บททั้งหมดของ Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: บทที่ 511 - บทที่ 520

I am a divorced man in my late 50s and very, very confused about my sexuality. I have been married and divorced three times, and my sex life in all of the marriages was not exciting but was primarily used for procreation. I don't know—perhaps I subconsciously looked for women with a low libido so I wouldn't have to perform too often. In all three cases, the sexual interests of my wives dropped to almost nil after a year or so, and we tottered on in matrimony for several more years until calling it quits. In each case, fighting against some inner demons, I sought another partner within a couple of years and repeated the process all over again.Something very deep inside me was nagging at me, but I fought it tooth and nail since I was a teenager. I was always small for my age and somewhat effeminate in both looks and demeanor and, as such, suffered as the butt of jokes and teasing from both boys and girls. Because I was so shy and didn't show any interest in girls (I was too petrified

.    Before Sam had even stopped his SUV in a cloud of dust, I grabbed the grocery bags from my trunk and ran to unlock the door.    I ran into the rustic interior and threw the perishables and drinks I had bought into the running fridge.    I turned just as Sam came dashing in behind me with his bags.    “Get your stuff into the fridge only as needed! Hurry up! I can’t wait much longer!” I cried as I started to undress myself.    “Slow down,” he laughed.    “This first time is going to be slow and easy, and I want to make it last for both of us.”   

When I was in college, at a large state university in the South, I haunted the johns looking to service other students. In those days, when gay liberation had not arrived in the South, most of the homosexual activity at the college involved sucking off straight guys in the johns. But there was also some activity in the then rather small town, which boasted a cruising area around the train station. It was there that I encountered "Golden Boy," a young man of exceptional beauty. During the week, I sucked cock on campus, but during the weekends, I would often go into town and cruise the area near the old state capitol building, where there were two bus stations and a train station, all of which had cruisy johns, as did a couple of hotels located in the area. One street was particularly notorious as a place to make assignations. Guys looking for cocksuckers would either drive their cars slowly down the street, or would park and wait for cocksuck

Nothing really changed between us after I came out, except that for the rest of freshman year, about once a week I would offer him a blowjob.When he kept saying no, I started only offering when I was drunk.I would have stopped altogether, but he honestly seemed to get a kick out of it every time I asked.In a way, I was just feeding his ego and reminding him that he was an adonis, even if some sorority bimbo had turned him down that night at a party.Sophomore year we got an apartment together off campus, and my attempts to give him pleasure didn't stop.Every time I drunkenly offered to blow him, he would just say "no" and laugh it off.But he changed a bit, and started to tease me more and more.He had his own room now, and he would regularly jerk off without headphones with his door open.I couldn't help but stop and stare when I saw it.But if I looked for too long he would close the door or turn away from me.When he had a good morning wood going, he would often wiggle it at me

Diary Of A Cheating Housewife (2)Olivia froze at first as she tried to make out who it was. Then she realised it was Leon. She never really had any interaction with him, but she recognised him. Is he watching me sunbathe? Olivia thought. Her first reaction was to be offended and a little irritated, but then she relaxed. Hey, someone his age finds me hot, I’ll take that as a compliment, she thought to herself. Whether it was the alcohol or her own decision she didn’t know, but Olivia smiled at him and then poured herself a glass of wine before going back to sunbathing. She would glance over every now and again, and Leon was always there, staring at her half-naked body. As time went on and she grew more wine-drunk, Olivia found herself liking his stares. It made her feel sexy and young again. Paul made her feel like th