Dad went on his way back to town, no doubt sated after our sexcapade that evening at the adult theater to celebrate my return from college. He had given two loads while taking four or five through a glory hole. I had taken three and shot two. Now home I followed my mom into the kitchen and there behind a wine bottle and a glass sat the last female in the world that I wanted to see at the time. It was Donna Jean from next...

FATHER SON BANQUET: Dessert Dad went on his way back to town, no doubt sated after our sexcapade that evening at the adult theater. He had given two loads while taking four or five through a glory hole. I had taken three and shot two. Now home I followed my mom into the kitchen and there behind a wine bottle and a glass sat the last female in the world that I wanted to see at the time. It was Donna Jean from next door my...

While wiping off after boning that hot guy down the aisle, I began to feel my senses returning. I again saw guys go in and out from an exit door at the head of the theater. Nothing really registered until dad said to me, “That was just an appetizer. Let’s go have some real fun.” My father and I had just completed a scene with a guy down the aisle from us at an adult theater that has gone on to become Chicago’s preeminent...

FATHER & SON BANQUET: The Appetizer It all started when I caught him in the basement beating off to the men in a magazine and he invited me to suck his wonderful un-circumcised cock. It was the exactly the same size as mine. In fact, playing with dad was perhaps the closest thing I have come to sucking my own cock only with a perfect foreskin that I loved pushing and pulling. It was incredible. Once my mom became convince...

FATHER & SON BANQUET: The Appetizer It all started when I caught him in the basement beating off to the men in a magazine and he invited me to suck his wonderful un-circumcised cock. It was the exactly the same size as mine. In fact, playing with dad was perhaps the closest thing I have come to sucking my own cock only with a perfect foreskin that I loved pushing and pulling. It was incredible. Once my mom became convince...

It all started when I caught him in the basement beating off to the men in a magazine and he invited me to suck his wonderful uncircumcised cock. It was the exactly the same size as mine. In fact, playing with dad was perhaps the closest thing I have come to sucking my own cock only with a perfect foreskin that I loved pushing and pulling. It was incredible. Once my mom became convinced that dad liked men more than her th...

  It all started when I caught him in the basement beating off to the men in a magazine and he invited me to suck his wonderful un-circumcised cock. It was the exactly the same size as mine. In fact, playing with dad was perhaps the closest thing I have come to sucking my own cock only with a perfect foreskin that I loved pushing and pulling. It was incredible. Once my mom became convinced that dad liked men more than her...

Up until I was forty years of age I was pretty much heterosexual because I was married and afraid to bring an STD home. As I am moving deeper into my middle years I am coming to the conclusion that I am more gay than straight. Not that I don’t love sex with women. I do. There is still nothing more welcome to me than a warm wet vagina. But male-female relationships are too complicated. Trust me, I have plenty of older wome...

Weezie, a comely city girl from Chicago was a very sexual creature. Her boyfriend Sal owned a large and successful adult business on Halsted Street in Chicago. A large part of his trade was exotic underwear and clothing for hookers, transvestites, and fetishists not just in Chicagoland but nationwide. They were en route to a lingerie trade show in Los Angeles and picked me up along Interstate 40 just west of Albuquerque....

What a place to be stuck! Under a sign that says Coors Road and practically dying of thirst. I was now two-thirds of the way across the United States but perhaps the most difficult portion of my cross-country hitchhiking adventure lay ahead. It is all deserts from there on the outskirts of Albuquerque to the Pacific coast, my ultimate destination. I had left from Maine four days earlier and was starting to tire of the roa...

“My name is Michael,” I responded as I struggled while getting myself back together. I instinctively extended my hand. He grasped it but his grip was hardly what you would expect from a cowboy. “Joe,” he said now going laconic on me, after being so expressive sexually a mere minute ago. He was obviously uncomfortable now that we both had nutted. His senses were returning and he was wondering what the rest of the trip to P...

It was a pretty warm day in southern Colorado as I was hoping to catch a ride to Pueblo where they held the National High School Rodeo championships each year but in order to get there I had to traverse about 75 miles of high desert. I was spending another summer at my grandparent’s ranch on the high plains of eastern Colorado. Helping them tend to their horses and cattle as well as riding fence was becoming hardship duty...

Actually, it didn’t take that long before I had my own in-the-flesh participatory sexual experience while hitchhiking. The recollection of the afternoon the prior summer in the back of that pickup was still fresh in my mind. And the look that young girl had as she jerked off the farmhand was forever emblazoned on my mind. On this particular June day I was hitching a ride back from a neighbor kid’s graduation at Bowdoin Co...

I knew Karen was serious about me fucking her down there in the dungeon. I also knew that she was serious about Carlos fucking me. Not only had Miss Karen turned out to be a dominatrix, she had a fully-equipped S&M playroom in her basement. First she greets me at the door festooned in leather and lace. Then she leads me downstairs where I end up suspended from the ceiling naked. Next, Carlos the cute little Latino bartend...

Sexhitching may not be a word but if not, it should be. It is what this series of stories will be all about. I came to adulthood in the 1970s. I hitchhiked because otherwise I was going nowhere. I lived in a small, isolated town in an isolated state. There was no public transportation. If you didn’t have a car you were pretty much stuck. Fortunately you did have an alternative so hitchhikers were a common site on the road...