This is a short story about a recent event where I ended up sucking several cocks and being outed as a cocksucker. It does continue as some of the guys have turned me into their personal cock pig now that they all know about my love of sucking cock. For years I've been a part of a monthly gathering of 6 guys that play penny ante poker. We were all married g...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...
This is a true story of how a military stud let me have him for a night. This was the first and only time I've made it with a straight guy. I'm one who believes all the "straight guys" who get it on with dudes are gay or bi and simply can't deal with it. I don't blame them nor hold a grudge nor judge. I'm just sayin. However, I'm not so sure about my milita...
Their regular poker nights had been a firm tradition. The five guys had met years ago. They'd all grown up through school together and by an amazing stroke of luck they'd all ended up at the same college, not only on the same campus but in the same dorm. That was when the poker nights had started. While they all shared a dorm it had been a monthly meeting...
'So, you're eighteen?' 'Yes Sir.' I said. 'And you have finished school then?' 'Well, out of necessity yes.' 'And why do you want this job?' I stopped and looked across at the middle aged Mr Jenkins, dressed in a boring pin-stripe suit topped with a red tie. A large desk covered in paperwork sat between me and my potential employer. Hesitating, I decid...
My neighborhood pal Dennis and I had grown up together, goading and daring each other into lots of stupid boy-type stuff. I recall one warm summer night while we were out riding bikes, I dared him to ride out to the lemon shed with his fly open and his dick hanging out. We just did stupid adolescent stuff like that as we were growing up. Anyway, after gradu...
I had always kind of sucked at poker, but never like I did last Thursday. I sat at the table with the regular gang of guys. Ken was winning the night. He was a big guy, easily over six and a half feet tall. Played college football back in the day. Vishni was from, I think, Pakistan. He was Asian/Indian, dark, inky black hair, a quiet type who was a computer...
Being Bi is not something you let be known when you are a male biker hanging out with guys that party with the Outlaws and other one-percenter clubs. But, Bi I am and have been for my whole life, so I've learned when and where to let the secret out. The club I was riding with at that time would do all of the usual poker runs as well as the weekly Friday nig...
I've been owned by my Army Biker guy for about two weeks now. We've been playing for a little longer than that, you can go see our other encounters if you want to. Anyway, it's been the best two weeks of my existence. I no longer have to worry about getting to cum, I no longer have to think about anything but his needs. During the work day, I wear a chai...
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...