We hadn’t talked in a couple days and even though we were just meeting for a drink I was a bit nervous. We’d met on alt life a dating site geared towards BDSM and found that we shared many of the same fetishes. A few emails quickly turned into many and it seemed like an alright time to get together face to face.
Feeling my phone buzz I looked down and saw the text. I made my way to a small booth in the back of the bar and found her waiting.
She looked so unassuming, innocent, and
I had known Casey since freshman year of high school. Damn, that was ten years ago now. We had always been the best of friends, from that day in English class when we both got in trouble for reading while the teacher was droning on. We were the nerdy rebels. Everything about her was special, to me at least.
She had been there for me for so many things. My first girlfriend, first breakup, my parent’s divorce, and all the good times too. I’d been there for her after the guys she slept
Fear grips the common man to “measure up” to the expectation of his potential mate. You cannot turn on the television, without seeing the commercial where the couple grins as if they have had one botox treatment too many all because of a miracle “size” drug. It is disappointing to be told by your lover that you are too small, but what if you are too big. Being hung like the proverbial bear is something the majority of the male population doesn’t have to worry
I always have trouble sleeping in a hotel, especially the first night, so it is no surprise I am wide awake at midnight. I pour another glass of wine and open my laptop. I start searching for some gay porn so I can get off. Alcohol and orgasm are my go-to cure for insomnia. The hard part, aside from my cock, is finding a video that shows “real” guys. Shaved, oiled twinks don’t really do it for me. Well. A shaved, oiled twink in the flesh might but I’ve never met one in
Thursday August 14th started like any other day. My morning commute to work was uneventful, and the day itself was slow. My job as a financial analyst in mid-town Manhattan keeps me pretty busy, arriving early and usually leaving late. Most days I do not get to leave until 7:00 pm or so, but this day turned out differently.
At 4:10 PM on this hot and sunny Thursday all the lights went out, not just in my building, or the area, but most of the northeastern United States. I was frightened at
Ever had a co-worker you wanted to fuck so badly it almost hurt? I think that’s fairly common, especially for men of my age and experience. But to have that coworker admit they feel the same makes it much more interesting. Add to that a 20plus age gap and endless creativity, and going to work can be almost dangerous.
A few months before I turned 50, I confronted a coworker about her ogling my crotch. I don’t know if she was aware of how often she did it. She said she wasn’t,
I’ve woken up in the morning with a raging hard-on and remembering vaguely some fantasy dreams I had over night involving some lesbian orgies. I looked at the time and it was hardly 6 am! Wish I could go back to sleep but my erect cock wouldn’t let me — I needed to give it a bit of attention. Hmmm…. mom wouldn’t be up before 8 or 9am and having just fucked her brains out the day before I thought it would be a bit cruel to wake her up just yet. Fair enough then,
Meeting Tyler for the first time was exciting since I’d heard sooooo much about him. Tyler was my boyfriend’s ‘cool’ friend back when he was younger. Tyler could always get James into bars and clubs when he was underage. James told me endless stories about the HOT girls Tyler dated and apparently shared with James occasionally.
James had smoked his ‘1st’ joint with Tyler, had gotten drunk for the ‘1st’ time with Tyler, and of course he’d had
Meeting Tyler for the first time was exciting since I’d heard sooooo much about him. Tyler was my boyfriend’s ‘cool’ friend back when he was younger. Tyler could always get James into bars and clubs when he was underage. James told me endless stories about the HOT girls Tyler dated and apparently shared with James occasionally.
James had smoked his ‘1st’ joint with Tyler, had gotten drunk for the ‘1st’ time with Tyler, and of course he’d had
I was about 22 and a relationship with a girl had just broke before summer. So I spent a week alone in Ibiza. My hotel was near the capital of the island and Ibiza is quite well known in Europe for wild parties and hot clubs and discos. At the beginning I was not in the mood for going to that kind of crowded clubs and rather read a book in my hotel after having some dinner.
It was only two nights before my holiday was over again, that I was fed up with being alone and decided to at least try
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