BY 2069 THE BLOWJOB IS NOT ONLY LEGAL, IT IS COMPULSORY! Swallow slopes into the sumptuous room where the three-member Tribunal is ready for him. The high luminescent ceiling is rippled coral. He slumps down into the chair facing the desk-curvature. "Ah yes, Swallow" says the central of the three, the tone of her voice making something of an attempt to put...
While surfing the M4M area rooms, week after week, I finally met someone who seemed to be my “type” of guy. However, in chatting with him I discovered we were not compatible to meet, but I asked him about his area experiences. One question I asked was if he had ever gone “black.” He not only told me about a very pleasurable experience he had with a divorced...
I have always thought of myself for the most part as being straight, but like so many guys who don't like to admit it had always wondered what it would be like to suck some cock. I had experimented in with some friends and guys I met from time to time. I was always told how good it was. Little did they know how much I enjoyed. I found that I really liked an...
I've been single for a while. A sixty something six foot, hundred and ninety pound gay man with salt and pepper hair, a good job, and a modest paid for suburban home in a small Southern Ontario city. I'm too old for the bar scene. The music is too loud. The pretty boys aren't interested in an old fart, and I'm not interested in an unshaven, pot belly leathe...
Growing up on a farm in West Texas in the 70's was a time in my life that I will never forget. Especially this particular summer. It was the bi-centennial summer of 1976. It was also the summer that I would come to realize my true self as far as what I wanted in a partner. Girls were always the talk among friends. At my age it was just that all talk. But for...
When, I wake up, I'm still naked. Man, all that fucking last night was so tiring. My girlfriend better be satisfied. I look at the time, and it's nearly 10:00 AM. "Shit," I say to myself. I'm supposed to meet Garrett at 11:30. I head over to the bathroom. When I look at myself in the mirror, I don't flinch. I mean, damn, I'm pretty hot, if I say so myself...
Finally, my years of frustration, desire and wanton lust to have a cock between my lips was at hand. Here I kneeled, the dripping pre cum just inches from my lips. It was made all the better by my beautiful wife gently rubbing my asshole with one hand and stroking my cock with her other. She whispered in my ear, is it as yummy to you as it looks to me? Yes,...
Two days after the mutual masturbation we had, someone rings my doorbell. "Who the hell can it be – it's 10pm!!!" A bit worried and alarmed, I open the door – in front of the door, Mark, obviously embarrassed: - Can I come in? - Yeah, sure. I can see looking at him that his embarrassment had the better of him and he doesn't know how to start. - Well? I a...
It had been three days since my neighbor had his way with me for the third time, this time against the wall. I had kept my head down and tried to avoid even looking at his house. But I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel a twinge of emptiness, with nothing in my asshole. I had considered my options, but quickly dismissed them. I didn't want to try to...
This story is truly based off of real events. The falsehoods are fact, exaggerated purely for story content and what I believe happened. The storm was horrible, and as much as I want to have witness everything that happened, I can only say I was privy to 89% of these events. ***** It was a late night call, to help some friends who were drunk to get a ride...