About a month after my first encounter with a man I decided to try my luck again. This was way back in 1966 when the gay movement was unheard of and in fact I never knew another guy in my entire school time that admitted to being with a man. Being called a cock sucker was about the worst thing you could be called. In spite of this when I had become aware of...
My wife, Jan, laughed and shook her head. She was reading an article in a magazine she had. I asked her what was so funny. She told me all about the story. It was about the dogging craze that was erupting all over Europe, especially in the Netherlands and England. I looked over he shoulder and read a few excerpts. It was not graphic language naturally but th...
The following story is about a man coming to terms with his sexual orientation as well as his feelings for his best friend, be warned though, there is no sex in this chapter, but may occur in the next one. Characters are 18+, and any similarity to other characters or people are coincidental and not intended. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments,...
It was a bright summer morning, no doubt. I left office at about 9.30 after the early morning staff meeting to see a client at MIDC Andheri. The client was a corporate giant in steel pipes industry. My boss Shailesh Kamdar, who was just four years older to me but had become the bank's Country Chief, made it abundantly clear that the targets for this quarter...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. I never used to believe that saying about bad things coming in threes. But when I lost my wife and my job in the same week, I began to wonder what was going to hit me next. There's nothing like hindsight. Often after the fact you can look back and tell yourself you should have seen it coming. But I was honestl...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Over the coming days, I realised I was noticing other men's backsides in the same way that I would have previously noticed women's breasts. They were no longer just innocuous mounds of flesh which they sat on, and did other less palatable things with; they were suddenly extremely captivating...
[This is the story of an encounter in a public toilet with three possible endings. Endings two and three to be posted soon.] Chapter 01: Looking I was at one of the London's main train stations early on a Sunday morning on my way to work. I needed to piss. The public toilets were down some steps under the main concourse. The entrance led into a large area...
I am on my knees. Hands behind my back. Restrained. Eyes fixed on Master's strong, supple, smooth body. He is muscular, but not muscle-bound. Wrapping strong arms around my neck, he pulls me forward and enjoys the struggles of my tongue against his flesh. Suck nips. Kiss his narrow waist. Lick his firm inner thigh. The dick bulging out of his black jockstrap...
"You didn't lie, Denver. That's a nice bitch." I want to run, to get away from this house and especially this man sitting on the couch a few feet away. Mr. Denver, my owner, holds my leash tightly. I'm on my hands and knees, my back arched, and my mouth open with my tongue protruding. This disgraceful position is how my master told me to greet his guest....
It was so good to see Robby again. He'd been to Australia to visit his sister who immigrated to Adelaide two years back. I had missed him terribly and our 'cosy' times we shared together. He said he had missed that too. "Have you been good for me?" I asked. "Look Alex, I told you before, you are the only one - and anyway those Australian guys didn't attra...