As a seventeen-year-old jock, I had male hormones that were always out of control. I quickly learned the art of self-pleasuring since it seemed every high school girl I tried to date, would not let me get past second base. Then, Pam Burton came along. Pam was twice my age, plus a few, but that didn’t stop either of us from striking up a serious relationship that started out by pure happenstance. Pam’s son was on the same...

From the first time he heard the lusty trombone glissando that started the song, before he knew it was called “The Stripper”, before he understood what burlesque was, before he could imagine how entwined music was with emotion and eroticism, it roused something in his gut—and maybe a little lower. When he got the chance to select an instrument to learn and play in the school band, he chose the saxophone because of those h...

Grace and I sat on her couch, drinking tea, which was a new experience for me. I wasn't sure if I should put my pinkie in the air or not, but I was at least smart enough to hold my cup by the handle. I was getting the feeling that Grace was expecting something, but she was an extremely difficult woman to read. I finally decided to take a step forward, but a small one. Grace had just put her cup down and put her hands in h...

I was chatting to someone the other day sharing experiences of losing our virginities. It was obvious, after a little while though, that we were talking about two different things. He was describing the first time he fucked someone whereas I, as a gay bottom, was describing the first time I had anal sex! In describing my experiences, I skipped the very first time it happened to me. Yes, I was curious and allowed it to hap...

Tony should have been on seventh heaven after that experience. But one thing nagged at him. “Why... why did you kiss my feet?” “I am parachi, you are karaiyar. For centuries my people have prostrated themselves before you.” “No! I don’t believe in the caste system. We are equals.” “I was only teasing,” She grinned. “Your parents were telling me how the community here thinks of caste. I did not tell them, but actually they...

It was late July of 1977. Kelly and I were seventeen and had one more year of high school to go. My family were campers and my folks were okay with me inviting Kelly for our weekend at a state campground. Kelly and I drove separate from my folks and my sisters. We were camping with a couple of other families. One was my aunt, uncle, and their sons and the other were long-time family friends with their three kids. Rachel w...

Manjula was so unaccountably cheerful at breakfast the next morning that Tony’s mother looked at her suspiciously. Tony feared he would get questions he didn’t want to answer, but Manjula smoothly diverted her by asking if she could take some Sri Lankan food back to campus. His mother considerately gave her coolers full of it. Sitting on the bus home, Tony felt a deep sense of contentment. He had a loving, beautiful girlf...

The next day, when calling his parents, Tony decided to try talking in Tamil. “This weekend I am bringing someone home.” His mother was astonished. “What? You are speaking Tamil?” “Yes, I am speaking Tamil.” “How did you learn it? Who is coming?” “Her name is Manjula. She comes from Sri Lanka.” At hearing a female name his mother excitedly burst into rapid Tamil far too fast for him to follow. “Slower? Slower... yes, she...

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see Rose again.  I’d met her off an online dating site and even after we had the most timid of sexual encounters, she still declined to give me her number.  In the afterglow, we talked about getting together again.  Even the suggestion of anal sex as an alternative to stripping Rose of her virginity wasn’t completely rejected.  Rose’s biggest concern remained her uninformed belief that sperm coul...

I had a semi-regular client named Jonathan. He was in his early fifties, and kept himself fit and smelling pretty good (those things matter, trust me). His wishes were pretty vanilla – i.e., he’d hire me for a couple of hours and we would have pretty basic sex, running through most of the common positions and things that a man and woman can do to and for each other. He always enjoyed himself enormously and I liked him a l...

After my little encounter with her in my classroom, Jenna became very friendly, maybe too friendly. She would constantly show up in my room and she was always wearing a big smile. The fact that we shared the same planning period made it easier for us to have “special” time. I was concerned that she was catching feelings, so I tried to put some distance between us, but this was to no avail. I remembered Jenna as a student,...