A few years ago I was a member of Her Majesty’s forces. One of the ‘elite’. In other words, a paratrooper in the British Army. Looking back it’s hard to say why I joined. I wasn’t the typical ‘para’ type. I was 5’10”, which was okay, but I was also very slim, almost skinny in fact. Not the usual build for your “ruffy tuffy para” as we laughingly called ourselves. What I had in abundance though was determination, fitness and brains. By the end of basic training (Called ‘p’ company) I was elected champion recruit by the senior officers. This meant I got a little bronze statue of a Para in full kit and had my name engraved on an artillery shell that was displayed in the barracks. Again, looking back, it all seems a bit surreal but at the time I was really proud. ... Read More»

A story about an unusual young man in a strange situation. ... Waiting... I'm waiting in my bed, which is the same bed I've slept in for the majority of my 19 years. The only light in the room comes from the tiny air freshener/night light over by the door, and from whatever the moon provides through the slightly open curtains. It's almost 11, and I have a class tomorrow morning at nine, not that it really matters, because when he wants it, he gets it. I have a hunch that he wants it tonight, which is why I'm ready for him. The "he" I refer to is Chopper, and he's an enormous man who got his nickname because of his mechanical talents with motorcycles, as well as with muscle cars. He's a guy pushing 50 who's about 6'3" and over 200 pounds, with a ... Read More»

My name is Cassidy and I live in a small town near Indianapolis. It’s really late and I just got home. I have to be up in 5 hours for work. I fucked a guy tonight that’s staying at the Omni hotel downtown. His name is Alan and he's from Houston. I called him Tex all night. Tex wasn’t the best fuck I’ve had this month, but he's in the top 10. I’m getting my revenge against my husband Jack. I recently caught Jack giving another man a blow job. I've had my suspicions about Jack for years and I finally caught him red handed sucking a guy off in his truck. I've begged Jack to just be honest with me and put all his cards on the table so we can decide where our relationship is at. But Jack can't seem to tell the truth. He is still in denial, telling me it ... Read More»

This story is entirely fictional and a personal fantasy of mine dealing with the huge range of toys available today. Enjoy!! But always be wary of sharing toys with strangers. Part 1- The Stranger I sighed with relief another work week over, I grabbed my jacket and draped it over my arm. Said goodnight to my secretary and made my way out to the elevator. The doors slid open to reveal the most wildest of my fantasies brought to life. He stood well over six feet tall and my eyes were drawn up to that impressive height but it was he dark smouldering eyes that were drinking me in that told me he was impressed with what he was seeing as well. “Going down?” he smirked and a small dimple appeared on one cheek making my already weak knees tremble. “Sure, ... Read More»

This story is entirely fictional and a personal fantasy of mine dealing with the huge range of toys available today. Enjoy!! But always be wary of sharing toys with strangers. Part 3- Dildos, Beads and Fists The party was in full swing in more ways than one; I had just received my first arse pumping by multiple guys who were being serviced by fuck machines that were pumping them full of latex at he same time. Now I had spied a huddle of men in the corner and was curious. As I closed the gap I could see that my new friend Mike was in the centre of the group; lying backward on a bench his legs kept up and apart by a set of stirrups straight out of a Maternity Ward. I watched in amazement as a huge dildo was pushed deep into his hole; his body gleaming with ... Read More»

Note : This story is completely fictional! I had just finished with a shower and the doorbell rings. I throw a towel around my waist and go to the door. I crack the door to look outside. There are two men there in coveralls with tool boxes and hard hats. The older of the two looks to be about 50 kind of stocky. The younger man looks as if he in his mid to late 40Тs. The older of the two says УWeТre from the gas company. ThereТs been a gas leak in the area and were checking all the houses around here to see if there are any more leaks.Ф I open the door and step back to let them in. They both step inside and set down their tool boxes. Уnice house.Ф Says the older one as he starts looking around. УDo you live alone?Ф I tell him yes as I notice the younger of the ... Read More»

Finally he awoke. Still feeling dizzy from the effects of the chloroform, Mike observed his surroundings. The cage - which stood in a windowless bunker or basement room - measured only about four or five square meters. Inspector Scott was sitting next to him, one arm around Mike, giving him a worried look. "Mike, lad! I'm here! Are you all right?" "What...? Oh... yes, Inspector. What the...! Where are we?" "I'll tell you where you are", an unfamiliar voice boomed. In the semidark room, lit only by the dim bulb of a table-lamp in the corner, Mike finally saw the man standing in front of the cage. He was a slightly heavyset Caucasian male in his late thirties, dressed unpretentiously in jeans and a T-shirt. In his right hand he held a caliber .44 Magnum ... Read More»

Although several bisexual experiences in my late teens and early twenties opened me up to a new side of my own sexuality, it wasn't until my late twenties that I embraced my own personal sexual revolution. I absolutely love women, but my experiences with men made me rethink who I was sexually. That's not to mean I thought I was gay, but rather that a deeper, sexier side of myself was rising to the surface, and wanted to emerge. Among the tastes and preferences I began to explore lay nudism and exhibitionism. After landing my dream career, I was able to afford new hobbies and a different lifestyle. I moved into my first house, and with it came access to a local nude beach. The idea fascinated and excited me, although I did feel the pangs of unease. By no means ... Read More»

"Hey Rob, wanna come with me to the gym tonight?" Leo's question in the phone surprised me a bit, but on the other hand, I had nothing better to do. "Sure, why not," I replied. "I'll just grab my things and meet you there." Twenty minutes later we stood in the locker room. Leo was already in his workout outfit - loose black pants, a tight white sleeveless shirt and fancy indoor sneakers - when I walked into the room. I told him to go ahead to start the warm-up, but he insisted on waiting for me. No problem, I got changed rather quickly, and we headed to the athletic facilities. "So, how's it going with you and Alex?" Leo asked me as we were jogging on treadmills. "Ah well," I started, feeling a bit embarrassed. Alex was a girl I had been dating for ... Read More»

I was supposed to meet my mate, Craig, but he had to cry off at the last minute, so I was on my own when I hit the town. It was ok, but I didn't meet anyone I knew for once -- always the way, I suppose; if I'd had a bird and been trying to avoid everyone I'd have met them all. Anyway, I almost didn't go to a club, but I was bored, and didn't fancy an early night, so I dived into one I'd not been in for a while. It was pretty busy, but not really my kind of crowd; everyone seemed to be too hooked up; too in a group or too not my type. I was hanging around the bar, waiting to see if I could catch the eye of any girls, when this... bloke, is the only way I can describe him, spoke to me. He was a bit taller than me, maybe 5'11"; a bit heavier and older, ... Read More»

*** Part 2 “Hi,” I said. “Hey.” He sounded nervous but the masculine swagger was still there. He didn't have to say or do much for me to sense it – he oozed of it – but he was uneasy and I knew almost immediately that he was looking for me to take the lead. I tried my best to break the ice. “Not into the ladies, huh?” He grinned. No response. When my attempt at idle conversation proved unfruitful, I dove right in and spoke my mind. “That’s a hot ass you got there... Would love to get my tongue up in between your crack.” That seemed to get him going. I was boiling over with lust. It was in my stare, in every breath I took and every word I uttered. “I've got about twenty minutes,” he said. “Those guys went into a bar and thought I was with ... Read More»

I am a skank. A dirty little slut boy, who will do anything to suck cock. any type of cock,big cock, small cock, asian, black, hispanic, white, any balls too, big balls, fat balls, saggy ones, anything. I like to be used by a guy, i like to suck his dick, and have him ignorantly dump his incessant load on my cheeks and nose and lips, so i know exactly what i made him do. I have black hair, gray eyes, tan skin, and im attractive, and slightly tall, and average, with strong hands to pump the biggest cock, and a long tounge to lick any perimiter of the male organ. My friend Ash is a dirty pig, always thinking about sex, oral, anal, anything, so its no suprise that when i went to his house, i ended up working magic on him. blonde, tall, in the gangsta scene ... Read More»

Danny was killing time at the one and only shopping mall in his little town, as he did most Saturdays afternoons, when he noticed the blonde muffin. He felt the familiar ache in his groin, in his heart and in his brain as his eyes drank in the stranger's beauty. This guy was born to induce lust; he was the kind of man that always got Danny's pulse racing: big-boned, blonde and beefy with down-home looks on an open, honest face. And those lips. Oh those lips! So full, so shapely and so cherry red. Danny envied the girl who kissed those lips and got to see this hot stud strip off his snug, faded denims at the end of the day. As the blonde guy passed by Danny stared after his full, firm shapely butt trussed up in those snug jeans of his. How he would loved to ... Read More»

The humour was infectious. Not that it was a funny book, just that the way the story was told tickled Grant just right. And he was, he realized belatedly, stroking himself off as he imagined fucking the book's hero, Robert. It was the tenth Robert book and also the latest one, fresh off the press. Grant had only discovered them 18 months before so the time between had been fairly well occupied by the ten novels. Robert was a slightly offbeat cop who always arrived at the wrong time. And if the case got solved it was because he got caught in the middle of some siege or chase or whatever where the bad guy confessed to him at the end. But Robert also worked out seriously and was a bit of an amateur power-lifter who also sang in the local Methodist church ... Read More»

Our three kids are spending a lot of time with their aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents these days. One person they're NOT spending much time with is their daddy. Kent lost his job a few months ago. OK, so maybe that wasn't his fault because the company folded. But his last day at the old job was his last day of work in general. Now he sleeps late, watches a lot of tv and spends hours hanging out in internet chat rooms. He imagines himself to be an online stock broker and has managed to lose most of our savings in bad trades. You'd think since he was home all the time now, he would've helped out more with the house work or the kids. Yeah, right . . . In fact, ever since he started being home all day, the only thing he did was make a lot more mess for me ... Read More»