This is somewhat different from my other stories. I wrote it at the reuqest of a reader with the understanding it was going to be posted online for others to read. It was also the last story I wrote. All identifying information in this story were been changed to provide anonymity for the reader who requested it. All of the usual warnings and cautions apply...
Some things provide such a reliable sensation that in essence, I have been addicted since experiencing them the first time. Particularly in the cases of poppers with my first girlfriend decades ago, or discovering the pleasures of the baths in one glorious evening. Visitors to a male only sauna often enter a type of paradise undreamed of before experiencing...
Sorry this is so long winded. Let me know what you think of my writing. This is a true story. When I was growing up in a rather conservative town (like every where in the 60s) we only had Playboy and got that from older boys. Of course back then no one talked about homosexuality. Always had the feelings I guess. When I got in the service and things got a bi...
I always knew of the man who lived in the house at the end of the dead end street as the Creeper. His real name was Mr. Manson, and I thought that his first name was Barry or Barney or something like that. The word around the school was that he liked boys, and from the time I was in elementary school, to the time I was a senior in high school, I was warned b...
"Yessss.., ooh yesss, aahhh! yesss! That's it! Thaat's iit! God it feels good, so good! Ohh Sammy! Fuuck mmee! Yessss, yessss, fuuck, fuuck, yesss!" Mary Pats nails were digging into my shoulders; her ankles were hooked on my ass cheeks. I wasn't sure who was riding who but it was what it always was, a great fuck. "Give it to me Sammy! Harder...., h.a.r.d.e...
My name is Dan Jeffries. I'm forty-six years old, a computer systems analyst working for a large accounting firm in downtown Chicago, although I make my home in the suburb of LaGrange. I've been married to my wife Grace, a paralegal, for ten years. Grace has a nineteen year old daughter named Janie from her first marriage who I love as if she were my own chi...
My dream is vivid tonight, I see my father pushing me on a swing, my mother watching us with a smile. I know it isn't real and never was but for a moment I pretend that we were normal and that I had a childhood filled with laughter. The truth is sometimes too hard to bare. I wake to a sharp tug on my wings and the rattling of chains. A guard secures my win...
This is my 3rd submission of my true experiences. My first since 2002 so I am sorry for the delay. My story begins after having anal sex through a gloryhole. That experience opened a door that I jumped through wanting more. I decided to go back online and I found out about bathhouses and that there were a couple in downtown Houston. After checking out a web...
What a night this had been. I had been fucked hard, I had sucked cocks, I was pissed on. Basically, I was treated like a whore. Something I had always dreamed of! When men were done using me, I was taken to another room by Master Rick. He kissed me on the forehead. He handed me an envelope. "You did very good tonight, sweetie. Open it." Inside, I found hu...
Elements of this story are true. It is up to the reader to decide what is true and what is fantasy. Names are changed to protect identity. Anyone can be Robert, Patrick, Matt, and Katie. This is a bit lengthy; it involves things I wish could happen between me and my real friend for whom I still have longings. I retain all copyrights to this story. * Pa...