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A Gay Night in Baja

Through all the heat and the humidity around the pool,
we had been swimming and sunning the entire day. At
Palmilla, the pool attendants doubled as waiters and
we’d had plenty of drinks since late morning. All
day there were different people occupying the loungers
around us and we had amusing and friendly conversations.
There were mostly couples but some single guys and gals
mixed-in during the day.

We awoke from a quiet nap in the late afternoon to get
ready for dinner. The outdoor café was widely spread out and
partially covered with a large canopy of palm thatch.…

A Sex Massage

I guess you could say I’m a fairly lucky girl, I have a
good paying job that I love and I live in a high rise
only three blocks from my job in a middle size city. As
for me, I’m a five foot six inch tall red head and
weigh one hundred and twenty pounds with a thirty four
C chest, twenty seven years old and have not been in a
relationship for almost a year, ever since I broke up
with my ex boyfriend. Every day I walk past a combined
massage, nails and bikini wax business that …

My Brother at the Gloryhole

I was cruising for blow jobs, to both give and receive,
as I often did on Saturday afternoons. I liked to suck
and to be sucked, and I had found I was a much better
fuck with my girlfriend Saturday night, if I had
dropped a load or two earlier in the day.

I had waited for one of the glory hole booths to become
open. Just as I stepped in, something caught my eye. My
BROTHER Tom was coming into the video booth area! I was
pretty sure he didn’t see me, but my heart was pounding
as I …

A Night in Asian Heaven

In my despair, I drifted back to my home state, to see
my aging parents, family and friends, and best of all,
a new GAM friend who I’d met on the net, and we’d
agreed that we console ourselves with each other’s
company for a week. He kept irreverently referring to
our liaison as the ‘June Bonk’.

We had long discussions into the wee small hours,
(amongst other things) and out of this came the
suggestion – “instead of worrying about early
retirement; why don’t you go and study again, and go to
work in Asia amongst the people you …

A surf is employed by a Baron to tend to his needs

As an historian and college professor, I enjoy living
in England. Old documents are always turning up in
libraries and old monasteries. I am never at a loss for
historical studies to publish, but it was as a cocksman
that I was fascinated by an old diary I found in an
alcove in a castle in Nottingham.

The diary spoke of sexual exploits, so I didn’t
announce its discovery to the college… I took it home
for my own pleasure. I translated its Old English, and
I found a marvelous account of cock-sucking in the 11th
Century.

Here it is, …

Is It You or Her?

“Eva, isn’t there something you want to tell me?”

“I bet you want to talk about my pussy, don’t you?”

“Well, Eva, it’s been pretty hard for me to not notice
how messy and gamy and gapping it has been for the last
few weeks when you’ve come in late. Is it that new guy
at work, Eddie? The one that’s called here a few time
and left messages, as well as picked you up a few
times.”

“Yes he’s the one. Isn’t he handsome?”

“That’s beside the point Eva. Remember, we’re married.
You’re not supposed to be committing adultery …

It’s Amazing What Can Happen After a Hot Shower

I was having a shower, a nice hot shower where the water
hits you with jets if burning liquid, tingling all over.
I turned down the heat, unscrewed the shower spray head,
leaving just the rubber pipe, and pushed it between my
arse cheeks and felt the pressure of the water on my
hole. I relaxed my muscles until I was able to push the
tube inside my arse hole, and felt the water fill up my
bowels. I could feel the water gurgling up into my
stomach, and knew it was time to stop.

I had about a gallon …

I Was A High School Head Giver

I have been reading your archives for a while now, and
even rereading some of the stories that I like best. I
love the first time stories. This has inspired me to
write to you about something that changed my life, when
I was just 15 years old. I have never told anyone about
this. I figure this form is a good place to get it off
my chest. Though, I don’t see these events as anything
bad.

I used to walk home from school everyday with Troy, a
friend of mine. He was the same age. His family was …