This is a true story about the first time I sucked a big black cock. It was a few years ago now, I was in my early twenties, right out of college, and still lived at my parents' house. I never told anyone this before, so this is my way of getting it off my chest. A little background first. As far as everyone was aware I was straight, but for some time I ha...
First of all I am so very sorry that it has taken me soooo long to get this out to you all...My health is not fabulous and life has a bad habit of getting in the way. So here is the next part of my little story and I so hope that you all continue read this and then maybe reach a hand out to someone whom you know or maybe suspect has had a "tough" time of th...
Bruce and Peter walked into the restaurant while Tony parked the car. It was one of eight they found and were using from Mr. Bowman's garage. He had spotted the BMW and had always wanted to take it for a spin when the man was alive. Of course, he also had his eyes on the Porsche and the Mazeratti, but there were three riding, so they needed a little room for...
A certain style of visit is like entering a male paradise on earth. Smoking, promptly arriving at the bathhouse and drinking a beer, easily finding a willing mouth to suck my cock hard, enjoying an extended period of male on male sex, often with multiple partners before going back to the bar to start the cycle again. The way time passes in such a state has...
A sequel to "Concentration and Muscle Control." If you read my previous piece, you'll already know that my use of the gym is closely linked to my sexuality, my love of hard masculine muscular bodies. Following the closure of the first gym I had used and where I had learned so much about training, about myself and what triggered my attraction to sex with m...
Warmth. And a soft pillow. White sheets. Bright sunlight. Liam took a sleepy inventory as he lay in the bed, barely letting the light filter through his lashes, not really wanting to be awake yet. Fuzzy happy thoughts were hovering at the edges of his brain, probably remnants of some wonderful dream. He turned his face into the pillow and stifled a yawn....
John was gay and he paid the price of living with his secret with loneliness. As if it was yesterday, he remembered all the lovers that he had. He had a lot of lovers and he wondered where some of them were now, Bob, Rick, George, and Tom. If only he knew then what he knew now, he would have latched on to one of them so that he wouldn't be so alone and so sa...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. --- MARATHON RIMATHON Have I mentioned I take a walk every morning? Of course I have. How else could I have enjoyed that hot kitchen floor blowjob with the married man who lived along the way ("Taking Care of Hubby"). You may remember he moved right after our encounter. Well,...
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...
Liam opened the door to his dorm room, and tried to suppress a smile that started creeping up his face. The small room was empty, except for 2 adjacent beds, 2 small desks, one by the window and the other oposite the one shared closet. The room was, in no uncertain terms, definitely spartan, but it was just the way he wanted it to be. For him, this was his...