The evening felt like a twisted dream, maybe even a full-blown nightmare. I pushed the door closed behind me as I entered my musty room, still on the phone with Amy. I had called her midway between Tony’s room and my own, desperate to reach her before she went to bed and avoid any unwanted suspicion. Guilt washed over me as I turned my attention to the TV, which was still on, showing the start of the third quarter, my fut...

The next few days felt like they belonged to someone else’s life. After what happened between Jake and me in the dorm room, I expected things to change. But Jake didn’t acknowledge it at all. He acted like nothing had happened, as if we hadn’t crossed that line, like he hadn’t taken control of me in the most intimate way. It was surreal—he moved on as if nothing about our friendship had shifted. We fell back into our usua...

I warned him that would happen... As soon as Mike's oily hands touched me, my cock sprung to life and started stretching the front of my speedo. Lying face-up on the massage table, in the middle of my hotel room wearing nothing but a speedo, I felt exposed. My speedo had no chance of hiding my erection. Mike was wearing a lycra red speedo as well, but he seemed a lot more confident/comfortable than I was feeling. Mike rea...

"Need to get that?" Tony asked, his smile razor-sharp as the soft vibration buzzed from my pocket, cutting through the worn hallway. We were running out of doors to pass, and with each vibration, he squeezed my clammy hand harder. My heart pounded, knowing we were just steps from his room. My shameful demeanor all but gave way to the fact it was my wife calling. He didn’t have to ask; his smirk fed off the guilt of my sil...

Bo and I both had to work all day the first Saturday of October and it was an unusual day for us both. The night before, Bo had used my dildo that closely resembled his cock on me and we jacked each other off to intense orgasms. The feeling of Bo’s “cock” inside me fueled one of the most explosive orgasms I’d ever had. Earlier that night, I had sucked Bo’s real cock to a throat-filling explosion while using his largest bu...

That Friday night started like any other, with the two of us stumbling back from a party, the alcohol warm in our veins. Jake and I had always been on equal footing—same height, same build. I’d even wondered once, fleetingly, who’d win if we ever went at it. It wasn’t like Jake intimidated me. In fact, I figured I had the edge. Maybe because I trained harder, or just because I liked to think I wouldn’t back down. But that...

The following day at work, I was in a semi daze thinking about John's thick cock and how hard he had been. I swear I could still taste his salty cum in my mouth. It was a reminder that I needed to search for something to enable me to take him deep as he had requested. After some food, I got the laptop out and searched to find dildos for sale. There were so many different types! I opted for a nice looking six inch one, hav...

Caleb felt the dildo pounding up and down throughout his donut hole. It was six inches long, four inches wide and made to be as rough as possible on his bruised skin. Drool dripped down the side of his chin and he was too focused on the penis pacifier in his mouth to try and wipe at it. The man was on camera live in front of thirty thousand getting his asshole fucked and he was completely anonymous. This had become a part...

My heart raced as I walked through the dimly lit, desolate third-floor corridor of the rundown Hampton Inn, a place so shabby that Hilton’s name felt out of place. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, amplifying my guilt and anxiety. My phone buzzed in my pocket; I knew it was my wife calling, but I couldn't shift my focus. Beside me, gripping my clammy hand, was Tony, the flamboyant, man-bunned twink who had entered...

I still remember some of my earliest sexual adventures like they were yesterday. In the story below where I have forgotten any detail I have added what inevitably would have happened. I was eighteen, just weeks short of being nineteen, and in my last term at my all-boys school. I wanted girls, but girls were unobtainable. My frustrated sex life consisted of masturbation over the girls in the adult magazines which an enter...

"What the hell is going on?" James muttered to himself, staring in bewilderment at the book in his hands. It was a peculiar tome, one that had been gathering dust on his shelf for ages, until tonight's insomnia had led him to it. The pages fluttered open of their own accord, revealing images that were definitely not part of the library's usual collection. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, sure he was hallucinating. He receive...