The second cock spewed its sticky load on my tongue as he pulled almost out of my mouth. The familiar, bitter taste lingered on my tongue as I swallowed -just as a third cock drove past my esophagus' opening and began to face-fuck me; the cock in my ass exploded as he pushed into me as far as he could go. The two guys set me down; my hands went to the man'...
Straight German Cycle Cop Is Turned * I suppose I am not surprised. Inside I always know, but I do not know I know. I am always thinking of myself as einem männlichen Mann--as you say, "a man's man." Proud of myself. I am 178 cm--in American 5-feet-10 and 87 kilos--190 pounds. I was not the biggest bulle on the police force, but as an Autobahnpolizei, Ger...
Greetings to all my voyeuristic readers. My name is Trisha and like you, I have a special appreciation for the well formed male. Most of you, I am sure, also appreciate males who are physically excited by other males. I have come to share that appreciation even though I am female. Let me tell you how I and my bisexual husband arrange encounters with usua...
He was half Italian and half Portuguese and easily the sexiest bear I had ever seen. He had jet black hair and a neat, trimmed but very dense black beard that framed his full, shapely red lips. His eyes were of the deepest blue and they sparkled when he talked to you, making you feel like you were the only person that had ever mattered in the whole wide worl...
I hadn't seen my pal Mark since graduating from high school five years ago. I figured we could reconnect at our 5th year reunion. He practically had to be there, having been the student body president for our senior year. I spotted Mark across the room when I walked in. We both continued circulating, and while our eyes met once in a while, it almost seemed...
It was a hot August night with a full moon. Ron and Gary had been working since sunup to finish a remodeling job in a un-air conditioned building and it had been in the 90's all day. Even now, at 10pm it was still in the 80's and they had 20 miles of country road to cover to get home. Gary was in his favorite summer work outfit; a tight pair of 501's cut of...
As told to my shrink. I made sure he was eighteen. I was at the birthday reception his mother had for him at Church. I remember when his mother and her husband went to Russia to fetch him and his sister over here to adopt them, and I was present when they were baptized. When Father Bert addressed them in Russian, their faces lifted up to him. The Russians...
I was working. I'd had a part time job, sure, but nothing full time. Until now. I'd finished A-Levels (it's a British thing) and without any idea of what to do next I'd opted for a year out. With no money (at least yet) to actually visit other parts of the world I'd found a job in the same village where I lived - the gym. The village itself was small, but t...
This story is entirely fiction—it has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. * PRISON MEAT: Part One "Prison Barter System" Joe lay motionless in the hospital bed; the cavernous prison ward was dark, illuminated only by the red glow of the exit signs. A soiled neck bandage covered a four-inch slash, received defending himself from the "b...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...