* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has female-female and male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * Kyra and Elana looked at Peter and Mark in the mirror, then turned to each other and kissed. "The boys want a show." Kyra straightened up and put her hand on Elana's butt. "Is that okay with you?" Elana laughed, mov...
Back where I come from a misdemeanor can get you to jail if it's repeated for three times in a row. I was stupid enough to commit the same petty offence three times and I had to stay three months in prison. Those were the worst three months of my whole life... In the beginning I could not believe I had been imprisoned. What was I doing with all these crimin...
John was a distinguished looking man and ever so friendly. Young Peter was not exactly sure what he did in the hotel but he always seemed to be on his floor when Peter came out of his room or in the foyer when he returned to the hotel after work. John was such a big man, very handsome in a rugged sort of way and always took the opportunity to put his arm aro...
CHAPTER 1 Kyle Sinclair, the main character -- let us call him the hero -- of this story, is a Chicagoan; active, young, muscular, sexually superbly equipped and totally gay. Kyle comes from a working class family living in the western suburbs of the city and has never paid much attention to learning anything at school, which, when he was eighteen he left r...
Perhaps it's not surprising that my husband had lost his hard-on while he was watching my ex hungrily rimming my splayed hole. "Just gonna get him nice and slippy," Danny had said before plunging his face into my butt crack and giving me the most intense and satisfying rimjob I'd had in five years. As my old flame was slobbering and slurping away at my bac...
I'm leaning against the wall near the door at Dirty Sally's, nursing a beer. It's about noon on Sunday. This is a Labor Day weekend so the crowd is even bigger than usual. I'm a little shy in bars. Especially crowded noisy bars. It doesn't matter. I can just hang out in a gay bar and a guy will hit on me. I'm not handsome, but I am tall, rugged, and moderat...
The farmhouse was a 1950s tract house, dropped into the wilderness. The man in camo fatigues made Tom take the lead through the back door, across the kitchen, and down the stairs to the basement. The space at the foot of the stairs was a laundry room, with a washer, dryer, and a big wash basin. The rest of the basement was walled off, with sheet metal doors...
Hi. I'm Dave and this is my story. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am six foot even, 155 pounds with shortish blonde hair, and blue eyes. I am thin, but with strong legs and ass. I have light body hair, a fair complexion, but I can hold a tan. I think I've got a nice body; I'd fuck me if I had the chance. I am twenty-four years old, two years out o...
The orphanage rested about 15 miles outside of town. Unlike many stories, there were no signs of mental, physical, or sexual abuse at this particular orphanage. Though it was strict, and at times, extremely strict, this orphanage truly took care of all the disowned occupants. Father McMichael oversaw the orphanage, and he paid extra attention to Justin for a...
I've been on the business end of several cocks, from short skinny little rascals that barely tickled, through the average sized that served quite adequately, to a few beefy rams that were painful and threatened to split me in half. Truly, size does matter. But several factors other than cock size matter just as much for sex to be considered phenomenal. Once...