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Man Dominated To Suck A Cock

Let me start by saying I have always been straight and never have
I even imagined being with a guy. With that said let me tell you
a story that has forever changed my life. It started one day
when my wife were going to the Cape with my
mother-in-law, like they have for the past 5 years. I always stay
home and have the weekend to myself to do whatever I want.

It was Friday and I was in a hurry to get out of work so I could
get a five mile run in and then head down …

A. Kitten: “Recidivist” (FF, bdsm, stroke)

Kayleigh entered the club’s dark locker room, one-handedly stuffing
her keycard back in her purse. She had never seen itfully lit; Adam
kept things dark and cool. Cavernous.

Facing her cubby, she wriggled out of her jeans and tank top, setting
them on a middle shelf. Lifting her collar from its hook, she held it
briefly to her chest and bent her neck to inhale the scent of leather.
Then she knelt by the exit to the club, collar held before her, and
pressed the bell.

Slaves weren’t allowed to collar themselves.

Nor were any dominant members inconsiderate enough to …

Alice has a simply horrid time at Mr and Mrs Hart’s party in Wonderground

Alice was pleased to see that Kedi was out there as if she had been
expecting her. Alice ran into Kedi’s arms, who held her tightly and
comforted her as Alice gulped out her sobs. “It was horrible!
Horrible!” she sobbed. “A real nightmare!”

“I think,” said Kedi kindly, “it’s time for you to go home.” And with
that she steered Alice away from Mrs Hart’s house and towards the
nearest bus-stop.

Kedi took Alice to Mouse’s house, and after advising Mouse’s mother
of the situation she took some clothes which both she and Alice could
wear. She then escorted …

Initial Explorations – I had become a sexual being

I’m not sure if this is typical, but as long as I can remember I’ve
known that my cock had two distinct states. I thought of the larger,
stiffer, and more infrequent one as “big,” and the process of erection
as “getting big.”

And as long as I can remember, I’d had a habit of playing with my erect
cock. Just innocent fumbling, touching, and squeezing; no rhythmic
stroking, rubbing, or thrusting. Sometimes when it was soft I would
touch and squeeze until it got hard, sometimes for hours until I became
distracted. It was a perfectly innocent thing, though …

Attitude Adjustment – male on male erotica

I checked my mail when I got home that evening, and there were three
items from Feygin. One had the promised web links, one was a collection of
picture attachments, and the third held three video files.

The pictures weren’t what I expected. I thought of gay porn as leather,
rubber, and hairy guys – I’d certainly seen my share of that back when I
was doing the groundwork for my Pam the Plumber stories. Instead I found
myself looking at a collection of photographs more focused on facial
expressions, the curves and lines of taut muscles, the contact of …

I’m going to meet John, a guy I met online to suck his cock

I knocked quietly at the door and waited. I was a little nervous but I’d done this before and knew what to expect. John opened the door and invited me in, I followed him through to the lounge and took a seat. John sat on the sofa opposite. He was older than me, probably about 40 but I always preferred a slightly older guy. He had an athletic build and was quite good looking but that didn’t interest me. I was only interested in his cock which I had seen online and looked perfect for my mouth.

“Nice to meet …

I sucked my married friend’s cock and more

When I awoke the next morning, I had no idea what to expect. Last
night could have signaled a new chapter, been an aberrant interregnum, or
been the rueful end to an old story. I was not sure which, but I knew I had
little control over the ultimate direction Rob and I would take.

Rob was still asleep, his back to me. I moved to my back, put my
arms behind my head, and listened to him sleep. He was breathing deeply,
and snoring lightly. After a bit, he stirred, rolling over on his back. I
could tell from …

She Devil Windy City

I went through the windshield after I hit the pickup.Witnesses say
that I impacted on the flat bed’s side panel andbounced across the street.
I don’t remember anything at all. I do remember the Hospital. First as a
blur. Lots of peoplecoming and going, prodding me, poking, sticking me
with needles. Iwas in traction, arms and legs casted and pulled up at odd
angles.I slept a lot.Sheila was great. Sheila De Ville was my fiance. I’d
just met herwhen it happened. We had a whirlwind romance and the doctors
toldme she came to the Hospital every day. She seemed so …

An Intimate Recollection

The story I am about to relate had long been buried deep
within the memory banks of my mind. It was only the
actions of some young lads outside my window late one
Friday night, which brought it all flooding back to me
in graphic detail. It seems only yesterday, and not the
twenty or so years which have elapsed, that the events
which I am going to share with you took place.

When I was 18, dad got a new job and we had to move from
the centre of a big city to a fairly quiet suburb of …

A bit deeper, now

Morganstern, now lying on his back, looked up at Jon, the
lithe young stud who was just starting his first impaling thrust.
But with no more than an inch of himself inside Morganstern, who
was the bigger, more muscular of the two naked young writers,
Jon stopped and held himself perfectly still. Morganstern asked,
“What’s the matter?” “Short fuze, real short.” “You afraid
you’ll go off too soon?” “Sure am,” said Jon.

“May I make a few suggestions?” asked Morganstern as he felt
Jon cautiously ease himself deeper.

“Go ahead,” said Jon with a jerk of his head that swung …

Cowgirl and Belle in Vegas

I saw her in the valet parking area of one of the big new Vegas hotels. It
was like a scene out of a movie–this whole crowd of Southern gals, dressed
to the nines with billowy dresses and high heels and big floppy hats, saying
goodbye to a toothy blonde bride in white lace. I wasn’t looking at the
bride, though, but at one of the bridesmaids. She was a giant, six feet
tall and what was politely called big-boned. Well, being the rangy cowgirl
type myself, I always liked a good-sized woman.

Anyway, it was a fair description, she …

Adam’s Double Initiation

Adam was a new citizen of Assville having moved here less than
three months ago with his guardian. Slowly the almost seventeen
year old youth was beginning to make friends at school but he
really did not have any yet. He had also learnt about the extra
fixation (in his humble opinion) that the village had for
spanking butt — particularly bare butt. So far he had been
lucky and had only experienced such tail warming privately at
home and not at school or, even worse, in the public square.
Just as he had passed the age of consent for …

The Climbing Hut

I had just come over the shoulder of the lower part of the north ridge
of the Eiger and I was relieved to see the mountain hut in a small valley
about a hundred feet below me. It was beginning to get dark and the snow
was starting to fall again so it was really time to find shelter for the
night. As I made my way across the snow to the hut I could see a faint
yellow light in the window so I should have company. I shook the snow from
my boots, pushed open the door and …

I call my story THE RED CORVETTE

Since you are my closest friend, I can share my story. I
thought I was a heterosexual male, but I was taught to share
my body with another man for the occasional use of a dream
car. I also learned the meaning of caring love from another
male.

I call my story THE RED CORVETTE.

My name is Kevin Kelstrom I am of Scandinavian descent. I
lived on a farm in Wisconsin. I had just graduated from high
school and wanted to go to college. I was eighteen years
old.

I had a half uncle who lived in California. My …

Ally McBeal – Buried Pleasures

“I’m not gay. I’m not even ashamed to
admit I don’t want to be gay, but….” Ally McBeal
said as she sat in her office at Cage, Fish and
Associates.

“… you’re curious.” the young beautiful
Asian woman sitting across from Ally said as she
finished her sentence.

Her name was Ling Woo, and like Ally,
she was a lawyer at the Boston firm. Originally
she had been a client of another of the firms
lawyers, Nelle Porter, and had eventually joined
the firm as well.

“Well it wasn’t just that, Ling” Ally went
on. “For whatever reason last night …