had done this with candles, but he hoped to land a guy with a bit more than that. The sauce...
My interest in black men had taken a bit of a dive because I had met a few arrogant ones who considered themselves God's gift. Although they all had big cocks and very lickable arseholes, their company left a lot to be desired. And when you're in a predominantly black country that can be a problem. Then one day I was in the tyre shop, getting some new used...
Mrs. Weston stood smiling at the gate, "I've dropped off your shopping on the mat Mr. Briggs, with your change." She pointed towards the two bags on his doorstep. "Ahh Mrs. Weston you're an angel, I don't know how I'd cope without you and your family, " he grinned ecstatically to himself, especially your son. Simon heard the front door close and watched as...