From my very first lecture at university, I instantly knew I wanted Mark. Then again, nearly everybody did. He was stereotypically good looking: 6ft 2, dark and toned. He was also my contract law lecturer. Forbidden fruit. I could never pay attention in his classes, I’d be focusing on anything but him to keep my cock from being rock hard and causing embarrassment.
We had bumped into each other quite a few times: he bent over to pick up my student ID during an exam and put it back on my
Some of you have read about the first time I met a man from a gay site. His name was Luke and the first meeting turned out great. He is an older guy, around 55 and a total top. He told me that he is bisexual and just loves fucking. I can testify that he does love fucking. It had been several months since I was able to meet him again, due to his and my own work schedule.
My work finally began to slow down and I knew that soon we would be allowed to leave work early, giving me the time to stop by
Scott Griffin pulled his blue Ford Mustang into a parking space just to the left of the loading dock of Stonewall Hall. At least six cars were battling for spaces closer than his to the door in the loading area, but he didn’t care. He was only a little farther away but he could walk his bags in the little extra distance. He wouldn’t have to deal with the pushy parents and students in the area as well. College was something he looked forward to, but people in crowds drove him crazy.
Prolog, yeah I know the fishing and camping stories have been done to death. To be honest it is one of my favorite plot lines. So here is my version of a well used and worn out plot line.
My two buddies and I have been planning this trip for a long time. The first fishing outing of a season has turned in to a tradition for us. The Midwest winters seem to get longer and colder each year.
To say cabin fever is setting in by spring would be an understatement. I wasn’t expecting anything
Dave’s dick twitched as he waited for what he knew was going to happen. He thought back to how this whole thing had started and knew that deep down, he did want this. In the dark recesses of his mind, these thoughts had made themselves known and he had started everything with his question.
His wife Sharon was sucking on him in that slow and deliberate way she did, taking her
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He always thought he would love it. But as Tim lay spent, his lover on top of him, he now came to grips with who he really was. And it made him smile as he thought back to how he had arrived at this point in his life.
Tim rushed into his office, late again, the kids
Ancient Cures for Modern Problems
PART ONE
Tim’s mouth dropped open. A ghost! A man in white chino pants and a new red Hecadock Junior College sweatshirt yelled instructions to students on the tennis court. He was about forty, six-foot-two, powerful build, blond hair, crewcut.
Dad! It’s Dad! Where in hell did he–
Tim shut his mouth. Get a grip, idiot, that face is from the picture on the mantel, Mom’s wedding picture in 1950! A look-alike.
He took a seat in the
After I’d divorced my wife of 10 years, I moved into a condo while she and the kids lived in the house. We’d parted amicably, but I was still pretty hurt by the whole process and the things that we’d said in court. Luckily, she wasn’t able to take me all the way to the cleaners, so I was fairly well off even with the alimony and child support I had to pay.
My condo was nice, on the fifth floor. A two bedroom with a little balcony that overlooks the river. I’d
Just arriving home at 4 in the morning, a salty yet intoxicating taste lingering in my mouth, I felt I should put my thoughts down before retiring. After all, I had just sucked a cock for the first time, and it was a wonderful experience I had waited oh, too long to try. I now knew it wouldn’t be my last, so I decided that, at least for my own sake, I should describe the feelings so I could relive them again and again.
I am an average white male, so I thought, who has been out of the loop
While in the Navy and stationed overseas, I tried out for the Navy Bowling Team, which travelled all over Europe every spring and summer. They would fly on Mondays, practice Tuesdays through Fridays, compete on Saturdays, relax on Sundays, and fly to the next meet on Monday. I made the team and we practice 4 days a week during the winter.
Since I was an E4 with wife working at the Childcare facility part-time, I chose to stay in the barracks as we traveled, saving the per diem we were paid,
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