I'm an average guy... mostly. Regular job, wife, kids, mortgage, etc... So why the sudden obsession with cock? Why can't I stop thinking about it? Well, whatever the deeper meaning behind my sudden desire for debauchery may be, the resulting behavior was most assuredly going to have a great deal to do with a man's penis and my watering mouth! Where does a m...
This is a (mostly) true experience I had back in 1974. The names have been changed, primarily due to a lack of memory, however, the circumstances and 95% of the story is truth. ***** My wife and I had lived in New York State, where we both had grown up. In 1973, after 5 years of marriage, we had separated, partly due to my final admission and acceptance th...
While my attraction to women is strong, bordering on extreme, I've come to acknowledge, mostly thanks to the age of the www, that I am definitely bi-curious. I had one experience in my youth where I was the object of some uninvited touching. It was nowhere near what I've written in this story, but it's something I've come back to again and again as being the...
I feel so embarrassed, how could Tag have known I was here? Things had gotten totally out of hand once I had realized that I was being played the fool and our three workers had more in mind than simply cooling off and enjoying the freedom of a week's sweat to be washed away by innocent fun. God damned, I must have come across as the biggest idiot in the wor...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: This is a flash story. ***** Glen Webster stepped into the hot shower and tried hard not to cry. The hot water felt good as it coursed down his back. He remembered the events of the day and did allow himself some tears as he developed...
I was broke. I had lost my job and I decided to make some changes, some big changes. I was heading home to work in my brother's restaurant in Spokane, WA. That's where I was born and raised. I left ten years ago after my father has disowned me for coming out of the closet. "No son of mine will be a faggot". Those words were still painful a decade later. My...
"Breathe out so I can breathe you in; hold you in." – Foo Fighters Chapter 3: The light from the keyhole illuminated a single eye. He knelt in the dark hallway as he stared intensely beyond the door. The light reflected dark green flecks in his iris. He cocked his head slightly to the side to get a better view of the boys in the bedroom. A broad and know...
I will remember this moment forever. With a ten hour marathon of driving behind me, I looked at the stony hill beyond the road, the dried out lake bed on the near side, and the bright Nevada desert sun above it. A group of youngins sat in the sliver of the midday shade of an RV. One had green hair. One had cowboy pants and a bare bronze chest. A girly one ha...
I'm finally able to let loose and have some fun here in Burlington. It has been little more than work upon more work and stress ever since the building site was set up a few weeks ago. It was a bitch driving the trailer up here but Tag and I managed to get it on solid ground. The utilities are all hooked up and most importantly we have WiFi and running hot a...
My name is Raj. I was born in the US into a conservative Indian family. By the time I turned 18 in August of 2004, I had not yet had any sort of sexual experiences. I did find that quite a few girls had taken a liking to me, especially Indian girls, but the fear of getting kicked out of my house pretty much forced me to focus on school and keep away. I wasn'...