I called before I got home. He answered on the first ring. He knows better than to not answer immediately. Before he could say anything I cut him off in mid-sentence. "Naked, at the door in just a pair of sexy heels, nothing else, I want you. I'm hard in my pants thinking of your submissive little ass. Your makeup and hair better be perfect, little boy, fuc...
I watched as the man in the next booth ran his fingers up and down his growing shaft. He must enjoy teasing himself. He wrapped his hand around his now stiff cock and slowly moved it up and down. Up and down. I felt my own cock hardening in my jeans as I watched him. I started to bulge, wanting to be released. I moved closer to the glory hole and pushed m...
What the...? What the hell is going on over there? There is a dick sticking through a hole in the wall! Here I am in an adult video booth, my own dick in my hand, watching a blonde give a guy a very loving blowjob, and now this. I could not help but stare at the dick for a minute. I had to admit it was a good-looking dick, not large but very well formed....
The woman in my life had been away for a fortnight and would still be away for another two weeks. We normally enjoyed an active sex life and I was frustrated as all hell. We were both bisexual and I was allowed to ‘play’ as long as it was only with men if she wasn’t also involved. She knew I was a passive slut when engaged with men and this only turned her...
In the Temple of the Dove, all was quiet. The worshipers listened respectfully, as the priest spoke about the glories of peace and attempted to guide the parishioners through whatever was troubling their lives. If, upon entering the Temple, you walked around the altar room, and bypassed the parishioners, you would then enter the main temple area. From there...
I don't know what was so appealing about the entire experience. The anonymity of it? The smell of piss? The aroma of cum? The scent of mansweat, cocks, balls, armpits and asses? Perhaps the subtle movement of a strange hand across my ass, chest or expanding crotch? The stickiness of the concrete floor? That unspoken need and desire expressed in the eyes of m...
My name is Rodney Steele. This year I will be celebrating my fortieth birthday. By my story begins a long time ago. More than twenty years ago, in fact. When I was a young stud of eighteen, fresh out of high school and looking forward to college. I was headed to one of the mid-west's better universities, on an engineering scholarship. I was also headed towar...
I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...
Through my tears I watched the neon of the bar get brighter. She had left me, for good this time... All my attention had been focused on other things, including porn, and everything but her. I'm not angry with her, but with myself. That's why a few tequila shots will make me forget... This was the alcoholic amnesia, the whole place filled with men who want...
A storm raged in my gut as I climbed the stairs. No denying I was aroused and eager to see him. He'd set me on edge with his first scavenger hunt command, and every errand since had only made me hornier. Major lines had been crossed with the full-monty-waxing and the girly-panty-wearing, and god help me, there was still the not insignificant matter of the...