We trained a lot that following week; the humiliation the Woodford Wanderers suffered in giving blowjobs to the victors of our friendly match burnt into every aspect of our waking moments, and even as I was fucking my girlfriend, the vivid memories of the swell of his cock and the tickle of his pubic hair on the end of my nose, was innermost in my mind. In...
He was fit and tight. Infantry, I thought. It was 1955. Miz Connie's was a boarding house. Detroit. Autoworkers, most of us. He came in a cab. From the railway station. "Just this suitcase. Gotta room?" She put him in a room off the foyer. Private. Most of us stay in the what we call the barracks bunks twelve men loud and public. He paid his money. P...
It was my second semester that I met Joshua, or rather, Professor Wood. Yes, his name was Professor Wood. Professor Wood was a great teacher, teaching an interesting American Studies class at night. I remember going to his classes Thursday nights at 7pm, getting out at 9:30pm and being ready to burst out of his classroom and go drink and party with my friend...
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It was about 10:30 at night and I was lying in bed with a raging pardon with three of my fingers up my well lubed hole. Just then I heard the front door open and close; someone had come in and went into the downstairs bedrooms. Ten minutes later I heard soft foot steps coming up to the master bedroom loft and looked over toward the stairs to see Sergey com...
And so it went. I went to work or class, Terry did his job, and we'd reconvene in the apartment at night. I noticed that if he got home before me, he would sometimes be naked when I came in, but he didn't -- or I got there first -- he'd come to wherever I was in the apartment and systematically take his clothes off while talking to me about his day, subtly k...
By six a.m. Alex was out of the tent and jogging down Anderson road toward Williams Road to explore the summer countryside of Maine. At that early morning hour it was quiet and peaceful. On his return, he took the part of Anderson road that hugged Bunganut Lake. When he re-entered the campground he passed by campsite B1; Steve's location. He slowed. Out in...
The first time I saw Steven I thought he was just some goofy kid. There I was, sitting in a conference room flipping through headshots. I put aside a photo of Dwayne, the pudgy man performing in front of me – obviously in his mid-thirties despite his résumé’s claim of being twenty-seven – to a Polaroid of some kid’s face. Yes, a Polaroid. Where all the other...
I closed my eyes as I leant forwards to kiss him on the lips. We'd done it countless times before, and I was praying that it would still feel the same. There were his lips, delicately and sensitively moving over mine, the lips I knew and loved. But then there were the feathers, all around his mouth, tickling my cheek, the feathers which didn't belong. I pul...
This is a true story. Wish I had more of them to tell but this is it so far. * I've been married for almost 20 years now and for the past 5 or 6 years I have had yearnings for something different in the sexual department. So to make up for the wife not putting out as often as I would like, I started to look for something new without it causing a divorce....