Ash Wednesday, 10pm "That was nice, Joe," Jen says, smiling peacefully, as I roll off of her. "Yes, it was, my love." After years of our sex life gradually dwindling into something bland and infrequent (though still kind and loving), it suddenly revived a few months ago. What revived it was an affair, but not quite in the usual way. In forced retirement, I had started helping out at the church last year, striking up a man...

The academic year was finally ending. For the past few weeks, Pete, Sam, and I had simply been too busy with projects and term papers to engage in the suck-and-fuck sexssions that we had enjoyed earlier in the year. Just two days before we were all to pack up and move home for the summer, I headed over to their place for some fun. Our favorite position - and I have no fucking idea what to call it! - was one in which Sam a...

I spent a whole week whacking off several times a day, thinking about my recent sexual encounter with Sam and Pete. Although I had no interest in renouncing women, I was surprised by how enjoyable I'd found sex with other men, once we crossed over from jacking in front of each other to jacking off each other. Actually, was that considered sex? I suppose not the first time, when we had masturbated while simply watching eac...

I couldn’t believe I’d just had a circle jerk with my high school friends Sam and Pete. Or that we were doing it again. Could I entice them into helping each other out? We were in college now, and I hung out at their place frequently, fully enjoying the freedom we hadn't had in high school to drink beer, smoke weed .. and as of last week, jerk off in front of each other. I’d thought circle jerks were more legend than real...

Chapter 6: John’s last evening with us We were about done with lunch. I looked at DeeDee and asked, “I hope you have more planned for us today than ‘sex-shower-eat’, then repeat. I'm not complaining, just worried about our water bill for next month.” I laughed and smiled at them both. DeeDee looked at me. “I don't know about you boys, but I'm enjoying our day together so far.” DeeDee's delicate face had a big, satisfied-l...

The island's wild beauty enveloped Levi and Katherine like a lover's embrace, the crisp Alaskan air mingling with the distant crash of waves and the earthy scent of pine. Their own cabin was still a distant dream, logs yet to be felled and shaped, so they settled into Donald and Kimmy's cozy log home. By the ancient family laws etched into our clan's history, Levi—as the elder male beneath this roof—assumed the role of ma...

Saturday afternoon was incredible. I was a little tired and had a brief group rest as we all recovered. Waking up after an hour, I went to take a shower, but was joined by Dan. We managed to grope each other while soaping up, with Dan’s lovely penis showing it was still ready to go. His rod was still responding to stimuli as I sucked him, how I loved taking him deep and listening to his moans as he held my head, wet from...

"Yeah, Joe! Fuck my pizza hole!" Those words are coming from the mouth - the pizza hole, that is - of a guy who helped take my high school's football team to the state quarterfinals a few years ago. Kurt and I were not in the same social circle in high school, but now he is kneeling on the floor of my friend Matt's garage while I thrust my manhood in his mouth. Meanwhile, Matt has hopped up onto a workbench, in turn feedi...

Here I am—watching another man move over her, her voice breaking into helpless sounds. Either she is having the kind of orgasm I could never give her, or she is giving the best performance I’ve ever witnessed. And as if that isn’t enough, the man between her thighs is wearing black stockings and suspenders—and has a four-inch pencil cock, at best. So how did we get here..? Sue had finally—if not eagerly—agreed to let me e...

LISTENING IN THE SPARE ROOM I spent the whole night in the spare bedroom, lying naked on the small, creaky bed, listening. Every sound from down the hallway—every rhythmic thump of the mattress, every sharp slap of skin, every breathless cry—cut straight through me. I couldn’t help myself. My hand stayed on my willy the entire time, stroking slowly, sometimes frantically, as I imagined what was happening in the master bed...