Levi and I had a long leisurely breakfast. My nerves had totally disappeared and I was becoming happier and happier with my plans and current situation, Despite my happiness, I began to wonder if Brian would be upset at not being my first and if, in fact, he would still want to show up. Levi advised me to turn my phone back on and be upfront with Brian. He told me that if Brian didn't show that I still had plenty to play...

It was a warm summer's day. The air-conditioning had broken down over at Jessie's place. Generally, this would be the recipe for a horrible day. But Jessie and Zack were not going to let it get their spirits down, as the only recipe they were concerned with, was their cookie recipe. They had woken up early, so they could make enough batches of cookies to have for breakfast and lunch. They had always enjoyed doing this act...

On a recent holiday with the family to Palm Springs, my life changed. I’m married, two kids, in my fifties, and living in the UK. My name is Mark. We had booked two rooms at the hotel, one for my wife and I, and the other for our two teen girls. After a day that included a trip on the Pam Springs tram and an afternoon visit to the local Zoo, we were all tired. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel with the unspoken ag...

I'm from a rural part of Australia. It's a town of about 2000 and a six-hour drive away from Sydney. All of the homes here are on farms the size of small European countries, so whenever there's a party, everyone knows about it. I happened to be back home for a friend's, Abby's, birthday. She had turned twenty, so we were now the same age. She had organised a bonfire for a couple of friends. A group of about fifteen of us...

The hot summer seemed to drag on. Steve and I were riding around as usual. We were just killing time. Gas was still cheap. As in most small towns in the south, there was a 'circuit' that the kids drove around. It covered most of the town. That was what we did when not otherwise occupied. After our night on the beach, we spent a lot of our spare time together. I bought some cold wine coolers, and we enjoyed them as we crui...

It was just a normal Tuesday. Another day at the office, I'm listening to Spotify, rushing home in my car. I'm so ready to get out of these clothes. I pull in, and step out onto the gravel, and as the land crunches beneath me, I sprint to the door. I can see through the window that it's dark, with some flickering, which feels weird. Was my husband home? He usually is on a Tuesday at 5:30. When I open the door, I notice th...

I've lived a straight life and in many ways, I do see myself as straight. Is it possible to make that claim and say that I also enjoy reading gay erotica and that I fantasise about being the sub in those stories? Can I still claim to be straight? How about if I tell you that when I watch porn, I love big cocks and often feel the desire to take one in my mouth. I also love watching big cumshots and also fantasise about bei...

I knew pretty early in my life that I was not going to be the most manly of men. I would love to dress in my mom’s heels and her dresses and put on her jewelry. When my Mom caught me one afternoon, she was actually thrilled and told me I make the cutest girl. After the initial embarrassment, I let my Mom do my makeup and we spent the rest of the night playing dress-up. As time went on, my mom treated me more like a daught...

After Luis left that day, I lay back on the bed and thought for a long time. There could be no question now that I was hooked on sucking cock. Yes, I’d had just three encounters, but there was no doubt it got me just as excited as a good fuck with a woman. I thought back to my first sexual encounters with girls, the thrill I felt in touching and tasting the female body, in learning how to give and get pleasures of astonis...

“Hi, Zack. Where are the guys?” “Chad is down already, and Stan is on his way, I suppose. Where is Kyle?” “No idea. But he's usually late.” “Right.” Something was bothering him. He didn't say it outright, but I could see it in the way he looked at me. “What?” “Nothing.” “So it's your turn now?” He looked confused. “Nevermind. What is going on?” “I saw you Wednesday.” “Okay... Does this story have a happy ending?” He said...

It had been a week since Tim and I played. I couldn’t stop thinking of his dick in my boi pussy. I loved how good it felt and wanted more of it. It was a Saturday and I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked over to Tim’s house unannounced. When I got there, I saw there were no cars in the driveway. I went ahead and knocked on the door. Nothing but silence in the house. I waited thirty seconds and knocked again, still - silen...

When I looked outside the next morning, the first thing I saw was the sun dabbling across Levi’s apartment. Levi lived about three doors down from me, so from my window, I could see his whole building bathed in the soft warm light. But there was no sign of Levi himself, at least not at that moment. “Hey Josh?” came Brandon’s voice. I turned away from the window. Brandon was in the middle of a shower, and he’d left my bath...

"Hi, Kyle, what's up?" "Nothing." "You ok?" "Yeah." "You sound like my wife when I ask if I did something wrong, and she says no when she's clearly mad at me." "Just drop it." "Ok." Chad threw his hands in the air stepping away. Kyle rammed his things into the poor locker and banged it shut. Yeah, sure, everything seemed peachy... I just watched him. I would love to mock him, but this looked serious. And I don't know why,...

The pulse of the drums was deafening. Allen found himself dancing between two sweaty jock-clad daddy bears bouncing to the music. Rough hands slid up his kilt. One of them, Red-haired and stocky, danced in close to Allen, pushing his ass into Allen’s crotch. A tongue entered his mouth. A rough white beard rubbed against his cheeks. "Come with us." A hand grabbed each of his wrists and he followed. A beaded curtain parted...