It arrived in the mail; Bryan sent me a thumb drive with the video from the gang bang at his place. I watched it several times, playing with myself each time, and despite knowing it was me I was watching, I could hardly believe it. The video was almost two hours, and rough in parts- the lighting would be poor, the camera would move a bit to quickly, but ove...
I love riding my bike through the city. It's fun, cars are mostly polite and make way for you. You can ignore most of the signs if you like and not get into trouble. Mostly it's fun. Then there's the weather. It makes things decidedly less enjoyable. And that's where I found myself, soaked to the skin, at the stage of cycling apathy where pedaling was a mec...
Knock, knock. Carson tapped on the bathroom door. "You ready?" Mr. Armisen asked. Carson didn't say a word. A short while later Armisen emerged from the bathroom, a white robe around his shoulders, a glass of wine in hand. His long, flaccid cock dangling from his hips like a sword. He furrowed his brow as he hobbled into the dimly-lit bedroom, his ankle...
I had to pee so bad! I stumbled in to the hallway in the dark trying to find the bathroom. I've stayed at Scott's many times before, but tonight I was so tired. Scott and I have stayed up playing video games for so long we lost track of time and, but around 2AM it was time to go to bed. Which was fine as his parents were on vacation to Florida so we had the...
John sat in the car quietly as Scott drove them to their destination, dinner and drinks with Scott's friends. John was in uncharted territory here. He'd never met these people, never imagined his relationship with Scott would ever go beyond Scott's own home. He felt fairly certain this was a mistake, but a part of him couldn't deny that he wanted to do this....
This is my first story I have written, of a true event that happened to me while I was in high school. Being my first story, I would love to hear any feedback whatsoever. Please contact me for any comments, questions, or just to chat. It would be very appreciated. I had been friends with Tom since we started High School. We hung out on the weekends and wa...
This story is about my first encounter with another guy named Brian a friend that I had gone to school with. It was the summer of 1976 I had just turned 18 and I thought that I had the world at my feet. I had graduated high school and for the first time I had the house to myself since my parents had taken my younger sister on a vacation and both my older sis...
The woman in my life had been away for a fortnight and would still be away for another two weeks. We normally enjoyed an active sex life and I was frustrated as all hell. We were both bisexual and I was allowed to ‘play’ as long as it was only with men if she wasn’t also involved. She knew I was a passive slut when engaged with men and this only turned her...
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...
Note: This is my first story, so, it's probably not great. Leave comments on what I can do to improve, as this is going to be an ongoing thing hopefully unless this sucks so much that no one wants to know what happens next. --- Keith's teenage years weren't the best. Mostly because 2 years worth of them was spent in darkness. A low growl erupted from som...