Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "The Sambia people are a tribe of mountain-dwelling people whose society is well-known by cultural anthropologists for its ritualised acts of male homosexuality. Among their more widely-recounted practices are semen ingestion and oral-anal contact, especially between males of inter-generati...
I'd read the item in the "Intelligencer" social section incorrectly. It had been the first time I'd made this mistake, which led to the other mistakes. I made my living by playing the local newspapers on the Internet, figuring out where the rich suburbs were and something about the people living there, and watching for coming wedding announcements and eviden...
I enter the darken room. A light shines down, the lone bright spot in the room. I head straight to it like always. Illuminated by the light is a black leather chair and a small table with all the things I need. I don't see him, but I know he's there. He's always there, in the dark, waiting for my arrival. This has been going on for some time, this little gam...
'Word' / words enclosed by apostrophes = thoughts "Word"/ words enclosed by quotation marks = spoken words ***** I cleaned up before leaving his place — didn't catch his name, didn't want his name. Gave him an old email of mine — if he wants to contact me for real, he can do it through that. Im not risking a phone call or messages to my current email. As...
After David left for home I kicked back on the couch for a while and replayed in my mind all the unbelievable things that had happened in such a short time. Had I really just sucked off my best friend and swallowed his cum? Did I really let him try to fuck me in the ass? My emotions were off the chart, questions whirling through my head, and they all served...
I've always been wild...the wild one in my family, at school...I regularly got grounded, got called out...got pulled back. Maybe it was just timing but I learned a valuable lesson my 12th summer...at church. My family is religious. One sunny Sunday at church, I couldn't sit still. The fidgets and squirms were constant. My mom hand me in her grip. I saw birds...
It had been almost a full year since the gang bang at Frank's house. I could still taste their cocks in my mouth and when I was alone in the bathroom or bedroom, I could hear the sounds of their balls slapping my ass and their boisterous laughter as they all took turns fucking me. I did what I could to erase the memory but in spite of the trauma and emotion...
Jerome looked at his phone. Nothing. "Damn!" he thought. He thought that maybe this time it would happen. Last time, years ago in Alberta, it didn't. And he'd been so ready to take the plunge. But the guy never showed. For some reason it felt different with Jack, their messages has gotten hotter and hotter, more detailed; less fantasy and more, well, plan...
One of the commenters on my stories said he would like to know more about me so here goes. I'm in my sixties now because I was born a long time ago. I grew up in St Catharines and came to sexual maturity in the mid-sixties. For a lot of the younger readers it will be hard to believe how different things are now compared to then. First I have to say that alt...
The other weekend I was relaxing, surfing, and found an ad online that looked interesting. I sent him an email, and introduced myself. He wrote me back, and we emailed back and forth a few times before we called each other. We talked for a bit before we decided to meet and I headed over there. I walked into his house and shook his hand. He stood about 6'2"...