This story is 100% true and did happen. I am open to new experiences, and as they happen, I will write about them. ----------------------- I am a 21 year old straight male, and love sexual activities. I masturbate often thinking about both men and women. Whenever I fantasize about being with another man, I usually fuck myself with some sort of "dick-like"...
I've always been a big fan of football, not so much the game but the players. I think it all started when I was 18 and a senior in high school when I became intimately familiar with the football team. I was a bit of a nerd in high school. I ran around with the bookish crowd, but was not the most intellectual of the bunch. In my black plastic rimmed glasses...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
As his cock shuddered and filled my mouth with his silver cream, I groaned with an involuntary delight. I wondered how good an idea it had been to come here. This indignity, which nevertheless gave me wood, would be a small price to pay if I could delete this brand from my forehead. I had recently had a hook-up with a tattoo artist, which ended badly. I was...
All participants are over 18. ***** The dreaded day arrived: Monday. My two weeks of vacation ended and it was time to go back to work. I called in an hour before my office shift and, to my great relief, I successfully arranged to work from home for three days, but there was no avoiding returning to the office on Thursday for the team meeting. I was well...
It was when we were visiting my brother and his wife at their South Carolina beach house, last spring, that I had my first experience with another man. You'll have to decide for yourself what "category" this episode fits into. To this day, I am not sure myself what I would call it. I play tennis quite a bit at home, and there was a tennis club that was part...
There had been a time when Dillon hadn't cared if he would ever walk again. The result hadn't seemed worth the effort. He couldn't see his life going anywhere, so he didn't feel the need to be able to get there. No great revelations had come to him in the past three months. There had been no bolt of lightning, no voice of thunder telling him what he was goi...
I awoke two days later after having been washed, cleansed and oiled while I was out following my and Stephen's adventure. My skin was tingling from the oils they'd used. I was naked under the blankets in the low light of the fire. Outside the wind was again howling, which I would learn was a near constant reality at this altitude. Apparently my recovery from...
"Listen to me, Glen. If you don't give up that bike, you're going to kill yourself. You're entirely too reckless—about everything. I don't care. I don't want you too—" The man blanched and dropped the cell phone on the floor between the carrots and the tomatoes. Nathan, who was just wheeling his cart into the fruit section not far away and had picked up an...
Dear Readers, This is the second installment of this series. Sorry that it's taken so long. This installment is a bit lengthier. I've enjoyed going on this ride with the protagonist. I hope you come along. This is not a stand alone, so please read the first chapter. As always, comments are appreciated! ~M * Shock does not even begin to compute with wha...