My cock was in his mouth, he had slipped his hand under the lycra of my speedos and was fingering me, my hand was down the front of his husband’s speedo. He had cum a minute earlier, so it was a cummy mess. With a pat on his head, I pulled my cock out of …
My wife Lynn and I are really not very compatible; it’s kind of amazing that we got married in the first place. And ironically, I think it was my sex drive that was the catalyst. We were young then, and she loved my attentions; it was an ego boost for her to know I was …
I swim regularly. Different pools have different characteristics in many ways. The main Olympic pool in my area is the most diverse of all, though, until recently, I never noticed. I got there, changed, did my set, showered and then went home—purposeful if even mechanical routine. Last summer, I took a day off work and …
I walked out of the marina provisions shop carrying a bag of ice with my left hand and a twelve-pack of Old Milwaukee with my right. I peeked in the windows of Bobbing Buoys, the marina restaurant. Sure enough, there was Nate, waiting tables. I developed a yearning sensation south of the border. Mike was …
University was a wild time for me… I was newly single after dating women throughout school, for the first time I felt truly free. While my family were very open and liberal, I never thought I could be anything other than straight, and for the most part that suited me (I was definitely on the …
“You’re a cocksucker, aren’t you?” Mr. Stern asked calmly. “Tell me the truth.” Bob Headly swallowed hard, shocked. His eyes shifted away from his boss, down, down to the floor he wanted to disappear into. Blushing furiously, he quelled the impulse to leap out of the chair and run. He gasped, speechless, paralyzed and sweating. …
His head was spinning from the cocktail they’d given him, and he was bound, naked, on a St. Andrews Cross, with his arms and legs splayed wide. His rigid cock was throbbing painfully, seemingly being yanked upwards with each pulse by the full moon overhead. There must have been something in that chalice… The night …
Let me tell you about my friend Tyler. You probably wouldn’t look at him twice if you saw him on the street. He’s neither good nor bad-looking. He’s neither a ripped gym rat nor an overweight sloth. He dresses himself conservatively, never keeping up with the latest fashions… Average, regular or ordinary are probably the …
Just ten days after our camping trip, I picked up Bo for our first day back to school. He immediately began complaining about how much he was going to miss seeing me so much – and so much of me – since we wouldn’t be able to spend our days lying around naked. “We still …
“Hello, Matthew,” came a deep and familiar voice from the phone. “I see I am not the only one who gets to ride you hard and put you up wet.” “H-hello,” Matthew said to the cell phone in his trembling hand. “Unless you want me to paste those photos all over the teacher’s lounge you …
