"What did you have in mind?" he asked timidly over his drink. "I was thinking I'd make it a surprise," I replied. He looked off into the distance and pondered a while. His name was Taylor and I'd been chatting him up for the last hour or so. We were sitting by ourselves in a booth at this bar, the name of which I hadn't bothered to commit to memory. I don'...
It's true. We desire cock. Our wives have no idea what goes on inside of us with this desire to submit...to cock. We hide it from everyone but in our minds it's a runaway train. To touch, feel, pull on, sniff, rub our faces in it, lick it, taste it, suck cock. We've done it before, maybe a short time or a long time ago. The specter of guilt and shame dampens...
For years I'd been waxed on the Gold Coast by a very dominant man that I'd met at the beach. It'd started with just the hair removal and progressed to full-on BDSM session resulting in my being fucked in his sling. It's probably fair to say though that I'd get my needs satiated though he'd get his rocks off there was not a long term satisfaction for him. We'...
I flipped the light switch to watch my eyes suddenly adjust to the bright living room and kitchen since there was no light coming in from the windows. The house was a bit of a mess but I didn't feel like cleaning it up, especially today with everything that's happened. I walked to my room and dropped my book bag on the floor. My bed was undone and there were...
Knock, knock. Carson tapped on the bathroom door. "You ready?" Mr. Armisen asked. Carson didn't say a word. A short while later Armisen emerged from the bathroom, a white robe around his shoulders, a glass of wine in hand. His long, flaccid cock dangling from his hips like a sword. He furrowed his brow as he hobbled into the dimly-lit bedroom, his ankle...
Luis walked in and looked straight at me. I was naked but I reached for a towel. "My dad said he's waiting for you by the pool with cigars and lunch," his voice was the typical sullen teenager's. He was wearing only nylon shorts. He was sweating and his swimmers build was toned. I tried not to stare. "Uh, thanks, I'll be right down," I stammered. He shut...
Going downstairs after having done a hit of rush, I went into the steam room, but it was empty. I took a quick shower, paying particular to soaping my rod before walking over to the bubbling whirlpool, which had a man sitting in it, opposite the entrance steps. It was noticeably cooler than the last time I had enjoyed sitting in it, with a group of naked str...
I was thirty-one years old and was addicted to pantyhose and nylons. Various girlfriends over the years have indulged my fetish, with pantyhose sex, nylon foot jobs, and some would let me smell and kiss their pantyhose covered feet. Something happened during this time that was mind blowing. I was over at my friend Nick's house. Nick is am openly bisexual ma...
You may think that being 70 sucks - life is ebbing, sexual drive with it, and your cock sags and goes into retirement. So this is an uplifting story, literally. And all true. Prelude Knowing I found boys attractive as a kid in the 1950s was pretty scary - gay did not exist and faggot was some creepy guy, I did learn that it is a big mistake to tell the cut...
My many lonely nights at college had left me eager and full of anxiety. I stared at gay dating websites and local ad websites every night, wondering if one of the guys posting was the perfect sexual match for me. Meeting a guy online is always a hit or miss, and honestly the only hit I had ever had was with Doug. A couple months after I had first hooked up w...