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I had gone over to my friend Tom’s house to watch football on pay per
view TV. I arrived before the game, grabbed a beer and made myself
comfortable in front of the television. By the time the game started
there were about five guys I knew sitting around the room, there were a
few guys I hadn’t met before. Tom introduced them as people he played
football with. We settled in to watch the match.
About five minutes into the game two more of Tom’s friends I hadn’t met
before showed up. The younger one Chris played football with …

Aaden’s Punishment

I walked into the house and the first thing I saw was Aaden, walking by
rather quickly and holding a hand to his mouth. “Shh…” he said
quietly. “I just put Elizabeth to bed.”

“Didn’t you put her in the center nursery?” I whispered.

“Yeah, but something’s wrong with the privacy fields; they’re making an
annoying hum. Dave ran diags and he says it’ll be a few hours until the
hardware he needs is ready. So,” he shrugged, “We’ll live without being
able to make much noise until then.”

He turned and walked into the kitchen, nearly swatting me with …

Black boys at the gym

This story contains writing of homosexuality and racial
humiliation. If any of this offends you then you should search for
something else to read. This story is not intended to be read by
minors.

I’m just curious; does anybody else out there enjoy watching black
boys undress in the locker room before working out in the gym?

I like watching as they slowly and awkwardly reveal their lean brown
arms and legs, ashy at the knees and elbows. I like their smooth dark
skin and their bulging triceps and shoulders. I like their big darting
eyes as they self-consciously, but …

BACHELOR PARTY by Carlos Malenkov

Dave couldn’t get over it. He was actually getting married tomorrow.
Married!

Well, why *not* get married? He loved Laura. And she loved him. They
had been living together for seven months now and they clicked as a couple.
The sex was dynamite. Even after knowing her for over a year – and
“knowing” her in the Biblical sense for almost as long — he would still
sometimes lapse into daydreams at work about what he’d be doing with her in
bed when he got home. Their minds were on the same wavelength and their
bodies were perfectly attuned to …

We met in the same bar, had sex in the same hotel room

His name was Jeremy. At least, so far as I know it was.

I don’t know his last name. I was visiting Toronto, and I don’t know
if he lives there or was just passing through. Jeremy was with the
band; I got the impression he was a member. To this day, I’ve never
heard them play.

So that’s all I have: a name, a city, and a band. Not much to show for
a three-night stand. And I wouldn’t change anything if I could.

I’ve never been a big Toronto fan. Even compared with the blighted
wastes of …

Most of my experience with other males is in an SM context with me as the submissive

I am a male bi-sexual. Most of my experience with other males is
in an SM context with me as the submissive. Let me provide a
little background before I get started. My earliest sexual
experience was when I was molested by a neighborhood teenaged boy
when I was four or five. When I was in the army I had my first
experience at an adult book store. I went to the bookstore with
a little bit of an alcohol buzz on. I went into the back area
where the video booths were and ended up sucking another guy’s
cock. …

Testing Women

As I have said before, I really don’t understand some women.

Seems that after neo-abolitionist made such a big deal about the sex
and meat testings that a lot of companies were offering, the ‘cool’
thing to do for a large group of women would be to have themselves sex
tested. I’m not complaining, a cash stream is a cash stream. I just
don’t follow why they would be doing this. Of course some are weirder
than others.

Case in point. A group of 5 women came in (2 blonds, a red head, one
with brown hair and a black …

A Perfect World for lesbian lovers

Exactly one Martian month later, Slurry was sitting behind her desk on the
59th floor of the Martian capital building. Her office was small and did not
feature a view, or even a window for that matter, but it was hers, 36 square
meters of real estate, equipped with a plastic desk and a computer terminal
and featuring her recently bestowed title on the door: DR. SLURRY FRAZIER –
HISTORIAN. She was as proud of that title as she was of the office itself.
Slurry was deliriously happy these days. She was about to start a family
with the man …

Nifty Adventure in the City

This is a fictional story. It includes acts of homosexuality and
racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please
search for something else to read. This story is not about or
intended for minors.

Stranded in the city late at night after I had been separated
from a car full of my buddies whom I rode in with, I ducked into
a magazine shop to keep from getting wet in the sudden downpour.
Turned out this was a sex shop and to avoid loitering I had to
buy five dollars worth of tokens and go to …

A nest of lesbians 2.

Talk about luxury! Breakfast in bed. Just juice and coffee and toast, of course, but Elspeth was sure she could have had more simply for the asking. With the tray over her lap, she leaned back languidly and sipped and munched as Joan scurried around getting dressed to go off to work. Even with all that scurrying, though, there appeared to be plenty of time for conversation, just idle small-talk at first until Elspeth zeroed in on the all-important topic.
“Joan, tell me something. About last night…”
“Please. Must we talk about that?”
“Yes. I want to. Oh, don’t worry, …

I’m going to fuck you in the ass!

I know what started it all. We’d been talking about Jeff Peters who had just discovered his wife was cheating on him. “Well, that’s one thing *I’ll* never have to worry about,” I commented.

I *didn’t* worry: Judy just isn’t like that. But I don’t think I saw her face when I made that comment because I know the image would have come back to me if I had. You see, two days later, Judy and I were lying in bed, and she said my name:

“Greg?”

“Yes?” No she didn’t usually start conversations while we were trying to sleep, …

The story of a teen boy giving into his desires

John had always been a little bit different. At a young age he had discovered porn. It started with pictures and magazines. Then the internet brought him movies. He became addicted. First it was straight porn, then interacial. Then he discovered strapon femdom witch quickly led to transexual porn. Soon he began sneaking around wearing his mothers panties and playing with his ass.

At 17 he was still a virgin until he joined an adult dating site and met an older man. He lied about his age and met up with him. The older man had been his first. John …

My wife knows I’m into guys, and that’s O.K. with her

It’s a pretty good marriage
that way. We’re both in our 20’s. I’m 5’10”, 155#, brown
hair, green eyes, a stache, and I work out so I’m in pretty
good shape. My wife’s biggest assets are her big tits, but
she’s a pretty good looker too.
.
One night, we were out drinking with a friend of mine
from college. Tom was the same age as me, 27, and a pretty
handsome dude. Blonde, blue eyes, good muscles and a big
dick. I knew that because Tom was also bisexual and we had
jacked each other off a bunch of …

Karen had been surprised by his two naked friends

The public bar was packed with West Indians when Mary and I
entered the Bedford Arms. Mary was clearly enjoying all the
attention she was attracting, but I was more worried about
our safety.

A bald-headed man in his fifties, sporting a prominent gold
tooth, put his hand on my shoulder and told us to follow
him upstairs.

‘I recognized the two of yer, straight away,’ he shouted
over the hubbub of the throng we were wading through. ‘You
two are stars in this neck of the woods; those tapes are a
big hit.’

Mary giggled when someone in the …

I were addicted to black cock

I particularly liked the way Simon and Penny were
‘encouraged’ to do Mr Asher’s bidding; it reminded me of
the time my wife and I were addicted to black cock in the
1970s. Iain – a charismatic, Svengali-like man in his late
fifties – persuaded us to try something a little more
exciting than mainstream wife-swapping – Mary and I were in
our early twenties at the time.

Iain loved to photograph burly black men fucking slim,
white wimps – he would organize weekend get-togethers at
his flat in south London for this purpose. These all-day,
and night, sex-romps …

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