"Remember, sex onstage is illegal. This isn't fucking Amsterdam. You can jerk yourself off a little, play with the other guys' cocks, but if you cum, it's all over. Got it? No blowing your load. No oral. No penetration of any kind. Not that the other guys'd let you—they're professionals and a lot of them're straight. Got it?" "Got it." I can still hardly b...
As the slave comes to his Master's house, not sure what to really expect, he knocks on the door and is told to come inside his insides are doing somersaults. Once inside he is told to strip, he starts with his shirt then his pants. In just a few seconds he is standing there totally naked, still scared on what the night might be like. He stands still with his...
Ever since he had moved to the new college town to teach, David had had a hard time meeting guys. The move was about 100 miles from his old college, but it might as well have been a thousand. He had started to miss Charlie and all the other young guys who surrounded him at his old college. He was an attractive guy. He worked hard to keep his body in good s...
It's an hour before dawn and still dark as night when I leave my house. I'm dressed in a jockstrap, shorts, and running shoes. It's mid-spring and the humid air feels like a hot wet towel as I walk down the street to warm up. I turn onto Manor Road and jog slowly west. As I pass the streetlight at the intersection of Manor and Cherrywood, an old beat-up bl...
I saw my neighbors Benny and James around the building often. Benny is a hot, handsome, friendly Cuban mama's boy, 6' tall, great body who wears tight jeans, showing his big 9" uncut cock down his thigh who always had a big smile on his face. James is a very hot black guy with tattoos who also wears tight jeans showing his 10" cock down the inside of his t...
Hey David, that thing we talked about, are you still up for it? Send me your address. Time? Will you be alone? Yeah? Cool. Looking forward to it. Ah, there's the street, what number again? I check the scribble note on the dash. I pull up down the street a little, and walk back to his place. Might as well be discreet. Oh look, a condo with what looks like a...
Working out's always had a strange fascination for me. I remember looking at pictures of bodybuilders as a teen and feeling a dangerous nervous chill that made my hair stand on end and settled deep in my gut in mysterious ways. It made me shut down my computer and vow not to look at them, but I always returned. And when I started working out after graduatin...
The day started out in the upper-70s and the temperature hasn't even started to rise yet. It's going to be a very hot day, in more way than one. My wife's sister married a manly-man, a former hockey player and party boy. A day laborer named Chuck. He's never held a job for long and he seems to do the same thing with women. He was caught cheating on my wife...
I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns. I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then...
I'd just finished fucking my artificial vagina Mk4. It was my best yet -- a soft but tight concoction of foam and soft plastic bags all mounted in a plastic tube which I taped in place on my bunk. The addition of warm water was a stroke of genius if you don't mind me saying so -- it added weight, warmth and the kind of soft wetness that was almost like the r...