The third time may not have been that personally glorious, but today's experience ensures at some point, I probably will give in to returning to the glory hole. If only because it has been so good three times, each offering a delightful first in turn, and the promise of a fourth is impossible to deny. Though I can't imagine too much new at this point. I had...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains gay, straight and lesbian sexual activity. # # # Every Thursday night three of my good friends would come over to my dorm room to pregame before going out to the bars. We chose Thursday nights because none of us had class on Fridays and we usually did different stuff on the weekends, so Thursday was our night to catch up...
God, I can't believe my eyes. I quickly slip on my sunglasses, both shielding my eyes from the sun and disguising the direction of my gaze. Yes, it's Adonis himself, leaning sultrily against the guardrail outside his third-floor apartment, nude but for a tight-fitting pair of boxer-briefs. Calvin Kleins, I'll bet. The white material is striking, because of...
The marijuana this summer is not very good, too much rain and not enough sun have produced plants low in THC. Even worse, growers planted far less than usual in the spring after reading the Olde Farmers Almanac predictions for sun and rain. I was hanging out with a high school buddy, smoking some of this low quality weed when the subject spun around to sexu...
Leading me into his bedroom, I find the sexy pink corset, panties and stockings that he bought the other day at Frederick's all laid out, on his bed. There is also a pair of silicone "boobs." "I didn't even have time to give it to Jessica, so you can have it. I'll leave you alone while you change. You will need to slip the boobs into the cups of the corset....
Summer 1977. My best friend and I, were the very best of Buddy's, not in the way your thinking!!!! We were normal teenagers. For shear discretion I will call him G. We did the usual stuff that kids do. As we grew up and finally left school for college, none of us had anytime for girls, not in the physical way, sure we used to have wet dreams and fantasise ab...
I was hangin' out at the Dew Drop Inn, the local waterin' hole only two blocks from my house. I hadn't expected to get a game so my cue was outside in the trunk of my 66 Camero. I always bring my car, one never knows when one might need to cruise. I was getting really pissed. I had been sittin' here for almost two hours, listening to this dickwad hillbilly...
I was glad to see Badger again, of course I was. A month has seemed an awfully long time to have gone without the touch of his hard cock. I had missed that terribly to be absolutely truthful. I mean here was an old man giving me all the gratification I could want, how's that? Well let's just say when they are mature they enjoy it like a glass of wine, nice a...
Something short and hopefully sweet. Any errors that remain are mine. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing efforts. All the participants are over eighteen. Enjoy. ***** Being rich takes a lot of work. Being obscenely rich, not so much, especially if you're lucky. Luck is a relative concept. I was unlucky that my parents died when I was but a wee la...
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...