The following is a very real letter that I sent to my best friend. We had been close, but platonic friends for sixteen years. That is not to say we had never "danced" near the line separating friendship and romance. Convention and obligations kept us in line, but one night brought me to the breaking point. This letter was written that night. Note: In case...
Okay so I did a little experimenting when I was younger but I had already made up my mind that no matter what, it wouldn’t happen again. I figured it this way- Andy was my best friend and I didn’t want anything to come between our friendship. I was still living at home at the time so I figured that as long as Andy and I weren’t alone we didn’t have to talk...
My name is Dylan. I am hot, much hotter than anyone I have encountered in the past 20 years. I have rippling waves of abs, each of which are equally as ripped as the next. The girls crawl over me, leaving no spot unattended to. My smooth back, toned legs (hairless of course) and curved ass. I keep up with a nice tan, all over. I am drooled over and named the...
It had been too long since I'd had a cock in my mouth so when my wife scheduled a girls' weekend, I decided that would be the perfect opportunity for me to get out and play. She planned to be away at the coast from Friday through Monday. When I got home from work on Friday, she had already left and I knew I could spend the entire weekend however I wanted. I...
Yo, what's up? This is your man Teejay Overman speaking. I'm currently in Brentwood, Long Island, staying at my uncle Larry Smith's house. I'm a big and tall young black man from Boston, Massachusetts. Vacations are fun and this is my third visit to Long Island. What can I say, I like the city. The beaches, the sand and the towns are beautiful. I'm having th...
By way of introduction readers may enjoy reading Learning to Love Part 1 and 2. Enjoy. *************************** A few nights after our wicked night at Anne's, where we experienced the 'Learn to Love' evening together, Mike arrived unannounced at my flat. He knocked at the door and when I answered he looked slightly strained as he said that he thought he...
I'm tall, and used to wear long hair down my back in a big braid. I lived at the gym. My friends called me Thor. I have a nice big, fat cock and know how to use it. I would fuck any hot boy that walked. They often ended up calling me 'sir', even though all the master/slave stuff didn't interest me. We all get older. We can't work out all the time. The golde...
Todd Barker and I knew of each other but had never actually met until that Sunday afternoon in late 2008 at the home of a mutual friend. When we did finally meet, it was over a beer. He had known my sister Amanda for five years since they met at college. She had been, from the beginning, one of the few who accepted him, his fag hag. Amanda and I keep no s...
After my gap year between school and University, in which I had met both Steve (“First Fumblings”) and Ollie (“That was Quick”) I became a fresher, had a room in College and joined the College rugby team. Rugby is a tough, physical contact sport requiring courage and specific talents according to where you play on the field. Before a game the changing room i...
Running a club is not easy. You need the right DJ playing the right music, the right lighting and sound systems, the right decoration; all of which will hopefully combine together to attract the punters. What you don't need is druggies, drunks, troublemakers and gays. Not that I have anything personal against gays but they tend to take over any club that t...