Well, where do I start? I've never written this sort of thing down before. I'll write what I'd like to read myself and go from there. This is a story about a straight guy who in his early thirties developed a taste for cock. Making them come, that is, and especially sucking a guy off. Bear in mind, I'm married and doing this in secret. I'll describe myself as 99% straight. My first time was in answering a post on Craigsli...

Sally took the call and walked out of earshot. As I felt comfortable with where we were, irrespective of the fact that we were obviously growing into a relationship, I still respected her privacy. She was inside where I could see her, but not hear her through the sliding door leading into the house from the entertainment area. She looked at me a few times smiling and once blew a kiss, though I could see she was in a somew...

Moans of ecstasy filled the air, but I didn’t know who was expressing such pleasure. As I searched the space for the source of the cries, I saw the dark-haired figure between my legs and realized the moaning was me! Strong hands squeezed my breasts as this person indulged themself on a feast of my labia, my clitoris, and my pussy. Whomever this was stroking, licking, nibbling, and sucking in my most feminine areas was not...

Rick and I became fast friends our first year on campus. Serious students, we blew off steam with various capers like the ad we hacked into the Homecoming game program acknowledging the many contributions of Physics to sports. Mandy was his year-behind high school sweetheart who arrived sophomore year. With the dimpled smile of a model and the body of a beach volleyball player, she was way out of our league, but for some...

Over the past year, Theresa and I had become quite comfortable with injecting some occasional fantasy play into our lovemaking. We hadn't involved Courtney and Steve, the couple we had become intimate and comfortable with sexually since the night months ago at their house when we were treated a bravura exhibitionist performance by Courtney. Ree and I kept ourselves satisfied and happy with frequent sex and a judicious sma...

"It all started out so innocently," my wife said to me. With both kids back in school, she had more time to herself. She signed up for a gym membership and went a few times per week. That morning she had returned from a sweaty workout, Home alone, she took a shower. Shortly after she turned the water off, she heard knocking on the front door. Not expecting me, or anyone, she wrapped a towel around herself to investigate;...

Stephen and I had met online. My profile read: "Woman, Bisexual, Non-Monogamous, Looking for a sub, I love pushing my partner's limits. Must be Fun, Intelligent, Empathetic, Open-Minded, and Adventurous. I do not have time to respond to every message so if you do not hear back from me note I either did not believe us to be a good fit or your messages did not inspire and/or intrigue me. If you have a deep and dark need to...

I’m looking directly ahead, my arms outstretched in front of me. I’m naked, vulnerable. You’ve tied my wrists together and then attached them with two ropes to the solid wooden legs of the coffee table I’m bent over. I’m on bended knee. I’d gasped as you’d gently pushed me down onto all fours over the table and the coldness had hit my skin. I’m nervous but excited. Had my arousal been in any question, it was quickly quash...

I’m looking directly ahead. My arms outstretched in front of me, bound, my chest pushed up against the cold hard wood of the coffee table. A moment earlier I’d gasped as you’d gently pushed me down onto all fours over the table and the coldness had hit my skin. You’d bound my wrists to the front legs of the table and guided my legs apart so that they could be bound to the back legs. Now, after getting used to the coldness...

This story has been written at the request of and in the first-person voice of an Australian Lush member who wants to be named Frank for the story. He told me about a life-changing experience he had as a teenager and asked me to write it for him. I have avoided using Aussie slang and vernacular since I know that I would not be able to use it correctly. It was sometimes difficult for me growing up as a teenage boy in Sydne...