These are meant to be the chronicles of how I came to learn I was a faggot. This is loosely based on some true experiences, with creative embellishment to replace things I don't exactly remember or to enhance the story. As I continue to write, I have let my sexual energy take it in directions that veer from what really happened in some ways. I hope you enjoy.
As we sat on his couch nude, I found out Billy was a 66 y/o widower going on 22 years. He was indeed 6'4", 196 lbs, 9" cock with large pendulous balls that he referred to as a cum factory that shot blanks.
These are meant to be the chronicles of how I came to learn I was a faggot. This is loosely based on some true experiences, with creative embellishment to replace things I don't exactly remember or to enhance the story. As I continue to write, I have let my sexual energy take it in directions that veer from what really happened in some ways. I hope you enjoy.
I woke up particularly horny on Friday, I decided to go to one of my favorite boat launches. Before getting dressed I went to the toy chest in my bedroom choosing the wireless vibrating buttplug. Lubing it with the silicone lube it finally went in on the fourth or fifth attempt making me gasp as my anal lips were stretched. Grabbed the remote and put it in the pocket.
Stirring awake, JJ reached under the sheet rubbing Alex on his chest and abs, his hand going to his groin feeling his morning wood. “Good morning, husband” JJ said rolling on top of Alex pressing his own erection into Alex giving him a deep wet kiss. “That sounds so good to say I have a husband.
These are meant to be the chronicles of how I came to learn I was a faggot. This is loosely based on some true experiences, with creative embellishment to replace things I don't exactly remember or to enhance the story. As I continue to write, I have let my sexual energy take it in directions that veer from what really happened in some ways. I hope you enjoy.
These are meant to be the chronicles of how I came to learn I was a faggot. This is loosely based on true experiences, with creative embellishment to replace things I don't exactly remember or to enhance the story. As I continue to write, I have let my sexual energy take it in directions that veer from what really happened in some ways. I hope you enjoy.
These are meant to be the chronicles of how I came to learn I was a faggot. This is loosely based on true experiences, with creative embellishment to replace things I don't exactly remember or to enhance the story. As I continue to write, I have let my sexual energy take it in directions that veer from what really happened in some ways. I hope you enjoy.
When your swim coach is blessed with a hot piece of ass, the only choice is to fuck them into submission. That's what Dante knew the moment he met Jack.
Rudy and "the cracker" solidify their new dynamic. Mr Q imparts some personal history as well as some useful information, but he seems conflicted about something . . . or is he? Our narrator gets a blowjob, a name, and one helluva surprise.
Denis is again flogged by Master James and is taken home for a weekend of sexual domination. Over the next few weekends he commits himself to be Master James's slave, and he feels complete.
Denis shows up for a session at the home of the two tops who used him at the sauna. He gets his first-ever flogging by their mate Master James, and the three tops take turns to give Denis's mouth and backside plenty of exercise.
Two straight high school graduates go on a Eurotrip. Their friendship is truly tested when one of them has his bladder full in the middle of an autobahn and needs an urgent release.
Fit and over-50, Aussie Denis goes to a gay resort in tropical North Queensland to escape the winter chill. He gets plenty of sunshine as planned, but gets even more heat from three sexy mature men.