"What?" My trembling hand wiped my feverish brow. "I think I'm bisexual," I blurted out as she held me tightly. "I ..." "Love, tell me something I don't know!" "What! You knew?" My voice incredulous; hers flippant. "I sort of knew all along." Her fingers wrapped themselves around my hand and stroked it gently. "Been waiting for you to realise." "What?"...
Oral Friends Eight—Strip Club Adventure This is the eighth story in my series. Each story is strictly fantasy. This is the product of my perverted brain! LOL. This one I have broken into two parts due to the length. This story also recounts events from previous stories but told from the viewpoint of Rich. I hope you aren't too bored and I hope hearing Rich...
Even though he was nearly five years my junior, Ken was still my boss. That's why I didn't object when the motel he selected for the two of us to spend the night on our sales trip to Indianapolis wasn't exactly what the truckers call a "flop box" but hardly five star accommodations either. It was a Super Eight in Plainfield, Indiana. After the sales confer...
No matter what video you are watching or what toy you are playing with, it is your imagination that takes you down into the batehole and to the finale with your sperm shooting out in all its glory. Or your insides ripped to shreds by that new and usually larger instrument of inserted pleasure. The road to the point of satisfaction can be a long one or one th...
Another entry in the Cumslut Diary. I just got an email from the first guy that I met at the Hyatt. He said the salesmen said I was a keeper. He told me he saw the video and that they were going to show it at their weekend poker game. I'm getting a sinking feeling. He said that the maintenance techs were going to be in Savannah on Monday and that he would...
The following day dawned bright and sunny but with ominous clouds looming to the west, right in our path. King Neptune and his court had announced to all and sundry the upcoming Crossing the Line Ceremony and the accompanying Wog Day. Wog Day, actually an evening, allows the Pollywogs to get a little of their own back before their initiation. The Pollywogs...
This is a story concerning gay males, classified within the Gay Male section. If you don't like or might even be offended by reading stories involving male homosexual activity, you should not read this story. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jonathan and James had been good friends for quite a long time. Really, just about as long as they could remember. Th...
Hello Everyone! I know it has been several months since my last posting and I sincerely apologize for the wait. I have heard from several of you over that time and I wanted to explain why I've been away for so long. I had some rather hard times suddenly descend on me all at once near the middle of August and I feel secure enough now to explain some of that...
It was another Friday night, and I was feeling a little pissed off. My friends and I were supposed to have a night out - drinking, chatting, then going outside wasted and doing something stupid. But all of them, one by one, flaked on me during the day. The last one of them canceled at 6 pm, which is pretty fucking late to flake out if you ask me! I didn't fe...
The training regime for the elite wrestlers in my university's wrestling team was known as Coach Hazard's Finishing School. I had worked hard for three years to make this squad team for two reasons: this was the best of the best in wrestling in our regional division and I had the hots for Coach Hazard, who was handsome in a rugged Marine way, was solid muscl...