Six weeks after we found ourselves stranded on an unnamed island, we had developed a rhythm to the isolated life we were given. Relying heavily on each other for survival, we divided our daily tasks, exchanging chores to break up the monotony, and grew close to form a mutually dependent relationship. We both began to grow beards, and our skin tanned in the s...
Part 13. Truth Time! What Could Go Wrong?: Jason's Perspective There we were...in my hotel room, sitting at the table in the corner. John had just stumbled upon me giving the concierge the heave-ho after an ill-conceived sexual encounter that was supposed to help take John off my mind. And now he was grilling me about what had happened between us the night...
After our first day and night of marathon sex, Steve and I settled back into our typical routine of fighting for survival. Sex wasn't high on the list, especially after exhausting days of work, but we found time to express our deep, unyielding love and respect for each other in the most intimate of ways. Mornings were usually the best time for sex, and we of...
Self-help gurus tell us we grow by "breaking out of our comfort zones" -- and yet few of us ever do. After all, we are creatures of habit. We prefer the safety and comfort of what we know. Maybe this is why it is said that life repeats itself -- because we gravitate towards the familiar, over and over. I've heard these clichés, of course, but was still su...
Just a week before, I had received my first ass fucking from a man. I was so lucky to have the first penis I ever touched to be so erotic and enormous. He was black, bald and huge. My body turned to putty as his perfectly smooth penis spoiled me into a size queen brat. I wanted to conquer more giant, black cocks like my first. I booked a single's cruise to...
I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-...
Chapter One It was a cool windless night on the Moricana cruise ship. I was sitting on the deck at the back looking at the stars, thousands of them, twinkling back at me like millions of diamonds. I could barely believe I have been on this ship for over a week now already, but my mother insisted me on spending this with her. I guess it's her way of trying...
I always had a teenage boy crush thing for this one mechanic who my Dad always went to. His garage was a couple of blocks away from where we lived in our small Canadian town (I grew up there and left for college when I was 21). He was in his late twenties and had dark hair. unshaven frequently and was kinda tall and lanky. Looking back now, he was pretty hom...
I had no experience sleeping in a bed with anyone, so waking up next to Michael was interesting. He may have touched me the entire time I slept. I was feeling sensations I had never felt before. Somehow I knew I had ended my night by letting an older man screw me. I had frozen my ass off, but Michael had come to my rescue. Micheal's hands played across my...
That summer was by far the strangest and the sexiest of my life. I had just finished school and had to attend several summer classes to prepare for college. Interpretation: I was to be stranded in town while my folks had left for Europe since early June. Initially I was upset, but soon got the best out of it. I would return home at noon and do anything I wa...