Putting it mildly Ambrose, my first West Indian patron was much bigger than I had envisaged. And I don't just mean torso wise, he was a tall guy yes, and sturdy but not overweight but he had a huge erection which created a bit of a problem. But the thing is, from the first time I met him on a social network I liked him, he was all smiles and had bundles of...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! ================================= "Please, sweetheart...please don't kick me out." I peeked around the corner and saw my dad on his knees in front of my mom and her new boyfriend. My mother was a beautiful middle aged woman...
They stood at the back of the boat next to each other smiling and laughing, Lyle was a footballer type with his local rovers jacket on, he played for them and was actually a real asset to the team, he was considered by all of his colleagues to be one of the main men and an essential goal scorer in any match. He was slim but obviously highly athletic and ton...
My very first knowledge of what has become a long time addition to enjoying sex is likely to have been before first reading about 'locker room' and its old socks smell in Playboy Potpourri in the August 1976 issue. This is the place I remember specifically reading about this 70s sex drug, though it was not presented in that fashion exactly. It is not really...
As always, thanks for reading my stories. The comments and feedback are appreciated. This is the longest story so far. As with all my stories, it is a recollection of true events from my life as an over-sexed, bisexual male. Picking up where Chapter 4 left off. Over the next several months I checked out a few other local arcades. After some successes and...
My entire fucking family is fucking Evan Rosier. Even my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother is fucking Evan Rosier. I don't know what they see in him. Sure, he's gorgeous. I get that. But he's not the charming, innovative genius my mother believes. He's a fraud. He's the smarmiest smarmy bastard in the history of the world. I don't care if he is filthy r...
My name is Brad and my friends were throwing a twenty-first birthday party for me. My friend Jim had it at his home and we all managed to get quite drunk. When it got late in the evening I decided to leave and drive home in my drunken state. Jim forbid it and said his older brother Tom would take me home. Tom was in his late twenties and was a handsome looki...
A few weeks ago I was asked by my alma matter if they could do an interview on me about my career for the "Alumni Spotlight" feature of the newsletter. What the fuck I thought. Why not? If it wasn't' for good ole Tech U, I wouldn't have this job. Let them send their little geeky college student or some old hag from the Career Services over to interview m...
After class one day, I was really horny and needed a hot dick. So, I headed to my favorite hot spot on campus. Walking in I notice that the stall closer to the corner was already occupied. I went into the center stall, dropped my pants and sat down. I was already slightly hard as I was so damn horny. After waiting a few minutes to see if the guy in the stall...
Another day walking to class I think about how I convinced my wife to wear my tight black boxers last night while we masturbated together. I also am thinking about another grad student who sits next to me in the class I am about to attend. I know he is gay or at least bi because of the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel. My cock always grows when h...