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My first visit to Thailand happened when I was in my late twenties. Drawn to the perfect, magical, beaches, it's beautiful jungles and it's serene, surrounding islands. I felt it's pull on me, calling me, beckoning me to visit her. It's biggest draw, the one that most grabbed me and would not let go, where the stories and sights of "Ladyboy's." Impossibly attractive, their allure seemed overpowering. The most beautiful women in the world, slim, shapely, impossible sexy, only they weren't. They had something more, somehow I found it all, them, impossible to resist. It was their call that I cou… Läs mer

It was a dream vacation. Older now, we had talked about going of and on, but the time never seemed right. Now, finally, we were on our way. Having been married for years, we still enjoyed each other, but also knew the value of a little time alone. That is were this incredible story begins... The Italian coast; sea, sun, surf and the salty air, it aways seems to heighten people's sexual desire, mine included. Before our trip, friends and internet advice sources told us to be open to new things and new people. To "make friends" with locals and do things the "local" way. Right away, we met a co… Läs mer

*By request... I had been curious to go. It was a small, second store, but they specialized in leather goods. I heard women's, leather goods. Not purses, but wearable leather. Dresses, skirts and jackets, for those that love the feel of it against their skin, it was a gold mine. I knew that the area was friendly to all, but still I was nervous. I did not look trans and was concerned how I would be treated. Their had been other times when I had been looking elsewhere and recieved some odd and uncomfortable looks and snickers. I had said I was shopping for a girlfriend, but I still was made t… Läs mer

It was just a glance, a brief locking of eyes, but his gaze lingered. It was almost summer and as we all gathered for a group photo, I noticed him next to me. As the photographer said for all of us to move in closer together, he stepped in front of me. With everyone side stepping and adjusting, he moved back towards me. I was certain when he pushed back, putting his ass agaisnt my crotch, that it was innocent and meant nothing. I ignored it and stepped back as much as I could, but he moved back also. Again, I felt him up against me, moving back and forth. My mind raced, but it had to be my ima… Läs mer

"You are making me gay," the exact words I said to him, all those years ago. Of course, I wasn't sure that such a thing could actually happen. It was just the excitement of it all, the new found pleasure and urges. Everything is new when you are young, the sensations, they are raw and unfiltered. It was a seduction, I guess. Yet, his touch was unlike any other. So charged with electricity, making my whole body tingle and my head fizz and pop. It started innocent, at least on my part. He was much older, but I don't think that matters. By the time he touched my leg, I was a quivering mass of y… Läs mer

We were so young when we discovered sex. Taking turns, behind a closed door, exploring and touching each other. Putting our mouths on each other. It was clear to me, even then, what I found the most exciting and what I desired the most. My friends were brother and sister. She liked me, more than as just a friend as they say, and I liked her. Somehow, taking turns with each sibling, one at a time just kind of happened. Out of naive, young curiousity, we explored and felt new and wonderful pleasures. She was so cute and I was attracted to her. I was also already so aroused by cock, however, ha… Läs mer

It had been a while since I dressed up and even longer since I experienced the pleasure of cock. After those amazing encounters during my first year of high school, I never had the nerve to show a guy that side of me. Although, I deeply wanted too. I remember several attempts and specific one in particular. I had created a scenario in my head, made out of shear lust and cravings. Still early in my high school years, I had an idea out of desparation. I imagined a scene where a friend would walk in on me masturbating. I imagined that it might, that it would lead to some sort of sexual experience… Läs mer

*Inspired by Monica and Vanessa I think I was in the second, maybe third grade that first time. I had an older sister very much into fashion, make up and designing. Her room always had a scent of perfume and was filled with all sorts of girly clothes and accessories. I don't know why, but I remember always being drawn to it. Wanting to go in and look around and touch things. I wondered what they felt like. Girls were so pretty, so feminine and always looked so cute. I wanted to feel that way, too. It was just curiousity. I remember being excited and searching through her dresser looking for… Läs mer

I thought I would be more nervous, that first time. I had never been with a guy before. Well, not in an "all in" way like this, anyways. Although, I had certainly thought about it enough. I thought it might be odd, strange. I thought I'd be racked with nerves, but it turned out to be the most natural and wonderful thing. It is a transforming experience for an older man to eat cum for the first time. Men of a certain age, being brought up in a world that simply would not accept such actions and lusts, were made to feel that they must resist such things. Being homophobic was the order of the d… Läs mer

I knew that it would not makes sense to most, even to those that knew and understood the attraction between two males. This was May - December, this was young and youthful with old and senior. Nevertheless, our relationship was natural, organic and grew. I only knew what I liked and what I wanted. Even at that age, that was all that mattered. Being young and having discovered how amazing sex with men could be, I was in a kind of sexual frenzy, young, insatiable. So new and exciting and men were passionate and horny. My first put is tongue in my mouth and kissed his way down my body. I trembled… Läs mer

I was older when I discovered that I enjoyed having sex with and making love to other men. To be more accurate, my attraction grew over time, slowly gradually, getting ever stronger. However, I would not give into those urges until I was older. There is a special feeling, it is full of different emotions. Only men know that craving and only other men can satisfy it. It is a craving that I began to feel powerless against. Oh, I would imagine, how it must feel to have a passionate man, nude and pressed against me. I discovered that looks, age and race didn't matter. Size didn't matter. As much a… Läs mer

I was young when I discovered the joy of kissing men. Of course, being nude with them and giving into our desires together was incredible also. However, kissing, was so very intimate and just the most amazing turn on. Taboo, I knew I shouldn't do it and want it, but I did. It started as a curious desire, but the way it made me feel was addictive. It made me so hard and filled me with such lust. Those encounters always ended in the most pleasurable and powerful orgasms. The men I met either wanted me to pleasure them, them to pleasure me, but usually to pleasure each other. Just softly pressi… Läs mer

It was not at all what I expected or even with whom I imagined it might be with. I had thought about being with a guy for years, but I was nervous and for various reasons it had never happened. Funny how things sometimes work out. He was thin and much shorter than I am. Curly hair and pale, so different than me, but they say opposites attract. I think I knew as soon as I saw him. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, but I felt a rush and tingle come over me. There was just something about him and to my surprise, he asked if I wanted to go to his place and I agreed. I was curious, I was arou… Läs mer

I was at my most desparate. A state I am sure many others have experienced, too. A sexual lust that would not stop. An urge that could not be contained and it drives someone to do things they usually would not do. A desire so strong that makes someone do things and go places they usually wouldn't, leaving them sometimes feeling shameful afterwards. Yet, all too soon those cravings always return. Long, horny nights spent thinking about and craving it. Laying nude on my bed. My hands running over my body. A life spent playing sports, training and working out had given me a lean, muscular frame… Läs mer

I was still in High School, it happened at a fitness center down the street from my house. I had only gone into the locker room to use the rest room when I saw him. I didn't even mean too, but I couldn't help it. My eyes were drawn to his cock as he walked by. I caught myself and looked up only to make eye contact. I quickly looked away, but not before I saw that he had winked at me. I could feel my face getting warm, I was flushed. All I could think was that I hoped he didn't notice as I walked past. As a black man would tell me years later, they can always tell when a white boy wants to suck… Läs mer

I heard about it. It appealed to my deepest, darkest urges. It had long been a fantasy and had long filled my horny thoughts. But, I couldn't, I shouldn't give in to such shameful desires. I had heard about a gloryhole. A gloryhole frequently used by black males, looking to get off and those that wanted to suck cock. Thinking about it made my cock stir. It made me want to watch BBC porn. Those big, sexy cocks getting sucked. Horny, eager mouths accepting their cum. Oh, how I wanted to experience it. Nights thinking about it craving it, shouldn't I experience it? To experience the thrill of lic… Läs mer

Seeing him again sent all those emotions and feelings flooding back. It was only a one time encounter, (well, actually two) but it was unexpected and powerful. An out of town work function, then the mixer in the bar. Finding myself in his room, the full effect of all those drinks took hold. Just laying on his hotel bed, not sure what or if anything would happen. Subconsciously, perhaps, wishing it would. "I'm going to bed," he said. Maybe as a way to disguise him undressing and getting under the bed covers. I did the same. Intoxicated, yet all my senses seemed so heightened. My cock stirred,… Läs mer

I was young and he was much older and I remember it so clearly. It was my first encounter with another male. It was a massage. It was Earth shattering. I didn't ever think that someday my role would be reversed. That someday I would be the older one introducing a younger man to the sensual joys of massage. Male on male massage. More intense, more pleasurable, more arousing than any other. I was face down on the massage table. My every nerve was raw and on the surface. My senses seemed heightened. I was curious, but both afraid that something would happened and afraid that it wouldn't. His tou… Läs mer

"Have you ever tasted cum before?" Even though it was just messaging, I still felt nervous and odd in answering. Maybe because his question just seemed so bold, but why shouldn't he be. This was a gay chat room. "Yes" I wrote back. Strange how sexy and liberating saying it made me feel. I remember it, feeling the rush, hearing him groan in pleasure. I had no idea how addictive all of it could be. Reliving those first experiences, they are still amazing. The thrill of two boys exploring one another. Then the excitement of a boy experiencing those thrills and pleasures with an older man. "Tell… Läs mer

Every young guy, whether straight, bi or gay, knows the unrelenting sexual urge. The desires to be pleasured, or even to do the pleasuring. The was no doubt why I was there. I needed release, so vey badly. He was older and I had heard of the special "massages" that he offered. So nervous, but so curious, I went to see him. Through the beads that draped down from the top of the doorway, I could see the massage table and candles burning. The air smelled of incense. The lamps were coverd and dimmed from the fabric. The perfect setting for an intimate encounter. It set the mood, erotic and sensu… Läs mer